A Fiddler in the Orchard It was late October, and William was in the barn preparing batches of cider for winter storage, when Henry came for a visit. “Is that cider ready yet?” Henry said jokingly, entering the barn. William was busy dismantling his Apple Press, feverishly going...
The Visitor It was the winter of 1892, and the county was silent as snow lay thick across the fields. William sat alone in the parlour, beside an oil lamp, flipping through a box of tintypes on the table. It had been a year since Margaret passed,...
From the memoirs of Henry Whitcomb: An Ontario woodsman remembering William Percival Pyle. Henry Whitcomb writes: I knew William well. We spoke often and had a good friendship. He would invite my family and I over for dinner very often. This is when his wife Margaret was...
Down by the river Turbulent days for Margaret & William Farming is a constant struggle. Physically taxing and a strain financially. Margaret decided to get a job in town, just three days a week. She left before the sun was up, following the road down to the...