As a caterer I spend a lot of time in my commercial kitchen. Rules for this type of kitchen require they not be attached to the home so, once I am in there, I am completely separated from the house. To keep myself company I watch tv.
Dave installed this for me to keep my happy and this is the place where I watch a lot of, what Dave describes as, Drivel. This is mindless tv which requires no particular concentration, just something to keep me from feeling isolated. Here I watch rather silly programs, not appreciated by my other half.
One of these is “Say yes to the dress”, located in an expensive, New York bridal store. Not for the blushing brides of this store are bargain hunters as the gowns are in the thousands of dollars, not hundreds. It is amazing how much girls, or their parents, are willing to pay for a dress that will be worn for a few hours.
I can understand that this is a very special day and you want a very special dress but the cost of the gowns would make a deposit on a home. Even as a teenager I could not see spending that sort of money for one day.
What really amazes me is that many of these “brides” have lived with their partner and have several children before they make the decision to get married. Why then do they need the huge gown and big ceremony of a fancy wedding? Why not take the kids for a nice vacation and get married on the beach?
I think back to our wedding day, a bit of a comedy really, and one day I do not look back on with stars in my eyes. I was nineteen, three months pregnant, my mother was not speaking to me because I had disgraced her, so she wouldn’t attend.
My parents were separated when I was two, and my dad and the rest of my family were not on good terms, with him or each other. In fact, I was worried that there would be a hostile atmosphere but everyone behaved themselves.
Dave’s family were wonderful, no recriminations just acceptance. Neither of our families could afford to pay for a wedding so Dave and I had to bear the cost. We had no money to do this so wanted a civil ceremony. However, his mom wanted us to have a church wedding and we agreed. In the mid 60’s shotgun weddings were a disgrace, so Dave’s mom would not allow me to wear white. Being shy and obedient, I agreed to a short, blue dress which I had to buy myself.
My brother and a friend offered to take photos and car pool rides were organized to save on rentals. The only taxi was for my dad and myself. Dave’s grandfather was a church organist and had promised to play for us, however, he was ill at the time so recorded the music. Foolishly, we didn’t listen to it in advance of the ceremony.
I spent the night before our wedding with Dave’s family. The house was filled to capacity with various family members and Dave’s mom was in a flap because she didn’t want Dave to see his bride before the wedding. A little difficult when you are sharing a breakfast table!
Dave’s sister, plus another future sister in law, and I all had hair appointments together. The other sister in law was really self absorbed and was making lots of demands on how she wanted her hair doing for the wedding. My stylist asked me if I was also going to the wedding and was rather shocked when I told her I was the bride, and hadn’t requested anything special.
At that time I just wanted the whole thing to be over with, I didn’t look forward to the ceremony with my dysfunctional family, who could easily turn the event into world war three.
On a rainy December morning we all headed to the church and the ceremony began. The music started and dad and I trotted down the aisle, to Mendelssohn’s wedding music but the other recorded hymn was Fight the good Fight. I don’t know if this was Granddad’s favourite hymn, or just his sense of humour, but the whole church was tittering. I wasn’t amused, especially when he played an extra verse, which had no words, so we all just stood there looking silly.
When the minister had us kneel, I saw that his shoes were muddy, and that is all I could think of, plus the fact that my mom was being so awful. I just wept throughout the ceremony and was anxious to know what the retiring hymn would be, maybe another inappropriate one. However, we just had more Mendelssohn, so we escaped without further embarrassment.
I had made place cards for the small reception and thought long and hard about where I could sit people, so they could not argue. However, my awful family spent ages moving the cards because they wouldn’t sit next to certain people.
The whole thing was awful, nothing I care to remember. What a difference in attitude the years have made. Pregnant brides, or women with several children, proudly wear white, and nobody cares.
We had the lowest cost wedding we could arrange and have no happy memories of the day, just a few black and white photos of us peering through the rain. However, the following fifty two years we have spent together have been happy, some ups and downs, of course, but through it all we have been really good friends and, isn’t that what it is all about.
The Oliver and District Heritage Society was the recipient of a $79,000 grant from Library and Archives Canada, which will allow them to deal with a significant backlog of archival materials – maps, scrapbooks, photographs, and original documents that represent a gold mine of historical information about Oliver – by hiring two new specialized staff members.
The two archivists will be dedicated to working in the Oliver Archives for a whole year assessing items, applying conservation methods to reverse or prevent deterioration, and properly arranging and storing them in climate-controlled archival storage.
“Receiving a large grant for a community this size is almost unprecedented in my experience. We never dreamed we could be this fortunate and the impact will be hugely positive” said long time heritage activist and Society President Sue Morhun. “Every archives and museum has a backlog of items waiting to be added to the collection, sitting in limbo,” says Executive Director Manda Maggs.
