Edna’s Story 23 (FGK 140)

The Copithornes are a large, closely-knit family and our family turkey dinner parties usually had twenty or more sit down to a meal. We usually tried to do our entertaining like this in the winter before calving in April. The children were always included in these parties and often in the dances at the community hall. They learned to dance and mix freely with their elders, there didn’t seem to be such a generation gap as there is now. No one enjoyed a square dance more than Margi when her cousin Lawrence would ask her up. They looked quite small in the circle but they certainly knew their dance.

The evening of our 20th wedding anniversary was a bitterly cold night and Clarence and Irene invited Kumlin’s and us over for dinner. We had completely forgotten it was our anniversary and Percy said we were crazy to think of going out over snowy roads on such a bad night. But Kumlin’s insisted we go with them. When we got there there was quite a crowd gathered waiting for us. The ladies usually head for the kitchen to help serve the meal, but they made Margery Buckley and myself sit in the living room with the men. Then they took us to the bedroom and draped old lace curtains over us like veils and gave us each the cutest nosegay bouquet made from cauliflower, onions, etc. When they led us back into the living room our husbands were standing up each wearing a boutonnière of onions and Irene’s Dad, Don Robertson, was wearing a collar backwards and a silk brocade black house coat and he read of a new comical take off on the wedding ceremony. They shook rice and confetti on us and presented each of us with a very, very lovely tea set. It was a party we’ll never forget!

My sister and I usually got our families together for Christmas dinner and very often the Frank Whittle family joined our circle, in fact we often went to their home too for Christmas and I still use many of Kay’s good recipes. Before Christmas was a very busy time as I raised from 50 to 100 turkeys and we killed and plucked them all ourselves. My fingers would be sore from plucking but it was nice to have all that extra money, especially at Christmas. One Sunday when George and Gertie invited us up for dinner in the summer, I let my half-gown turkeys out early in the morning intending to lock then up then about 11am. When I tried to find them they were gone. We found them sitting in the willows up at the hall and there were 17 of them lying on the ground with just their heads snapped off. The coyotes were a real pest and loved those stupid turkeys. The owls used to kill any that were left roosting outside too.


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