July 6th, 2003:
And the rains came! There was an inch
in the gauge this morning and still raining steadily; that included a bit
from some Friday showers. By the middle of the afternoon there was another
full inch.
I checked back to the first of May,
and the only rain I recorded was six tenths in May, and one tenth in June.
There could have been a bit more than that; our gauge is too close to the
house and if there’s a south wind with the rain, it blows past the
gauge. I doubt if it would amount to another tenth, though.
The
Nobleville School Reunion was this weekend. On Saturday, they had
registration in the morning, sold raffle tickets and souvenirs, and did
some serious visiting. The Archerwill Figure Skating Club sold hamburgers
and coffee at lunch time. There were some egg-and-spoon races, which
looked like a lot of fun ¾
that Ted Krzak gallops around like a teenager!
Everyone
moved to the Archerwill Community Hall late in the afternoon for a happy
hour, supper (which was delicious, and Oh! Those desserts!), and more
visiting. The Marquette girls sang several numbers, as did Amy Shuya, one
of them a duet with her mother, Margaret.
I took lots of pictures, and am going
to put them on my website (www.greenwaterreport.com)
for all to see. The frame number will be on the bottom right corner (in
most cases) so anyone can order copies.
In our recent perambulations, we drove
into a lot of small villages and hamlets, just to look around. Most of
them looked fine, with neat, well-kept houses. Some of the falling-down
business places are a bit depressing, as are the empty school buildings
(likely closed through a political decision rather than an economic one) ¾
the waste! Instead of giving businesses big bonuses to locate in Saskatoon
and Regina, we should encourage them to make use of idle facilities in
these small centers. Housing is cheap, the infrastructure is there, and
the quality of life is great.
The
people who live in these small centers take a lot of pride in their
surroundings; houses and yards are kept neat and clean, usually with lots
of flowers. Many centers have a point of interest that is worth a closer
look, whether it is a campground, town sign, or town symbol ¾
Porcupine has Quilly Willy; Kelvington its “Hockey Factory” sign; Rama
its Grotto, and Canora its Ukrainian maiden.
Buchanan
has a lovely sign along the highway, in front of what looks like a
pleasant camping or picnicking spot; Okla has
a big sign, giving a capsule history of the area, made with
characters burnt into the wood. Prairie River, with a very small
population, has an excellent museum in the old CNR station. There seems to
be something that makes it worthwhile to drive in and check them out. As a
result, we spent five days week before last, without getting a hundred
miles from home, and we had a ball!
A week ago yesterday, the new Tackle
Box had an official opening, and we missed it! Likely just not paying
attention when we looked at bulletin boards. Joyce tells me they had about
300 people out for it, so it was certainly successful. I notice they have
some new paddle boats for rent; also a trampoline.
We have been picking saskatoons for a
week now; not a lot, but we can always find a few ripe ones. I suspect we
can start picking in earnest anytime now. I thought it was early, but
checking back to last year we had started picking about July 7th;
the year before, it was July 15th.
Don
Beaucamp, who has a cottage in Uskatik, stopped around last Wednesday. He
said a neighbor, ninety-six year old Margaret Swain, caught a
fifteen-pound jack recently. I’ll bet it was a thrill at any age!
Chris Weiss also called; he caught a
thirteen-pounder, and his daughter caught a six-pounder. Looks like
fishing is back in the respectable range again. Chris said that when he
got back to the Tackle Box, the fish was only eleven pounds; someone there
told him it is usual for a fish to lose weight after being caught, even
when hung on a stringer in the water.
We have a wren’s house outside our
bathroom window, and the other day noticed three little heads poking out.
I opened the window to take a picture of them; the parent got in an awful
snit, chattering away like mad, and the little ones disappeared, so I
closed the window again. Next day there wasn’t a sign of them. I thought
the little ones were about ready to fly, and hope that is what happened.