This and That

Thursday, January 17th, 2019

The sun shone yesterday and I was inspired to write a blog

but not so inspired that I ACTUALLY did it...

I was fiddling about, playing the piano (no violins or ukuleles involved)

with the front door wide open, to let in the sun,

when a delivery man arrived with a brown paper parcel, -

the 2018 edition of Daybyday

I must say a very thin volume,

only sixty-four pages

and some of them taken up with pictures!!

Between the book and the sun I was quite chuffed,

but then the sun, which skims the top of K Mountain

slid behind an outcropping at the top of the mountain,

and alas, the day dimmed.

It had been such a lovely change to have sunshine!!

We have been in the grip of an Inversion

for a few days -

pewter skies stretching right down

to the ankles of said K Mountain

When we first moved to this area of the country

we established (along with other veterans)

an orchard five or six miles to the south,

in sunny Cawston.

The valley is much wider there.

We lived at the foot of the mountain

and sometimes in the hot, hot summer

that boiling old sun stayed with us

until almost ten o'clock!!!!

However, on the whole it was as wonderful experience.

Perfect place to raise a family,

as our children will attest.

Further, to the west, the valley narrows.

The village of Keremeos is located there

along the Similkameen River

and under the watchful eye of

K Mountain.

We had this lovely feeling of superiority

(more sunshine in Cawston)

and although we felt pity for Keremeosites

we vowed we would never, never, never live there!!!

Shopping, yes, - but to live there!!!!!

Oh well, fate has a way of 

upsetting anybody's applecart, and living on an apple orchard

we were well equipped with applecarts!!!

When we first  moved to Keremeos we were on the outskirts.

We found a lovely piece of property.

Three acres - room for a spacious and beautiful garden,

and a meadow to rent out to horse enthusiasts.

Most importantly we were west of K Mountain.

We lived there for eighteeen years -

a wonderful home for us at that stage of the game.

Five bedrooms to house visiting grandchildren,

room for two looms and a pool table and fireplace

in the elevated basement.

Just heaven!!!

Eventually, as we got older and past the young retiree stage

we moved to a sweet home on a son's back pasture.

We started a new garden -

Charles nurtured some crooked willow cuttings

and planted a marvelous driveway

which provided privavy and shade.

But somehow fate had his finger upon us

and eventually, through the kindness of another dear son and DIL

here we are in Keremeos!!!

Nice home, - great garden - good neighbors,

and close to all necessities

Perfect place to be in those aging years

that limit one's mobility!

despite K mountain in the winter...

Soon the sun will be high enough to avoid all

the mountainous projections

and it will be sunshine all the way!!!!

It is snowing today..

first just a skiff, but now quite heavily.

K Mountain hides behind the cloud that covers her...

right down to the ankles!!!

I am putting in time trying to increase the weight

of the 2019 volume

of Daybyday

Journaling and Blogging

Saturday, January 12th, 2019

A few days ago I received a reminder from Blog2Print that it was getting time

 for me to push the necessary keys

 to allow them to print

 the diminished number of blogs I have written during the last year, 

and after a little consideration and review of the small offering 

I had for them I thought, 

what the heck - I have done it for the last ten years, 

(and I have enjoyed reading them, occasionally,

 stirring the ashes of my memory into a lovely warm spark) 

so why not continue!

The clouds rolled away and the sun shone in the window this afternoon. 

I had finished my "two bobbins a day" task on the Glimakra (loom) and threaded the LeClerc, 

and I was weary of bending over,

so I indulged myself, and Callie, 

who came to sit with me, and had a little nap!  

Well, that didn't last long, - the phone rang and nudged me from my indolence, 

and after I had attended to that 

I remembered my newly made resolution about reading

 and I looked askance at Chris Arthur's book of Essays that was lying on the table, 

and that I am re-reading (Irish Nocturnes - highly recommended).  

It seemed to require more earnest attention than I was prepared to give it

on this lazy Saturday afternoon, 

so I turned instead to one of the BlogtoPrint books on the shelf,

and prepared to lose myself  in sentimental reminiscence!!

