On a whim, Sylvia and I decided we needed to get out of the house.
"Where can we go for a drive?" Sylvia asked.
"How about the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village?" I suggested. I've heard of the place, but never visited, and it turns out their season starts on the May long weekend. So off we went.
This young lady informed me that while there was no train today, there will be service to St. Paul tomorrow and Edmonton the day after.
"Really?" I asked.
"Ta!" she said.
Having never visited a grain elevator before, I was curious about what lay within.
I don't know what any of this stuff does, but it looks important.
Inside the grain elevator. It looks like trucks drive through here.
If I had to guess, I'd say that grain flows down these chutes into some kind of hopper.
A different view of the grain chutes.
We visited the home and office of the local constable.
The holding cell is conveniently located a mere metre or two from the living quarters.
The constable's home features a makeshift tennis court for his two daughters.
Several new exhibits are currently under construction.
The hardware store is my favourite attraction.
A working International truck resides in the hardware store's service bay.
Guns and ammo were sold alongside soda pop, rolling pins and other necessities.
The proprietor informed me that the radio behind him could be had for $15. Too rich for my blood, but perhaps one day Sylvia and I shall have means enough to afford such a luxury.
The lens of history.
