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#1008 From Russ From Nova Scotia Sus The Ontarion
Hi All, Young parents sure have it nice these days, with all sorts of ‘modern’ conveniences and products, and they have an unbelievable number of choices. Case in point…. There is a pack of something called ‘unscented baby wipes’ in our bathroom. I assume its there from when the grandkids were babies. The thing is, I didn’t even know there was that kind of choice. I didn’t know you could get unscented babies. I just figured they came in one version only, that being very scented, as in they tended to stink a bit. At least thats how they came way back when we were of parenting age. Will wonders never cease! Now, nothing to do with babies, scented or otherwise, but we have been having a couple of bears roaming the neighborhood lately. One of them is a large, full grown bruiser that works the street during dawn and dusk, looking for fruit and anything else it would consider edible. The other is young, (perhaps ‘unscented’, I didn’t ask) maybe half or 3/4’s grown. One evening it was working it’s way through our back yard. We had slipped out and because we were taking care of the grandkid’s little dog, we had taken it with us. It likes car rides just like any other dog does. As we turned up our street, our neighbor, who had been watching for us, came out and told us this young bear was in our back yard. Good to know because the first thing we would have done was let Poppy out to run around like a silly little thing, yapping at the world, real or imagined. The neighbor told us she had been watching this bear as it walked along the top of our fence. In fact, she was able to get a picture of it from her upper window. Cool. By the time we saw the bear it was too dark for picture taking but we were able to watch it check out everything in the back yard before easily climbing over the fence and into said neighbor’s yard. From there it wandered out onto the street and disappeared into a back yard on the other side. Incidentally,
the
section of fence the bear was walking along the top of
is the
same section the I had rebuilt last March after a bear
had smashed it
while trying to reach a bird feeder. I had written about
that in the
March 13/21 issue and had included pics of the new
fence. If you want
to reference just follow this link. Issue
#981. This
is looking down at our deck from the neighbor's upper
window, with the bear doing the balance beam thing on
top of the fence. It's standing on a 6 ft panel.
* Sorry kids but all I have for you this week is a video. That’s all I could come up with. This time I’ve used an old Waylon & Willie tune called ‘Momma’s Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys’. Its actually a better song than any of you who don’t like country music might think. It’s got a good story line and even contains a key change. Can’t get much better than that. So, give it a look-see. You just never know, you might enjoy it. And, just so you know, I heard a rumor (from me) that there could very well be a double-hitter ready again for next week. Momma’s Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys doug ****
From Russ
The Honey Pail My story is about another old lady whom I encountered while driving a police cruiser for the Kitchener Police Department. The events in the story are true, and accurate - some of you may have read it in one of my earlier books, (Memoirs of a 50's Cop) I have kept all my notebooks from way back in the middle of the last Century, and was about to 'toss' them, when I happened across my notes saying, "Don't breathe through your mouth" cautioned the Pathologist. Day Shift. Date: Aug. 28/58. Zone 2. Weather: Hot & muggy. Now, get ready for a long, unusual ride, down a road I've never tried: What follows next, is the experience of the deceased - told in her own words! I have been dead for over 60 years. I have never been able to tell you what happened the night I "kicked-the- bucket!" You have my promise, I won't bore you with unnecessary details. The 65 years that I lived (mostly in misery), went by in a 'wink'. They tell me I was born in a hospital in North Bay, Ontario - the 'unwanted' child of a 15 year-old mother. I would have been "aborted" save for our Catholic Religion. They also told me I was 'given-up' for adoption at age 9 months. My 'new parents' were Reta and James Walmsley. James (Jimmie) was a 'drunk'. He was often violent, and slapped mom around until she 'begged him to stop'. I was terrified of him. We lived in a small, frame house - heated in winter by a single wood-stove. When I was 10 years old, we ran out of wood during a 'cold-snap' (In North bay - minus 30 Degrees F.) Mom burned the kitchen chairs - we wore our snow-suits, and covered ourselves in heavy blankets. That's when I froze my feet. They didn't heal - gangrene set in, and both my big toes had to be amputated. From then on, I walked 'funny', kids teased me awful, I thought I was a "Freak" - I became a 'loner' - had no friends - no self-esteem'. Failed in school. Got the strap when I didn't know the 'answers'. Back then if you got the strap at school - you got it again at home! When I turned 12, I developed small breasts, and had my first "periods" It was a scary time. Mom had to go out to work (cleaning houses) as Jimmie drank-up most of his wages. Drunk, and left alone with me, he started to touch me - hold me - even tried to kiss me down there! When I objected, he got mad. Drunk and mad - Jimmie was "a Holy terror!". I never told mom - I was too scared! I put up with 'bad things' at home until I couldn't stand it anymore - I ran away from home when I was only 15. I took a Greyhound bus to Kitchener, and got a job in a woolen mill. I lied about my age - I looked about 17. Got away with it. Lucky me - I got a room at the Women's YMCA. My name was now Gladys Worsley. (pretty close to Walmsley) Met Franky at a dance at the Y - we 'hit-it-off' pretty good - even went 'steady'. Franky got a better job in Hamilton, at the steal plant - asked me to go to Hamilton with him. (Hmm why not?) We got a 'flat' near