Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Size Does Matter

Today is cleaning day.I have to do the weekly deep clean, not the daily wipe down.

Two bathrooms, two bedroom, stove fridge, dishwasher, pellet stove, vacuum sweep, polish not just dust,
Porch, doors, counter and cupboards, and if I have any life in me, tackle the draws in the kitchen, office, library, craft room, and walk in closet. |It  didn't used to be this difficult did it?

I ran across a blog that made me think.   http://camperrevamper.wordpress.com/

Ewans Truck and 5th wheel
Think about our summer days, where we can hook up the 5th wheel I sold to my son, to the Ford truck I sold to my truck and take off with Chelsea and become summer Gypsy's.

I think of the maintenance, There is limited washing to do, the morning cleanup is a green disinfectant wipe of the bathroom, dumped the lavatory, wipe counters and mop the floor.

The dishes are few and done by us both after each meal and put away, not in the dishwasher
Fresh Roast ready to cook overnight
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We buy fresh and local to the area so no freezing, canning, cooking ahead.

Both Ewan and I like to cook so we share the job, enjoying how creative we can be on four burners and an oven.

Our evenings are spent exploring, visiting, taking pictures, playing a game of cards, or my personal favorites knitting or reading.

Sifton Spin-well wheel
I have a spinning wheel which rides nicely bungied to the leg of the table. It is a Spin-well so it is made to travel.
I have a tablet now so my 400 books and knitting patterns can travel in my purse. Strangely. I only need one purse and 2 pair of shoes.

Then I think of the homes I knew when I was growing up.

We had a bedroom that was kept clean because we treasured our few possessions, we looked after our clothes because it might be a long time till we got new ones. And it was a place we could entertain out same sex friends.
Comic books were  kept mint so they could be shared and pictures of loved ones or the odd film star were on the walls.

We sat at the table in the kitchen on chairs around a table and talked of our day.
 We knew if our parents were facing difficulties and we tried to help in any way we could. Mom was sick, do the laundry, pop was off colour, play quietly.
They knew what we were up to as well.Quizzes would see how far we were in school.

General conversation would let the parents know that we were feeling rejected because only 2 valentines were in our letterbox at school and one was from me.
So mom would bake a batch of sugar cookies for me to take the next day. My letterbox was overflowing from hopefuls of scoring a sugar cookie.

My brother. Grade 7 Class at Thomas Hodson in Nanaimo
When my brother was being bullied at school and picked on because of his British accent. He and dad took a walk and dad explained and demonstrated the rules of boxing according to the age old fashion of the the Marquess of Queensberry When defending ones self  and the weaker ones was a gentlemanly thing to do, not street bawls.

We had a living room where we would gather after supper if we didn't have a public speaking meeting or a 4H meeting.

These activities were enough to keep us occupied for the month. There was not the opportunity to go out every night of the week to **expand ourselves**.

My brother would lay on the floor with his text books around him and do his homework. Often asking a question that led to a story from the folks. Or asking how to spell a word, led to a discussion on were the word originated and we would use the word in past present and future tense, should it be a verb.

I would be learning the art of knitting and sewing . My brother was 6 years older than I so  when he battled the books. in Grade seven. I was in grade one and was under tutelage of Mother for the arts that were considered female n those days.

I learned to measure cut and sew, and with out a pattern. I knitted in the same way, doing a rough drawing based on my tension swatch.
Sweater I designed and knitted

I was responsible for the baking powder biscuits, though not allowed to tackle the pies.

And I would lie on my piece of floor by the stove and explored foreign lands, not on Google, but through my stamp album.

Sometimes my Dad would call me and say "Come here you, you may as well learn this."

And with black tape, a pen knife and some knowledge, I learned to safely change a plug on a lamp.
By changing fuses I learned why you didn't put a 30 amp fuse in a 15amp socket.

Even when television invaded our living room, my parents knew what we were watching, because they were with us. And they got first pick.

Dad loved the outdoors. The Gypsy in him hated the four walls. Getting dinner from the land was always an adventure, and another opportunity for stories when he exposed his Romany roots.

I found out what mushrooms could be eaten and which ones would spell your doom. We carried home baskets of  greens from the undergrowth to add to the stew pot or a salad.

But in this strange division of  responsibility it was moms job to take me berry picking.

Dinner of the hoof
I would hurry home and tell Dad, I saw sign today by Arbutus Hill.