“We are extremely lucky to be given this opportunity to have ours dealt with. I’m very pleased with the level of expertise and experience we were able to bring in on this project, it’s highly specialized work.” “The rest of the archival collection is in a pretty good state, all the groundwork in in place. Once we get through the backlog portion, everything will be beautifully organized.
The generous support received from Library and Archives Canada to cover the wages needed for this project is very timely for us at this stage.” As for the backlog itself, there is an estimate 50 linear feet (15 meters) of materials to work through. “What’s in the backlog exactly?” Manda laughs, “It’s any number of things – scrapbooks and photo albums, farm records, newspaper clippings, or maps to buried treasure up in the Fairview town site…who knows? We’ll let you know in a year’s time what we find!
100 Women Who Care – 3 O’s held their second meeting this past Thursday at Quinta Ferreira in Oliver. The chosen charity of the night was Desert Sun Counselling and Resource Centre who walked away with $3700. Thanks to all the lovely ladies who took time to enjoy this great evening & to donate.
If you are a CRA registered charity in the Oliver, Osoyoos or Okanagan Falls area who would like the chance to present or if you are a lady who would like to be on our email list for future meetings please email us at email@example.com
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UPDATE – The below noted motorhome has been recovered in Oliver thanks to an alert citizen who recognized it from the media release.
On September 20, 2016 a brown and gold coloured, 34 foot 2008 Chevrolet Seneca “C” Class motorhome was stolen from a property in Osoyoos. The motorhome has a unique hydraulic motorcycle lift on the back and a Veteran’s licence plate of 300VBB. The Osoyoos RCMP are requesting the public view the attached photo and call the RCMP if they happen to see the motorhome.
Opening date for new Weight Room around November 18th
$36 thousand worth of new equipment to be installed along with mirrors, benches and ‘cubbie’ storage
Friday September 23 – Movie in the Park – Jungle Book at 7:30 pm
Oliver Tennis Club reports its membership is aging 15 adult and 29 seniors.
Average useage 14 persons a day – over 2200 hours of activity in the season.
OTC involved with youth – coaching the SOSS Tennis Team with the ball machines made available for all gym classes.
Tennis club pays $400 for use of courts – requesting lighting and dividers between courts to control balls. Some discussion on seperate space for pickle ball courts.
With the new weight room – came the removal of a toddler’s park.
A group of Oliver mothers interested in helping out with this probject and will raise funds.
Oliver Parks will designate an area, estimate the cost of equipment ( $50 thousand ) and the planning can begin. This would include fencing and landscaping.
You can contact Randee at 498-9143 or Amanda at 408-4977 to help with bottle drives, raffles, clothing swap market.
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Thanks to the great support from the community, the Oliver Rotary Club was pleased to present a cheque in the amount of $7000 to the Desert Valley Hospice Society. Tracy McFadden, the Executive Director was in attendance at a recent meeting to receive the cheque from President, Jennifer Roussel and Treasurer, Ernie Dumais. The society had partnered with the Rotary club at this year’s auction, which raised $25,000. This donation presents a significant return to the community.
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On behalf of the Aboriginal Education Advisory Council and School District No. 53 (Okanagan Similkameen), we want to invite the public to the Signing Ceremony for the third Aboriginal Education Enhancement Agreement.
The ceremony will take place at:
4:00 P.M. on Wednesday, October 5, 2016
Lower SImilkameen Indian Band Gymnasium
Dinner will be served after the signing ceremony
The Enhancement agreement, recognizes and honors our shared responsibilities for the success of all Aboriginal students in School District No. 53.
Further, it signifies our collective intent to work together in a relationship of mutual respect and strength of purpose that will result in positive outcomes for all Aboriginal learners in our District.
We look forward to seeing you at the ceremony.
Shendah Benoit, District Principal
The Annual Salmon Feast is an essential practice in the continued organized efforts of the Okanagan Nation Alliance and member communities to raise the importance of the habitat protection and rehabilitation of local ecosystems, watersheds and a renew connections and relationships between all residents of the Region with water and fish. It is vitally important that we honour the salmon so they will always come back to feed the people.m (Okanagan Nation Alliance)
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Jerseyland Organics Cheese & Yogurts – Grandforks BC
Springhill Farm fresh Eggs – Rock Creek BC
Full line of fresh sliced meats available
Made from scratch Baked Goods
All these products and more available @ Big Al’s Bakery & Deli
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Motorists travelling Highway 97 south of Penticton may notice a work crew on the north side of the highway.
Chief Jonathan Kruger says members of the Penticton Indian Band’s natural resource department are conducting archeological and environmental assessments along the highway near the new Skaha Hills subdivision intersection.
Kruger says the band is working with the Ministry of Transportation to construct a controlled intersection to the Skaha Hills Development.
