Looks to be late teens, but there's still a surprising amount of horse-drawn traffic.
When I was a younger fellow, I looked after a couple old birds that lived on farms near where I lived.
I did heavy lifting, mowed grass, pruned the fruit trees, tilled the gardens, etc. One of the old gals had
a single-wide on the property that her mother lived in. Mrs. Hindmarsh was that woman. She was 107
the last time I saw her. Still a going fool and keeping an half-acre garden. She grew up somewhere
around Vermillion and had a lot of great stories of wheat farming in 1900 on the plains of Alberta.
I still keep an unworn pair of awful green wool socks she knitted for me as a memento of this wonderful