"In 1924, Ernest Thompson Seton was coming to Carberry to speak in the Victoria Hall. At that time a lot of people thought him to be just a strange man. But my Mother said he had something no one else had. He was not known all over the world for nothing.
Our school was not going down to hear him, so my mother said, "Well, you are going to hear him. There must be something wonderful about a man who loves animals and nature as he does." So she took us to hear him.
He had on a beautiful skin vest or jacket, all beaded beautifully in front. And as he stood on the platform talking to us and the schools that were there, out of his pocket or somewhere jumped a large bushy-tailed squirrel that ran across that platform. He just whistled a little and it came back to him. He also gave us his wolf call and it was just perfect like a wolf.
Then in 1928 and 1929, I was teaching in the Prosser District and he came to visit a Jack Thompson who lived on a farm in the Pleasant Point district. J. Thompson, I thought was a brother but his daughter thought he was just a cousin, but was going to look it up in the family tree, and I have never heard more.
The church was in Pleasant Point and we went there. If he was there we sat with one eye over our shoulder watching him in case a bird or a mouse or something would crawl out of his pocket. He loved to show his pets, a squirrel which ran around his shoulder, and talk about the beauty the animals lived in.
This is all I remember about him. But it sure changed our idea about him being queer. We sure thought he was wonderful."
(Editor's Note: This story was recounted by Seton Centre volunteer, Jennie Graham. She lived in the Carberry area all her life.)