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SO Concert Society
EARLY BIRD PRICES IN EFFECT UNTIL MAY 31ST
Don’t miss the Early Bird prices in effect until May 31st for the next South Okanagan Concert Society season. Get your choice of seating in the beautiful Venables Theatre. Concerts are on Friday evenings with the curtain going up at 7:30 pm. Look forward to four outstanding performances to cheer your spirit as the light disappears over the winter months. At Early Bird prices you can get all four shows for only $76 ($19 ea).
What’s on? First, October 12th is the Marc Atkinson Trio featuring Atkinson’s fiery but elegant guitar style, the laidback humour and ‘good time’ feel of Canada’s West Coast and a trio known for it sensually charged and ferociously awe inspiring technical skill. Violinist Cameron Wilson, composer and arranger, will add his much lauded talents to the mix.
November 16th, Double-Double Duo will perform original arrangements of classical showpieces, sensitive jazz ballads and fiery folk music from around the globe. Each duo member is a ‘double threat’ on two instruments: Kornel Wolak (clarinet/piano) and Michael Bridge (accordions/piano). Classically trained international soloists, they bring comedy, virtuosity and musical sensitivity to their broad repertoire.
February 15, 2019 Duo Fortin-Poirier, made up of pianists Amelie Fortin and Marie-Christine Poirier, have distinguished themselves with fiery four-hand interpretations remarkable for their vitality and wit. A close affinity between their playing styles along with a sharp, shared sensitivity fuel their extraordinary ensemble playing. Since they started in 2005, this duo has made waves in Canada and abroad. Much loved in Quebec, their albums are broadcast regularly .
Finally, on March 29th an amazing 8 cellos will be on stage with O-Celli, a musical project started in Brussels and characterized by its originality and dynamic presentation. All 8 musicians share their passion for the extraordinary richness of their instrument. They have performed in many European festivals in Belgium and France, toured in eastern Canada and recently performed in Switzerland and Luxembourg. They are not to be missed.
So don’t delay. Take advantage of the Early Bird prices and get set for a stimulating and exciting new concert season.
With the Mayor absent Monday evening – council decided not to discuss this sensitive issue at this time.
Councillor Larry Schwartzenberger told council he would also like to hear the reaction of all local government jurisdictions like Rural Area A Osoyoos, Town of Osoyoos and Rural Area C Oliver. Town CAO Cathy Cowan says she has scheduled a meeting for staff at the OIB and herself to explore directions and options.
Letter from Osoyoos Indian Band
“Please be advised that the OIB will not participate in the Terms of Reference ( TOR) for the pool feasibility study as proposed by the Town of Oliver, Town of Osoyoos, and the RDOS. Moving forward, all references to OIB in the TOR which indicate our support for the collective’s pool feasibility study should be removed.
OIB’s plans to move forward with the new regional recreation complex on a site of our choosing. Specifically we will be investigating lands near Osoyoos adjacent to the Petro Canada or on our territorial lands between the two towns as we have discussed. A key determining factor for any decision to place the site will be based on the economic business case and the extent to which the surrounding communities provide financial support.
Our council believes the new facility will be a significant new asset for the South Okanagan and will attract new residents and new businesses.
In the coming weeks, OIB will be looking for support from all parties for our application for funding to various foundations and private philanthropists, various federal and provincial governments and Indigenous & Northern Affairs Canada in the form of letters of support from those who are interested in moving forward collaboratively with us to complete the arena and pool feasibility studies and contribute proportionately to the costs of the project.
If you have any questions, please direct them to me.”
OIB Chief Operating Officer
Growing up in small town England meant always doing what everyone else did. Even if it was not really your idea to follow the crowd, you did it so you didn’t feel “odd man out”.
As a child I was sent to children’s church, every Sunday morning and Sunday school on Sunday afternoons. Neither my grandma nor my mother went but I had to go. I liked the singing and loved to watch the sun come through the lovely coloured glass of the church windows, I also loved colouring and bible stories in Sunday school. However, I resented the fact that Sundays meant good clothes and not being allowed to play out.
None of my friends went to either of the services and there was a strict rule of not playing out on Sundays. I would get home from church in time for Sunday dinner then have to sit and read until time for Sunday school at 2.00pm. I was home around 3.00 and then had to play by myself till bedtime. In those days we had no t.v., so it was read or do a jigsaw. The good clothes were not allowed to be soiled so good behaviour was a must.
On summer afternoons we would go the family walk. This meant my mom’s brothers and sisters and all their kids would meet us at an assembly point and we would walk the three miles or so to our destination which was a Norman barn in the country where jugs of tea could be purchased. Here would be hundreds of other families who made the same Sunday pilgrimage, namely in the cause of having family fun.
I had a ton of cousins who were all younger than I, my brother who was seven years older than myself never came along as he simply refused to go. I was not given the choice so had to play with my boring younger cousins none of whom were able to catch a ball or play hide and seek. The adults didn’t want me hanging around them and I wasn’t allowed to go out of sight or seek company of my own age so I usually finished up sulking and getting told off.
Yes Sundays were a pain, but there was one exception! This was Sermons Sunday. All the churches had sermon Sunday once a year. I honestly didn’t know why they were called that but it was the day when the church congregation dressed up and paraded round the town. All the little girls wore a white dress and white shoes, I loved this as it was so nice to wear something pretty and not the usual “sensible” Sunday clothing.
“Good” clothes were always kept for best and changed once back home, by the time I was able to wear them for every day, I had almost grown out of them and they were handed down to one of my cousins. I thought this most unfair but I had very little say in the matter. However, sermons day clothes were really pretty, lacy and not in the least sensible, I loved my special dress. The day would usually be hot and there was no morning church that day, we would all assemble near the church, behind a brass band.
Brass bands were popular and every town had at least one, usually made up of members from the Legion or other such group. It was always such excitement when the big drum would call us all to order. First in line would be some of the men holding a huge banner depicting the name of the church, this would catch the wind and the guys had quite a time holding it upright. Sunday school children followed the banner and church adults would follow on. I remember feeling like a film star as we walked around town.
The march would last about an hour then back to church for the boring part of listening to the sermon, then into the church hall for special refreshments, it was a lovely day. Each church would have their special day and it was always fun to watch them go by.
I was only allowed to wear the lovely white dress for very special occasions, so I grew out of it and it was given to a cousin who would be allowed to wear it for school, not fair and I really resented it. This cousin was two years younger than me and was one of six children, brought up in a less than orderly house, where things didn’t have to be kept for best or even looked after.
Apart from my older brother I was the eldest grandchild, with five aunts and uncles plus grandma, I was given several dolls for birthdays or Christmas. I was not allowed to do much with my dolls only have tea parties. They were not to be undressed or bathed so they stayed in very good condition. My cousin always broke her own dolls and when she visited she would whine because my dolls were in good condition.
She went home with one of my treasures every time and no amount of crying on my part would prevent the loss of my dolls. It seemed that every time she came to the house she was given one of my things, which to me seemed most unfair. However my reluctance to give her my things would result in me being called selfish and childish by grandma. I quite often got put to bed early for making a fuss, here I would enjoy my misery by planning various punishments on those who were so mean to me. I would imagine my self dying of sadness and all my relatives weeping round my casket, regretting how badly they had treated me.
I seem to have spent a good deal of my childhood pouting and sulking, I must have been a real joy to be around. However, my resentment to that particular cousin still sits in the back of my mind. I have lost touch with her over the years but to me she is still the person who got all my good stuff and I honestly do not feel the need to make an effort to locate her. I guess I am still inwardly sulking and nobody can do a darn thing about it, I shall pout to my heart’s content.