Home of Harold Wright. Accountant at Oliver Sawmills – largely responsible for construction of Anglican Church in Oliver. (Fourth in a series of classic Oliver homes taken in the winter time)
Archives for December 2017
She sat waiting in the Woolworth’s store, sharing a shelf with other dolls. Her body was shaped from soft pink cloth right down her legs, ending in socks of red cloth and stitched -on shoes of black.
Her hair was made of black yarn twisted in ringlets. She had black eyes painted on her fabric face, and a small red smile with rosy pink cheeks. Her dress was made of red cotton.
It was the most beautiful doll she had ever seen. Every day after school, she walked downtown justto gaze at her. It was Little Lulu all right, her favourite comic book character.
Christmas was coming and she hoped her parents would buy the doll for her, but knowing they were always short of money, the doll seemed unlikely. She was too young to get a job and too old for a Santa wish list. She would just have to be content with visiting and viewing at the store.
Then one day she entered the store and Lulu was gone! She looked around the toy department to see where else Lulu could be. A nice lady asked to help her. She said she was looking for the Lulu doll. The lady said it had been sold. Oh no! Tears filled her eyes and she ran from the store.
She didn’t venture downtown again, but kept busy after school making Christmas decorations and helping out with the baking, which consisted mainly of licking spoons.
Finally, it was Christmas morning. She was quite excited to see all the gifts that had appeared overnight. She had to pretend it was Santa’s work, as her parents thought she didn’t know otherwise.
Also, her younger sister was still a believer. First, it was get dressed and eat breakfast. Her parents thought it best to eat a decent meal before the onslaught of candies, cookies and cake.
Then it was present opening time.
Yes, there were the Barbara Ann Scott ice skates, a Nancy Drew book, new comic books, assorted articles of uninteresting clothing, a new ring and necklace which she put on right away, plus two books of cut-out dolls. She and her sister got to playing cut-outs right away.
Meanwhile, the parents oohed and aahed over everything and drank coffee. Father started folding up tissue from around the tree. Suddenly, “What’s this?” he said to Mother. It was an unwrapped box from Santa. He slowly removed the lid. There was – Lulu! It was the most beautiful doll she had ever seen.
“How are you today?” the uniformed woman asked. “It’s time for your lunch”.
She found herself being wheeled into the dining room. Someone had planted a tree in the middle of the room. The flashing lights were very bright and cast confusing shadows. Lunch was served, and she was glad she wasn’t one of the ones being hand fed but could manage on her own.
Later, back in her room, she was informed that a visitor was coming especially to see her. She waited. A knock. The door opened.
“Hi, Aunty. It’s me, Lila, your niece. Remember me? I’ve brought you some cookies and a present for Christmas.”
Christmas? Was that what the tree was about? She opened the shortbread.
“I made it myself,” Lila said. “Hope you like it!”
Then the wrapped box. Lila untied the bow. “I found this Aunty, at the old house. Mom said it belonged to you, when you were kids together.” The lid was off. There lay an old cloth doll. “Lulu!” she heard herself cry out. The tears came. It was the most beautiful doll she had ever seen or would see again.
September 11, 1934 – December 21, 2017
On Thursday, December 21, 2017, Mrs. Maila Mirjam Anderson of Oliver passed away unexpectedly at the South Okanagan General Hospital at the age of 83 years.
She was predeceased by her husband Raymond in 2003 and her eldest brother Mauno earlier in 2017.
Maila will be fondly remembered by her loving family including children Maida of Spain, Ann (Lyle), Tami, Danny (Joan), Liisa (Steve) and Eric (Diane); her sisters Maira and Maija; brother Eric as well as eleven grandchildren and eight great-grandchildren. She is also survived by numerous relatives in Finland.
Maila was mostly a stay at home Mom except for a short career working at the packinghouses in Oliver and Osoyoos.
Maila loved to camp and travel with her husband and family. She loved to go camping with her husband Ray in their camper van and later with her family; she especially loved to sit around the campfire and loved listening to the stories and all the shared laugher. She enjoyed a trip across Canada with Ray and their trips abroad to Finland, Spain, and Russia. In recent years she travelled to Florida and Mexico with her family. In 2014 she was so happy to share a very special trip to Finland with all of her daughters. Maila was looking forward to a trip to Mexico in February with her family.
