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My Grandson Garrett and his Friend Santana’s trip of a life-time

07 Sunday Dec 2014

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Sometimes we are concerned when young people say they will go to the “End of the Earth” to get to know the World and experience life. So six weeks ago they set off for Vietnam, Cambodia and Thailand.

This is likely better than two years of University credits!

Here is what they have to say about their trip so far. (I was not able to transfer the pictures which are referred to in their Facebook entry). This was forwarded to Gramps and Granny by his mother Nona,

From: Garrett Kucher [mailto:kucher16@me.com]
Sent: Wednesday, December 03, 2014 10:29 PM
To: Kucher Nona TRAIL
Subject: my experience

Hi family,
I’m almost 6 weeks into the trip and Santana and I are having the trip of a lifetime. I just wanted to say hi to everyone because I miss you guys so much and Christmas is coming, unfortunately I will be on the islands of Thailand and anyone is more then welcome to join us! 🙂 Anyways, I feel I should share some of the experiences and things I’ve learned along the way with whoever would like to read. ( sorry about the grammar and run on sentences Kayla and Allie) I’m in a small cafe on the side of the street in Battanbang Cambodia stealing the wifi so I’m writing this as quick as I can. I’m not sure where to start but I will tell you some things and my thoughts about them.

Eating in Vietnam- if you want to know exactly what your eating, only eat vegetable pho. It is the best thing in the world, but once you get something else I’m not even kidding it’s a flip of the coin wether it’s dog or cat( I’ve never had chicken that looked or tasted like this so this is my guess). The butchers on the side of the road just lay all the meet on a table in 35 degree weather all day, you can buy anything you want, cat, dog, turtle, snake, eye, buffalo nose, chicken feet

Dining- when you use something or it’s garbage everyone just throws it on the ground, napkins in restaurants get thrown on the ground, trash is literally everywhere.
Transportation- everyone rides scooters, in Hanoi there is 6 million people and 5 million bikes, I’ll show you the video of trying to cross the street when I get home if anyone would like to see!, they carry everything on bikes, up to 5 people, kids ride on them and everything, babies just get held in between the parents, and kids under the age of 6 don’t wear helmets because it could “hurt their neck”.

anyways that’s just a brief touch of Vietnam it’s tough to really explain how everything is but it’s honestly like being on a different planet, I’ve never experienced anything even close to this before that’s why I’m sharing this crazy eye opening trip. I’ll touch up on Cambodia after we finish the temples and get into Thailand.

I’ve never seen or imagined that anyone can be this poor, from living In wood huts and eating rice and fish they catch, and just going to the washroom where ever they are close too it’s all so crazy, the kids are all just naked in Cambodia playing in the mud and dirt. Here is a house that a mother and 3 babies live in

Seeing all this stuff has really changed my outlook on life and how fortunate I am to even just have a house and family to go home too, the kids play with a beat up old soccer ball for all hours of the day because that’s literally all they have, they all sleep in hammocks outside their huts. Santana and I have chose to rough it like I mean really rough it to get the experience of having nothing, we have stayed in 1$-6$ hostels and a couple decent rooms along the way, but I’m telling you it’s not very fun having the runs for three weeks and this is your toilet

or waking up and having to go shower using this

it honestly blows my mind to see all this people that have nothing at all and still when you walk by them or come to give them something they have the biggest smile on their face, for example we were on a bus from Kampot to Phnom Phen the other day and we had a tray of cookies so I leaned forward and gave two cookies to two middle aged Cambodian men and they didn’t stop saying thank you and staring at me, it was like they have never had a cookie before. Don’t get me wrong their is a lot of nice places and people with lots of money over this way but it’s very scarce, majority of the country is dirt poor. I’m not even half way through this trip and I can say that is has changed my outlook on life in many many different ways, I’m so thankful to have all of you and we are so lucky to have a family like this, oh ya and gramps, I don’t know what you would do if you saw what a construction site looked like over here haha, anyways if anyone wants to FaceTime or catch up at anytime just Facebook me and hopefully we can find a time, I think I’m 15 hours ahead over here, love you all very much and I hope everyone is doing awesome have a great holiday season.

One last thing, Nigel I’m so proud of you brother, I heard you had a great opportunity tonight and you just killed it!!! Good for you cousin! Keep rockin it!

Love everyone very much hope to talk to all very soon

Love Gus

A Muse About Peace

01 Monday Dec 2014

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A Muse About Peace

When I think about Peace, I recall this poem that my Grade 5 Teacher, Hattie Pritchard, instructed her class to memorize. Hattie was convinced that our learning paths included memory work and so she had us memorize every poem in our reader and recite by rote in front of the class.

She may have had something there, as I developed my brain to find ways to achieve that. Walking about, herding the cattle on green grass was my responsibility in the family. And so I would take my reader and memorize while the cows stared at me strangely as I recited those poems.

So it was with this poem about some “guy” who “…..Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace…” and that is the starting theme for this discourse.

“…….Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace And saw, within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold:— Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said “What writest thou?”—The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered “The names of those who love the Lord.” “And is mine one?” said Abou. “Nay, not so,” Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerily still, and said “I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow men.” The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, And lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest. Anonymous Submission……”

As I read more books and became interested in history, I soon realized that much of history was about who was fighting who and then after a war, they would find that all was for naught and peace was always there in their home.

That Knight that went on one of the Crusades, tried to recover the Holy Grail. After many years abroad, he tiredly returned to his Castle. There on the entrance was the image of the Holy Grail.

I, too, dream of Peace in my family, my home, my community, my country, as the first step.Then followed by the entire World. I have realized that Peace can only be achieved if one starts to make peace with oneself. It will continue then, that peace can be more easily achieved with your soul-mate and your family, once that first mission is accomplished: Peace within Oneself!

