Maplefest, Buckhorn, Ontario

On the 24th of March, my husband and I accompanied our daughter and son-in-law and their two daughters to Maplefest that's held near Buckhorn each year. The location was the McLean Berry Farm. It's a bit of a drive but the girls entertained themselves pretty well on the way.

1521905278193.jpgWhen we arrived at the farm, we saw the horse pulling a wagon. We'll get a ride in too, though Dave says it's not very far. Still it's kind of neat.

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Big round bales for the children to climb on while waiting for a ride. And someone taking a picture.

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You can get your picture taken in this scene.

IMG_20180324_1147370.jpgWatching their Mom and Dad saw a piece off a log

1521906982363.jpg Then we can get a brand on the cut-off piece. I needed one of these for promoting Harry's Trees. Perfect. It's a maple leaf. So fitting.

1521906708632.jpg And another photo opp

IMG_20180324_1123581.jpg The ladies in the maple sugar tent, showing us and telling us how it's done. We got to taste pure maple sugar taffy, then Dave got some floss to try out too. Thanks, Dave.

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It was too cold to tap maple syrup that day, in fact very chilly, but it didn't dampen spirits for the rest of the activities.

IMG_20180324_1156307.jpg We heard a quick talk on the evaporator to see where they boil down the sap

IMG_20180324_1202308.jpg Picture opportunity of our family

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And the horses get to have a much needed break. Food time and rest for them over the noon hour. The next visitors got the tractor and wagon for their ride. Still pretty neat for a city family or anyone.

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And the video of the wood cutting. Click on it and watch how it's done.

We were glad to get back in the van and warm up a bit on the way to the Grandview Resort. We checked out their trailer, had some lunch that we'd packed, then set off for the trip home. It was a full day, but a good one.

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Special Olympics Summer Games

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Photo by Vernon Oickle

On March 5th Vernon Oickle wrote an article for the South Shore Breaker titled:

Nine athletes from Lunenburg-Queens chosen to compete at Special Olympics Summer Games

When Special Olympians from all across the country gather in Antigonish from July 31 to Aug. 4 for the 2018 Canada Summer Games, nine athletes from the Lunenburg-Queens region will be there to compete.

I was delighted that Sandra MacNeil posted the link to her Facebook page. She's proud of her sister Jennifer (back row, second from the right) who has qualified to represent Lunenburg Queens for another event. Jenn's parents have been involved with Special Olympics too, her father, John McIntosh, on mission staff, and her mother, Maryann, a coach for the female athletes.

The Special Olympics Canada Summer Games is a national sporting event for competitive athletes with intellectual disabilities. Each athlete must qualify at the local and provincial level before coming to the National Games.

Nine sports will be represented by the team: athletics, basketball, bocce, golf, rhythmic gymnastics, powerlifting, soccer, softball and swimming.
"Jennifer has been involved since the fall of 1996," writes her father. "Her biggest gains from being involved would be her confidence level in herself and her interaction with fellow athletes. Meeting many new people and being able to attend games around Nova Scotia and Canada. She also has won a number of medals both provinally and nationally."
I've known Jenn too, and I'm also proud of her. I see the positive changes in her bearing and her excitement.
Special Olympics teams must raise their own funds to go away to events. Whenever you see a request for assistance, please consider offering a donation or supporting them in some way in their fundraising. Being a part of these olympics has been good for Jenn, and for the other athletes too.
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World Storytelling Day concert

World Storytelling Day is a world wide celebration of storytelling. It's website says this:

World Storytelling Day is celebrated every year on March equinox and the following week. This year it starts on Tuesday March 20.The idea is to have as many people as possible tell and listen to stories in as many languages and at as many places as possible.

Stories can be told around the kitchen table, in a public place, or anywhere that people gather. With the resurgence in interest of storytelling, guilds have formed to practise the art of storytelling. It's true that some people are natural storytellers, yet when gathered in a group, like in any speakers' organizations, members learn their strengths and improve their way of telling.

This year again, the Baden Storytellers' Guild, of which I am a member, hosted a concert at the Button Factory in Waterloo, Ontario. To the member tellers was added Paul Caulfield, husband of one of our members. He's told stories about Canadians and also played his guitar at a number of Stories Aloud nights that we host from September to June each year.

The tales began with Lazy Jack, a folktale from England (told by Derek Brisland), followed by French Canadian folktales, Tante O'dette's Oven (Judy Caulfield), The Speckled Hen (John Wesselson) and Jean Labadie's Big Black Dog ( Mary McCullum Baldasaro). Those stories were followed by another English folktale, The Wise People of Gotham (Brenda Byers) and 7 Tales of Hodja (by Gwen McCutcheon and Kait Taylor). The evening wrapped with an Italian folktale titled Campriano, told by Barb Vollick.

