Wednesday, February 12, 2020

A Tribute


February 12th, 2020


Considering the date, - which marks the anniversary
of the birth of my beloved husband,
here are a few words to mark
his extraordinary contributions to all those things
he became involved in
during  his life here in this valley.

Charles Lincoln Finch
February 12th, 1924 – November 16th, 2012

A Tribute

In the first decade of the 20th century a number of Yukon gold miners and entrepreneurs heard of land being sold in the beautiful Okanagan Valley for $100.00 dollars an acre, and sight unseen they invested, with the intention of planting orchards.

Vincent Finch arrived from the Yukon in 1910 and was soon joined by his son Albion.  In 1913 Sidney Finch was persuaded to leave Hoodsport and the family business at Finch Creek to help for a few weeks on the newly planted orchards, but his stay was extended for almost seventy years when he also bought orchard property.  He married Violet Hunter, but within two years she died from tuberculosis.

In 1920 Sidney married Mabel O’Callaghan, a young widow with two children, Hazel and Tom.  Their first son, Gordon, was born in 1922, and Charles, their second son, on February 12th, 1924.  A daughter, Wenonah, completed the family two years later.

Despite the economic difficulties the depression brought it was a wonderful place to raise a family, with the lake close by, the surrounding hills where one could hike and hunt and fish, and a community of young farming people in a similar situation with young families and friendships that have continued throughout their lives. 

Charles took the bus into Penticton for his schooling, along with other Benchland children.  He attended his last class reunion in June of 2012, but they had been held annually since the 40th anniversary in 1982.

There was music in the home. – violin, fiddle, piano and tuba (which Charles played in the School Band)  which was to instill in him a great fondness for music and singing.  In the home in which his own children were raised there were two very large speakers which carried phonograph music through open windows into the orchard (where everyone was picking or hoeing or planting) and fostered this appreciation in his own children.

At the age of eighteen Charles enlisted in the RCAF, and while undergoing training at ITS in Edmonton met his future wife, Hildred Thompson.  He went on to High River, and then to Curry Field in Calgary, where he was awarded his wings





On arriving in the UK Charles received further training on heavy aircraft, and eventually with his crew joined an RAF Squadron, # 170, at Helmswell where he was a Lancaster Pilot carrying out operations over Germany.  



His half brother, Tom had died in the Falaise Gap, and In March of 1945 his second brother was killed at a Battle in the Hochwald Forest.  Charles was withdrawn from duty and arrived in New York on the 1st of May, a few days before the war ended.  He and Hildred were married in Edmonton on May 12th. 1945.



After five years in Penticton, and three children later, the family moved on to the Cawston Bench and the Fairview Heights Irrigation District, a VLA project for Veterans.  Charles worked with PFRA setting up the project and then acted as Secretary-Manager and Bailiff for a few years, after which he joined with many of the other veterans working in the logging industry and in local sawmills until the orchards they had planted came into production. The younger three children of the family of six were born during this time.



Charles had a clear vision and a keen sense of awareness of the consequences of actions and events, as well as a serious commitment to his citizenship, and these qualities lent themselves well to a leadership role in many of the activities he became involved in, - the Cawston Board of Trade, as Chair of two Centennial Committees, ten years as School Board Chair and a driving force behind the formation of Okanagan College in which he spent six years as a persistent Chair of the College Council in the face of the many parochial difficulties they dealt with in establishing the College.

In the field of Agriculture he became active in the B.C. Federation of Agriculture, and because of augmenting the orchard income with a large flock of sheep he spent some years as Chair of the B.C. Sheep and Wool Commission, the B.C. Sheep Breeder’s Co-operative and as a Director on the Canadian Co-operative Wool Growers.



He was active in the Canadian Legion and was twice President of Branch 192 in Keremeos, with a Lifetime membership award.

He will be sadly missed as the strong voice who called out the names of The Fallen in two World Wars at Remembrance Day Services in Keremeos.



For a while in the 1980’s Charles went adventuring as an Independent Trucker in a wonderful old Kenworth, but in 1987 he and Hildred retired to Keremeos and a life of weaving (to which he contributed wonderful and innovative additions to the looms) golfing, camping, bridge and fishing with old friends.




