ODE TO ALOIYSHA PARVATIYA KALOOSHA (Allan Morozoff)
Of a long line of Morozoffs he came
Of true Doukhobor stock was he
Ever curious to know more of his name
Always searching for more history
Like father Alex and so was the son
Ready to make all laugh with a joke
Meet him and your heart was won
His humor was dry when he spoke
His costume choice was rural and simple
His announced himself as Aloiysha
And the cheeks would pop with a dimple
And added, Aloiysha, Parvatiya Kaloosha
The pickings on the farm were slim
Brother Lawrence he left and from Tolstoi
His ingenuity and wit went with him
Moose Jaw, Vancouver and Calgary was his to enjoy
Many pursuits were his to try and follow
Until materials testing came within his sight
In all types of soils he did wallow
Taking to Almor Testing with all his might
He dreamt of flying and looked to the sky
And saw birds suspended way up there
The boy from the farm said “I too could fly”
Go to the farm, to fishing and anywhere
First learn aerodynamics then buy a plane
Then to study and learn from the best
Soon a license to fly, Aloiysha did obtain
His love for planes and you know the rest
For people and their buildings, there on the farm
Nostalgic memories came close to his heart
He only purchased those to preserve their charm
This is the way he would do his part
“I will build myself a Retreat”, he uttered
“Yes I will duplicate the former Shkaratoff ‘stead”
Beside White Sand River many days he puttered
“Maybe I will call Cousin Elmer and use his head”
“Elmer, come quick, Tey Brat Moi
For two Committees have been coming here
One is called Noshtoh and the other Oi Ya Yoi
They have told me about all I needn’t hear”
His creation we inspected there by White Sand
It needed to be blessed in the usual fashion
Twined our arms, lifted glasses hand to hand
Aloiysha, proudly, flaunted his passion
So I have come to the end of this little rhyme
Our intent is to remember a friend, with this toast
Let us raise glasses and think of another time
When Aloiysha Parvatia Kaloosha was the most!
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Elmer Verigin 
I really enjoyed this!
Elmer: My mother was a Guspadoric, who homesteaded 4 miles north of Mikado on the banks of the White Sand. There neighbor was a bachelor named Wilson. He had a willow fish trap, probably picked up from the aboriginals to the east. Whenever anyone wanted fish, Wilson would roll the trap into the river and a day or two later, the fish were delivered. Grandpa had a smoker and the end product of the fish was lunch for the four Guspadoric girls on school days. My memory of the White Sand was in the mid to late 1940’s, before Grandpa sold the farm. The water was crystal clear and one could actually see the fish. With clearing of the land right to the banks, there is neither clearity nor volume of flow to carry any fish.I bet Allan did some fishing as well!