November 19, 2013
I especially “love it” when there’s no plan but it ends up looking like one…Here’s a Christmas story.
My friend Pauline gave me a box of outdoor Christmas lights. They were the old fashioned, huge, multi-coloured, much used lights, and I wasn’t having them anywhere near the house in case they caught fire. However, (I always have a “however” in my life) I wanted to put them up somewhere outside.
The perfect candidate, was a small pine tree on the far left of the yard near the BBQ which had a source of electricity. My husband strung the lights, against his better judgment…sure that they would burn the tree down, or at least cost a fortune in power (which they did).
Snow fell all around it, dabbled the branches in white and the coloured lights burned through the snow. It was quite a sight. Friends called to tell me that they loved the little tree “in the forest”. From the road, it was odd and alone in the dark.
The following summer, I found it’s real purpose. My neighbor, a 80-ish lady living alone, told me how delighted she was to look out her kitchen window and see that beautiful little Christmas tree sparkling in the darkness.
Needless to say, year after year, we were happy to dig out those lights and recreate the scene, just for her.
November 13, 2013
When I was about five years old, I got a beautiful sweater for Christmas. That was a bit odd because we didn’t get clothes for Christmas, back then…only panties and hankies.
It was mauve, my mom’s favourite colour for me to wear and it was itchy, very, very itchy. Nevertheless, I wore it often because it was beautiful and I loved it.
One day, I discovered a piece of wool sticking out, so I tugged on it, and broke it off. After the next washing I noticed there was a small hole, but it was on the back where I couldn’t see it, and so I wore it because it was so beautiful AND I LOVED IT. In time there was another piece of wool poking through and I pulled on it. Before my eyes, strand after strand of wool unravelled and I couldn’t stop pulling and picking. It was fascinating- so orderly. Finally there was a big hole and I had a pile of ugly, curly wool that my mom said could possibly be made into a scarf. I was inconsolable.
I hadn’t meant to do that. I had destroyed the “fabric” of a favourite, beautiful thing.
I had forgotten about this kid story until today when I find myself similarly distressed, watching the PQ government picking and pulling at the beautiful fabric of our Province.
June 18, 2013
I just realized that the blogs are not all intact from May 2007. Central Patricia Gold Mines and several others seem to have been bumped off.
When I opened the site-it started with Montauban Les Mines, which would have been 1951/52 (?)
If you go to the “2012″ in review panel from Word press, you can see Central Pat….etc. It could be that I’ve exceeded my space.
Leave a message if you can’t access the blogs I’ve mentioned.
Best Regards to all,
March 13, 2013
this was around 1947 or 48,
I would have been about six at the time dont really know all of my classmates but will tell you the
ones I do know. The group picture is as follows;
I am in the center of the middle row, Helen Leeyus top row on the left,Abbie Brazeau in the middle row
second to right from me,(plaid shirt and suspenders) Elaine Leeyus front row 2 from left, I believe that is
Elaine and I think the teacher is Mrs Cullen, although have been know to be wrong before lol
the in class pic I am standing at the table and Abbie Brazeau is laying on the floor left side of pic
The pic with myself and my brother is in front of the community hall about 1948 or so on the road to the mine site up from the river.
From Art Boucher
March 9, 2013
For “Ex-Pat’s” curious about the early history of this Northern Ontario area.
This may be an interesting article:
Canadian Mining Journal Article – 1949
December 31, 2012
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 5,100 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 9 years to get that many views.
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December 20, 2011
The title is not very melodious, unless you can sing it.
It was one of the first Christmas songs I learned in Grade one. I couldn’t read yet, so I stood in the choir with a song book, and sang Fa la la la la la la la la with much gusto! I remember it clearly.
Like most experiences in our early life, we can be marked positively or negatively.
I always loved Christmas. My Mom & Dad must have been challenged to provide in those days, but we never knew it. Imagine yourself, making something out of Christmas with no credit cards! Well, I had Credit cards and over did it all every single year. I may have had regrets about some of my decisions through the year, but overspending Christmas was not one of them!
I’ve become slightly (only slightly) more practical these days, but I can see that I’ve passed that shopping germ on to my daughter and she goes to extremes too, but she doesn’t blow the budget for the year. I guess that I imparted other skills to her as we went along.
