Welcome to the Club - Volume 1, Issue 1

More documents

Recommendations

Info

Welcome to ... THE Club Never throw this away (like that Bobby Orr rookie card you once had) Welcome to ... Winter 2021 “IT’S NOT JUST ABOUT THE MONEY, IT’S ABOUT WHAT IT MEANS TO YOU” Providing solutions for all your investment needs. BONNIE, JODI & MICHELLE Jodi Dark C.F.P. Financial Advisor Financial By Design 1315 Michigan Avenue, Suite D102, Sarnia 519-332-5050 l 1-888-231-3583 R Scan the QR Code to go to our website How many dogs does it take to change a lightbulb? Golden Retriever -- The sun is shining, the day is young, we’ve got our whole lives ahead of us, and you’re inside fretting about a freak’n burned-out lightbulb? OMG! Border Collie -- Just one. And then I’ll replace any wiring that’s not up to code. Dachshund -- Oh, c’mon! You know I can’t reach the lamp! Rottweiler -- Make me. Boxer -- Who cares? I can still play with my squeaky toys in the dark. Lab -- Oh me, me, ME!!!!! Pleeeeeeeeeze let me change the light bulb! Can I? Can I? Huh? Huh? Can I? Oh, pleeeeze let me do it! Please, please please! German Shepherd -- I will change your light bulb just as soon as I lead these people from the dark. I must then make a second check to make sure I didn’t miss any, and do just one more perimeter patrol to see that no one has tried to take advantage of the situation… before I address your need to change the light bulb. Jack Russell Terrier -- SURE! I’ll just pop it in while I’m bouncing off the walls and furniture! Old English Sheep Dog -- Light bulb? I’m sorry, but I don’t see any light bulb? Cocker Spaniel -- Why change it? I can still find the place where I like to pee on the carpet in the dark. Chihuahua -- Yo Quiero! Taco Bulb. Pointer -- I see it, there it is, there it is, right there… Greyhound -- Light bulb? It isn’t moving. SO, who cares? New Zealand Sheep Dog -- Okay, okay, no. First, I’ll put all the light bulbs in a little cluster… Toy Poodle -- I’ll just blow in the Border Collie’s ear and he’ll do it. By the time he finishes rewiring the house, my nails will be dry. The Cat’s Answer -- Cats do not change light bulbs. People change light bulbs. So, the real question is: How long will it be before I can expect some light, some dinner, and a massage? She gazed out at the blanket of snow that covered the backyard. Without borders its terrain looked foreign, almost surreal somehow. Except for a few wind blown drifts, the surface was smooth and untouched making it look devoid of character. The sunlight seemed too harsh and intense, like a spotlight on an empty stage. It reminded her of an untouched canvas. Closing her eyes, she visualized her backyard clearly. The snow lay flattened in a state of disarray with hundreds of little indentations upon the earth as individual as the flakes beneath them. Tiny footprints scattered in random patterns trampled the whiteness making the yard look worn and valued. The outline where small bodies had made angels lay like empty moulds ready to be filled with a lifetime of joy. An abandoned piece of cardboard lay beside a fort with two entrances, and a top heavy snowman with one eye seemed to welcome you into this white world. Even the dog had left his trail on this loving map. She had spent many hours in this very spot in her warm bright kitchen observing rosy cheeks, runny noses and striped mittens. Her children would The Window by Gayle Etherington Black, Ancaster • from Daytripping Winter 2005-06 play while she would appreciate the silence of the house. Stopping every now and then between some domestic chore, she would marvel at their joy of being outdoors. A simplistic fun that cost and required nothing more than what Mother Nature had provided. They would reluctantly come inside bringing with them the delicious scent of the cold and outdoors. She could still hear the sound of hats being pulled off their heads, static making their golden hair stand on end. Bright eyed and flushed, they would make a mad dash to the kitchen leaving behind puddles of snow and water along with discarded boots kicked off haphazardly. Soggy mitts and scarves would lie over the heat registers filling the house with the smell of warm wool. Opening her eyes, she smiled as she recalled those loving memories like a treasured photograph. It had been years since her children’s world had expanded far beyond the backyard, but somehow they were still here with her. It was comforting to know that while the seasons may change and the view from the windowpane may be different, the past as she lived it would never be far away. P A G E 14 Better the trouble that follows death than the trouble that follows shame. (Irish Proverb)
In this difficult time, thank you for continuing to shop locally! The Winter of ‘77 By Nancy McSloy, London from Daytripping Winter 2013-14 Growing up in rural Southwestern Ontario (the Bruce Peninsula to be precise) in the 50’s and 60’s should have been a good primer for survival of the fittest when it comes to a Canadian winter! The winter of 1977 though was certainly a test to even the strongest winter survivalist! We had just bought our first home, an old farm house on a back road in Middlesex County. We were planning on renovating, had a dog and an 18 month old little boy and were expecting our next baby in June of that year. Life was good! Our knowledge on country things such as oil furnaces, wells and septic systems were minimal, our knowledge on renovating a house which was actually a money pit was even less. I had grown up in the country, but my parents had taken care of all of the maintenance details. One thing I did know was that you had to have food in the house. You couldn’t walk to the corner store to buy a loaf of bread or a container of milk. That tidbit of knowledge is probably what saved us! I also knew that you had to make sure that the oil tank was full for the furnace. The oil truck showed up the day before the storm