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A Trip in the Carrying Case– Noreen Tyers

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A Trip in the Carrying Case– Noreen Tyers

 

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Linda, I recently got a new rescue dog Ruffy, he is a very tiny, black and tan chihuahua  dog and am writing some chronicles for him. I thought I would pass on the latest one.

A Trip in the Carrying Case

Now sometimes things do not always work out the way they should.  You find out that some are not really what they are cracked up to be.

These new fan dangle ways of doing things, you see my mistress thought she would try out the new Carrying Case.  She had left me a couple of times, and before she left she put me in my crate and gave me a cookie. Now for some reason this act, kind of annoys me and I start to raise a ruckus, I feel bad so I start to howl.  I hear my mistress taking the keys from her purse to lock the door, I DO NOT LIKE THE IDEA OF BEING LEFT. The keys do set me off, can you imagine she is leaving me and is she coming back? You see when a dog suffers through trauma, it does take a while to gain your confidence back after all I have had changes in the past few months.  When you hear the rattle of the keys you begin to wonder, am I going to left alone again, OH DEAR. That is the reason for the loud noises and to trust again, only time will tell.

Now this is the reason my friend Teri brought home the travel carrying case. The other day my mistress thought she would take me with her.  She put me in my travel case and attached the collar to the leash in the bottom. Now she took the time to put my sweater on to keep me warm.  I know she has a heart and is doing her best, but a dog’s got to do what a dog has to do and right now I do not want to be left alone. I know I will have to learn but for now I do this, people do notice and I will keep working on becoming brave.

Back to my carrying case.

The mistress will have to learn the best way to get me in the car, for goodness sake don’t load yourself down and carry to many things to the car, do the second trip. (You know I am finding these chronicles very handy as you see I think I get my point across.) My mistress does read the chronicles and she learns.  Sorry every once and awhile I get off track, She sets the case by the way with me in it, on the front seat next to her that is good I can look over and see what she is doing and that’s fine. Does she bother to take the grocery bags off the seat NO, can you imagine I am all off balance, Take Your Time Noreen, it does go better.  I wiggle a few times and she get the point, I am on a slant.

I had heard her phone and order some baking from the bakery, and tell them she would be by to pick it up.  We did not travel far and she parked the car, she says I will park here so you can watch what’s going on. Explain to me just how much can a canine see in a carrying case on the seat, absolutely nothing, ESPECIALLY MY SMALL BEING.   When will humans learn to put themselves in my place, OH WELL.

She tells me she will not be long, as all she has to do is pick up and pay, be a good pup and I’ll will be back in a Jig.  There I am, as I say a dog has to do what a dog has to do, I can’t see what’s going on GIVE ME A BREAK. I begin to wiggle and what do you know I got out of my case, it was a bit of a drag as I will still attached to the bottom of the case.  You have to realize I am only a tiny dog, but I am mighty.

It was a struggle dragging the baggage behind but I made it, THE WINDOW, up I get, what do you know I can now observe the goings on.  Well here comes my mistress she does not look at all pleased, “OH GOD THE LECTURE IS COMING”. What to do, What to do, can I make my tail, go in circles, I’ll try that might just distract her enough so the lecture does not happen.

Can you believe it did not work, she was upset, and she let me know it, now it did cause a bit of a problem getting me straighten out, but she managed, mind you her MOUTH WAS GOING.  I was placed back in my carrying case and placed on the passenger seat. She was annoyed with me and gave me the story about how I could have choked myself had I turned the wrong way and shortened my lead.

Can you believe she took me home, my trial run was not a good turn out.

I SURE HOPE I SOON LEARN HER HABITS, I guess it’s back to the crate again.

RUFFY.

 

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Just Me Growing Up in the Early 1940’s Noreen Tyers

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Just Me Growing Up in the Early 1940’s Noreen Tyers

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Now I did not come from a wealthy home, but there was always enough food on the table and my mother and the next door neighbour, as we called her Sewelly, were two thrifty individuals.  In the two families there were seven Children, three girls and four boys. Sewelly’s husband was in the Army and away at war in Italy at the time.

