I wrote a post about the Smithers Centennial and how I and my 'family of origin' are connected with this event. I posted "Happy 100th Birthday, Smithers, BC" after cutting some of what I had written. I cut it because I decided to put a link to that post on Facebook, my page and the Smithers Centennial 2013 page, and I felt that not all of what I had written need be part of that post. Yet, I didn't want to just delete what I had written. Maybe it's more something that should be shared in a Diary, or in a Personal Journal. I have chosen to share those words here instead of hiding them away, even though they are about my feelings and may have no real interest to anyone other than myself... or they may. If you are about to read this post, you may want to go read that first part first, then return here to read the rest.
Here is the rest of the story:
For many years I was very unhappy with my
parents for moving us away from Smithers, though I have been having a
very good life in the Okanagan Valley, and am now happy to be here. I
think
it is only since 2000 that I no longer think of that town as my home. I
often dreamed about being on the road traveling from Vernon to
Smithers, or Smithers to Vernon, or being in one preparing to travel to
the other, feeling torn between my two homes. It's not all that long
since I last had one of these dreams. I think that, in my heart, I have
now chosen, that I now finally truly know which is my home. I am here,
at home in Vernon where I have a good life, a nice home, and many dear
friends.
This evening, while visiting Mom, she asked
me if I was glad we moved down to this area of our province. I don't
know. For so many years I felt I had been taken away from where I was
meant to be, and I knew in my heart of hearts that I would have married
the boy I knew since I was a little girl, the absolutely gorgeous man I spent some time with
when visiting as an adult. I believe that had he not been married to
another by that time, we would have gotten together all those years
later since the childhood love was still there... for both of us. After that visit I never saw him again, for
he was killed in an accident way too young.
I will never know what my
life would have been like had we stayed in Smithers, I can only guess at
that. I know my life has not always been happy here, but who's life is
always happy? Would it have been happier if we had stayed in Smithers?? It has certainly not turned out the way I had hoped, the
way I had envisioned it would be. Yet, I suspect it has turned out the
way it was meant to be. Am I glad we moved away from Smithers? No!! Am I
sorry we moved away from Smithers? No. It is what it is.... period!
I thought I was finished writing this post.... I was going to hit "Publish"... yet I have said nothing in either Smithers post about my Aunt Mable. My mother's sister. She was so much a part of our lives as we were growing up. I so miss my beloved Aunt Mable!! She has been gone many years now and life has never been quite the same without her here. I look forward to the day I see Aunt Mable again...
Tears are rolling down my face now... it is time to end this post.
(Picture from Google Images)
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Sunday, January 13, 2013
Smithers Centennial - The Rest of MY Story
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Happy 100th Birthday, Smithers, BC
"In 1913 a new community was in
design. Surveyors working for the Grand Trunk Pacific Railroad were
laying out the streets that we in Smithers walk and drive upon today!
January 1, 2013 we will begin our centennial celebration."
In 1913, John & Anna Lapadat, formerly of Romania, Oregon, Vancouver, moved to Smithers, BC. John, a brick layer by trade, had been hired to help build the Round House for the Grand Trunk Pacific Railway, thus the reason for moving to this new town. When the job was done, it was usual for John to pack up his family and move to the next job in the next town, but not this time. This time the Lapadats decided to put down roots in the beautiful Bulkley Valley. This time, they decided to become farmers in the Smithers area.
As the years passed, John & Anna added to their family of 4 that had moved to Smithers. The first child they had in this new home was a boy who was the first white boy, possibly the first white baby, born in Smithers, though a little girl was also born around that time and it is uncertain, at least to my knowledge, which was born first. This baby boy was named George Smithers Lapadat.
In 1923, already having several children, Anna gave birth to another girl, naming this one Annie. This little girl was to grow up and marry a man named Jesse James (Jim) Price. This little girl was to become the mother of 6 children, though sadly only raising 5 of them. This little girl was to see both of her parents and her first born son (second born child) buried in the Smithers Cemetery.
In 1968, Annie & Jim, having sold their farm just west of Smithers, packed up the 4 children still living at home and moved south, to the small community of Mara, BC where they lived for 2 years before moving to Enderby where Jim's ashes are buried in the Enderby Cemetery and Annie, at 89 years young, still lives on her own in a nice little condo.
