Readjustment to urban life was not easy. The process of job hunting, hat in hand, was painful after the freedom and self-reliance of the homestead. Now that the complexion of life was radically altered, some new means of existence had to be found, which excluded the peculiar skills we had acquired on the farm. Jobs of one kind or another were found but the two years prior to the First World War do not intrigue my memory and are perhaps best forgotten.
After many vicissitudes in an effort to re-establish himself, Father secured the office of Sergeant-at-Arms to the Alberta Legislature, and by some means obtained the sanction of the authorities to take up his residence in the massive domed edifice in which it is housed. We thereafter referred to him as "Our father which art in the Parliament Buildings."
Until we arrived in Edmonton I had never seen the inside of a school, but my mother had been conscientious. She had given us regular lessons on the homestead and encouraged our neighbors' children to