Wednesday 7 December 2011

CBC Radio

 When I was young, we didn’t travel much or have a lot of occasion for long drives in the car but when we did, unlike today where kids have the rule of the family, Dad chose the radio station.  We did not have it as easy as the kids today; we could not just put in our ear buds and listen to our IPod.  No, we had to endure whatever it was he chose.  He always chose CBC Radio and I thought it was torture!  I do remember one segment I liked called “Now You Know the REST of the Story”; but besides that……arghhh! 

So, the other day, I got into my van to drive somewhere and it was on whatever station my daughter had left it on last time she drove it.  I decided that I really should listen to some of the music to get a bit more up to date on what the “in” music is.  Well, it was fine but about 1 ½ songs into it I got bored.  What did I do??  I turned it to my favorite radio station ……..CBC radio and am I ever glad I did.  If I had not, I would not have heard this amazing story about Olga Kotelko, otherwise known as The Incredible Flying Nonagenarian. 

Olga is a 93 year old woman who lives in West Vancouver.  As a young mother, she fled from an abusive husband in Saskatchewan and moved to BC.  Here in Burnaby she raised her children while teaching school for 30 years.  When she was forced to retire at 65, she was still full of energy and vigor and to fill her time she volunteered and played slow-pitch.  At age 77, a friend suggested that she try track and field.  She has never looked back.  Today, 16 years later, she has won 650 gold medals and enjoys the physical prowess of about a 65 year old.  She says she has the same energy she had at age 50. 

Olga is so remarkable in her aging, or lack there-of, that they are doing extensive studies on her at the McGill University Kinesiology department and finding incredible things about her muscle fibers and neurons. 

She is a remarkable woman and my CBC Radio is a remarkable station!


Wednesday 19 October 2011

Walking to Work and Loving my Life

Now that we have a daughter who drives and because she has so many things to do, people to see and places to go, I find myself on my work days often saying "I'll leave the van for you and Dad can drop me at the Seabus."  This gives me the opportunity to hop on the floating bus, scoot across Burrard Inlet, catch one leg of the Skytrain and then walk the 8 blocks to St. Paul's Hospital where I work. 

As I walk down Burrard Street, I can't believe how different I feel.  It catches me by surprise every time.  I actually feel like a different person; a career woman, living in the large, metropolitan city of Vancouver; walking to my job amongst all these businessmen and women; all strangers in a sea of faces.  I imagine living in a nearby highrise, buying just what I need each day at the corner grocery store to cook a fresh, elegant dinner each night.  It all seems so simple and serene.

It's a far stretch from my usual drive to work in my stickman decaled minivan smelling wafts of stale hockey gear while thinking about how quickly I need to get home after work that night.  A far cry from the 15 minute Costco meal I'm planning to "make" when I get home before scurrying off to some arena in the far reaches of the Lower Mainland.  It's a completely different life that I imagine on that short walk and it's kind of fun to just imagine.  The best part though, is how it makes me realize and appreciate that despite the not so simple and not so serene life I lead, I love my life!

Friday 16 September 2011

My Shrinking Nest

Well, I'm still the mother bird, but sadly, my nest is shrinking.  The eggs I protected for so long are now out flying on their own.  One of the three has gone from the nest and one is soon to go.  My little birds come home for food but no longer do they need me to chew and regurgitate it for them.  I keep the nest warm but they rarely notice.  They don't really need me anymore, here at the nest.  They fly off; they fly home.  No longer do they need my assistance with their flight path........they choose their own.  We seldom fly together anymore and when we do I must be careful not to clip their wings; careful not to disrupt their flight as they soar through the air.  This is my journey as my nest empties.  I hope my feathers will insulate me from the cold of the air in my nest.  I hope as my feathers are ruffled by the draft that I will once again use them to take flight, to head out on my own, to explore the new horizons of my future.  This I believe is what the wise old owl would tell me to do. 

