1993 to 1994

Grandad’s Long John’s (Oct 1994)

Time….time, it seems endless and I try to make the most of it. I always have so many things that I want to do that as soon as one project is near completion, I usually have two more projects on the go. Sure, I am able to prioritise my activities and I have a good sense of timing, so it appears that I accomplish much. The real test is yet to come as fall arrives and I start back to work full-time aside from publishing ISSUES on a monthly basis. The Holistic Healing Centre will be organized by Jan and some volunteers and shouldn’t take up too much of my time, especially if I can stop talking so much! People are important to me and each one that I touch who decides to change to a healthier, more balanced life style is a bonus point for me, for word of […Read More]

Harvesting Potatoes (Nov 1994)

Fall weather always reminds me of change. Change that is eternal. A change that is much different than my anticipation of spring. In spring I look forward to the longer warmer days of summer. I don’t look forward to the fall, knowing the rain must come and eventually the snow. I know it is a cycle and that this change is necessary, but I would prefer that it didn’t happen. Fall is also a time of harvest and long hours of work putting the vegetables away and the garden to rest. It was the one time of the year my husband helped in the garden, digging with the potato fork. I was quite content to follow along and put the potatoes into the burlap bags. This month’s front cover photo shows Grandad with our first harvest of potatoes in Rosswood. They’re all over the road because the trailer hitch broke. […Read More]

My Family at Christmas (Dec 1994)

Season’s Greetings…winter always reminds me of family portrait time. Also a time to reconnect with family and friends. Since publishing ISSUES and writing this monthly column I do better than just a Christmas letter. Every month, I put my thoughts on paper and share them with anyone who is interested. Mother always arranged for a family photograph that she sent out every year. I still remember the first year at Rosswood when mother bought some fancy processing paper and developed the prints in the kitchen. She then wrote in white ink ‘The Brousseaus,’ drew a small mistletoe on top of the photograph, and quickly popped them into the oven for few minutes to dry. I got the job of removing them from the oven. It was quite a busy and tiring evening, but mother seemed driven to get those cards out. When I got married, I decided to make home-made […Read More]