In 1945 my parents moved to the wilderness of Saskatchewan as true pioneers to break the land for generations to come. I was born here in 1947 and grew up in this remote area. No electricity, no telephones, no plumbing and often, impassible roads to civilization. Despite this, it was the happiest upbringing a person could have. It was the ideal Canadian wilderness experience. The comradery with few neighbors was tremendous and lasts to this day. The area, east of Carrot River, is now a very productive farming area, thanks to these brace and hardworking pioneers. I am very blessed.