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inJuly has been historically, a travelling and visiting month for us. This year as with the last 19 years, we took in the celebrations at Whatshan Jam (July 8-10) where our entire family was present that included all four children and their spouses and nine grandchildren with their respective significant others. Our Pro Golfer grandson was on tour and could not attend.
2018 Whatshan Jam photos:
Our three great grandsons managed to be dancing front and center by the stage
Yes they were dancing there until their parents pulled them away so that they would not be trampled.
There were over 400 people in attendance, the largest crowd yet!
We returned home to repack, take in doctor’s appointments and were able to leave at noon July 11, 2018 for Benito, Manitoba on our 54th trip through the prairies.
About Cranbrook, I checked my cell phone and noted four missed calls from Jim Laktin. Thinking something, serious was taking place from the newly elected President of the the Doukhobor Heritage Retreat Society #1999 (Whatshan Lake Retreat), I decided to call. All he wanted to know was when we were passing through Lethbridge that day as he was in the area delivering 13,000 pounds of cherries to the Hutterite communities. We were destined for Medicine Hat as our half point to Benito, but friendship is precious and we decided to see the new truck that Jim had purchased and this was his first run. Here is Jim and his truck in his new venture as he readies for his franchise marketing Hutterite Chickens for all of British Columbia from the High River Colony.
Jim was unable to attend the Whatshan Jam as he was qualifying for his “Air Ticket” so he could drive this truck. It was great hearing all about his new venture and bringing him up to date on Whatshan Lake Retreat. Of course it took a “few” Scotches to get the entire story out.
We parted the next morning and arrived in Benito (of course for dinner) to sister Mary Khadekin’s house, a little late but the hospitality was all the same. We enjoyed visiting with nephew Kenneth who drove down from Swan River. We were updated on the challenging integrated high school system which is always interesting. His dog Shane would first shove a ball under the chesterfield and then crawl under to get it out. Wish I had him to help me eradicate the Voles in my garden!
After a day’s rest we were invited to spend time with friends Mitch and Dorthy Ozeroff and Sonia Tarasoff at Yorkton Saturday night. There are no handicapped hotel rooms near Veregin to accommodate Mitch’s needs and so we were eager to spend time with these dear long friends and get caught up on all those important Doukhobour matters and of course the laughter about old times when Keith was still part of our close-knit gang.
On Sunday we attended Moleniya at the National Doukhobor Heritage Village at 0930 hours. It is always a spiritual experience as the building erupted with Doukhobor hymn singing again as it has since 1917.
The famous Blini brunch followed with all the toppings. Mouth watering still! Then an entertainment session followed the break with a “Saskatchewan” Choir that was augmented with three singers from British Columbia. It was nice to sing together in the spirit of Heritage Day.
Part of the entertainment in the afternoon was provided by “professional” Comedians, Nadia Rebin on the left as ‘Matrusha’ and Gloria Stushnoff on the right as ‘Trunia’ (they keep changing their pseudo names for security) with their incredible Russian and Ukrainian accents as they discussed world events and those everyday issues that house wives have to deal with.
They then picked on me for a bit before making a surprise commeneration of ’54th trips to Saskatchewan’ mandelions created by Sonia Tarasoff.
We then boarded a bus that started a tour of the early 1900s, 57 communal villages, including the original center of the Doukhobour Communities, Otradniya. The narration was provided by historian Jonathan Kalmakoff who listed the original family names in each village and an account of the animal and material assets that they accumulated along with the lands cultivated on the virgin lands from occupancy to a date a few years later. Very well done!
We also toured some of the cemeteries with the original Tolstoy near Otradniya Village. These two ladies from British Columbia were on the tour
Liz Poznikoff, Curator Doukhobor Discovery Center in Castlegar and Natasha Jmaiff, Translator Doukhobor Pslams, posed at the well kept cemetery.
Just South of Tolstoy and between the Otradniya Village is an unmarked burial place of Peter Verigin (Hospoidnee) mother as well as the well respected Elder Dedushka Mahortoff. It was in the middle of a farmer’s crop and we did not feel appropriate to trample the crop to get access to it.
We then went to the Nadozda Cemtery when the Doukhobor hero, Metvei Lebedev is buried. We sang part of Speetya Orlee Bayaweya as a tribute to the one who led a group of young soldiers to fix their bayonets and stick into the parade ground That Easter in 1895 at a military outpost, declaring that they objective to any act of war against their fellow men and could serve the Russian Army no more. We closed our eyes and could almost hear clearly, the account of that event by Dr. Fred Strukoff in 2005 as he described the scene and the obvious fear in those courageous young men who knew the result of their action, would be lashes that would be their penalty for daring to disobey the Czar.
This event precipitated the Burning of Arms in 1895 and the eventual migration to Canada by the Doukhobors in 1899 from religious persecution in Russian (now Georgia).
Later, we attended a Shishliki Feast at my cousin Peter Verigin’s original farm, a 1/2 mile West of the Tolstoy School Community Center. We were delighted to have my nephew, Tim, the host, his son Tanner (now works at a bank in Norway), Barb Trofemenkoff, (wife of Randy (nephew), who was unfortunately on a fishing trip), Dan (nephew) and Adeline Horcoff, Jason (nephew) and Marcella Morozov. Barry and Nadia Rebin, Gary (nephew) and Lorna Trofemenkoff and a couple (I cannot remember their names), Jack Chernoff, my sister Mary Khadekin and son Kenneth with Marilyn and I. It was a typical Feast with much baking and specialities only available in Saskatchewan.
I am still upset that I never took a picture of this gathering as it would have been a treasure. I must have started imbibing too early?
We decided to go visiting the next day (Monday) and see whoever we could. I wanted to see my old friend and University friend, Dr. Bill Chernoff but he was back in Fredricton attending to some health issues and would be back the following Sunday. Jack, his brother and Bill (after retiring as University Professors) farm their the original grandfather’s homestead along with additional farms purchased since. They talk about setting up a heritage farm for tourism as they still have one farm that has never been cultivated and remains in its original state. Too bad I was unable to see Bill!
We were able to find a number of people at the New Horizons having coffee at 0800 hours. I recognized some and will mention, Ken Bloudoff, __?__ Kazakoff, Sid Relkoff and his workman, Barry and Nadia Rebin and others. A very cheerful and enthusiastic bunch that have raised funds to totally renovate the New Horizons Center including kitchen and adjacent hall. They raise money by making and selling pergies as well as apply for grants. Very well done!