The book I chose, randomly, covered the years 2009 and 2010, 

- that lovely time before I lived alone  

while Charles and I were still in the house on the hill 

and we could see up and down the valley as it stretched to the west and the southeast, 

- when I was still writing blogs for ABC Wednesday 

and Sky Watch Friday, 

and life was just so full of wonderful companionship.

As I read, those happy days swept me away into a lovely reverie,

 and I'm not sure if Gratitude at having lived them, 

or Regret that they were in the past, 

never to be experienced again, 

was the strongest emotion I felt. 

 But probably Gratitude!!!

This is a wonderful way to Journal.

Complete with pictures,

accounts of daily doings

and occasionally how you felt about things,

carefully expressed!!!

It behooves me to add another Resolution,

Blog more often in 2019....

even though life has changed

there is still so much to be aware of.

Epiphany, - the time of Light

Epiphany!

As I wandered back from the bathroom last night I paused by the window.

The sky was clear, and the stars were brilliant.

I thought about Epiphany..

The Festival of Light, - filled with hope and promise.

I had taken a digital part in the service

early in the morning, - - -

the morning of the Feast of the Epiphany,

when the Magi came with the light

from the East

and the wonders of the Holy Birth

were spread beyond 

that small community lit by the Star.

The service came from

the Washington National Cathedral,

with which I have become quite familiar,

and which I so appreciate and enjoy.

Each day we gain a little light,

and the New Year brings with it clarity

of thought and determination

to make our lives lighter;

filled with more integrity,

thoughts filled with hope,

and as many actions as we are capable of

to spread the light

amongst those who share our days.

On the inside cover of my Day Book

is a little reminder....

"Grace to those who make the 

journey with you"

and in the Anglican Journal which arrived in the mail today

a small prayer at Epiphany

God of pilgrims, teach us to recognize

your dwelling place in the love, generosity

and support of those with whom we share our journey,

and help us to worship you in our response

to those who need our care, for all the world

is your temple and every human heart is a sign

of your presence,....

or this......

1 Matthew 2:  Magi

We have seen his star in the east......

At the far edge of our science

we aren't looking so much at stars anymore

as at the older light

that was what the stars were before they were stars,

looking back over our shoulders,

one might say, at our own footprints,

our own cosmic path

across the unimaginably distant past,

tracing subtle electro-magnetic fluctuations,

the first whisper in the still tissue of space,

an infant's piercing cry,

a sound older even than the light

the pulse of energy that was, then, the whole universe.

from Ethics Daily

January 4th, 2019

Well, Christmas is just a lovely memory.  Only a dozen or so shortbreads left, - three mince tarts and a  basket of pastry shells for holding a delicious spoonful from  the little jar of lemon curd residing in the fridge.

I went to bed early on New Year's Eve so the lack of a tender New Year's kiss at midnight would  only be a dream.

New Year's Day lots of family around, and the day after was THE birthday (94th) about which I have written before.  It was a sweet affair with visitors and phone calls and Facebook messages.

As I have said, I share this birthday with a four year old great grandson, but the first ten days of January are awash with celebrations.  A grandson celebrates his birthday New Year's Eve.  His sister's  special day is today, on the fourth.  Two days hence her husband's......

On the 6th a grandson's dear wife, and on the 7th there will be celebrations on the meadow where my daughter-in-law lives.  Our youngest son lives there, too, and his birthday is on the 10th of January...then a little respite until the 22nd and 24th when two more granddaughters gain another year.

Is this fair - to have so many birthdays the month after Christmas?  Well, probably not, but it is reality, and it carries the family along joyously.

I am eager to get back to the looms, and this morning I finished the man's scarf which didn't make it in time for Christmas.  Yesterday I put away some of the Christmas decorations,  and today I washed the floor of the little dog's footprints, along with the salt that had been tracked in, and dusted, so things are somewhere near to getting back to normal.

I love it when the wreaths go up and the very small tree gets decorated, and when the very large tree in the front yard is alit with Christmas lights, but after the first week in January I am glad to have the simplicity of the normal and make plans for the rest of the winter.

One of my New Year's Resolutions (I haven't many) is to remedy the habit I have fallen into of neglecting the hours I used to spend reading, in favour of hours I now spend at the loom.  In accordance, after I had been out in the sunshine this afternoon, feeding the birds and restoring the compost with left-over Christmas stuff, I took from the shelf a book of essays by Chris Arthur.  One of my favourite genres, - this was his Irish Nocturnes.