Maila was a proud member of the Order of the Royal Purple in Oliver and just received her 50 Year Pin at their recent Christmas dinner. She also enjoyed volunteering at the local food bank.
Maila enjoyed attending church as a young girl in Sotkamo, Finland with her grandfather and when able, she attended the Oliver Alliance Church.
Maila thoroughly enjoyed making quilts for each of her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. She became a very accomplished cook and loved cooking for her family. Maila also found much enjoyment knitting, crocheting, reading and doing word search puzzles. She had a great sense of humour and loved to share laughter with her family and friends.
The family would like to thank Dr. J. R. Dimma, Dr. C. Rooke and Dr. K. Hill for the excellent care they provided Mom over the years. We would also like to thank the staff at SOGH for the great care they provided to our Mom, especially Chris. Lastly, we would like to thank the Home Support workers that faithfully cared for Mom every day.
A memorial service will be held at 1:00 P.M. Friday, December 29, 2017 at the Oliver Alliance Church followed by a reception in the church fellowship hall.
Donations are gratefully accepted for the Elks & Royal Purple Fund for Children, Suite 100, 2629 – 29th Avenue, Regina, SK, S4S 2N9.
Condolences and tributes may be directed to the family by visiting www.nunes-pottinger.com
For the past several years EZ Bins has donated a bin to the community of Naramata for the disposal of Christmas trees.
A recent article on ODN reports that there is a lack of options in Oliver. We have decided to place a large roll off bin in front of the EZ Storage facility at Gallagher Lake for the trees to start their journey to the compost pile.
The bin will be in place on January 2nd and will remain there until January 22nd.
Although this is still a bit of a drive for some it is closer than the landfill for most. This option is open to everyone and we just ask you to remember the bin is only for the clean trees, no tinsel or contaminants that cannot be composted, Perhaps if you are bringing your tree out grab your neighbor’s as well! We wish everyone a very Merry Christmas!
Fire Chief Bob Graham has offered the use of a portion of the parking lot for a bin to receive “real tree” disposal in the same time period as specified in the letter. We await a final confirmation from Ez Bins on this arrangement.
BOXING DAY DANCES
Following the prairie custom, our parents and all our relatives took their children to all the Boxing Day dances in the old Community Centre in Oliver. When the kids got tired, the folks made a bed on the floor with their coats and there we slept until it was time to go home. In the meantime, we had tons of fun dancing around with our Dads and Moms too and sitting by the old wood stove watching all the merriment.
It was also customary for my Dad and my Uncle Bruce Collen to have the first dance! No one really knows why, but they would get up and dance together for the first dance and then it was off to dance with everyone else. Uncle Bruce passed away in August of 1972 and Dad never danced with another guy until the Boxing Day Dance of 1976.
None of us knew that night that it would be our last dance with Uncle Bill Taylor but as usual, the family gathered together at the new Community Hall, grabbed a couple of tables, pushed them together and everyone got settled in.
Dad, Uncle Bill Shaw and Uncle Bill Taylor went to check out the bar and were back in 30 seconds fuming mad. There was no way in he** they were going to pay those ridiculous prices for liquor. Dad had been involved in a “buy a bottle, get a bunch back” scheme and had thirty or more bottles of liquor hidden in the closet in the bedroom.
Dad said, “Cmon Bill, c’mon Bill…we’re going to my house and get stocked up! Off the three guys went and in about an hour they were back with every pocket of their overcoats and suit jacket and pants had a bottle of some kind in them. They had rye, gin, vodka and bottles of beer…into Auntie Fran’s purse, into Mom’s purse, into Auntie Lil’s purse went the bottles and everyone knew you got your drinks from the “Shaw” stash! They did buy pop from the bar for mix though!
We had a wonderful party going on and of course the Shaw/Taylor table was the loudest by far! Lots of laughing, jokes being told, teasing and of course much dancing. We were a dancing family for sure. There was Mom and Dad, Auntie Fran and Uncle Bill, Auntie Lil and Uncle Bill, Sandy and Frank, Bill and Kathy, Judy and Glenn, Bobby and Peggy, Kenny and Ann, Lynn, Diane, Rob and Belinda, Norma and Brenda..Bill Shaw Jr and his wife Shona were the only ones not there as they were stationed way up northern Alberta and couldn’t make it home for Christmas that year.
Part way through the night, the liquor supply ran out so off they went back to the house and refilled all the bottles and back to the hall. I am surprised that no one figured this out but nothing was ever said.
