Thursday, October 05, 2006

Pear feast

Guess what we're doing today?



Our neighbors have 80 pear trees in their orchard,
with several various varieties.


In their fullness the past few weeks, we were invited to feast on the harvest, therefore one son eagerly waltzed over with a big bucket to fill up. When it was heavier than he had anticipated, he strolled to the barn to fetch the wheelbarrow, but then I realized he was bringing home "work" for us, and no time was available at that moment to complete the work involved with his good intentions. The hand stop signal went up until further notice, so today we work to get these yummy pears in our food storage.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Gorgeous Grad Gals

A Trio of Grad Gals!
Sending congratulations again to the "Grad gals" after receiving this lovely picture in the mail yesterday. Though they all graduated before the summer, how often does it happen mother and two daughters all graduate from their intense years of schooling around the same time?


Mother and daughters

Congratulations also to the youngest here, off to Holland hired as an Au'Pair to Dutch children. Anyone knowing her and wanting to submit something "Canadian" to her for use in teaching the children about Canada, please let me know and I'll pass along the address.

The reward after a hard day of work.

Yesterday was a day filled with outdoor winter preparations, a day where all hands were on deck as hubby directed us all on our responsibilities on this, his day off.

The lawn mower roared into service, both an electric and a gas weed eater clipped grass edges noisily, the garage had both vehicles removed for a general clean up and full sweep, the barn was swept and tidied after the outdoor lawn furniture was stored away for winter, decks were cleaned, the pool dried and stored as well as the trampoline pads, the hoses, sprinklers, tarps, scooters, and all was well until the belt blew on the Husquarvarna ride on mower.

Drats!

Off hubby went on a wild goose chase to find someone who might have a replacement, to no avail. The part had to be ordered in, and we now await the phone call for it to arrive. With the lawn partly mowed, his task ended earlier than he expected.

Call from our son in the west while the fire is stoking...

Meanwhile, the rest of us worked and tried to stay motivated to the final reward, that of a campfire complete with roasting of wieners and marshmallows. Yes sir! The fire pile had grown, grass grew around it and was now completely weed whacked (we had to wait to purchase a gas one to get to its location), and the children began gathering up those lovely stored bricks in the wheelbarrow once more, to begin the construction of a circular outer perimeter safety zone. Then they got quite creative, making benches to sit on and now our “fire pit” is complete for the future!

They did a great job!

Handmade benches, even a brick table.

Sing around a campfire, sing the campfire song....

Our fire pit proved to be a rewarding end to our chore filled day, as all was coming together for the dinner fare.

I love this!

Almost ready!

“It had to be a traditional roast…with marshmallows too” declared our older children. “Even our favorite root beer please?” (ugh, such a junk food meal uttered the mother)

The fire was great, almost too hot though
to stand near for cooking our food.

Everyone was eager to get the fire stoking, though it eventually heated up so intensely, it became difficult to stand and cook over the fire itself initially.

A toad was attracted to the warmth of the fire at first and surprised us all by jumping under a piece of burning wood into the coals. Then, a few minutes later he bounded out, remained on the brick edge for a bit, and then scooted away across the grass.

Crazy cold blooded toad jumped right into the fire then out again!

The children were fully determined to reap the bonus at the end of a duty filled day, and ingesting the whole meal out there. The scene before us invited relaxation as we parents sunk into our camp chairs, and the children sat on their creative handmade benches.

The children were keen on the whole thing, the younger ones I’m certain were doing a science experiment to see who could get their marshmallows blacker, on fire and falling off their stick into the fire. They ate them from the bag, but cooked them on the fire too, though not liking them heated or dark in color. Then there was the mess that turned them off, humoress really when our younger daughter was just so disgusted, she ran inside to wash up and wanted nothing more to do with that type of fire food cooking.

Burning marshmallows to see burn alot, or to eat?

"What a messy food" she said...

Yes, all was well, until we heard thunder in the distance and eventually the lightning that accompanied it lit up the skies wirht huge forks bounding down at the earth's surfaces. One of the good things about living in the east is hearing storms brewing for some time before they are actually near or overhead, therefore we actually completed our meal just fine before having to retire to the house.


The dark clouds were rolling in, thunder and lightning
beginning to fill the night sky

It's been interesting here not having any fire regulations with the local fire department for burning outdoors all year long. We waited all summer thinking there was, and now with our campfire success behind us this night, I can see we'll be enjoying times such as this one much more often. Even stoking up a lovely warm fire to sit around together during the coming cooler months, perhaps a hot chocolate or steamy latte in hand will suffice, and it will most definitely invite some serene moments into our lives while gazing up at the starry night changes in the jet black night sky at the same time.

