It’s interesting that as I look back at old posts, I see almost all quilt-related sharing. And that’s not totally why I started blogging.
I mentioned, in passing, some other non-quilt activities, but I though I’d share with you all to day some more detail about that.
Emergency Social Services has been a big part of our lives for the last three years. This is an organization, mandated by federal and provincial governments, managed through local governments, that provides for temporary emergency support if people need to be evacuated from their homes. A house fire, flooded basement could affect a single home. Or a forest fire (many of which have been experienced in BC over the last few years), river flood (an almost annual threat in our area), earthquake, train derailment – any of those kinds of things could mean hundreds or even thousands of people being evacuated.
And that’s where we come in. Training to be able to effectively meet these needs is on-going. But we also work to promote ESS and recruit volunteers, as well as help the folks in our area understand how they can personally prepare for emergencies.
Right now, we’re working on banners that will be used in our promotional activities. To get ready for these banners, we took some ‘mock’ pictures. First, a recent house fire in our area, meant that one of our team responded to arrange for hotel, restaurant meals, clothing for the family. We returned to the scene to take some pictures. Here’s one of Grizz ‘interviewing’ M as if she was a victim.
We also went to a local strata clubhouse, and set up a mock Reception Center (this is how we would manage an event involving a large group of people). Of course we couldn’t take pictures in a real event, even if we were involved in one, to protect people’s privacy.
Thankfully, there have been few calls requiring response, but we’re prepared.
When finished, the banner will be 3’ wide by 6’ high – should attract attention don’t you think?
Another passion of mine has been genealogy. A number of years ago, I spent many, many hours in a library pouring over microfiche census reports, and searching through genealogy web-sites. Recently a cousin sent me a package of copies of immigration papers for our grandparents. They came from Hungary in 1926, with three daughters, settled in southern Alberta where my father and two other sons were born. The photocopies included their passport, one document issued for the whole family – really different from today’s world. Here’s a picture of one page:
Interestingly – the documents are all in both Hungarian and French. I just love finding all this information. My cousin said, she recently sent a photo of the ship on which my grandparents and aunts traveled (it’s long since gone, picture obtained from the internet – the marvels of our world today), to our oldest aunt. When she received the photo, my aunt phoned my cousin and told her she remembered her mother, our grandmother, crying before getting on board because she didn’t want to travel on a ship with only one smokestack. It must have been a very traumatic trip on many levels.
And I’m a reader – I love books, have always loved books, can get totally lost in books. I remember my mother frequently saying ‘didn’t you hear me?’ And I hadn’t, I really hadn’t. I was off in the world of whichever book was in my hand at the time. When I was younger, I often had 3-4 books on the go at once. Not so any longer – it’s all I can do to keep track of one book. I also don’t read for as many hours at a time as I used to, it tends to put me to sleep. But there’s always a book nearby, always at least one ready for when I’m finished my current read.
Last fall, I finally joined a book club. Interestingly, the books chosen have mostly been very difficult reads – not just for me either. The month that The Last Passage was our read – almost nobody actually finished the book. But the challenge of stretching my reading wings, and trying out new authors and then joining in lively discussions has been fabulous! Right now we’re reading:
And I’m actually surprised at how much I’m enjoying this, despite the fact that it’s an autobiography (not been one of my favorite types of books in the past).
Waiting to be read is this gem, just picked up from the library yesterday:
Chiaverini is one of my favorite authors, writing about quilters.
So I guess this post isn’t totally NON-quilty after all. But there it is – quilting is, after all, a big part of my life.
Happy days!!! Blessings, Peg