Ed Yourk

After moving to Three Hills, Alberta, in mid-2002, Uncle Art and Aunt Marion came to visit, from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. Uncle Art shared this historical story with me and it quite quickly became a song. The story was confirmed by an elderly man that happened to be living in Swift Current, Saskatchewan in the early 1940s, telling us that many farmers from that area, headed down to the train station, heading for Prince George, as by early June, there was still no rain and no hope for the post "Dust Bowl" crops, for yet another year. I recall he mentioned about two weeks later "Continental Rains" came, every weekend. Yes, they surely "got wheat the size, of the coffee bean".