We continued in Veregin, to the home of Gary and Lorna Trofemenkoff and were well received at their house in Veregin
That is Gary on the left with Lorna, Marilyn and sister Mary Khadekin. In some of the discussions, we heard that their daughter is now a graduate Chemical Engineer and their son has been doing some research into their family history which includes the first Business Manager and Vice-President of the Doukhobor Community Office in Veregin, M. W. Kazakoff (MWK). It was interesting that I had a brief mention of this person in Veregin Story 2017 but as parts of the research now being undertaken, we were told that MWK heard that the City of Boston was considering construction of large Storm and Sanitary Sewers in the early 1900’s. MWK travelled to Boston, was able to demonstrate to the City Crews, sewer construction with bricks manufactured at the Veregin Brick Factory. He ultimately was able to sell many carloads of brick which financially assisted the fledgling Doukhobor community. An incredible story indeed!.
We then travelled to the Kamsack Lodge to visit with my first cousin Florence (nee Verigin) Tromfemenkoff, the mother of Gary, Randy, Wayne and Sidney.
Florence is next to Mary from the right with sister Mary and myself. She just wants to go home to the farm that Michael and her took over from his parents John Trofemenkoff. Unfortunately, living alone in her aging condition is not safe for her and so her children moved her into the Lodge. Much of her conversation was “I just do not like it here!”
We passed a neighboring room and had a voice shout “Elmer” and there he was Cliff Paluck visiting his cousin Allan who also resides in this seniors home.
We drove around the main street of Kamsack and this building caught my eye as my Son-in-law Rick Woodhoues (nicknamed ‘Woody’) and my daughter Lori just sold their house and I thought I would send the family this photo, suggesting that perhaps Rick has invested his wealth in Kamsack now??
We drove to the farm of Dan and Adeline Horkoff but they were away and we missed them. So we stopped by the Ice Cream Center in Kamsack for our usual craving.
The next morning we met Peter and Lydia Cherkas at the Prairie Bakery in Kamsack for coffee. We were treated by a discussion with Gerald Bennike, a retired School Teacher and author of the Promised Land. This is a very interesting book, as he intertwines his mother’s Makoroff family (starting at Irkust, Siberia) and his Mennoite father originating in the USA and migrating to Veregin. A worthwhile read.
We reluctantly left at 1000 hours with a destination of the First Klass Auctions on Whitney Avenue, Saskatoon, an operation by Marilyn’s Nephew Jeff, Tracey and family.
Marilyn’s cousins Elaine (nee Maloff) Derkachenko and Donna (nee Maloff) Henderson joined us at the auction while the next photo shows Jeff Verishine keeping tabs on the sales. Yes, Marilyn bought some ‘Depression Glass’.
We followed Jeff and Tracey to their new house on the farm that Alex and Helen Verishine IMarilyn’s father and mother) farmed into retirement about 40 miles NE of Saskatoon.
Firstly, the sunrise as witnessed at the farm. It starts an hour before the sun peeks over the horizon. It is little wonder that the Indians always orientated their dwellings so the entry door faced the rising sun. Sun-rises in British Columbia are compromised as it usually has mountains on either side of it.
The barn on this farm is where I followed my future father-in-law, Alex J. Verishine, as I got enough courage to ask him for his daughter Marilyn’s hand back in April 1961. He looked at me with a smile and suggested that something this important ne4eds to be discussed in the house. So off we went and after a great deal of hugging and some tears, the traditional deal was struck. As I recall, Alex never did say yes but he did not say no and so it became a reality that Marilyn and I were to be married officially at some date to be determined.
That day, Thursday, we were to meet Mitch Ozeroff at huge Ag Fair about 8 miles West of Langham. We also had set up a meeting with my cousin Nadia (nee Chernoff) and her husband Bruce Stevenson at the fair when we found out that they were travelling from Birch Hills and thus save us a side trip to visit them on their farm. What did happen is that Mitch was unable to attend and after many calls on our cell phones we finally connected with Bruce and Nadia. I never realized how huge this yearly event was until we arrived and saw all the parking for the expected 30,000 plus attendants.
Firstly we have Bruce and Nadia and then we inspected a Swather that is 40′ wide and that is just a sample of what equipment was un display.
We were able to meet Nadia’s daughter and son as well as one of their grandsons. A very enjoyable reunion and a great deal of life to catch up on.
The Ag Fair was of little interest to Marilyn and I and Bruce wanted to see all the displays so we parted company in the early afternoon and went to visit the grave sites of Maryilyn’s grandparents, John and Martha Verishine at the Doukhobor cemetery, Kirilowka near the original Doukhobor Village, about 7 miles West of Langham along Highway 5. We then carried on to Pawkrowka cemetery where Marilyn’s Dad and Mom are buried. This cemetery was near Eagle Creek, in view of the North Saskatchewan River. This cemetery was near the second Doukhobor Village of the same name. There were three (3) Doukhobor Villages, total, near Langham Saskatchewan. I sang my Postman song in Russian to their spirits.
We then decided to see if Marilyn’s cousin Leonard and his wife Connie Verishine might be home since they were located 1 mile West and 1/2 mile North of Jeff and Tracey Verishine farm (the original Alex Verishine homestead). Yes they were home and we had a great time catching up on where they were in their lives. It was exciting to hear that their son and one time professional Rodeo Bronc Rider, Billy, got married in Australia and they proudly showed pictures of their young grand daughter. Connie and her daughter Dawn Marie are preparing to travel to Australia in November to visit the family.
Leonard is a retired government pasture manager and still tends 200 of his own cattle on his farm. We planned to return for a dinner later in the week, but eventually ran out of time.
We returned to Jeff and Tracie’s farm for the night and were treated to a great dinner with their son Alex entertaining us with his plans to enter University of Saskatchewan to take Arts and Science in his intent to ultimately get into Engineering. Alex has trained himself to be an Auctioneer and takes his shift at First Klass Auctions.
The next day Jeff talked about his plans to make his grandfather’s farm into a place where all family would come and rekindle the “people place” that it once was. He is planting many trees of all species and trying to stay ahead of the deer who keep pruning them.
That afternoon we went across the road to Jade (Marilyn’s Nephew) and Marni Verishine farm for an afternoon visit. They had invited Marilyn’s cousin Harvey and his wife Diane Verishine. It was an excellent afternoon many memories were discussed as Jade and Marnie’s son Jacob barb-b-cued hot dogs for us.
We then moved to Mitch and Dorthy’s house in Langham. our welcome was a huge dinner with Sonia Tarasoff in attendance. It is always great to experience the positive attitude of Mitch as he deals with his physical handicaps and continues to ring off a sense of humour that never changes with the years. kudu to you Mitch and three (3) extra Kudus to Dorthy in trying to handle being a full time Care-giver.