In this era there was Ration Books and for some things you had to use a stamp from the book  to buy certain items I am not sure of exactly what was covered in the books or what needed a coupon.  I do know that meat and sugar were two of the items also gas for your car. That did not affect us as we had no car, so the coupons were passed on to other members of the family, who did have a vehicle..

During that time money was not in abundance in our home, with four children clothes, food and accommodation to be paid, you did what you could to maintain your household.  Now Sewelly and Mom came up with an idea for noon time when the children would come home for their lunch. As parents they realized that in order to stimulate little minds, children needed nourishment with good foods.  Their solution one would cook the main meal the other desert, depending what they had on hand in the larder. I do have to say this was a great idea as the children received a good variety using different family.
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Getting close to payday maybe you did not get what you thought you should but then you were fed.  Both women were good cooks and could create something with very little. One has to remember there was not always refrigerators and one required an Ice Box to but the food that would spoil.   Meat was a problem and you would cook it up before it spoiled and then you would further create with it. Shepherd’s Pie with minced leftover roast, Soup made from Bones, be it chicken or vegetables with  meat Left over from roast. One dish I do remember was can of pork & beans with a can of Scotch Broth soup and some sliced onions for taste. Some bread crumbs on top and brown in the oven. That is when we were all introduced to soup made from ground beef, as we would say hamburger soup.  I think the name came from the fact that there were also tomatoes in the soup and it did taste good on those cold winter days.

Our family was lucky as my mother’s cousins were Butchers working for a well known Meat Shop in Ottawa and come Saturday evening would be given their share of unsold items.   We were on their share list and as a result always lucky enough to have a great Sunday Dinner Roast, be it Pork or Beef, maybe a Ham with a Bone. This then allowed a good pot of Pea Soup to be made.   You know your parents and grandparents would say WASTE NOT, WANT NOT , things were not thrown out, if you could not cook it, there was always someone who could use it, of course you knew your neighbours and you shared.     Some of the cuts of meat would be, Liver, Heart, lambs fries or sweet breads Pork Hocks, (Pigs Feed and Cabbage or Head Cheese made from these) and just any other cut that would have been on display in the counter that did not sell, sausages, ground beef   pork chops whatever. There was one thing about it the sharing was always part of the meat package. When I stop and think there were a few families that would benefit and eat well, like we did, even though you might not like the name of the creation at hand, beef steak and kidney pie.  If one just ate and did not ask the name of the dish they were just fine. Maybe it was a good idea for kids to be seen and not heard, as they would not complain.


My Mom who made delicious pies would go to the fruit store for fruit that was not just as fresh as it could be and make pies, peaches, apples, blueberries.  Rhubarb and raspberries from Grandma’s garden, in season . She would also do raison, custard, lemon, coconut Cream for Dad. Of course there was always tourtieres, always at New Years Eve, with such a great flavour and very nutritious or pigs in a blanket, now today we would be busy counting the calories instead of filling our faces, and enjoying the taste.

While on the topic of sweet things. Oh MY GOoDnEsS, my Mom’s Fudge.  To this day I have never tried to make fudge, would you believe that I convinced myself  it just would not taste the same, so therefore afraid to try. Today our children would ask how do you make it and they would start very young Rather foolish on my part as this is now something from my childhood lost.  I never did make I just ate whatever was in site, definitely did not like to share, I did under protest. There was always Fudge at Christmas, Valentine Day, sometimes Easter, Halloween and you could ask for your birthday.  My favourite was Maple with Raisins, especially when fresh Maple Syrup was available second favourite Chocolate. My mother always made a treat to take to School for Special Occasions :
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When I think about it, my Mom would make fudge for people and they would pay her.  This was done around Christmas time and she would use the money for Santa gifts, for the family.  My Mom was a very thrifty person and with her baking and fudge was able to keep herself in pin money and any special occasion that came up she was prepared.