This post did not start out to be this long.... yet it flowed through the fingers on the keyboard. It could be longer, so you can be grateful, haha. Yes, this is the story of my roots. I still have relatives that live in Smithers, 100 years after our grandparents settled there. Sadly, my uncle, John Lapadat, passed away in January 2001, yet his loving wife Lois and 2 of their 4 children, Ron and Tony are still "Smithereens".
I hope to make it up to Smithers this summer, August 2nd to 10th, for the Centennial Celebration that is planned. Since I have pets, it will depend on me having someone to care for them while I am gone. I don't know anyone there anymore, other than my relatives, yet it would be fun to go back again. Who knows, maybe someone I used to know will also go back, or someone I am supposed to meet will be there. I know that if I am meant to be there, all will come into place and I will go.
In 1913, John & Anna Lapadat, formerly of Romania, Oregon, Vancouver, moved to Smithers, BC. John, a brick layer by trade, had been hired to help build the Round House for the Grand Trunk Pacific Railway, thus the reason for moving to this new town. When the job was done, it was usual for John to pack up his family and move to the next job in the next town, but not this time. This time the Lapadats decided to put down roots in the beautiful Bulkley Valley. This time, they decided to become farmers in the Smithers area.
As the years passed, John & Anna added to their family of 4 that had moved to Smithers. The first child they had in this new home was a boy who was the first white boy, possibly the first white baby, born in Smithers, though a little girl was also born around that time and it is uncertain, at least to my knowledge, which was born first. This baby boy was named George Smithers Lapadat.
In 1923, already having several children, Anna gave birth to another girl, naming this one Annie. This little girl was to grow up and marry a man named Jesse James (Jim) Price. This little girl was to become the mother of 6 children, though sadly only raising 5 of them. This little girl was to see both of her parents and her first born son (second born child) buried in the Smithers Cemetery.
In 1968, Annie & Jim, having sold their farm just west of Smithers, packed up the 4 children still living at home and moved south, to the small community of Mara, BC where they lived for 2 years before moving to Enderby where Jim's ashes are buried in the Enderby Cemetery and Annie, at 89 years young, still lives on her own in a nice little condo.
This post did not start out to be this long.... yet it flowed through the fingers on the keyboard. It could be longer, so you can be grateful, haha. Yes, this is the story of my roots. I still have relatives that live in Smithers, 100 years after our grandparents settled there. Sadly, my uncle, John Lapadat, passed away in January 2001, yet his loving wife Lois and 2 of their 4 children, Ron and Tony are still "Smithereens".
I hope to make it up to Smithers this summer, August 2nd to 10th, for the Centennial Celebration that is planned. Since I have pets, it will depend on me having someone to care for them while I am gone. I don't know anyone there anymore, other than my relatives, yet it would be fun to go back again. Who knows, maybe someone I used to know will also go back, or someone I am supposed to meet will be there. I know that if I am meant to be there, all will come into place and I will go.
The Sleeping Beauty atop the Kathlyn Glacier on the Hudson Bay Mountain, over looking the town of Smithers, and surrounding area, including the farm I was raised on.
Railway Station.
My Dad worked here, for the Canadian National Railroad,
so this building holds a lot of memories for me.
(Photos from Google Images)
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Saturday, December 08, 2012
My Guitar Story
I've been trying to clean my home and downsize on all the 'stuff' I have and don't use. This is a monumental job!!! One day recently, I was in the back room that used to be the master bedroom and is now just a junk storage room, and on the wall I noticed the acoustic guitar my cousin Vern gave to me one time when Mom, Dad & I went to visit Vern and his family. Seeing it reminded me that when I was around 13 - 14 years old I wanted a guitar and lessons, so or Christmas that year, I got the guitar, a nice little acoustic perfect for a first time player, and over the next year or so I took lessons from one of our neighbors that was a music teacher. I wasn't very good at it, but I did like to play my guitar. A few years later, I got married and my husband would not allow me to play the guitar, though he did play it himself. Yes, he was better at it than I was, but he would have had to learn at some point too, and it was MY guitar. However, he was my husband and his word was my command. Needless to say, the marriage did not last a long time as I was not happy being someones property, someones slave, doing as I was ordered.
