Ffield Reflection #4: Lac Du Bois
I
stood over the small plaque that read “Site of Maurice Scott’s homestead
built-1914”. I tried to image what it was like more than a hundred years ago. It
was difficult to image that these hills used to be full of homesteads, and farmers
who raised cattle and worked the land. Life was tough, and making a living was
nearly impossible. As a result of hardships, the government and the economy,
people abandoned their homesteads and left the area of Lac Du Bois.
We walked away from the vehicles
that took us up the snaky dirt road from Kamloops. The hills were full of
colour, there was a tree line that bordered the grasslands and a thick Douglas
fir forest that filled the mountains behind it. Aspen littered the area with
splashes of orange, red, and yellow. The air smelled like crisp, dry leaves and
dirt. The colours encouraged me to enter a state of serenity, the everyday life
stresses were blowing away into the wind and into the clattering leaves of the
aspen trees.
There were small hills atop the
large hills, these were kettle holes at one point. The hill was littered with
blooming purple flowers, of chicory and a few other species. I was surprised to
see flowers this late in September, the colours were inviting and looked as
though they promised us that after the winter, colour will return in these
hills. Colour. The look of possibility. As I looked past the hills, there was
only the land, and the symphony of it, the orchestral maneuvers of wind and
rock and sky.
I was touched by the opportunity to experience
history. Horses of the Hudson’s Bay Company roamed this area in the 1860s, and
cows grazed in large numbers as the beef industry expanded in the early decades
of the twentieth century. Homesteads littered these hills, homes and small
barns pricked the countryside, and a small one room school house was even
present in these hills. Lac Du Bois was a booming community with a population
of more than 200 people. Farming families lived a life of isolation. Under the
Homestead act, farmers would receive 160 acres of land to settle, so their
neighbors were miles away. Social life was usually limited to church on Sunday.
The nature of farming drastically changed from self-sufficiency to
specialization in order to compete in the national market. Farmers gained debt
and sometimes had to take on another job on the side in order to pay taxes to
the government. For many farmers in the late 1800s and early 1900s, debt grew
until the farm itself was finally lost. Farmers who lost their farms left to
the urban areas such as Kamloops to find jobs. Now. Lac Du Bois, a place that
was a flourishing farming community, is now haunted by the ghosts of the past,
with only the wind, trees, cows, the old rusted tine cans, the home and barn
foundations, and a plaque marking the homestead, to tell the story of the land.
Wagamese, R. (2014). One Native Life. Madeira
Park: Harbour Publishing.
photo: http://visitbarriere.com/our-story/our-history/
You have a beautiful writing style, especially when you emphasize imagery that appeals to all senses. I feel like this reflection really captured the memory of being in Lac du Bois; I could read this in 10 years and it would take me back to that exact moment.
ReplyDeleteI like how you use the colors, the smells and the products of your imagination to describe the landscape. Also I liked when you mentioned how was this place like a few years ago, which I found it very necessary to understand what shaped the landscape to be what we see nowadays.
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