That's the way I like them...

Monday, October 02, 2006

Nostalgia worth taking the road trip for, and finding a "Woody" along the way!


Old Wooden Woody



Well, well, look what we have here!

Okay folks, I’ll be taking some time to write about occasions of exploration we had over the summer months, and though late, better than ever to get them all posted for you to see, and me to print off for the continuous journey of eastern living for our family to keep in a book. I intend to get caught up during the upcoming week ahead; if possible, as there are many activities and events we were so excited about to share with you.

Today, I want to share how thrilled hubby was to find a real “Woody” sitting pretty and in fairly good condition while out on one of our journeys. Instead of turning his head towards the fascinating Victorian home on the other side of the street I was pointing to, he glanced and stared almost in disbelief out his own window the other way and didn’t/wouldn’t heed my request. Not knowing something else had captured his full attention, I realized it was huge when gazing towards his sighting, then knew why.

What I was looking at...

He stopped the vehicle, opened the door and within a few short steps, time stood still, when he was quietly walking back in time to when he was a young lad working the rails from dawn to dusk traveling all over the place for days at a time. Did I mention yet this was a pivotal moment when I just knew the camera had to click away?

What hubby saw...

Yes, at the young age of seventeen, this was like a grand hotel to him, and he actually slept in one of these same types of cabooses many days and nights. This particular Woody we realized was purchased by a little town we’d stumbled into on our journey. It had dropped off in an “as is” condition, and hadn’t yet been refurbished back to its original state. All original furnishings, equipment and other items were still in their original places. That was SUPER okay however, as hubby was sent into a thrilling nostalgic time warp, flooded by memories of his youthful days gone by. I will share his words with you below, working my way from picture to picture.

Enjoy!

Like all “Woodys”, this caboose is an original used for fifty or sixty years, built in approximately the 1920’s, until such time as modern technology introduced metal cabooses for use in rail transportation.

Now sitting retired and settled into its grand splendor.

The purpose of a caboose was to have a constant visual inspection from the tail-end of the train, on that portion not visible to the engine. It housed important tools, emergency supplies and equipment for possible derailments or wash outs. It was also considered the conductor’s office on wheels and it represented a formerly required safety aspect of rear end or tail end protection from one train to another, when operating in former train control method called “manual block systems” and/or “train order territory”.

Traditionally the conductor and tail-end brakeman in the caboose were members of a four man crew, which also included the head-end brakeman and the locomotive engineer rode in there. This was a former composition of a train crew prior to the late 1980’s.

Restoration would be in order, but what a wild ride observing hubby's walk back in time and catching this expression on his face as he just looked into the back window to see all in its original place!


Technology, Union agreements and better methods of train control, now referred to “centralized traffic control” (CTC). This has allowed trains to have electronic train protection and the operating crew consists now of one conductor, one engineer, both on the head end of the locomotive of each train now.

Details;

The caboose included a full block maintained refrigerator system, coal and later oil fueled stoves, sleeping quarters for four, dining table for four, the conductor’s desk or office at each end and a copula up top for the purpose of one or two of the tail-end crew members to make in-train observations, of their assigned train while traveling around curves.

As though it was walked away from and abandoned "as is". Original furnishings and equipment still grace its interior wooden walls.

Crew members were also required to inspect the track behind the caboose for any telltale tie or road bed, and/or track damage that may indicate something wrong or even possible dragging equipment within their own train, or worse, a possible derailed wheel. These wooden cabooses or “Woodys” as we called them in the past, were considered for fifty plus years to be the epitome of safety for trains while they were traveling anywhere in the world.

Another shot featuring the wooden panelled walls and
upgraded carpeting of the early days.

Before bearings, they used to have housing at the end each axle of every wheel of every car, and in that housing there used to be industrial type of “sponge” for the lack of a better word really, which maintained a reservoir of oil for the purpose of keeping each axle lubricated and cool enough to be able to operate over a very long distances without continuous maintenance.

Even the black long nosed oil can was still here!

