Amos Brokenfield

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In loving memory of Amos Brokenfield (1895–1968) Prairie Survivor & Homesteader of Hepburn District

Amos Brokenfield was called home on April 18, 1968, at the age of 73, after a long battle with the lingering effects of dust and hardship, passing peacefully in the same farmhouse he had defended through the darkest years of the Great Depression.

Born in 1895 on a small farm near Regina, Saskatchewan, Amos grew up in a family of Mennonite stock who taught him the value of perseverance and prayer. In 1929, just as the stock market crashed, he married his sweetheart Mabel and claimed a homestead quarter near Hepburn under the last wave of the Dominion Lands Act. The timing could not have been worse.

The Dirty Thirties arrived like a plague. Year after year, drought scorched the fields, topsoil blew away in black blizzards, and the wind carried away hope along with the dirt. Amos watched his wheat crop wither three seasons in a row, yet he refused to abandon the land. He walked behind his horses pulling a one-way disc through dust drifts higher than his knees, planting what little seed he could afford on credit. When grasshoppers stripped the remaining stalks, he trapped rabbits for stew and traded eggs for flour. Mabel kept the house warm with twisted tumbleweeds and old fence posts, reading Psalms aloud to the children while the windows rattled.

Through it all, Amos clung to his faith. He helped organize the Hepburn relief committee, sharing what little they had with neighbors who had even less. On Sundays he led hymns in the schoolhouse church, his cracked voice rising above the wind: “Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father…” Many said it was Amos’s quiet stubbornness and steady prayers that kept the community from scattering entirely.

He was predeceased by his wife Mabel Brokenfield (1900–1955), who passed from complications of pneumonia after years of breathing dust-laden air. Together they raised four children—two sons who stayed on the land and two daughters who married nearby. Amos took great pride in his grandchildren, often telling them stories of “the dirty days” while pointing to the shelterbelt trees he planted in 1937—now tall windbreaks that still guard the farm.

A man of grit, humility, and deep trust in Providence, Amos Brokenfield lived to see the prairies heal. He often said, “The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, but He never leaves us in the dust.” He now rests in Hepburn Cemetery, beneath the sheltering rows he helped grow, awaiting the day when every tear is wiped away.

Funeral services were held April 20, 1968, at the Hepburn United Church, with interment following. In lieu of flowers, donations were made to the local food bank in his memory.