After their second trip back, Dad and Uncle Bill Taylor were sitting talking with Auntie Fran and Mom and the subject of Dad dancing with Uncle Bruce came up. Well!!! “If Russ can dance with Bruce, he can darn well dance with me,” said Uncle Bill. The next thing you know, Dad’s foot came smashing down on the table, he was barely able to stand at this point, but he managed to tie up his shoes pretty nicely and off they went. A nice waltz, too! Those two goofs danced across the floor and they made a big circle around the hall just so everyone could see them dancing together…there was a lot of laughter at the sight of two guys barely able to stand cutting a pretty fine rug!! We all sat back and guffawed…Auntie Fran probably laughed the loudest as Mom was quite used to this.
And on went the party until it was time to go. When the dance was over, everyone got their coats on and kissed and hugged goodnight..see you tomorrow…another little party probably at Lil and Bill’s in the making.
When we got home, Mom hollers…”anyone want a turkey sandwich?”…a chorus of voices greeted her and Mom and Sandy made a platter of sandwiches and put on the coffee. We all had our fill and then it was off to bed. This was about 1:30 in the morning by now!
Things were all quiet when we hear a commotion coming from Mom and Dad’s room. Sandy and Frank were sleeping there. Next thing we know, Sandy is shouting at Frank and Frank is making a dash to the bathroom. Now, we are all up again and Sandy is just furious! It seems that Frank was feeling sick but couldn’t remember where the door of the bedroom was. First he ran into the wall, then he fell off the bed, then he ran into the windows and finally he ended up throwing up on the carpet…he said to Sandy in a sick little voice…”oh, don’t worry about it, just cover it up with newspaper!” That made Sandy mad and when she told us, we all laughed so hard we didn’t get much sleep that night. And of course, it had to be told the next night when the families had gathered together again! It has been brought up many times in the years since.
Uncle Bill Taylor passed away the following summer – Jun 26 1977 at Campbell River while on a fishing trip with Mom and Dad…a trip he was not supposed to go on because of his bad heart, but a trip that he knew he had to make. On that trip, he handed out presents long before they were due…to Auntie Fran, Mom and Dad’s anniversary, Dad’s birthday etc etc. It was as if he knew this was the end of the road for him. He died in his sleep that night after the gift giving.
The next Boxing Day dance was not the same, nor were they ever to be the same again without our beloved Uncle Bill…still miss him now! But we all remember those Boxing Day dances and the fun our families had just being together.
Merry Christmas to all
Oliver Parks and Recreation
You Learn – School District 53
SOS Medical Foundation – Penticton
Desert Valley Consulting – Warren Brown
Oliver Car and Truck
Alan Czepil – Lawyer
BC Tree Fruits – Osoyoos
SO Immigrant Community Services
Park Drive Massage
Oliver Shoes and Fashions
Alberto’s Decorating Centre
Nita Neufield – Realtor
Southern Valley Appliances
Gerry Plante Construction
Eastlink Curling Centre
Shopper’s Drug Mart
Firehall Bistro – Fotis Sotiros
Fire Hall Brewery
Oliver Ready Mix
Christ the King Catholic Church
Quail Security – Osoyoos
Ez group of Companies
Lakeside Travel – Osoyoos
Ag Foods – Osoyoos
Terratek – Penticton
Gallagher Lake Village
Swiss Solar – Summerland
3 Bar Construction
Valley Congregational Church
Buy Low Foods
Frank Venables Theatre
Christine Hewitt – Central Agencies
Big Al’s Bakery and Deli
Nu Beginnings Hair Design
K and K Construction
Oliver and District Heritage Society
Regional District Okanagan Similkameen
Town of Oliver
Royal Lepage Realty
Edward Jones – Brian Pawluk
Ok Photo Lab
Interior Savings Credit Union
Innervisions Hair Salon
Casorso and Co.
Knights of Columbus
Gord at Young’s Plumbing
Valley First Credit Union
Linda Larson, MLA
Oliver Tourism Association
Osoyoos Oliver Winery Association
Baldy Mountain Resort
Park Drive Church
A small scale turned windrow compost site could potentially be incorporated into the long term build out of the Oliver Landfill. The facility could take organics from Area A, Area C, Oliver and Osoyoos. A good example for this model would be the small scale compost site currently operational at the Osoyoos Landfill. The site uses a relatively inexpensive membrane and dry well to handle all leachate concerns.
