Monthly Archives: April 2012

Why No Golden Girl?

 

golden-boy-creative-commonsHe’s looking pretty good but he needs a companion! Last week on one of my walks I spent some time looking at the Golden Boy statue which sits atop the Manitoba Legislative Building on Broadway in Winnipeg.

I saw the statue up close and personal in 2002. The statue had been taken down because it needed to be repaired and regilded. It was put on display in the foyer of the Manitoba Museum, at that time still called The Museum of Man and Nature. Thousands of people came to look at the statue and have their picture taken with it. I was so close to the Golden Boy I could have touched it. It was definitely in need of a touch up since it had turned a sort of rusty green. It was covered with tags at the spots where repair work needed to take place.

The Golden Boy was created by Georges Gardet at a foundry in Paris. The foundry was destroyed by bombs during World War I, but the Golden Boy somehow emerged from the ruins unscathed, was rushed to a seaport and loaded onto a French vessel carrying wheat. The liner was quickly commandeered to transport military troops. For the next while, the Golden Boy cruised the dangerous war time ocean waters  in the ship’s hold. When the fighting was over in 1919 the statue was taken to Halifax and from there shipped to Winnipeg.

The Golden Boy was purchased along with the two huge bison figures at the base of the legislative building’s main stairway, for a bargain price of $11,000. Now the statue is insured for more than fifteen times that amount, and just over one million dollars was spent restoring it to its former glory in 2002.

The Golden Boy is actually a nickname for the statue who is officially called Eternal Youth. Apparently once placed in his high spot, the sun glinted off his bronze covering, creating a certain golden effect. Thus he earned the title Golden Boy. The torch in his right hand is supposed to represent a call to youth to join the pursuit of a more prosperous future for Manitoba.

It’s a lofty ideal, but I couldn’t help thinking as I viewed the statue, that the female half of our province’s population has been somewhat slighted. Young woman have just as important a contribution to make to Manitoba’s future as  young men do. Perhaps we need a Golden Girl to join the Golden Boy atop the Legislative Buildings. 

 

       

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The Paper Garden

“A life’s work is always unfinished and requires creativity till the day a person dies.”  
paper garden by molly peacock
So says Molly Peacock the author of the biography The Paper Garden which tells the story of Mary Delany who at age 72 invented a new art form–mixed media collage and in the next decade created nearly a thousand botanically correct beautifully cut paper flowers. 

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Mary Delany

Mary who was friends with King George and Queen Charlotte, composer George Frederic Handel, painter William Hogarth and writer Jonathan Swift did not have a happy start to life. Her family in need of finances and political influence arranged a marriage for her at age 17 to a 60-year-old overweight, drunkard with gambling tendencies and health problems.  

Her husband died when she was still young and she was able to marry again, this time an Irish clergyman she adored. The two of them designed and tended beautiful gardens at their home near Dublin. ” The secret of a good marriage is thinking your partner is better than yourself”, says author Molly Peacock reflecting on Mary’s two husbands

When her second husband died Mary began making flower mosaics as a way to deal with her grief. Her flowers are exceptional because of their detail. Each chapter of Molly Peacock’s book begins with a full-page flower illustration. Molly has carefully picked the flowers so they correspond with the period of Mary’s life that is described in that chapter.  

In each chapter as well Molly tells us a little bit about her own life and how it relates to Mary’s life and to the flower that has been chosen for that chapter. She has “cut the silhouette of another’s existence and placed it against her own.” Besides learning about Mary’s life and Molly’s life we also learn about the life of Ruth Hayden, Mary’s first biographer who published a book about Mary and her flowers in 1980.  

We know so much about Mary’s life because she wrote hundreds of letters to her sister Anne, who saved them all. A descendant of Anne’s published the letters and they sparked lots of interest in Mary’s life and work. 

Molly Peacock’s book is full of exquisite descriptions and many phrases that really get you thinking.

“Compliments aren’t superficial. They are the foundation for recognizing what we are in life.”

” People who seem to spring into artistic action were in fact, quietly preparing for years.” 

