Archives for May 19, 2018
Last week was Mother’s Day, that special Sunday when mom lies in bed, listening to the sound of havoc being created in her kitchen and wishing she could get up and prevent the inevitable chaos that would be left in the wake of young children getting a special breakfast made for her.
The look of pride that is on the faces of the kids peering through the bedroom door, is priceless, and the good mom will look surprised and delighted at the sticky mess that is presented to her. She will assume a look of pure rapture as she cuts into the French toast oozing with syrup and lovingly admires the wilted flower that is hanging over the rim of a water glass. She will drink the weak, milky tea or coffee and make the appropriate appreciative noises.
As the kids all pile on the bed and share in the feast she will try not to think of the sticky mess that is being smeared on the sheets. She knows that her “special” day of rest is going to be a day of laundry and kitchen clean-up. However, these are the things to remember when you are older and your children are living elsewhere, having their children make breakfast for them.
Young, over-worked mums often feel like a walking nursery, they have huge bags that have room for toys, graham crackers, sippy cups, diapers, a clean tee shirt and all the other one hundred and one things that your child may need when leaving the house, the thought of ever going out carrying a small purse, seems like a dream.
A mom isn’t a person in her own right, but a child’s mother and that seems to be her only claim to identity.
However, it does all come to an end and what do we do? We spend a couple of years being our own person then we start hankering for grandchildren. In your mid forties, when you are finally enjoying a neat, fingerprint free home and having the luxury of going out with your friends, for a leisurely lunch, you acquire a high chair and a folding crib “because the baby is coming to visit”. The woman, who couldn’t wait to get rid of the last diaper just a few years ago, is now spending hours in the infant department, oohing and aahing over tiny garments.
How many of us still hang on to the little art projects that our children made all those years ago and presented to us on birthdays or Mother’s Day. I still come across little things tucked in drawers that take me back over forty years. The half walnut shell with a whole peanut, eyes drawn in black crayon, tucked under a cotton ball coverlet. A cotton hanging thread is attached and it used to hang on my Christmas tree every year, along with the clothes pin reindeer and the paper snowflakes. These were viewed in horror by my sophisticated fifteen year old, when placed on the tree. However I didn’t mention it, years later, when similar things hung on her tree, by her delighted little ones.
A vase, lovingly painted by my 8th grader, leaks and can’t be used for flowers, but makes a wonderful container for utensils. A breadboard, made in high school, of various woods and lovingly smoothed and varnished, used every single day.
How about the very dog-eared copy of I’ll love you Forever, or Goodnight Moon, that I still can shed a tear over before placing back in the bottom drawer of my chest.
Mother’s Day is every day. Mothers should be much appreciated, they raise the next generation and surely, that is a tremendously important job. I remember so well when I had four preschoolers and had an abscessed tooth. I begged Dave to take the day off work so I could stay in bed for the morning. His reply, as he walked out of the door was, “just don’t do anything.” No, I didn’t kill him on the spot, I survived the day and many others in our fifty three year marriage, but never will I look in disgust at a mom with a child having a tantrum in a store.
Being a mom is probably the hardest job in the world, in the end it is the most rewarding, but for those early years and right through the teenage angst, every mom deserves our respect. Let’s give her our support.
Publisher: Hear Hear !!
Source: RCMP quarterly report
Target Prolific Offenders
Construction Theft ‐ A break and enter to a large construction site at Phantom Creek Winesresulted in the theft of high value construction equipment. The initial value of the theft wasapproximately $270,000. Oliver RCMP were able to recover a majority of the construction equipmentto a value of $230,000 dollars and return it to the construction company.
Arson Leads to Assault ‐ A male started a fire in the cardboard recycling container behind the Oliver Mall. The male was identified and arrested the same day, charged for multiple Criminal Offences including Arson. Ten days later the same male was arrested for using an axe to break into a local business and during the arrest he attempted to strike the RCMP dog with the axe. He has been charged with multiple serious Criminal Code Offences and remains in custody.
Regional Criminals ‐ On March 7, 2018. Osoyoos detachment received reports of a suspicious vehicle in the hills above the Osoyoos Golf Course. Members attended the area on a UTV and located a 36‐year‐old male from Summerland and 21‐year‐old female from Penticton stuck in deep mud. The two were in a vehicle owned by an Osoyoos resident who is known to associate with very active property offenders. Although nothing criminal was found on them at the time, Osoyoos detachment continues to monitor this group including a subsequent arrest of the male for an outstanding warrant. Investigations continue into this group who are believed to be responsible for an increase in property crime in the area.
No Holiday ‐ During the month of March, Osoyoos Detachment responded to several calls of break and enters and thefts from recreational trailers/motorhomes on Lakeshore Drive. In one instance the suspect entered a unit while the owners were sleeping and stole a wallet as well as the owner’s vehicle. A great deal of resources and time was spent investigating these occurrences and in early April a 51‐year‐old male was arrested. He is currently facing charges on one of the break and enters. Police are still actively investigating the others and expect more charges to follow. Although the male had been residing in Osoyoos in 2014, he had left for a few years and spent some time in jail after Osoyoos RCMP arrested and charged him for other break and enters to recreational vehicles. It is believed he only returned within a month.
Production for the Purpose of Trafficking – On March 8th FIS assisted FSOC and the Clandestine Lab team with a search warrant at a rural residence near Osoyoos. The residence was used for the production of methamphetamines.