The next day Marilyn and I visited the house of her Uncle Harry Verishine to have lunch with her Aunty, Cousin Kathleen and Harvey who treated us with another visit. It is important to mention here that the lands in Langham were less of a grain production quality and many Farmers turned to cattle raising as grass was really the best crop and the cattle raised on this land was marketed to provide an income. As a result, Marilyn’s Father, Harvey and his brother Leonard, successfully raised cattle and became horsemen. They could ride, rope and brand their animals.
Land that was assessed as “marginal” was designated as government pasture so that Farmers could place their cattle in this pasture for the summer. All three (3) of the above managed pastures for the government. At this time Leonard still raises 200 head and Harvey 400. Both have retired from the Pasture Manager positions.
At a Verishine reunion, Harvey and Leonard relented to much coaxing and put on a demonstration how they chase a young calf, rope it and trip it over as their horse keeps the tension in the rope, in preparation for branding.
Katheen shared some of the photographs of Harvey in full cowboy dress and some photos of his cattle for your enjoyment.
Yes I am proud of Marilyn’s family as I need to get photos of father and his horse, Leonard as well as his son Billy in full action as a professional Bronc Rider. I intend to gather all this into a story about the family.
as Jonathan Kalamkoff notes in his Doukhobor Genealogy, our Doukhobor ancestors raised cattle in the Molichniyee Vodee area of Ukraine before continuing on in Georgia in 1842, so it was logical for the Doukhobors in Langham to find this economical.
That evening, we called a few friends in Saskatoon to see if anyone would be available for a dinner in Saskatoon as it was obvious that we could not get to see everyone otherwise. Cooperate they did as this is part of our original Saskatoon Doukhobor Youth (at one time) Choir:
Yes it took a full three (3) hours to have our dinner but we had no problem digesting it with the laughter. Actually we saw the faces of ourselves as we were 1958 through 1963. What a nice time!
We took a leisurely exit from Ozeroffs and moved our wagon over to Alex and Elaine Derkachenko house in Saskatoon. Marilyn and I served as Bridesmaid and Best Man at their wedding in 1961 a few months before ours. It is always nice as Alex and I became “brothers” over the years with Alex never having a brother and I have since had my brothers depart. In many ways Alex seems to have very similar views on life and he even fries his potatoes the same way that I prefer. That is a very important brotherhood!
Donna and Larry Henderson dropped by and we had a great visit as a group. Larry is recovering from a minor stroke. A very nice dinner catered by Alex (he is an excellent cook), followed.
The next morning Alex treated me to his favorite Car Wash. My Focus was never treated that well! I also found an optical place where the sweet young lady took my glasses and final straightened the frame out so that I did not appear “cock-eyed”. Stupid glasses cannot handle me sitting on them but after a 1/2 hour she returned with a smile and said “no charge”. The Saskatchewan hospitality is always well appreciated.
That evening we were invited to the new duplex that her son Glen built for her upon her move from the farm in Canora, a few years ago. We met Glen’s partner that works for a Uranium Mining Company and Dr. Veronica Markova. We had a great Dinner and discussed Ryan Androsoff’s work to preserve Doukhobor traditions and Moleniya. Interesting and we all encourage Ryan to do the right thing.
We were ready to leave when Veronica suggested we sing a few Russian songs. I was impressed at what that small party of four could do. Veronica briefed us on her continuing research in linguistics and the manner in which the “Doukhobor” Russian has changed in the 118 years in Canada. We wish her well in het research.
The next morning it was a tearful departure from Derkatchenkos and we travelled to Lethbridge as an overnight and then home to Castlegar the next day.
Thanks to all our friends and relatives that we were able to see and those we missed, we apologize as there never seems to be enough time.
Yes we returned to a full blown birthday party for our daughterat the Colander in Trail, B.C, that night. We that is our life with Marilyn.
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04 Saturday Feb 2017
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inThe Kootenay Mens Choir has had the privilege of a variety of Choir Directors. We enjoyed Leonard Voykin as he directed our choir, he also entertained us.
Every practice, he would bring at least one joke and loved telling them. He would start laughing part way through the joke and had everyone laughing so that the punch line was missed on many occasion but the experience was worthy of mention.
Leonard was one of the first friends I made and was one of the “Passcretians” or “Loohoeshiyee”. He was very proud of being a Doukhobor and especially to be a “Loohoeski”.
Philip John Hadikin, a Professor in Russian and English at Woosong University in Daejeon, South Korea, posted a video on Face book this past week which was a beautiful tribute to Leonard. This video was of an event that took place at the Pass Creek Hall on June 27, 1998. This captured Leonard in his finest hour. He was playing a guitar with several enthusiasts as well as his daughter. He was singing Russian folk songs and entertained in a fashion that I never knew Leonard was able.
As Philip coined the message, “in memory of my friend and neighbor Leonard Voykin”. I enjoyed it and I am sure those of you who will access Facebook, will also be impressed.
Today our choir will sing
Our condolences to the Voykin Family and our confidence that Leonard has entered into a new “life” that bring him laughter and joy into eternity.
A request from the Kootenay Mens Choir to honor leonard at his funeral February 03, 2017.
06 Saturday Aug 2016
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inWhen Phil was challenged with the most recent challenges to his health, he asked if would write about him. Of course it was an honour and I agreed. He read the following story before he passed on and approved same for presentation today…………………….
This huge RV pulls into the newly created site at Whatshan Lake Retreat and my immediate thought was, here is a big shot, lost in the hinterland! I will need patience to handle this one!
A smiling and friendly man reached out his hand out and opened with “Lawrence Popoff told me that this is a place where someone can volunteer and do something for society in general,” as he respond
ed to my question, “what we could do for him.”
“Well, what do you want me to do?” There was a hint of stutter and a definite undercurrent of genuine sincerity.
“I am actually a Small Motor Mechanic by Trade but I spent my last years as an Assistant School Maintenance Superintendent’, he informed me and added this last comment, “tell me what needs to be done and I will get right at it.” That was the understatement as it was amazing what he could do.
And so it started in 1997 with Molly and Phil becoming part of a group of individuals that just gave of themselves because they believed in the spirit of giving. No one really understood why we all did what we did but the idea of an assembly building, at Whatshan, gave us purpose and a physical identity to create something with our hands and with collective ingenuity.
Mario DiBella of Martech supplied many electrical materials and provided equipment which we needed. On one such occasion, I came for a promised gas generator in advance of a work event which was to be a ten (10) day duration at Whatshan. Mario apologized that the only generator in his yard was a real “beat-up” unit that he could not confirm that it was even operable. I was happy to have the opportunity for its use and I boasted with this statement. “if my group of volunteers cannot keep this thing going, then we need to rethink building a Retreat!”
