My dad was an alien

Before becoming a full time farmer my dad tried a variety of jobs. He was born in Greermount, Que. (a mountainous region nine miles north of Shawville) the fourth child in a family of ten.
He helped on the little farm where their main income was maple syrup in the spring. Today the little fields between the mountains are all grown up with natural reforestation. I’m sure the occasional hunter who stumbles through the farm wonders why there are stone piles and stone fences all through the bush.

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