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| Prairie Crocuses - Reg Guest |
A few weeks later my aunt and uncle stopped by on their way
back to Alberta and convinced my parents to move back to the province of their
births. I couldn’t leave fast enough and so was the first to volunteer to go
ahead with them, early. My young heart swore that I’d never be back to
Saskatchewan! What good was there? Not a river in sight. Not even a swimming
pool. Eventually we ended up living at Athabasca, Alberta, surrounded by whispering
pines and gently rolling hills. It was a place of quiet beauty that nestled on the hill and spilled down into the
valley that settled against the majestic Athabasca river.
I spent my high school years there and it was there I
discovered that I was a writer, when I wrote a story for a
National High school writers contest. In choosing my setting though, I didn’t choose the picturesque town of Fergus or
the ruggedly beautiful Athabasca. Rather it was the stark little hamlet of Heward, Saskatchewan
that became the setting for my characters. Even more surprising was that
my fictionalized story, written in a setting that I never wanted to return to,
placed first for Alberta.
But that is not the rest of the story. Only a few years
later, I did find myself back in Saskatchewan when I married my husband who
grew up on a farm near Pangman. Thankfully this little town did have running
water and indoor bathrooms; but I still recall my first introductory drive down
main street when a large tumble weed blew across the empty road, the lonely,
barren winter when I’d look out the window and wonder if anyone actually lived
here and worst of all the millions of grasshoppers I spent my first summer
dodging. We farmed for seventeen years, mostly during drought years and
eventually left to find other work. We finished raising our family in a new
setting where I was able to expand my writing skills by working as a reporter
and a columnist. It was a breath of fresh air.
However life threw some curve balls and we find
ourselves back living in Pangman, where we live near our son and four of our
grandchildren, which I love. However, some days I do wonder if anything good can come out of this
place for me personally. There is no lively river running through town to
quench my thirsty soul. Not even a cheerful little meandering creek. I’ve
struggled again with depression and lack of motivation to write. But then I
recalled that hated little town of Heward, and how I was never going back. Yet that very setting, ended up in a winning story that provided me with enough scholarship money to
pay for me to attend Bible College. There I was not only strengthened in my faith
but met my future husband.
I see setting very much like a river; sometimes it is strong with a heavy undercurrent, playing an intricate part through the entire piece, whereas other times it is meandering and slow, playing a lesser role but still there and important throughout. Setting adds another character and is important to the structure of your human characters. It molds and shapes who they are and who they become as much as the bricks and mortar of the area, shape the buildings. Perhaps though, setting doesn’t need to be as beautiful and charming as I’d prefer. Sometimes even a bleak setting can allow for the characters to play a more prominent role, set against it; as if with such scarcity, every little detail stands out. Perhaps that applies to people too.
Having never put down solid roots, I have found that, the
many places I’ve lived; villages, towns, cities, and provinces, have all
conjoined like a river through my soul that I can draw on like a thirsty
traveler, when I need a nuance of place. It’s the only time that I feel
blessed to have been so uprooted throughout my life.
Can anything good now come out of this place, having come full circle? A setting that I wouldn’t have chosen had life not intervened?
Some would say not. But I say, yes….with God's grace, it can.
“If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes in Me as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.”. John 7:38
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Gloria Guest writes and blogs from the village of Pangman Sk; a place with no river or creek in sight, although it does have a tiny outdoor pool. She has written many newspaper articles and columns for various papers; has taken creative writing courses from the U of T and editing courses from SFU and currently is writing a book of devotions. She enjoys memoir, creative non-fiction, poetry and the occasional fiction writing (with perhaps a growing interest on writing about small, dusty, prairie towns ;)
