1989 to 1992

In May of 1989 I chatted with Samaya of Shared Vision and she allowed me to buy 2 pages of the July magazine and in return I would get 5,000 copies to distribute around the Okanagan. Two months latter I sold enough ads to buy 8 pages which continued for December. That fall as I went for my walk in the hills, I had heard a voice that said I was too start my own own magazine and title it Issues. The next day the voice spoke again and said I was to write an article and call it Musing. Below is my original article, now called a blog since it is on the net. I looked up the word muse in the dictionary and it means to meditate in silence; think deeply; dream. My column will be to share with you, thoughts and dreams. I feel that wholistic health […Read More]

The first cover showed Dad doing the laundry with my youngest brother Don helping out. (This photo is featured again with more details in 1993) I didn’t mention what was happening as I assumed everyone knew who it was and what they were doing. I did not even bother putting a date on the cover because everyone should know what month it was. By the third edition I was clued in by a variety of friends and advertisers. I wasn’t too sure how long Issues would continue to be supported or if I could learn the computer well enough. I had traded in my UIC for a Community Futures grant for one year. My son’s friends set me up with a computer and some training and I sat staring at the screen figuring out how to make boxes so they looked like ads. Even typing was a new skill to […Read More]

Summer always reminds me of berry picking and on the cover is Dad and my brothers and I doing just that. I remember sunny days in the hills, picking wild blueberries, saskatoons, gooseberries or raspberries. With many hands helping, the small but tasty berries quickly filled our buckets and bellies. We knew if we worked hard Mom would not only make preserves but would bake us a pie as well. Proud we were of our day’s work. Thinking back, it makes me appreciate the love and effort people put into growing the bounties of summer. I guess that’s why I feel it is such a privilege to be able to spend time in someone’s garden or orchard, filling once again my buckets and boxes with tree ripened peaches and apricots. If you have never met and spoken to your local growers about their gardens, you are in for a delightful […Read More]

The best part of Sunday school was playing baseball with the nuns, they came out to Rosswood every couple of weeks and always seemed to have such a good time playing, fishing, skating or sleighing. My great grandfather was a devout Catholic and very wise, he never preached his beliefs. I can still remember him saying “ Angele, learn to listen, then you’ll twice as smart, because you’ll know what you know plus what they know.” I’m not sure if I’ve come close yet, I do try, but people keep asking me questions. Through the years I have tried to kept my mind open to all possibilities and I enjoy the eastern philosophies. I truly believe for the world to survive we need spiritualism not materialism. We need to feel connected to the love and have the knowingness that we belong and that we have a right to be happy. […Read More]

Musing… to meditate in silence; think deeply; dream…as usual the writing of this column comes slowly and with some difficulty, but I feel it is important for me to put my thoughts down on paper, and this forces me to think deeply about matters that are close to my heart. Still, I try to keep the column short and sweet and without judgement-a tall order. I do appreciate the stories submitted from practitioners and concerned citizens. Please keep them coming. The photo on this month’s front cover, “fishing at Kalum Lake,” was taken by one of my favorite photographers, my Mom. When we were young, she liked taking action shots that told a story about homesteading. To be able to fish and hunt was one of the main reasons we moved from the States in 1959, to Rosswood a community of 25 people with 15 kids and 10 adults. Back […Read More]

Celebrate…..celebrate….for life is so very great! Hope you enjoy reading this first anniversary edition of ISSUES. I remember ever so clearly getting the first copy of ISSUES to the printers. It was like giving birth to my first-born 20 years ago, almost to the day. The memories of the long hard push late into the night are still vivid and each time ISSUES goes to print, I wait anxiously for the first copy and I say my thank you’s to the universe for giving me this opportunity to meet so many wonderful and dedicated people who are helping to shift the consciousness of the world. This month’s cover is your chance to meet great grandpa. Vincent Kost was my mother’s grandfather, a kind compassionate and helpful soul who decided to move from the isolated Arctic life of a trapper to “God’s country”, as my parents so often called the beautiful mountains […Read More]

Rub a dub, dub, three men in a tub. This picture takes me back to my childhood and our weekly baths. Water had to be hauled up from the creek and heated on a wood stove; it was then passed down from eldest to youngest child, with a little extra hot water added now and then. They say a picture is worth a thousand words so to make this story a little longer and more believable, I’ve added a few pictures. Bath time was Saturday night’s entertainment since we had no TV We often played cards or games, especially if we had company and were allowed to stay up past sunset, burning our limited supply of propane or candles. As a child, I don’t remember many days filled with fun. Mostly it was housework or washing clothes in the wringer washer. Once or twice, I got permission to take the […Read More]

The front cover this month is one of the rare pictures that has my Mom in it.  Haircut Day with all six of my smiling brothers.  I like this photo because it captures our family’s style of living: simple and casual, where a  smile was genuine.  The antique barber chair was  kept in the wash house with the old wringer washer. Mother had a battery-operated pair of shears and everyone got the same hair cut which didn’t bother anyone. Let me introduce you to the family…Donald is the youngest, sitting on a board getting sheared. He is the only one still living in Rosswood, where we grew up; he is married and has a little girl.  Michael is sitting on the foot rest. He moved to Terrace years ago, is married and has 2 girls and 3 boys. To the right of Mike is Billy, who was killed in a […Read More]