“Thankfulness and forgiveness are what Christianity is for.” 

“You must have technical skill to create art, but you must also have passion, which is, in an odd way, technique forgotten.”

“We make art out of the substance of our lives.” 

“To save things one must value things.  To throw things away one must value moving on.”

Molly Peacock says Mary encourages us to look for artists of the everyday– grocers who arrange their produce in attractive and colorful ways- people who dress in an interesting and artistic style–even people who hang out their laundry in a definite pattern or order. 

My friend Esther recommended The Paper Garden to me  and I throughly enjoyed it ! I rationed myself to read only one chapter a day so I could savor the beauty of the words, the flowers and the ideas in that chapter.

I think the main reason I liked this book so much is its subtitle which reads Mrs. Delany Begins Her Life’s Work at 72. It made me think that there are still things I can achieve and learn since I’m more than a decade younger than Mary Delany was when she began her life’s work. Two of my favorite quotes from the book reflect this……….

“How can people say we grow indifferent as we grow older? It is just the reverse.” 

“Some things take living long enough to do. “

 

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Children’s Party With Aunt Olly

Olly Penner

We didn’t have Mr. Rogers or Big Bird or Sponge Bob or Fred Penner when I was growing up. We had Aunt Olly. Olly Penner hosted a program on the radio station CFAM for kids called Children’s Party and I was a devoted fan in my childhood.

Like many families in the late 1950’s and early 1960’s we didn’t have a television and along with thousands of other children from all over western Canada and the central northern United States I sat near the radio every afternoon while Aunt Olly read stories like Tall Fireman Paul, Big Red and Nikki Nikki Timbo No So Rimbo and played funny songs like I Know An Old Lady Who Swallowed A Fly.

If your mother sent in a request, Aunt Olly would also wish you a Happy Birthday over the air and even tell you where your Mom had hidden your present. 

In 1989 I was given the assignment to write a feature story about Olly Penner for a magazine and so I had the chance to interview my childhood idol. I found out that not only had she done a children’s program for CFAM she had also hosted a variety of other shows like Ladies First, Hints for Homemakers, The Garden Show and Social Calendar. She co-hosted the radio station’s morning show with anchor Jim McSweeny for 13 years.

All this in a time when most women did not work outside the home, something she was criticized for by some radio listeners. She said the support of her husband Vic who was a newspaper editor but was often referred to by the public as ‘Aunt Olly’s husband’, made it possible for her to keep up with all her radio station commitments which included many public appearances. She also found time to write a regular newspaper column, publish a cookbook, and be an active participant in several community organizations, all while raising two sons. 

The day I interviewed her she showed me the thousands of fan letters she had received from children. Many had sent her photographs and drawings. But she also had fan mail from adults; grandparents who enjoyed her show, farmers who listened to her while driving their tractors, recent immigrants who said they were learning English by listening to her and  parents who said they got their children to behave by threatening to take away the privilege of listening to Children’s Party. She even had a fan letter from a priest who said he’d ‘fallen in love with her voice’.

Olly retired in 1987 and when I interviewed her in 1989 she was already a grandmother and enjoying traveling with her husband and spending more time with her family. 

Olly Penner had a legion of fans in a time when media programming aimed specifically at children was a rarity. I wonder if anyone else remembers listening to Aunt Olly? 

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Pet Peeves and Praises

pet peeve ……..a minor annoyance that an individual identifies as particularly irritating to him or her, to a greater degree than others may find it.

1) people who throw their cigarette butts on the ground and don’t put them in the trash–I see these outside almost every building in downtown Winnipeg

2) those advertising insert cards they put in magazines

3) getting to the gym and realizing I’ve left my membership card at home

4) people who put their dirty dishes in the sink instead of the dishwasher

5) people who take up part of two parking spots because they haven’t taken the time to park properly

6) people who have to use a swear word in nearly every sentence

7) customer service workers who act like the last thing they want to be doing is serving you

8) the rising cost of books on Kindle

9) people on your Facebook page who constantly invite you to play Lucky Slots or Five-O Poker  with them

10) reality tv shows

pet praises- a minor event  that an individual identifies as particularly pleasing to him or her, to a greater degree than others may find it.

