[Photograph 1] Mikhail Zarchukov. As his expression belies - still proud.

[Photograph 2] The Catholic church still stands. Strange - I never had an urge to attend

it.  I don't recall of ever being inside this edifice.

[Photograph 3] This is the old school built by Alex Finlan circa 1912.  Progress has

erased this landmark. Only an empty space overgrown with grass and a bench to sit

and contemplate the past. Yes, a monument to the dead heroes of World War I remain.

[Photograph 4] The grand old school stands wreathed by soft white fleecy clouds of

summer.  The old school stands brooding what fate has in store for her!  I often wonder

what has become of those with whom we shared much joy.

[Photograph 5] Some of the landmarks remain so characteristic of our province.  They

too will soon go the way of our old school.

[Photograph 6] Prairie sky with endless horizon.  Serrated by the characteristic

landmarks which make known to the traveller a small community - Blaine Lake exists.

[Photograph 7] Mike Zarchukov, the last guardian of the landmark proudly stands by

the gate.

[Photograph 8] The old landmark and the occupant - M.Z. in the midst of luxurious

growth of his garden.

[Photograph 9] The Podovelnikov house.  Adjoining the house was the office of the

implement company which Henry ran.  The area around was strewn with all kinds of

implements and provided much fun when playing hide and seek.

[Photograph 10] The Doukhobor Community Centre.  I do not know when it was built or

how it was organized.  Will do some research.

[Photograph 11] This is our house, obscured by the trees we planted in our youth.  The

occupant at that time was my Uncle Sam and Auntie Zbitnoff.  In spite of incredible

odds, Mother managed somehow with perseverance to make it a home for John and I. 

[Photograph 12] Ukrainian Catholic church.

[Photograph 13] This landmark is also quite lived in my mind.  Its occupant Mikhail

Zarchukov was a colourful character.  Like Mike, it was showing mark changes of aging. 

This place also has a colourful past, and many memories linger.  The well furnished

many buckets of water to sustain our garden and allay our thirst.

[Photograph 14] Mike Zarchukov - a philosopher and a poet.  He lived

alone with his memories of the past.  He was not bitter, but very

philosophic.  During our visitation, I spent many pleasant hours

reminiscing.  His memory was keen.  I wish I would have documented

the history of the era.

[Photograph 15] This is our neighbour across the street - the Podavelnikovs - Andrei

and Axenia with their family, Mary, Poly, Bill and Henry.  It brings back many memories

of youth.

[Photograph 16] Blaine Lake - looking east.

[Photograph 17] Showing changes of time.  It has a resigned look.

Example of stamp mark and handwritten caption for each photograph.