Notice the long nosed black oil can on the left side of the center aisle in this picture. This oil can was used as a refillable portable device by the brakeman. While working on a trip, if there was any noticeable smoking wheel on a train car while in motion, the train would have to be stopped, and he (the brakeman) would have to walk up to the car in question to oil the wheel, using this exact device. Trains used to be a mere 50 cars in length in those days, so the waltz up to the car on a time limit schedule was no big deal, where as now, they are upwards of 160 cars in length. Interesting the black oil can is still in this very caboose, in its exact location for the train crew to find, unchanged from days gone by! That was a wild nostalgic citing for hubby.

The observation windows where two could sit and do their work.

Cabooses were always known as “the end of the line” on trains. Just ask any child in years gone by when the train was over, and they would tell you “when we see the caboose”, “watch for the red caboose”, or in this case “the wooden caboose”. However with the advance of technology, cabooses became redundant because the tail-end protection was no longer required with the introduction of centralized traffic control signal systems now affording the tail-end protection. The running gear on every train, including the temperature of wheels, dragging equipment, gaze of wheels between axle, and speeds are all monitored by wayside electronic technology that scans every train, every ten or fifteen miles it travels depending on the territory. The last car on each train now carries a device, nicknamed the “hot box detector”.

End of an era...

Just as the industrial revolution fueled on by the great steam locomotives of their day, eventually replaced by new technology of diesel electric locomotives, so too did the caboose find its way into the history books of the same era, due to mankind’s insistent technical revolutions of the day. Cabooses had their place then, and due to the nostalgia of them, just as the old trolley cars or old passenger train cars, many specialty groups have purchased or restored them for the good of that history for future generations to view, learn and appreciate them well. Many trolleys or train cars are now seen in restaurants or museums (Spaghetti factory restaurant, and others), and like their counterparts, “Woodys” have found their place in many museums, public gathering locales and memorial locations (Fort Langley, Chilliwack) throughout the world.

This woody is sitting pretty next to an old train staion,
now converted into a library.

It was a great find this day, a great education for our children too as their father recounted his previous line of work, grasping for a wee naptime while out on the rails on those very similar types of beds, retold stories of life as a brakeman, gave a few incidences of fun and pranks inside the cabooses he was a part of and smiled all day long as we continued our journey.

Speaking of old woody cabooses, please click onto THIS LINK HERE in case you're ever over on Galiano Island in the Pacific, to see it refurbished and now a place to stay. Unreal!

Also, you'll know this caboose above is in fairly good condition, compared to these below...only a few of the many now retired around North America.




Sunday, October 01, 2006

Autumn wonderland...

Walking in an autumn wonderland was our theme.

Taking a family stroll along the sea's edge, we couldn't help but notice copious amounts of the new season's changes while taking our walk. With an abundance of rain pelting down on us the past few days, thunder storms accompanying it and having been cooped up in the house, the chance to get outdoors was a real blessing for us today.

The sun was a balm for rejuvenating our mind and bodies and such a pretty sight to see, illuminating our day, glorious in its position mounted up high amongst the white puffy clouds in the beautiful blue sky.

It was also a perfect day for spending a memorable afternoon at our chosen spot near the water, a time for the children to play at the park, and time to enjoy some hand cut fresh french fries at the stand nearby, a real seasonal treat for the locals... I am told. Most of all, it was simply delightful to take a few moments for hubby and I to turn our faces upward towards the autumn sky, close our eyes, feeling those rays from the sun's warmth deep within us, radiating all the way to our toes, while lounging on the picnic table, as the children consumed their ketchup coated snack.

It was so incredibly refreshing to just sit and be still!

Here are a few of the things that caught my photographer's eye (smile), as I snapped away with my trusty camera tagging along, sitting pretty on my shoulder during our family afternoon excursion.


Park revellers feeding the squirrel population. Many swarmed about as peanuts in their shells were presented out of the hands of three admiring nature buffs and two photographers snapped pictures of the event (I was one..smile)


This squirrel saw me pull out the camera and ran right up to my feet, likely looking for some more peanuts I would imagine.

Sunshine and white puffy clouds

The leaves on the trees are becoming more sparse as the wind gently blows them away
Crunch, crunch under our feet. A contrast to the lovely looking water colors

This tree has strange looking seed pods on it. An ornamental ash tree supposely

This "mother squirrel" hit the jackpot at the french fry stand a minute earlier. While gobbling down its loot, it allowed me to get this close for a great shot.

I loved this birdhouse in the middle of the park. It reminded me of an amish yard with birds flying to and fro preparing for a winter's nesting.

Swinging their cares away, what could be better on such a beautiful day!