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Maxim Gorky

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Book review...

This might have been the scene of my book reviews subject.
Voyageurs paddling in a land unknown to most white men in the early 1800's.
But one thing is very peculiar....one of them is a woman.
In particular, a young woman from the Orkney Islands in Scotland
who disguised herself as a man and made the voyage across the ocean to live
and work in camps and eventually the fort at St Albany (James Bay) for the Hudson's Bay Company.
The only women who were permitted here were the native women who were employed as
washer women and used as what was called 'country wives'.
The book, based loosely on the true story of Isobel Gunn is most intriguing.
Less than a year after living and working amongst the men, she gave birth to a son, James.
Records are unclear of the true story of her pregnancy, whether she was raped,
or had an affair with John Scarth, but obviously she was found out.
This book is an amazing story of the courage of Isobel to go where no white woman
had been before, to live and work as hard, if not harder, than any man, coming
from a place and time where, frankly, men were men and women
had a role and a place in society which had many restrictions.
She was perhaps the first European woman to ever set foot in this untamed land.
Eventually she was sent home to the Orkney's, much to her opposition and the turn of events to follow, I will leave up to you to discover.
If you like historical fiction, a grand adventure, stories of courage, then you should
give this book a read.



Sunday, June 10, 2012

Got milk!

Wordless Wednesday's photo was a clue to today's post.
This is one of our cows.
Well not actually 'ours' but we have a share in this little herd.
Up this lovely long driveway sits a heritage farm...
There are presently 3 cows and one calf and one on the way.
Nell, Canella, Ginger and baby V belong to a small farm near us.
Two Jersey's and a Jersey Hereford cross and her baby.
She's the dark brown, white faced gal and her baby V is lying behind her.
We, along with several other families have chosen to drink local, raw milk.
In order to do this legally, you must 'own' the cows from where you're getting your milk.
We have opted to do this because of these facts:
Milk from the large dairy's comes from grain fed cows and has much less
nutritional value than grass fed / pastured cows.
So much so that they have to add vitamins to it.
In some countries commercial dairy's also add hormones.
Yuck! I've got enough of those thanks!
The cows are full of antibiotics and much of the grain they eat
has been previously sprayed with pesticides.
Whole milk has 'good fat' in it.
We are buying local and helping to support and sustain a small, organic farm.
It tastes GOOD!
Before you think "Isn't raw milk dangerous?"
Do some research.
There is a lot of information on the net about this subject and I could write 3 pages on the subject.
Cleanliness is key in an operation like this.
Here's the milking room at the farm...
 Basic but VERY clean and sanitary.
Inside the dairy room, this woman is making cheese...
Everything is sterilized.
These farmers take their job very seriously...
Well maybe not ALL the time!
So once a week we get 1 yummy gallon of milk.
We feel good knowing where our milk came from.
Happy cows, field fed, farmers who love them.






Thursday, June 7, 2012

Song for Friday...happy anniversery...

This year marks the 25th anniversary of Paul Simon's album 'Graceland'.
This was huge in terms of the roots of world music coming into the forefront of pop music.
It also created much controversy because of the timing.
The world was witnessing the height of the anti apartheid movement in South Africa
and due to strict cultural boycotts sanctioned by the United Nations,
Paul Simon was not welcome by many people and became involved in a
much heated discussion for violating these sanctions.
This subject still brings up tension amongst some.
Personally I could see both sides but I tend to believe he only wanted
to speak the common language of music.
His songs were not political in any way.
In my opinion they were just great songs.
Really great songs.
So Happy Anniversary to 'Graceland'.
Have a great weekend all!

Monday, June 4, 2012

Thrifting 101...

Last week, on a whim, Norene, her daughter Haley and I decided to
go into the city for some serious thrift store shopping.
Usually I tie this in with other chores I have to do but this day
was strictly devoted to the art of thrifting.
We parked the van, paid the all day fee and walked all
over the city in search of  our treasures, beginning with a walk through Chinatown...
After spending some time in Value Village (one of the biggest thrift stores around)
we had worked up an appetite...Irish Times Pub to the rescue!
Nothin' like Guinness, fish tacos and pizza to recharge your retail therapy battery...
Cruising around town on a sunny day, checking out the old and the new...what fun...
 Heritage buildings becoming condos.
Some places have been around since I was a teenager.
My mission was to find vintage wooden spools of thread for a needle felting
project but I was out of luck on that mark.
But the thing about thrifting is that you never know what treasures will appear to you...
Here's a few of my finds.
Nice, wooden stamped fruit box...$3
Lovely bird print fabric...$4
Antique cutlery for a garden project....25cents each...
Pretty summer skirt...$4...
Wooden Russian bear on skis toy (for a friend who collects them)...$3...
Shadow box frames for needle felting landscapes...$3 each...
Little blue plant pot $2...
So grand total about $22 dollars.
Shopping with the girls...
Priceless!

Post script...
I just recieved this email from my 2nd cousin in Australia!

Hi Kerry,
I've been following your blog for a couple of months. I love your images and your thoughts. The apple blossoms are exquisite!!! They resonate really strongly with me. And your music - Levon Helm, Joe Cocker, Neil Young - I just love it.

One of your recent blogs mentioned thrift shops and I had to smile. I saw your blog this morning and I thought I'd send an email. It must be genetic. Your Great Grandmother, May Cairns, was a big fan of thrift shops. I can remember trailing around behind her in the early fifties as she checked out 'Sally's' and the 'Goodwill'. I remember baskets of buttons and jewellery, big bins of ladies' 'foundation garments' - that pinkyorange colour was both horrible and fascinating. Maggie and I still visit the second hand shops. The city (pop of about 40,000) she lives in has at 5 or 6. Retail shops are very boring. 2hand shops always have something different, unexpected, surprising, emotive......

Oh yes, I recently found a post card, (at home, not in a 2hand shop) with a poem to May, from WW1. I think it must be from Jack Cairns to Granny. I'll send it to you as you seem to be the keeper.

All the best
Ellie (your second cousin)



Sunday, June 3, 2012

After the rain...

The other night it rained softly through the night, leaving behind a mist covered morning.
I woke at 5 a.m to the sounds of a ships fog horn.
Although we live miles from the sea, we are higher up and when all is still,
the distant sound of ships slowly making their way to points
beyond our Island can be heard.
I lay there wondering where the sailors would wake up...
Maybe shrouded in the same mist but a world away in the Far East.
When the dawn finally broke and it was light enough, I went out to the garden.
These kind of soft mornings are favorite starts to a summer day...
The rain suspended...
...bees already at work...
...fat poppy heads ready to burst open...
...seeds planted, finally coming up...
...strawberries and old bikes...
...delicate Japanese Iris stands guard by the greenhouse...

...and who's that I hear snoring in the field?
Why it's our old pal Blue, back for a few months of grazing.
Lazy boy, dreaming to the sounds of buzzing bees...
Paper thin poppies pop up here and there...
...and the perennial patch by the barn...always a bright spot in the spring...
Hope your garden is growing well...