Bernie said – the eagle saying – put on a mask
My suggestion – Bernie you stole my eagle
Photo by Bernard Bedard
Council has decided to eliminate an existing portion from Station Street to Hwy 97
Council has also decided to square off several lots on the west side of Station Street
Future planning Veterans Avenue near the Legion might be used to feed the new bridge that covers Okanagan River and heads east on McKinney Rd.
Other planning is for the best planning and development for the area south of Veterans Avenue including a public participation space, possible housing and a lot of retail on either side of the street.
Nothing clear on this.
ODN would suggest that all lots on Station Street be squared off to provide a straight line to Veterans Avenue . A future right and left turn for trucks and traffic heading north and east.
As part of Council’s 2018-2022 Strategic Priorities – Downtown Revitalization Priorities, No. 2
Town-owned Land Development Proposal
• staff will work with the Downtown Advisory Committee and consultant to bring forward a proposal
o Station Street Plaza/Station Street design B Class Design and Costs
o Town Hall relocation
o Staff to investigate feasibility of relocating parking and access to Station Street
for Lions Park
• Proceed with road closure in design of Station Street
A preliminary reference plan for the road closure has been completed for the portion of Station Street besides Lots 6/7, Block 3, Townsite of Oliver and Lots 1/2 Plan 5615
Preliminary discussions with the Ministry of Transportation & Infrastructure in assessing their approval of the road closure occurred recently with Mr. Wiseman and Mr. Keir. The Ministry is in support of the road closure citing safety concerns of vehicles entering Highway 97. They also provided positive comments to the initial work recently completed on Station Street and the planned improvements on Station Street to Veterans Avenue. The Ministry recommends eliminating the slope when the Town undertakes improvements on Station Street and the proposed plaza design.
At the July 6, 2020 Strategic Planning meeting Council requested that the property lines on the
triangular properties (Lot 6 7) be adjusted to square off without compromising the property on the east side of Station Street. The survey shows an adjustment to the lots to square off and accommodate the future road improvements on Station Street.
On Remembrance Day we honored those who served their country sacrificially. We also honor parents who suffered the absence, and even loss, of family members. Here is an example of one mother’s deeply-felt burden.
A Christian mother lost track of her wayward son who had joined the army. He didn’t tell her where he was going nor did he write to her. According to an article by H.G. Bosch in the March 7, 1960 Our Daily Bread devotional booklet, she decided that the best thing she could do was to make some patchwork quilts for injured soldiers. She embroidered Scripture verses onto some patches and prayed that they would be helpful to someone in despair.
In a hospital for sick and injured soldiers a nurse noticed that one soldiers was repeatedly kissing the quilt on his bed. She thought his mind was going but with tears the soldier explained that one of the patchwork squares was exactly like the calico dress his mother had worn. The nurse remembered that there had been a note pinned to the quilt. She brought it and the soldier recognized the handwriting at once – it was his mother!
Then the soldier pointed to a verse embroidered on a patch which said, “Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in thy sight, and am no longer worthy to be called they son.” That is a quote from the story of the prodigal son in the New Testament (Luke 15). That day the soldier responded to God the way the prodigal had responded to his father. It all came about through a mother’s prayer and a patchwork quilt.
Today fast food is available at any place we go. Driving home after a long journey or a marathon shopping trip, how easy it is to pick up something for dinner. That way, when you get home you have no preparing to do, just eat what you take home.
This was unimaginable when I was a child. The only thing that could be considered “fast food” would be the local chip shop. Fish and chips or a steak pudding and chips was to be had either at lunchtime or from around 7.30 in the evening. However the cost of this convenience was rather prohibitive to most families so was a rare treat. On the rare occasions when we bought fish and chips, grandma took them home and we shared one single portion, usually bulked out with home made bread.
Those were the days of eat what you were given or don’t eat at all. I’m sure that most of today’s kids think this is an old wife’s tale, and that we were given the option of other foods, but not so. If you turned your nose up at a certain meal at lunchtime, it would reappear at dinner time, and the following day, until your resistance wore thin and you were too hungry to refuse the meal.
This didn’t seem cruel to us as we were genuinely poor and food was a source of nourishment. If it was pleasurable, that was a bonus, but most kids in my neighbourhood were used to eating what was offered. There was nearly always some kind of dessert to follow and this was the carrot dangled before the donkey, don’t eat dinner, don’t get dessert.
How many of us sat listening to the woes of children in foreign lands who would love to have what we were complaining about, they didn’t have good food, their stomachs rumbled with hunger, while we just complained. I remember once getting a smack and being put to bed without dinner when I suggested that my grandma give those poor children my horrible boiled corned beef and cabbage. To me the suggestion made perfect sense but grandma sa my waste of food as a sin. Grandma saw lots of things as a sin, especially wasting food.
My gran had a hard life, raising six children with a husband who spent all his wages in the local pub. She always had to do various jobs to keep her family fed. Unfortunately, she could not change her habits as she grew older. She now received a weekly “old age” pension but she saved this for some future emergency. When grandma passed away, my aunties found all sorts of bank notes tucked away between the pages of gran’s meagre book collection. This included many US dollars that my mom sent weekly. She had gone to live with cousins in the United States, when I was sixteen and regularly sent money to gran for treats.
There were probably hundreds of elderly people who didn’t adapt to the welfare state that came into being after WW11. Health care was now free and government assistance for the poor and elderly, was easily available. However many people couldn’t accept what they considered charity.
Many English children were considered undernourished so, after the war, the school meals plan came into effect. I grew up with this system and we had our main meal of the day at school. This would consist of meat or fish and two veg, usually with gravy. Some food would be yummy and enjoyable but certain meals were revolting. I could never eat most meats but especially liver. Some meat I could force down with the mashed potatoes but liver just wouldn’t go down my throat, without rebelling and coming up again. This was considered being wilful and caused me to miss many playtimes in the outdoors as kids who didn’t clear their plates were made to sit there the whole of dinner time.
The “dinner ladies” who came to work just for that occasion, were all mothers and all of the same opinion that you eat what you get, so many of us were forced to sit there and stare at our plates of congealing food, while our playmates enjoyed the school yard. A note would be sent home telling of your disobedience, so I would receive another instalment of the starving children in Africa speech, when I got home. Luckily, the rejected school meal was not brought out the next day and a new item would be available.
My mother did not approve of the way I brought up my children, she considered them spoiled as they were allowed a choice of foods. My children, of course, thought I was mean as I insisted they sit at the table until everyone was finished, even if they couldn’t clear their own plate. I followed through with the no dinner, no dessert rule, as I figured they could only get away with so much.
I sat tight lipped during mealtimes with my grandchildren, it wasn’t my business what their mothers did or did not make them eat. I figured this was not my fight so stayed out of it.
Of course, when I take any of my grandkids out they can pick and choose what they eat, if they want dessert, I am happy to buy it, whether the main course is finished or not. I do not have to be mean and lay down rules, they have parents for that. If there is a call for fast foods on the way home from outings, that is great. I can enjoy a side of fries and a milk shake as I drive, and I often do. I am a grown up and can please myself, isn’t life great?