On the way home I thought the evening sky had a lot more orange glow than usual. A mile further I remembered what I forgot, the smudge pot! I knew then that the evening glow was not the sunset. The straw roof was totally consumed by the fire, only part of the log walls survived and they were not reusable. I never told Mom or Dad!
Growing up in Saskatchewan during the 1930s and 40s was hard. Burning down the family barn certainly didn't make it any easier! From the peaceful prairies, to war at sea, this is the story of a farmboy who made a difference.