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Saturday, September 23, 2023

On an Afternoon Walk ~ A Short Story

A Short Story 


To walk in solitude past the sleeping geese gave Delilah rest. A long day’s work staring at a computer screen had taxed her mind, not to mention her eyes. Column after column of numbers blurred by days end. She was jealous of the sleeping geese, ignorant of anyone passing them. It was silly, but she felt like tiptoeing past them. Instead she found her special bench and sat. Feeling like she should keep walking but enjoying the fall colours, Delia breathed a sigh of relief. It was Friday ~ no more computers til Monday. Face to the sun, eyes closed she gloried in the late afternoon.


“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees 

on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, 

or watching the clouds float across the sky, 

is by no means a waste of time.”

~ John Lubbock, The Use of Life 


 

Friday, September 22, 2023

On an Afternoon Walk ~ Hidden History







    Glassed in surrounds 

bricks and mortar curlicues

  technology stands guard.





“When we build, let us think that we build forever.”

~ John Ruskin


 

Thursday, September 21, 2023

On an Early Evening Walk - A Family Walk




A four year old on a scooter 

    ~ wheels with coloured lights 

A one year old in a stroller 

    ~ great grandma at the helm.

Mom and dad holding hands 

    with grandpa at their side


A stop to ride the swings 

    ~ and slide the slide

Clear sky, no wind, setting sun 

    walkin’ off a delicious meal and the energy of children.



“Being a family means you are part of something very wonderful. 

It means you will love and be loved for the rest of your life.”

~ Lisa Weedn, designer and artist


 

Wednesday, September 20, 2023

Chapter Two, Episode 154 - Seasoning - Situationally Theirs

Seasoning


More paper work! Dez hated paperwork. She could her mother saying “Desperanza, you shouldn’t hate anything, dear.” But she did hate paperwork. She and her sister had first searched for the location of the B.C.Fruit company, but it was only on the mainland. If Matt sold his fruit there then he must have paid a bundle for shipping them on the ferry. There were different cooperatives up and down the Island, but no B.C. Fruit company. She knew shipping anything involved paperwork and that did not make her happy. “Are you sure that’s what he said, Dez?” 


“I wrote it in my iPad as soon as it came out of his mouth. Maybe he just made a mistake.”


The two women were pursuing a way for the Estate to make some money. Emelina had learned that the trust fund Michael had left her was being stretched uncomfortably thin. If they could get the orchard producing more next year, it just might help. Not necessarily save them, but help. Dez had talked with her about ‘Farm Gate sales’. It would mean more work for Samuel and he seemed to be slowing down. Would they be able to hire someone to work with him? She hadn’t broached that yet. Now this. Which of the cooperatives would they approach? It would have to be the nearest one, just because of gas. They’d need vehicles to transport the fruit - or would the cooperatives want their own? “This is giving me a headache, Em. It’s a good thing it’s the end of the season. We’ll have all winter to get organized.”


Emelina laughed. “Knowing you, I’ll have to give you a plan to follow or you’ll just curl up and forget that spring does get here!” She hugged her sister. “We don’t have to get it all set today, just  start a plan with days and times to get it done. Including orchard work. I don’t know what needs doing. Samuel talks about pruning and cleaning up the orchard.” Dez relaxed. “You’re right, Em. I guess I was getting ahead of myself. And worried about me not being a help but a hindrance to you. Let’s go for lunch and look at all these brochures.”


~~~~~


Over lunch, Em assured her sister that she had been a help for most of the time they had been back together. “It was just those first days of the pandemic when you were just bossy and grumpy.”


“That was pretty rude wasn’t it. You picked me up in the middle of the night, took me into your home, gave me whatever I needed without a complaint.” The sisters laughed over all the silly things they had done. Just like back in their teenage years in their shared bedroom at home. “I think that if we could get over that, we can handle this.” Dez took a big drink of her water. “So what do you think about the Farm Gate idea? We wouldn’t have much produce right away. We’ll have to talk to Samuel about that too. We may be able to sell some of our flowers as they come up. I know he doesn’t think much about flowers, but if it helps pay for his vegetables, he may think differently.”


Emelina put her sandwich down and looked out the window. She turned back to Dez. “You know, I think I like becoming a farmer. I don’t know that I’ll be much good at it, but with everyone’s help we can make a real go of it.” She hesitated, picked up her sandwich again, and smiled. “Maybe we could even get chickens and we’d have eggs to sell.”


“Whoa, Em! Let’s not get carried away…….although………you may have a good idea. Put that on your list of things to do. You’d have to be in charge of that because I’m doing the orchard. Who would be at the Farm Gate stand when it was time?” She beckoned the waiter over. “Could I please have some coffee, cream and sugar..Em do you want some?.....And for my sister as well. Thanks” 


“The other people we have to get involved are Cook and Martha. I suspect Cook will be worried that we’ll sell all the tomatoes before she can get her hands on them.” Dez’s face lit up. “We could have special days for selling some of her baking! I hope she’s not looking at retiring.”