It was an enjoyable evening, sprinkled with much good humour and laughter. Thank you, storytellers.

Thanks to Gail Schenk for the riddles posted around the room, adding another touch of whimsy to a delightful evening.

IMG_20180324_2212352.jpgPerformers: Paul Caulfield, Gwen McCutcheon, Mary Baldasaro, Kait Taylor, Barb Vollick, Derek Brisland, John Wesselson, Judy Caulfield, and Brenda Byers


Making Memories

On Friday my husband and I attended a funeral for someone from our home community. When Harry was a young man he joined the Junior Farmers' organization in Oxford County. My father, also named Harry, was a member. And that is where Harry met the young woman, named Nina, who would become his wife. Mom and Nina became friends and Dad and Harry got along well, with similar interests in farming and music.

The two couples built a strong friendship as young adults and I remember our family spending time with them. They came to our house for visits and we went there. We went to school with their children, Ricky and Judy, and I remember giggling upstairs in a bedroom in their home when we were meant to be sleeping so that our parents could have a game of cards and a good visit. Perhaps we did fall asleep after awhile.

image1(2).jpeg In our one-room school house with our friends, including Judy (in third row) and Ricky (front row).

They moved off the farm before their next child, Kim, started school and went to the city. We didn't have as much connection with them for a number of years, and after their son, Ricky, died from a short illness, it seemed our connections grew thinner. We were busy on the farm in growing season and they were building a new life with work and social life and raising their children. We didn't forget them, but visits didn't happen. I suspect costs of long distance telephone calls might also have had something to do with it.

Years later another mutual friend and cousin connected their daughter, Judy, with me. We've become reconnected, reacquainted and the years between us do not matter anymore. We have a strong friendship. Though we didn't have much connection through those years, it's like we picked up where we were at the time and went on from there. We've visited at their cottage in Southampton, both indoors and out on the lakefront.

DSCF2757.JPGreconnecting with Nina at their cottage in Southampton

Today we celebrated Harry's life in a community of family and friends at his service. It was celebrated in words, music and photos with a chaplain from Winston Park. Among their slide show photos with family and extended family was a picture of Harry, Nina with my parents.

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It got me to thinking of the memories we make every day with friends and family. We have photos to record many of those times, and we also have memories of gatherings with warm memories along with times that weren't so comfortable. Ones that have been difficult and painful but where we still had the love of our family and friends to keep us going. And our friendship with Harry, Nina and their family never really ended, but sat there waiting for us to reconnect, which we have now as adults.


My little tree

DSCF1561.JPGOur little tree this winter

In May 2016, at my father's memorial service, our family gave out tiny white pine seedlings. Families have had varying success with planting their seedlings. Some planted theirs indoors in small pots but the seedling was not happy and withered and died. Our tree will eventually need a new home where there's more room to grow, but for the meantime, it's quite content where it is.

DSCF0368.JPGLooking healthy here, in summer

We put ours in a pot and set it on the picnic table that first night since we were exhausted by the end of that day. Overnight a small creature climbed the picnic table and unearthed it, leaving it in a heap on top of the table. The critter didn't find what it wanted--food, evidently-- and left. Upon finding the sorry little heap the next morning, my husband replanted it in the pot. We decided that putting it in the ground was best, and to protect the seedling, we put a little fence of chicken wire around the tree. The tree is doing well, and has grown at least three times from its original size.

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Trees were the theme for my dad's service. He'd learned a lot about them over the years, about how to prune them, trim broken branches and their value in the environment and for human use. He recalled, when we did our family legacy project, that he had climbed most of the trees on his parents' farm -- the farm that he would one day take over with his young wife. And so I grew up, seeing him take care of the land, the buildings and the trees, and us.

The day of the service, I looked around seeing all the little great grandchildren, who at 1, 2, 3 and 4 years of age would likely not remember much about him. The idea came the following week to write a story about my father -- their great grandfather -- so they might have some way of connecting with his life as they grew up. The story was intended for them.

The story went through many revisions, with feedback from my in-person writers' group, an online Revision group and then my own group again. I received many positive affirmations on the value of the story and also suggestions to make the book stronger, one of them being following the seasons. That was one of the best recommendations. So thank you to members of my local critique group and the online Revision group, for the excellent offerings of time and consideration of my story.