An hour with his essay on linen and his great grandmother, and all the hands that laboured to produce the linen that graced the past.  He winds his memories and the history of linen around his great grandmother's linen 'carver'  (a carver is a small square of linen designed to be put at the head of the table where the meat is to be carved so that any spillage will result in just the carver being washed, instead of the whole tablecloth)  I thought about that, and about dinner with the family when each and everyone was gathered around the table, and the stories of the day were related to one another.  This is how it was in our family, and how it is when I dine with some of the children (in their sixties!) these days, but I think too often the hustle and bustle of every day life results in much more casual eating habits, and something is lost that binds families together.

I am determined that I will make time each day for reading.....there are so many opportunities.  One's own book shelves, the library, the Kindle, the book club. 

  Pray for me, for I am also so excited about the weaving thread 

(cotton, silks, and a blend of silk and wool) 

that is due to arrive next Tuesday!!!

Mornings for weaving - afternoons for reading, 

and in between I guess the dusting will get done!!!

Thank goodness I am in the habit of making the bed before I ever

 leave the bedroom in the mornings!!!

Christmas Eve Altar flowers

at St. John the Divine........

in memory of Charles

and placed there this year

by his eldest son...

with love....

The contemplative time - - -

Those days between Christmas and New Year's Eve when the world demands nothing from you, and you awaken deep in thought as to what the day will bring, - not knowing, just in anticipation.

I spent the whole of December preparing for Christmas.

Gifts, baking, decorating, letters to loved ones, peanut brittle and candied walnuts, and lemon curd, - always lemon curd.  Nothing gets left out, even though there is only me, the anticipated family visits and the voice of my loved one saying from the past "that's enough, enough - you are doing too much".

I know it, and the old familiar traditions are so ingrained in me I just go merrily along, with the result being a fridge full of goodies, boxes of shortbread, even after all I gave away, - and me, nibbling my way through the contemplative days, sifting through the book shelves, tidying up the wrapping papers and ribbons and boxes and bags, doing a little bit of weaving, reading old Journals and wondering what this next year will bring.
..
Christmas Eve began with a candle-light service and then Oyster Stew for all who could come.  I did a beef stew for those who could be here but couldn't abide Oysters (not properly brought up in the same tradition as my parents, and that of our children who learned to love them).

Here is a picture of great granddaughter Olivia, discussing with Kim the placement of the angel in the nativity scene.

The flowers on the altar in memory of Charles

And the little ones at their own small table for Christmas Dinner.

So I think about this coming year, which begins with my birthday, - mine and Jesse's, a dear  great grandchild.  He was born on my ninetieth birthday, and will be four on January 2nd.  Which means of course, that I will be ninety-four, and that continues to astound me.  I have been six years without my Beloved, and so the days go, on and on and on it seems.  I look back in my geneology and discover that there are others in bygone days who have lived well into this same decade, but it was beyond my expectations.  And I have to say I love every minute of it!!!

The one great hole is the loss of my dear one, but I have long conversations with him about various things, and I know what his answer would be to many of my questions or appeals for advice.....

Our dear children couldn't be more solicitous, helpful and loving so the hole is not as deep and dark as it could be!!!

And the little furry ones!

The days are not all contemplative, - some of them are full of plans.  Limited plans, - one's mobility does not approve of gallivanting around, but the looms are here, close by, and the making of cloth a great satisfaction and a wonderful way to fill my days.

So as I contemplate I also anticipate, and 2019 seems to offer many days of enjoyment and satisfaction.

I hope it is the same for you, and wish each and every one the happiest of New Years.

December 1, 2018

To welcome this beautiful month

I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember

We are nearer to spring
Than we were in September
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
Oliver Herford
......................

God gives us memory so we can have roses in December

Tomorrow I am going to make the Dundee Cake!!!!!

November 19th, 2018

The month passes...

It has turned out to be not so melancholy after all, - we have had some lovely sunny days.

Today our youngest son, good fellow that he is, cleaned out all the gutters 

while I peered out the window, now and then, 

hoping that the ladder, (which appeared rather rickety) 

was still keeping him up at his task!!  

