I Have Returned!
I am back after a two week holiday visit at my friend Lynne's place in Mississauga; which is my excuse for the lack of posting items on this blog. If you missed me, blessed your heart; if your did not. . . . well that is what I expected.
I had a lovely time in the South, that is southern Ontario in Canadian speech, in Mississauga, near Toronto. Lynne has a lovely home in the neighbourhood, I grew up in so some things are familiar while there have been dramatic changes over the years that do not make it feel much like home.any more.
Over the time I was there I got to share in some of the holiday celebrations of Lynne's family and also meet up with my sister and some of her family for a visit.
Here are some notes on my visit.
The weather was quite mild in Mississauga with little or no snow. I am sure in my youth it was colder and snowier over Christmas. I had checked for anticipated fairly mild temperatures even back in River Valley. I took some modest efforts to make sure there was enough heat in my house so that the water would not freeze while I was away. When I saw that the temperatures had dropped to -22 C feeling like -32 C back home I was feeling a little panicked. I phoned Parker and he went over to check on the house. All was still well and he did some more things to make the house less draughty and warmer to protect against my plumbing freezing. What a relief for me. Except just before I came home I learned it had even gotten colder at about -36 C, which left me worrying again. When I got home all was well except I had forgotten how long a cold house takes to truly warm up. You not only have to warm the air but also the walls and ceiling as well as furniture. I ended up sleeping a blanket on top of my bed covered with a comforter dressed in my outside clothes the first night as the mattress was very cold. It is like camping out. I had forgotten about this. The last time I did this was when I had just bought the farm and commuted on weekends the first Winter. It did not take long to heat the air with my two wood stoves going and the electric heat on in the two rooms I spend the most time in, my bedroom and the library. By the next day, with the outside temperature warming and the house fully heated all was back to normal.
Christmas Eve Lynne and I went to her eldest son's home not far away for a soiree
with his partner and teenage children, his younger brother and a couple of relatives of Lynne's former husband. It was a pleasant time; a family tradition when gifts can be delivered. The children can spend Christmas Eve with their father and Christmas Day with their mother.
Christmas Day, Lynne and I headed out for her daughter Kyla's home in Brampton. She has a delightful two year old daughter, which promised to make Christmas morning a little of what I remember as a child. It occurred to me that Christmas now is more often the gathering of six or eight adults to watch one child be delighted about Christmas. This was the pattern at for my sister's Christmas as she and three of her four grown children celebrated with her son who has the one young child. It seems people are having fewer children, or am I at an age out of touch with young families?
At Kyla's home, her partner, her younger brother and Lynne's brother and partner were there to watch Leigha play with her Christmas presents, chat up each other and have a traditional Christmas dinner. It was nice to finally meet Lynne's younger brother, the school principal.
Does not one get married any more? All the adults at these gatherings has partners and not spouses.
It was a nice time and Lynne's granddaughter is a truly a delight. I finally felt comfortable enough to take a peek at their pet boa constrictor when I found myself sitting next to the terrarium it was in. I had suggested we bring a live mouse to feed it but Lynne likes mice even less than she likes snakes. I am really nervous around snakes. Is the word out that in my youth I was very cruel to snakes, something I am ashamed of and feel snakes have a reason to pay me back.
Lynne and I went to the large Chapter's bookstore to allow me to do some last minute shopping. It is a very large bookstore, like Amazon or Barnes and Nobles.
The "big box" kind of store that puts out of business small delightful bookstores owed and run by people who love books and know lots about them, literature and authors. I guess they call these stores, progress! I am not so sure. There certainly was a large selection although to my dismay they had virtually no books in French not to mention any foreign language. Given the demographic of Mississauga and Brampton you might expect not only some French books (we are a bilingual country) but some in Urdu, Farsi, Tagalog, Mandarin, Punjabi, Tamil, to name a few languages spoken by many new immigrants. I was thinking of getting my granddaughter a french book, perhaps one of the best known French Canadian novels, since she is my grandchild who identifies the most with the French Canadian culture she partially participates in. It turned out this would have required me to go to Toronto to one of the two or three French language bookstores I was aware of. ( I learned of them years ago when I tried to buy a French Canadian cookbook that had a picture of my wood cookstove, L'Islet, on the cover. It proved to be out of print.) I ended up getting her a fun book to read, called, The Book of Awesome. I am tempted to add to it by writing in it that, "to have a grandfather who passed on his genes to her father, it truly "awesome". Then again, I may not.
For Travis, my youngest grandson, I purchased, Tom Sawyer. I previously gave him my copy of Huckleberry Finn. These two classic novels, I thought he would enjoy. They were ones that my mother and I read together a couple of times when I was young. Travis is the biggest reader in the family, a quality that endears him to Lynne.