So here we are. Another Christmas. My 68th.
I hear all the contraversy about being politically correct and wonder “who has time for that”?
Another wonderful Christmas season, when we can thank God, thank our friends, and thank our families for the richness of our lives.
MERRY CHRISTMAS & HAPPY NEW YEAR!
June 9, 2011
i hav sertin reservashins about the facebook fenomena.
Maybe (probably) it’s me…I like the concept, but I can’t imagine the need to keep everyone up to date on my daily comings and goings. I can’t imagine having 250+ “friends” and I can’t imagine 250+ people being interested in what I am doing in my life. I can’t name 50 friends… Friends are people we know and like, people who we have something in common with and trust to be loyal and generous. Maybe the word “friends” should be re-tooled, it’s too warm and fuzzy. We could call each other “watchers” or “features” or “likens”. Take your pick.
I am very curious to see where the “fenomena” will take us as a society. I suspect that we will reach a saturation point, and with that, a care-less point, which may spill over to the actual “friends” we have.
I like communication. The more the better, between people. I like MY facebook friends who post photos, and notes. I like it when I hear that kids talk to their parents, partners talk to each other and friends tell each other how wonderful it is to have them in their lives.
So, to all my FRIENDS and you know who you are. I appreciate your friendship.
May 26, 2011
In the past few days, I found myself thinking of my mother more than usual. Her name was Mary and I think that she was a Saint by any standard. She loved me throughout my life, and I can recall her clearly, shaking her head, at a complete loss for words more than once. That’s one of the things that I admire most on reflection- she didn’t comment. When I came home at age 14 with Champagne Blonde hair…no comment. When I was drawing in my eyebrows with too-dark pencil…no comment. When I hemmed my basketball tunic to dangerous heights…no comment. When I danced for 52 hours in a competition… No comment. When I decided to get married, open a Boutique…no comment.
Now how did I get this ramble on? OH! It must have started with the eyebrows…I’ve been retired for six years and have noticed recently that I can go through the day with no eyebrow pencil or mascara on. That was a no-no in my entire adult life. Seven days a week, (unless I was deathly ill), I always put on some war paint. Today, I was thinking how relieved I am, that I can let go “all my childish things”. Now, everything in my life is optional. What a relief! I don’t think about competing or performing. I don’t think about clothes, shoes, or money. I have enough of everything. Those hectic days are racing into the past and even though time is flying by, it contains so few components. We eat whatever and when we want, some days we work a bit and some days we don’t. Everything : optional! We walked around our beautiful back yard tonight, and admired the lush mini forest that we planted tree by tree on the 1 acre hay-field we moved to 40 years ago. Just like the trees, we grew up together, grew stronger, flourished and reached for the sky. (And we produced a couple of cute little seedlings.)
Now, back to my thoughts of Mary. She was a “worry wort”. At least she claimed to be. I always thought that worrying was paralyzing, but she showed no signs of that. On several occasions, she saw my father, Elmer leave for a new mine site, while she stayed behind with three little kids and packed up the household, organized the move and then took the train and bus half way across the country to join the family together. Elmer always had a house ready and the beds set up when we arrived, and it was exciting to get settled again and start school and make new friends.
I knew early on that Mary was a strong woman, all 5 ft 2″, 98 pounds of her!
Mary & Elmer circa 1939
May 21, 2011
I woke up this morning to hear that the world MAY be ending today. I’ve had a few thoughts on the subject…it is certainly the truth for some people. Their world will end, some tragically, some naturally and some figuratively.
I don’t expect to be among the “chosen few” as described, but I will get a court of 2nd opinion once I meet my Maker. He has a great sense of humour (just look at us!) and I think that he’ll find room in his Kingdom for me. After all, how dull would it be? Have you seen the various “types” who have been proclaiming Doomsday?
If you don’t hear from me for the next few days, don’t worry. I am just very busy, and hoping that one of the doomsday-ers will call and leave me their bank account, car, vacation property and/or diamonds (I love the yellow ones).
Yes, I admit. I am an opportunist, but more of an optimist.
(Just in case)- I love you all!