tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171307653508307040.post7036725442960017116..comments2024-03-28T01:19:35.439-04:00Comments on Travel with Kevin and Ruth: Our last busy weekend?Kevin Readhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05795747155781311686noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171307653508307040.post-9769700658348852872014-08-12T11:05:09.717-04:002014-08-12T11:05:09.717-04:00Neither Kevin nor I have ever had a problem gettin...Neither Kevin nor I have ever had a problem getting a job. I think the government should make them go to where the jobs are before they start handing out "handouts"!Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18136052866820208847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171307653508307040.post-50672038253223925602014-08-12T10:59:31.446-04:002014-08-12T10:59:31.446-04:00Kevin's Grandfather did return to Nova Scotia ...Kevin's Grandfather did return to Nova Scotia after the first year or two before he finally stayed out West. Seems that the times haven't changed much as jobs must have been scarce out East even back then.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18136052866820208847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171307653508307040.post-64345934559165271222014-08-12T10:53:23.731-04:002014-08-12T10:53:23.731-04:00Thank you!Thank you!Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18136052866820208847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171307653508307040.post-84304730195759370312014-08-12T07:04:54.151-04:002014-08-12T07:04:54.151-04:00I have always said there is always work out there,...I have always said there is always work out there, if you want it bad enough. I always had more jobs than I had time to work at when I wanted. Always made good money too.our awesome travelshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13031755671050584629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171307653508307040.post-37685991467232981042014-08-11T13:23:28.183-04:002014-08-11T13:23:28.183-04:00Interesting that you should mention the harvest on...Interesting that you should mention the harvest on The Prairies. When my Dad was a young lad (late teens or early twenties) he went out for a couple years in a row to what he referred to as "The Harvest Excursion". You'd get hired on by a company that would go from farm to farm and cut, then stook the wheat and then come back and thresh it when it was dry. <br />He went back to Nova Scotia though, since he had this idea he'd marry the girl from the next road over, and that was my Mom. I can't begin to imagine what would/could have happened (or not) had he not returned. Bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03523653271715366168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171307653508307040.post-34938363196155983772014-08-11T11:26:09.015-04:002014-08-11T11:26:09.015-04:00The flowers are lovely, Ruth!The flowers are lovely, Ruth!Elspeth Readhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01412631907112053091noreply@blogger.com