Her cooking and baking habits continued and after we were all in school, she took her recipes and skills to Reliance Motor Court in Eastview and became the short order cook and a baker of pies making from 20-30 pies a day more on Fridays to cover the weekend and even then the Butler Boys, would come to the house to have her make more pies.   People would come back to this establishment and ask if the pie baker was the same person. That was my Mom

Family life was good yes we lived in a poor repair, rental house and also  we wore 2nd hand clothes, did it hurt me not really, made me feel how lucky I am today with what I have now.  Yes my parents gave us the basic in material things, but gave us a lot of love, friendship and values that is all that matters to me today.

From the Pen
of Noreen
Sept 2018





Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in The Townships Sun and theSherbrooke Record and and Screamin’ Mamas (USA

Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read. Also check out The Tales of Carleton Place. Tales of Almonte and Arnprior Then and Now.

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Grandma and the Cute Little Mice– From the Pen of Noreen Tyers

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At Church on Sunday Morning From the Pen of Noreen Tyers

Jack’s in Charge-Scary Stories — From the Pen of Noreen Tyers

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Grandma and the Cute Little Mice– From the Pen of Noreen Tyers

 

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Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in The Townships Sun and theSherbrooke Record and and Screamin’ Mamas (USA

Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read. Also check out The Tales of Carleton Place. Tales of Almonte and Arnprior Then and Now.

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Another Broken Bed Incident — Stories from Richards Castle — Noreen Tyers

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Another Broken Bed Incident — Stories from Richards Castle — Noreen Tyers

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Another Broken Bed incident.

This story was related to me by sister

The Old Stone House at Snow Road  on the Mississippi, had a lot of stories to be told.  When you are a child, sweet innocence is so present and in the 1940’s this was much more prevalent.
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The Stone House had no running water, electricity, the only source of light was a coil oil lamp or a flashlight.  In the forties the flashlight gave off little light. If the moon was out it was not bad as you could find your way, when it shone in the window.  If the stars and moon, were tucked behind the clouds, you could barely see your hand in front of your face, it was dark.

The children were put to bed when darkness descended, so by the time the adults came up to bed, they had been sleeping for a while.  On most evenings after the kids were out of their hair, everyone would sit and play cards or just talk and some may have beer or a drink.  It would be much later when they would venture up to bed.

The men would be up early so they usually went off to sleep quite quickly, after all it was a lot of work rowing a boat, fishing or cleaning the fish for dinner.  When they needed to bring up a block of ice from the Ice house, it would take a bit of muscle power and a walk to the barn. Oh such groans could be heard. Now if they had already made their trip to the outhouse it meant another trip, maybe even digging out a block.  One has to remember that some of the blocks were a good size, and they were on holidays. Rest was important, so they believed, after all they worked hard all year and they were on holidays. But, most important they were MEN!

On occasion one would become romantically inclined and I guess maybe  had been thinking of it during the day, so on their way to the bedroom the urge would once again rear its ugly little head.  Now my parents, aunts and uncles were young active people and a two-week period might just be a long time to wait. It never seemed to matter that there was a few people in the house.   After a week of good old country air and rest from their work a young man’s thoughts might just turn to thoughts of love.

 

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You have to remember the house would be filled with young innocent sweet things, too young to know anything about a young man’s fancy.  All of a sudden a big crash bang and who knows what the NOISE was about in the middle of the night and pitch black. It does take a few minutes for a flashlight to be found and then find out where the noise came from. As a child you can only think something wild has arrived on the scene, maybe a Big Bear or God knows what.  Imagination of a child is quite vivid, at least mine was. The flashlight on, Grandpa was first on the scene into my Aunt and Uncles Room he went. The stately old bed had broken and the mattress was laying on the floor, two red faces appeared on the bed rail just wondering what had happened. Surprise the mattress is on the floor, and thoughts of love soon Punk disappear.

“Foolish young people” that’s all Grandpa, said and the kids went back to bed non the wiser and still the sweet innocent children that had no thoughts other than the bed broke.  Grandpa will repair the bed in the morning, he always fixes things.

From the Pen
of Noreen
April 29, 2018

Note: I often wondered why my grandfather never gave his little talk to the adults?    Who me?
“You know if you want to come back next year ….”

Stories from Richards Castle.