A Regional Compost site is much larger. Even removing the wastewater treatment sludge as a feed stock, a Regional food waste compost site would be very large for the small Oliver Landfill property. A large space would be needed to compost and cure materials as well as store additional yard waste chips for blending with commercial food waste. Any impermeable base would most likely need to be concrete based due to wear and tear; raising the costs to move. A structure would be needed to contain odour.
It is likely that a Regional Compost site would impact the longevity of the Oliver Landfill by restricting access to the western section of the landfill and impeding future operations. At this time, there does not appear to be an opportunity to lease or purchase adjacent land. The Oliver Landfill is also the furthest site considered from the population centroid of the RDOS. Waste will have to be hauled a further distance than other sites. A transfer station for collection trucks in Penticton and Summerland would likely be required to better handle this greater distance of travel and would increase the overall costs to operate the facility.
Further investigation into the use of Oliver Landfill as a regional site would include the following activities:
· Any feasibility study for a Compost site would need to be dove tailed with a Design, Operations and Closure Plan for the Oliver landfill to gauge potential effects.
· A Solid Waste Management Planning exercise including public consultation would be required for a large scale Regional compost site.
· A detailed transportation study would need to be completed showing the location and costs of any potential transfer stations. The transfer station expense was only estimated broadly in existing documents. If a transfer station cannot be located, then it would be an issue for residential collection trucks (split trucks are not efficient in hauling long distances) accessing the site.
Senkulmen Business Park
A private compost firm, called Golden Mile Organics, proposed to develop a full Regional compost site at the Senkulmen Business Park near Gallagher Lake. The sites are fully serviced and available for lease through the Osoyoos Indian Band Development Corporation. A conservative odour model conducted by our consultant showed that this site would impact the highest number of homes, and Highway 97, in the event of moderate odour conditions as compared to all other sites considered.
The Business Park is also the second furthest site considered from the population centroid of the RDOS. The feasibility study also determined the need to set up a transfer station for residential collection trucks in Penticton and Summerland to better handle this greater distance of travel. As with the Oliver Landfill, this greatly increases the costs to operate the facility.
Campbell Mountain Landfill
Various feasibility studies were conducted for this site. The Design, Operations and Closure Plan was also recently updated showing the intended fill plan.
Challenges with this site include the following items:
· With the application of a biocover, there will be limited space for a compost site.
· The development of a Regional facility would entail a massive blasting and earth moving exercise due to the steep topography and spurs of bedrock along Spiller Rd and the start of Greyback Mountain Rd.
· The area is within the ALR.
Although the Campbell Mountain Landfill is centrally located there does not seem to be adequaspace at the site for a Regional Compost facility. A smaller wastewater treatment sludge compost site may be feasible above Spiller Rd.
Note – the RDOS board has rejected two sites – one in Marron Valley and one at Summerland.
For many years I found Christmas to be a really stressful time, not in the mood to be festive because I spend too much time worrying if I would get everything done in time.
Trying to find suitable gifts for an ever expanding family as each of the girls found partners, had children of their own and brought in-laws on to the scene. Dave’s siblings also married had children and then grandchildren.
Where does it stop, where do you draw the line? I would feel that I had completed the gift list when another in-law would drop by with a gift, it never seemed to end and it all seemed to be my responsibility to get the perfect balance between over indulgence and looking cheap.
I have written about this subject several times but around twelve years ago one of our daughters, who was heavily into drugs, suffered terrific spousal abuse and finished up with a broken back, broken arms and serious internal injuries, she was to spend the next few months flat on her back in a clam shell cast.
Her drug use had taken her away from the family circle as she was ashamed of her life style and found it easier not to deal with us or her sisters. Her drug dealer partner was not welcome in our home so our daughter would not come either. Her two young children were taken from her and were under their father’s care. It was a very sad situation and Dave and I were distraught. I constantly prayed for guidance but no answer seemed to come.
The awful abuse was the answer, a blessing in disguise, as her time in hospital got her out of the drug habit, she was amazed that her parents and sisters loved her unconditionally and wanted her back in the family circle. She spent two years living with her elder sister until she was well enough to get back to work and in to her own place. She eventually got her children back and was in a good place.
As Christmas approached that year I told my family that I did not want any gifts, instead I wanted donations made to the Women’s Shelter as I knew that many abused women did not have a loving family to support them and they needed help badly.