Early next morning, we would arise before dawn and creep through the forest to Arbutus Hill where dad would hide us both near the creek. Soon a buck would appear, and for those not into blood survival, suffice to say we had fresh and salted meat for awhile.

This was in the days when our little house put us with close contact with each other. Manners were learned every day at the kitchen table. Conversation became an art on the living room floor.

Our friends were known to my parents, and  visited by the front door, or I was delivered to a friends house, possibly once a month.

We went shopping on Saturday and walked with our parents unless we had 15 cents for the matinee.

Yes there was a lot more to do, but it seemed easier, We knew how to behave and how to make do. I think the most we learned from living in a small house was that homes with Rumpus rooms, Media rooms, Recreation Rooms, Man Caves , en suite bathrooms, were not always homes. They were houses.

The bond we forged with our parents was worth all the times we got smacked in the face with wet socks and undies drying for the next day.

So their we have come from house work to home..work.

What a journey life is.









Monday, January 23, 2012

How I became a HAM and I don't mean Pork.

I was widowed in 2002. The days dragged on for hours, only to be taken over by the nights that were even longer.
 I would try and stay awake at night so I would sleep in in the morning and shorten the empty time.

One day a friend said," Hey want to go to Burnaby for a swap meet.?"
 My first instinct was to say no. Then the thought struck me that there was no reason not to go.

Patty at the Swap Meet in Nanaimo
I live on an Island on the West Coast of Canada. If you go much farther west, you go swimming.

So at 6:30 in the AM we boarded a ferry boat for the 2 hour trip to Burnaby, which is very near Vancouver.

A Swap Meet in HAM terms is a big flea market of radio equipment of every kind.
 Stuff that is good for Boat Anchors all the way to sophisticated radio and electronic equipment.

We wandered  around for about 4 hours, looking at some things that resembled my CB days when we called out ** breaker, breaker good buddy, You got your ears on 10/9 ** to things I had absolutely no idea what they were.

 Then we decided it was time to eat. As we walked out and got in my friends truck, My friend handed me a bag and said,"You get your licence in 3 months of this comes back to me."

I opened the bag and saw a very compact little 2 meter radio.

I had 3 months to get my HAM certificate of proficiency or I had to give up the little Alinco.


Lincolnshire
Of course this was second hand and came without a manual, so we had to sort our way through programming  about 40 frequencies in this radio.

A frequency is not as straight forward as it sounds.  If all were simplex, that is call on one frequency and receive on the same one.

We had to program in repeater frequencies. This is where you call on one frequency, it hits a repeater is sent forward on a frequency that is either 600 mhz below or above the frequency.

This is a long range system. ( I won't get into IRLP)  Then there is a thing called a tone. This will make two frequencies that are close, ignore each other. Utilizing more of the band.

I joined a class of recruits in Duncan and duly passed my course and obtained the beginners licence.
Ride for the Disabled

This allowed my to talk to people on 2 meter.

I had my teeth into this communications thing now I wanted to go big time with HF. Some where along the bought an HF rig. This is the one you see in all the movies that you see the around the world conversations or CUSO's.

I could listen, but I couldn't talk, till I met one small requirement.. I had to pass my test for CW. That is continuous wave, or Morse Code.

Kenwood HF3000S
I had the radio and appropriate antenna hooked up beside my bed and would listen to my friends from all over BC and Alberta.

Of course they knew I was listening so were happily making snide  remarks.  AND I HAD to listen... I wanted that CW qualification so badly, I got it in 6 weeks, which is somewhat of a record.

Shortly after, they change the rules so you didn't have to use CW. But I am glad I got it the old way and joined the purists.

It changed my whole life. Instead of looking at the clock and thinking, it is too late to phone someone at 10PM. I could turn on my Kenwood 3000S and there was always someone to talk to.

A group of us always seemed to end up on a certain frequency and we known as the "44 crew.
Sometimes the conversations were technical in  nature and I learned a lot. Sometimes the nightly subjects would be light hearted and a lot of kidding and telling tales on each other in good fun.

After a few years, I moved to Victoria from Ladysmith and brought my HAM shack with me.

I used my skills to help in an Emergency Communications Centre, I volunteered to  help with The Royal Victoria Marathon for 7 years, I worked with the Victoria 10 K, bike aces, Ride for the disable, Mind over Mountain, CARHA hockey tournament and anywhere that communication is needed.

In an emergency, we can't always depend on phones and cells. The electricity may not be there to power the phones, cell towers may burn down as they did in our forest fires tat burned up large parts of our province.

