Prince Albert Voice
Several years ago, I was inspired by memories of my English born paternal Grandmother, who was an avid knitter and crocheter, to create an Afghan made out of bright, cheerful colours. When I completed the first one, I began a second one for my Mother’s bed. It took me ninety hours just to complete the multi-coloured Granny Squares and then it took more time to weave in the stray pieces of yarn and crochet them altogether in a way that satisfied my eye aesthetically. When it was done, I gifted it to my Mother and she used it on her bed daily. She had a friend who would visit. Often her friend would get up and go and lay on my Mother’s bed where she would remain for a few hours. Then she would get up and return to her own apartment elsewhere in the building. This had been going on for about a week and I visited my Mom one day, saw the Afghan on her bed and ran my hand over the squares, proud of the work I’d done in making this gift for my Mom. And then I felt it - a hole that didn’t belong. And another. Then another. Upon closer inspection, it looked as if someone had taken a pair of scissors and systematically cut holes into the Afghan. I called my Mom and showed her, consulting her to see if it was an error on my part and my stitches had come loose. I didn’t want to believe someone had been so malicious as to vandalize what I considered a piece of art, an heirloom and a tribute to my Grandmother and Mother, the woman who had taught me to crochet Granny Squares in the first place. I still haven’t figured out how to repair the Afghan. When I do, it will still be beautiful and the repairs will be a part of the story that is the legacy of all quilts made by hand. Each piece has a story to tell.
… to talk about our 2021 garden planning? I hope not because, to tell the truth, I start looking for the first seed catalogs in the mail on December 21, the first day of winter. And quite honestly, that IS when my seasonal depression begins – no kidding. On the shortest day of the year, I already feel the effects of not having the sun give my body enough vitamins and my mood is affected. So what do I do between the time I pull up my last plant from the garden and my first seed catalog arrives?
All of us, at some point in our lives, are educators, teachers and role models to others. Sometimes we don’t understand the power of the influence we have on others, especially children. I recently talked with someone who has helped remind me how much children look up to the people who encourage them in their everyday lives. And now I’d like to introduce him to you.
Last August my family and I learned the Nutrien Fireworks Festival would be postponed from the September long weekend 2020 to the Family Day Long Weekend 2021. Immediately my family and I started to prepare to attend. The pandemic has already taken so many things away from the children, we didn’t want them to lose this weekend as well. It has become our tradition to attend at least one of the nightly fireworks events in the past and we didn’t want to lose this special opportunity to combine our family celebrations with the fireworks festival.
Bigfoot. Sasquatch. Loc Nes Monster. Little People. Leprechauns. Fireballs. The Blarney Stone. Witikos. Rougarou. White Light Balls. Nenebush. Wisakechak. Ti Jean. Zombies. St. Louis Phantom Light. Shape shifters. Ghosts. I think every culture has some mysterious stories that support a deeply cultural oral history that supersedes any other belief system people may have. The month of February has been designated Aboriginal Story Telling month and, as such, there are a lot of virtual events happening through local libraries, Métis locals and community Literacy councils. It’s a wonderful way for people to share the legacy of oral traditions and storytelling. And for Aboriginal people around the world, oral traditional stories have been an excellent way of not only sharing the history of their ancestors with the next generation, it’s also allowed the traditional first language to stay alive and be passed forward. Each story provides the listener something to learn. And one of the really terrific things about oral stories is, depending on what the hearer is going through in their life, each story represents different lessons that can be learned and applied in an individual’s life. So I thought I’d share some stories with you this week. Nothing too scary but each has a lesson, which has value no matter what anyone thinks of the story.