It is my position on this subject of Peace, that I cannot promote Peace until I have found Peace within myself and my immediate family. In my meditation moments, I became convinced that most of the reasons for conflict starts with the basics:

• Food

• Shelter

• Clothing

• Health Once the basics are met then the human mind starts to desire more:

• Wealth • Position

• Possessions

• Property

Then along comes greed which requires more than your neighbors or at least something better.

So now let’s get back to “Abou Ben Adhem”. My brief research describes this man was born a king in the Muslim community. He later renounced his aristocracy and expanded his understandings with a spiritual leader, a Christian Monk Simeon. (Those that wish to follow up on this can find considerable background information on the Internet).

So my reference to Abou Ben Adhem is that it appears his spiritual enlightment, and search for Peace made him known for his honesty and simple life. In fact, he ground corn to make a living.

Today, some 1,700 years later, Abou Ben Adlem’s message is still being recounted. What he did not do:

• Fight a war for Peace • He did not “march” for Peace

• He did not petition for Peace

He simply lived in Peace with his neighbors! This is what I have been striving for. I help my community with my skills to create comfort wherever we can as a collective group. We do not ask for gratitude but our satisfaction is knowing more people can access services and that they can be more comfortable. Realizing this as our role, is more satisfying than having that financial wealth and political position.

I will have more to say on this in the future but I will throw this out to my Readers and see what they may have to say. A constructive dialogue may assist us all in understanding each other.

Elmer’s writings dated December 01, 2014

The “Bucket of Blood”

04 Tuesday Nov 2014

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OLD-FASHIONED FUN AT DUSTY HALL (“BUCKET OF BLOOD”)

When we reach the ripe age of 74 we keep believing that we can share stories with our great grandchildren (I am happy to admit to having one now), I would like to suggest to them how they should live the righteous life when I was young. I want to guide them the best that I am able.

Let’s take us back to 1957, when I was just about 17 and was pretty well an authority on everything, certainly a lot smarter than my parents who had not even passed grade school. They used to tell me about the raucous times that took place at some of their Dances but that things had settled down now.

So my buddies Nick Strukoff and Fred Konkin decided we should travel to Dusty Hall this one Saturday. In those times, there were many youth in the area and dances could be attended Friday and Saturday within the 20 mile radius of Pelly, Saskatchewan. There was many halls and country schools who were all trying to raise funds for some community event and so a dance was both entertaining as well as financially, a good source for these funds.

We had heard just how notorious this Dusty Hall was as it had a nickname “Bucket of Blood”. Adventure was on our minds as well as just what the girls must look like way down at this place. Its location was East of St Phillips School just off the Kissakoosee First Nations and midway to Kamsack from Pelly off Highway 22.

As luck would have it, it had rained all day Saturday and the roads were “greasy” and at best impassable for the sensible people but the “Three Amigos” were undaunted in their resolve to explore, taste and conquer territory that we had not explored up to that time.

We had “sketchy” directions to this place and believed we made the appropriate left turn off Highway 22 and realized that the road was even worse than we had imagined as our headlights tried to penetrate the fog and the absolute pitch black darkness.

Fred was for turning around but where could we do that? We stopped to consider our options when we heard what sound like fists hitting flesh and cursing. “Should we investigate” we asked each other?

Whatever was taking place appeared to be happening in the ditch. Of course we had no flashlight and were oblivious to what was actually taking place there.

“Hey whoever is there”, we shouted and the wild action ceased temporarily. “Any idea where Dusty Hall might be?”

“Just turn right a 100 feet ahead and you should see the lights a short while down on the Left” was an answer from someone.

“Thanks” as we were getting into the car the hitting and cursing started again.

So curiosity was rampant within these three lads now. “No sense going back now”

We slid and spun our way into this hall that was all lit up only over the door and the outline of cars in the parking lot with no visible people about.

“Well are we going in?” we asked each other.

“Might as well since we are here!” we were unanimous at this point.

We opened the right leaf of the double door and this is the scene that greeted us:

• A four piece band consisting of an accordion, guitar, fiddle and drums on a stage across from the entry
• They were playing Johnny Cash and Slim Whitman as the guitar player belted the lyrics into a microphone
• Benches in an inverted U-Shape with the bottom of the U to the stage
• Perhaps 2 dozen very pretty girls all sitting but looking us over
• No guys anywhere

“Wow, we have just entered Paradise”, we exclaimed in unison.

We got the nerve finally, and asked the prettiest ones to dance. They were definitely not wall flowers as it is hard to say how long they had been waiting to dance.

“So you gals are stag?” was my question.

“No the guys are all out there drinking” was the disgustful reply.

Suddenly, an entry was made by two men all muddy but walking arm-in-arm like they had been buddies forever. We surmised that this must be the guys fighting in the ditch that had provided us with directions.

As they swayed side to side (obviously from the bright lights in the hall) they kept reassuring themselves that they were friends now.

Then one of them released the other and started making his way to the stage. The other shouted, “now that is exactly what I told you not to do!”

The next thing that took place is too humorous to explain because the one lunged at the other and they both cart-wheeled as they made their way back outside to continue this obviously unresolved issue between them.

The guys started drifting in and were giving us the once over with that look that was very explicit “you guys are not thinking that you intend to pick our girls, now are you?”

The other message was clear “if you are, you will pay dearly for that privilege”

Three sports made a quick bee-line for the exit and were on our way home for a few miles when the conversation started again, “so now we know why that place got its name!”

Yes things were different then.

Elmer Verigin
Written , November 04, 2014

Tribute to Cousin Peter Verigin

29 Wednesday Oct 2014

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PETER VERIGIN TRIBUTE
(Deceased August30, 2014)

Peter Verigin comes from a special fraternity nicknamed: “The Fabulous Fourteen”. With great pride, I too, have membership in the group of first cousins born to brothers Bill, John, Sam and sisters Polly and Anne, all children of Vasyl and Auxuta Verigin.

