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Beluga Grads having a Whale of a Time

Subtitled 3 Generations Go Bananas at @Raffi_RC Concert

Raffi ticket

Raffi #BelugaGrads Family Concert Ticket

DREAM COME TRUE DREAM COME TRUE DREAM COME TRUE!!!

Like practically all Canadians of a certain age (*cough* 27 *cough* No, really! *cough* *cough* Well, the specifics are unimportant, so…moving on…) I spent my childhood immersed in the music of Raffi . I played my Singable Songs for the Very Young and More Singable Songs LPs until I wore out the needle on my Strawberry Shortcake record player (and my dad kept…forgetting…to pick up a new needle…I’m beginning to suspect that he may have been enjoying the peace and quiet).

Singable Songs

Singable Songs and More Singable Songs
album covers

Moving on to the modern world of cassette tapes, One Light, One Sun was my absolute favourite. And even as an adult, “Joshua Giraffe” is guaranteed to send terrified shivers up and down my spine.

Raffi talking

Raffi speaks onstage at Roy Thomson Hall
December 2, 2012 ©PicklesINK 2012

Raffi Cavoukian fell into children’s music by accident, or perhaps serendipity. Originally a folk musician, Raffi accepted his mother-in-law’s invitation to sing for her nursery school and then took her suggestion to record a children’s album – proof positive that mothers (or mother-in-laws) know best! The rest, as they say, is history.

Raffi guitar 4

Raffi plays guitar and sings at Roy Thomson Hall
December 2, 2012 ©PicklesINK 2012

Raffi’s authenticity and genuine love for children comes through in his music as well as his activism. Raffi has always been a strong proponent of children’s rights, from his song “All I really need,” inspired by the 1979 United Nations Convention on the Rights of the Child; to his 1997 founding of the Centre for Child Honouring, dedicated to advancing a vision of societal transformation based on respect for children and the earth; and most recently, spurred by the tragic suicide of Amanda Todd, to his founding of The Red Hood Project which aims to make the internet safer for young users.

Having been a fan of Raffi’s music from a very young age and his philosophy from more recently, I introduced my children to his music early on. Ben has always loved music – these two pictures, taken a year apart, show Ben jamming with his favourite busker, Keith, at a farmers’ market.

Ben jamming 1

Ben, age 3, jamming with Keith the busker
©PicklesINK 2012

Ben jamming 2

Ben, age 4 –
This time Keith gave Ben the stage to himself!
©PicklesINK 2012

He spent several months around the age of 3 obsessed with watching Youtube videos of vintage Raffi concerts and then putting on his own Hawaiian shirt, picking up his ukulele and recreating them for Molly, who appreciated the private concerts very much!

Ben as Raffi

Ben puts on a concert for a captive audience,
baby Molly in the jolly jumper.
©PicklesINK 2012

So when I heard in August about the upcoming #BelugaGrads Family Concert tour, I wasted no time getting my tickets…and not just mine!

Nana and Aunt Jane

Aunt Jane (left) and Nana watching the show
©PicklesINK 2012

Nana, Grandad, and Aunt Jane were delighted to come and share the Beluga nostalgia…

Grandad, Molly, daddy

Grandad, Molly, and daddy welcome Raffi onstage
©PicklesINK 2012

…and Ian, an English import and therefore a more recent Raffi convert was excited to experience the magic as well!

Ben and Kiara 2

Ben and Kiara dancing together
©PicklesINK 2012

Ben and Molly were also happy to have their young friend Kiara and her mommy Keri along for the ride. Kiara may turn out to be one of Raffi’s most fervent admirers – she didn’t stop bobbing her head and clapping the whole time!

Kiara clapping

Kiara clapping along with the music
©PicklesINK 2012

Ben and Molly’s reviews of the concert were glowing: Ben told me that his favourite part of the concert was every part and his favourite song was every song! Molly was more specific – her favourite song was “Molly’s song,” which she said went, “Monkey monkey monkey monkey. Monkey monkey monkey monkey. Monkey monkey monkey monkey. Monkey monkey monkey munchkin.” I’m not convinced I remember that one but perhaps it will provide inspiration for Raffi’s next album!

Grandad’s favourite part was when Raffi crouched behind his chair to slip on a red jersey before singing a new song, “On Hockey Days.” He was slightly disappointed when Raffi stood and revealed that it was Team Canada rather than Habs but enjoyed the song anyway.

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Raffi can handle a hockey stick
and sing at the same time!
©PicklesINK 2012

One of the most touching moments in the concert was when Raffi led us all in singing “Happy Birthday” to 3 year-old Mason – read more about that in @Clippo‘s touching post “On Music, Love, and Raffi.”