Sunday 31 July 2011

Our Beautiful Country

Well I've travelled to quite a few places but until our recent 2 week vacation to Eastern Canada, I really had not seen a lot of my own country and although I knew it already, I can now really say what a beautiful and diverse country Canada is! The only provinces or territories that I have now not been to are Newfoundland, Manitoba and Nunavut.  Although, on this trip we really only touched 1 little corner of New Brunswick and only saw Ottawa in Ontario.

Nova Scotia is scenic and historic, PEI is quaint and picturesque and Quebec is unique and interesting. I really enjoyed learning all the Canadian history (that I should have known already and probably learned in school but had definitely forgot) about the Acadians and Brits and Confederation and all that jazz. It really was quite a tumultuous past leading to the forming of our great country and although we definitely have our political problems even today, I'm very proud to be Canadian and think we live in a pretty great country. 

I loved Peggy’s Cove and Lunenburg and all the other pretty little fishing villages along the south coast of Nova Scotia, west of Halifax.  We then headed north to the Annapolis Valley which is very pretty and full of history.  Port Royal is the site of the first permanent European settlement north of Florida.  It was founded by Pierre Dugua, Sieur de Mons and Samuel de Champlain in 1605.  Today there is a reconstruction of the Fort at the actual site and it is considered the most important historical site in Canada.  From here we headed east along the northern coast of NS and although the kids did not want to see yet another museum or “historical point of interest”, I insisted on stopping at Grand Pre National Historical Site which is now administered by Parks Canada to commemorate the Acadian people and their deportation in 1755. 

As we continued along the Annapolis coast, we stumbled upon one of the highlights of our trip.
Burncoat Head Park marks the site of the Highest Recorded Tide in the world and it was amazing!  We were there at low tide and got to see the empty ocean floor and walk around an entire island that would be surrounded by water in another 6 hours.  Twice every day the Bay of Fundy fills and empties its 100 billion tons of water creating the world’s highest tides.  This is more water than all of the world’s freshwater rivers combined! 

Our trip continued on to Cape Breton in anticipation of the beautiful Cabot Trail.  Our one night stay in Baddeck took us to the Alexander Graham Bell Museum.  Now, I had long before promised the kids we would not go to any more museums but this was the exception and it did not disappoint.  Not only did this great scientist invent the telephone which I don’t have to tell you revolutionized the entire communication world but he also made huge contributions to the field of aeronautics and did immeasurable work that benefitted the deaf.  He even taught Helen Keller who went on to dedicate her autobiography to him.  

Finally we came to the Cabot Trail, considered one of the world’s most scenic destination areas.  As we headed out it was very foggy but to our pleasant surprise, it lifted and we had a beautiful scenic drive  and yes, it was wonderful but I must say, our “Sea to Sky” drive on the west coast is definitely a contender.  The highlight here was our hike on the “Skyline Trail” a popular 9km hike ending where the dramatic headland cliff overlooks the rugged coast.  Very beautiful! 

Our last stop in Nova Scotia was Louisbourg, home of the Fortress of Louisbourg, the largest reconstructed 18th century town in North America.  The French came here in 1713 and built this fortifications only to have it destroyed by the British in 1760.  A common theme throughout the area.  This place was fun and interesting as it is staffed with people in period costume who speak to you only in character and you can experience life as it happened in 1744.  Coming through the gates you tried to be quiet or speak French as they examined the crowd in jest looking for English spies.  When we spoke to one of the young maids in the Governor’s home she told how she was making money to help with her dowry since her parents aren’t that well off.  In the town square we witnessed the local townspeople shout insults at a man in shackles.  He had committed a crime and his punishment was one hour of this public humiliation.  There were even restaurants where you could have food and beverage based on 18th century tradition and recipes. Soldiers were given a six-pound loaf of heavy bread made from stone-ground whole wheat and rye flour and this was their 1 week ration along with some salt meat.  We bought some bread at the King’s Bakery and as you may have guessed, it was not that tasty.  This was before the days of yeast and they used something similar to sour dough to make it rise.  All around the village there were young children playing also in period costume.  We found out later from our Bed and Breakfast host that this is a summer camp they run for kids where they get to come there for 5 days and have this unique experience.   