The whole family decided that we all were blessed with more than enough and every adult decided to have donations made instead of gifts. Grandchildren still got their gifts of course but all adults stopped the mad chase of finding gifts for family members. One of the girls came up with the idea of each household making two pages of their family photos, activities throughout the year. Each one of us made an identical set for each of the other households and, as the photos were already arranged on pages, they just needed to be slipped in our albums.
Most of the grandchildren are old enough now to enjoy some money which they can spend on anything they like so I do not need to do the hunt for presents except for the youngest two.
I now scoot through the festive season with a light heart and no shopping list. No more the pushing and shoving to find the right gift for anyone, no couple of days standing wrapping the mountain of boxes and writing out tags. Instead we write a cheque to our favourite charity and let the money help those who really need it.
Christmas should be a time of loving and giving but how much better to give to those who need it and, if this means less work for me, then that is a perfect gift to myself. There is now a peaceful, joyful place in my life where the stress used to be and I can really appreciate the true meaning of Christmas.
May the true blessings of Christmas be yours, every day of the year.
To be present is to be mentally here, not day dreaming with my mind wandering somewhere else. Getting present is deliberate and it can be my own conscious choice or, if a loud bang occurs I can be brought to the present by that external event. To stay present is also deliberate, like when I am putting together a jigsaw puzzle, intensely concentrating on a rubics cube or trying to find Waldo in one of those complicated pictures
What I decide to be present to is a great thing to notice. Pause and notice and laugh because most of the time I am giving my present moments to the trivial and irrelevant so much so that I can only laugh. People who seem to find success in life are able to stay present to what is important, what works, the positive rather than negative, the goal/prize. Doing this one thing is almost all of their secret to success. Choose what to be present to
To present something, or someone, is way more than to drop it/them off or to point to or to simply place. To present is to highlight, bring positive attention to, adorn and enhance, set a scene. If I present you with my business card I may hold it out for you with both hands and maybe even bow. To be presentable I need to be clean and in good repair, nicely dressed, crisp bright, attentive, almost like royalty
How might it feel to have a report given to you, compared to having it presented to you? If I am receiving a presentation, I am still, paying attention to you and I would guess I might even feel a little bit honoured, like when Grandchildren present their play that they just made up. To give a presentation and to receive it, are special in a way that the parcel found at the door cannot compare with
Christmas, among other things, is a time of presents. When we are present while receiving presents we receive beyond the item being presented. When we give our present from a place of being present, we give beyond the item we present. May all of your presents include your presence, whether you give or you receive.
At this season of gift-giving we are urged to remember that Jesus was God’s very special Gift to us. He was the epitome of God’s statement to us. We would be terribly hurt if someone completely ignored a gift from us. How have we treated God’s gift?
- Every day, everywhere, to everyone He speaks through the gift of creation. As one example, when a microscopic sperm unites with a microscopic egg, a complete blueprint for an adult human being is put into place. After a few days of cell multiplication the stem cells diversify into many different cells like muscle, nerve, skin, blood, and brain. The different organs form. The complete blueprint, equivalent to library of instructions, is contained in one microscopic cell. We are indeed “fearfully and wonderfully made” Ps. 139:14. The same kind of wonders exist all around us. They are a gift to us. When God speaks this way it is awesome, but we can choose to ignore it.
- When those cells and organs form the human being, we also develop a sense of right and wrong. Everyone everywhere is affected. We know that we fall short. We are sinners. Conscience is a gift by which He speaks in a compelling way but we can choose to ignore it.
- Beyond looking within we become aware that around us the picture is no better. Something is terribly wrong in the world. Violence, crime, hatred, selfishness, and greed are everywhere. God practically shouts at us in the news headlines. When He speaks to us through circumstances it is with a challenging voice, but again we can just ignore it.
- Alright, says God, I’ll put it in writing. Over 95% of the world’s population has a substantial, or even complete, translation of the Bible available in the native language. In it God speaks with commanding authority. It rings true, comes true and makes people true in a way no other book ever has. It’s another gift. But again, we may choose to ignore it.
- God’s final word is embodied in the Person of His Son, whose coming we celebrate this month. John 1 calls Him the Word, “and the Word became flesh and dwelt among us.” Jn. 1:14 It’s as though God is calling to us from the cross where Jesus died, saying, “This is my final invitation. If you insist on going lost it will have to be over my dead body.” And we have a choice, we can ignore it.