
In 1920 he hit on the idea of teaching English privately for students in secondary education. Finally he was self employed; doing something he liked and worked on this job to his dying day. So this is a potted history of my father's life, no doubt, incomplete.
I notice that another question you ask me is "when were they (the Edgar Family) finally settled in Argentina". There is a Bible dated in Montevideo 1881. We don't know why that is, because by that time the family had been living in Argentina for 30 or 40 years, when the Nowell family brought over my grandfather, still in his childhood”
That is the end of his letter. The other letter is about the Pearson and the Montgomerie families his maternal grandparents which I will deal with separately.
During his life my father who was a man of few words, would suddenly have a spate of verbosity and recount stories of his childhood, very rarely did he speak of himself as a grown man.
During these interludes that generally happened when he took me for long walks when I was in my very early teens, I do remember him telling me stories from their time in Guamini, they are just vignettes. I remember five stories; one was about the prize winning pig, the other was about a prize winning dog, the next one was about Harold (second son) and the barrel, another one was about Christmas and the last one was about an attempted robbery.
His father had bought a prize winning pig to improve the quality of his stock, he also had an indistinct brute. He had the prized pig in a separate enclosure to protect him from the other wildish pig. One afternoon this wildish pig broke into the separate enclosure of the prize winning pig and a battled ensued between them. The boys all hung around to watch the outcome of this fight and when the prized pig was killed they then ran to tell their father what had happened. You can imagine that Papa was not well pleased, especially if one is conscious of the financial problems my grandfather had.
