Poem for Olive Howard nee Howse
A proud ancestry of fur traders and explorers Olive came from
Survival and success meant they must have courage not glum.
Olive learned these lessons well as adversity she must quell.
Tough times she could not escape; somehow she must rebel.
A family of eight Olive and Ezra were blessed to care for
At a young age these children learned the meaning of chore.
These children could cook, clean and chop wood for fire,
In challenging times this family had any skill they desired.
Olive taught her family the blessings of her faith in God
Salvation and spiritual nurturing she desired over rod
As Olive dutifully cleaned and baked for her loved ones,
There was always a lot to eat and time for frolic and fun.
Company they often had and Olive would bake a cake
A true delight with burnt bottom shed always make.
We loved her hospitality- happy times sure to unfold-
Moonlight sledding and horse drawn sleighs for the bold.
Written to Honor the Beauty We All Saw in Olive.
Carol Howard Vulliamy- Metis Elder