I accepted his assistance to load the unit on the back of “Silver” as my trusty Ford Ranger was nicknamed.
As destiny would unfold, just as we needed to fabricate the main roof trusses, the generator stopped without warning. The volunteers gathered to offer their expertise to get this essential piece of equipment on line. Phil got his wrenches out and the parts were removed one at a time and laid out on a plank in the order they came off so that assembly in the end would be logical. We were obviously impressed with professionalism in this former Small Engines repair Technician as he plied his trade.
Some of the various levers and assemblies had been badly abused and Larry Sapriken the Steel Stud experienced Carpenter started fabricating new pieces as a precaution, that maybe the machine just needed TLC.
A few hours later when the Generator had been totally disassembled, impulsively, Phil jumped up and started a yodel that would have frightened even the most discerning Red-Neck and absolutely took us off guard. When finally he quit kicking the nearest bucket, he uttered “the low oil probe.” We all looked at him not understanding what this was all about.
“Low oil probe automatically shuts off the machine when the oil is below the probe!” Phil was almost at his breaking point at this time. “So why did I not check it before we started this useless exercise?” he continued to moan.
Well assembly was quick and with purpose. The oil was added and the generator worked better than any new unit for the ten (10) days at Whatshan. When I dropped the shining generator off at Martech, Mario asked me what he owed us for the overhaul of the unit.
There was no question that Phil fitted in with all those that would be there to help and soon he became the spirit in the gang as he never resorted to negative talk but always seemed part of a solution rather than a continuing problem. He had no difficulty in finding something to do and always completed what he started.
Later we were able to develop a Volunteer RV section for volunteers. Phil and Molly took to the task of making their site the best of all by planting and mowing their own lawns. Site 17 was strategically situate so that somehow everyone had to walk past it and got waved in as if it was an Oasis. Friendly banter and refreshment was delivered with love and compassion along with hospitality that became known as the “Konkin Way”.
Phil’s vehicle seemed to attract Whatshan Wildlife and on one occasion. two pack rats wanted to leave Whatshan and got a free ride all the way to Thrums with Phil and Molly. It must be the way Phil drives because just when they got home, the “Packies” lowered themselves from the engine housing and staggered away much to the surprise of the Konkins.
On another occasion, Phil was packing his SUV and noticed a bear cub crawling in the other side. So he went to shoo him away only to find that another cub had accessed the open door on the other side. Obviously the wild life had heard of Phil’s cheap transport fees and wanted to leave Whatshan for the urban community. It was difficult to keep a straight face as Phil followed by Molly tried to convince the cubs that there was just no room left in the SUV for passengers.
So the rumor spread amongst the indigenous residents and just when the Konkins would leave their RV, the mice moved in. After many discussions with God, Phil finally found the last access point in his RV floor and the mice reluctantly stopped visiting.
There was nothing that Phil could not repair and bring into operation no matter what problem confronted us at Whatshan. As it was with the majority of the Volunteers, everyone had an expertise that was necessary to enable us to make Whatshan a destination Retreat as more and more people and organizations came to investigate what we were building. Phil would always be ready to show visitors around on his trusty Golf-cart.
No matter when we would meet, within minutes, the question would be “when are going to Whatshan?”
In his sombre moments, Phil recollected as to how his first desire was to be an air-line pilot and started preparations for same. His Doukhobor parents associated planes with War and immediately objected to any continuation of this pursuit. No matter how many times we discussed his success with Mechanics and even operating his own service station in Thrums followed by bus driving and then his final career as an Assistant Maintenence Superintendent, he would always pause with that far away look and mention flying.
So finally, Phil is able to get his wish!
Phil made friends wherever he would be and those friends would always visit with him. Today I am honored to be known as one of his friends. Don’t forget to continue to visit with us.
The process involved interviews with Phillip Konkin over a period of time.
24 Wednesday Feb 2016
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inIt is always sad to hear when someone’s spirit has left his body. For me, in reflection, it is now possible to communicate with that spirit, by Quantum Physics, and share the many events that confirmed the beauty of a friendship that we had enjoyed when the body was whole. This is where Scientists and Christians agree and now unite in exploring the ultimate.
Nick and I became involved in organizing a Contractor’s Association that was necessary when the government of the day, in the early 1970s, passed legislation that we could not offer our services on any building project that was financed with public taxation. When I called Nick to discuss this new threat to our businesses, he, in turn, called many of his fellow local firms in Creston and Cranbrook to attend a meeting of Contractors that was being organized in Trail shortly thereafter.
These small business owners all agreed that something needed to be done and selected five (5) of us to arrange a meeting with the then Labor Minister, Bill King, in Victoria. People say that the ordinary person cannot have any effect on big government. Well this is an example of where three Kootenay delegates along with Nick and I were challenged to disprove that statement. This legislation had to be removed as it was “unfair”.
We met with Labor Minister for over 2 1/2 hours. Bill suggested that this “grass roots opinion” needed an organization to talk to government so that such a situation such as this would not happen again without proper consultation as he was unaware that there were that many small businesses out there that would be negatively affected by his legislation.
I can vouch for the fact that Nick was a convincing debater at that meeting. We followed up by forming the Independent Contractors and Businesses of British Columbia (ICBA) that now has over 2,000 member firms.
Bill King, in turn, was true to his word and caused that Act to be essentially repealed.
When I contacted some of these founding members of ICBA on Friday and informed them of Nick’s passing, here are some of the condolences that were forwarded to me:
“………Thanks for passing this sad information to us. Yes, we all remember Nick well. All you guys from the Kootenays are an unforgettable bunch and the real roots and foundation of the ICBA!!
Its difficult to see all these old-timers leaving us one by one. Please do pass on my condolences to family and friends.
All the best to you both!
Bill Kerkoff…..”
“…..We are very sorry to hear this news. I liked him a lot. Never shy about his principles. A hero to our cause and to the work force of B.C whether union man or non-union employee.
Len Remple….”
“…..I remember him well. It is sad to know he has left our presence.
May he rest in peace.
Please extend my sympathy’s to the family.
Ken Funk…..”
“….Thank you for informing us about Nick’s passing. We are sad to hear about his passing,
Christina and Hermann Koechl……”
“……Thank you Elmer for the information
I know how much Ed , and I also , appreciated NICK
Please give my condolences to his family from
Ed and myself
Myrtle Anne and Ed Rempel……”
Our friendship continued over the years thereafter and when a bunch of us decided to build Whatshan Lake Retreat, Nick called me and asked if we needed any help. So it unfolded that Nick packed up his tools and came to Whatshan and contributed three (3) days of his excellent finish carpentry skills to provide the touch that is part of his special skill. In the end of his contribution, he sat down with me and imparted his satisfaction of assisting in this project and wished it well to service humanity. He advised that, unfortunately, he would not be able to return again. We hugged each other and his pickup full of tools left to return to Creston.
