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Archives for August 3, 2015
On 2015-08-03 at 04:31hrs a neighbour who lives near Tickleberries Ice Cream shop in Okanagan Falls called the Penticton RCMP to report a break in at the shop. Caller was woken up by a loud noise and the audible alarm sounding. When they looked outside a vehicle had backed into the shop, knocking out a door and wall. One person was seen going inside-no description obtained. The person got back into the vehicle and departed South on Hwy 97. Vehicle may have been a dark coloured explorer. Oliver RCMP members advised. Police attended and cleared the business. There was broken tinted glass at the scene suggesting the vehicles rear window got smashed out. A safe was targeted but no entry gained to the safe. Thousands of dollars in damage caused by the vehicle but nothing else disturbed. Nothing taken. Surveillance video on-site. FIS requested to attend to process scene. This matter is still under investigation
In SUMMERLAND vehicle ramming break and enters 4x.
Pharmasave, Summerland Golf Club, Kettle Valley Steam Train and Sumac Ridge Winery all hit causing extensive damage to the buildings. Suspects were driving a large 4×4 pickup, dark colour (possibly grey) with a red Tidy Tank visible in the box. Vehicle failed to stop for Police, last seen leaving downtown after Sumac Ridge B&E. Vehicle will have extensive damage. Suspects stole a number of golf clubs and drivers. Members from Penticton assisted with road checks and patrols, but the vehicle was not located. (For more detailed information on these matters, media will need to contact Summerland RCMP)
“Please share and keep your eyes open for an SUV with a fully broken back window
This morning two people smashed into our giftshop and did horrific damage
Please help spread the word”
The operators of Tickleberry’s ice cream parlour in Okanagan Falls reported on Facebook this morning that their gift shop had been seriously damaged by a vehicle collision with the building.
A wall was pushed in by the force of the impact, scattering debris inside the shop and leaving broken glass from the vehicle all over the ground.
The owners asked customers to be on the lookout for an SUV with a broken back window.
Photos on Tickleberry’s FB page show the destruction inside and out at the popular tourist spot on Highway 97.
The proprietors say two people smashed the gift shop and did “horrific damage.”
I would like to thank the community of Oliver for their incredible show of support and concern, and I am truly humbled by the acts of kindness that I have received. And I would like the community to know that I was released from Kelowna General Hospital on Thursday the 30th of July and have been recuperating and healing surprisingly quickly for someone that was shoot in the back and underwent surgery that included the removal of my spleen.
When my truck was stolen it was loaded with wood that I had harvested earlier that day, and was dumped somewhere west of Oliver in the Fairview road area. I would like to appeal to the individual that may of come across it and removed it to please contact me, so that I might be able to retrieve it. I am more than willing to compensate the person for the time it took to gather up, and that I will make arrangements to have it picked up at their location. The wood was harvested for a project that I have yet to complete and I will need as soon as I am able to get back to work.
Thanks again to the Town of Oliver, and I am very appreciative on the new lease on life that I have been granted.
Sincerely Wayne Belleville
Is it just me or does everyone miss getting real letters? Computers are great, I wouldn’t be without one, but I do miss opening a real, handwritten letter.
It used to be when the mail arrived, I would put it aside until I had my mid morning coffee, then I would sit and go through the mail. The window envelopes were quickly perused, bills were a necessity of life, but not a thrill to read. Next were the unsolicited stuff, fliers, shiny coloured advertising material and offers for bargain prices on carpet cleaning or new reading glasses. These were quickly scanned and put aside.
Last would be the letters, fat envelopes with news from far away friends, maybe a photograph or two. Sipping on my coffee I would open the letters and settle down to read them. Friends in far away places always seemed to be having a more exciting life than I but, even if the news was unexciting, I savoured the words as they rolled off the pages. It was one of the best parts of the day. I could recall fun days spent with this special friend, in a less busy time and I knew they had been thinking of me when they put pen to paper, not as a chore to be dashed off, but a good friend, seldom seen, to share news with.
Email is a great way to go, I use it often and cannot imagine my life without it now. All four of my daughters work and have busy social lives so, no way do they have the time to sit and write letters. I do not phone them for the same reason, they are either working or out doing other things. Sometimes we do call one another, but email is the usual form of communication. However, there is really something wonderful about a letter through the regular mail.
Nowadays, the pleasure of a letter is as rare event. Of course, there are always greetings cards for birthdays and various other events but, they very rarely have anything other than the greeting, no news, no recalling fun events of the past, just a hasty greeting from someone with a busy life.
I have fallen into the same habit as most of my former correspondents, email or a quick card, so it is no wonder that I do not get the wonderful replies of a less busy time. The same care I used to take reading and enjoying mail, was spent replying to those letters. My imagination knew no bounds as I told my English friends about my life in Canada and all the differences of life in another country, I could fill page after page of mainly drivel, but I knew that my friends would enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed reading their news.
Today’s mail seldom has anything worth saving until coffee time. We do not even have the satisfying “thunk” as the mail hits the mat. Today’s mail is delivered to a box on the corner of the street, to be collected when coming home from a shopping trip or walking the dog. It is a hodgepodge of fliers and advertising junk, oh wait, there is a postcard, someone sending me tales of an exciting trip they are on. But no, it is addressed to the dog, from the vet, reminding her to tell me it is time for her shots. Great, the dog gets more mail than I do.
We emigrated from England over forty years ago and for many years there was all sorts of exciting mail for several weeks before Christmas. However, over the years, this has changed to a form letter that is written to all and sundry. It contains news of the achievements of grandchildren that I have never met, and inlaws that are all new additions to their families. Nothing much about what our friends are doing, apart from tales of vacations in exotic lands.
I have always faithfully sent of my Christmas letters and cards, with a current photo of Dave and I, showing our white hair and wrinkles, however, last year I didn’t send out cards and didn’t write letters. I had a bout of depression a couple of months before Christmas and the thought of writing letters seemed such a monumental chore that I just skipped the whole thing. I really enjoy writing to people but the idea of trying to come up with interesting news, when I felt so awful, seemed ridiculous.
Probably some of our friends thought we were dead as the letters have been written in good time to arrive before Christmas for forty years, then nothing. We got our usual number of cards and form letters, but I didn’t feel guilty about not sending letters as I read the meaningless words. Our friends from forty years ago are still in my thoughts but it was obvious that they really had nothing left to say.
What a pity that the art of letter writing is now a thing of the past. I honestly do not think that my grandchildren realize that it can be done. Email is so fast and so is the phone, it seems that life is now just one long instant message. I still enjoy putting pen to paper and frequently write to dear friends, I know that they will make the time to enjoy reading a letter and wait until they have their morning coffee, before they can devote a little special time to think of me.