By Jesse Williams
An average Thanksgiving for us involves a trip to Brooks, AB just an hour south of home, to my parents place. But this year we were lucky enough to pack up the Martin gang and head to Hodgeville, SK to my Aunty Carmen and Uncle Jeff's mixed farm operation.
The Martin Family
We had a blast with the family, visiting the Temple Gardens Mineral Spa, the Moose Jaw underground Tunnels where Al Capone bootlegged liquor and hanging out on the farm. We enjoyed one delicious, HUGE hutterite turkey with all of the fixings, two very friendly cats, one well-broke 4-H heifer and many, many laughs.
My mother and her family (the Martin's) grew up just 100km SW of Hodgeville, outside a town called Cadillac, SK. After 5 generations of Martin's on that homestead, my grandparents sold the farm in 2006. I was fortunate enough to be able visit the old homestead this past summer and share my most favorite childhood memories with my husband. Being in Saskatchewan for Thanksgiving brought back all sorts of memories for me. Here is a little flashback:
After a wonderful weekend in Saskatchewan, it reminded me how very thankful I am for all of the blessings in our lives. I am so grateful for all of the friends and family that make our lives so special, for all the little nieces and nephews that make our times together so enjoyable and for all of the amazing opportunities we've been given in this life. On this Thanksgiving I am especially thankful for my handsome husband that stayed home all weekend to work on his water well rig, so I could enjoy a long weekend away in Saskatchewan.
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