Dreams Shattered and the Trail Lost

“It was early September 1951. The night before, a combine pulled into our yard to harvest our flax. The next morning we awoke to find our entire flax crop was smashed down into the mud by a heavy, wet snow that came during the night. We were unable to harvest a single bushel of flax. Earlier that season our wheat and oats had been wiped out in a hailstorm. After an entire year’s effort and not one red cent of income to show from our efforts, our dream was dead.”

So begins Maurice Solie’s ref...