September 7th, 2003:
The
Labor Day weekend ended with a bang. A storm came up after supper Monday
that left two tenths in the gauge in about fifteen minutes. There was some
impressive thunder and lightning, and a gale-force wind from the north. We
expected to see our boat’s tethers break, but they held. Some hail fell
on Uskatik, but here there were only a few stones here. It rained again a
bit later, and on Tuesday, it misted all morning, but total rainfall was
only three tenths.
On
Wednesday, there were thirteen geese and one swan on the beach. The geese
were doing a lot of gabbling but don’t think the swan thought they were
much of a threat. It took its time and finally sailed off to the west. On
Saturday, there were fifteen geese, and no sign of the swan.
Did
you know that geese can dive? I didn’t know it until this morning -
six or eight geese were swimming in the swimming area (like good geese)
and were flapping their wings and splashing like a bunch of kids. Then I
saw several of them submerge for several seconds, and come up in a
different place.
Some
yahoo thought it would be fun to turn wheelies on the Park’s grass north
of the Beach Café. He made quite a mess of some lovely lawn. Ignorance
has no limits!
Bryan
Grimson phoned on Monday to see if I could come down. It was quite a
relief – Doreen cracked the whip all weekend and I was played out. We
built planters, moved dirt, and transplanted a bunch of plants. A little
quiet time on the combine is just what I needed!
We
got all the canola done, and much of the barley. I came home Friday as
they had all the help they needed, and shouldn’t have to go back before
Monday.
Their
tame geese have started flying again, so they couldn’t have been too
badly injured when they hit the truck. One time they followed Joyce’s
van about a mile. They seem to have abandoned the quad, and adopted
Dan’s truck as their mother. They spend a lot of time sitting under it.
That could be dangerous!
Peter
Patrick asked me one time about railway Morse Code. I told him I would
make a chart of the alphabet so he could put it up at the Kelvington
Museum. I did, too, and just noticed it sitting on my desktop, now that
the tourist season is over. Sorry about that, Peter! I will get it to you
one way or another, and maybe next summer we can do a demo of the
telegraph bit, if anyone is interested.
While
with the railroad, I spent a bit of time in this general area – a month
in Carrot River which was a three-man point. The agent was T. D. Steele,
the Assistant Agent was Bert Wilson (who now lives in Tisdale), and I was
the operator. From there, I went to Bjorkdale for two weeks, relieving
Wilbur (Web) Wilson, Bert’s brother, then to Mistatim to relieve agent
Tom Rice for two weeks. It seems to me it rained the whole time I was
there; the highway was under construction and the only way in or out was
by train or by horse. Following that, I spent two weeks in Peesane, but I
don’t think there was a resident agent at the time.
Carrot
River had a proper station, with quarters for the agent; the stations in
the other three places looked like converted bunk cars. At Bjorkdale I had
another similar building for quarters, and I think it sits in McHugh’s
yard in Bjorkdale today. At Mistatim, I shared a bunkhouse with the
section men, and at Peesane I had a cot in the freight shed portion of the
station. Seems pretty primitive now, but at the time I was quite content.
Joan
Eyolfson Cadham of Foam Lake has a problem with junk e-mail. Vern Randall
introduced me to the sweetest little program -
it’s called Mailwasher (your search engine will find it quickly) and
takes very little time to download. Use it to open your e-mail and it will
list
everything
before it gets into your Inbox. You then have the chance to process it if
it’s something you want, delete it, or bounce it right back to the
sender. My understanding is that the sender’s e-mail program thinks it
is a non-valid address and deletes it from its database. I had recently
changed my address so didn’t get a lot of spam, but in the first week it
highlighted four or five suspected viruses (which it deleted without
bouncing) and since then, a few dubious messages. Now I very rarely see
anything I could call spam. It’s Freeware, but donations are gratefully
accepted.
Doreen
planted four long willow withes, which have taken root, and planted
scarlet runner beans under them. It must now be the tallest beanstalk
around, with the showiest flowers!