My job in that was family reunification. If families were in different emergency shelters, the radio operator would radio me on the Island and I could phone an out of province relative and pass on messages of where different family members were safe and  well.

 We also passed messages to emergency response workers who had no other means of communication. people like forestry, medical aid, fire crews and community planners.

Each year we have something called a Field Day. This is where HAM from all over set up temporary sites and make contacts all over the world. In fact, I will let a friend tell you about it. he does a better job than I.
VE7ALB  at Field Day

ICOM T70A

Kenwood D700
I have a Kenwood D700 in my car hooked to a GPS, so friends can find out where I am at any given time.

I had a kenwood D7, that unfortunately got stolen, and for my birthday a few days ago, my friend John presented my with a brand new Icon T70A


73's  and 88's VA7PTY
Repeater site on My Brenton owned by CVARS

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Snow Days is it an Emergency Day?

These are day where I do not want to trust other with my safety. By others, I mean drivers who are too thoughtless to get their vehicle or their skills in order to make commuting anything other than a shooting gallery.

When we got up this morning, we had about 11 inches. It was still fluffy and hadn't settled yet.


This caused a problem for Chelsea. She is only 10 inches.high. Her usual habit when we have snow or rain, is to pop under the rhodo bushes and do her dainty duties.

There was a fair amount of wind last night and drifts filled in her latrines. She sure was not impressed with the turn of events.
She finally gritted her teeth and lowered her bottom to take care of business.

After breakfast, Ewan went and did battle with the snow with the shovel.

It has been odd. We have had reports of any where from 2 inches in View Royal to out 10 inches.
We have this situation before. We live next to a mountain so get a lot more than downtown.
Several times, I have worn my Cerell boots to town and found everyone else in sandals.

My ambulance driving friend worked an extra hour on her 12 hour shift. The highways department were down to one working truck at one time. A downed tree trapped the grader on a road where he couldn't turn, hydro was out full force with over 12000 homes out of power.
Which brings me to my emergency supplies. And I recommend you look at this.

Start off as you may need the products, shoes and flashlights are the first things you may need. So beside the bed, by the door. If you have pets, add a leash.
Light and heat. Do you have candles, and safe holders for them? lanterns with fuel?

You should have already set your snow shovel by the door, and the bag of salt. And a saw and clippers,  if you need to clear dropped branches. However: LOOK OUT FOR FALLEN POWER LINES

Do you have plans for heat if the power goes off? This could be going to a neighbour with a wood stove, or piling on clothes and blankets. Remember the temperatures dropped to -7 at least.

 Remember you pets in the keep warm program also. Don't assume that because they are animals, they have survival instincts. We have bred and loved those instincts away.

For dogs and cat dry warm blankets will work as will cuddling them.

For fish, reptiles and house birds, you may be refilling hot water bottles, or plastic bags, securely fastened. These can be put in a fish tank or bottom of a bird cage.
 You can heat the water on your BBQ. DO NOT BRING THE BBQ INDOORS. the fumes are deadly.

Now how can you feed yourself and your family for the magic week, before help may arrive.
Do you have the required food, water, medications, first aid, and sundries? Do you have pet food?

Have a contact list with you and your family and pets pictures with an out of province contact number, all members of the family can phone to make family reunification easier.

 I think I may have a bit more than you are prepared to have.I have a catalytic heater, propane lights,stove,  a power saw
I have a wind up radio, a generator, a 5th wheel with propane, that will run heat and stove and the most important, the coffee pot. I have extra fuel, and a winch. I have a HAM radio for communication.

Plants can be rescued by putting them in a box or even the bath and add a plastic bag or fairly warm water and cover with a blanket.
I have writing material, reading material, and duct tape, large garbage bags and duct tape.

I also have heavy gloves, mittens and heavy plastic that could, with the use of duct tape could make boots for my dog.  Remember if you dog or cat walks through salt or chemicals, wash their paws. The chemicals are not good stuff for licking and cause cracks and dryness.

Two really handy items are large plastic bags and newspaper.
They can wrap waste, contain water, become rain gear,wind protection, emergency seating, fire starter, draft control. Even if you were a boy scout, matches are easier than rubbing sticks together.

