‘You can take the kid from the farm, but you can’t take the farm from the kid!’

‘You can take the kid from the farm, but you can’t take the farm from the kid!’

Former area resident Maxine Berry reflects on growing up years in Endiang region

By Carrie O’Neill

Special to the Independent

Maxine Berry, currently a resident at Heaton Place Retirement Community in Armstrong, originally hails from Stettler and grew up on a farm near Endiang.

She recently took some time to reflect on her rich and varied experiences in the local region.

Berry was born in Stettler on March 6th, 1929. Her father, Forrest Tucker (not the actor) arrived in Endiang in 1909 from Kentucky.

Berry’s mom, Sylvia Loomer, arrived with her family by train from North Dakota about three years later. Sylvia and Forrest would eventually meet and would marry on Nov. 26th, 1916. They had five children and Maxine would be the youngest.

Maxine has many fond memories of her childhood growing up on the farm.

Her closest neighbours lived a mile or so away. Her playmates were the baby calves, colts, runt pigs, kittens and puppies that inhabited the farm.

She recalls walking the two miles each day to Hunt Lake School. When the snow was too high in the winter, she and her brother had to either ride double bare back; or hitch a team to a cutter to get there.

In her last two years of school, Maxine and four other students were the total enrollment.

“School also doubled as the local medical clinic,” Maxine recalls. “The doctor and nurse would visit to provide immunizations, check tonsils and adenoids. If there were any issues, you were anesthetized right there and then; and out they came.

“I remember the school house reeking of ether. When money was scarce in the Depression era, school kids also found collecting crow’s eggs and gopher tails a good way to make a little money,” she recalled. “Back then, the government paid a penny a piece for gopher tails and a half a cent for crow eggs. We spent many hours snaring and trapping gophers and hunting crow eggs.

“I even remember eating a crow’s egg once; but not intentionally.”

“Today, children often look to their electronics for fun,” added Maxine. “But in my day we had to be both creative and imaginative to have fun and pass the time. For example, in the summer we played a sort of baseball in which each of us would have a turn at bat, catcher, pitcher, and in the winter we played a game called Fox and Goose, a form of tag in the snow.”

Being the ‘tomboy’ of the family, it wasn’t uncommon to find Maxine outside watching the binders make the grain bundles; or riding along on the drill with her Dad while he seeded the crops.

One year, Maxine’s father hired a young lad from back east to help bring in the harvest.

After long days working on the farm, they would all gather to enjoy a home-cooked meal and a sing-song afterwards.

The young lad had a guitar and taught Maxine how to play which she really enjoyed. After the harvest was over, the young lad sold his guitar to Maxine’s dad and she would continue to play.

“I was in seventh heaven,” Maxine recalled. “But I must have driven my mom crazy while teaching myself to play it.”

Maxine would go on to play well enough to sing, and whistle and play The Beer and the Barrel Polka for the Red Cross concerts. During this time she would also teach herself how to play the spoons.

To this day, quite often when Heaton Place brings in musical entertainment, you will find Maxine playing her spoons along with the band.

Growing up in the ‘Hungry Thirties’ was difficult for most, but Maxine shared that there was always enough to eat in her home. “Mom used to make all our clothes, even overalls and shirts for Dad and my brothers. When I was around 10, my father presented me with my own pony which I named Dimples.”

Maxine tells a story about how one day she was riding Dimples to school when her Dad pulled up beside her in his 1929 Chevy! She decided to race him.

Maxine took the early lead with her Dad right behind her in the car.

When Maxine fell from Dimples, her Dad wasn’t able to avoid running over her. Thankfully she was not injured. As Maxine recalls, “The angels were with me that day. I got up; brushed myself off; got back on Dimples and rode on to school.”

However, life on the farm was not all fun and games.

Maxine, like all her siblings, had her chores.

Her most memorable job was delivering milk in the morning to the locals before going to school. She loved this job because it gave her the opportunity to visit with everyone!

The family later moved to Chilliwack, B.C. in 1946.

Eventually, Maxine would move to Kamloops where she met the love of her life and become Mrs. Al Berry on June 6th, 1951. Al and Maxine had 52 and one-half years of wonderful memories together.

They bought their first lot for $525 and built a small home.

“It was like a barn. It had pine plank flooring, two light bulbs and cold running water, but we made it work and we were happy.”

They went on to have three children and in 1968 Maxine and her family would move to acreage just outside of Kamloops where they built their second home.

She would once again be surrounded by all the things she so dearly loved – cows, pigs, chickens, a large garden and flowers galore.

“I loved every minute of the time spent there. It was like reliving my youth,” she said. “You can take the kid from the farm, but you can’t take the farm from the kid!”

When the kids all left home, Maxine and Al would enjoy touring the country on their cruiser motorcycle pulling their homemade tent trailer, designed and built by Al.

“We worked together, played together, loved each other and had fun together!”

These days, she enjoys her time playing cards, meeting new friends, making music with her spoons and, of course, creating new memories.

Maxine also has a strong faith which she says, “Keeps me grounded and gives me great hope for the future.”