Archives for March 5, 2017
What is news?
When should news be shielded from those most affected?
A couple of stories – a few years ago I walked into a fire scene – talked to a policeman – took my shot and went home and published a story about a fire in a truck – not knowing that a person had perished in that fire.
I took a lot of flack for that. Honest reporting.
This morning I was notified of a death involving an Oliver resident in an accident miles and miles away.
As it turns out – I know the family – but in the end – I need to say all the details of that death released by family members on “widely publicized ” media – Global BC and the Sun/Province.
Should ODN hold back publishing information because those who have died – live in Oliver?
What is news?
Jack Bennest, Publisher
The South Okanagan Midget and Peewee Rep hockey teams are league winners and are heading to provincials March 18th. The Midgets will be going to Terrace and the Peewees will be heading to Dawson Creek. In preparation for their trips to the north the teams are doing co-fundraising to help with the cost.
-There will be a pub night in Osoyoos Saturday March 11 which will be a buffet at the Owl Pub in Osoyoos from 4-7 and tickets are $20ea.
-We are also continuing our bottle drive so any empties anyone wants to donate are appreciated.
-We also have raffle tickets available $5ea or 5/$20 with a $1000 cash first prize and $500 gas card as second prize.
-We will be on location at No frills and Buylow in Oliver and AG foods and Buylow in Osoyoos Sat March 11 if anyone wants to drop off bottles and we will be selling raffle tickets to those interested.
Come out and support your local boys representing our great communities in the north!
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March 4, 2017
The truck driver pulled alive from a wreckage after two days trapped inside his vehicle has died according to Global News.
The accident happened sometime on Feb. 28 when Pat Gaudet, 45, was travelling on Highway 3 in the area of Rhododendron Flats in Manning Park. Gaudet’s 140,000-pound semi-truck owned by Sutco ended up tumbling over 100 feet – down a steep embankment.
When Gaudet did not arrive at his destination on time, fellow employees attempted to reach him but didn’t get a response.
By 11 a.m. on Mar. 1, a search was activated. RCMP and Chilliwack search crews drove the stretch of highway several times before someone finally noticed the truck far down the embankment.
Gaudet worked as a truck driver in B.C. for 25 years and had been with his employer Sutco for three years. He was originally from Prince Edward Island, but lived with his family in Oliver, B.C.
Driver freed after spending two days trapped in truck down 200-foot embankment
March 3, 2017
Search and rescue crews work to remove a driver trapped in the cab of his truck about 200 metres down an embankment in Manning Park on Thursday.
A truck driver who was trapped inside his overturned vehicle for two days, strapped in upside down on a steep slope off a snowy southern Interior mountain highway, was in hospital on Friday with life-threatening injuries.
He had gone missing late Tuesday night, say the RCMP, when his truck careened off Highway 3 and down a steep slope near Rhododendron Flats in Manning Park. Mounties were notified of the missing trucker Wednesday morning, and conducted several patrols along his planned route throughout the day.
It wasn’t until 10:30 a.m. Thursday when a Search and Rescue volunteer noticed some odd marks on the side of the highway.
Source: Global BC, Vancouver Sun, Chilliwack Search and Rescue
VICTORIA – Representatives of the BC Public School Employers’ Association (BCPSEA), the BC Teachers’ Federation (BCTF), the Public Sector Employers’ Council Secretariat, and the Ministry of Education have reached a tentative Memorandum of Agreement (MoA) negotiated pursuant to Letter of Understanding (LoU) No. 17 to the 2013-2019 BCPSEA-BCTF Provincial Collective Agreement.
On Nov. 10, 2016, the Supreme Court of Canada issued its decision regarding the deletion of certain BCPSEA-BCTF Provincial Collective Agreement provisions by the Education Improvement Act. The Court’s decision restored the deleted provisions, which triggered the negotiation process under LoU No. 17, which states:
“If the final judgment affects the content of the collective agreement by fully or partially restoring the 2002 language, the parties will reopen the collective agreement on this issue and the parties will bargain from the restored language. The Education Fund provisions will continue in effect until there is agreement regarding implementation and/or changes to the restored language.”
Given the Court’s restoration of nearly 1,400 clauses across 60 collective agreements, it was important for the parties to determine how to implement the restored language within the context of an education system that had evolved over the past 15 years. The tentative MoA provides clarity related to class size and composition, non-enrolling staff and process language that are now restored.
LoU No.17 negotiations began on Nov. 30, 2016 and spanned across 27 bargaining sessions. The BCTF will put the MOA forward for ratification by its members over the coming week. Details of the MOA will be available once the BCTF ratification process is complete.
