Log Cabin and resident horses on the Cooper Farm
As I sit here by the fire, with the children asleep on the other side of the room, I ponder about our life in our simple home. My hands are never idle with the task of sewing before me, but my mind wanders to when we first arrived in this wild land. The first weeks were spent in a rough lean-to until Joshua was able to cut enough of the tremendous trees with only an axe and a saw. He arranged the logs into a square, barely large enough for our growing family and notched the ends for a closer fit.
To have four walls and a wooden roof to protect us from the weather and the animals was a blessing. The moss and mud chinking added some warmth for the winter to come. The children and I collected all the rocks we were able to carry to build this fireplace to furnish us with a warm hearth and a place to cook.Before Joshua departed with the militia, we often talked about using our tiny cabin as a barn for the animals that we wanted to keep and building a larger log home. We even dreamed about bedrooms in the attic. But that will all have to wait now, with this war raging.
Joshua was, however, able to strip the bark off the inside logs to reveal the light coloured wood and give the appearance of brightness. He even cut a small window affording us a view of the outside world when the wooden shutter is not closed.
Now as I sit with my quilting before me, I debate whether to sew a small red square in the centre as the heart of our dear log home. Better still, I will make it yellow; to be the lantern in that window, showing my Joshua the way home.
Written by Anne Carruthers, February 2012
Brune, Nick, Dave Calverley and Alastair Sweeny. History of Canada Online – Junior Edition. Northern Blue Publishing. http://canadachannel.ca/HCOJR/ February 2012