“They were hard-working, positive, and a credit to our school,” said teacher Dee Simpson. “Not sure how many bags they filled, but we had six shovels going the whole time and one group said they had filled 170 bags!”
Way to go, students: thank you for your community-mindedness.
Submitted by Benita Baerg
To condition is to prepare, to get ready, like to make the condition of the wall ready for paint. I can condition myself to run a marathon. That could be a long time, at least twelve weeks because the condition I am in, is so far from the condition I need to be, in order to complete the run without injuries. The condition of something is its present state, whether that be what is wanted or not. One of those ‘just is’ things
Conditions precedent is a list of things that need to be proven completed before an agreement, like the sale of a house, can be consummated. Those could also be quite simple, like if you don’t take off your muddy shoes you are not permitted in the kitchen. Another simple example is ‘pants first, then shoes’ when getting dressed. The temperature needs to be at or below minus four degrees is a condition to have snow fall
My condition can refer to my mental rather than my physical state. My condition could be poorly, thinking I am broken or weak. I could be frisky and optimistic, unstoppable. Yet, my condition could be entirely in my mind as I lay paralyzed waiting for morning (as when I had GBS some years ago). Arnold Schwarzenegger was known to taunt his body building competitors to undermine their actual physical condition
When I am shopping for an item I want it to be in a certain condition. If new, it must be untainted. If used, there are some aspects that may not be perfect and yet it could still be referred to as ‘in good condition’. If I am buying a 30 year olde car it is expected that the paint be sun faded and the seats appear worn. Yet, if there is no sign of a prior collision, it could be deemed in good condition. Good condition needs care
Diversity and flexible working arrangements are the apparent conditions to retaining millennial workers. The conditions used to be salary and long term employment. Conditions change. Conditional love is the kind that says ‘I love you if or I love you when’. Unconditional love, called agape, is the kind that has no if or when. It is always and all ways. That kind is also felt from a mile away. Creamy stuff and to die for.
The condition of our thoughts
Define the condition of our lives
Take care of your thoughts
Trapped in a Storm Sewer
For days in June, 1989, tropical storm Allison had drenched Houston, TX. Kept indoors for days, 7 year old Latricia and her cousin, 8 year old Krystal, pleaded with Karen Reese (Latricia’s mom), “Can we go out and play?” Since the storm had abated significantly and other children were playing in the flooded street, Karen consented. After a while the two girls eyed a ditch with deeper, flowing water to wade in. That fun turned to horror when Latricia lost her footing and was swept away into a culvert. She disappeared! It wasn’t a culvert that opened on the other side of a road. It emptied into a catch basin and from there a shaft led to the storm sewer system. A neighbor had seen Latricia disappear, called 911 while her husband sent Krystal to get the mother. The firemen, police and many volunteers rushed to the scene. They knew the water dropped down a 3 meter shaft into a 1 meter sewer pipe. Frantically the whole crew tore off manhole covers, searching the roiling water with poles, but to no avail. Maybe the water had taken her all the way into the bayou just blocks away. The three hour search in the bayou was called off at 10 pm. Darkness in more than one form enveloped them all. It was hopeless. A distraught mother clung to Latricia’s picture and sobbed.
Meanwhile a terrified little girl had tumbled about like a rag doll as she bounced from one pipe system to another, nearly choking to death. Somehow her fingers latched onto a joint between two lengths of concrete pipe just as she lodged against some debris that stopped her disastrous hurtling. “Mommy, help me! Where am I?”
All through the night with the water thundering past her, Latricia hung on to her refuge. She pressed her head against the top of the pipe to breathe above the water, and prayed. When the water level dropped in the pitch dark pipe ants and mosquitoes were a problem. This was an excruciatingly horrible experience for a 7 year old girl for 12 hours. She dared not lose her place. Her cries were desperate. As soon as it became light enough people joined the mother in a search which was now considered a recovery of the body. At about 7:30 a.m. Tim Gabrysch and Bardomiano Garcia came to check on water levels in the sewer system, unaware of the tragedy that had happened. Once informed they swung into action. Uncovering a manhole not far from the culvert Tim descended into the pipe system. He was surprised that the water level had reduced to less than 30 cm. Moving along with his flashlight he detected something about 30 meters down a pipe too small for him to enter. “Little girl, are you there?” Amazingly an answer came back, “Who are you? I want my mommy!” “Can you work your way to me and I’ll take you to your mommy.”
She came. Tim scooped her up, retraced his path and boosted her up to his partner. At the hospital the slight concussion, a banged-up ankle, and a bruised forehead plus her all night survival convinced Dr. Rodriguez that Someone had been watching out for her. Can you imagine the joy her mother experienced!
(Based on the Reader’s Digest, Oct., 1990 article by P. Ola and E. D’Aulaire plus websites)
What if the two men had arrived hours or a day later? What if Latricia had not hung on? How terrible an ordeal for a small girl to be calling for mother in a storm sewer pipe when only God knows where she is. We’ve all likely complained about adversities. Why weren’t others rescued? Three others drowned in that storm. Could it be that each one of us has been spared from disasters we didn’t even know were facing us? Could it be that we repeatedly ignored God with not even a thank you for the basics of food, water and air plus the beauty and benefits of creation and then wondered why He doesn’t listen to us?
May the Lord be merciful to us and the many current flood victims.