We have had a few chilly nights, 

and he said one section of the gutter was full of ice and frozen leaves, 

and he was able to lift great sections out in one piece.

  Which hurried the job along!!!

I stayed in the house, - ----

dusted and mopped and cleaned the windows, 

a need that the sunshine was rather pointedly making obvious.

Feeling quite virtuous after all that polishing and shining

 I retired to the loom room and threw the shuttle for a while, 

extending the nice shetland wool scarf on the LeClerc at least another half a foot.
Or half way round the neck....

 Having finished the Christmas towels I am being hesitant 

about winding another warp right away 

- a few days to contemplate what comes next are somewhat inviting!

Some of the Christmas kitchen towels were just as I had hoped they would be, ---- 

some of them look bright and merry hanging on the hall railing,

 but a closer look reveals skipped stitches and uneven selveges, 

and I wonder if I tuck them in with some delicious Christmas shortbread 

the recipients will lay it all down to Great Grandma

 getting along into her nineties

 and accept the love as well as the imperfections!

Lots of hemming to do here..

And here is Bruce!!

telling me that it is time

for him to go out and romp abit

(amongst other things)

before bedtime.

Sweet dreams!

Gone aft aglae....

Tuesday, November 6th, 2018

This day didn't turn out anything like I had thought it would when I woke at six and immediately rose up to let Bruce out, - he not yet used to the clock being turned back one hour, so that when I get up, even at six, it is probably an hour past the time when he usually goes out and attends to morning ablutions and such!

This morning there was a small puddle of pee and a small brown pine cone like object , along with a small dog looking mournful and saying, 'sorry, sorry, sorry - I just couldn't wait!!!'

Well, that was unexpected - not on my list of things to do at all!  I must stay up later tonight.....

It does take these little ones a while to get used to daylight savings time - their little mental clock has nothing to do with the tick-tock that gets changed back and forth twice a year, and it seems quite reasonable to them to start expecting supper at four o'clock, which would normally be five.

Well, that taken care of, I had breakfast and a second cup of coffee with my daughter and son-in-law who share that early morning delight on the days she is not working.  Once the visit was done  and my  visitors had helped me put the beater and the reed back on the loom I had every intention of spending the morning, sleying the reed!!!!  Then I would be able to tie on and start weaving the Christmas towels, - all red, white and green!

In order to do that I was going to have to ignore the 11 0'clock ukulele practice at the Senior's Centre, - but alas, there was a telephone call reminding me of the importance of the practice because the 'choir' would be present to sing along and make our singing of 'Enjoy Yourself" and 'Buffalo Girls'   (etc) more hearty than it usually is.

So I looked unhappily at the reed which wasn't about to get sleyed, and went off with my uke, my music, and a grocery list to fill before I came home again...

I found a great parking spot where I was not going to have to back out, and as I descended the SUV my two youngest sons pulled in beside me, all smiles....

One of them on his way to Penticton, and the other prepared to come and do some garden work for me after shopping.  Well, that was lovely, but we had to have lunch first (lasagna (sp) which I picked up at the Deli) and a little visit over cookies and milk.

We talked a bit about him driving the car to Penticton so I could visit the Doctor and the Audiologist
(I don't drive to out of town any more - not that I am not able and capable, but too many children worrying and putting their collective feet down!!!!) I phoned, and made the appointments for next week, and eventually he went off to attend to leaves that had fallen and I gave a little thought to making some more cookies for the children at Remembrance Day.

My ego said that the ones I had already made had spent too much time in the oven and became quite crisp.  I know the kids who were to partake of cookies and cocoa would not object, but said ego wouldn't allow me to send second rate cookies with my name on the cookie tin!!!!  Heavens to Betsy!!!  At my age!!!!!

By the time the cookies were out of the oven (this time quite acceptable, - soft and smelling delicious -  there was little time left to sley the reed, but I did go into the loom room and managed to snag at least three inches (54 ends) through the reed.  At this point my back began to winge, reminding me that we hadn't had our usual little after lunch nap, so to appease the back I went and poured a little brandy and had a before supper drink while I watched the news!!

So much for sleying the reed!!!

That is on my list for tomorrow morning, when I promise myself I won't be distracted.