Some time after the marriage ended, I met and fell in love with a base guitar player and we decided to move in together. He was helping me move my stuff in his car from where I lived about 45 minutes away from where we were to live. Since the car and trunk were full and when we stopped to visit Mom she gave me something else to take, he took some things out of the trunk, putting them on the ground, and rearranged the things, putting them back into the trunk. Unfortunately, somehow the guitar (which he had never heard me play) got left on the ground instead of being put back into the trunk of the car, and as we backed out of my parent's driveway, there was an awful crunching sound. Yes, my guitar had been run over and it, along with its case, were totally destroyed!!! Though it saddened me to loose my instrument, I still loved him, we still lived together, and after a few months he ended our relationship.
It was many years later when we visited cousin Vern and his wife Helen, and hearing the story he gave me an old guitar they had kicking around their home. I had carpel tunnel problems at that time, so was not able to play it and just hung it on the wall of my bedroom, thinking that some day I would take it up again. I never have and doubt that I ever will. Maybe I will give it away on Freecycle... it might make someone a nice Christmas gift!!
Today I am remembering this and sharing this story with you because I was surfing the net as I often do, and I ended up looking at a cool Fender Blacktop at Musicians friend. Of course, it brought this all back into my mind and I decided to share it. I sometimes wonder, if my husband had allowed me to continue playing my guitar, would I still be playing one now? Would I have gotten good at playing? There is no way I will ever know the answers to these or other questions I could ask, like "if he had allowed me to play the guitar, would he have not been so strict and controlling and therefor would we still be married". He passed away in June of 1999, so I would now be a widow... or maybe had he lived differently he might have lived longer. These are all "what came first, the chicken or the egg" questions.
Some time after the marriage ended, I met and fell in love with a base guitar player and we decided to move in together. He was helping me move my stuff in his car from where I lived about 45 minutes away from where we were to live. Since the car and trunk were full and when we stopped to visit Mom she gave me something else to take, he took some things out of the trunk, putting them on the ground, and rearranged the things, putting them back into the trunk. Unfortunately, somehow the guitar (which he had never heard me play) got left on the ground instead of being put back into the trunk of the car, and as we backed out of my parent's driveway, there was an awful crunching sound. Yes, my guitar had been run over and it, along with its case, were totally destroyed!!! Though it saddened me to loose my instrument, I still loved him, we still lived together, and after a few months he ended our relationship.
It was many years later when we visited cousin Vern and his wife Helen, and hearing the story he gave me an old guitar they had kicking around their home. I had carpel tunnel problems at that time, so was not able to play it and just hung it on the wall of my bedroom, thinking that some day I would take it up again. I never have and doubt that I ever will. Maybe I will give it away on Freecycle... it might make someone a nice Christmas gift!!
Today I am remembering this and sharing this story with you because I was surfing the net as I often do, and I ended up looking at a cool Fender Blacktop at Musicians friend. Of course, it brought this all back into my mind and I decided to share it. I sometimes wonder, if my husband had allowed me to continue playing my guitar, would I still be playing one now? Would I have gotten good at playing? There is no way I will ever know the answers to these or other questions I could ask, like "if he had allowed me to play the guitar, would he have not been so strict and controlling and therefor would we still be married". He passed away in June of 1999, so I would now be a widow... or maybe had he lived differently he might have lived longer. These are all "what came first, the chicken or the egg" questions.
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Monday, December 03, 2012
Trumpeter Swans
On November 10th, I was visiting my Mom in the nearby city of Enderby.
We went for a drive to Salmon Arm and on our way there, just before
turning from one highway onto another one, in a big field where corn was
grown this summer and harvested this fall, we saw a lot of big white
birds feeding. Of course, being the driver, I pulled over to get a good
look and to hop out with my camera and take some photos. My first
thought was that these birds were swans, though I did later wonder if
perhaps they were some sort of white geese, since they did sort of remind me of the Canada Goose. When in doubt, GOOGLE IT! Once I was back home to my computer again, I did a Google search and found
that these birds are Trumpeter Swans.
If I had been alone with time my own, I would have driven to different location so I could get all the birds and field into one shot and without the hydro/phone lines, though with Mom along and needing to be somewhere, I just took shots where I could get them. I don't know how many birds are in this field, though I would say well over 200 of them. Not only are there all the Trumpeter Swans, there are also Mallard Ducks feeding among the swans.
Yesterday, I was visiting my Mom again and happened to notice a photo in the local newspaper of the field full of swans.... but the caption called them white geese. This called for further investigation on the internet.