Next destination was Prince Edward Island, formally known as St. John’s Island before it was renamed in 1799.  Thank goodness or how would I ever keep it all straight with Saint John, New Brunswick and St. John’s, Newfoundland!  We got there by ferry crossing the Northumberland Strait.  This is a 75 minute crossing from Caribou, NS to Wood Islands, PEI.  Our first night was spent in Charlottetown where we drove through the quaint downtown area and past some historical buildings. For fear of backlash from our children, the only “museum” or “historical place of interest” (which by now had become dirty words) that we visited here was the Founder’s Hall.  This was a state-of-the-art multimedia presentation which transported you back to 1864 to relive Canada’s history surrounding Confederation.   

The next day’s highlight was golf at the Crowbush Cove Links golf course, recognized by Golf Digest as Canada’s Best New Course in 1994 and the 8th best golf course in Canada in 2008 (our own Capilano Golf and Country Club in W. Van is #7)  Here Terry and Blake enjoyed a round of golf on undulating fairways overlooking the north shore dunes.  Meanwhile, Lisa and I enjoyed those very same dunes at Greenwich National Park during a hike on extensive trails and boardwalks leading to the beach across this unique protected marshland.  The fragile coastal dune system consists of wetland and unusually large and mobile parabolic dunes with counter ridges called “Gegenwalle”.  This whole phenomenon and ecosystem is very rare in North America.  

 Eventually we drove through Cavendish, the famed area of Anne of Green Gables.  The actual sites were closed by the time we drove through and we weren’t actually interested enough to go back the next day during museum hours.  It is astounding though how this novel written in 1908 put PEI on the map and became so popular with tourists from all over the world, especially Japan. 

Our second and last night on PEI was spent in Miscouche at the Prince County Bed and Breakfast.  It was a beautifully decorated Heritage home and the food and hospitality was wonderful.  We learned that that the man running it,  had lived in Lloydminster, Alberta during the same time we lived there.  Of course we didn’t know him but it was quite a coincidence. After doing some biking and visiting beaches on our last day on PEI, we exited the island across the Confederation Bridge; 8 miles long and considered Canada’s top engineering achievement of the 20th century.  We drove through the tip of NB and back to Halifax, NS to return our rental car and hop on the train the next morning for the second leg of our family holiday. 

We headed west from Halifax on an overnight train to Quebec City.  Enroute, at about 2am, we dropped Lisa off at her destination, Trois Pistoles.  Here she is going to French Immersion School put on by the University of Western Ontario.  This 5 week program attracts participants from Canada, the US, Latin America and other parts of the world.  They experience a complete immersion environment and not only learn French, but live the language and culture as well. 

Terry, Blake and I continued on to Quebec City where we stayed 2 nights at the beautiful Le Chateau Frontenac in Old Quebec and enjoyed the beautiful area there.  The European style streets and bistros actually made you feel like you were in a foreign country.  We then visited the Citadelle where we saw the Royal Goat and the Changing of the Guards.  More history but Blake was being a good sport.

Hopping back on the train we headed to Montreal where we saw Cirque de Soleil’s newest show “Totem” and it was fantastic.  We peddled around the city on BIXI bikes which are part of their public transit system and we enjoyed some time on the island of  “Ile Sainte-Helene”, home of Expo 1967.  Blake enjoyed the poutine here and we all marveled at the wonderful crepes.

Last stop of our vacation was Ottawa where we toured the Parliament Buildings.  We saw the House of Commons, the Senate and the very, very beautiful Library.  The grounds around the buildings are meticulously manicured with countless statues commemorating the many important people in our Canadian History.  My favorite was the “Fabulous Five” which is a circle of 5 statues dedicated to the 5 women who in 1929 fought for the recognition of women as persons under the British North America Act.  I’m ashamed to say that I hadn’t actually heard of these five important women so I will mention their names here; Emily Murphy, Henrietta Muir Edwards, Louise McKinney, Irene Parlby and Nellie McClung.  They all went on to make huge contributions to Canadian culture and society.