While all this took place, Nick never lost contact with his Doukhobor roots. Those principles of his faith became part of his actions.
Then there was the humorous side of Nick. He was part of a duet with another Creston Contractor, in their interpretation of Huey and Louey, Donald Duck’s nephews. No matter how disparaging a situation would be, a “break” would entail these two in a discussion in “duck language”. Those of you who have not experienced this act have missed perhaps the best entertainment that even Red Skeleton could duplicate.
I believe that I have imparted to all of you that my tribute here today, is to confirm that when Nick made a commitment to something, he became part of a solution. He stood beside you all the time and never wavered when the going got tough. He was still there when it was all resolved satisfactorily.
Thank you Nick. It was a pleasure being on those journeys together.
1. Nell Sookro, Nick’s sister called me on Friday morning, February 19, 2016, to advise on Nick’s passing the previous day.
2. I made email contact with many of Nick and my contemporaries to advise them of this sad event. Their comments are noted within these reflections
Written on February 20, 2016 in my Office at 145 – 4200 Grandview Drive, Castlegar, B.C. 1130 hours by Elmer Verigin
12 Friday Feb 2016
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inThis story will cover a reunion of four friends on February 07 through 10, 2016 at Whatshan Lake Retreat. We originally met in May 1963 and separated in May 1965 with limited contact in between.
We were all selected in our graduate year by a Hiring Committee from Columbia Cellulose Co., Ltd., a company operating near a Sulfite Pulp Mill (now shut down) in Prince Rupert, B.C., from four prairie Provinces.
Photo taken at Whatshan Retreat February 09, 2016. Left to Right:
We did meet in the early 1990s when Robert was diagnosed with Follicular Lymphoma. He was able to research and develop diets and life style to add to Chemo and Radiation so that the stage 3 Cancer has been in remission for 27 years since.
Ron has survived a “Whipple” operation on his Pancreas but less that two years later he has now to overcome Liver Cancer and is being treated with Chemo. It is this occasion that has brought us together again at Whatshan Lake Retreat.
This part of the blog will concentrate on the happenings and recollections of somewhat “dulled” memories but still very refreshing and special time at the Retreat.
Ron and I got together on Saturday, February 06, 2016 to purchase all the “supplies” as we interpreted the various emails from The Fearless Foursome (TFF) that exchanged over the previous several weeks during the planning process for this event.
We left Castlegar on Ron’s pickup at 1000 hours, Sunday, and arrived at Whatshan at 1500 hours. The Rental Coordinator had asked us to prepare for a group of 11 that was to arrive at 1200 midnight.
This was Ron’s first visit to Whatshan, although he had prepared all the Electrical designs for the project to date. He acted like a pro and immediately assigned himself as follows:
It just seemed that he was within his own environment and was having a great time.
I got busy putting all the stuff away and dealing with bedding. Most interesting was that, between two Engineers, neither of us knew how to ignite the pilots on the “automatic ignite” propane range. We were saved by the Caterer that just happened to come by and protect us from embarrassment.
We had a great opportunity to chat with Ron and shared our experiences with volunteering in the community. I was very impressed with Ron and Elaine in their International Rotary participation with assisting unprivileged children and single women in Honduras. A great personal contribution internationally and locally with Rotary projects in the community.
The arrival of guests started about 2000 hours that evening as they slowly drifted into the Retreat to enjoy the fireplace and chats that went on to midnight. We were requested to advance the Monday breakfast t6o 0600 from 0700.
Ron and I discovered that neither of us had an alarm clock and so after a fitful sleep I arose at 0400 with Ron in tow. We got a “farmer’s breakfast” menu prepared and welcomed a group of:
That were to meet a helicopter at Burton that would take them to a “hut” at the tree-line and then transport them back and forth from bottom of the mountain to the top as they enjoyed skiig in the pristine wilderness.
All were impressed with Whatshan and suggested that perhaps a better arrangement would be to just land the helicopter near the cabins at Whatshan. We will see the results!
Meanwhile Bob was meeting Jim at the Vancouver airport for their flight to Kelowna. There they would take a rental car to Whatshan. We expected them at 1700 that evening.
While waiting, we prepared the wood Barb-B-Q for steaks and whipped up a salad so that we could enjoy our welcom0ing celebrations with distraction.
The boys were on schedule and we hugged tightly but no kissing on the lips. We just started talking non-stop as there was so much to catch up on and there was a continuous flow of stories and past experiences along with laughter and joy.
What was interesting is that no one smoked and our desire for alcohol had mellowed with the years. We also had no time for card playing, nor shuffle board, that used to be part of our past times. We finally managed only one game on the shuffle board which had Bob and Ron totally wipe out poor Jim and Elmer.
So here is a list of some discussion topics that we covered:
On Tuesday we enjoyed a long walk around the area. We also enjoyed Shishliki from Ron’s son Jim farm fresh lamb. Oh yes, we had four delicious pies that Karen and Judy prepared for us.
We all slept in one cabin just like old times when all we had was one tent. There were hints of flatuations but nobody admitted responsibility.
Jim and Bob left at 0900 hours on Wednedsay, February 10, 2016. It was a difficult parting as we all wished Ron well in his greatest challenge to date.
Here are Jim’s comments a day after our get-together:
“…….It has been a long time since I enjoyed brain bending with such
a diverse and opinionated male group.
Although I find females even more opinionated….
I have recently come to realize that they have other virtues as well.
Bob, I actually enjoyed your attempt to set me straight on oily Curcuma. I’ve
fed my bottle of dried tablets to the dogs, who are now sleeping fitfully with the cat.
Judy has gone shopping.
Elmer, I remain in awe of your tenacity and spirit, and please digest this:
I know no other individual who comes even close to matching your selfless
contribution to the welfare of others…..I sense it is time to begin to let go of your focus on
those who disparaged your reputation. They are not worth any more energy.
Elmer, every once in a while remember and relish the feeling shared
between us old time companions who totally respect and love you.
I will be holding these few days in my memory until Bob’s snake oil stops working.
Once again you pulled us all together in brotherhood.
Ron, I don’t have anyone in my life who cherishes books like you do.
This was a revelation to me. I’d like to continue to receive your
recommendations and thoughts for as long as we can. This morning
I reached into my library drawer beside the toilet, and it flashed (not flushed)
back to me that you also read from the throne. Three books on the go all the way.
I’ll be in touch.