Franky's work - lived together as a 'married couple' - Gladys and Frank Dempster. (not Franky's real name of course). We both smoked cigarettes, and that part of Hamilton (Barton Street) was always smokey, because of the 'smelters' nearby. Things were going pretty good, until Franky told me he found a "new girl" - and they were "doing it" (he meant sex). I left him and went back to Kitchener - got a job in BF Goodrich Rubber. That's when I got a cheap "Half-a-house" on Charles Street. The owner/landlord, had put a partition up and made a single dwelling into two one-bedroom apartments. Cheap Bastard! We Tenants had to share a bathroom on the second floor - not the best idea. For me with missing both big toes, I had a hard time using those narrow stairs - especially at night. Got myself a 'pee -pot' (an old metal pail that once held honey), and used that instead of climbing those 'nasty' stairs. I kept the pail out-of-sight during the day, and placed it handy to my bed. Yes, my bedroom was on the second floor, but it was NOT HANDY for me 'way up there!", so a man-friend helped me set up my bedroom in the crowded main floor. Now I had a kitchen sink where I washed the dishes, did a daily sink- bath, dumped, and rinsed my pee-pot (not poo!), and made tea for my new man-friend. Ellwood didn't seem to mind our visits sitting at my kitchen table, near my bed, near my living room, and my "bulging" closet. (so full, I couldn't close the door!) One night, during a heat-wave in the city, it was just too hot for a long visit, so Ellwood left early, saying he was going for a few cold ones before hitting the sack. I went to bed early - always slept in the nude - had to get up in the "wee" hours for a pee. And that's when it Happened: Thank you, Gladys. Your life's story is remarkable. We can't wait until next week to hear "what happened!" Uncle Russ. ****
From Nova Scotia Sus
Most years we have taken a trip to Prince Edward Island in September to attend the annual Shellfish Festival in Charlottetown. It's always a fun time with lots of choices of seafood to sample. We often stay in a hotel downtown where we can park the car and walk all over the town and back and forth to the festival. The waterfront is beautiful with lots of places to eat or drink. Last year it was cancelled due to covid and this year we were pleasantly surprised to hear they would be on but with many restrictions. We were told that everyone entering the island would need a PEI pass and proof of vaccination and I.D. So I went online to register for the pass, filling out the form was easy but sending my proof wasn't happening. I tried many ways with no luck. Partly my inexperience and partly my scanners fault. I decided to print off the form, fill it out and with copies of my proof I sent it the old fashion way by Expedia mail since we were running out of time. A few days later I received an email saying that due to an outbreak of covid the festival was cancelled. So all that work for nothing but we are happy to stay home safe and sound. Next year with any luck we will try again. Sus ****
THE ONTARION REPORT
Hello everyone It sounds like the 4th wave of Covid is really taking hold once again in our fair land, especially out in Alberta! I gather the people of that province want the premier’s head for opening things up too soon! What a mess they are in right now and it can only get worse! Just thinking about this mess, I cant help having the idiot “No Maskers” come to mind. How inconsiderate and selfish they are if you ask me and if anybody reading this is one of them, I almost feel sorry for you (I said “almost) because that’s how little I worry about anyone of them that winds up in the hospital taking up valuable space and resources that should in my opinion be reserved for the people that are legitimately vaccinated and show concern for the rest of the Canadians that are so vulnerable to this virus and are at risk of coming in contact with this “no masker” group of fools! How in the world can anybody believe that this viral problem is a conspiracy perpetrated by the entire world’s governments to make money for their Big Pharma investments or so they can implant all of us with a microchip to enable them to know our every move in order to control the people of the world? It takes some truly clueless fools to come up with such nonsense in the first place but It confounds me to think that so many people fall prey to such BS! If the no maskers don’t believe that this is a true emergency and obviously also don’t believe the medical and scientific brains of the world when they say it’s truly a serious killer virus that’s putting so many people in hospital and in their graves. Then why is it they show up in our hospitals asking and trusting the medical teams for help when they get sick with Covid? Do they think they have just caught a bad cold or something? If so, then stay home and fight the “Cold or Flu” or whatever it is you think you have and take two aspirins and a shot of whisky to ward it off and see how long you last before someone has to call the local funeral home to come drag your sorry corpse to the crematorium! If enough of them suffer badly from this “Flu” as they call it, then maybe eventually the light will go on and they will start doing the right thing! I’d be willing to bet that all the “No Maskers” are still bumping elbows instead of shaking hands and why would that be when they don’t believe there’s a problem that can spread by shaking hands! When nobody’s looking are they all washing their hands and using sanitizing wipes and hand sanitizer so they don’t catch that so called “Cold or Flu”? I wouldn’t be at all surprised at what goes on behind their closed doors! In my opinion, if you don’t believe it’s true, then don’t ask for hospitalization when you get sick! SO there! I’ve likely just wasted two hours and a lot of finger work on these fools so I’m going to say goodbye for this week! Thanks for tuning in and I’ll look forward to talking to you all again next week in The Ontarion Report! Bye for now …Greg PS:
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