IMG_20160517_210341.jpg The tree with its tag and one of my great nephews. This photo by M. Pfaff.

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In the foreground, the tiny tree with its memorial tag. Background, the cross that my father created with fallen logs from the farm woodlot, for the church for Lent and Easter services.

I had connected with a graphic designer long before this project came to fruition. Maja Wizor was excited about the possibilites the story presented and agreed to do the illustrations for me. I had the first copies ready for my family in early January 2017. Innovative Press in Millbank did a wonderful job printing my book. My illustrator was pleased to have her copies too.

Seeing that first book brought tears to my eyes -- another memory of Dad to add to all the good ones I already had. And I wondered how he'd feel about being a part of my book.

My sisters bought books for their adult children and grandchildren too. Friends wanted copies too, in fact I received such encouragment that I decided to also bring out a general market edition the following June. It happened with the assistance of Angel Hope Publishing in Drayton, Ontario.

It's been quite a journey from the original idea to the finished product and I thank my sister Joan and nephew Dan for the early suggestions and encouragement they offered, to my illustrator, Maja, my publisher of the general market edition, Glynis Belec and her trusty assistant, Amanda Belec. I also appreciated the promotion by the Tavistock Gazette editor, Bill Gladding and later Helen Lammers-Helps, who wrote articles for Ontario Farmer and Oxford Review that took my book to a wider audience still. It takes a lot of people to make a book.

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On the first anniversary of my father's death, the pastor at Trinity Lutheran invited me to read the story, Harry's Trees, as part of the children's sermon. I was truly honoured to do that.

Unless otherwise mentioned, photos are copyright of C. Wilker, owner of this blog


PyeongChang Winter Games

Headline from the Waterloo Region Record today (from Canadian Press):

Virtue and Moir keep Canada in top spot

To think that I saw this couple in their early years of pairs skating makes it very exciting to see them do so well in these Olympic Games. Though I would have liked to see that performance, other critical things got in the way, such as business and the need to sleep. Still I'm encouraged that the Canadian team is doing so well.

I've enjoyed watching figure skaking over the years. This couple performed at our hometown figure skating carnival one year and we were privileged to watch them. Little did we know the drive and effort that would keep them going to this place.

Much work and many hours of training go into a successful performance. Having two sisters who've been in figure skating, one in singles skating and the other on a precision team, I recognize that much effort that goes into making all those moves look so easy, but they aren't. I've watched practices and test days. A lot of nerve and energy go into the sport. There's both the physical effort and the grace of dance that make it so powerful to watch. Perhaps it seem so much more powerful from one who's felt not the smoothest on ice.

And still more as Gabrielle Daleman takes gold after her singles skate. Yeah for the Canadian team! Keep going! We're cheering you on.

And another link to Winter Games figure skating and other sports


On teaching a blog class

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It never fails, when I start to teach a blog class at the community centre, I have adult students who have very little experience with technology and especially of things related to internet and blogging. I also have had students who cannot remember their email address and password,something they need to build their first account. Tough way to start.

We've had students working on iPads and tiny tablets to borrowing someone else's computer and not really knowing how to use it. But in the last two classes that experience had changed to a few who are already tech savvy, and from whom I learned a thing or two about technology.

My current students, two gentlemen who are brothers, already have varying experience with blogging and have come to learn more. One of them has quite an active blog for which I commended him. He has a great start and I'm challenged on what else to teach. Quite often it takes a whole class to figure out the meme, a blog title and setting up the account. Some have been so flustered that they haven't pursued the blog or seemed frozen in fear. Nevertheless, for those hardy folks who stay with it, there are still things to teach and I learn more along the way.

If a student who is well travelled wants to write about their experiences, they have much to write about and still there's the question of how to start. Too narrow a theme or meme, as it's called, and it's hard to get the interest of many people. Some of the top blogs in Canada are about travel. We talked in our last class about popular topics. They include food, healthy living, diet, moms with kids, home and gardening, books and crafts and home renovations and more.

While I may not have travelled abroad or travel often, I can find topics closer to home for my blog, Storygal, about life love and gardening. And I do like to follow travel blogs when the photos are excellent and the writing is conversational and easy to read.

If you're planning to get into blogging, you may need some help to get started. Take a class, find bloggers to follow and engage in their conversations wherever they spread their posts, over social media and on their site. Even liking their posts shows the blogger someone is interested. Best wishes to you as you set out on a new endeavour.