In the comment area after this post, please tell me some of the ways you have used duck tape, newspaper, and plastic bags.
The guide lines for your safety include, but not limited to:

Adult Grab & Go Bag Have a Grab & Go Bag for each person in the house. Keep it by your bed or near a door. If you need to evacuate, grab your bag and go.
1. Flashlight, batteries, and light sticks
2. Portable radio and batteries
3. Keys (house and car)
4. Money (coins and bills)
5. Glasses, contacts lenses and solutions
6. Medications (at least one-week supply)
7. Comfortable shoes, two pairs of socks
8. Comfortable clothing (sweats, extra underwear)
9. Warm Jacket or sweatshirt
10. Whistle (call for help if trapped)
11. Pocket knife
12. Paper and pencil
13. Emergency phone list, out-of-state contact #
14. Lists of people to notify if you are injured
15. Copies of important documents: insurance, identification, social security, etc.
16. Small first aid kit
17. Toilet articles: comb, toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, washcloth, face towel, shampoo, lotion, razor, lip balm, emery board, nail clipper, sanitary products, tissue, sunscreen, etc.
18. Toilet paper
19. Zip-lock bags, plastic grocery bags
20. Good book, playing cards, crossword puzzles
21. Work gloves, several pairs of latex gloves
22. Blanket
23. Dust mask
24. Crow bar (may need to remove debris)
25. Drinking water – store in a separate place (minimum one gallon per person)
26. Food Snacks (granola bars, trail mix, peanut butter)
In Addition to these Adult Bags there are the following bags:
Seniors or People With Disability

Seniors or Disabled Grab & Go Bag
These items are in addition to the Adult Grab & Go Bag. Have a Grab & Go Bag for each person in the house. Keep it by your bed or near a door. If you need to evacuate, grab your bag and go.
1. Food for special diet needs
2. Batteries for hearing aids, wheelchair, etc.
3. List of style and serial # of medical devices
4. Special supplies: oxygen, catheters, etc.
5. Prescriptions for eyeglasses (not older than one year)
6. Personal sanitary items (Depends, disposable bags, ties, wipes)


Infant or Toddler Bags

Infant and Toddler Grab & Go Bag
These items are in addition to the Adult Grab ‘n Go Bag.
1. Formula, disposable bottles, nipples
2. Diapers and wipes
3. Instant baby cereal
4. Bowl and spoon
5. Sunscreen
6. At least two changes of clothes
7. Light jacket
8. Thermometer
9. Medicine dropper
10. Pedialite, electrolyte replacement solution
11. Tylenol, Triaminic and other medications
12. Firm soled slippers or shoes
13. Toys, books, stuffed animals
14. Authorization to Consent to Treatment of Minor Form


Pet Bags

Pet Grab & Go Bag
Keep your Pet Grab ‘n Go Bag in an easily accessible location near your own emergency supplies.
1. Food, water – 7-day supply for each pet
2. Bowls - non-spillable
3. Collar and leash -for dogs and cats
4. Muzzle
5. Poop scooper, bags
6. Treats, toy
7. Blanket, towel, or newspaper for warmth
8. ID tag should always be on pet
9. Extra name tag
10. License number
11. Pet carrier or crate for each pet labeled with pet and owner’s information (keep near your bag).
12. Name, address and phone number of veterinarian, animal control agency and shelters.
13. People to contact to take care of the animal
14. Vaccination and medical records. Keep inoculations current. In an emergency, pets may come in contact with diseased animals.
15. Allergy or other special instructions
16.Pictures of your pet





Monday, January 16, 2012

Hostage



Honestly, you just survive one crisis and another starts.

I am being help hostage by 4 raccoon. They have decided their night time 

residence is a tree 4 feet from my door.


I cannot let my dog out in the yard I have 
fenced for her. I have to take her on a

walk to another area and let her do her 
thing, many times a night.
 Then these bandits pillage all the garbage cans  in the  park, no matter how secure we make them.
I phoned the wildlife experts and they say
they are not on the dangerous animals list 
( they should meet my 4 hissing growling bunch)

I have to hire a trapper. The cost is $75 for the trap and $125 for each trapped
animal. So now we are up to $575.
 and he keeps the pelts
Wildlife say I can trap and but not relocate , they have to be destroyed. Sure I will
 put my gardening gloves on an wring it's neck.

So I have given up the simple pleasures of  feeding my birds, and my son is being a

 pain in the butt, as a creature lover, he wants them around and see's no problem

 with me and the dog in the snow 6 or 7 times a night in the darn, frozen road.
 I am  scared of falling after last years problems of falling and three broken ribs.


Maybe I should put them on ebay.... folks will buy anything there.

If anyone has a live trap, please let me know.

