In a big, red hip-roof barn on a Saskatchewan farm there once stood a sturdy homemade trunk. It had contained some of the family belongings when Dietrich and Elizabeth Barkman homesteaded in 1906 in the Flowing Well district of the province.
Emptied of its contents, the trunk was stored in the barn for decades.
My husband, Leo, remembered standing on it as a young boy as he saddled up his horse, Birdie. Other than that, the trunk was mostly ignored, until Edwin, another of the Barkman sons, came for a visit from California. Meandering through the barn at milking time, he spied the old trunk.
Digging through family history, he had read that Barkman ancestors, who came to Hillsboro, Kansas, in 1874 from what is now Ukraine, brought with them a crude trunk in which there was a pull-out drawer in the very bottom. With her parents busily preparing for the impending voyage — and probably wanting to keep her out of the way — a little eight-year-old girl called Annie was given the task of going to the granary and choosing enough plump wheat kernels to fill the bottom of the trunk. Nor was she the only one picked for such a task.