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On the brink of 2018

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It's after 9 in the evening, December 31st, as I write this last post of 2017. I say goodbye soon to the year that's brought varying emotions, accomplishments, and reaffirming of friendships and making new ones too. It's been a year of releasing two new books, Good Grief People, a shared venture with five other authors on the meaning of grief, and the other, Harry's Trees, a direct result of the life my father lived and what he shared with me and others in our family. Together with all the opportunities to promote our books, speak and do storytelling, I am grateful for them all.

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It's a been a year of celebrating achievements with others in my circle of writers, and a year of saying goodbyes to people we've known and loved. A year of supporting friends who have had challenges, even as they lent an ear at earlier times when I needed to share my struggles.

This evening as I look online for others who mark this last evening of 2017, we can look no further than our own Canadian Prime Minister, as recorded on the CBC news this evening.

http://www.cbc.ca/news/world/new-year-eve-world-cities-livestream-2018-1.4468771

Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, in a statement released Sunday, reflected on the country's accomplishments in the past year, as well as its 150th anniversary of Confederation, but added "we still have a lot of hard work left to do."

"In 2018, let's continue to celebrate the values that unite us - openness, compassion, equality, and inclusion," he said.

"Let's move forward together, put those values into practice, and work to build a better future for all of us."

By this time, Auckland, New Zealand, has already rung in the New Year

Fireworks kick off the New Year in Auckland as New Zealand bids farewell to 2017

Tens of thousands of New Zealanders took to streets and beaches, becoming among the first in the world to usher in 2018.

You don't have to go further than your own backyard--maybe not in the extreme cold tonight--to decide what you will do to promote peace and goodwill in your family and your own community. The goals you're pursuing or intend to pursue. Things of the heart and soul that will bode well for you.

And now for the most recorded song at New Year's, Auld Lang Syne, which is essentially bringing good wishes for the year ahead. The song is an old Scottish tune that's usually credited to Robert Burns in 1788, though Burns admitted that he'd based it off of various Scottish songs and poems. Read here to find out more on why this became a tradition.

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Happy New Year to you! Many blessings for the year ahead!


O, Come Let Us Adore Him

DSCF1593.JPGO come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
Christ the Lord.

Translator: Frederick Oakeley; Author: John Francis Wade

Last evening we had a beautiful and peaceful Christmas Eve service at church. Rev. John Boehmer delivered a meaningful sermon about God coming as a baby that we might stop and notice amid our troubling and, at times, trying world. I loved his story about the boy, Mischa, in the orphanage and keeping Jesus warm. I'd love to read it again and again.

We drove home in fresh snow and we do have a White Christmas. I rearranged my creche figures to show the baby in the manger, the way artists think it might have looked.

This morning, Christmas morning, dawned bright and clear, the trees shuddering in the wind and awhile ago, light snow blowing off the workshop roof. Likely pretty cold out there, yet the sky is blue with some puffy white clouds.

If you're travelling today, dress warm and drive safely and have a good day with family or friends. And remember Christ coming as a baby that God might be with us.


Oh, Christmas Tree

Our Christmas tree is an eclectic collection of memories. The ornaments come from a variety of places and people.

DSCF9527.JPGThis machine stitched emblem was a gift from Elaine, a former member of our Business Associates Breakfast.

DSCF9520.JPG This one is made from a gourd that's carved out to resemble a bird house. I bought it from a vendor at Christmas in Paris a couple of years ago. It's delightful.

DSCF9522.JPG This ornament came from my friend Karleen who now lives in Colorado Springs. I put it on the tree every year to remember the diversity of culture in that area that includes native Americans.

DSCF9525.JPGOne of my pewter ornaments made in Mahone Bay, Nova Scotia. This one of many was a gift from my friend Maryann who lives out east.

DSCF9524.JPGSanta, ready for the beach, from New Zealand. A gift from our daughter, Adrienne, and son-in-law, Tyler, when they lived across the world from us. They're not likely to forget that Christmas when they couldn't get a turkey dinner.

DSCF9528.JPGOne of my favourite angels, from the Angel Store in St. Jacobs, Ontario. I love how the light shines through it.

DSCF9530.JPGA lovely beaded ornament, one of a set, made by my writer friend, Kelly, some time ago. Still goes on my tree every year.

DSCF9517.JPG My tree with other ornaments and a tree skirt that I made in my craft business days. A crocheted snowflake made by my mother-in-law, a hand-print ornament with my granddaughter's hand, a broom doll, also from craft days. A cross-stitched elf made by a choir mate, Pat, when I sang in a particular choir. Love them all.

What memories does your tree hold? Can you name them?