Our last but not least activity was just before we headed to the airport to fly home.  We hunted down the little motor bike repair shop in Gatineau that rented Segways and went and had a cruising good time motoring around on these two-wheeled, electric vehicles.  It was the moment Blake had waited for since our opportunity had fallen through in Montreal.  We had a great time, first weaving through traffic cones in the parking lot and then heading out into the streets.  If you ever get a chance to try out a Segway, don’t pass it up.  They are a fun time!

So, that’s our vacation, not in a nutshell, but in 2000 words or less.  Sorry this is such a long Blog but I just didn’t know what to leave out.

Thursday 16 June 2011

What a disgrace!

Well, our Canucks had a great run.  Despite their 4 - 0 loss to Boston, you can't take away the accomplishment of getting to Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final.  It was a fun ride and the Vancouver fans have celebrated through every series.  It let us relive some of the excitement we enjoyed during the 2010 Olympic Games.  It really was a blast and it was an enjoyable atmosphere right until the end.

It is so unfortunate that a few "bad apples" spoil the whole party for everyone.  With the city of Vancouver generously providing Big Screens and safely blocking of Party Streets for us to enjoy the atmosphere, it is such a disgrace that some people have to behave so badly.  These are not the true Canucks Fans.  These are just a small minority of people who have no regard for authority or property.  I suspect many of the vandals who broke windows, burned up cars and louted businesses, were some of the same people doing the same things briefly when they tried to spoil our Olympic spirit just over a year ago.

Last night as I watched the news I felt so ashamed for Vancouver.  So embarrassed for our beautiful city.  But as I've had time to think about it, I am still very proud of our city and the people in it and realize that this was such a small representation of us.  I was told (probably very unofficial numbers) that there were about 150,000 people downtown and that it was about 250 people causing all the trouble.  That is a very small percentage and should not reflect on us as a society.  I think what does reflect on us though, is how we have handicapped our police force.  They come under such scrutiny for everything they do that it appeared that they were really holding back on any use of force to subdue these idiots.  I would have personally applauded the police if they had used more force, sooner, on these belligerent people who would not leave the area in an attempt to prevent some of the damage that then occurred.

With today's technology and all the the picture taking that was going on, I really hope that the people responsible are exposed and charged accordingly.  There really is no excuse for such disgraceful behavior

Monday 23 May 2011

Long Weekends are Short

I often say "that's not one of my strengths........oh wait, I don't have a strength".  But realistically, I am very good at something and that something is procrastination!  Take this long weekend for instance; in a semi-attempt to get my house presentable after being away for 4 days last weekend, I set out Friday to clean my house in hopes that I could just relax and enjoy the long weekend without having to do any "work" around the house.  Well, I got it mostly done but left a few things that I thought I would do at some point.  Here I sit Monday of the long weekend and there it sits........the few little things I "left to do later".

Things I don't procrastinate: hiking with friends, drinking coffee, lounging at the computer, online scrabble......definitely not scrabble.

To all those procrastinators out there-------enjoy the last day of your short Long Weekend.  Those chores can always be done "later".

Wednesday 27 April 2011

My First Blog

Well, here it goes; my first ever blog.  Not sure why I'm blogging but seems like the thing to do these days.  I think the first person I ever saw blog was my cousin's daughter, Kim; seemed cool as she's a great writer and has a lot of fiesty opinions on many topics.  Next came my daughter, Lisa, and it seems she's got the gift as well.  Again, many great themes and a way with words.   Finally, the last person to join in was my sister, Louise.  She's only had a few so far but I love reading these peoples' blogs.

So, my initial idea for my first blog was prompted by this past Easter weekend.  You see, I had a fantastic time with my sister who was visiting from Alberta.  We just do not live close enough or see each other enough.  We did our best to make up for lost time with this visit.  We did as many activities as we could in our 5 1/2 short days.  What a great time we had!

We snowshoed and hiked, shopped and baked, went to a play, dined out, visited relatives and friends and thoroughly enjoyed eachother's company.  There's nothing better than a sister!  So to all you sisters out there, take some time, do something special with your sister and celebrate the special bond that you share.

Thanks for the Easter visit Louise!  Hopefully we can spend some more time together this summer at Mirror Lake.