Thank you so much, Raffi – It was a wonderful concert and an excellent way to spend a Sunday afternoon for kids and adults alike – As I said to the other obviously Beluga Grad parents in the elevator on the way down, “Our kids enjoyed it, but let’s be honest with ourselves – we all came here for us, right?”

~ karyn

Do your kids listen to Raffi? Did you? What’s your favourite Raffi song?

Guest Post – Ice Cream Pizza

I have invited a guest blogger to write this post, since he is the one who introduced us to the idea of Ice Cream Pizza. I’ll let him introduce himself:

I am Benjamin Pickles and I’m 5 1/2 years old and Ben is the short form for my name.

I got the idea for ice cream pizza from Team Umizoomi.

This is a picture of Mili, Bot and Geo from Team Umizoomi.

On one episode they had to pump up an ice cream truck because the ice cream truck had a flat tire and they also had to make another ice cream pizza because there were 4 kids that were waiting for ice cream pizzas and there were only 3 ice cream pizzas. That’s how I found out how to make an ice cream pizza.

Recipe For Ice Cream Pizza

First step: A cookie

This is a picture of the cookie

This is a picture of the cookie. ©PicklesINK 2012

Second step: You need to put ice cream on the cookie.

This is two cookies with the ice cream on the cookies.

This is two cookies with the ice cream on the cookies. ©PicklesINK 2012

Third step: Put gummy candies on top of the ice cream on the cookie and you can put chocolate on it too.

This one is a picture of one ice cream pizza with the chocolate on it.

This one is a picture of one ice cream pizza with the chocolate on it. ©PicklesINK 2012

This one is a picture of the ice cream pizza with the gummy candies and the chocolate on it.

This one is a picture of the ice cream pizza with the gummy candies and the chocolate on it. ©PicklesINK 2012

And after that it’s all done! After you’ve made it, you can eat it!

This is a picture of Molly eating an ice cream pizza.

This is a picture of Molly eating an ice cream pizza. ©PicklesINK 2012

This is a picture of me eating an ice cream pizza. ©PicklesINK 2012

This is a picture of me eating an ice cream pizza. ©PicklesINK 2012

If you try out the recipe you might like it or if you have kids they might like it too. Ice cream pizza is one of my favourite things to eat for dessert and I hope that you will like it too!

~ Ben

What do you think? Are you going to try it? Did you like it?

Grinning from ear to ear, Part 1

I pretty much can’t stop smiling…it’s been a weekend of nothing but WINNING – so much WINNING, in fact, that I have to split it into 3 separate posts!

So first things first – after 72 hours of rehearsal and 8 performances (almost all of which were COMPLETELY sold out), the ICHTHYS Theatre Productions / Paris Performers’ Theatre joint presentation of Joseph Robinette’s Anne of Green Gables has come to an end.

Full Cast Picture
©PicklesINK 2012

It was universally agreed by cast, crew and audiences that our Anne was born to play the part and was a consummate professional despite having NEVER acted before!

Young Anne arrives at the train station
©Sandy Anderson 2012

Anne returns from Queen’s Academy
a young lady
©Sandy Anderson 2012

This was my second foray into community theatre – the first being Godspell in the spring – and I’ll definitely keep it up since I’ve discovered that somehow in the midst of my introversion and debilitating shyness I also quite enjoy making a complete idiot of myself in front of a huge crowd!

Acting like an idiot in Godspell
©PicklesINK 2012

If you’re not familiar with the story of Anne of Green Gables (which I keep almost typing as “Anne of Green Bagels”) here are the bare bones:

An elderly brother and sister, Matthew and Marilla Cuthbert, decide to adopt an orphan boy to help around the farm but are sent a girl by mistake.

Marilla reacts to being sent a girl by mistake.
©Sandy Anderson 2012

A rude, obnoxious kind, motherly woman, Mrs. Blewett (that’s me) generously offers to take Anne in to look after her pack of ill-behaved quarrelsome children as a favour to Matthew and Marilla, who cruelly refuse, deciding instead to save her from that fate and raise her up properly keep her for themselves and treat her as slave labour.

Mrs. Blewett appraises Anne
©Sandy Anderson 2012

Anne wins Matthew and Marilla’s love, endears herself to the people of Avonlea, discovers kindred spirits, gets into and out of many scrapes, makes friends, goes away to school, wins a prestigious scholarship, loses a loved one, and finds herself a true home at Green Gables.

Anne apologizes profusely to Mrs. Rachel Lynde
©Sandy Anderson 2012

My part was small but SO much fun to play because I got to be a real bwitch! I also got to lead the cast in all of their off-stage singing – Ben called me the “secret singer.”