Interestingly enough, the original family started out living communally on the original homestead, five miles North of Veregin. Peter played with his cousins Mildred, Mike, Lawrence, Russel until the decision was reached that Bill, John and Sam would leave the homestead to George, Alex and Anne and raise their families on their own.

That original kinship continued over the years with the fourteen cousins so that everyone considered themselves as brothers and sisters rather than cousins. We have now lost five (5) of this group.

So some stories that I recall about Peter include:
1. Tolstoi School was the educational hub of many of these cousins with an unbeatable school softball team. Some of these alumini are present here and can attest to how formidable this team was at all the school track meets including the Regional Meet at Kamsack. Peter was the Catcher and Sam the Pitcher they became able to predict what each were going to do. With the support of teacher MacLaughlin, they perfected skills that were unusual in a rural community
2. Peter and cousin Sam carried on their compatibility to cooking and realized that butter must be used in a pan when frying potatoes after inundating the kitchen with smoke
And so years went by and families grew along with the maturing of friendships beyond the blood relationship. I would classify my personal kinship with Peter was to total love which extended to my wife Marilyn and then to all my children who became attached to all Peter and Evelyn’s offspring. This continues to this day.

Peter also had total confidence in his sons that was demonstrated a few years ago when I had asked Jason Morozoff if I could meditate in his White Sand River Retreat. Jason was not so sure about his uncle’s ability to challenge the Beavers, Bear, Ticks and Mosquitoes and had taken the precaution to ask David and Tim to keep an eye on me.

I was leaving one day and decided to clean up. Cleaning up meant emptying the spent ashes from the stove and barb-b-q. Being an Environmentalist of sorts I decided that dumping in the river was not as good an idea as spreading them in the ravine across the road as fire remains assist plant growth. This followed by a trip into Veregin to the Drop-in Centre to join Peter and his friends and learn all about Philosophy and the History of Veregin.

On my way back I saw smoke and realized that there may have been embers that were encouraged by the wind to burn the dead grass that was below the spring grass. I called Peter for help and got Tim. David followed sometime later by Peter on his van. Peter never even got out of the van after seeing that his sons were in control of the situation and just proceeded to return home.

Now that was confidence!

That was definitely confirmed when David causally remarked after the fire was out and we were dousing the flames inside us with a beer “so what will you do for excitement this afternoon?”

Yes there will always be pleasant memories that will be recalled.

Cousin Elmer

The Writer’s Search for Relief from Depression as a Result of Stress

29 Wednesday Oct 2014

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A POSSIBLE SOLUTION TO THE WRITER’S STRUGGLE WITH STRESS AND DEPRESSION

It may not be a surprise to the Reader, that I am a normal human being that is just as challenged with Stress and Depression as many others that may even include you.

So I have been searching for positive solutions to me dilemma and I noticed this book advertised by the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota, USA, entitled “STRESS-FREE Living”.
Marilyn and I had been to the Mayo Clinic several years back and so we were on the Mayo Clinic email list that kept us abreast of what was available and updates on various treatments for the many maladies that can affect us humans.

We ordered the book and after reading it, I am recommending the reading to Marilyn and whoever else may struggle with this type of problem in their life.

I will make some quotations which I am doing for my personal use as quick reference to get me on track again. If you find it useful, feel free to contact the Mayo Clinic directly or request more information from me. I really feel much greatly enlightened after a three week journey with Dr Amit Sood, MD., MSc. and his bevy of professionals that assisted him in preparation of this book.
All quotations will be in italics:

Preface xiii “……..Stress is the struggle with what is. A mind that doesn’t have what it wants or doesn’t want what it has experiences stress. Saddled with hundreds of
“open files” in the mind, we spend half our day physically here but mentally elsewhere. We get so caught up weeding the yard that we completely miss the tulips that nature gives us for precious weeks. We postpone joy………….”

Page 63 “…….A 7-Point Program for Increasing Energy
1. Eat healthy, nourishing food
2. Sleep seven to eight hours a day
3. Keep company with good people
4. Avoid news overdose
5. Follow an exercise routine
6. Do something meaningful each day
7. Think good thoughts for others
Each of these steps, individually and together, will increase your energy…….”

Page 70 “…….Every day, serve yourself some fresh air, brewed moments ago by the trees that surround you……”

Page 81 “…..When you see someone, before any thought or judgement wells up, remember that there’s a 50 percent chance that the person is in the default mode at that moment, likely tackling some person struggle. With this understanding, as a first reflex, align your heart and eye, and send a silent intention: I wish you well. Remember CALF:
• Compassion is the understanding that everyone is fighting some battle
• Acceptance delays negative judgement, giving others room to breathe and permission to be different
• Love helps you picture others in the circle of people who love them; you can place yourself ion that circle to the extent you feel comfortable
• Forgiveness guides you to move beyond the minor inconvenience others may have caused you
Kind attention is a two-way flow of energy…………”

page 83 “…..Kindness gifted is Kindness received….”

Page 84 “….Kindness is infectious….”

Page 101 “……Gratitude is an outer expression of inner humility….”

Page 117 “…..Use gratitude to harness your hurts
Think about a painful event in your life. Then ask yourself these questions:
• Did this experience help me grow?
• Did it prevent something worse?
• Can I be grateful that the pain came to me and not my kids?
• Am I a better or kinder person because of experiencing adversity?
• Can I be grateful that I had the resources to deal with it?
• Am I connected to some people because of this?
We often confuse good and pleasant. Not , not everything pleasant is good. Likewise not everything unpleasant is bad. Find meaning in the unpleasant and be grateful for that meaning. You can learn important lessons from the hurts you experience………”

Page 131 “…….Anger treated with anger is a moment to forget; anger treated with compassion is a moment of progress……..”