I LOVE COUNTRY LIFE


Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Dear Grandfather


A letter to my Grandfather
James Handley Fearn 1891- 1980


Dear Granddad.

Did your heart break that day on the 1st of April 1947?

 I remember the day so clearly as if It was yesterday.  I never saw you or spoke to you again, Granddad.
My mom never saw her family again. Never, spoke to them and shared only milestone in out lives by letter.

I loved you so much, Granddad. My only excuse is I was so very young and didn’t understand. Canada was just a name, not a destination.

I know you were trying to be brave and strong for us all. Brave for my parents, my grandmother, my uncle, my brother, and me. 
You had seen people head for the new worlds of Canada, Australia and New Zealand. You knew that there was most often only a one way ticket. There were even more that  made the journey after  the Second  Great War.

England had so little to offer it seemed.  The new worlds were very tempting to ones who had lost everything in the air raids,. The war had  taken so much and taken so many.

I remember my mother’s brother holding my mother so tight and his shoulders shaking. I thought he was laughing. With the wisdom of the years, I know he was sobbing on her shoulder and hiding his tears from us. I held his ankles. As he had often held mine as he help me tight and dangled me over a brook to pick a wild flower, or a pretty rock.

My grand dad spoke in the old tongues of the Friends and said to my dad “It is nay too late lad, thou canst change thy mind thou’st knows .”

I remember wondering why they were not as excited as I was.  I saw the busy airport and the large planes taking people to new countries and new adventures.

I was more interested in the Nabisco Shredded Wheat box that was packed with games and books to entertain us on our long flight.
It didn’t seem long from Manchester England to Toronto Canada.when you say it quickly.

My brother was enchanted with the pocket knife my granddad had given him. A mark he was a man now and would carve a place for himself in Canada.

This was no nine hour trip in modern jets. It took us a total of four days in a turbo prop, to get to Toronto.
By the time we landed in Labrador, there was a gale that grounded us for three more days. Then the long trek to British Columbia.

Now I stand in my Grandfather’s shoes.

I am watching my son; his wife and children leave me.

 They too are going impossible distances, to a land I will never see and it is likely I will never see them again.
They are immigrating to Australia.

This is the son I offered my own life to deliver when we found I was not only pregnant, but I had cancer.
We manage to both make it through. We both gave a lot for his survival. The cost was very dear, but I never regretted it.

He was a son to be proud of.

I will always be proud of him.

 I tried to raise him with wings in his heart so he can fly as far as his dreams can take him.

And I tried to raise him with his feet on the ground so he would grow from childhood to a good and decent man.

Now, as he unfoils those wings to fly to foreign lands, I wish him a safe journey,a  happy landing, and the strength and peace to  create a good and fulfilling  life for those whose lives he shares the responsibility for.

As he spread those wings, in the age old migration of man, I, like my Grandfather before me, will hear a sound deep within my soul as my heart breaks.

I am sorry Grandfather. I didn’t understand. Forgive me.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

The Waiting Season

This time of the year is a time of quiet reflection, thoughts of the past and hopes for the future.
But until that future gets here, we are in the waiting season.

I have friends in the sun zone waiting to come home, people in the cold North, waiting for a warm holiday.
Some of my friends are waiting for Dr's results.

My son is waiting for snow so he can go skiing. Another son is waiting for a visa, so he can travel.
Someone else is waiting for a jog, others waiting to retire.

My dog is waiting for a walk, and my neighbour with a bad knee is waiting for a bed in the hospital.

I guess the trick is using this time constructively.

Make a list of all your UFO ( un-finished objects) time line them to finish them. Don't make it a marathon, just pick at them while you wait.

Write those letters to people you didn't get around to at Christmas, print the pictures that you would like to show off, don't just wait...do..

Time passes when you are busy.

While you are at it, look for a few new hobbies you might like to embrace.  Check out online catalogues, read blogs from others who are doing what you are thinking about.

And if all else fails read. Books can open up doors. Adventure, travel, science fiction, history. I think one of the greatest gifts I have is the ability to read. For this gift, I thank all he teachers who gave me this gateway of adventure and escape.

There are so many books, so many adventures.
If you got a reader for Christmas there are thousands of free books on the internet.

Many new authors will allow their first book for free, hoping you will purchase the sequels or books by the same author.

The classics are one line from the Gutenberg press project.

Waiting is a stall, a time of nothing. Being suspended in time. Turn the waiting game into Production, Enjoyment, rest and renewal.

Me? I am waiting for Spring to go in the garden.