They took advantage of the leisure time to visit England, France and Holland for two Squadron reunions and to visit Charles’ brothers’ graves in Europe. 



During the war the crew who flew with Charles had formed a strong bond, as was the case with so many other men who faced danger in the skies together.  In 1997 they traveled to Canada for a reunion in the West, motoring from Calgary through the Rockies to Keremeos and on to Vancouver.



In the early 1990’s Charles spearheaded renewed activity in the Similkameen Branch of the Okanagan Historical Society and during this time, while he was President, the Annual OHS picnic was held at the Pow-Wow grounds on First Nation’s land in the Ashnola River Valley. 

Shortly after the family moved to Cawston Charles had suffered polio in probably the last of the great epidemics before the Salk Vaccine, and this came back to haunt him in his final years when he was stricken with neuropathy, greatly affecting his mobility.  He found some solace in his involvement with the Senior Singers at the OAP in Keremeos, where I am sure his quirky smile, his endearing way of putting people at ease and his nice tenor voice are missed, - there and by those who loved him so.





Friday, February 07, 2020

Snow in the Similkameen


My thoughts on the current
dump of snow!!!



When whoever is in charge

of weather and all its accoutrements

was faced with an overload of snow

and was looking for a place to dump it,

I'll be darned if they didn't choose

The Similkameen!!


...and it is still snowing!!!

Inclined to make everything look

pure and white and virginal -----

but is that the vision we are really

looking for as we peer

around for spring!

Somewhere under this beautiful

white coverlet

the daffodils are poking their

promising green spears.

The forecast is for sun on Sunday

(appropriate but is it something you would stake your life on!)

Bruce doesn't linger long

over the necessary bathroom events,

and Callie just turns her back

on the cat door and heads for the litter box!!!

Can you blame them???








Enough of this weather forecasting...



I am off to weave!


The Windhover, (label on my woven goods)





Friday, January 31, 2020



A Reminder

Lurking on your doorstep

clutching a clock

here to remind you

it's time to say "WHITE RABBIT'

if you want February 

to be kind to you......

It may be a short month

but it can be a pretty sharp one

if it forgets that it's

a harbinger of spring

and sends frost to crisp the snow drop

and ice the daffodil.


In any case -

it is wise to pay homage

to the White Rabbit

and keep an eye out for

the first violet


and the willows

that grow along the creek

at the other side of the meadow,

out back;

when their tips turn rosy......

And there is a lovely

green aura around the

tops of the bare tree branches.

Nothing dramatic, -

just the most gentle of remnders

that the sap is rising,

and spring returns...

as always!!


     Tom Thomson - Canadian - one of Seven








Wednesday, January 29, 2020

The end of January

Three apple pies in the oven

and I have a wonderful feeling of accomplishment, ----

and total exhaustion

that demands I sit in the easy chair

with the back heater at full blast

and a cup of coffee by my side!!!

If I were a little bit younger

I am sure I would have put those pies in the oven

with a great flourish

and probably gone down the hall

to wind a warp, or do something else,

equally as creative.

However, Callie thought it was a good idea

to cosy up in the easy chair...

she bears her age well, but I have to remember

that her fifteen years probably equals my ninety-five

and we both find great comfort in a bit of rest!!!

We will give the oven twenty minutes

to accomplish its magic 

and then go and readjust the pie positions.....

by that time we should be re-charged!!!!!

I am listening to Hauser and his cellist friend

as they play pieces from "Two Cellos"

and it doesn't seem to matter that the sun

is not shining this morning,

and that the forsythia

is not yet in bloom....


The Benedictus will rest in my head

for the rest of the day..........

and on into February, which will be so welcome

when it does arrive...

It seems to me I have made this observation before!

Am I becoming obsessed????




Friday, January 24, 2020


January 24th, 2020

Oh look, we're getting close to the end of January, 

and February looms invitingly,

(if you ignore the pictures of previous February storms and concentrate on SPRING,

 hiding in the hills, peering down at the valley,

 and making plans to visit)


This COULD be a picture of me.

It is very reminiscent of my early morning coffee, 

and the musings that accompany it.

Today I went out!

Probably for the first time since Christmas.

It has been snowy, and icy,

and dangerous for ancient ladies

who rely on a cane!

