Alexander (Sandy) Fraser was born in Newton,
Lanarkshire, Scotland on 15 July 1875, the oldest of eleven children (8
boys and 3 girls). At the age of 10 he went to work in a coal mine,
claiming to be 12, was found out, and so got a job on the railroad
construction crew for two years, before going back to the coal mines.
In his own words: "I was married on 25 Sep 1896, and
had four children when I sailed for Canada. In May 1906, I landed on the
prairie north of Lethbridge, at Carmangay, Alberta. [He worked in various
mines, before opening his own mine in 1918 and retiring in 1944.] I served
on the Municipal Council of Barons District for 15 years. My wife died in
early 1949. Since then I have been a wanderer and expect to plague my
family, the finest ever, until I reach the end of the road. I was the
father of ten children, two of them died young."
Alex m. Jean Adams; Joe m. Emma Sanderson; Bessie m.
Ritchie m. Gertrude Frank; Jim m. Edith Jones; Maggie
m. Henry Wobick;
Elizabeth (Finlayson) Fraser; Bill m. Gertrude MacLean;
Alexander (Sandy) Fraser; Janet m. Bert McGaw
For many years the family orchestra provided music for
dances over a considerable portion of southern Alberta. Grandma Fraser
used to say that she gave the boys pots and pans and spoons, put them in
the living room and closed the door. Mrs. Eva-Mae (Fraser) Graff, a
grandmother herself, is justifiably fond of her grandpa Sandy. She
recently donated a booklet of Treasured Poetry by Alexander (Sandy)
Fraser, written between 1906-57, and lovingly compiled by his family. Here
is one of my favourites:
Rice Pudding Deluxe
Ive been batching for a month now, and I find it pretty tough
And to put it very frankly, I think Ive had enough,
And unless youve gone through it, you dont know how it feels
To work outside, and twice a day, come in and make your meals.
The weather had been very hot, and Id begun to tire.
So when it cooled a little bit, I thought Id build a fire;
And what to cook, I didnt know, I wanted something nice;
And there upon a shelf I spied a ten pound sack of rice.
I searched around a little, till I found the biggest pot;
I filled it up with water, of the rice I dumped the lot.
A cup of salt I added, then I put it on to cook,
And till it started boiling, I sat down to read a book.
Now if anything was needed to prove I was a dunce,
I proved it when I started cooking so much rice at once.
But then I had it figured, that when cooked Id eat my full
And the balance I would put into the frigidaire to cool.
Now Im partial to rice pudding and I like it best when cold,
And I always think it has a better flavour when its old.
But heres the truth about this act, so silly, so to speak;
I didnt want to look at stoves or cooking for a week.
Well, the rice commenced a-swelling, even though it didnt boil
And I hunted through the cupboard for the dishes I would soil;
And as soon as boiling started, every bowl and every cup,
Just as fast as I could ladle, every dish I filled them up.
I filled the wifes wash boiler, and every pot and pan,
And then I filled a bath tub, but still the blamed thing ran,
And when Id nothing left to fill, and I was filled with ire;
A brilliant thought just struck me, Why not take it off the fire?
It slackened quite a little when I set it out to cool,
But there was I, and every dish within the house was full.
I couldnt make no coffee and even the water pail
Was brimming full of swollen rice; to swear did no avail.
An empty dish I couldnt find, although I searched the digs,
So I had to spend an hour feeding pudding to the pigs.
When I got through, though hungry, I perched upon a stool
And tried to figure out just why I could be such a fool
To think that I, who never cooked a meal in all my life,
Had fancied I could get along a month without my wife.
Then a funny feeling struck me, as I sat down upon my perch,
That I had made some big mistake, and so I made a search,
And found a little later, just before I called a halt,
That Id used baking soda in the rice instead of salt.
Ive got my fill of batching, and you can bet your life
That youll never catch me living another month without my wife.
Now when benedicts are boasting what it feels like to be free,
And you cannot fully answer, send the sons of guns to me.
Elizabeth Cullen (Finlayson) Fraser was born on 9 July
1881 to Richard and Margaret (Cullen) Finlayson. Liz passed away in
Calgary on 22 Feb 1949, aged 67. Sandy died in 1958 at the age of 83.