1) all the people in my building who voluntarily use the recycling bins

2) customer service workers who smile and take a personal interest in you

3) the opportunity Facebook provides to have impromptu chats with my nieces and nephews and former students

4) my close proximity to the Winnipeg Public Library and all the friendly people who help me there when I’m looking for something

5) Modern Family and The Good Wife- the two best shows on TV although Rick Mercer is a close third

6) the wonderfully diverse staff employed by the YMCA where I work out, the nicest gym I’ve ever belonged to

7) the many polite fellow pedestrians in the Winnipeg Square underground walkway who hold open doors for the people coming behind them

8) finally getting the hang of text messaging and using it to stay in touch with my family

9) discovering yet another great restaurant in my neighborhood

10) The 25o or so people a day who take the time to read my blog

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My Parents’ Romance

Next month my Mom and Dad will celebrate 60 years of marriage. I’ve spent quite a bit of time in recent weeks compiling their life story in photos to share at their anniversary party. One section of the presentation is about their courtship.

Mom and Dad met each other when they were students at Canadian Mennonite Bible College (now Canadian Mennonite University) in 1950. Mom came to college from her parents’ farm just outside of Drake, Saskatchewan and Dad from his parents’ farm in Gnadenthal, Manitoba. Both Mom and Dad had been teaching public school for a couple of years to save up enough money for college.  They were on the college student council together. Mom is the secretary and Dad is standing and leaning over her shoulder. 

Mom shown here conducting some of her fellow students was very involved in music at college. She played violin and piano and sang in an octet that went touring around the country giving concerts in various churches. 

Dad was on all kinds of committees. He was a member of the literary society, organized community socials and is shown here standing in the back row on the right holding a copy of the school newspaper which he helped to publish.

Mom says she was attracted to Dad because he had such a good sense of humor and made her laugh. He was also very popular with his classmates. 

Dad says he was attracted to Mom because she was so pretty and he admired her musical talents. He also liked it that she came from a close family like he did. 

On their first date they went bowling and then to a coffee shop on Broadway with their friends Irma and Norman. Many dates like this picnic followed. Eventually they went to each other’s homes and met one another’s families. 

The day they got engaged they first went to the beach with their friends. 

They packed a picnic lunch. That evening when they got back to Winnipeg they dropped off their friends and drove to Assiniboine Park which is where Dad proposed. He was interrupted by the park warden knocking on the window and telling them the park was closing. Dad rushed through the rest of the proposal and Mom accepted. 

That summer Mom was working as a nurses’ aide at a hospital in Brandon. Dad went to visit her and give her the ring he had bought at Mitchell Copp Jewelers for $125. In the evening Dad drove the car up onto a hill overlooking the river with all the lights of the city twinkling below. It was here Dad presented Mom with the ring. 

A year later Mom and Dad were married. 

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Agnes MacDonald’s Railroad Adventure

“I did not think of the danger. My mind was not on the precarious post I had because I could gaze at the glaciers, the shadows playing on the distant peaks, the hundreds of rainbows made by the foaming, dashing river. I laughed out loud on that cowcatcher. It was so delightful!”

Agnes MacDonald, the wife of Canada’s first prime minister Sir John A. MacDonald spoke those words as she perched on the cowcatcher at the front of a train. In 1886 Agnes and Sir John A. were guests on the maiden journey of the new Canadian Pacific Railway to Banff, Alberta. Exasperated with seeing the splendor of the Rockies only through the glass of the train window, Agnes declared she would put a box up on the cowcatcher of the train and ride there. The train engineer was appalled and tried to dissuade her. He insisted she receive the prime minister’s permission. Sir John A apparently quite unperturbed at the prospect of his wife falling into the Fraser Canyon gave his assent. Agnes quickly enthroned herself on the box at the front of the locomotive. Later she would write the words that open this blog post in her journal. 