Right now Callie, the cat, is stretched out beside me and the PC and I think we will spend the rest of the evening watching Netflix, making sure that we stay up long enough that Bruce's bladder isn't put to the test before morning comes again!!!

Surely nothing else can come aft aglae!!!!

November

November 1st, 2018

Ah yes, November has arrived

...and true to its melancholy ways it comes into our lives on the dreariest of days.

Dark, damp, foggy and miserable - October has stolen away with her sunshine and bright blue skies, and the leaves that still cling to the trees try in vain to glow, but it would seem they have been dipped into the most shadowy of mordents  to sadden their brave colours.

So dull and dark are the November days

The lazy mist high up the evening curled,

And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze,

The place we occupy seems all the world.

John Clare - November.

So that is November!

This photo was taken six years ago, in the early days of November when I was making daily trips to the hospital as my beloved struggled in vain to live, and the memories it evokes do not lighten my spirit, or make me more accepting of November's funereal depicture.....

However, Time has a gracious way of softening life's realities, and memories and gratitude eventually

do teach us acceptance and the way to cope with day to day living.  So last night when the children came around for Halloween I remembered with gratitude the lovely Halloween nights when Charles and I used to dress up to greet them at the door, and the grandchildren came back later for cocoa and cookies, and it was good.

If we must endure November, looking back at happy times 

and looking forward to April brightens the days....

I haven't yet got the Christmas music out but the looms will soon be warped 

with Christmas towels and scarves.

That seems to make November bearable - even pleasurable! 

November comes

And November goes

With the last red berries

And the first white snows.

With night coming early

And dawn comig late,

And ice in the bucket

And frost by the gate.

The fires burn

And the kettles sing,

And earth sinks to rest

Until next Spring.

Elizabeth Coatsworth

Friday, October 26th, 2018

Dates, Dates and more Dates!

I have my Fannie Farmer Cookbook out tonight, - Callie peers over my shoulder as I search the index for "date" recipes...

Not my favourite cooking ingredient, but I find myself with ten cups of dates lurking in my cupboard,  and I must do something with them, - something besides date squares which I would always pass over if there was some other goodie available.....

These dates arrived with an equal amount of raisins and unsalted peanuts, part of the 'loot' that was passed around the community when the summer fire fighters (whose main operational and dining room was here in Keremeos) all went home and left the cupboards bulging with supplies......

Peanuts and raisins are no problem, but what shall I do with all those dates!!

I remember the date loaves my mother used to make, and cannot truthfully say they appealed to me, but perhaps a loaf or two in the church freezer could be passed around at coffee time after meetings or services....

Fannie Farmer gives instructions for honey date and nut bars, stuffed dates and muffins.  I am drawn to look up the recipe for lebkuchen (page 566) .  Dense and moist, says the introduction to the actual recipe ---- good for a picnic sweet.  We shall see!!  (This, by the way, is not to be confused with the classic German Gingerbread type of Lebkuchen)

The recipe calls for the grated rind and juice of one lemon and two oranges, to which you add one pound of pitted dates, cut small, and let it marinate for one hour.

In the meantime you beat four eggs until light, add one pound of dark brown sugar, two cups of flour, one quarter teaspoon of salt, one teaspoon of instant coffee, two teaspoons of baking powder and two teaspoons of cinnamon.  Beat until well blended!!

All of this sounds fairly exotic, and makes me think of palm trees and the sheiks ladies.

However......

To continue, it is time to add one cup of walnuts to the marinating dates, and to stir them into the egg/sugar/flour mixture....which should then be spread in a 12 x 15 inch pan and baked for thirty minutes.

When cool mix up a nice icing using three tablespoons of orange juice, one teaspoon of melted butter, and a cup or more of confectioners sugar.  This you spread on to the lebkuchen, which you cut it into one and one half inch squares, and pop it into the picnic basket, I guess.

Well, it sounds better than that heavy date loaf

If by chance I should try it (if I am not able to distribute this ten cups of dates among my friends who love dates) - well, if by chance I should try to make lebkuchen, I will let you know the outcome....

This is a lovely opportunity to listen to the Sheik of Araby with the Ukulele, - I'm sure there is some connection to dates -great music, at least, for all us ukulele players!!

