CMMM’s current display in the Cut Knife Library features vintage calendars from former area businesses and from a few companies still operating today. Years represented range from the mid-1920’s to the late-1970’s. As marketing materials and as customer appreciation items, these sponsored calendars were a useful tool for families and also provided easily accessible contact information. Many also featured beautiful art work, photography and / or typesetting. Here are a few examples.
Raymond’s General Merchandise & Coal Dealer, Carruthers, 1924
W. Wettlaufer, Oliver Farm Equipment Sales & Service, Cut Knife, 1941
Cut Knife Pharmacy, L. I. Forest, Prop, Chemist & Druggist, 1949
Elgar Coffee Bar, Home Cooked Meals, Cut Knife, 1962
Jack Parkinson & Family, Your Imperial Oil Agent, Cut Knife, 1978
These calendars and in fact, all of our Library exhibits, are best viewed in person as the overhead lighting and the limitations of the glass cases make for poor photos. To browse the complete exhibit which includes another dozen calendars, visit 113 Broad Street.
Seasonal exhibit now on display in the Cut Knife Library, 113 Broad Street.
Sending out our appreciation to all the blog readers, and Facebook friends who read, and shared, and commented (and liked and loved) this series of posts. Thank you so much!
In case you missed any of the Prairie Christmas posts, links are here:
All excerpts taken from Prairie Christmas: A Collection of Stories and Recollections published as A Clayton McLain Memorial Museum Project, Cut Knife, Saskatchewan 2006 – 2007.
We have 4 copies of Prairie Christmas remaining. We accept e-transfers to cmmmcutknife@gmail.com, cheques and cash. Arrangements can be made to pick up in Town. Shipping costs are extra. Visit the Gift Shop here. Email first to confirm availability.
A few additional memories submitted by our readers:
In response to the question, “Folks, looks like CK’s Santa Claus Day may have started back in the 1950’s. That’s ** 70 ** years ago! Anyone reading this able to confirm?” Robert R Loranger replied:
Have fond memories of Santa day, there were four of us children, our family was poor and treats were not plentiful, so the bag of candy and the picture show in the old theater was a big day. I know it is seventy plus years. Thank you to the Elks for keeping it going all these years. Has made many good memories for many children over the years. There is still a Loranger living in Cut Knife and that is five generations, soon to be six. Merry Christmas everyone.
Actors: Lorraine Bertrand, Herb Wilkinson, Kay Buglas
Lorraine (Bertrand/Birstein) Martin: Christmas Concerts were always a favourite time for us as we grew up. What child does not like Christmas Concerts?
All the Gallivan school teachers would start looking for Christmas skits, poems and songs, in late November. We would be assigned to a part and practicing would begin in December. We looked forward to the night of the concert. Many parents assisted with the preparation and goody bags. Each child got some little toy along with the candy, nuts and a Christmas orange. Santa Claus was the biggest hit when we would try to guess which farmer was under the beard.
When I was in grade nine, Peggy Durant, the public school teacher, taught a few of us girls to tap dance. We learned a few steps and were ready to perform at the Christmas concert. Our performing costume was a short skirt made of coloured crepe paper with a rope of silver trim on it. Peggy (Margaret) Ovens, Bernice Gallivan and I danced the routine of “time steps, break, tap back, touching steps, heel steps, turning steps, heel step left, heel step right”. We were watched and chuckled at by the male population who stood in the back of the hall as we bounced our mature forms with every step.
The Gallivan high school students put on a play under the direction of Mr. Wilkinson. It was named, “Our Dream House”. We spent several evenings at the Hall practicing. We also performed it at one of the 4-H Club events.
Christmas items on display at the Cut Knife Library
Seasonal exhibit now on display in the Cut Knife Library, 113 Broad Street.