The "Hinterland Who's Who" website tells much about the Trumpeter Swan, it's breeding and feeding habits, where it lives, etc. Under "Description", it says:
Adult Trumpeter Swans Cygnus buccinator are large birds with white feathers and black legs and feet. The feathers of the head and the upper part of the neck often become stained orange as a result of feeding in areas rich in iron salts. The lack of colour anywhere on the swans’ bodies distinguishes them from other white species of waterfowl, such as snow geese, which have black wing tips.
The male swan, or cob, weighs an average of 12 kg. The female, or pen, is slightly smaller, averaging 10 kg. Wings may span 3 m. Young of the year, or cygnets, can be distinguished from adults by their grey plumage, their yellowish legs and feet, and until their second summer of life, their smaller size.
The shape and colour of the bill help in identifying the Trumpeter and Tundra swans in the field. Trumpeters have all black bills; Tundra Swans, formerly called Whistling Swans, have more sloping bills, usually with a small yellow patch in front of the eye. If this patch is missing, it is quite difficult to distinguish between the two birds unless the voice is heard. At close range, an observer should look for a salmon-red line on the lower bill.
Now, if you look at some more of my photos, you will see these birds do not have the black wing tips of the Greater Snow Goose, nor do they have that goose's "pinkish feet and bill". (To see larger views of any of the photos, just place your mouse on a photo and click, then click on the different thumbnails to see the larger photos.)
Photos I copied from the "Hinterland Who's Who" web site:
My home over looks Swan Lake which apparently was named from having swans on it. In over 22 years, I have not seen even one single swan on this lake. In fact, in my 50+ years of life, I have never seen swans that were not in parks or zoos. When I read the Hinterland article I discovered why this is: Europeans hunted and harassed the swan to the point where in 1933 there were only 77 Trumpeters breeding in Canada and 50 breeding in the United States. Today, as a result of an intensive international conservation effort, there are about 16 000 wild Trumpeter Swans, and the species is no longer considered in danger of extinction.
Except for people, wild Trumpeters have few natural enemies. ...... The most serious threat to the continued well-being of the Trumpeter Swan is the loss of habitat resulting from expanding human populations.
Now you can likely understand my excitement and joy at seeing this flock of over 200 Trumpeter Swans. I hope to one day see some back living and breeding on Swan Lake.
If I had been alone with time my own, I would have driven to different location so I could get all the birds and field into one shot and without the hydro/phone lines, though with Mom along and needing to be somewhere, I just took shots where I could get them. I don't know how many birds are in this field, though I would say well over 200 of them. Not only are there all the Trumpeter Swans, there are also Mallard Ducks feeding among the swans.
Yesterday, I was visiting my Mom again and happened to notice a photo in the local newspaper of the field full of swans.... but the caption called them white geese. This called for further investigation on the internet.
The "Hinterland Who's Who" website tells much about the Trumpeter Swan, it's breeding and feeding habits, where it lives, etc. Under "Description", it says:
Adult Trumpeter Swans Cygnus buccinator are large birds with white feathers and black legs and feet. The feathers of the head and the upper part of the neck often become stained orange as a result of feeding in areas rich in iron salts. The lack of colour anywhere on the swans’ bodies distinguishes them from other white species of waterfowl, such as snow geese, which have black wing tips.
The male swan, or cob, weighs an average of 12 kg. The female, or pen, is slightly smaller, averaging 10 kg. Wings may span 3 m. Young of the year, or cygnets, can be distinguished from adults by their grey plumage, their yellowish legs and feet, and until their second summer of life, their smaller size.
The shape and colour of the bill help in identifying the Trumpeter and Tundra swans in the field. Trumpeters have all black bills; Tundra Swans, formerly called Whistling Swans, have more sloping bills, usually with a small yellow patch in front of the eye. If this patch is missing, it is quite difficult to distinguish between the two birds unless the voice is heard. At close range, an observer should look for a salmon-red line on the lower bill.