For Dillon I got the highly recommended hockey book, The Game, written by Ken Dryden, a former great goalie with, " Les Canadiens". It is not new but recommended on Canada Reads. It is more than just a hockey book.
I had planned to get Lynne the latest book by Joyce Carol Oates. A Widow's Story and knew I could find in a Chapters. This is about the mourning experience of Joyce Carol Oates, when her husband of 46 years unexpectedly died. There's was a great love and marriage. What I knew of the book I found interesting and thought Lynne would also and it might resonate with her experience when her husband died suddenly a few years ago. As I have learned more of her experience, I have admired how she coped with it and came to admire the quality of the marriage she shared in for so many years Bill was a man I never met but believe we would have enjoyed each other. I suspect I have some of his qualities which recommend me to Lynne besides her confessed admiration of me when we were in school together from the third grade through high school. (Why I never asked her out, I don't understand. As I looked back I didn't date many girls that lived me for some reason). I hope she enjoys the book and maybe she will want to read more of Joyce Carol Oates, large collection of published works. I tried to get her novel Blonde ( a story built on the events of Marilyn Munroe's life) but it was out of print. I thought my sister would have enjoyed it with the renewed interest in Marilyn Munroe with the current movie out about her.
I was also shopping for a book for my sister, no! two books for my sister as she has a birthday just after Christmas. I decided to give her a book about Charles Dickens life, this being the bicentennial year of his birth. It is a wonderful history of his life wonderfully full of pictures and pockets of facsimiles of documents and letters to examine. For her birthday I got Truth and Consequences: Inside the Life of the Madoff Family. I read most of this fascinating account of the Madoff Scandal and how it affected his immediate family when I was at Lynne's place. She had gotten it as a gift. I ended up reading much of it too her. I thought Penny might find it as interesting as I did and share it with her husband who had spend his working life dealing with finances. It is more about the effect of Madoff great evil's effect on his family than the actual financial story of his 50 billion dollar debt when the ponzi scheme collapsed.
After leaving Chapters Lynne and I went for lunch. We do a lot of eating out when we are together. Lynne enjoys this as a way of socializing and it a rare and fascinating event for me. We went into the restaurant of Jack Astor's. It was a large comfortable restaurant with lots of video screens to look at. It seems these days we need distractions at a time when people traditionally had conversations and enjoyed a meal together. I thought the screens were used in the evening for sports events with the video images on loops were turned off. transforming the place into a sports bar.
In looking around I admired the young women servers all with long hair and matching uniforms. It did not take me long to realize there was something uncomfortable for me in this. I pointed it out to Lynne. Besides all the girls being dressed alike and having long hair I realized in some ways they were all the same. They were all young, slim probably between 5' 3" and 5' 6". Most startling to me was that with the exception of a couple of Eurasian girls they were all white. I found this jarring. Mississauga is a very mixed ethnic community. Here was a large community restaurant and there were no servers of visible minorities. Having twice in my life lived in minority ethnic communities where I was in the white minority, I am sensitive to such obvious discrimination. In Mississauga for the restaurant to reflect the community there should have been Caribbean, Chinese, South Asian, Middle Eastern, girls working there. I would even expect some girls wearing hijabs. There were also no older women, overweight, handicapped or even plain looking girls.
We had a lovely blond server who was very pleasant and it turned out in school training to be a teacher. I stopped her and asked her what the hiring prolicy was at the restaurant. She sat down and told that it involved a personal interview (with a man) and that there were a couple of things required of the girls that I had not thought of. They must have long hair worn hanging down. Apparently, short haired girls need not apply. The uniform tops were deliberately designed to show some cleavage, which was modest but for a man no doubt tantalizing. I did not see any big busted girls either so apparently they were screened out. I pointed out to the girl that such employment practices are wrong and could be illegal. She pushed my button by say, "Well, this is the way it is." I hate this answer to the acceptance of a wrong in society which implies that the way things are, are unavoidable and cannot be otherwise. Such an attitude defends all kinds of injustices against minorities. I ended up giving her my little speech that social. political, financial, not to mention familial, organized structures are not written in stone but human creations that can be changed. The ageist, sexist, racist policies of the restaurant could and should be challenged.
After the server left Lynne says she got spoken to by one of the managers and may have gotten into some trouble to socializing with us. We liked her and appreciated her frank comments. Lynne, I think, left her a larger than normal tip.
I found this all very interesting and I still thinking I may write to this restaurant chain with my observations and complaint. While I enjoyed the food, I will not go there to eat again. My form of protest I guess.
