I remember one cold stormy night seeing Mrs. Cory
and my mother making their way along the snow cov-erecl
trail 1n answer to a call from a woman in distress. Mrs.
Cory had walked a mile through deep banks of snow to
reach our home.

The nearest point where provisions could be had
was Fort Garry. it meant a long tedious journey across
the wind swept prairies. In the years of the floods, the
roads were almost impassable. On one of these trips, James
Adamson, a respected citizen, took suddenly ill, at What
is now Headlingtl'y, and passed away in a few days. As
there were no telephones or teliegrarplhs here in those days,
considerable time elapsed before the sad neWs of his death
and burial could be conveyed to his sorrowing wife and
chilltdlrven. Mist. iAdarm-son, with her two children, the
younger, a baby in arms, bravely carried on and estab-

illished. a fine home.

With the first settlers, came the representatives of
the. Christian church. Services were held in the homes of
the people, until churches were built. Rev. Mr. McNab,
was the first Presbyterian minister, having come in 1872.
In 1874, Dr. James Robertson, pioneer Superintendent of
Missions of the Presbyterian Church, spent six weeks in
the district, consulting the people and organizing the ter—
rito'ry. For the next two years, students were sent out
from the college to assist in the work. Mr. McKellar spent
the summer of 1874 and Mr. Currie the winter of 1875.

In 1878, my faher, James Broadfoort, donated to the
first Presbyterian Church, the site where the present United
Church stands. Some members of the congregation hauled
logs, while ot rers secured lumber from the saw mill at
G assy RiV'.er The sea ts and pulpit, were made by James
Jamieson. So with gifts of labour, lumber and other mat-
erial, the first church was erected at ‘low cost and open-
ed. that year.