And it wasn't a great adventure, either.

My son-in-law drove me to the pharmacy

where I indulged myself

with a fresh supply of Tylenol for Arthritis,

some of that magic stuff you spray

on your neck, when you can't find a

comfortable way to arrange the pillows, in bed.

How our shopping lists change with age!!!

No lipstick, or eye shadow

or fancy soaps!!!

I did buy some shampoo

but only the old familiar Dove!

For Christmas I was given a beautiful bottle

of liquid soap,

daringly scented and in such a sweet container,

but I haven't yet run into the occasion

when I would be tempted to use it.

If the messy snow and water and ice

soon disappears

I plan to get my outdoor walker out of the garden shed

and make a little foray

around the garden

to see if by some miracle the daffodils

are poking through the tips of their lovely green shards.

In the morning I think I might go and inspect

the bucket of bulbs from last year

and see if there are some I can plant in the south window.

My amaryllis bloomed

(I think I posted a picture of it somewhere)


These blooms have withered and faded

but I see there is a small swelling and a tiny shoot

that maybe promises

another flower.

When February arrives I am going to hang

my Spring Sign on the fence,

and hope that it serves as a Welcome!!!



Sunday, January 12, 2020




Sunday, January 12th, 2020


A great cold has decidedto come and settle over us,
here in the Similkameen -and we have no reasonto complain,
having had, so far,a most fair and mild January.

However, it is alright to look for comfort
and I have found some in listening to
"Benedictus"the song of Zacharias,as it is rendered by Hauser

such beautiful music, to stir one's soul
and bring it peace on a wild and stormy night.

John O'Donahue has a way of doing that too......

"May you experience each day
as a sacred gift
woven around the heart
of wonder"

(John O'Donahue from "Benedictus")

Hopefully the morning will dawn peacefully
and the 'sacred gift' will not be too cold and blowy!!


Monday, January 06, 2020

An Essay on the Short Term Memory



As I age I pride myself that one of my first memories 

brings forth a picture of a small child in sagging sleepers,

 standing in her highchair, wailing for her mother

 (who is just on the other side of the screen door,

 hanging out diapers on a long clothes line).  

My pride stumbles a little now

as I pause in bewildernment 

outside the pantry door

 - now why am I here?

What did I come for?  


I shall go back to the kitchen, 

and when I remember what I was doing 

I will surely remember what it is

 I went to fetch from the pantry shelves!!!!


Alas, my short term memory leaves much to be desired.....


The contents of the vegetable crisper is there to attest to that fact!!!

I remember that a few days ago my youngest son

 retrieved a mouldering yellow object from amidst its depth

 (I use the word 'object' 

because it is taking me a while 

to recall the name of this round vegetable -

of yes, of course, it was a SQUASH!!!  

which I had bought on my last foray into the grocery store, 

imaging it with butter and brown sugar, 

broiling in the oven. 

The image was still with me when I placed it in the crisper

 amongst the apples and red peppers,

but once the door of the fridge was closed, 

and I turned around, probably to pour myself a cup of coffee,

 the yellow squash might as well have been orbiting the earth 

in some far off space....


Writing this has reminded me of what else might be hiding there,

 and I went to look and found a cauliflower, 

just starting to have little black spots 

(but luckily still retrievable. 

I shall have it for supper,.

- if I leave it out on the counter where it is quite visable!!!  


If I ever close the crisper  

it is liable to be a companion 

to the apples and pepper forevermore!


This morning my daughter and I had a conversation 

about a prescription the doctor had given me, 

and what it was for. 

As anyone who has ever had a prescription will know, it was quite unreadable! 

I was inclined to be a little defensive, 

as I had really forgotten

 if it was a medication for my stiff neck, 

or a prescription for blood pressure pills. 

When one finds oneself in that situation with a daughter 

who is supposed to have an all-wise and caring mother, 

it brings on a bit of a morbid recognition 

of who is most in touch with reality........



Well, I am sure there is some chemical reason

 for this total recall of sitting around on the sidewalk,

at the age of three,

 discussing which fruit is best

(the apple, the orange or the banana) 

with a couple of toddlers 

whose mother was having tea with my mum, 

and the utter and total  forgetfulness

 of what you had for breakast this morning!!!!!