We had one more event to attend. My sister suggested we get together at the Epic restaurant for lunch before I go home. The Epic is an upscale restaurant of the lobby of the Royal York Hotel, the beautiful historic railroad hotel across the road from Union Station. It is now a Fairmont Hotel. The Queen always stays here when she is in Toronto. It was once the tallest building in the Commonwealth and now is dwarfed by the bank towers and the new hotels and condos that are the modern face of Toronto. The Royal York was midway between us with Penny coming from the East side of Toronto and me coming from the West. Lynne and I came by the GO train from Port Credit, the station a couple of blocks from Lynne's house. It was a lovely restaurant, of course, and we all decided to eat from the brunch buffet. Penny and David, their son Donald, daughter, Elizabeth (home from London, where she works, and son Scott, with is new lady friend made up the group. Son, Rob and his wife, ( the parents of the young child in the family were too exhausted from Christmas to come. It was a nice gathering. I swallowed my socialist pride and did not say it was too expensive a place for me.
After lunch Scott was flying to Montreal where he lives. The downtown Billy Bishop airport was handy. Lynne and I jump on the subway and went up to Maple Leaf Gardens to see the transformation of this abandoned shrine to hockey. The former home of the Toronto Maple Leafs. It is now a very large Loblaws grocery store and the sports facility for Ryerson University. The grocery store is very interesting with great quantities of food. I was most impressed with the size of the cheese department. There are several acknowledgement to it's past glory.There is a large blue maple leaf construction on a wall made out of blue seats from the arena There were other old seats to sit on to rest. We looked for the spot on the floor, in isle 25 which was center ice in the old rink. I guess this was a kind of pilgrimage to see this iconic spot. I was not sure whether one was supposed to get down and kiss it. It would have been nice if they had made a slit in it and we could have deposited a loonie coin as it has become a tradition for Canadians to bury a loonie at center ice in a tournament (if they can get away with it), as good luck.
I enjoyed being able to spend the time with Lynne over the holiday. Heidi was enjoying her stay with Jenny my neighbour and dog lover who seems to love my dog and welcomes her at her place along with her six dogs. (or is it five). I do not worry about Heidi when she is at her place which is like a resort for a dog.
I hope all my readers had a wonderful holiday season and will find many interesting challenges and unexpected joys in the new year.
posted by Tossing Pebbles in the Stream @ 12:04 p.m.
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Is this the French Canadian cookbook with the cover photo of your wood cookstove?
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Glad you are home... missed you but figured where you were. Sounds like you had a wonderful time. How great to be able to spend it with family and loved ones.
2 things... did you try for the book in French on Amazon? I even found a DVD in Yu'pik... so French should be a piece of cake.
And the waitress... Surely you have heard of the restaurant Hooters... small of bust need not apply. Personally, I refuse to go in one, but that cannot be said about any of the males in my family except for my gay cousin. And he just replies, "tacky."
Welcome back!
Ginger, Thanks for the link. The stove in the picture is very much like mine. That may have been the cookbook I remember seeing.
My wood cook stove had a flat plain splashback not the squared off one in the picture. There is some kind of vent in the back splash in the picture which is not in my stove. All else seems the same. I found a stove like mine I think for sale for $4,000 in Almyer Quebec. (no picture) The ad says it is creme colour, mine is white and it is made in 1938. If the number on mine is a date mine was made in 1928.
I may order the book. My French is not good to easily use it as a cookbook but some day I may be able to give it to my granddaughter whose French is very good and who identifies closely with the French Canadian community.
I guess this is a positive outcome in a truly bilingual education.
Yeah Im glad your back. It was interesting reading about your choice of books for various members of your family. Shaun my son bought an i-pad for his girlfriend for Christmas and she has been enjoying downloading books.
Well, that was quite a return! Do they still write on the tables at Jack Astors? You could have left a message. Mind you, it wouldn't have stayed there long.
Welcome home! Sounds like you had a wonderful holiday. I am surprised Heidi came home with you as Jenny has become very attached to her. LOL I know Heidi had a awesome holiday as well. My dream is to one day visit Jenny, you and of course Heidi and hopefully it will be when its lots of snow on the ground. Enjoyed your book choices and think I will try to find a couple of them to read myself. Have a good weekend!
Welcome back. Sounds like you had a woderful holiday. Happy New Year!
Wow...you really made up for not posting for a bit. Sounds like you had a grand time.
As to Joyce Carol Oates ... she has always been one of my favorite authors and I believe I've read all of her many books. When I read " A Widow's Story" it seemed so very real and I grieved with her. I actually believed every word of it until I found that she had become engaged within 11 months after the death of the man she couldn't imagine living without and is "happily" remarried. Now I feel like her words were hype and not much more ... although she's a pro at that.
I too noted that you hadn't posted for a while.
Glad you had such an enjoyable Christmas vacation.
And, glad Heidi was well cared for.
Do you still have lot of kittens about?
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