Sunday, July 27, 2008

Writer's heaven


This is where I spend most summer mornings.
I get up as early as I can, usually between 4:00 and 5:00 and my day begins by writing from this chair on our deck. We screened the deck in the spring of 2001 and this became the room we use most in the summer time.

The deck faces the east so I am able to watch the sun come up over the bush. A large oak tree in the yard filters the glare, letting in enough light and warmth that by 8:00 a.m. I can take the blanket off my lap. This is an absolutely wonderful place to write.

All is quiet here in the morning except for the twittering of birds and the occasional bawl of a cow or calf at the far end of the pasture. It is really nice when the cows come by, swinging their tales and munching grass. The air is absolutely still until about 9:00 a.m. when the wind starts to pick up.

As the days grow shorter and summer progresses into early fall, I'll spend less time out here. But for now I'll appreciate every day that I can. My creative juices flow freely here and the scenes of my novel are vivid in my mind. They say that connecting with nature is one of the best things a person can do to inspire creativity and I believe this is so.

The book is coming along nicely and hopefully will be done soon.

Friday, July 25, 2008

The Last Lecture

A university professor who inspired thousands with his message of hope and determination, despite having only months to live, has died.

Randy Pausch, a computer science professor at Carnegie Mellon University, died early Friday at his home in Virginia.

The 47-year-old became famous after the "last lecture" he delivered in September 2007 became an Internet sensation, watched by millions online.

He had been diagnosed with incurable pancreatic cancer one year earlier -- and given just three to six months to live.

"We can't change the cards we're dealt, just how we play the hand," the computer science professor says at the beginning of his lecture. "If I don't seem as morose or depressed as you think I should be, sorry to disappoint you."

The husband and father of three young children goes on to deliver a phenomenally uplifting message, speaking about achieving your dreams. At one point he even does pushups to demonstrate the strength he still had in his cancer-ridden body.

He later said the message was meant as a "message in a bottle" to his kids Logan, Dylan and Chloe.

The momentum of the YouTube video was carried over to a book project that Pausch embarked on with Jeffrey Zaslow, a columnist at the Wall Street Journal.

The book "The Last Lecture" is essentially a series of lectures that Pausch delivered by cell phone to Zaslow as he rode his bicycle to stay fit.

It climbed to the top of the best-seller list when it was published in April and remains there still.

Pausch was a professor of computer science and human-computer interaction and design, and was considered by many to be a pioneer in virtual reality research. He also co-founded the Carnegie Mellon Entertainment Technology Center -- a facility designed to bring artists and engineers together.

He was known at Carnegie Mellon -- where he also studied and received a Ph.D. -- for his energetic and exuberant style as a teacher and mentor.

Watch the last lecture through the link on the right hand side of this page.



Tuesday, July 22, 2008

The Joy of Strawberry Pie


When we were young and industrious, Mark and I cultivated a U-Pick Strawberry patch right here on the farm. Every year from 1985 until 1996, we buzzed around in May and June getting ready for the three weeks that, depending on the weather, would either be a complete washout or booming success.

I remember those times fondly. I'd pull on my sweatpants, sweatshirt and rubber boots and open up at 6:30 a.m. People would come from all over with stacks of empty ice cream pails in their cars to pick them all full. Some years our crop was tremendous - Mark really did know how to grow strawberries and it helped that we hit upon a June bearing variety, the Glooscap, that produced particularly well in our soil.

Some of our pickers were the best customers in the world. They came regardless of the year we were having and picked, without complaint, even when the berries were small. Some of them would bring along a picnic lunch and sit in the shade after the picking was done. The memory of one group of pickers crawling along the rows, singing hymns is something I'll never forget.

My mother-in-law, Jonina, loved the strawberries. After her morning chores were done she would come out to the field and either spell me off or pick a few for herself. I remember in the early years when were first getting started "Jo" would try and pay me for the berries she picked. Of course I never accepted it and had to act really insulted so that she would stop offering. We had some really wonderful times together picking berries while the guys were out haying. She taught me how to make jam and we filled our freezers full with whatever was left over at the end of the season.

During the days of the Siglunes ball tournament, both Jo and I would each take two strawberry pies down to the hall and they were sold by the ladies club along with pies from all the other women in the community. Jo happened upon the recipe one day, gave it a try and then passed it on to me. As the years passed, it got so that people in the stands would jump down and run to stand in line when they saw us walking up past the ball diamonds with those pies.

After Jo passed away in the spring of 1993, things began to change here on the farm. We shut down the U-PICK as our lives began going in different directions.

I'd like to share with you Jo's recipe for Strawberry Pie:

Crust:
1 1/2 cups graham crumbs
1/4 cup sugar
4 tbsp. butter or margarine

Mix together and press into a pie plate. I use a deep dish glass pan. Bake in the oven for 10 minutes at 375 degrees. Let cool.

Filling:
1 1/2 c. water
3/4 c. sugar
2 tsp. cornstarch
1 pkg. strawberry jello
Approx. 5 cups halved strawberries

250 ml (1 cup) Whipping cream
Sugar to taste

Mix the cornstarch in the sugar in a small bowl. Heat the water in a small pot until boiling, then slowly pour in the sugar mixture. Cook until clear, stirring continually. Remove from heat. Pour in the jello and stir until there are no clumps.

Using a slotted spoon, pour in a cup of strawberries. Stir until the berries are coated and then lift them into the cool pie shell. Continue doing this until the pie plate is heaping with coated berries. Then pour the remaining liquid evenly over top. Cool in the fridge for about 2 hours.

Whip the cream with a mixer, adding the sugar slowly until the cream is stiff. Spread on top of the pie and put back in the fridge. Don't worry about how to store the leftovers because there won't be any.