Page 141 “……When you perceive a threat, ask yourself if your fear stems from inner security or outer reality. Is this fear a holdover from childhold? One way to decrease threat perceptions is to use your kind attention training. Silently wish others well or offer a two-second prayer for them. With time, kind attention will change the tint of the lenses through which you view the world…..”

Page 157 “…..Part of your unhappiness comes from living in an imperfect world. But the greater part comes from the desire to control and change others and the frustration at your inability to do so. The more you try to change people, the greater your assault on their egos and the more stubborn they’ll become. The one person who (might) listen to you and be willing to change is you. Trying to change others is an insurmountable task, like trying to paint a moving cloud; the paint won’t stick.
The key to changing people is with them, not you. Only they can change, once they are willing. They will be more willing if they feel good about themselves. They’ll also listen if they perceive your unconditional warmth. How can you enhance self-esteem and some your warmth? Accept them as they are…….”

Page 211 “……All these statements describing forgiveness are true:
• Forgiveness is your gift to others
• Forgiveness is your choice
• The forgiven are often undeserving of your kindness
• In forgiving, you don’t intend to forget the wrong
• In forgiving, you don’t intend to deny the wrong
• In forgiving, you don’t justify the wrong
• Your forgiveness doesn’t allow people to get away with or repeat the misconduct
• You can stop the process of forgiveness if you become uncomfortable with it……..”

Page 217 “…….Don’t let a moment of anger destroy a lifetime of love…..”

page 247 “…..Waiting for others to send you positive energy will put you at the end of a very long line……….”

Page 251 “……Let go the satisfaction of being proved right if being right risks losing a loving relationship….”

Page 263 “……Research also shows the benefit of relaxation programs—–particularly meditation—-for improving symptoms of many health conditions including:
• Anxiety
• Asthma
• Chronic pain
• Depression
• Fibromyalgia
• Heart Disease
• Insomnia
• Irritable bowel syndrome
• Psoriasis
• Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD)
• Tension headaches
Meditation has also shown to improve memory and concentration, adherence to exercise programs, weight loss, risk of falls, and musical performances. Some astronauts, golfers, swimmers and athletes practice meditation and other relaxation programs have now become part of ordinary life……”

Page 282 “…….Your mind can be your prison or your wings. When you spend your days quenching its satiable thirst in its wandering default mode, your mind becomes your prison. The alternative is to suffuse your mind to the highest principles so it contemplates the divine. The mind then becomes your wings and takes you higher than you could have thought………..”

I want to thank Dr Amit Sood and all those who assisted him in the preparation of this book. You have provided me with the tools to live the rest of my live in a much better way as I will exercise using these tools to advance my perspective on all that is around me in a much better light.

Elmer Verigin
Written October 27, 2014

A Celebration of Life With Ken Hood

14 Tuesday Oct 2014

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A CELEBRATION OF LIFE WITH KEN HOOD
(Deceased September 30, 2014)
We take for granted that the Sun is a constant. We accept that it will rise in the morning and set in the evening at times that vary with the seasons. We always look forward to a beautiful day but accept that we may have clouds, storms, warmth and cold that ‘s not cyclic but follows influences that we have yet to thoroughly understand.
So it is when a new soul comes to Earth. We welcome that soul and our expectations are that it will be harbored within a body that will enjoy good health, character and live in peace with itself, firstly, and secondly with all living beings that encountered during its life here on Earth.
All that I have just said is what we accept as common place.
Like the seasons and their effect on how the day will be, it is so with people. That is why it is so interesting to be alive so that we can experience the differences in each other. Nobody is exactly the same as the other.
Marilyn and I noticed that difference in Ken and Elaine when they first came to build their bungalow at Grandview. There was this genuine aura that we soon became accustomed to and enjoy for all the time they lived across the street as our neighbors.
I had the good fortune to act as a Project Manager for Grandview and reported to Ken as President representing the Board of Directors.
I soon learned that Ken believed in the supreme dignity of mankind. Like the Sun which is always above the clouds, Ken knew that within every person there is goodness no matter how much it was disguised by negativity. No matter how much stress was imparted by a member directed at the organization or the directorship, Ken never reacted in a negative fashion but patiently dealt to dissipate the situation into the best possible solution.
Ken reminded me of my years in the Rotary Club where the universal ideals and mottoes go something like this:
• “We come to this world and rent a space. Let us check periodically if our rent is paid”
• “Service above self”
• “One profits most who serves best”
• “The 4 Way Test:
o Is it the Truth?
o Is it fair to all concerned?
o Will it build Goodwill and better Fellowships?
o Will it be beneficial to all concerned?”
The above reasons are why I was a Rotarian for over continuous 35 years.
When I think of Ken Hood, I see all of those objectives that Rotary has was entirely the way he lived his life as a Christian. I say all this without any reservation, that if Ken had chosen, he would have made a model Rotarian.
Ken did not have to join Rotary because he already knew all that I had said and was an example in his community that will be a hard act to follow.
Ken knew he had a difficult challenge with Cancer and would soon start treatments. He was advised he must conserve his physical and mental strength to assist in recovery. After a brief discussion with him one day, he then excused himself as he had to go to Robson. Later in discussion, I asked him what he was doing n Robson and this was the exchange:
“there were some trenches at the church that needed backfilling that were left open far too long so I decided that I better do that now”
” were you not advised that is exactly what you must not do by your Doctor?”, I was surprised.
“Yes that is true”, he slowly responded “but I could not be settled knowing that that job was left undone”
There were times that some Coop members were very frustrated with the challenges that the Cooperative was facing and would speak out negatively. Ken would not hesitate to meet these people one on one and rationalize with them. He believed that everyone had a right to an opinion but needed to know the facts. This is the type of respect that Ken earned and never needed to command as President.
Ken never stopped his volunteering and at Grandview participated on the Strata Council, the Garden Club and attended most of the Committee Meetings as an ex-officio member.
At another time, my position as Project Manager was being challenged by a member because he was not satisfied with the way nature was reinstating itself over the right of way used by the Cooperative through his property and demanded action right away. It was difficult in a circumstances like this to organize a volunteer group of members to do raking and seeding. Ken just said to me, I will help you and there we were with rakes and shovels trying to pacify a member that had taken his complaint to an unreasonable level.
Then there was the lighter side of Ken as I noted him walking around at Grandview with a large back pack for days on end. So I asked him what was going on. He explained that every year his family gets together and goes out to nature in the rugged East Kootenays.
“I am just preparing my body for the hiking that we are going to do.” Then the truck would be loaded to the top of the racks and off they would go.
“I thought maybe you were going to a boot camps” I quipped.
“No, just love with my family” he smiled.
I chatted with Ken a few weeks ago and asked him how he was. His answer was very profound “I am still alive and in the hands of God.”
There was no complaint of pain nor his suffering but a calm resolve of acceptance of Gods Will..
If I have suggested to you that Ken was of an exceptional character and individualality than I have achieved my objective of expressing my deepest respect for my neighbor Ken Hood.
Elmer Verigin, October 11, 2014