This is the 15th day of October, 2018

Half way through the month and I have been looking at some of the wonderful October pictures on my son's camera....pictures he has taken as he and our youngest son do maintenance on the various internet stations located on the tops of mountains that surround the Similkameen Valley.  

I can remember another fall when Charles and I exclaimed in delight as we drove the back roads.  

All autumns are beautiful, but some are simply spectacular!!!!!

In a box of unsorted photos I came across an old picure of me as a child

and some wonderful old pictures of my grandmother

as well as a group of relatives on Robert John's porch
(my great grandfather)

but when I opened this box of old pictures I found
the greatest treasure of all....

My Auntie Hildred's Autograph Albums!

Is anybody besides me old enough to remember Autograph Albums?

They were all the fad....

you got your nearest and dearest to write little verses
in them
and even a casual acquaintance!

And everyone was prepared with kind and sweet words
of wisdom, if they were so moved...
or some wrote humorous ditties.....

My Aunt Hildred was my father's sister,
and it was their father who first initiated the name "Hildred"
 into the family

My great-aunt Min wrote a verse I would have been pleased to get...

Let us weave into the warp of our lives here below
Beautiful threads as white as snow,
That when the last shuttle through the warp has run
The great "Mystic Weaver" shall say "Well Done"

At work my Aunt was affectionately known as "Tommy"
as her family name was Thompson

some wag with the initial H.H.
wrote this...

Dear Tommy

They walked the lane in silence,
The sky was studded with stars,
They reached the gate together,
And for her he lifted the bars.
But this day is long since over,
There's nothing between them now
For he was just the hired man
And she, the old Jersey cow.

In August of 1925 R. Irving of Calgary wrote...

"Lo! As the wind is,
So is mortal life,
A moan, a sigh, a sob,
a storm, a strife"

But Mrs. van Calat had a much less melancholy verse about same wind
and the responsibility for our mortal life!!!!!

One ship sails east,
and another sails west,
With the selfsame winds that blow.
'Tis the set of the sail,
And not the gale,
Which determines the way you go.

On January 19th 1931, my Aunt's very best friend wrote this...

Does anyone know, does anyone care
Where you go or how you fare?
Whether you laugh, or whether you sigh
Whether you smile or whether you cry?
Glad when you're happy, sad when your blue -
Does anyone care what becomes of you?
I do, old pal, I'll say I do!

ever your friend - Eileen

"Tommy" never married, although my mother knitted her a beautiful pink
negligee for her trouseau
(alas, her finacee turned out to be a bounder)

but her lifelong friend who adored her wrote...

"Dear Thomasino -  I love you truly, truly Dear"

She didn't marry, but she was so loved by all her family, -
her neices and nephews especially.

On July 10th, 1933, when I was pretty young, I wrote..

Dear Auntie Hildred
May your voyage through life
be as happy and free,
As the dancing waves
On the bright blue sea.

and her Mother's words...

In the book of life God's album
may your name be penned with care
And may all who here have written,
write their names forever there.

and my Mother's words
(she who loved her like a sister.)

Dear Hildred
Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet and blossom in the dust

Love - Dolly

So many dear verses of love and caring
but this one I found particularly appropriate!

July 2/33

Dear Tommy
I will not wish you riches
or a flow of greatness,
But that wherever you go
Some weary heart may gladden
at your smile,
Some weary heart know sunshine for awhile
And so your years shall be
a track of light
Like angel footsteps passing
thru' the night.

I think this wish defines her life...
she was truly and dearly loved.

I shall pass these precious albums on,
in the hopes that they will be as treasured
as they are now.

One Hundred Years Gone By.....

October 11th, 1918

The second Battle for Cambrai

Canadian Troops along the road to Cambrai

On the morning of October 11th, 1918 Canadian troops were advancing north-east of CAMBRAI, preparing to resume their clean-up of the siuation at  Iwuy, and in conformity with these plans the 31st Battalion would soon reach Hordain, there to establish a screen of outposts to protect the left flank of the Division

Promply at 9:00 a.m. the Brigade began to move.

"No sooner had the advance commenced, however, than German artillery observers, watching the lines of infantry as they moved forward, signaled to their batteries, and within a few minutes a devastating barrage had been brought down upon the Canadian formation".