If I were to research the subject 

I am sure I could tell you more, 

but I have grown quite bored with it all, 

and have forgotten why it would make an entertaining blog post, 

so I guess I will go and read a page or two

 of Alexander McCall Smith and his Peppermint Tea book, 

- pages that I will probably have to read over again

the next time I pick up the book...

And maybe I will pour myself

a thimbleful of apricot brandy

to comfort my memory.



Wednesday, January 01, 2020

Wednesday
New Year's Day, 2020

Today I put away the lovely trappings of Christmas,

 - the angels and the Santa Claus my sister made so many years ago. 

 All the baubles, the garlands 

and so many of the candles...

I rehung the pictures that I had taken down,

 to make way for Christmas wreaths, 

the ones with red bows and pine and holly.

When I was finished, 

and everything was packed away

 lovingly for another year

 I looked around 

and was taken in by the stillness of the rooms,

and their readiness for the New Year

 that has come upon us this day....

I start off each year with a birthday, 

and this year the number of birthdays behind me

I find quite startling, 

but tomorrow I am ready for a celebration of the 95th.

   Gosh, just typing that number

 makes me extremely grateful 

for the years it represents, 

and for all the blessings of living -

 a wonderful childhood, 

a blessed marriage,

and now good health and a fairly active mind to accompany me

into the ancient years. 

 As I would say in Church, thanks be to God!

I spent a few hours today sleying the Glimakra

 with a lovely green linen warp -

all shades of green and different dents, 

so that the resulting cloth will be a nice springlike runner for a side table,

 - or maybe a summer scarf. 

 There is a gorgeous skein of olive green silk 

waiting to be a weft from heaven, 

and it seems to me that it has finally found its destiny.

It appears that January will be a great month, 

- nothing desultory about it but lots of challenges.


the amaryllis in full bloom

it brightens these misty January days...

A Happy New Year to all!!!

Sunday, December 29, 2019

Sunday, December 29th, 2019

Well here I am, settled for the evening

and it's not quite seven o'clock.

The kitchen is clean

the coffee set for morning

and  Callie the cat has assumed her familiar

spot by my elbow, as I type,

where she can lick my wrist, when she is so attracted,

or put a paw out onto the back of my hand...

I have my hot cocolate with me.

It is in the big mug that my oldest son bought for me

in a breakfast spot, when I was travelling with them.

It says on the mug....

  "Age is Nothing but a State of Mind"

and on the other side it elaborates a little, stating that the writer

has no idea how old she/he is , - that nothing changes, - the

the past thirty years or so he/she has been masquerading as 

an adult, when in reality life is nothing but a state of mind,

and in that case it is best to stay lost in your happy bewilderment.


Well, that may be so, but in a few days

I will have a birthday (mid-nineties)

and THAT being the case I must pay attention

to my state of mind and keep it happy, happy, happy..

and somewhat contented!

Not hard to do with my wool and my weaving,

a little cotton and lots of silk......and most importantly

the constant and loving attention of our children.

To add to my delight, the amaryllis is in bloom.......


There were grandchildren here Christmas Eve....

and the New Year is about to enfold us....

bringing with it the opportunity for lots of

resolutions, plans, dreams

and hopefully sun shine and blue skies!!!

They will make up for the sweet melancholy

of New Year's Eve

which was so special for us......

And the kisses at midnight so tender,

And the friends so dear.

Still so, in my memories!

ah, I am off to listen to Hauser

and his passionate and heart tugging cello.

Sunday, December 22, 2019

Christmas
December 22nd, 2019

My eyes grow a little heavy

and I glance at the clock....

It is only six minutes after nine...

but then I have been up since 6.00 a.m.

and made some orange and cherry muffins to take to church

before I had my breakfast.

Callie is here beside me.

Every once in a while a paw reaches out,

touches my fingers enquiringly..

"when are we going to start the evening-go-to-bed routine???"

Soon, I say. It's been a long day!

We said goodbye to Advent.

Put all the violet paraphanalia away

until next year,  - at least until Lent,

and brought out the lovely white

hangings and parameters for Christmas.

