In 1883 my grandfather was 16yrs old. This was the year that he left the family farm in Southern Manitoba to homestead on his own. All granddad had was a team of horses, a milk cow and seed. That first winter he drank and ate nothing but milk and turnips. He lived to 101yrs so I have a couple of memories of him, only of our Sunday visits to his bedside at the nursing home.
After eating only turnips for a winter, one would think he would have began hating that veggie but no, grandad wanted his turnips at every family gathering.
Dad and grandad had two large farms to operate and they were about 100 miles apart so twice a year all the machinery was moved back and forth between the farms. Mom didn't know what she was in for when she married dad. lol
One fall mom got stuck riding shotgun with grandpa returning to the farm here at Calgary. Once in the yard grandma was on the porch to greet everybody and was confronted by mom flying out of granddad's truck and running at my grandma screaming, "Don't you ever make me ride with that old man again, he's gonna kill me!
Granddad always drove his vehicles like he had just stolen them.