I had so much fun with it, made lots of new friends, and received the ultimate compliment of winning 3 “KOSO” (Knocked Our Socks Off) Awards which were voted on by the whole cast – so cool, and so unexpected!

My KOSO Awards!
©PicklesINK 2012

Warm fuzzies from head to toe!

~ karyn

Are you an introvert or an extrovert, or does it change with the situation?

Life is a great big canvas

Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can.

~ Danny Kaye (1913-1987)

I picked up the raw materials for a craft for Ben and Molly a little while ago and have been saving them for a rainy day. The opportunity presented itself last week so I set them up and let them go to it!

Cotton swab (Q-tip) painting on canvas – materials:

  • Cotton swabs
  • Paint
  • Small white canvases
  • Egg carton
  • Painting smocks

Paint, cotton swabs, canvases and egg carton.
©PicklesINK 2012

I put a different colour of paint into each egg cup and stuck a cotton swab in each. The only instruction I gave to Ben and Molly was to use each cotton swab for only one colour. I wanted them to be able to mix the colours on the canvas while keeping them unique in the cups.

Molly painting a pink line.
©PicklesINK 2012

Molly, true to form, immediately picked the “pretty, pretty pink!” (With some urging from Ben – “Look Molly! There’s pretty pretty pink paint!” – There’s a bit of a chicken or egg situation when it comes to Molly’s love for bubblegum colour.)

Ben, painting coloured shapes.
©PicklesINK 2012

Ben started with his favourite colour, green, and concentrated on making distinct shapes, one of each colour.

One of the things I find really neat about Ben and Molly is how close they are to one another and how interested they are in each other’s activities. I was wandering around tidying etc. while they were painting but snapped pictures occasionally of what I thought what their singular focus on their own paintings. I didn’t realize until I looked at the pictures on the computer screen tonight that I had captured two very typical Ben and Molly moments:

Molly watching Ben paint.
©PicklesINK 2012

Molly taking a break from her painting to watch intently as Ben paints;

Ben watching Molly paint.
©PicklesINK 2012

And vice versa.

Ben has always struggled with his fine motor skills (inasmuch as what he is capable of producing does not match up to his satisfaction with the picture in his head, which frustrates him), so drawing and painting have not generally been his favourite activities. He seemed to find the cotton swabs an easy tool to manipulate and he concentrated very hard to paint one shape in each colour. He was incredibly proud to sign his name to his finished product and wants to hang it in his room!

Molly started out painting directly on the canvas and then took the craft in a uniquely Molly direction and started painting her fingers and hands and making prints for a neat effect of layered multi-coloured handprints.

While watching Molly start painting her hands for a second painting, Ben said, “Oh no, Mommy! Do you see what the paint says? It says, ‘Washable’!” Thinking he had misunderstood, I said, “It’s okay, bud – that means it will wash right off Molly’s hands.” Ben said, “No, mommy! It’s WASHABLE! We have to be careful never to get my painting WET!”

The finished paintings:
Ben’s, above, and Molly’s two below.
©PicklesINK 2012

The colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.

~ Edvard Munch (1863-1944)

I will be very, very careful to never get these paintings wet!

~ karyn

Happy Wedding, Chris and Caitie!!

It’s been a crazy couple of weeks with ups and downs and LOTS of family but the highlight was DEFINITELY my little brother Chris and my new little sister Caitie’s long-awaited wedding!! (Well, at least the engagement was long-awaited…the wedding happened with a fair bit more efficiency, eh Chris?). “Wedding Week” started with last Sunday’s bridal tea.

The Bridal Tea

Last weekend we held a very entertaining bridal tea for Caitie. My event-planner-extraordinaire sister YY found a lovely venue, The Waterside Inn in Port Credit, that was willing to put up with us and we took over half of their dining room.

Guests seated around one of our three tables with window views.
©PicklesINK 2012

In place of presents, we asked guests to email their favourite recipes to put together a recipe book for the bride-to-be (if this idea sounds familiar to one of my email followers, shhhhh… but please thank your bridesmaids for me – best shower idea EVER!). Then we provided piles of sticky scrapbooking doodads and bling and had them go to town on their pages!

And of course, since no bridal shower is complete without a little healthy competition, we did the classic “forbidden words” game, giving each guest a set of clothespins when they arrived and warning them that they were subject to forfeit if they said the words “bride,” “ring,” or “wedding.” In the end, through a dangerous combination of trickery and sheer cuteness, there was a clear winner.

The winner of the contest, bedecked with her 26 clothespins.
©PicklesINK 2012

We also made a rehearsal bouquet out of advice and wishes for the happy couple using paper flowers with button centres on pipecleaner stems. I’m in a play coming up soon (shameless plug – COME OUT AND SEE ANNE OF GREEN GABLES AT THE PARIS FAIRGROUNDS NOVEMBER 15-18 & 22-25!!!) involving a lot of teenagers who have been very good sports about helping out with all of my bridal shower preparation, including the cutting out of many paper flowers and the making of about 100 beaded bracelets that wound up being used for the bachelorette party instead!

