It is the same for almost everyone, I’d bet. When you have moved away from the place where you grew up (my sister jokes she has always lived in the same postal code) and you return home, it’s a wonderful experience. I blogged about a trip home to the province of Saskatchewan last year. Another trip this year was to attend the reunion of my College of Pharmacy class and then some driving around the province to see family and friends. All those loved ones. It was a big number, this reunion. We are, as far as we know, the only class from the College of Pharmacy in its 100 year history who has held a reunion every 5 years since graduation.
The campus of the University of Saskatchewan is a beautiful place and it doesn’t get any better than being there on a warm September afternoon.
The boat cruise made me think of a song by the Arrogant Worms “The Pirates of Saskatchewan”.
Harvest was in full swing when I was ‘home’. It’s a bumper crop this year, some say the crop of a lifetime. My 91-year-old Uncle Albert called it “two crops in one”. For my part I loved to see the combines on the land, the hauling machinery and the size of those machines. Much different from the 60’s and 70’s when I operated the machinery on our farm in Saskatchewan. Many of the pieces of machinery now cost the same as a very comfortable single family dwelling. How in the world do they make a living with such costs?
I loved that trip home to Saskatchewan, where the skies are bigger than anywhere else, the place where I was formed.
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