Jim………”
Followed by these comments by Bob:
“……Hi Elmer, Ron and Jim:
Yeah, there are times in life when something special comes along. Our “reunion” was certainly one of those. The hours we enjoyed conversing eagerly with ease on a range of topics too numerous for even Elmer to record will lead to an amusing smile or two and give us memories to last forever.
Thanks Elmer for your hospitality and to you and Ron for getting all the “goods”. I hope you guys made it back safe and sound. Thanks Jim for the photos. It’s great to hear about your enjoyable daily activities, so important at our time in life leading to ongoing “contentment”.
Here’s some info, Elmer, that you asked me to send re vitamin D. Marilyn, your daughters…you too if you wish…can ask your family doctor to requisition the 25-hydroxy Vitamin D3 test (not the 1,25 test or the test for vitamin D2). It can be included along with other items in a standard blood test, or done on its own. The cost (currently in BC) will not be covered but should be only about $65. The result should be in the range of 100 nmol/L (40 ng/ml) . Labs vary in their “target ranges”, but generally a value of less than 50 nmol/L is considered “deficient” with 50~75 being “insufficient”. The best time to test is about now at the end of the winter season, up until April 1. If supplementation is required, upwards of 5000 IU/day is safe. This amount will usually be needed to raise the level up to optimum of about 100. There is no need to exceed 150. Toxicity is of no concern at less than 200.
If a supplement is justified…and for most of us it is…get the supplement in an oil base, not dry tablets. These are available in all health food stores and most drug stores at minimal cost. There’s lots of data re the significance of vitamin D and breast cancer, indeed all cancers, on google and elsewhere. Hope this is helpful. Say hi to Marilyn. My best wishes to all.
And Ron, as confirmed several times, my best wishes to you in the months and years ahead. You look GREAT for what you’ve been through which bodes very well for the long haul.
Take care, guys. Looking forward to staying in touch.
~ Bob……”
And these from Ron:
“……Hello All
When we got home to Castlegar, Elmer sat in my truck and did soduko (or is it Sudoku?) while I got my blood tests done. He gave me a lesson while we waited for the ferry.
When I got home I left a phone message for Rachel and she happily stopped to pick up the pies. She wouldn’t take the left over Shishlick, but Elaine was happy to take it and we had it for dinner.
AND I washed it down with Scandals, Bob’s special beer. If you haven’t had your leftover Scandals beer, Elmer it’s quite good.
Today Dr. Malpass scheduled my next catscan for March 7th, which is 5 days before I head for La Penita. Then after I get back we decide whether to keep with the current chemotherapy, or up the ante. I told him about my friend who has been successfully battling Lymphoma for 27 years. He was impressed.
Bob, current therapy is Oxalaplatin & Leucovorin for 2 hours, then Flourouracil infused for 46 hours. Upping the ante would be Irinotecan which sounds nasty.
I bought some Vitamin D today Bob, so will add that to my regimen. Tomorrow is Chemo so no skiing for a few days.
At Rotary this morning I put in “Happy Bucks” for our time at Whatshan.
Elaine sends her love.
Ron……………”
And this is the story of The Fearless Friends (TFF) to this date.
Written by Elmer Verigin February 12, 2016
Testaments by Ron, Bob and Jim are unedited.
Here are additional dated comments since the original posting:
“….Thanks. I’m still talking about our time at Whatshan.
Ron…….”
“…..February 26, 2015…..Hi Elmer and Ron: Yeah, Jim and I made it back fine. I’m presently in SoCal grinding away on website stuff and in between grindin’ away on local mountain trails. Hot here, up to 90 many days. It’s two months ahead of normal. Looks like El Nino rains were a bust…more drought forecast at least for LA south. Where’s that 2013 mini ice age when we really need it?! Hope all’s going well Ron. It was nice speaking with you on the phone. Email me any time if you think I might be able to help. I can call from here. And thanks for the photos. “Little Nona” sure has grown since the summer of 1963! …fond memories of Whatshan>> ~ Bob….”
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inUNIVERSITY 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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inElmer’s Diary Entry Dated July 19, 2013
Mary Khadekin Residence, Benito, Manitoba, 1635 hours
I took the nostalgic trip to Pelly, Saskatchewan this morning, hoping so that I would be able to take a cup of coffee with the locals at the Penguin Café. My first pleasant surprise was being asked by those on the veranda “so what part of B.C., are you from?”
“Castlegar” met with a knowing nod as they continued to sip their coffee, the three gentlemen seated there.
I had met the interesting Proprietor during the 2011 Pelly Centennial Celebrations and in true prairie hospitality, she walked out of the Penguin with a steaming cup of coffee “Peter wants you to come in!” she reported.
“Peter who?” I queried but did not hear the identity.
“I will be there in a minute as I finish my chat with these guys,” I added.
I continued to identify exactly who I was and what I was doing in town as all this is very important stuff for these farmers who were obviously either semi or totally retired. This involves locating my exact farm where I grew up. Besides this will be news that will be carried on from one to the other for a few weeks.
“Two miles East and 1 ½ miles North of Pelly was where I grew up and I am the Verigin family,” I located and identified myself.
“Oh yes that was a mile West of John Rezansoff father’s farm …..Across from Kondratoffs, wasn’t it?” one of the men zeroed in on the location.
“John used to play in a band that entertained at dances and other local events.” As he became increasingly friendly breaking out in a smile.
“That’s the guy alright!” as we bantered about people of that vintage (late 50’s and during the 60’s).
A fellow came out the door which I recognized as John MacLise, older brother of my classmate Roberta MacLise. “You still pushing that Tractor around the field or did you learn to drive it now?” I quipped.
“A lot better than walking behind horses,” he shot back with recognition. “What are you doing in town?”
“Just thought I should see if you guys are looking after the place.”
I then followed his path into the Penguin to see which Peter was there. Sure enough it was Peter Negraeff and his wife Sylvia, smiling in a welcome that was very meaningful to me. Peter was my Educator from grades 8 through 12 in various subjects. He was more than that….he was my Mentor!!
We finished our hearty hugs and started to catch up on where we left off some two years previous.
“There are some who are Educators and others are just Teachers”, I began my appreciation to this man who had made such a significant contribution to developing my character and influencing my life.
“I will never forget how you were the reason that I write today. You inspired me to do so in grade 12 English.” I became increasingly enthused in the recollection of that memorable time in this chance meeting.
Sylvia (also a Teacher) was moved by my comments “It is rare that one meets their students and get thanked for what we do.”
“I am fortunate to be able to identify myself to my Mentor as his prodigy”, I continued. “I think of you a great deal and now I can thank you in person.”