By the end we had gorged ourselves on crust-less sandwiches, tea biscuits, quiche, cookies, and cakes and had lots of fun!

Caitie, her paper bouquet, and me.
©PicklesINK 2012

The BIG Event Itself

The bride looked stunning, the groom looked dashing, and my kids looked adorable…what more could you ask?

The maid of honour signs the register while the minister, groom, bride, and best man look on.
Photo by Ben ©PicklesINK 2012

Once his walking-Molly-down-the-aisle duties were discharged, Ben made himself the unofficial wedding photographer, trying to give the talented Bruce Zinger a run for his money!

Ben with his trusty Olympus camera.
©PicklesINK 2012

Ben captured some great moments:

The rest of the bridal party watches the signing of the register, except for Uncle James who can’t resist a grin at Ben!
Photo by Ben ©PicklesINK 2012

Nana and grandad in matching blue.
Photo by Ben ©PicklesINK 2012

Close-up of a bridesmaid’s bouquet.
Photo by Ben ©PicklesINK 2012

The reception was spectacular – Kelly and Christine at Flowers Plus truly outdid themselves! (Make sure you click on that link because I discovered when I went to their site to link to it that they had also posted about the wedding with much more detailed pictures!)

Stunning decorations in the ballroom.
©PicklesINK 2012

The newlyweds being dedicated musicians, there was naturally a lot of musical talent represented at the ceremony and reception but the highlight was a trumpet duet by the bride and groom.

Chris and Caitie performing with the
Skule™ Stage Band behind them.
©PicklesINK 2012

After that I don’t know what got into them…they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. I mean, get a room, guys. Geez.

Newlyweds smooching.
©PicklesINK 2012

Of course, as often happens at weddings as the night goes on, the music plays, and the food and drink flow, the young people started getting friendlier with one another.

Molly with a tattooed boy.
©PicklesINK 2012

We finished what had to have been Ben and Molly’s latest night ever by heading back to the hotel around 11:00 pm. Fortunately we were thinking ahead and put them in their PJs before we left,  because Molly was asleep in Ian’s lap as soon as the taxi started moving. As we left, Ben yelled over his shoulder the question that had been bothering him all afternoon and evening – “Chris? CHRIS? Why didn’t I get to do my proper job? WHY DIDN’T I CARRY THE RINGS??”

The Aftermath

The weekend was a blast – we recovered the lost sleep quickly – and the only lasting effect seems to be that since the wedding, Ben and Molly have been insisting on candlelight, tablecloths, and chair covers every night at dinner.

Eating spaghetti and meatballs by candlelight.
©PicklesINK 2012

~ karyn

Holy vats of chili, Batman!

A committee that I am on at my church (okay, full disclosure: The committee to prepare for a congregational vote regarding the marriage policy, as described in a previous post) is hosting a lunch and discussion session this coming Sunday. Racked with guilt because I cannot be there for the actual discussion, I volunteered to make chili for the lunch. We have no idea how many people will actually attend, but we optimistically decided to be prepared for 40-50, so this afternoon I found myself making giant vats of chili, which actually went much more smoothly than I ever could have imagined, even with Ben’s “help”!

I had an idea for my chili, based on my dad’s recipe on which I grew up, but in order to get an idea for how many people it would feed, I asked my friend Google to find me a “fast chili recipe with beef” and then chose the one closest to my dad’s, which gave me this:

CHILI — THE FAST AND EASY WAY
2 lbs. ground beef
1 lg. onion, chopped
2 (16 oz.) cans red kidney beans
2 (16 oz.) cans stewed tomatoes (preferably Mexican style)
2 (16 oz.) cans tomato sauce
2 tbsp. chili powder

Brown ground beef and onions together in skillet. Transfer to large kettle. Add the remaining ingredients and cook over medium low heat. Cook until heated well and most of the liquid is cooked down. This can be adjusted easily according to your own taste for thicker or thinner chili.

I quadrupled the amounts and planned some modifications, adding tomato paste, corn, garlic, and red and green bell peppers and substituting ground pork for some of the beef, and reducing the amount of meat while increasing the amount of beans slightly. I also used a variety of beans instead of just red kidney beans. That left my shopping list looking like this:

5 lbs. ground beef
2 lbs. ground pork
6 bell peppers (red and green)
4 large onions
20 cloves garlic
10 cans beans (red kidney beans, white kidney beans, black beans)
4 cans whole stewed tomatoes
4 cans diced tomatoes
8 cans tomato sauce
3 cans tomato paste
1 bag frozen corn
1 packet chili powder

I got it home and started chopping, making good use of my trusty Cusinart Mini-Prep food processor (fantastic for making family meals into baby food as well as for finely chopping onions and garlic!).