of ‘77 and we had gone to Exeter to do a major grocery shop the previous Saturday. The larder was stocked, as was the fridge and freezer. It was a beautiful Wednesday morning in late January. My husband got up and went to work for 7 a.m. just as he did every other week day. What lay ahead was a total shock! Later in the day “Old Man Winter” made a very powerful visit. The roads were closed by early afternoon and I was on my own with a baby, a dog and no clue as to what to do if there was an emergency. I was stranded! My husband eventually called me at about dinner time to say that he would not be home, the roads were impassable. He said that he was just going to work an extra shift and hopefully get home sometime Thursday, once the storm had passed. Thursday turned into Friday and Friday turned into Saturday. He had spent nearly four days at work and I was at home, isolated with a baby and a dog. By Saturday, the storm had cleared and the main roads were getting plowed, not the rural roads though. He eventually went over to the little pub by the factory where he worked. He thought that if he sat there perhaps someone would have their snowmobile and maybe give him a ride. Eventually someone with an ATV offered him a ride. They drove down the highway to our side road and that is where he was dropped off. Our house was about a mile from the highway, but our road was impassable even with an ATV. He had called me before he left to say that he was getting a ride. Time went on and he still wasn’t home. By this time panic was setting in and prayers were going up fast and furious! I am sure those prayers made little sense, but I just kept talking! Cell phones were unheard of in those days so there was no way to communicate! TV was limited and the aerial had to be turned every so often in order to get a signal. I could barely open the door without having a blast of snow fall in, let alone go outside and try to turn a TV antenna! The radio stations all said the same thing; we were in a state of emergency. I had visions of being there by myself with my son and dog in a couple of months when the snow would finally melt! A few hours after he had called to say he was getting a ride, my prayers were answered! I heard something outside and in about a minute, in walked a “snowman,” followed by a blast of snow falling into the porch! My husband had walked or more accurately trudged through the snow banks and drifts, tripping and falling constantly. He was freezing, covered in snow, tired and starving. His first words were, “Run me a hot bath, please!” I had never been so happy to see someone! The bath was run, the homemade soup was simmering and we braced ourselves for what would be about ten more days of being “snowed in.” The snow plows and their crews were overworked. The army was called in to help and eventually we were dug out of the winter wonderland! I was relieved at the fact that the baby wasn’t due until June, so I didn’t have to worry about having a baby at home without any assistance. It was a tough go, but I like to think that we really had a turn at “survival of the fittest” and that our prayers were answered! Our Readers Are Our Writers! WRITERS WANTED Send us your stories, recipes & photos! The Club • P.O. Box 430, Bright’s Grove, ON N0N 1C0 • info@welcometotheclub.ca Welcome to ... Sophia’ s Diner THE Club L.L.B.O LLB 277 ONTARIO ST., SARNIA • 519-491-9990 - TAKE-OUT EO T AVAILABLE AI AB LE - Great Food! Great Prices! Seniors Menu! Lambton County Alvinston Brigden Cairo Camlachie Courtright Edys Mills County WORD FIND A K B N L B E V S W Q G T A A R B M O S W V M W E E B C L W J M D T K J R L P R E P F O B M F X L Y C A M L A C H I E W Z N Z T R W S K I O J D N N H W M E T F R U T E I I E W M M I S J Q I Z C A R L X Q S R G L R G S I Q M B U T E O K O C O H C O D K O D Y N M U S Y S K U C L L I D V O E E H N D G A V S C E B R I I H L N S M N S S A E J D L O X R V T W A S C E G D C P N L Z P Q R V P O V R R Q L I B N U Z O O T J V N X V I F X I A W M T D I D L R T E F E C G X H N Y G W X T Y N R O V T B H R E I S J T U S H P E L W A P O D J M S B V V K C O N N T G S L C R S W G X A R C D W A T F O R D O Z F M G L N U E L A D K A O S C L U L F N S R U I I E B J P O R T L A M B T O N G O B I O R I A C S T T W T H E D F O R D P Owen R. Wyrzykowski Owen R. Wyrzykowski 519-336-6118 6118 Forest Grand Bend Inwood Lambton Shores Mooretown Oakdale WYRZYKOWSKI & ROBB Barristers and Solicitors Whether you are buying or selling real estate, or need to update your estate planning, we provide personal service to help you through the legal process. orw@wrlawoffice.ca 722 Lite Street, Point Edward Oil City Oil Springs Petrolia Port Lambton Reece’s Corners Shetland Sombra Thedford Warwick Watford Wilkesport Wyoming • Real Estate Purchases & Sales • Mortgages & Credit Lines • Wills & Powers of Aorney • Estate Planning & Administraon 30 Years Experience Winter 2021 Poverty waits at the gates of idleness. (Irish Proverb) P A G E 15
Page 1 and 2: Welcome to ... THE CLUB ...which is
Page 3 and 4: Welcome to our very first issue! We
Page 5 and 6: senior personal ads LONG TERM COMMI
Page 7 and 8: Submit local photos as well for the
Page 9 and 10: Most of the articles in here have b
Page 11 and 12: The magazine is distributed in most
Page 13: As you may have guessed by now, it
Page 17 and 18: Thank you to all the advertisers yo
Page 19 and 20: Are you experiencing hair loss? Spe
Page 21 and 22: It’s the advertising that makes a
Page 23 and 24: Some of the articles are from the a
Page 25 and 26: Please email us your thoughts on th
Page 27 and 28: We’d like to hear your honest opi
Page 29 and 30: The next issue will come out around
Page 31 and 32: If your business offers anything to
Page 33 and 34: Please tell our advertisers that yo
Page 35: Thanks again - keep this copy or pa

Welcome to the Club - Volume 1, Issue 1

Create successful ePaper yourself

Delete template?

Save as template?