“The early settlers knew many hardships, but a real warm western hospitality prevailed. Others in the neighbourhood at this time were the Scullys, leBoeufs, Reas, Beaudrys, McKinnons, George Noy, Andrew Hommen and more. At Christmas time, bachelors were not left alone.” ~ Verna Veikle, page 66
“In addition to all her other jobs, Mom usually managed to make a little gift of cookies or even mitts she’d knit, for the bachelors of the neighbourhood so they’d know they weren’t forgotten.” ~ Amy Singh, page 39
“We patiently waited for Grandma and Grandpa Gee and Uncle Ernie to arrive… Along the route, they would have picked up Steve Slack, a bachelor who would also spend Christmas Day with us.” ~ Mary Biggart, page 3
“Another particularly cold Christmas Day, when Bill and Mona and family had come to our house at Cloan, we had commenced with the usual card games that always occurred after the turkey dinner. With a stroke of genius, Brian and Terry decided this would be a great place to hone their baseball skills using a popcorn ball. The toss went back and forth across the very long table until one particularly energetic throw missed its mark, and the firmly shaped popcorn ball was sent crashing through the kitchen window. I do not recall anyone getting into much hot water over this, and my ever patient dad simply patched up the window with plywood and carried on with the festivities.” ~ Audrey (Brebner) Waters, page 69
“Kathi remembers after supper at our place, the plywood-on-sawhorses table becoming the site of rousing ping-pong games among the teenagers, while the adults enjoyed their coffee in the living room.” ~ Amy Singh, page 51
“After the dishes were done, we kids hit our “ski hill” which was the manure pile. Over the years, it had gotten quite high. Whenever Dad cleaned the barns he took the stone boat and team up the north side and dumped at the top to the south and returned by the north side. This gave us a firm smooth slope to ski down or slide down with the sleds.” ~ Mary Biggart, page 5
“After dinner, Johnny and Allan decided to take Dad’s bob sleigh apart and use the front runners with tongue to steer it down the curving road which was a long slope. That wasn’t exciting enough so boys piled big bunches of snow across the road, then got the smaller kids sitting on bunk and they steered down by tongue and did we fly off the sleigh.” ~ Janet Robertson, page 31
“At that time [mid-30s] it was first generation pioneers and very few grandparents, but we were lucky to have Grandpa and Grandma Marling living south of Carruthers. It was there that we spent our holidays. Grandpa Marling made Roy and I skis by soaking boards the size of skis, so he could bend the tips. These were soaked in a boiler on the back of the stove for a few days.” ~ Irene (Stonehouse) Petovello, page 21
“One year of decent weather, everyone piled into touring cars and drove twenty miles to a cousin’s to celebrate. There was a large round pond in the creek one half mile from the house. There was a sandbar in the corner where we could build a camp fire. We had an old wind up gramophone which we took down to the ice so we could skate to “The Skater’s Waltz”. We skated in twos with hands joined and crossed in front or in singles to make a figure eight. We had borrowed skis, sleds,and toboggans to slide down the banks of the creek.” ~ Louana (Brown) Magnuson, page 16
If you have any memories of early Christmases in the Cut Knife area that you’d like to share with our readership, please email or add to the comments below. We’ll put them all together in a final blog post in early January.
All excerpts in this Prairie Christmas blog series will have been taken from Prairie Christmas: A Collection of Stories and Recollections published as A Clayton McLain Memorial Museum Project, Cut Knife, Saskatchewan 2006 – 2007. Remaining copies are available for purchase for $10. See the website’s Gift Shop page here.
Seasonal exhibit now on display in the Cut Knife Library, 113 Broad Street.
“The first thing I saw as I was opening my present were two little plastic feet in white shoes with real buttons on the straps, then a pink dress with green flowers, and then… I saw eyes – eyes that opened and closed! I bent her back, and her eyes closed, then brought her back up and her eyes opened. She was the best present I’d ever had!” ~ Lyn McCullough-Tarr, page 61
“Val’s favorite gifts were a baby doll and a monkey pajama bag. Her doll was real to her and she played with it for hours. It needed a trip or two to Kathy’s Grama Woodward’s for repairs; Grama Woodward knew how to carefully remove her head and glue the eyes back into place. Val still has that special doll – a little worse for wear…” ~ Bonnie Ramsay, page 27
“One Christmas when I was about ten years old, I remember all I wanted was a wrist watch. I spoke to “Santa” about my wishes. I could hardly wait… Was I ever disappointed when on Christmas Eve, I discovered a large box under the tree with my name on it. How could this be… I was so excited when I unwrapped the big box, removed all the balled up newspapers surrounding a tiny box in the center…” ~ Iris Murphy, page18
“The last Christmas, my sister Elaine and I got some fountain pens from Santa. We were happy not to have to keep dipping our pens into the ink well.” ~ Janet Robertson, page 31
“I remember… Going to the Grandparents with the team and cutter or team and sleigh. The cutter was made from an old Ford Coupe cab with sleigh runners underneath it. It had a front seat and a “rumble seat” where we kids sat. It also had a wood heater. The sleigh had a box on it with benches inside to sit on and “horse hide” blanket. In later years we went by car.” ~ Joyce Hewson, page 12