 

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Castles in the Bush click here.

 

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in The Townships Sun andScreamin’ Mamas (USA)

Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read. Also check out The Tales of Carleton Place.

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During this period of time the 1940’’s,  Dad’s occupation was an elevator operator at Charles Ogilvy Department Store in Ottawa.  He was a very friendly man and enjoyed his contact with the public. Quite often when we went shopping with Mom we would go to the elevator, and spend time going up and down.  It was all very interesting as Dad would call out what could be found on each floor. He had a very good singing voice and his little lingo to do with the merchandise was always  an experience to hear and we did enjoy his little jingles. (Third Floor: where one finds comfort for the feet, so you can walk on the street, we have both adults and children SHOES.)

At Richard’s Castle there was a dinning room, library and next to that was the parlor.  These rooms were very elegant and a far cry from our home on Gardner Street. We were not supposed to play in there unless there was an adult present.  The dining room, games room, had many book cases with glass doors drawers it was made out of magnificent wood and stained a very rich color. There were two doors in the bottom filled with the good dishes and the serving dishes were kept in this area, to be used for Special Occasions.   A rather large harvest table with eight chairs around it a little bit overwhelming to me, the beauty I was surrounded by and as a child stood in awe.

One could always find a game or cards to play with on a rainy day in the top of the Cupboard, Snakes and Ladders, Dominos, or Checkers.  You had to do this before it was dark as the only source of light was the coil oil lamps. These were considered to be a tad dangerous and when they were lit you sat and did not go near them.  They were all very pretty glass and delicate, they did belong in a dinning room. Sitting was always a challenge to me and it was frightful to think of a fire. It was instilled in our heads that it was a flame so it could start a fire and just never bump or even touch  them. We didn’t.

 

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During the day when the adults were not around, maybe making beds or doing the washing, we would play with the doors between the library/dining room and the parlour.  These doors slid into the walls, they were called pocket doors (one always learned something, especially if you asked questions), which I did. These doors reminded us of the doors on an elevator and we would call out what could be had, on our imaginary floor, We would announce – Second Floor,  Ladies Wear, where after shopping you are ready for an very special evening. We of course were mimicking our Dad and it was a great game to play if you didn’t get caught. We were soon discovered. The doors were fixed so that we could not close them, with a wooden peg placed to prevent the closing.  This was a bit of a letdown but once again Grandpa was responsible for the well being of the Stone House and he did take his job seriously. Oh my that reminder again, “that if you want to be able to come back next year for your vacation…”

As hard as it was to abide by some of the rules, I did as I sure wanted to be able to holiday at Snow Road again and live in Richard’s Castle, even if for only two weeks on the Mississippi River, in ONTARIO.  (Dream On Noreen)
              
From the Pen
of Noreen

 

Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read. Also check out The Tales of Carleton Place and The Tales of Almonte

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Dear Linda
Another story for you

Childhood , Oh so scary childhood “Mom don’t leave big brother in charge” maybe we can come with you… Please!

Jack’s in Charge-Scary Stories
I have a brother who I love dearly but as a twelve year old left in charge of his two younger sisters while Mom and Dad went down the street three doors away to visit Grandparents.  Brother dear was left in charge, OH DEAR, oh dear.

My Brother, could not do any  wrong, in my Mothers eyes.  He always obeyed my mother’s request, at least he told her he understood and he would go get our parents should there be any trouble    Sweet Boy, NOT ..  OH YEAH!  I would say to my sister oh here we go again what will he do now? He was a good brother but he sure scared us sometimes.  He did know how to creep us out!

In my childhood there was no television, you would listen to the radio, and on Sunday evening there were horror or horrible shows as I would call them.  Sound effects and voices were so scarey, creaky doors, screaming people, piercing sounds, footsteps to name a few.  I still shiver

Dear Brother would get two chairs and place them in front of the radio.  He would then say, sit  down,  First time it happened we thought we were going to play, musical chairs or something.  But OH NO., Brother dear would go and get a couple of my Dad’s ties and tie us to the chair.  He would then turn up the radio and shut off the lights.