THE CLIMATE CHANGE DEBATE

15 Monday Sep 2014

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Hi

The propaganda campaign by climate doomsayers continues unabated in spite of the fact that global warming stopped more than 17 years ago. In fact, we are now experiencing a naturally-occurring cooling cycle.

During the past year, David Suzuki’s columns have been appearing in our local newspaper at least once per month together with a similar number of articles/letters by other victims of the global-warming/climate-change hoax. Only a few articles were written by climate realists.

Suzuki’s August rant prompted me to reply as follows.

Best regards,

Thorpe

Trail Times  Tuesday, August 12, 2014

CLIMATE DOOMSAYERS ARE GETTING DESPERATE

Contrary to the claim made by David Suzuki (Trail Times, 8 August 2014 – Copied below), it is the climate doomsayers that are getting desperate, primarily because nature refuses to co-operate with their catastrophic, CO2-induced, global-warming narrative. Suzuki’s nonsensical diatribe is obviously inconsistent with the scientific method. So is his endorsement of the BBC policy to suppress scientific debate.

It appears that David Suzuki is still living in the mythical, computer world of discredited climate models. Consequently, he continues to deny reality and demonize carbon dioxide (“CO2”).

While appearing on a recent Australian Broadcasting Company’s TV program, Suzuki  learned, apparently for the first time, that global warming stopped more than 17 years ago. Astonishingly, Suzuki freely admitted that he was completely unfamiliar with the 4 agencies responsible for collecting and publishing the world’s temperature data used by the UN.

The chief scientist of one of these agencies (Professor Phil Jones of the UK’s CRU) testified in 2010 before a Parliamentary Select Committee that global warming had stopped in 1995. His testimony related to the 2009 Climategate scandal.

Unfortunately, the CO2 content of our atmosphere has been seriously depleted by natural processes to such an extent that we can never hope to restore the highly-desirable levels of CO2 found in ancient atmospheres. The dinosaurs enjoyed an atmosphere containing 5 times the current CO2 level. Our reserves of oil and gas would have to be 30 times larger to even double the CO2 content of our CO2-impoverished atmosphere.

It seems that David Suzuki should be reminded of a fundamental biological fact; that is, CO2 is essential to sustain plant and animal life on this planet. Regretfully, CO2 does not give us the means to control our ever-changing climate. With 4 major climate cycles, the planet’s climate has been changing since the beginning of its existence.

Global cooling has always been, and will continue to be, the greatest climate threat to civilizations. We must learn to adapt or perish.

Thorpe Watson, PhD

Warfield

David Suzuki: Climate change deniers are getting desperate

by David Suzuki on Aug 5, 2014 at 2:47 pm

http://www.straight.com/news/700351/david-suzuki-climate-change-deniers-are-getting-desperate

This same article was published in the Trail Times on August 8, 2014.

HAVE A REST AND CLEAN THE BARN OUT

12 Saturday Jul 2014

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There are many interesting incidents that involved my father and his “sense of humor”.

Imagine a scene on a summer day when the family farm was receiving its TLC with the family of three sons and a father going out on the field and attending to a group effort of:
• Cultivating the summer fallow
• Picking rocks
• Mowing hay
• And just about any of a thousand possible other never-ending jobs around the family farm
and it starts to rain.

Rain and that black soil in Saskatchewan quickly render movement over the resulting wet mud virtually impossible. Time to take a break and let nature take its course and soon the sun will shine again and work can continue while we retreated to the farmhouse.

My two older brothers and I took to lying on the bed and reading a pocket book. Zane Grey and Luke Short compiled many Westerns that awed the typical prairie boy with stories of cattle rustling, coyotes howling and the good guys winning over the bad. Our imaginative minds were rapt and it took a bit to be awakened to the voice of our father.
You see farmers seemed to need to work every waking moment in order to make the farm successful and so our father could not tolerate idleness in his sons. He felt it was his duty to will his siblings to enjoy working as he termed it.

“Why don’t you boys have a rest and go and clean the barn?”: he penetrated our comfort zone.
Obediently we went and proceeded to systematically begin cleaning the manure with five tine forks and scoop shovel unto the stone boat. My brother Russel was the first to break the silence with “are you guys resting yet?”
Well the joke started to become hilarious as we chuckled and cleaned until we were finished and all of us agreed that we had “rested”.