A few battery candles on the window sills,

some garlands and ribbon to surround them.

the nativity figures at the altar

and two beautiful poinsettas at each side 

of the Communion rail.

We are ready for Christmas Eve!

Home for lunch and a little nap

before I ponder what there is still left to do

before the family comes for beef and oyster Stew

after the Christmas Eve Service.

The presents are all wrapped,



the towels and scarves woven





the baking done (will I need more shortbread??)

and letters and cards away in the mail.

The paper whites are starting to bloom,

the silver is polished,


and I have a little Christmas Tree in one corner,

along with the Christmas visitor

who sits in the corner all year long,  waiting.....



The ham, waiting to be baked...

and the stew, of course,which will simmer away in the oven

Christmas Eve day, while I am busy

with other things in other places.

I await Christmas. and the joys of family,

but suddenly I miss my Beloved, terribly,

and I am awash with memories of other Christmases,

when we were young, and the children were young.

And I am grateful to have had those wonderful, joyous days then

and the memory of them now!!

Whatever your time of life there is something

magical about the peace and stillness the days bring,

no matter what you must accomplish in the waking hours...

Is it the comfort of family, the satisfaction of giving and creation

that makes it such a glorious festival?

Love Christmas - every bit of it, - the memories and the NOW.

Merry, merry, merry merry merry - my Christmas wish to all!

And so to bed!


On second thought, as I rise in the morning....

If you are not in the mood for merriment

have a quiet and meditative Christmas.....

both good for the soul!

Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Awash in Christmas

December 10th, 2019

Ah yes, awash in Christmas, and loving it!!!

The shortbread, the lemon curd and the candied walnuts that all await our pleasure.



At one time Christmas would be augmented with fruit cake, plum pudding and mincemeat, but with 

the passage of time I have given up on these luxuries, at least the homemade ones, and if my heart 

truly desires some mince tarts or a wonderful rich fruit cake, I buy them at the Craft Faires that fill 

November's social calendar.

Time is getting short!!!


The tin of shortbread is bulging at the top and the lemon curd sits temptingly

in the fridge, - awaiting the making of the tarts.

My dear DIL brought me a Nanaimo Bar

(if you're not Canadian you probably are not familiar

with this wonderful chocolate/custard/shortbread concoction

but it is truly delicious and fills out the cookie tray nicely.

I turn from the task of baking

and tackle that-which-leaves-me-exhausted

The Wrapping of Parcels!!

Especially the ones that have to be mailed......

It is possible to stuff a pretty hand woven scarf

into a Christmas bag,or a pair of socks or some jewellry....



but the parcels that have to go through the postal system

must be sturdier,

and from an economic point of view have to be folded

and wrapped in a package, as small as possible.

I think that the Canadian Postal Department

are well versed in the art of

making money over Christmas parcels,

as often the postage far exceeds the value.of what is being sent!!!

Well, that's what I did this morning, and it put me in

a very unChristmasy mood, especially when I ran out of tape!!!

But it's done!  Parcels waiting beside the door,to be hauled off to the post office.!!!!!!

As an aside, two of these parcels are for the children (and

I use the word loosely) who live on the Meadow, up North.

One of them has just phoned and in passing let drop the information

that he was coming South for a dental appointment on the 17th.

Well, at least I hadn't mailed the parcels

and it will save me tons of money.

If I don't turn up here before the 25th

I wish you the happiest of Christmas Days..

and if you attend a Christmas Eve Service,

may it fill your spirit with joy and love

and wonder!!!!!




Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Thursday, October 31, 2019

Blue skies and sunshine

2019 - the 31st of October

One day this week

when the sun was shining and the sky was blue

and the trees still held a small vestige

of autumn colour,


the phone rang, and it was

Number Three Son calling to ask

if I was up to an afteroon drive down the valley!!



Of course, -

a most pleasant way to spend

an afternoon,

and in most welcome company...



I took the camera...

and include herewith

a couple of the pictures we took.



a scooped out stone amongst the sage brush and meadow grass


Autumn leaves, down by the border where we stopped to visit with a friend




mountain slopes



A cup of tea at the end of the drive

and another day of pleasure and satisfaction...

so glad that Charles and I decided

to have six lovely children

all of whom are so kind to me, 

and so great to be with!!!!