Oh we were so frightened my younger sister would be crying, I would be screaming and no he did not stop   He would just wait for a scary part in the program and then he would crawl under the chairs and grab our legs. The programs THE SHADOW KNOWS and the GREEN HORNET.

I do not know how my sister and I survived, you know much later in Life around the age of 45, it was discovered I had been born with a hole in my heart, this problem was never medically repaired or had any family Doctor  known it was there. Over  the years this caused major heart problems , and I ended up with Open Heart Surgery.. Here was this sweet thing scaring us to death, he was supposed to protect us, so I thought.

When the shows were over he would untie us put everything away, my parents would come home shortly after.   Once again my sister and I would say that Brother was mean to us and tied us to a chair.  Mother would say, “I don’t think he would do that.”  She would ask him ‘’did you put those programs on the radio’‘and he would admit to it.  Mom would say he will not do that again and that would be the end of the conversation.

Needless to say the next trip down the street by our parents to our Grandparents we would know, Here comes the Green Hornet, and experience the same treatment.  One night shortly after, my mother, went out she did not go down the street right away, when the lights went out, she came in and caught him.  WHEW   we were safe AND THEY WERE NOT HEARD AGAIN.  So ended LISTENING TO THE GREEN HORNET AND THE SHADOW KNOWS, and I am stronger for it.  I think!

From the pen of Noreen—July 2018
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Adventures at Dalhousie Lake at the Duncan’s Cottages —- From the Pen of Noreen Tyers

 

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Oh sweet childhood, with just so many memories, one wonders if anyone else out there has them. Adventures at Dalhousie Lake at the Duncan’s Cottages. You have followed me on some of my little happenings at Richard’s Castle in Snow Road, but did you know I had another spot that held so many fun memories.

The place was close to Snow Road, just down the road, or come to think of it maybe up the road.  We also spent holidays at Dalhousie Lake, and the Duncan’s Cottages.As with Snow Road, it seems to me our extended family was never very far away, just next door or down the path at another cottage.  I am sure in some ways it was more of a holiday for the grown ups as there were always load of kids to chum with.

This left our parents, aunts, uncles, and ofcourse the matriarch of the family Grandma and Grandpa, time to do as they please without so many children underfoot.  Oh they must have been tired with all the questions, as we were city kids, and here we were at the cottage and a stones throw to a real live working farm, cows and all.Mr and Mrs. Lindsay Duncan were just wonderful people, and like my own grandparents always there to show you how something worked.  In a way they must have been overwhelmed with our questions. Our parents did not seem to worry when we went to the farm as they knew someone would keep an eye on us, and give us direction should we need it good or bad.While at the Lake not only did we have the opportunity to swim and fish.

But there were just so many more things going on.  During the day you could watch the eggs being gathered or the cattle being milked.  As children we were shown and had the opportunity to experience these tasks. I can say that my best times were on the hay wagons, the Duncan boys would be throwing the bales of hay from the ground onto the wagon.  Yes This girl did try and I do not think the bale was even pulled out of place,Most of the time I was a dreamer thinking I could pick it up and then put it on the wagon. We were allowed on the wagon but you were directed where to stand.   Now when the Wagon was empty, we were allowed to jump into the pile of hay from the second floor of the Barn.

Poor Mr.Duncan by the time we would go back to the cottage I am sure he would be worn out.  Just think of it a bunch of scrawny little city kids thinking they could keep up with Farm Chores.  I am sure he would have a headache from the questions and keeping an eye on us to keep us safe.The first time we went to get the milk, and cream my mother took us,from then on if you were at the farm you would bring it home with you.

If it was too early you would come back and Mrs. Duncan would give you what you needed and back to the cottage you would go.  Sometimes we would go gather up some wild berries and we would be treated to some berries and whipped cream. This was a treat as Mom Would make sure she packed her hand whipper to whip up the cream. That was my Mom always thinking what would make our life enjoyable. I don’t know if you know how small wild strawberries are, but it sure took some hunting and picking to get a small cup.  That was fine for it was just the experience of doing it that mattered and it kept us busy.

 

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