Agnes was certainly a woman with a mind of her own. Reading about her in Heather Robertson’s book More Than A Rose one gets the impression she was full of mischief and adventure before she wed the prime minister who was 21 years her senior. Witty, perceptive and energetic she found her new life in Ottawa difficult. Much younger than her husband’s friends she never fit in with his crowd.  Sir John A was an alcoholic and hopelessly in debt. Ottawa was a rough frontier town at the time, not at all like London, England where Agnes was living when she met her future husband. The McDonalds had only one child, a daughter Mary who had hydrocephalus and was often ill. 

Perhaps Agnes’ railroad adventure was one way for her to break free from the responsibilities of a difficult family life and the clearly defined expectations the public had of her in the confining role of the prime minister’s wife. 

Agnes lived in a time when women weren’t offered many choices in life. They had to find small ways to assert their independence. Agnes certainly did!

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Consumption Sabbath – Earth Day Winnipeg

Spouting old-fashioned ‘Come to Jesus’ style gospel tent meeting patter the speakers at this morning’s Consumption Sabbath rally in Winnipeg’s Memorial Park exhorted the 300 or so people in attendance to come forward and take a stand for God’s creation. 

My husband Dave pedaled his bike and I walked to the Consumption Sabbath service since advertisements for the Earth Day event had encouraged attendees to leave their cars at home. 

The site was littered with signs carried by the people who had participated in a walking parade through Winnipeg streets that was held just prior to the eleven o’clock service called a ‘radical revival’ . It had a format like that of some of the crusade meetings I attended as a child. There was a robe-clad choir who led us in old gospel favorites like This Little Light of Mine and Amazing Grace. 

The  first two speakers gave testimonies describing their conversion experiences. Christine Penner Polle began her talk by acknowledging that in the past she had been a climate change avoider but since becoming a fossil fuel abolitionist she lives with much more hope. She encouraged us to be the tree not the acorn. Read about Christine’s conversion in The Canadian Mennonite. 

The second speaker DeLayne Toews was a fiery evangelist. The Lord had sent him to the garden to change his life and there weeding onions and watching pumpkins grow he was saved from his consumptive lifestyle. Read about the collective farm DeLayne helps to operate in this Free Press article. 

Annie Janzen was the third speaker, a volunteer from the audience. I know Annie since she was the cook at Canadian Mennonite University when I was a student there. She fed us so well, but also got to know us and took an interest in students’ lives.  She compared God’s creation to flower bulbs that will bloom year after year if humans don’t interfere artificially with their growth cycle. We all laughed when the elderly Annie said,  “Thank you to everyone who has already offered me a chair to sit on today, but it is Earth Day and I want to sit or stand on the earth.” Read more about what Annie has done since her retirement in the Canadian Mennonite article. 

Aiden Enns, the editor of Geez magazine, made reference to orators Billy Graham and Barack Obama as he adopted the persona of Brother Aiden John to preach to us about the need for a more poetic and less scientific connection to creation. He urged us to temper our enchantment with human creations like the i-phone by taking more delight in natural creations like flowers and trees. 

Using exaggerated gestures to emphasize his points Brother Aiden entreated us to recognize, restrain and redistribute.

Recognize the abundant free gift of creation

Restrain ourselves as consumers

Redistribute our wealth to those in need 

We had each been given a pledge card when the service started and now Brother Aiden asked us to fill it out, writing down what we were prepared to do to take a break from overconsumption like…….. take a digital sabbath- no computers for a time; take a junk food sabbath-eat locally produced food instead; or take a motorized transport sabbath-bike or walk instead. As the congregation sang we were called to come forward and tape our pledge to a large gold oil drum at the front of the tent as a symbol of our commitment to take a break from over-consumption. 

After the service, it was great to chat with the many familiar people in the crowd. Here Dave visits with a former fellow church member of ours Charles Loewen.

You can read more about the Consumption Sabbath in this Free Press article.

What next? I’ve pledged to try to reduce my computer screen hours. Hope I will still have time to complete a blog post everyday. 

