But one woman's letters and picture appealed to me. She had been a widow for twenty years and like me had one son and two daughters, all married. She lived in Lethbridge, Alberta. She is of Swedish decent and I am of Irish and Scottish descent. She is eleven months younger than I am. I had a married sister living in Coaldale six miles east of Lethbridge so I went to visit my sister at Christmas 1971 and from there; I visited my correspondent, Eva Siewert (nee Westergreen.) Eva Westergreen was a widow of Reinhold Siewert. I was very impressed with Eva at first sight and I could tell she was pleasantly surprised when she saw me. Strange as it may seem she was born at Whitewater, Manitoba in April 1909 and migrated with her parents to Alberta in June that year, I arrived with my parents from Scotland in June 1909 to Elgin, a few miles from where the Westergreens had just left, although we did not know it.
Two months after we first met, I gave Eva and engagement rings and set the date for our wedding July 15, 1972. I sold my farm near Makinak and moved to Lethbridge. Eva had sold her farm at Wrentham, Alberta two years before we met. She had been renting it to neighbours until then, and was employed as a cook in the fancy Park Plaza Motor Hotel in Lethbridge. My three brothers and sister, who had not been together for many years, came to our wedding in Lethbridge all my children and Eva's attended. Both our families are very happy with our marriage. Eva's daughter, Ione, sent out the following wedding invitations:
Have you heard the glad tiding?
Eva Siewert has come out of hiding.
The reason is her pride and joy
Handsome smiling Tom Hoy
We could not be happier. We honeymooned in Hawaii and have toured most of Canada and the United States. We visit my family in Manitoba every year and they visit us. We attended the wedding of my only granddaughter, Sheila Kardoes to Randy MacDonald in Dauphin in July 1983. My old friends did not recognize me, they said "you look a lot younger" and I feel younger. Love makes the world go round -- God is Love!
N.B. This is the last of my Tom Hoy posts, unless other stories or poems come my way. My step-grandfather wrote in a journal every night; when he died, his family took them.