A Haney Day

We grew up in Haney, now called Maple Ridge and spent some time there today.
We visited mom and dad's grave-site at the local cemetery. Hard to believe they've been gone for 16 years now.

                           We also saw Thomas and Anne Haney's, original pioneers. The trees must be original and are mammoth is size compared to our car behind.

 

The next stop was our old house which Dad had built in 1945, where we all grew up, surrounded by 22 acres with 24 greenhouses and holly trees. We had a large barn with 2 Clydesdale houses and loved haying in the summer.

The owners attached the garage to the house, enlarged the kitchen out to a large deck and the original hardwood floors are still there. The basement is totally finished, minus the cold storage under the front stairs and has a bathroom and sauna added.

The living room looks the same.

The surprise was in the attic off the girls bedroom. The people said 'Are you Margaret?'

When mom and dad moved over to the river in 1961, someone had printed this on the insulation.

 

The house is well loved and has been very much enjoyed.