 

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Missing Pacific Coffee

This morning Dave and I went for coffee at the Free Press News Cafe. It’s a nice little place with good coffee and you get a complimentary copy of the Winnipeg Free Press along with your cup of java……but it isn’t Pacific Coffee.  When we were living in Hong Kong Dave and I went to Pacific Coffee every weekend. Pacific Coffee had hot and cold coffees in every flavor imaginable and good pastry. 

Sunday morning at Pacific Coffee with our children during one of their visits to Hong Kong

There were huge, soft armchairs and couches arranged around tables in a way that facilitated conversation, eating, drinking, relaxing, reading the weekend edition of the South China Morning Post and doing the crossword puzzle.  The lighting was warm and inviting and the music selection modern and easy going. Shelves held multiple copies of the major Hong Kong newspapers and magazines in both Mandarin and English. There were 35 Pacific Coffee houses in Hong Kong and each one was just a little different, so it was interesting to visit a new one to see what it was like, although our favorite haunt was at the Festival Walk shopping mall. There was always a thought for the day posted somewhere in the coffee shop for you to mull over while you were there. 

 

You had to get to Pacific Coffee early on a weekend morning because it could get busy and the lines at the counter long. People came there to study, have meetings and meet friends. We often called friends and family from Pacific Coffee and then Dave and I would chat and catch each other up on news from back home after the phone calls.

 

We took all our Hong Kong visitors to Pacific Coffee and my brother Mark liked the place so much he said he was going to open one in Winnipeg. I wish he would! We really need a comfy coffeehouse that is open on weekend mornings in Winnipeg’s Exchange District. It’s a great place to live but a Pacific Coffee would make it even better. 

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The Old School House- Kornelsen School Memories

My grade three class at the Kornelson School in Steinbach

Look at the size of this class! 40 grade three students and I’m one of them, second from the end, in the second last row, on the right. We didn’t have professional photographers coming into our little white schoolhouse in Steinbach to take our pictures and so our teacher Mrs. Kihn arranged us in orderly rows on the school’s front steps and snapped this photo of her large class and had copies made for her students. She signed the back of each one of the forty photos in the beautiful cursive script she’d taught us…………..

June 21, 1962- Best Wishes M. Kihn. 

Mural in downtown Steinbach of Kornelson School. I attended grades three and four there.

I was in Steinbach this week to have lunch with a friend and noticed this street mural painted by an artist named Davey Penner. It shows the tall, black-roofed clapboard building where I went to school in grades 3 and 4.

Kornelsen school was built in 1911 when the town’s citizens decided that rather than just having private church schools taught in the German language the community also needed a public school where English was the language of instruction. 

The school was named after Gerhard E. Kornelsen (1857-1933) photographed here with his wife Anna.  Gerhard had been a teacher in a Mennonite school in Russia and continued on with that profession in Steinbach when he joined some of the first immigrants to settle there. His son Gerhard G. Kornelsen who was born in 1878 was also a teacher in Steinbach for a time but eventually resigned because he didn’t have official teaching credentials.

Miss Mary Kornelsen, a daughter and granddaughter to the two Gerhards who’d taught in Steinbach was the principal of Kornelsen School when I attended there. She was also the grade one teacher and had my younger sister Kaaren in her class.

Miss Kornelsen had taught in the Steinbach area for many years and after she retired she even wrote a book called Give Me This Mountain about her teaching career. 

Miss Toews’ Grade Four Class at Kornelson School

Ms. Toews was my grade four teacher and we were the last class to graduate from the kindergarten to grade four Kornelsen school in 1963. In 1964 the school was torn down to make way for Steinbach’s new Civic Centre. As you can see our class is about half the size of our grade three class. I imagine some students had already been sent over to Southwood School where I would also go the following year. In this picture, I’m in the last row third from the right-hand side. I’m surprised but I can still recognize and name sixteen of my fellow students. 

