“My name is Abigail Grace Walker It’s a pleasure to meet you dear Sir” “It is indeed a pleasure to meet you too young lady” My name dear Abigail is Joseph William Barnes” “I hope dear that I do not intrude on you and if I say anything that upsets you please let me know. Mr Barnes smiles down at me in reply Talking to strangers and getting to know them is something I love to do. People are beautiful and you seem like a beautiful young lady” I was born and raised in Wetaskiwin Alberta and I was the grandson of Arthur Charles Barnes and Rose Jackson Barnes both Canadian emigrants of Gloucester England who emigrated to Wetaskiwin Alberta many years ago. My father opened up his own meat packing company there and they both were prosperous until of coarse there death. I am a only child and my father and mother both died in a terrible car accident when I was only two. I hardly knew them”. “Joseph sadly bowed his head” Now what about you young lady.”

I went on to tell Mr. Joseph William Barnes my whole life story and how my seamstress mother made hats and mits and sweaters for the homeless and dropped them off once a year right before winter started and all of a sudden the train...