If you have any questions about this recipe, feel free to comment and I will reply.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Yes, it is raining again


  1. Wake up at 3:00 a.m.
  2. Start working on my novel.
  3. Check the basement for flooding
  4. Realize I am being paranoid and get back to work.

Things are starting to get tense here on the farm. It is, let me check the date, July 17th and we haven’t started haying yet. To put that in perspective for non-farming folk, we usually start at the end of June.

The problem is that it has been raining since May. Mark checks the rain gauge faithfully and has recorded a whopping 13.36” this season. The pastures and hayfields are saturated and a small lake has sprung up in the yard. Last week, we had a mini-flood in the basement.

On the bright side, he’s done all sorts of things around the house. He fixed the stove, installed a new pill switch in the septic tank and has the garage almost cleaned out. This morning, between a break in the clouds, we rode our bikes over to the neighbour’s house and had coffee on their screened in deck.

The cattleman’s motto is: Make hay while the sun shines. This year however, it’s become: Drink coffee and watch the weather channel.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Wine Season

Wine Season

1. Get up and check on two new batches of wine
2. Stir vigorously
3. Add a heater to the closet since it’s frickin cold outside
4. Realize the garbage stinks like rotten fruit and pitch it outside onto the porch.

I spent yesterday afternoon cleaning 10 baskets of strawberries. They were brought to me by a friend who went and bought the pre-picked pails from a farm in Portage la Prairie. I froze some, put a basket in the fridge to make a strawberry pie and have turned the rest into wine.

Making home made wine is my only hobby. I started a few years ago after getting hooked on Louis Cote’s wine. Louis is a retired teacher who lives north of Moosehorn and he’s been making the stuff for over 25 years. His is all natural, made from berries that he and his wife Sharon pick themselves.

I remember the first time I was offered a glass of Louis’ wine. I was visiting and told them politely, “No thanks, I don’t drink wine.” The insisted I have a taste, which I did and then forgot about it. On the next visit, I had another taste. And the same thing happened every time I visited over a period of two years. Then one day a friend of Laurie’s came for a visit and brought with him a bottle of home made wine. We served it with dinner and after about two glasses, I began to exclaim how good it was. I examined the label to see that it was made by Louis Cote. At that moment it all came together for me and I’ve been a wine fan of his ever since.

Over the years, Louis has taught many people to make wine. Nervous that I’d do something wrong, he went through it with me step by step. Still nervous, I bought all the supplies I needed and went to Mike and Diane Price’s house. Mike had recently learned from Louis how to make the wine and we made a few batches together. Once I was confident, I started making it on my own. Last summer I put down 10 carboys which resulted in close to 300 bottles of wine. Like me, people who drink it get hooked. I’ve made a lot of friends because of it.

With my berries and sugar all ready, I went down into the basement and began rooting through my supplies. After about 10 minutes of searching, I realized that I’d lost the recipe Louis gave me. Sheepishly, I called his house. After a few minutes of razzing, he gave me the instructions over the phone.

For me, summer has become wine making season. I am already eyeing the chokecherry bush in the yard, am hoping for saskatoons and have checked both the tame and wild plum trees and because of the rain it looks like there will be a bumper crop. I picked enough rhubarb for a batch and a half, and put two more rhubarb plants into the garden. We plan to clear a section of the garden with hopes of putting in more plum and cherry trees next year.

How many batches do I plan to make this year? At least 12. And I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Victory

1. Wake up feeling guilty that I haven’t blogged in awhile
2. Resist the temptation since I need to finish my novel
3. Make a resolution that I will instead blog in the evening
4. 4:00 p.m. – get started!

My internet service was down for awhile and I was away in Winnipeg for nearly two weeks, so those of you who visit my blog regularly probably noticed that the posts in June and July were scant at best.

I do have some good news to report that should have been done long ago – Teresa Johnson was successful in her bid to have Bill 28 changed to include the Ashern and Fisher Branch Early Years Schools. That means that in the foreseeable future, these schools will be protected under the Bill and will stay open.

Education Minister, Peter Bjornson, gave Teresa the news in person.

A good answer

Sent to me by a friend who has five children:

A man boarded a plane with 6 kids. After they got settled in their
seats a woman sitting across the aisle from him leaned over to him
and asked, "Are all of those kids yours?"

He replied, "No. I work for a condom company. These are customer
complaints.

Monday, July 7, 2008

The difference between generations

A very self-important college freshman attending a recent football game, took it upon himself to explain to a senior citizen sitting next to him why it was impossible for the older generation to understand his generation.

"You grew up in a different world, actually an almost primitive one," the student said, loud enough for many of those nearby to hear. "The young people of today grew up with television, jet planes, space travel, man walking on the moon, our spaceships have visited Mars. We have nuclear energy, electric and hydrogen cars, computers with DSL, bsp; light-speed processing ....and," pausing to take another drink of beer.

The Senior took advantage of the break in the student's litany and said, "You're right, son. We didn't have those things when we were young so we invented them. Now, you arrogant little twit, what are you doing for the next generation?"

The applause was resounding -

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Chuckle for the day

One day, while going to the store, I passed by a nursing home. On the
front lawn were six old ladies lying naked on the grass. I thought this
was a bit unusual, but continued on my way to the store.

On my return trip, I passed the same nursing home with the same six old
ladies lying naked on the lawn.

This time my curiosity got the best of me, & I went inside to talk to
the Nursing Home Administrator.

'Do you know there are six ladies lying naked on your front lawn?'

'Yes,' she said. 'They 're retired prostitutes, & they're having a yard
sale.'

Thoughts about writing and life in rural Manitoba

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