Saskatchewan is like Texas when it comes to potatoes. They are THE largest. One can get into trouble digging them if you’re a mere child for fear that you might be crushed.
I’m standing right between the horses; I’m thin, but you can sort of make out my feet. If the snow falls unexpectedly, which it does in Saskatchewan, the ground gets hard and that makes potato digging even more difficult. We were lucky to have a pair of nice big Clydesdales in our barn which were strong enough to do the job. Mother put a bit of blueing in the wash to make the overalls look like new. Some of it stayed in the tub that the horses drank out of and it took the white out of the bottom of the horses’ legs; in fact it made them look bluish all over which is obvious.
The black silhouette of an elevator may be seen on the horizon to the right, which is where we stored our potatoes for the winter. Mother cooked a wonderful potato soup but one potato lasted a long time.