Ingredients assembled: Finely chopped onion and garlic, diced peppers, and a vast array of canned tomatoes and beans.
©PicklesINK 2012

Once the chopping was done, I started cooking the ground beef and pork

Ground beef and pork cooking on the stove.
©PicklesINK 2012

and put Ian and Ben to work opening cans.

Ben pouring tomato sauce into the giant vat o’ tomato.
©PicklesINK 2012

Ben next job was to find and crush the whole tomatoes, which he did with relish.*

Tremble with fear, tomatoes,
at the wrath of Sir Ben!
©PicklesINK 2012

Once all the meat was cooked, I cooked the onions, garlic, and peppers in batches, mixed them with the meat, and assembled my vats o’ ingredients.

Vats o’ ingredients: Tomato mixture, meat/onions/garlic/peppers, and mixed beans.
©PicklesINK 2012

Finally, I mixed it all together in my three biggest pots, trying to keep the ratio of ingredients as even as possible, and added liberal amounts of chili powder to each.

My 3 biggest pots barely fit on the stove together!
©PicklesINK 2012

It looked pretty good mixed together, and smells pretty fabulous simmering on the stove. I plan to add the frozen corn when it’s finished to help cool it down.

Yummy-looking pot o’ chili!
©PicklesINK 2012

Stay tuned until next week when I will hopefully hear how the congregation liked it – Same BAT-TIME, same BAT-CHANNEL!

~ karyn

*Please note that the relish was figurative. Real relish would have been gross.

William Guy Brissenden 1915-2012

Sadly, my grandfather died last weekend at the very impressive age of 97 (and a half). He will be remembered and missed for the love, strength and support that he gave his family and friends, for the many great contributions to the Canadian mining industry during his long life, and also for his selfless service in the Royal Canadian Navy during World War II.

Papa with Ben and Molly
at his 96th birthday party.
©PicklesINK 2012

He had many great loves, including, in no particular order, his beloved wife Jean, golfing, fishing, mining, family, Scotch whiskey, and Queen and country.

Bill, in naval uniform, and Jean
on their wedding day.
©Brissenden Family 2012

Although my Nana died when I was in middle school, I still remember the deep love and devotion that she and Papa had for each other that shone through whenever they were together.

Bill fixing Jean’s shoe
©Brissenden Family 2012

When wintering in Florida, he and Nana rarely missed a day of golf, and he took it upon himself to try to teach each of his grandkids a few tricks of the trade. I remember clearly the day he called (I was around 14) and said, “Karyn, I need you to come over.” He sat me down in his den to watch a video – something like Arnold Palmer’s Guide to the Perfect Swing – and then returned and asked, “So, did you get all that?” (“NO!?”). Then he took me to the backyard, strapped me into a straitjacket-like device that pinned my upper arms to my sides to help me maintain perfect form, and attempted to perfect my golf swing. (It didn’t work.) After a few hours of that, he took me to a mini-golf course (“AHA!” I thought. “Back in my comfort zone!”) where he proceeded thoroughly trounce me.

Papa golfing (probably in Florida).
©Brissenden Family 2012

As a salmon fisherman, he was also untouchable, and enjoyed many trips to salmon rivers around North America.

Papa on the riverbank fishing – if memory serves, this means that he has hooked a salmon while in the canoe and is now working on reeling it in, which is done from the bank.
©Brissenden Family 2012

At 95 he went on his last fishing trip and caught a huge salmon – checking their carefully-kept records (dating back generations), the fishing lodge was able to confirm that he was in fact the oldest person to have caught a salmon of that size.

Papa with his big fish – he swears, it was THIS BIG, and he has photographic proof!
©Brissenden Family 2012

Papa devoted the majority of his working life to mining, and was a giant of the Canadian mining industry.

Papa in an underground mine as a young man.
©Brissenden Family 2012

Papa, back underground, in later years.
©Brissenden Family 2012

Papa was inducted into the Canadian Mining Hall of Fame in 2001, and proudly wore his Mining Hall of Fame pin on the lapel of the suit jacket that he invariably wore whenever he left his bedroom. His biography on the Mining Hall of Fame website reads as follows:

A hands-on approach to problem-solving, forged in both war and peace, enabled William Guy Brissenden to master repeated challenges during a lengthy career spent mostly with Noranda. His extraordinary skills surfaced as a member of the management team that successfully developed Gaspé Copper’s mine, mill and smelter at Murdochville, Quebec. He led Noranda’s team when it acquired control of Brunswick Mining and Smelting, and helped it become the major zinc-lead producer in eastern Canada. A champion of safety and technical innovation, Brissenden is particularly noted for initiating the trackless room-and-pillar mining method, as well as the mechanized cut-and-fill system. On the metallurgical front, he convinced Noranda’s Board to invest in new technology that extended the life of the Horne smelter in Quebec.