We carried on about how his family of Negraeffs lived next door to my family Northeast of Canora, on a farm where I was born.
“You know that I am the last one of nine children that is still alive,” Peter was pensive for a moment. “I am 89 years of age!”
I could not help but notice that he was looking in good health along with his wife, Sylvia who was much younger.
“I hear you still entertain almost everywhere,” I was really enquiring rather than making a statement of fact.
“Yes we actually played last night in MacKenzie Park at the North end of Main Street,” they informed me. “We also play at Heritage Day in Veregin on Sunday. Are you going to be there?”
“That is one of the reasons that I am in the area. I want to enjoy that celebration this weekend,” I responded.
“How’s Jack Henderson?” I enquired.
“He has had an operation on his rectum to remove a large part of the growth there. He has had two Chemo Treatments so far and his daughter has taken him back to Saskatoon for another treatment yesterday,” they advised.
“Is it malignant?”
“We were advised that he may have had the growth there for a long time now. We are not sure of any spread through the body,” Sylvia further informed me.
And so we hugged each other and bid adieus to meet again on Sunday in Veregin.
As I write this I have a smile in appreciation of a truly serious Educator and my Mentor. It is not often that one is able to express their feelings to someone who has provided a path as such an Educator to his student. All this took place in one life time.
Elmer Verigin
Ring Bound Sketch Book. Transcribed October 09, 2013
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inSONNY AND OZZIE CHRONICLE
There has been great Painters that were raised to the level of Saints and some have even become famous before they died. Unfortunately little has been written about ordinary Painters in the Trades. Perhaps, more descriptively stated, Characters.
I really never knew their correct Christian names as I doubt if anybody would know them, in the construction industry, except as “Sonny” and “Ozzie”.
Trail Color Centre was owned and operated by Claude Watson and it soon became the reliable Painting Contractor for Verigin Industries Ltd, starting about the early 1970s right through to the early 1980s. The price was always competitive and the service was very acceptable. Claude was honest and trustworthy as was his staff.
Trail Color Centre was situated in Trail, B.C., and also operated a Paint Store on Eldorado Street. Contracts for painting were estimated here and projects were taken throughout the East and West Kootenays.
It was at this time that Verigin Industries Ltd became involved in projects that took them to Elkford and Fernie, B.C. These were larger projects for the company that included apartments, a shopping centre / hotel in Elkford and a super market in Fernie. Trail Color Centre rose to the challenge as did their General Contractor, Verigin Industries Ltd.
Operating away from the Trail home base had its typical challenges with travelling employees and the need for living out expenses, the funding and location of same. This chronicle highlights a few incidents that involved Sonny, Ozzie and their boss, Claude.
I noticed a peculiarity about Sonny and Ozzie, starting at the apartment being constructed in Elkford. Sonnie and Ozzie always worked in one room. I assumed that this was a friendship matter, perhaps even a safety precaution of two men working as “partners”. While they were busy making emends to an Inspector’s deficiency list, I asked Ozzie “why do you guys stick so close to each other?”
Ozzie motioned me into the next room and whispered, “Sonny is legally blind”, Ozzie spoke with emotion. “Sonny would never be able to work alone for any Contractor as he cannot function on his own,” he continued.
“After working together for many years we formed a pact and I could see that Sonny needed assistance more with time. So we formed this bond. We didn’t speak about it nor did we tell anyone, including Claude,” Ozzie concluded.
“So when I spray paint, Sonny holds the shield after I get him to brush paint all the corners. We have become very efficient and Sonny knows every move that I am going to make before I do. I just follow where he goes. He has no problem seeing the outlines, it is just the detail with which he has great difficulty as the thick lenses do not help anymore,” Ozzie added.
“Well I certainly have witnessed your capability to paint considerably more area than other crews that I have seen around, including teh rest of the crews from Trail Color Centre,” I commented.
“Will you keep this secret?” Ozzie pleaded.
“I have no problem as I can see that your production is exceptional and it is really none of my business how Trail Color Centre operates, only if the quality and time lines are not kept,” after which I added, “okay how do you guys do deficiencies together?”
“Well I make sure that Sonny has the correct paint can and brush and I put “stickies” in the areas where he needs to touch up. He then takes them off and paints. He has a smooth brush stroke and the results are always excellent,” Ozzie responded..
As I walked away, I could not help but have a tear in my eye for an excellent example of two men who really cared for each other in trying to make their way in life.
So that provides a background to a few stories and some escapades of this duo which has humor and will become lore in the construction industry.
The Supermarket in Fernie was ready for interior painting and I had contacted Claude to arrange his Painters to get there Monday of this week in mid February.
“I will have them there for sure”, Claude confirmed.
As was my usual routine, I travelled to Elkford on Sunday night so that I was there when the Verigin crews started Monday morning in their completion of the Apartment, Shopping Center and Hotel. I needed to get back to the office in Trail on Wednesday and so I decided to “pop in” to Fernie and see how the painting was progressing. To my disgust, I noted that the Painters had not been on site.
A General Contractor’s reaction was always quick. I grabbed the site phone and had Claude on the other side with my outburst “so where in the hell are those Painters of yours?”
“You’re kidding me,” Claude was shocked on his side. “Sonny and Ozzie left Trail on Sunday afternoon for Fernie,” Claude explained. I had given them each $500 cash for living out in Fernie. You are sure they have not been there?” Claude was definitely worried now.
“Do you mind checking the hotels in Fernie before you leave town,” Claude asked. “Also check with the Police because they may have driven off the icy roads in a snow storm”.
So I checked out all hotels in Fernie and then carried on to Cranbrook. As I drove, I tried to recollect stories that I had overheard from the workers. It seemed like the hotel fronting the highway was a favorite “watering hole” for the boys and especially the Painters. Taking this chance, I entered the Bing Beer Parlour and proceeded to the lone bartender.
“You wouldn’t, perchance have seen Ozzie and Sonny around lately now would you?” I startled him with my question.
His eyes told the entire story with his response, “who might I say is looking for them?”
“Well you can tell them that their girl friends, boss, the Police and many others are now combing the highways and hotels looking for them”, I informed him. “It is slowly becoming a “Missing Persons” issue now with serious repercussions.”
‘No, I didn’t see them,” he countered, “but if I do I will let them know.”
I knew I had “hit pay dirt” as the bartender’s eyes would not meet mine above the glasses he was wiping. I gave a “parting shot” with “this is an urgent and a serious matter!”
I then called Claude with the results of my findings and suspicions. He was beside himself with worry and concern. “Their girlfriends are very worried and so am I!”
Later that night I had a call from Claude, “the police found the Trail Color Center truck in front of a Fernie hotel,” I was just advised.