~~~~~


At the end of the day, their planning had turned to dreaming about what could be. The actual work that would go into those dreams was a minor detail. Dez had worked the orchard for a over a year and knew that besides painting, she belonged with the apple trees and honey bees. Em, just in talking with Dez, had also found a place she never had considered before. Excited about growing food, selling food, donating food, being involved in the farming community..... she felt more alive than she had in a long time. To share their dream was icing on the cake.


“Farming is not just a job. It’s a responsibility and a privilege.”

~ Joel Watson


Tuesday, September 19, 2023

On an Afternoon Walk - Brilliance







Surrounded by greenery

 leaves of late summer 

 display their brilliance








“It is the glistening autumnal side of summer.”

~ Henry David Thoreau




Monday, September 18, 2023

Book Review: The Pull of the Stars by Emma Donoghue

Nurse Julia Powers, just shy of 30 years old, lived with her younger brother who is damaged by the war. A trained obstetric nurse, she took a tram partway through rain soaked Dublin; unlocked her bicycle and rode the streets to the hospital. In 1918, dark, crowded and bleak, the Influenza Pandemic raged; people literally dying in the streets. Suddenly she was nurse in charge of a cramped three cot Maternity/Fever ward, a converted supply room. The usual charge nurse had taken ill with Influenza. Long shifts, only one nurse to relieve the next shift. Physicians in short supply. Bridie Sweeney, the only help that Nurse Julia was given, came from a ‘home’ run by an order of Roman Catholic nuns.


Throughout three days, Emma Donoghue describes scenes of child birth that horrified me. Poverty and malnutrition made birthing tragic and the effects of influenza compounded it. Julia Powers’ commitment to her patients pushed it all aside. She had to instruct Bridie Sweeney on the fly. Bridie was bright, attentive and willing to do whatever was necessary. Patient care, getting bandages or instruments, mopping the floor, running for a physician, carrying messages, and when there was time was getting food. Julia, with a doctor’s verbal orders, gave out ‘chloral’, whiskey and morphine. For a patient that refused all sedatives, she was given warm lemonade and aspirin.  Julia made linseed poultices or used camphor to ease chests. One still birth, one baby born healthy, one baby born with a cleft palate. One mother died leaving her child motherless. The births were anything but easy. We can be very grateful for the times we live in.


One character in The Pull of the Stars was Dr. Kathleen Lynn, an obstetrician. This character is the only character in this novel that is historically real. The authors note tells the reader that she was vice president of the Sinn Féin executive and its director of public health. Although arrested, the mayor of Dublin freed her to work combatting the flu. There is more in the authors note about her history.


What an amazing read! And so well timed. This weekend I attended my nursing class reunion and thought of all the brave and dedicated nurses through years. I purchased this book because I’ve read others by Emma Donoghue. I had also heard an interview with her on CBC by Elinor Wachtel, so when I saw The Pull of the Stars at the local bookshop, I purchased it without knowing much about the story at all. I’m glad I took a chance on it.


“Nursing was like being under a spell: you went in very young 

and came out older than any span of years could make you.”

~ Emma Donoghue, The Pull of the Stars


Title: The Pull of the Stars

Author: Emma Donoghue

Copyright: 2020

Publisher: Little, Brown and Company, a division of Hachette Book Group, Inc.

Type: Novel

Format: Fiction

ISBN -  978-0-316-49901-9  (hardcover)

ISBN -  978-0-316- 70529 -5  (large print)

LCCN - 2020935462



 

Sunday, September 17, 2023

From Class Reunion to Alumnae Luncheon

We weren’t finished. Our class reunion was, but today the Regina General Hospital School of Nursing annual gathering met for lunch. On hold during the Covid 19 pandemic, this was our first one back: the 44th Annual RGH School of Nursing Luncheon. In past years, it was a Saturday night dinner, then a Sunday brunch and today a Sunday luncheon). Two hundred and twenty one nurses sat down to a delicious meal in the Ballroom at the Doubletree Hotel. It was not an easy task to get us all seated and quiet for introductions! Herding cats comes to mind. 


From the classes of 1949 to 1953 all the way to the last classes in 1972, we were an amazing gathering! Several of our classes celebrated reunions or caught up on reunions missed due to Covid 19. Today we lunched with nurses we learned from and worked with; looking for our ‘big sisters’, instructors and colleagues. ‘Big sisters’ were from the year previous to teach us the ropes of the Nurses Residence we lived in. Many of us had no clue who our big sisters were!! Some were able to reconnect with a big sister. Not all had maintained that relationship when life and circumstance interfered.


It was a great weekend. In five years, the RGH Nursing class of 1968 will meet again - location to be determined. In one year, the RGH School of Nursing will meet for a Sunday luncheon, or brunch - that’s to be determined as well.


Thanks go to the Doubletree by Hilton Hotel staff for a comfortable well run weekend for us all.


“……the hours are long, the work hard, and the pay inadequate to the 

amount of concentrated energy required. A nurse, how does not view 

her profession dispassionately. It is too much a part of her.”

~ Monica Dickens,