Seeing that we were becoming idle and enjoying ourselves was our downfall as our father suggested that we now could go and check the fence line and make repairs since this was something we could do while it was still too wet to go to the fields.

This little vignette is for your enjoyment as I was smiling while writing.

Written as a recollection of my youth dated July 12, 2014.

Tribute to Phil Novokshonoff

29 Sunday Jun 2014

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TRIBUTE TO PHIL NOVOKSHONOFF
June 29, 2014
When I offer words in commemoration of someone’s passing, I do so from my personal perspective and knowledge of that person.
I had met Phil on the Talarico Wing construction, back in 1991 while he was installing the fire sprinkler system. I had earlier known his father Joe, who was a Director of the Doukhobor Benevolent Society while building Parkside Villa in Grand Forks as well as members of his family at various Doukhobor functions. I found it was easy to talk to Phil and that first meeting seemed like it started a relationship that now I wish to high light.
It appeareded that Phil had an interest in what the Doukhobor Cultural Association was doing as he would take his father, Joe, to the Doukhobor Sports Days and so when he heard that we were starting the development at Whatshan he approached me during a Talent Night Kootenay Choir performance in Grand Forks and offered his assistance should we require anything Mechanical. The Doukhobor Heritage Retreat Society #1999 had many capable volunteers but the Building Inspector required that all Plumbing must be installed by a Journeyman Plumber in order to meet the requirements of the Building and Plumbing Codes. In due course, I made the call to Phil which went something like this.
After briefly outlining the scope of the Retreat Building, Phil asked the question, “Well what would you like me to do?”
Of course I took this opportunity to present my wish list:
• “Well pump and related piping
• Water line from well to Retreat Building
• Power hookup for well
• Pressure tanks
• Septic tank pump to 2,500 foot field
• Showers piping
• Kitchen stove
• Stove propane piping”
There was absolutely no hesitation in his response, “that is no problem. I will charge the equipment at cost and my hired Trades people labor at cost. My time and equipment will all be donated. We just need to find a suitable time slot when to do it. I will research the well Suppliers as well as the other equipment”
I was shocked at this as it was a tough job building something in the hinterland away from normal supply houses and equipment with volunteer help, donated materials and no sure source of funding.
Phil called and said that he would arrive on site on this appointed date. It was a sight to see as a large truck, pickups and a crew of men arrived and began work just as if they had all been there before. A derrick attachment was set up on the back of a flat deck and the process of lowering the pump along with steel piping and electrical wiring began, Work inside the building was also taking place. All continued until complete within three (3) days and the water system was operational.
What a significant boost to the morale of the Volunteers who now did not have to haul water in water jugs from Castlegar.
Phil looked at the kitchen stove that we wanted to convert from natural gas to propane and shook his head. “Elmer it would be a waste of time as this stove is better off in the dump”, he consulted.
“If you can spare $5,000 I will get you a reconditioned unit that will be shop tested. I will bring it from Spokane and then make all the propane connections”, he added.
This came to pass and he called me to see if I could pick it up at his shop and transport it to Whatshan. Of course I agreed but alas, I was unable to find a suitable truck and a willing person to make the delivery. So I advised Marilyn that we would detour via Grand Forks and just pop in at Mainstream Mechanical to pick up the stove on “Silver” my little Ford pickup.
I had no idea where Mainstream was located in the first instance and absolutely no concept of the size and weight of the steel stove and besides this would be on a shortcut over the summit that would take me past Edgewood.
So Peter and his brothers were given the task to help me load this stove which was a simple transfer from their flat deck to Silver. I didn’t blink an eye when I saw that this was like hauling an elephant on a child’s wagon. The boys in their stead were very business-like as we all labored with this challenge. When the stove finally settled in on the box, Silver immediately raised his hood desperately trying to stay with all four wheels on the ground.
I think it was Peter who offered the first comment “pretty heavy load, eh?”
I nonchalantly countered with “Silver is used to all this work”, trying to show my confidence which was blocked by a choking tongue.
“How do I get over the hill?” was my parting comment.
“Oh, so you were never on that road?” all the boys were now curious as they contributed to the directions.
As I got into Silver, Marilyn was looking for assurance with “so you know where you have to go?”
“No problem” and we lurched slowly into motion.
On the flat stretch, it was just a chore to keep Silver running straight as every curve swayed him from one side to the other. When I started climbing the mountain, though, it was difficult to see over the hood which was now higher still. This was certainly a potential good ad for Ford as Silver groaned his way up the summit while I looked for signs that would tell me I was taking the correct fork.
Suddenly I realized we had crested as Silver started to pick up speed and I geared right down to first and thought of what I was going to do if the gears failed. I want to remind you that even going downhill, Silver’s hood was still raised. Marilyn had already turned green and was no support whatsoever. Then I recalled my mother’s hopeless effort to teach me Pasallmee which I never did master. Let me assure you that I recited all six of them three times on my way down that hill. The outskirts of Edgewood looked like New York when we finally made it down.
When Phil and his Gas Fitter arrived later, he looked at me and asked “did you have any difficulty getting it here?’
“Piece of cake!”
And so this is the way Phil and his sons established an assistance program that carried on to plumbing five cabins and the Whispering Pines Centre. More recently that involved “On Demand” Hot Water in the Retreat Building and replacement of the Kitchen Stove complete with a new automatic starting mechanism.
When I saw the young Novokshonoffs work, They applied their trade as grown adults even though they were barely teenagers at that time. Most important to note is that they followed their father’s instruction completely.
I watched as a thirteen year old jumped into a pickup and backed a trailer into a spot like a seasoned Trucker, in a straight line with no hint of a jack-knife . Our mouths dropped open in disbelieve.
My continuing visual picture is Phil sitting on a stool in the middle of the yard while they were working on piping in the septic tank. What amazed me is that Phil was knew exactly what they were doing as he would offer advice from his location some 25 feet away “with try that wrench, it will work better!”
In the evenings we had many occasions to talk and I learned that Phil had a deep understanding of “What is a Doukhobor” as that is the way he lived his life.
This is a Celebration of Phil’s life and so I need to mention another humorous incident that took place when I visited Phil in the hospital during his challenges with weight reduction. He had been transferred from Calgary and was in the West Kootenay Regional Hospital and on the second time I visited with Phil, he told me this story and I admit we laughed heartily.
Phil started with “these guys were not providing me with enough food so I called 911 at 7:00 P.M.”
“So what happened?” I was surprised to hear.
“Well the Paramedics came charging into my room to the surprise of the Hospital Staff”, Phil explained.
“When everyone finally settled down, I said that they are starving me here!” as we both laughed at his sense of humor.
“That is not all, Elmer,” Phil continued, “I called in for a Pizza delivery and got two pizzas into my room before anyone caught on.
I believe that I can speak from all of us at the Doukhobor Heritage Retreat Society #1999, we wish to express our sincerest thank you to Phil and the entire Novokshonoff family for your contributions to the development of Whatshan.
Let Phil’s spirit become synonymous with all those great spirits that have blessed us here on Earth and now he can continue with his greatest mission yet.
Elmer Verigin, President
Doukhobor Heritage Retreat Society #1999
Written June 28, 2014