“When the snow came, the car was put up on blocks in the garage; the battery was taken out and attached to the radio in the house. We did not have electricity then. Dad listened to the radio broadcast of the Toronto Maple Leafs hockey games on Saturday nights. There were other programs that we all enjoyed such as “Fibber Magee and Molly, “Lux Theater”, etc.” ~ Beth Piche, page 24
“Irene and Ken remember the cold, snowy Christmas of 1947. Ken was closing up their shop in preparation for heading off to Saskatoon to marry Irene. A school boy stopped by to sell the last ticket for a turkey raffle. Ken bought the ticket – for $0.25… Guess who won the turkey? It weighed over 20 lbs and Irene cooked it up. They remember eating that $0.25 turkey well into the New Year.” ~ Ken and Irene Pook, page 25
“Christmas dinners were mostly made from farm produce. We bought staples like sugar and salt. They hauled wheat to Unity in exchange for flour. Dried fruits such as raisins, peel and walnuts were purchased to make Christmas cake and mincemeat. Puddings were made by putting them in a canner for three hours… We enjoyed our sealer of wild strawberries to put over homemade ice cream. We had Japanese oranges that only came at Christmas time and were in wooden boxes that were tied together in bundles of two with grass-like ropes… The vegetables for the Christmas meal were carrots, turnips and cabbage. These vegetables were stored in the cellar and were just as tasty as the fresh ones bought in the store today. There were no green vegetables like lettuce, celery, green onion, tomatoes or yams. Turkeys were home grown or bought from a neighbour and killed just before Christmas. They were so moist because they were never frozen. One can only imagine the work our mothers had to do to cook such a beautiful meal.” ~ Irene (Stonehouse) Petovello, page 23
“This gathering of the clan would find us squeezed around the breakfast-nook table, the over-flow seated at a card table in the kitchen, or in the living room or laundry room. As we grew into teenagers and outgrew that space, a sheet of plywood on saw-horses in the attached garage was pressed into service. There a wood fire would be crackling in the heater and joy would be unrestrained!” ~ Amy Singh, page 49
If you have any memories of early Christmases in the Cut Knife area that you’d like to share with our readership, please email or add to the comments below. We’ll put them all together in a final blog post in early January.
All excerpts in this Prairie Christmas blog series will have been taken from Prairie Christmas: A Collection of Stories and Recollections published as A Clayton McLain Memorial Museum Project, Cut Knife, Saskatchewan 2006 – 2007. Remaining copies are available for purchase for $10. See the website’s Gift Shop page here.
Seasonal exhibit now on display in the Cut Knife Library, 113 Broad Street.
“The Santa sock in depression years was a man’s gray work sock. An orange and an apple filled the toe and heel spaces, nuts still in their shells and coloured hard candy filled the rest of the foot – one gift occupied the leg.” ~ Ruby Sleath, page 56
“Before bedtime, us kids would each nail up one of Dad’s wool socks onto the stair railing. We each had our own spot, arranged of course by age.” ~ Cheryl Rowswell, pg33
“Some of my earliest Christmas memories involve hanging stockings for Santa to fill. We usually got an orange, some nuts and candies in our stockings and we always used Dad’s socks because they were bigger.” ~ Norman Rewerts, page 30
“Valerie remembers the anticipation as a small child, waking at 3:00 a.m. wondering if Santa had yet paid us a visit. Bev says if we came downstairs too early, Dad would send us right back upstairs to bed.” ~ Bonnie Ramsay, page 27
“6:00 a.m. finally came – the legal time to wake Mom and Dad. Along with me, my siblings waited “patiently” at the top of the staircase waiting for Mom and Dad to accompany us. It was the rule in our home – no one could make a step downstairs without Mom and Dad.” ~ Cheryl Rowswell, page 33
“I was 10 years old. It was about 2 o’clock in the morning of Christmas Day and my brothers and I were wide awake and holding a discussion in their bedroom… Would it be OK to go downstairs at this hour and check out the Christmas tree? Perhaps we had better wait another hour because remember last year Dad had been mad and roared “Get back to bed!” 3 a.m… we’d better wait another hour because last year Dad had been really mad. 4 a.m… we were still nervous about upsetting Dad. He’d been REALLY mad at us last year… 5 a.m… 6 a.m… we heard Mom getting up to stuff the turkey… it was safe to rush downstairs…” ~ Jean Lawes, page 14
“As Sheila recalls, we’d waste no time crowding down the stairs one behind the other, trailing our blankets. She remembers us peeking around the corner at our bulging stockings, and that our excited jabber of “He was here! He was here!!” would be answered by Dad’s ‘Go back to bed, it’s too early.’” ~ Amy Singh, page 43
If you have any memories of early Christmases in the Cut Knife area that you’d like to share with our readership, please email or add to the comments below. We’ll put them all together in a final blog post in early January.
All excerpts in this Prairie Christmas blog series will have been taken from Prairie Christmas: A Collection of Stories and Recollections published as A Clayton McLain Memorial Museum Project, Cut Knife, Saskatchewan 2006 – 2007. Remaining copies are available for purchase for $10. See the website’s Gift Shop page here.
Clayton McLain Memorial Museum 