“They knocked on the hotel room door but the boys wouldn’t open it. The RCMP then asked that they confirm that Sonny and Ozzie were inside to which the answered in the affirmative.”
He then sighed with, “that crew will be the end of me yet!”
The epilogue went like this:
I will likely emend this chronicle with a few other Sonny and Ozzie stories when I have a moment!
End (written from memory by Elmer Verigin August 07, 2013
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inUBOBU
There was an unique club that had its roots right here in the West Kootenays. It all started with the reconstruction of an authentic Doukhobor Village across from the Castlegar Airport along Highway 3A back in 1971.
The two (2) double storied buildings along with the U-shaped construction of family quarters had a barn, blacksmith, along with a bathhouse (baunya), all comprised a typical Doukhobor Village design of 1908 that dotted the landscape in the West Kootenay and Boundary areas to house the migrant Doukhobors from Saskatchewan.
The baunya was split into two sections, where historically laundry took place on one side and bathing on the other utilizing a large heating drum that was used to heat water for both. There were grants and donations for most of the restoration process but it was the Doukhobor Cultural Association (DCA) that volunteered to supply the labor and expertise to reconstruct the baunya in and about 1975.
Once constructed, the Health Inspector placed a condition on the facility that it would only be used for display purposes. No actual steam baths could take place by the public. Therein was the issue, why not? The position of the PHO was that a shower would have to be in place along with some type of disinfecting footbath in order to meet the Public Health Act. This would render the restoration of an historic building a non-starter.
After a great deal of discussion regarding the use of this type of steam bath by Ukrainians and Russians in those countries and their historical record of staying healthy, the PHO decided that if he did not hear about it, then he would not need to take any action unless there would be a complaint. If such a complaint came from the public, then he would have to shut it down.
This became the foundation for the clandestine formation of the United Brotherhood of Bathhouse Users (UBOBU). In keeping with other secretive organizations, it became necessary for the membership to meet under extremely carefully planned occasions by inviting only the trusted few that would be able to keep the secret under an unwritten code and Rules of Conduct. So what would be the code and the secret pass word ?
After a great deal of soul-searching, it was decided that there should be an initiation process where all new members would need to be recommended by existing members in good standing and that they would need to answer a skill testing question as part of the entry requirements into the club. And so it was decided:
After a drink of vodka, the candidate would need to spell UBOBU backwards (no prompting allowed). Failure to do so the first time would mean that the hapless candidate would need to return another time and repeat the process until the ritual was correctly completed.
Yes, there were people that needed to come several times until they could do the recital and spelling of UBOBU backwards. It had very little to do with muscles in the tongue and its relationship to any prior refreshment taken into the body.
Since membership remains a secret, I cannot reveal the actual names of the various members but I can suggest that some of the more prominent members included:
All were permitted entry, regardless of Race, Color or Creed; however, the entry rules were the same for everyone.
As with the Rotary and other service clubs, the female gender became jealous of the goings on in the UBOBU and wanted entry like everyone else; however, thanks to our wives, this never became an issue to have females join the males for a baunya, but it was rumored that, on occasion, women, only, would meet for a steam bath at an undisclosed time not to conflict with the men.
So what is a baunya anyway? The Swedes have a sauna and it is dry heat or a limited amount of steam. The baunya differs only in that there are benches or platforms at different heights that allow bathers to lie or sit up and enjoy different levels of heated steam that is usually created by dashing warm water on rocks that cover a wood-fired stove in the corner of the steam room. As the room cools, someone will throw more water unto the rocks and the steamed atmosphere is refreshed. Stoking the fire is an essential chore that a rookie had to do.
A veynick (broom) made from hazelnut bushes or oak branches, is cut in late spring and allowed to hang dry. Before use, the veynick is soaked in hot water to soften the leaves. This veynick is then patted over the back and body of one of the Bathers, undergoing a steaming and then cold water is dumped over to get a tingling sensation before that bather gets a rub down with soap and water at a lower bench. Turns are taken by the Bathers until all get similar treatment.
After this everyone “takes a break” by drinking refreshments of their choice in the adjacent room which is used as a dressing room (perhaps “Club Room”) and a rest area while telling various stories, true and untrue of whatever subject may come to the mind of the teller.
Usually, during the second sequence of bathing and steaming, the group runs outside and rolls in the snow (in winter time) or stands outside for a few minutes to cool off in the summer.
Traditionally, the baunya was built by a river or pond so that bathers could jump in to cool off. Unfortunately the Columbia River, in this location, is quite a challenge to utilize for such an action.
There are many stories that can be related here to illustrate the notoriety of this facility and its popularity within the select community: I will outline just a few:
After a competitive Curling Match, I was asked by one astute gentleman as to how a citizen of the community could gain access to the baunya. My response was “you need to know the right people” The retort was “I think I am talking to one of them” So it was decided that after a designated curling game, his team and mine would attend at the baunya.
Everyone cooperated and the entry rituals were completed without a hitch and the orientation process continued with the steaming, veynick slapping, cold water dumping, washing and the new members slowly accustomed to the routine. As we sat there on the upper bench philosophizing, it was noted that some of the Bathers had gone outside and had brought in snow on their bodies, back unto the bench.
“What are they doing?” my learned friend asked me.
“Rolling in the snow”, I responded.
“No way”, he retorted. “No one is that stupid”, he added.
“The next time they go out, let’s have a look”. I suggested.
And so it came to pass that there was another exodus by the chosen few, to run outside and roll in the snow as my friend cautiously peered out through the open door.
“Go out further and prove to yourself that they are really rolling in the snow”, I coaxed and he went a bit further through the door.
God forgive me, but temptations aside, I gave him a swift push with my foot onto his rear end and there he was, in the snow bank, muttering and threatening to sue me and all those other unmentionable statements.
Yes, he returned beside me on that upper bench as a new batch of steam floated up to us. “Hey, this is not all that bad. This is great!” We had another advocate and committed member of the UBOBU.
What was really unique about the UBOBU is that at any time there could be Business Agents, Judges, Open Shop Advocates, Special Agents, Union Men, Non-Union Men all together and enjoying the pleasures of a baunya without any debate or intimidation of any sort whatsoever. To this day, this dysfunctional assembly of acquaintances still are close friends although we have spread all over Canada
Years went by and these Bathing friends mellowed but memories are still rich with the genuine fellowship of a good old-fashioned baunya.
Perhaps a reunion of the surviving members may be in order! There are many epilogues to be written about all these fine friends and my later encounters but we will leave that to another time.
Hey………… what about using this technique in the Israeli / Palestinian negotiations? Yes I know…they don’t have snow there!
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