Old photo of Kornelson School from the Manitoba Archives

I have some vivid memories of Kornelsen School. The years I attended 1961-1963 were at the height of the Cold War and of course, the Cuban Missile crisis was in October of 1962.  We used to have drills where the town randomly blew a siren that normally went off only at noon. Some days when that happened we practiced hiding under desks. Other days we had to hurry home as fast as we could. Older students were always in charge of younger ones. I was assigned to make sure my little sister Kaaren got home safely as well as a girl named Cathy who lived right along the route to our house on the #12 Highway. 

In grade three we made a recipe book for our mothers for Mother’s Day and in grade four I memorized the poem The Song My Paddle Sings by Emily Pauline Johnson and recited it with great passion on parents’ day. I can still recite that poem. Math was the bane of my existence but Mrs. Kihn made that easy because she had tins of colored pegs we could use for counters and I remember Miss Toews staying after school with me one day and working with me at the blackboard till I had mastered long division. 

I remember a yo-yo expert coming to do a show for us on the schoolyard one noon hour and all of us going home to beg our parents for money to buy a yo-yo at the Steinbach Five Cent to a Dollar Store.

I liked going over to my friend Penny Peters’ house to play after school because her family lived in the upper story of the Tourist Hotel which her parents operated and her Mom would bring us burgers and fries from the restaurant kitchen for supper. 

What next? I’d love to hear from other people who were students at the old Kornelsen School. I wonder what they remember about their years of education there. I’m glad the school’s been immortalized in a mural. From 1911-1963 it played an important role in the community and in the lives of the thousands of students who attended there. 

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What Are People Saying?

My story about Annie Funk, a Titanic passenger was popular. One reader said she had been at a Titanic exhibit in San Diego where each visitor received a replica of an actual boarding pass with information about a passenger on it. The passenger on her pass was Annie Funk. 

My post about living in the Exchange District received lots of feedback and it was even re-posted on the Residents of the Exchange District website.  It also resulted in an interesting chat with a businessman in the Exchange area who invited me out for lunch after reading my blog post. 

The second most popular post I did was about my husband’s grandparents’ Henrich and Gertrude Enns. Family members appreciated it but many other readers said they had enjoyed it too. 

I started my post describing an afternoon of artistic painting I had done with a group of friends by sharing an anecdote about a teacher who had embarrassed me by making fun of my art work in front of the whole class. Two other women from my home town responded telling me they’d had the same art teacher and each woman recalled a specific incident when they too had been ridiculed in front of their fellow students because they lacked artistic ability. I guess it made me feel a little better to know I wasn’t the only one. By the way this week I signed on as a volunteer at the Winnipeg Art Gallery. Wouldn’t that surprise my old art teacher?

My cousin Al responded to my post about The Street Where I Live to remind me that Louis Riel did not lead a rebellion but a resistance movement. Al says……Riel’s actions in what is now Manitoba are usually considered a resistance rather than a rebellion. The government of Canada did not own the land they were surveying to take over when Riel set up his provisional government. In fact, much of the list of rights suggested by Riel’s people comprise part of the Manitoba Act which made Manitoba a province. People who think of Riel as a traitor use the word ‘rebellion’ while those who consider him a hero use ‘resistance’

A friend who lives in Hawaii was happy to learn about the Georgia O Keeffe connection with his home state after reading my blog post about Ms O Keeffe’s visit to Hawaii. 

A thoughtful young person reading my post about the famous people who have planted trees at the home of Canada’s Governor General  made the astute observation that you don’t have to be famous to ‘bear fruit’ with your life and make a difference in the world. 

Lots of people contacted me regarding my post about Giving Things Up For Lent to let me know what they were giving up for Lent. 

After I wrote a post about famous Manitoba criminal, Kenneth Leishman my friend Les sent me a message to let me know that in the 1960’s Ken had often come into the grocery store where Les had an after school job and he remembered that Ken had been a polite, well-dressed man.

My post about the first story I had published at age 10 mentioned a former teacher of mine Helmuth Klassen. Someone who reads my blog sent him the link and then he sent me a lovely letter with some of his memories of me as a student and told me about what has happened in his life since he was my teacher. 

The best thing about writing this blog is the way it is connecting me with new people and reconnecting me with people I have known in the past. 

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