University of A and W (Castlegar Campus)

20 Friday Jun 2014

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UNIVERSITY OF A and W (Castlegar Campus)

I have been fortunate in my life to have grown up in a farming community with many others, struggling to survive with challenges from weather, disease, predators and government interference. At this early age I was able to understand the intelligence of this part of society. I found that they could sense weather changes, animal moods, crop rotations, and understand Electrical, Mechanical, Carpentry, Veterinary and many other specialized areas that was necessary to economically deal with farming. I am comfortable in this discussion group even though some misinformed public have nicknamed them as “dumb farmers”.

Then I entered the University fraternity with many ordinary people who were destined for higher learning. I met young people who later went on to successful professions and never changed their simplicity and genuine ordinary folk mindset. I found that the rest of the population felt intimidated because these people spoke on subjects with an entire different point of view. Not always were these people speaking down on the rest but perhaps were just misinterpreted. Nonetheless, I feel at home in this environment when I am in that crowd which some refer to as “suits”.

I worked with Trades people and I learned how skillful these people were and how fundamental this part of society was to the whole. Of course these people have their points of view and ways to express themselves which again differed from the rest. In their midst, I can fit in here very comfortably. Perhaps the School Career Counsellors do not understand this sector well enough in that they do not provide the encouragement necessary for more young people to enter these fields which has resulted in such a shortfall of tradespeople.

Since I was a General Contractor during my professional years, working with Trade Contractors and their Tradesmen was a natural consequence for me in organizing an association of Construction Contractors. They too have a fraternity that operates within their spectrum. My experience in this area is that there was considerable encouragement for workers to enter apprenticeship programs.

And so it is with those who come together at A and W for coffee and visiting. I find them all within their very unique environment where they have a comfort level all their own. Most are from many different backgrounds, careers and knowledge. Each one shares opinions and are prepared to defend their philosophy.

I am very impressed with this group and so they now become the subject matter for this satirical chronicle which will be written with humor for the enjoyment of all those who participated as well as the unsuspecting reader who may come across these words.

My immediate designation of this sector as the University of A and W and I have yet to meet one that is not an expert when they speak as it was always with conviction and authority on whatever the subject matter may be.

It makes sense then to call them all participating in graduate studies as most have at least 70 or more years experience. It lends itself to refer to them as Professors as other designations commensurate with their place in the respective fields.

And so let us begin with the scene.

We are in Castlegar, B.C., along Columbia Avenue and our first class begins at 0600 hours which is opening time for our campus.

Pacing the concrete sidewalk are two of the most eager alumni:

