Esther (Bader) Sayler was the daughter of Emanuel Bader and Mathilda Maier, married Theodore Sayler on the 14 Nov 1944 in Medicine Hat, Alberta.
By Esther (Bader) SAYLER, from 'Hilda's Golden Heritage' 1974 Write-Up —
June 6th, some fifty odd years ago, was an uneventful day as far as I can remember, until I decided to liven things up a little by putting in my appearance. Needless to say, things were never the same after that.
The very first recollections I have of my existence on the original BADER homestead were of my periodic week long visits to my grandparent's home. Shall we say, I would have rather been home with mama, as I got dreadfully homesick. I got the distinct impression they liked to get rid of me every now and then, and take a breather. There's the possibility too, that I was spoiled beyond words, as I was the first grandchild born on my mother's side (Maier).
The highlight of my existence on the farm was when, at the age of seven, I started school. Nothing marred that joy for a number of years, until I had to resort to riding an old horse to and from school, to take cows over and bring them back. How I used to envy the kids that placidly sat themselves in their buggies, and went their merry way!
One thing that stands out in my mind as well as in many other people's minds that went to school in those years, were the concerts that were put on at Christmas. How we looked forward to them and reminisced about them for years afterwards.
As I loved school and competition between me and one of the neighbor boys was very keen, school life for me was very interesting, and slipped by all too quickly. Process School was not big enough to accommodate high school students, and as we were not allowed by the same token to attend Hilda School (they didn't accept Saskatchewan students), many students like myself, much to their disappointment, I might add, had their education cut short as a result. Any aspirations I had attending school in the city were dispersed with the arrival of hungry, dirty thirties.
At nineteen I went to the city to find work and see how the other half of the world lived. To find a job was my main concern, not the fact that I earned in a month what some people earn in a day now. We were only too happy to pay a dollar for nylons during World War II days, even though it almost took a day's wages to do it. Nylons were almost a collector's item, then. Out of those meager wages a girlfriend and I were saving our earnings to take a trip to the West Coast.
After a couple of years of rain and fog, we decided to come back to the sunny prairies again, back to the grindstone again for a while. My folks were retired to Medicine Hat right about then, and it was a pleasant change to be staying with them while working, instead of living out. It was easier on the pocketbook too.
Single life, well it was over for me one foggy day in November of 1945. Ted SAYLER and I made our vows to each other on that day in a little church in Medicine Hat. We began married life working in the city that winter, and next spring tried farming, at which we are still both working our hearts out. I won't dwell on the hardships those first years. They compared well with the hungry thirties, except there wasn't quite as much dust blowing around then. The cold winters in our primitive dwellings stand out in my mind as Enemy No. 1 in the forties.
After two childless years, we were blessed with twin girls, Carol (now Mrs. Dennis Bender) and Carla (married to Jim Herter). Much could be said about raising two girls when one child posed a financial problem, but all came out well, and we are happy today that we weathered all the storms, and lived to laugh about it.
Two years later Darryl SAYLER was born, his dad being overjoyed that the stork left a boy. Darryl married Brenda Hutchings, and they are farming with us.
To date we have one grandchild, and hoping for more.
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Esther (Bader) Sayler was the daughter of Emanuel Bader and Mathilda Maier, married Theodore Sayler on the 14 Nov 1944 in Medicine Hat, Alberta.
By Esther (Bader) SAYLER, from 'Hilda's Golden Heritage' 1974 Write-Up —
June 6th, some fifty odd years ago, was an uneventful day as far as I can remember, until I decided to liven things up a little by putting in my appearance. Needless to say, things were never the same after that.
The very first recollections I have of my existence on the original BADER homestead were of my periodic week long visits to my grandparent's home. Shall we say, I would have rather been home with mama, as I got dreadfully homesick. I got the distinct impression they liked to get rid of me every now and then, and take a breather. There's the possibility too, that I was spoiled beyond words, as I was the first grandchild born on my mother's side (Maier).
The highlight of my existence on the farm was when, at the age of seven, I started school. Nothing marred that joy for a number of years, until I had to resort to riding an old horse to and from school, to take cows over and bring them back. How I used to envy the kids that placidly sat themselves in their buggies, and went their merry way!
One thing that stands out in my mind as well as in many other people's minds that went to school in those years, were the concerts that were put on at Christmas. How we looked forward to them and reminisced about them for years afterwards.
As I loved school and competition between me and one of the neighbor boys was very keen, school life for me was very interesting, and slipped by all too quickly. Process School was not big enough to accommodate high school students, and as we were not allowed by the same token to attend Hilda School (they didn't accept Saskatchewan students), many students like myself, much to their disappointment, I might add, had their education cut short as a result. Any aspirations I had attending school in the city were dispersed with the arrival of hungry, dirty thirties.
At nineteen I went to the city to find work and see how the other half of the world lived. To find a job was my main concern, not the fact that I earned in a month what some people earn in a day now. We were only too happy to pay a dollar for nylons during World War II days, even though it almost took a day's wages to do it. Nylons were almost a collector's item, then. Out of those meager wages a girlfriend and I were saving our earnings to take a trip to the West Coast.
After a couple of years of rain and fog, we decided to come back to the sunny prairies again, back to the grindstone again for a while. My folks were retired to Medicine Hat right about then, and it was a pleasant change to be staying with them while working, instead of living out. It was easier on the pocketbook too.
Single life, well it was over for me one foggy day in November of 1945. Ted SAYLER and I made our vows to each other on that day in a little church in Medicine Hat. We began married life working in the city that winter, and next spring tried farming, at which we are still both working our hearts out. I won't dwell on the hardships those first years. They compared well with the hungry thirties, except there wasn't quite as much dust blowing around then. The cold winters in our primitive dwellings stand out in my mind as Enemy No. 1 in the forties.
After two childless years, we were blessed with twin girls, Carol (now Mrs. Dennis Bender) and Carla (married to Jim Herter). Much could be said about raising two girls when one child posed a financial problem, but all came out well, and we are happy today that we weathered all the storms, and lived to laugh about it.
Two years later Darryl SAYLER was born, his dad being overjoyed that the stork left a boy. Darryl married Brenda Hutchings, and they are farming with us.
To date we have one grandchild, and hoping for more.
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