New lights expected by next fall. With thanks to Steve Arstad.
The shop that sold it to me refused to help me set it up. It had a touch screen which was supposed to make the transition easier, lol, or is it col (cry out loud )!
The salesman said, “just go on line, it is easy!” Okay, I said to myself. I took it home and started to work on the beast. Turning on the beast was easy, but from there on troubles abounded!
The system was all Greek to me. The touch screen continually threw me for a loop. Every move, every corner, every touch, every breath seemed to draw me farther into frustration.
After 10 days of endless pain, I packed up the beast and returned it to the store. I told them their product was a piece of garbage and that I would never buy from them again!
Several more years passed by, it took that long for the discomfort to fade. My step son kept reminding me I needed to get my computer updated. Now I’m older and wiser, aren’t I ?
I chose another store to go look at what was available. Windows 10 was the current system to get I was told. I wanted the store to set up the basic stuff so I wouldn’t run into the same problems as I had with Windows 8.1.
I didn’t get the information I wanted so I went to a different store which said they would set it up for me. After I bought and paid for the laptop, the store set it up, I was playing with the computer and somewhere it said the laptop was a notebook, so once again I’m somewhat confused.
I’ve done nothing about the difference because I’m not sure that it matters that much. The important thing is that I didn’t get a touch screen. I went out and bought a cordless mouse which is a huge bonus.
My first real problem was being unable to print from the laptop which is something I’ve still not figured out at the time of this writing. The second problem was being unable to connect to the Wi-Fi which I was able to solve with some help.
I still have the desktop with Windows XP so when the laptop gets too troublesome I will shut it down and go back to the familiar system. Of course that tack is only prolonging the problems.
I was speaking with a computer programmer recently about my printer issues and he reminded me that the keyboard shortcuts are a good alternative when all else fails, I hope he is right.
The games such as solitaire have been vastly updated from the XP version to the Windows 10 version. The dangers have also increased with Windows 10. The popups seem to be getting more lethal. I know of two people who have been sucked in to those schemes. Four or five years ago I fell victim to such a scheme, it cost me $250.00 and a lot of anguish and regret.
The crooks make their deception look so convincingly trustworthy. We have to be vigilant and aware that Microsoft doesn’t have the time nor the resources to be running around telling everyone their computer systems are messed up.
Has it been worth it to update my computer? To this point all I can say is I hope so. When I first got a computer it had Windows 95 and it took me several years to get used to it. I hope Windows 10 is an easier transition.
Dear Oliver residents:
I am once again amazed at the generosity of our wonderful community. I’d like to thank everyone who took the time to put together a food donation for the 6th annual BC Thanksgiving Food Drive on Saturday, September 17th. Volunteers distributed approximately 2000 donation bags throughout our local community, giving a good percentage of our residents the opportunity to participate in our drive for doorstep donations. Others donated food by bringing it to the Oliver Food Bank on Saturday morning or dropping it off at the Oliver/Osoyoos Sikh temple. I am humbled by the kindness you showed on Saturday, and excited to tell you that it added up to more than 6900 pounds of food, once again surpassing last year’s total. It is quite a sight to see our food bank packed with piles of food for those in need. Please remember that the Oliver Food Bank needs donations year-round!
I’m also very grateful to all of the volunteers and supporters that make the food drive a huge success.
The BC Thanksgiving Food Drive is a BC-wide project to support local food banks in their mission to feed the hungry. The Drive is a non-denominational, community-focused project open to all interested individuals, groups, and businesses that wish to lend a hand. If you as a business, community group or individual are interested in helping out in next year’s food drive, please don’t hesitate to contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Jordan Noftle – Oliver Area Coordinator
Submitted by Brian Murphy
CT 155 Hawk
Canada is not alone in selecting this modern trainer. The British Royal Air Force and 14 other countries rely on the Hawk to prepare their pilots for combat. The United States Navy uses its own version—the T-45A Goshawk—as an advanced trainer for carrier operations.
Living as we do, close to lakes, beaches, orchards and vineyards, it is no wonder that we get occasional unwanted visitors. These are the two legged varieties who land on your doorstep expecting free accommodation while they enjoy the Okanagan sunshine.
These people were not particular friends in your old neighbourhood but acquaintances or friends of friends who remembered you have a spare room and are pretty easy going. This is one of the drawbacks of living in paradise.
When we first came to Oliver, it was to buy a small motel and campground, when family arrived, we gave them a room as our living quarters were tiny, when the weather was good they camped in our family tent trailer. However, what do you do when other people turn up and expect free room and board?
Our motel had seven rooms so to give one away for even a couple of nights was a big loss of income. Dave’s father came often but usually in the off season so no problems there, however, he used to tell his friends back on the coast that it was his business, that we were just managing it, and that they could get a free room any time. Unfortunately, this wasn’t so and caused a few embarrassing moments.