l. Professor Jean Brocekx arrives at 550 hours and always backs in his vehicle so that he is able to drive directly out should he succumb to too much caffeine. He settles into the North side of Table 2. Mr. Brocekx expertise is farming, trapping, hunting and trekking the wilderness along the Swan River, Thunderhill and at times the Duck Mountains. He has piloted planes into airports that even crows would not have attempted to land but he was always successful which is testament to the fact he has lived to tell all his students about it. Jean is well read and can participate in almost any subject of conversation and has shown authority in Quantum Physics and well versed in the existence of the “God Particle” in atoms. Jean was born in Bellsite about 15 km North of Birch River, Manitoba, in the skyscraper shadow of Swan River. He knows fully well that you can “take a horse to water but you cannot make him drink”. At 76 years young, he can still cut and prepare 2 cords of wood in day after attending his class.
2. Salvage Specialist Dave Gavrilik is always at the door at 0555 hours. It seems when he arrives, the staff opens the door no matter who had been already been standing there. That is instant recognition of a man of importance. He occupies the West side of Table 7. Dave had achieved his welding talents through the sheet metal trade and mostly in the salvage metal business where he would cut scrap metal into maximum 4′ x 2′ pieces for ease of handling into rail cars or trucks. He speaks of his time with automobiles that are heading for the shredder: “we take away the tires and gas tank and 17 seconds later, the car is in shreds!” Dave’s vast areas of expertise encompasses the manufacture of zoo cages to the journeyman Sheet Metal trade in the industrial field. Dave’s grandfather was a Master Mechanic at the Smelter in Trail, B.C., during the days when Blaylock was General Manager. The family residence was adjacent to the Blaylocks along Ritchie Avenue in Tadanac. Dave’s father recalls the Blaylock daughter working on repairs to her blue Roadster that eventually became the pride and joy of Dick McLeod here in Castlegar. Dave has survived 15 years working for Millionaire Pete Stoopnikoff managing his apartment. That feat will likely be noted in infamy as one of great survival.
3. Madam Lynn Smith unlocks the door at precisely 0600 hours. She is the Home Economics Dean as she efficiently plies her way amongst the class knowing what to say at the right time while she deflects rather sarcastic and cutting remarks that come from Governor Stushnoff. It is amazing that she knows so much about her class that she can predict what they will say even before they say it. She will have the coffee poured and set on his table even before Metallurgist Arthur Hagen makes his way slowly into class usually at 0620 hours. Lynn may almost be better described as an Empress as she comes from Empress, Alberta. She is a heroine in her birthplace as she lived on the Saskatchewan side of town but was born in the hospital on the Alberta side. Perhaps she may take her leadership quality as her father hailed from Leader Saskatchewan. Considering the dangers in her current workplace, Lynn married an RCMP Officer just to ensure that the unruly class behaved themselves.
4. Woodsmith Jim Dahl light steps his shyly on his way in and orders his usual Deluxe Bacon & Egger and coffee and then proceeds to the southwest corner of table 3 to face Governor Stushoff and Dr. Harshenin who are expected there shortly. Everyone knows their places and respect the Pecking Order that has been established over the years. Jim hails from a strong background of Woodsmiths and was born and raised in Rossland, B.C. Jim can read wood and can predict which way a piece may naturally warp and so can ply counteracting grains to end with uniform material in the end analysis. Being proficient in this Art separates the Masters from the Journeymen. It is very difficult to get Jim to expound on his talent as he is far too modest.
5. Governor Bill Stoochnoff holds his place at the desk with authority. His is located on the Northeast end of table 3. Everyone knows that seat is a hallowed chair and no one would dare to sit there with a risk of expulsion in disrepute. The Governor has an opinion on everything and claims authority over all. He has been the Area J volunteer Development Chair Committee for the Regional District of Kootenay Boundary for a record number of years that will never get broken. He was the spearhead organizing committee and was able to raise the funds as well as install the first water system in Ooteschina District. His claim to fame comes as a result of being part of the lead group of Doukhobors that settled that area in 1909. Governor Bill’s professional ability as a Mechanic, has taken him to his own garage in Castlegar and, later, fixing just about any vehicle in the City of Trail garage. It may be part of the reason that to this day, residents of Trail don’t get along with the citizens of Castlegar.
6. Dr. Larry Harshenin occupies the northwest corner of table 3. Larry was born in the metropolis of Robson but escaped to Pass Creek at the tender age of two. He has many years of Lab experience slacking lime. He knows the exact amount necessary in the plaster mix as well as time it will take to mix with water to form that consistency necessary for finish coat plastering. This is almost a lost science as that trade has been replaced by the lesser alternative plasterboard. His expertise takes him to the exact sieve setting for the sand that he must proportion with the cement and water that is the preparatory mix for the base coat.
7. Geographer Roy Keillor slips in about 0630 hours and takes his appointed spot on the North side of Table 1 in his very relaxed fashion. Roy was born on a farm about 8 miles from Norquay at a community known as Melmore. He is not sure what direction from Norquay it was located. He cannot remember how the family subsisted on that very meager farmyard of his birth to a large family. Few people have been where Roy has favored in his day. Places like Swan Plain, Norquay, Pelly, Aaron, Hyas and Stenen drop off his lips in his seasoned recall of days gone by. His students listen in awe as he brings on more famous places like Durban, Kenville, Benito and other famous towns. There were many opportunities for Roy to become a famous Jockey as he was entered in local Rodeos and Sports Days riding in Horse Races. We have not heard too much on how to judge a winner but that was in the days when drug enhancement was not even thought of yet. Roy took his Geography training on the road as a professional truck driver when it was shorter between points in miles.
8. Table 3 is definitely the most popular place as the Professors use their seniority in reserving their places. Sometime akin to King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. As he slips into the South East corner of Table 3, Fred Pozdnekoff could be best described as a “Survivor”. Fred hails from the metropolis of Brilliant and became proficient in the Celgar Sawmill for his entire career under the scrupulous administration not only the tyrant Alex Cheveldave Sr., but also Bill Mazoroff. In the many years I spent volunteering with these two senior Celgar Executives at the Doukhobor Village Museum, I realized what the definition of perfection meant. Fred had to be exceptionally perfect to outlast Bill and Alex. Even his wife and partner recognizes his perfection and that is why they continue to live in the house that Fred built in Castlegar, these past fifty years.
9. Count Alexi “Rebinoff”, is one of the last to arrive pushing 0700 hours. The Count has seen every major construction project from the eyes of a Carpenter but has always keep abreast of his health. To this day Alexi grinds his grains to make whole flour to bake his bread. Strangely enough, he does not share his recipes nor his secret for longevity but is known to disagree with the Governor on Doukhobor History and Philosophy which has resulted in the Governor honoring him with the title of Count. The Count favors the North East corner of table 3 and those who may have occupied that chair, will immediately remove themselves in respect, including the Governor himself.
10. Metallurgist Arthur Hagen was born in Trail, B.C., but immediately went up in the world to Rossland. He spent many years in researching the tank rooms at the Smelter and knows all about the extra work involved when the Lead Vats are not completely drained after each cycle. Jackhammers were some of his tools of trade when all else failed. Art slips into his spot on the South side of Table 2 at about 0620. There is much that Art can share with his class as he was a veteran in many classifications during his tenure at Cominco Ltd. Zinc M and S; Fertilizer Plant; Absorption Plant and his rise to Operator in the Acid Plant. There are many more stories that can be told here.

The information has been gathered over a period of time that began about May 12 and completed May 26, 2014 by Elmer Verigin, in respect of this alumni and the preservation of humor.

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