I had always wanted to train to be a vet but my mother’s decision to emigrate to the USA, meant I had to leave school at 15 and earn some money. On my last day of school I was told to have a job, before I went home and this I did.
School leaving in Lancashire had no ceremony only an assembly of the whole school, singing a hymn, hearing a blessing for our future and then it was out the door and get on with your life.
Living in a small town, everyone knew where jobs were available so I found employment at the first place I applied. It was at a factory where we made cellophane, complete with a tear tape, for easy opening of cigarette packs, vending machine sandwiches and other pre-wrapped items.
I was expected to learn every job in the factory so I could fill in at any position. In those days there was no such thing as inappropriate sexual behaviouri n the workplace. So a guy looking for a quick grope, in a dark corridor was thought of as “as bit of a lad” and nobody ever thought of complaining , or you would be thought of as a trouble maker, so getting from one part of the plant to another was something of an adventure.
These were the days of women wearing dresses and before the advent of panty hose, so groping could get out of hand in a hurry. Quite a wake up for a fifteen year old who had led a rather sheltered life up to this point.. The guys with the roving hands would strut through the factory making obscene gestures which the older women thought were funny, the blushes of young girls were a cause of derision so you soon learned to go along with the sniggering, even though it felt wrong.
Later in life I trained to work in commercial cooking, starting with several years in a private hospital for mentally challenged adults. The head cook was really into practical jokes and lots of them were directed at me. I once drove all around town doing various errands until a policeman pulled me over and asked me about the ladies underpants hanging on my licence plate. They had been liberally spread with peanut butter around the crotch and displayed beautifully by hanging from my rear plate. I guess I had just not approached the car from the rear, so had not seen the display.
Another time I went into the bank to deposit my cheque and, as I pulled out my wallet, I showered the counter and floor with sugar. She had poured a generous amount of sugar into my purse. It took me ages to get rid of the sticky stuff from my purse and the bank workers were none too thrilled. We had a staff washroom which the residents would sneak into from time to time. One day there was a huge, wet, brown sock hanging in the bowl and over the toilet seat. Needless to say, at first sight it did not look like a sock and, the first staff member to discover the horror shrieked at the sight. Eileen’s fit of giggles soon gave away the culprit.
My next job was at a large facility for assisted living where I cooked breakfast and lunch for 85 seniors. They were a lovely bunch and I really enjoyed them. They were so appreciative of the prepared meals and always had something nice to say to me. The meals were served cafeteria style so the residents pushed their tray along a rail, while I dished up whatever they liked, if they didn’t walk well, it was carried to their table by one of my helpers.
One elderly gentleman took a real shine to me and every morning he held out a closed hand, for me to take whatever was inside it. It was quite often a candy but now and again he would surprise me with a caterpillar or a fake eyeball. He had a walker so one of us had to carry his meal to the dining table. One lunchtime, I got my own back for all his jokes, I placed his covered plate in front of him and when he raised the cover he found two raw chicken feet and plastic dog poop. After that he either gave me a candy or a flower.
The head cook was a bit of a tartar and she made the rules, one being that no-one was allowed into the dining room before a particular time. While they waited to be
allowed in, the residents sat in the hallway and I could hear most of their conversations. The main subject of choice, every single morning was bowels, or the movement of same. We in the kitchen, all being young and healthy, thought this was hilarious and made much fun of the subject.
Years later, when we owned the motel, two of our winter tenants were very reluctant to leave their room while I cleaned, however, I insisted I get an hour in the room. They used the time to go grocery shopping. They had a wall calendar that had something entered in every day, strange for people who never went out. One day curiosity got the better of me and I brought my glasses, the entries read…bowel movement, bowel movement, good bowel movement and so on, every day of the month.
To this day Dave yells at me to “mark the calendar”, after a trip to the bathroom, luckily bowel movements are not a problem for either of us but I shudder to think of the day when it is an event worth celebrating.
A group of tourists were visiting a sheep farm in Australia at shearing time. Hundreds of sheep were in an enclosure awaiting their turn to be shorn. The tour guide decided to demonstrate the remarkable ability of a mother sheep to detect the cry of its own lamb. The guide placed a little lamb on the opposite corner of the enclosure from where the mother was. For a while the lamb stood still. Then it realized that it was separated from its mother. It began to let out a weak but distressed ‘baa’. Amidst the shouting of the shearers, the bleating of hundreds of other sheep and the noise of the shears the mother immediately picked up the lamb’s cry and pushed her way through the herd to find the lamb.
Ever wonder how God can possibly notice our cry for help? We are told that He is ready to listen, willing to help and able to deliver any of His ‘children’ even when lost among the more than 6 billion people on earth.
Help is a cry away,