LINDBERGH IN THE LIMELIGHT
Doreen Maxwell is back at work after a two-week stay in the University Hospital in Edmonton.
Herb Sills spent a few days at the Neepawa Works renewing old acquaintanceships and beating the ball about on Neepawa's famous "nine holer". We hear that he only got as far as No. 6. What happened to 7, 8 and 9?
Doris Wiegerinck joined the staff on May 25 as Plant Stenographer and SALT LICKS Correspondent. Here! Here! I'm writing about myself!
P.S. Our local photographer promises to have a picture of me in the next issue!
A hearty welcome to 0. H. Bowen who joined us on May 6th as Power Plant Engineer. Like Chief Davidson he is also batching at the Staff House until we find a place for him to live.
Our townsite and plant grounds are getting a face-lifting. It includes a general clean-up, cutting of weeds, "brushing out" the bush, and prettying things up in general in anticipation of any visitors who should call on us unexpectedly out here on the "fringe of civilization".
Linda Krissa and Sharon and Carol Maslak are in Hospital at time of writing â Linda with appendix trouble, and Sharon and Carol to have their tonsils out. We wish them all a speedy recovery.
John Nimmo spent a few days at our Lindbergh Plant helping us to bring order out of chaos before Tommy's return.
The lawn that everyone has been carefully watching isn't growing. In fact it is turning a lovely rusty red. We refer to our lawn in front of the Fused Salt Plant. Despite the tenderest care, liberal applications of 2-4 D and fertilizer, it still refuses to sprout the way it should. Certainly can't be from the heat!
Heinsburg was the scene of a farewell party for Jack Wiebe, who left us on June 22. As Mrs. Wiebe had already left for Edmonton, the party was strictly "Stag". From the appearance of those who attended, the party was a success. A lamp was presented to Mr. and Mrs. Wiebe by the Plant employees. The Wiebes are going to make their home in Edmonton.
Back home again after a two-week holiday in Eastern Canada and the United States, are Tom and Steffie McLennan. Apart from rain and muddy roads, the holiday was a success. Back for a visit with us came Tom's parents from Hanover, Ontario. They find the country very beautiful, but have never seen such roads, they say!
Larry Gray left the Plant on June 5th. He had been working in the Fused Salt Plant.
STORY OF THE FAKELEYS
This is the story of a very famous and very popular family at Lindbergh.
The Fakeleys â Alf, Vera, their three sons, Allan, Gordon and Garry â are one of the townsite's oldest families.
Alf Fakeley first started work at the Plant in 1948 as a construction worker and, with Harry Grauman, helped to build the first experimental Fused Salt Plant. He watched it grow into the greatest single development now in Lindbergh. Later, Alf moved on to the Block press and stayed with that for three years. Recently he joined the Maintenance Department, where he will have ample opportunity to indulge in his favorite pastime, "fixing things".
Because Alf and Vera Fakeley remember what it was like in the Hungry 30's, their slogan is "Waste not, want not"; and, perhaps, answers the question why Alf keeps a little box marked "Strings â too short for any use".
In 1948, while on the 4-12 shift, Alf built a home for his family; a chicken coop; added more room to the house; and built a garage. Two years ago they lost everything in a fire. But, with typical Fakeley fortitude, Alf rebuilt his home and even added a bit of a veranda to the chicken coop.
Alf's White Jersey Giants are the pride of his heart. "This year" says Alf, "I haven't very many. Only 200 or so." Alf is not only able to raise chickens in his spare time, but also does woodwork and specializes in making figurines of cats, dogs, deers and does, all of which sell readily in the surrounding Community.
Vera Fakeley, though busy with her three boys and husband, finds time to be active in townsite and Community activities. Allan, the eldest boy, has worked in the Plant for almost two years.
And so we leave the Fakeleys to their chickens, their figurines, their garden, and their many interests that make them a good family to know and an asset to our townsite.
The Fakeleys feeding Alf's White Jersey Giants, which, for some reason or other, remain dwarfs. That's Garry holding the chicken, while Allan, his mother, and Dad and Brother Gordon look on.
Alf and Ron Seal of the Maintenance Department give us a grin.
Alf joined the Maintenance Department recently, his broad expeâ
rience in "fixing things" stands him in good stead.
Here is Alf at work creating "Famous Fakeley Figurines" which
sell in the Lindbergh and Elk Point areas as fast as he can
produce 'em.
And here we have Gordon, Garry and Allan doing a bit of weeding just before Ma Fakeley calls, "Soup's On"!
His ever busy wife, Vera, taking in the washing while Allan helps. There's never a dull moment at the Fakeley's, and never a dull,
drab sheet on the line.
The Fakeley family hard at work tucking away what Vera prepared while the rest of the family was at school, work or play.
"Good substantial food makes for good substantial citizens", says Alf.