Born in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Brissenden obtained a B.Sc. degree in mining engineering from McGill University in 1937, followed by an M.Sc. in 1938. As a naval officer during the Second World War, he solved secret technical problems that helped win the Battle of the Atlantic.

Brissenden joined the Noranda group in 1948 as a mine superintendent and was soon noticed for his ability to grasp and evaluate information and recommend action. His first challenge came at Gaspé Copper, which was then wrestling with how to mine its huge, low-grade underground deposits at a profit. After intensive study, a room-and-pillar method was chosen as the method best suited for the tabular, gently dipping orebodies. Brissenden was the chief architect of the method, which proved so successful that engineers came from around the world to study the operation. The mine operated for 44 years, providing much-needed employment and benefits to the Quebec economy.

At Brunswick, he introduced a mechanized cut-and-fill mining system that allowed production to be increased to 7,500 tonnes per day from 4,500 tonnes. He also converted the Imperial smelting furnace at Belledune to a lead smelter, and implemented environmental improvements at all metallurgical plants.

In the early 1970s, researchers developed a unique concept for continuously smelting copper concentrates. Brissenden supported their efforts and convinced Noranda’s Board to invest in a full-scale prototype at the Horne smelter. The technology proved to be remarkably well-suited to the profitable treating of complex and varied custom materials. Thus, Brissenden helped prevent the loss of about 2,000 jobs when, in 1976, the Horne mine finally stopped hoisting ore.

Brissenden went on to enjoy a successful career as a mining executive, entrepreneur and consulting engineer with the Patino organization and its affiliated companies.

His service to the industry resulted in interactions with many political leaders (with whose politics he did not necessarily agree but with whom he would still have acted the gentleman!), including René Lévesque, Pierre Elliott Trudeau, Lester B. Pearson, John Diefenbaker, and Kim Campbell.

Papa with Lester B. Pearson
©Brissenden Family 2012

Papa with John Diefenbaker
©Brissenden Family 2012

For his 90th birthday, he received a letter from the Prime Minister, Paul Martin. He was of course sorely disappointed with having to settle for a letter from a Liberal, and his strongly held Conservative leaning led him to attend his first political rally at around the age of 90, joining other Canadians in support of George W. Bush (I certainly admired his devotion to a cause).

Papa and his daughters Jane and Janet at the “Canadians for Bush” rally.
©Brissenden Family 2012

Papa was devoted to his family, including his 3 great-grandchildren. When he came to the hospital to visit Ben, a teeny preemie of almost 5 lbs., he marveled at him and then looked at me and said, “Can you even imagine – I have a great-grandchild?”

Papa meeting baby Ben for the first time.
©PicklesINK 2012

He had a soft spot in his heart for Ian, which Ian attributes to their first meeting, when Papa fixed him with his trademark flinty stare and said, “Now why on earth would you do an ARTS degree?” and Ian took a sip of his water, met his eye, and said, “Well sir, the way I see it, any idiot can be an engineer. It takes brains to go into Arts.” What could Papa do but clap him on the shoulder and burst out laughing?

That trademark flinty stare
©Brissenden Family 2012

They continued to bond after that, sharing confidences like the time when, while chatting at a family gathering, Papa leaned in close to Ian and said, “You’re going to have to speak up. I can’t find the batteries for my hearing aids, but these people make such a damn fuss when I don’t wear them that I just put the damn things on anyway and came downstairs.”

Papa’s dry sense of humour never did fail him, even when he suffered a stroke a few years ago. When we visited him in the hospital shortly afterwards, he leaned in close to me and said, sounding slightly confused, “I had a stroke, you know.” I replied, “Yes, I heard that too,” and his eyes narrowed and he said, “I don’t recommend it.”

Papa in hospital bed with Ben and Molly
©PicklesINK 2012

For a little while after that, he found himself being cared for in a nursing residence before he could go home again, and he took that experience in stride, turning his gentlemanly charm to his advantage. When I asked him how he liked it, he said, “Well, it’s not great. But I did figure out that if you give one of those girls $3, she’ll bring you a Scotch.

Finally, as we approach Remembrance Day, and as we bid farewell to yet another veteran of the Second World War, it is especially important to note Papa’s devotion to Queen and country and service in the Royal Canadian Navy, and I can think of no better way to describe his service than in his own words in a speech delivered to my cousin’s high school a few years ago.