Now, if you look at some more of my photos, you will see these birds do not have the black wing tips of the Greater Snow Goose, nor do they have that goose's "pinkish feet and bill". (To see larger views of any of the photos, just place your mouse on a photo and click, then click on the different thumbnails to see the larger photos.)
| Notice the Mallard Duck (male) in this photo. It appears very small compared to the size of the swan. |
| Note the Mallard Duck (female) in this photo, again giving an indication of the size of the swan. The Trumpeter Swan is even larger than the Giant Canada Goose, which can weigh up to 8 kg. |
Photos I copied from the "Hinterland Who's Who" web site:
The shape of the bill of the Trumpeter and Tundra Swans.
(You can see the bill is the same shape as the birds I photographed last month.)
My home over looks Swan Lake which apparently was named from having swans on it. In over 22 years, I have not seen even one single swan on this lake. In fact, in my 50+ years of life, I have never seen swans that were not in parks or zoos. When I read the Hinterland article I discovered why this is: Europeans hunted and harassed the swan to the point where in 1933 there were only 77 Trumpeters breeding in Canada and 50 breeding in the United States. Today, as a result of an intensive international conservation effort, there are about 16 000 wild Trumpeter Swans, and the species is no longer considered in danger of extinction.
Except for people, wild Trumpeters have few natural enemies. ...... The most serious threat to the continued well-being of the Trumpeter Swan is the loss of habitat resulting from expanding human populations.
Now you can likely understand my excitement and joy at seeing this flock of over 200 Trumpeter Swans. I hope to one day see some back living and breeding on Swan Lake.
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Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Sister's Travels
I am so glad I asked my sister Marcy to include me on her mailing list where she sends information on what her and husband Randy have been doing and experiencing on their holiday. She writes a short description of the towns and cities they visit, and of the old mansions or plantations they go see. They left home in August, driving their truck and pulling the RV trailer behind them. They crossed Canada and are now down in the US. Each email she sends also includes several photos of what they see along the way. Photos of city streets, of plantation houses including slave quarters, of trees, water, gardens, etc. I don't know if they saw any swing sets raleigh nc, but I know they saw and enjoyed many other things in NC, SC, and several other states. I sure wish I could go along. I am happy for them as I know they are having an awesome time.
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Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Happy Birthday x 2
Today, my sister Marcy turned 60!! WOW, it is hard to believe, time really flies by so fast, seems like just yesterday we were still kids. I hope you are having a fabulous birthday, M!! Wish I could celebrate it with you.
Today, my dear friend Brooks turned 48. Hard to believe... seems like
just yesterday he was only 47. LOL. Here's hoping your day has been
awesome, M' Lord. I wish I could be there helping you celebrate!
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Saturday, September 01, 2012
39 Years Ago Today
Today, September 1, is the anniversary of the day I got married. I was 17 and he was 18. Way too young, for sure, but we didn't think so at the time. We thought we were in love. Now I don't know if it was really love or just infatuation, for that matter, when I look back on any of the 'love' relationships I've had I don't know if it was real love or something else.
Married on September 1, 1973, I left the unhappy marriage on December 5, 1976 (3 years, 3 months and 5 days later). On the same date the next year I saw a lawyer and filed for divorce. By August 1978, I was legally divorced.
June 18, 1999, I got a phone call from Nancy, the woman that had been living with my former husband Everett for some years. She called to tell me he had experienced a brain aneurism a few days earlier and had just passed away..... 5 months to the day after my Dad had passed away. It was a shock!! I was not only surprised that he was gone, but also at how this affected me. I went through a lot of emotional upheaval, grief, that I wouldn't have expected. Maybe I really did love him after all.
39 years ago I was married. It only lasted 3 years, 3 months & 5 days.... yet still, on this day each year, I think of Everett and I wonder..... I wonder lots of "what if's" that I will never have answers to.
Married on September 1, 1973, I left the unhappy marriage on December 5, 1976 (3 years, 3 months and 5 days later). On the same date the next year I saw a lawyer and filed for divorce. By August 1978, I was legally divorced.
June 18, 1999, I got a phone call from Nancy, the woman that had been living with my former husband Everett for some years. She called to tell me he had experienced a brain aneurism a few days earlier and had just passed away..... 5 months to the day after my Dad had passed away. It was a shock!! I was not only surprised that he was gone, but also at how this affected me. I went through a lot of emotional upheaval, grief, that I wouldn't have expected. Maybe I really did love him after all.
39 years ago I was married. It only lasted 3 years, 3 months & 5 days.... yet still, on this day each year, I think of Everett and I wonder..... I wonder lots of "what if's" that I will never have answers to.
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