The first summer here we had all sorts of people dropping in to say hello, join us for tea and then ask if we had room for the night. Before we had moved here, Dave and I agreed that anyone who we would not normally have invited to stay in our guest room, in our old home, would not be given a free room. However, Dave would make himself scarce and I would have to break the news to our new “best buddies”. I did this by inviting them into the office and giving them a registration card to fill in. I would know immediately, by the look on their face, that they had expected complimentary rooms.
Sometimes they would mask their surprise and fill in the card and pay the going rate, others would decide that maybe they would move on to another destination. If people were visiting in a camper and asked to stay, we would offer them a small campsite free or give them the choice of paying for a large, fully serviced site. Most of these people never came back once they saw that freebies were not part of the deal. Obviously, not real friends.
Why would people think that, because you live in a holiday destination, you want comparative strangers staying with you?
I had a friend write to me, from England, to ask if her teenage son could stay for the summer and find a job in the area. Having raised four kids of my own and enjoying being childless for the first time in 25 years, I had no problem saying no to a boy I had never even met.
Another friend, on the coast, phoned to ask if their son could stay for a year and attend school in Kamloops. This was a good friend who I didn’t want to offend, but was lucky enough to point out that it was not a daily commute to Kamloops. Later, when I had time to think, I was rather annoyed at her for putting me in the position of having to say no, she should never have asked for such an imposition so why did I feel bad?
The other unwanted visitors I have to cope with have more than two legs! The beautiful countryside that surrounds our home is a haven for all sorts of creatures that I prefer live outdoors.
Having brought up the aforementioned four daughters, I was used to the frequent screams that unwanted visitors caused. The piercing shriek that a spider in the bathtub caused probably made the neighbours think we had a serial killer in the house. I would march down the hall to fend off the monster, to find a tiny critter lurking in the tub. A trembling teenager, wrapped only in a bath towel would be standing on the toilet, away from harm. Armed with an empty glass and a piece of paper, I would catch the offender and release it out into the yard. I haven’t thought to ask, but these same screamers are all moms and must now be battling the same sort of attackers of their own kids.
Our cat loves to catch mice and bring them in the house to share with me. Once I hear her arrival, announced by a weird throat noise, I know she has a mouthful of something furry. I grab the cat by the back of her neck and take hold of the tail of the captive mouse. The cat lets go, the mouse is held by the tail and I return it to the safety of the orchard next door. If it is stupid enough to come back in the yard and get eaten, it is not my fault.
A bird in the house is cause for a gala celebration as both dogs get into the excitement of the action. Said cat will bring home her trophy and lay it on the floor. Before I can grab it the bird takes flight bounces, in panic, between various windows and finally settles somewhere. If I can get to it before various sets of gnashing teeth can attack it, it has a good chance of survival.
I love my home and enjoy occasional visitors for coffee and conversation, but prefer that uninvited visitors take the hint and don’t linger too long! I have a sign on the front porch that reads “Bienvenidos a su Casa” (welcome to our home), maybe I should change it to one that says “No Loitering”.
On Sunday two Royal Canadian Air Force (RCAF) CF-18 Hornet fighter jets did flyby to honour the 100th birthday of Second World War veteran John Stewart Hart in Naramata
Squadron Leader (Retired) Hart is believed to be the last surviving Canadian Battle of Britain pilot living in Canada. During the Battle of Britain-which ultimately saved the United Kingdom from disaster at the hands of Nazi Germany early in the war-he flew the famous Supermarine Spitfire with the Royal Air Force.
Squadron Leader (Retired) Hart’s actual birthday is September 11, but the flyby is taking place on September 18 in conjunction with the 76th anniversary of the Battle of Britain.
The flyby will occur over Squadron Leader (Retired) Hart’s residence in Naramata, B.C. at 2 p.m. PDT, and will be conducted by aircraft from 409 Tactical Fighter Squadron from 4 Wing Cold Lake, Alta. The aircraft will fly over at an altitude no lower than 1,000 feet. Flybys by RCAF aircraft are carefully planned and closely controlled to ensure public safety at all times.
- Squadron Leader (Retired) Hart originally hails from Sackville, N.B, and joined the Royal Air Force in January 1939.
- Squadron Leader (Retired) Hart served a numerous RAF squadrons, including No. 614 Squadron, No. 613 Squadron, No. 54 Squadron, No. 602 (City of Glasgow) Squadron, No. 67 Squadron and No. 112 Squadron.
- In addition to his service in the Battle of Britain, Squadron Leader (Retired) Hart also saw action in Burma and Italy. For his service, he was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross on June 22, 1945 and released from the RAF in 1946.