Good morning and thank you for your kind invitation to share with you this Remembrance Day, my 61st since the end of World War II.

What this day means to me, I will leave until later because first I want to share my World War II experiences with you.  I just hope that these experiences may help motivate each and every one of you towards getting the best possible education that you can, because only by doing so will you be able to make, in civilian life or in military life, should that regretfully ever become necessary again, your maximum contribution to society and your country.

When World War II started in the fall of 1939, I was 24 years old and had graduated from university a year earlier with my Masters Degree in Engineering.  I joined the Royal Canadian Navy in October 1940 as a Sub Lieutenant.  By this time in the war, the navy had found itself entering fields that were largely or totally unfamiliar.  The navy was compelled to employ specialists in many fields that were not immediately related to seamanship.  Most of these specialists were entered into a special branch as I was.

One of the critical challenges facing the Canadian, British and later American navies was to keep the sea lanes open from North America to England.  With out the men and material that were sent by ship from North America to England and Europe, it is very possible that the Allied nations would not have won the war against Nazi Germany.  In order for the supply ships to make it to England, the Allied navies had to defeat the threat of German submarines or U-Boats as they were known.  This battle against the German U-Boats became known as the Battle of the Atlantic.

Early in the war, the tactics and technology that eventually defeated the German U-Boats was in its infancy.  After my initial training at the Anti Submarine Warfare School, I was assigned to devise and build the Anti Submarine Fixed Defenses at the entrance to Halifax Harbour.  There were virtually no textbooks to learn from, most of the technology was unfamiliar to the navy and the project had to be completed as soon as possible.  It was to become a colossal undertaking.  As a boy living in Halifax during World War I, I lived through the famous Halifax Explosion, so I knew full well what a catastrophe it would be if a U-Boat managed to get into the harbour and attack the shipping there.

I was very fortunate to have a good team working with me and the system that we designed and built was fully operational by November 1941.  As a result, the Port of Halifax became the safe haven it was meant to be for transatlantic shipping.  Convoys on their way to and from Great Britain regularly formed in its inner harbour with supplies of all kinds, such as food, munitions and other Canadian and American material and of course troops.  Halifax also became the major repair base for Canadian warships.

During the rest of the war, I continued to help develop and build anti submarine defenses for other harbours in Canada and England and after transfer to Naval Service Headquarters helped co-ordinate the development of advanced anti submarine detection devices.  As the war continued we were able to improve our anti submarine tactics and technology to a point that the submarine threat was significantly reduced and ultimately the Battle of the Atlantic was won.

On a more personal level, Remembrance Day brings back memories of loved ones.  I like most Canadians at that time faced the loss of family members and close friends.  One of my brothers and one of my wife’s brothers did not return from the war.  Friends with whom I had worked before the war also made the ultimate sacrifice.   Over the past 61 years I look at what a wonderful country Canada has become and often think of the debt of honour all of us owe to these heroes that never returned home.

I retired from the navy at the end of the war as a Lieutenant Commander.  It was a privilege serving my country and I was glad I did, but I was thankful that it was over.  I was very proud that my education allowed me the opportunity to serve with so many special people and to make a significant contribution to the war effort.  I hope that my experience will encourage you to pursue your education, not only for your own benefit, but also for the benefit of our society and our country.

Thank you.

As Ben put it, “Mommy, our family is just not going to be the same without Papa, is it?” and no, it isn’t, but he has been a role model in so many ways to so many people that his legacy will live on, and I’m glad that he has moved peacefully onto the next stage of his journey.

Nana and Papa camping,
Nana looking as polished as ever!
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~ karyn

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow – Part 2

(did you see what I did there with “part”? heheheh…)

Well, it’s been just over a year. Ben started with a buzz cut, then decided (on hearing that boys could have ponytails) to grow his hair out indefinitely. He has tried out ponytails in various places on his head, french braids, hair bands and bows. Any time over the last year that we have asked him if he wants to cut his hair or when he wants to cut his hair, his answer has been, “Nope, not yet. I’m not done having ponytails yet.” At first I wasn’t a fan but over the year it grew on me (heheheh)..and seriously, can anyone rock a shag and a fedora like Ben?

Ben rocking the long hair and fedora.
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But this weekend it all came to a head <—- I’m on a serious roll here! Ben complained that he couldn’t sleep because something was tickling his neck. Ian said, “That’s your long hair tickling your neck, bud.” Ben replied, “Oh. Well, I guess it’s time for a haircut then. I will have my haircut on Monday.” When we pointed out that Monday was a holiday he conceded, “Okay, Tuesday then.”

