I’ve never been a natural athlete; I’m just too uncoordinated. But senior’s carpet bowling is a forgiving sport. SUNDAY BRUNCH WITH FELLOW CARPET BOWLERS Sunday brunch with senior carpet bowling buddies.We throw our bowls on Mondays at the Legion hall.A rousing sport for arthritic, wrinkled seniors,We take our pills then toddle to the Legion hall.We…

6 The Beauty of Being Old. “It appears that upon reaching maturity, which I define as life after eighty, a transformation occurs that diminishes one’s ego significantly. Some individuals tend to repeat lengthy stories, almost verbatim, to their audience. Conversely, I experience memory lapses, forgetting key words during conversations, which leaves my listeners awaiting clarification…

#5 The Beauty of old Age 5 The Beauty of Being Old What a lovely morning it was yesterday! Blue sky with layerings of tumoultuos clouds and all sorts of cute fluffy ones, with plenty of room for the sun to shine through. Many of the Nechako Valley hayfields were still green and growing, with…

THE BEAUTY OF OLD AGE When you get past your 80th birthday, you begin to appreciate the tiny differences between insects. After all they are a part of this wonderful world we call Earth and some are quite helpful. In my younger years, I would swat, spray or squish every bug that entered my domain.…

For 87 years I’ve resided on this not-very-big planet that wobbles  in a slightly eliptical orbit around the huge gaseous source of heat, light and other basic necessities that is the sun. At the same time, our Earth spins on its axis in a 24 hour pattern, along with its own satellite which is the…

At the age of 87 I can finally “let it all hang out.” I can talk about how my mind functions similar to a slide show. One slide at a time. When I turn a burner on the stove I need to also set the timer. Otherwise if the phone rings, or if an interesting…

My entire life has been about striving to make others happy and maintaining friendships. Now that I’m 87 I realise there are people who do not need me to be their friend, they are doing quite well in their own lives. Their interests do not coincide with my own strongly held convictions and they are…

Some of the lyrics to this song are in our history book A SONG OF THE OMINECA In the northwest corner of my heartThere’s a place where it yearns and achesFor the Omineca CountryFor the rivers and the lakes From the Babine to the FraserThrough the gently hilled terrainWhen the wild geese fly in the…

[an oldtime waltz, by Doris, music by Leon] Where is the oldtime music?Does anyone whistle a songHas the love dissapeared from the lovesongsAre they all about hate, hurt and wrong? Does anyone sing in the showerA song about roses and wineHas the moon been obscured by the black cloudsOf war and of drugs and of…

A World Day of Prayer event was held last night at the Catholic church. It was quite wonderful, I thought, with prayers and words spoken by women of various faiths in the community. The theme was “I made you wonderful” Psalm 139: 1-18 I am wondering whether anyone would be interested in participating in impromptu…