It is 2009 and it seems though it is 1960. Uneven dirt roads, very few street lights and old war time houses. In fact our house was built in 1945. There is a population of maybe 100 people. Our local business consist of a tavern, a cafe, post office, town office, school and the village office.
The citizens are mostly Ukrainian and aboriginal, 80% are seniors, and the rest young families seeking quietness and safety that a small town provides. Groceries and other amenities are a half hours drive.
Everyone knows everyone by name and location, as well as every ones business. Gossip is horrendous, and family feuds that have been generating for years is still circulating.
Our local fire department is volunteer ran with little to no training which means we can only put out grass and wild fires. So if our 1945 home was to go in flames it would take the prince albert fire department 45 mins + to get here to put it out (bye bye house). Quading and ski-doing is the main transportation in town.
I love it here, it gets very lonely at times but I manage. I get neighbours stopping by once in while for coffee or to get me to volunteer for something. The younger families argue with the older generation for change so that we can have paved streets or good drinking water etc. but in the long run my family is safe and it is indeed very quiet.
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