Sarah Binks, A Musical Tribute - Library2

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its insect population. Like a sylph she wandered its bluffs and coulees and
gopher meadows, in a divine frenzy.
SARAH:
HIEBERT:
SARAH:
I never went in no gopher fields. I couldn't stand the dirty things!
Sarah!
Don't mind me. I'm just here to correct any mistakes.
HIEBERT: Oh, I'd be delighted to accept any revisions you might propose.
From the horse's mouth, as it were. Your spirit was moved to attend!
SARAH:
Could say that.
HIEBERT: And as your most humble biographer, I will inform the public how
you transcended the soil of Willows, Saskatchewan. How would -- you describe
Willows
SARAH: Well, that ain't easy. It's about halfway between Oak Bluff and
Quagmire. What else do they have to know
HIEBERT: Oh well -- I have described its civic architecture as --
unpretentious. Just a post office, and a two-room school.
SARAH: Well, what about Charley Wong's restaurant and billiard parlour
Wasn’t that a civic building It was pretentious! Plus two hotels. The
Clarendon.
HIEBERT:
SARAH:
HIEBERT:
(Conservative).
And the Commercial.
(Liberal).
SARAH: Plus a drug store, and four gas stations! We weren't exactly some
backwoods village, like you said in your book!
HIEBERT: But you agree that the town is now sadly declined -- eclipsed by its
glorious past. Yet to this shrine every year go hundreds like these members of
the Binks Memorial Society who can pause for the briefest refreshment at the
Clarendon, or fill up with gas at the "Sarah Binks Esso station."
SARAH: Actually, I never spent a lot of time in Willows itself. Dad's
homestead was ten miles outta town.
HIEBERT: When Jacob Binks first ploughed his homestead, the boundless
and empty plains stretched far away to where, as Sarah said,