For a time hell was loose among the men of Alberta - as they fell the shells detonated off the trees that covered the Battalions assembly area, and the wounds caused by the flying shell splinters were terrible. *

"....the deafening crash of bursting shells, the rending of riven timber and the continual stammer of the machine guns combined in an inferno of din sufficient to strike terror in the heart of the bravest".

The Battle for Cambrai continued through the day and that evening word was received that the 31st Battalion would be relieved during the night, and thus ended the part played by this particular Battalion in the advance of the Canadian Corps upon Cambrai. (information from 'A History of the 31st Battalion')

*My twenty year old father, a member of the Canadian Expeditionary Force, fell victim in the early hours of the battle to the barrage which resulted in the flying shell splinters and a fracture of his right forearm.

In the dreadful confusion of battle it was some time before he reached the Field Hospital, and the wound there was described in his medical records as "very dirty"...."urgent".

In the end an Osteo infection set in, and he spent over a year in hospitals in France, in England, in eastern Canada and finally in the Col. Belcher hospital in Calgary, his home town.

After this lengthy recuperation he was declared fit and discharged on the 19th of December, 1919 and was able to resume a fairly athletic civilian life.

He met my mother, - a nice romance!!

They married, moved to Edmonton and for twenty some years

enjoyed good health and dear friends... a bit of tennis and hockey,
lots of bridge, and a firm foundation in the Anglican Church..

Alas, the Osteo infection which had lain dormant in my father's body

for so many years

came to life, and laid him low for the next two years.

He eventually recovered, but the infection had left him 

with  a stiff leg, and he required a cane,

not to swing and be debonair

but just for perambulation!!

My cousin, at that time, was a member of the Medical Corps

in the Canadian Army

and on behalf of my father he set the wheels in motion for a pension

and was eventually successful.

My father received a cheque for seven dollars and some cents
monthly...

from that time until his death.

Ah well, life is such a mixture of happiness and disaster.

I write this on the 100th anniversary of 

the Battle for Cambrai

and the 100th anniversary of my father's wounding.

I write it in remembrance

so that he will remain alive in the memories

of his grandchildren

and his great-grandchildren,

and perhaps even beyond that!

He was a sweet and gentle man

A wheelbarrow full of compost and two naked looms...

Wednesday, October 10th, 2018

I am so pleased with what I have accomplished in the last few days!!

It is not always so, - sometimes I feel my age and aching bones and spend an afternoon napping and reading. (I should say reading and napping, - that is the sequence!)

But both my floor looms were warped and Sunday I finished a lovely blue, soft, Jagger scarf, - cut it off the Glimakra and after snipping the ends and fixing the errors doused it in the magic of water where all the sweet bits of wool reached out to cling to each other and came out looking like this....

Another Christmas present to keep a loved one cosy....

The wee bit of warp that was left

looks like this......

A nice little cover for a small tabletop

and fun to try a new pattern.

Flushed with success, yesterday I spent the afternoon finishing weaving

a Collapsable Scarf,

and in the evening I dipped it in the magical water

(hot-ish, and with a bit of soap)

After fifteen minutes agitation

the plain, loosely woven warp, striped with deep blue Jagger wool

and pale blue silk.

morphed into this delightful ruffled scarf!

Oh wow!  Magical indeed....

Today I plan to replant bulbs in the wonderful rich compost

our youngest son retrieved for me,

out of the compost bin I so religiously tend.....

Life is good!!!!

 Tomorrow I will wind warp...

October still --- and again

October 4th, 2018

O hushed October morning mild,

Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;

Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild

Should waste them all.

The crows above the forest call;

Tomorrow they may form and go.

tklemp

O hushed October morning mild,

Begin the hours of this day slow.

Make the day seem to us less brief.

Hearts not averse to being beguiled,

Beguile us in the way you know.

Release one leaf at break of day;

At noon release another leaf;

One from our trees, one far away,

Retard the sun with gentle mist;

Enchant the land with amethyst.

Slow, slow!

For the grapes sake, if they were all,

Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,

Whose clustered fruit must else be lost --

For the grapes'  sake along the wall.

October, by Robert Frost