90-year-old man in plaid shirt standing behind the hood of his red truck

our family always got along

Well, I think I was fortunate in the first place to be raised in a farming family on a farm. We always grew most of our own food and raised our own meat. We lived healthy and worked hard. I never got very much schooling. I finished eight years of schooling and started Grade 9, but left school to begin farming full-time.

I think part of the reason I’ve had reasonably good health is because of the farm life, fresh air, good food and lots of exercise. I did a lot of walking behind the horses when I was a kid. I farmed with the horses until I was in my middle teens and I started pretty young. I could drive a team of horses and take a man’s place from when I was about eight-years-old. We always had a dairy herd at home and we had our own milk. It was just a healthy lifestyle.

Another thing that was important in my life is that our family always got along. There wasn’t any friction between us. I think I took that for granted until I looked at some of the things happening in other families.

I always liked farming because you are doing different jobs every few days. You never got tired of doing the same things all the time. You had your different seasons. We had to use the horses for any transportation in the winter time, always by horse and sleigh or horse and cutter. We had a tractor in my days on the farm, but we didn’t do everything with the tractor. We did a lot of what we called wagon work when we were haying or harvesting. It was always done with the horses. We used the tractor to power the threshing machine, but that was all.

When I got married a couple of months before I was 21, my wife Muriel and I farmed on the farm where I still live, the Caldwell farm. It’s just a little over a mile from the home where I was raised. So I’ve only lived in two houses all my life. We carried on with dairy farming here on our own farm. I started out with 100 acres, and then I bought another hundred after I’d been farming a few years. We finally got out of the dairy business and had beef cattle. Then after the subdivision got going here on our home place, we got out of the cattle completely and just cash cropped. By that time my son Roy had finished school and he’d come home to farm. The two of us farmed together for a few years and then he took over and I helped him. I think I was 75-years-old the last year I sowed any grain with a seed drill and I’ve just been coasting since (laughs). That’s about the way my life went.

– Harold, nonagenarian, father, husband, farmer, truck fan, grandfather, great grandfather, inventor and avid snowmobiler