Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Another Devonshire Rd. Storey by Richard (Hemingway) W.

HEAVE - HO

HELLO MARSTON

ALONG THE 11th and 12th HOLES OF THE GOLF COURSES WERE STRATEGICALLY LOCATED PLANKS, TO CROSS A SMALL DITCH. THEN STYLES, STAIRS THAT WENT UP A FENCE AND MORE STAIRS TO DECEND, USED BY THE GOLFERS OR CADDIES TO RETRIEVE OUT OF BOUND BALLS. IT WAS A GAME OF CHANCE TO GO THERE AS NESTER/SQUATTER/FARMER JOE MARCOTTE'S HERD OF CATTLE COULD BE CLOSE BY ACCOMPANIED WITH A VERY ANGRY BULL.

WE WILED AWAY MANY HOURS
TORMENTING THIS BEAST. ALSO THERE WERE ESCAPEE PIGS OFTEN ROAMING ON THE GOLF COURSE
SUCH GLORIOUS PIG CHASES - NOBODY EVER CAUGHT ONE. IF YOU WATCHED
THE PIGS FROM A DISTANCE, THEY WOULD START TO ROOT IN THE FAIRWAY WITH THEIR SNOUTS AND IN MINUTES WOULD BE ALMOST SUBMERGED UNDERGROUND LOOKING FOR ROOTS OR DELICACIES ONLY PIGS KNOW ABOUT.
FARMER JOE GOT NOTICE TO VACATE. A BIG UNDERGROUND SEWER WAS TO BE
CONSTRUCTED THROUGH THE FARM DOWN TO THE RIVER SO AS TO GET RID OF ALL THE OPEN SEWER CREEKS THAT CROSSED GREENFIELD PARK.

SO FARMER JOE HEADED SOUTHWEST TO ST. PHILIP ON SOME FARMLAND.

LOUIS GAREAU, A BUILDING
CONTRACTOR, IN GPK., WHO BUILT ALL THE PERRAS COTTAGES ALSO BUILT A BRAND NEW FANCY PIGGERY OUT IN ST.PHILIP, FOR JOE MARCOTTE. NOW, BACK TO
ST. LAMBERT. AT FIRST THE OLD FARM (A TWO STOREY BRICK HOUSE OUTSIDE, LATHE & PLASTER INSIDE) STOOD ABANDONED. SLOWLY, EVERYONE OF THE LITTLE DARLINGS WHO LIVED NEARBY,(YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE) AND KNEW IT WAS DERELICT, MOVED IN FOR THE KILL. THE WINDOWS HAD TO BE THOROUGHLY REMOVED. NOBODY HAD TO BE
SHOWN HOW TO DO THIS. WE WERE HIGHLY QUALIFIED. THE HACKING,
BEATING, CHOPPING, POKING, SMASHING, CHISELING, GOUGING AND DIGGING WOULD GO ON UNTIL WE HEADED HOME TO FEED AND WATER. SOME DAYS IT LOOKED LIKE AN ANTHILL AS THERE WERE SO MANY OF US AT THIS TASK.

WE WOULD HAVE TO TAKE BREAKS FROM LAUGHING ATTACKS, THE UPSTAIRS BECAME ONE BIG ROOM. THE RUBBLE WAS ALSO MOUNTING UP THE WALLS OUTSIDE. THIS LABOUR OF DESTRUCTION WENT ON FOR MONTHS. OFTEN WE WOULD NOT SHOW UP FOR DAYS, OUR BRAINS
WERE LIKE MOTHS, FLITTING ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE, AS OURS AND OTHERS MINDS WERE EASILY DISTRACTED, EITHER TO CADDY OR WHATEVER. HOW COME THERE WASN'T A CLEANSING PURGE? WE'LL NEVER KNOW, FINALLY THE HOUSE WAS FLATTENED BY
SOME BULLDOZER. THERE WASN'T MUCH LEFT TO DO, AS MUCH WAS ALREADY DONE BY BUSY LITTLE HANDS.

RICHARD......

Were we that destructive? Or were we just helping out.

We never found anything of value there did we?

Thanks for the memories Richard..



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