One last picture of Ben’s long hair.
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Okay, just one more.
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When Ben makes a decision, he sets his mind and that’s it. For a year it wasn’t time to cut it yet, and then all of a sudden it WAS, and rarely has been been as excited about something as he was about this haircut!

Ben grinning while his hair is cut.
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As long blonde strands fell to the floor, he watched in the mirror and started chanting, “No more ponytails for Ben! Ben is never going to have a ponytail again!”…

Long blonde casualties of war!
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…while I stood by gritting my teeth and waiting for it to all be over. (It all happened too fast! I need more time to prepare!)

My sad face is not very photogenic.
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And then it was all over and Ben was ecstatic!!

The finished product:
Ben with his new haircut!
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He looks adorable and about 2 years older, and he absolutely loves it. He has informed me that on days when he wants to wear it spiked up, I’m not allowed to pat him on the head, and I’ve told him I’ll try my best.

~ karyn


Paparazzi in training

Ben has learned to read, which is really, really cool. Once he started learning, there was no stopping him since he suddenly realized that there was this secret code of letters and words all around him and he ABSOLUTELY CANNOT STAND TO BE LEFT IN THE DARK, so practically overnight he went from slowly sounding out words to reading confidently.

This has opened up a whole new world for him and for me, so the other day when he was bored I came up with an activity that turned out to be extremely successful: A photo scavenger hunt.

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Ian is an avid photographer so Ben has been interested in cameras practically since day 1. We tried the dedicated el cheapo “kids” cameras but they all have such long shutter lag that there’s no way a young kid can hold the camera still long enough to take a picture that looks like anything.

Ben with kiddy camera.
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Then he started using my point-and-shoot Olympus digital and took off. He has a really great eye and really enjoys himself with it. These are a couple of his pictures, taken in Quebec last summer (so he  was 4).

Sunset over the St. Lawrence by Ben.
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Grandad on balcony by Ben.
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Anyway, back to the photo scavenger hunt. Combining Ben’s love of taking pictures with love of figuring things out definitely turned out to be a winner and a grand total of about three minutes elapsed between my giving him the list and his returning with these pictures on my camera (the first two are both #1, something red):

Scavenger hunt results
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When he came back, he said, “Can you give me another one?” I’ll definitely be bringing this activity out again!

~ karyn

 

 

 

 

Better late than never – Final Germany round-up!

Here are the last few Germany bits and pieces to wrap up the trip diary:

One of the highlights of the vacation was the trip up the mountain on a cable car.

Don’t look down!
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We went about 1800 m up, to the third of four stations (we couldn’t go all the way to the top as the timing meant that we would have had to ride back down on the same car without actually disembarking). Before we reached the third station we were in the clouds and the kids had a great time playing in the ethereal, misty playground (as described in Ben’s guest post).

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We then rode back down and enjoyed dinner al fresco at a lovely Italian restaurant, which was interrupted at one point by the sound of cowbells as a farmer brought his herd down from the mountain for the night. (“My family’s been bringing the cows down this road every night for 3 generations and we’re not going to stop now just because this damn town is overrun with tourists!”).

Who knew we’d be there until the cows came home?
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On the way home we passed the brewery that had been supporting our pils habit for the 2 weeks…mmm…I still miss the beer!

No chance of mistaking what they do here!
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Apparently there were a number of town festivals going on while we were there, which meant that for most of the trip many people were dressed in traditional Bavarian “tract.” These Bavarians certainly have the right idea when it comes to flattering clothing, especially for those of us with, let’s say, “hourglass” figures (I like to think of them as “good, strong childbearing hips.”)! I tried on a dirndl but unfortunately I just didn’t think it would translate well to home.

What, this old thing? It’s just something I threw on…
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I also tried to convince Ian to get a pair of lederhosen but no dice. (Come on! Even Santa wears them in the off-season!)

Ben said, “That’s not Santa.
I can see his mouth.”
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One area where Germany is way ahead seems to be the use of sustainable energy, particularly solar power. Everywhere we looked it seemed that people had solar panels on their roofs, sometimes just a few, sometimes covering every available inch.

Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun,
Please shine down on me!
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We also passed fields of row upon row of solar panels along the highways. Pretty cool stuff. I know we’re starting to experiment with it; in our town there are 2 towers with panels but it’s on such a small scale, comparatively. These Bavarians really seem to have it down to a science.

As a small side note, if you think back to the Kurpark post, this is the photograph that Ian was taking when he was hiding in the flowers:

You’d better BEE-lieve it!
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Finally, the time came for us to make our exit. In Germany this is indicated by highway signs reading, “Ausfahrt,” and I remain convinced that I can’t be the only English-speaker in the world whose inner 15 year-old giggles uncontrollably at that.

heheheheheh…fahrt.
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~ karyn