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Friday, October 16, 2020

Flashback Friday - A Road Trip Into The Past

Today is Flashback Friday and we're on a road trip that happened right about this time of year. The time of year when weather is iffy and snow can land at any time. But it's clear sailing for now just as it was a few years ago. 

Present Day: Got the car gassed up, not at the service station pictured below,  I think that was more of a gas museum, and we're off. A journey back in time to small town, Saskatchewan to a little town tucked into the  south half of the North American Plains. Fasten your seat belts and we're off spinning back a few years...


Plans change quickly and yesterday was no exception.  We'd planned to take Mom to her home town this week but with an eye on the weather.  This time of year a warm day can easily precede snow flurries or just cold rain and wind.

A gas museum?  It wasn't open.

It's a good day - so off we went.  A short trip really but it takes a while to get past the city clutter that stretches further every year with new subdivisions and acreages lapping the edges of what were once more distant bedroom communities so it seems like endless civilization.  Until - there's always the until, you make that turn off and find yourself on a smaller grid road heading into small town Saskatchewan.  And there it is, acres of what remains of golden cropped fields, the occasional house laying well back from the road and circled by a barn and a clutter of outbuildings.  A herd of cows, a horse or two and endless fields stringing into the distance.  

And just like that we're there.  The small town where Mom grew up, she now swears looks nothing like she remembers.  Except, wait - there's the old hotel and over there is so and so's house.  And, on it goes.

But it has changed.  You can see it in the sleek lines of new homes in a bay to the right and construction that's going on at the local school.  But for the most part it is still quiet without the continual sweep of traffic that we left how many miles behind.

The cemetery is the first stop  All cemeteries have a story or two and this one was rife with them like any other.  And having Mom along, she knew a few stories herself.  This one had a special area for the nuns as there was a convent in town - we'll go there later.  It also had, what I had only heard of as a practice in "the good old days".  A practice that reminds us that the old days had a few issues too.  When someone committed suicide they weren't buried in the main graveyard as that was consecrated ground.  Mom told me the story of the poor man who had been driven to kill himself and how he was buried in a far corner of the cemetery.  And sure enough, his grave was still there over fifty years later.  In the city I wondered if he would have been moved by now, back to the main area where he belonged.  Or maybe in the city, it would never have happened.  

So after an encounter or two or three, four, no five - garter snakes, the cemetery was alive with them, we headed to the convent. That had been taken over, in the usual small town fashion, by the post office, a hair salon, judo and dance school and the Mexican restaurant.  The restaurant is one that's been drawing people from all around.  I'd heard of it before we made this trip and eating there was no disappointment.  The restaurant was set up in what had once been the chapel.  Mom, never one to stand back and not ask a question, soon had the owner engaged in conversation of how/who and why.  Why did she come from Mexico and end up in small-town Saskatchewan?  How did she like it?  Well, she said it was a culture shock, of course that was a few decades ago and now she was used to it.  I'd imagine in the early days - the winter alone would be a shock.  And small town life, well I've always said one day I'll try it - short term.  It's different from city life like winter differs from summer and spring from fall.  I don't suppose you know either until you've lived it.

Once the convent - now library/restaurant etc.


Then on to, where else - the town library.  There, I discovered the life of a small-town librarian is very different from that of one in the city.  Here, she appeared to be master of her domain.  Heading a wooden desk in a small room with only a dozen or so shelving units full of books.  And after I satisfied her curiosity about the new face in her library, I discovered a few other things; that she knew my Mom and wanted to be a writer.  So after giving her a few writing tips I turned her over to Mom.

And after that - we headed for home.  We'd had a history lesson, ate authentic Mexican food - and it was fantastic. I'm going back for their weekend special one day soon!  All in all it was a short but fun trip.


Hope you enjoyed this virtual trip back into time - have a great Friday!


Ryshia


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Friday, September 25, 2020

Flashback Friday - Inspiration in the Rockies

t's Flashback Friday and today we're going to the Canadian Rockies, to Banff - I'm not sure if there's a more beautiful place in the world. It definitely ties for one of the top.  So we're off to - Inspiration in the Rockies and a whole lot of, dare I say it - snow!





Do you find that sometimes you get so caught up in the day to day routine that you forget what's almost under your nose or in this case, a day's drive away?

It found that a few years ago when I spent time in Calgary and a day in Banff, Alberta. Calgary.

Ah, those were the days - road trips. I'm sure they'll happen again, hopefully soon.

But in the meantime, back to Calgary and heading into the new year. 

For all its big city allure, Calgary still has pockets where nature is just across the street. I discovered a herd of mule deer just two short blocks away on the Nose Hill. A lovely sanctuary that's peaceful despite the fact that it's surrounded by city lights. However, I wasn't so enthralled with the idea that it was also the home of coyotes and other

predators.  Hey, I know they're not apt to confront humans, still I'm a city girl and that hill was their territory! I headed for home after a brief visit and a photo or two.


Then on to Banff. It's been a few years since I've made it to the mountains. Set within a national park, Banff is a small town seemingly locked in time and nestled within the Rockies. The faces of the tourists that ply the streets may have changed somewhat from years gone by but the town itself remains almost timeless. After cruising through the picturesque streets it was time to visit the Banff Springs Hotel, have a drink, relax and enjoy the view.


How can you not be inspired by a view like this?

                                                      View from Banff Springs Hotel 




And the next day with silver shadows bracketing the road beneath the late afternoon sun, it was back to the prairies. There, trees and grass pierced the snow and ice standing like sentinels as a murky quilt of clouds rose over the horizon and warned of more snow. Hills rolled gently, making a mockery of the prairie flatness and a herd of antelope grazed. And with the mountains long gone, the inspiration was everywhere.


Needless to say, without a New Years resolution - no, not even one,
I came back inspired! 

 Banff Springs Hotel




Here's a thought for the day:
What inspires you?



     Ryshia

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Sunday, September 6, 2020

MySpace - I'll Play What I Want!

Do you remember MySpace? I do, it was my first attempt at social media. I remember the hours I took preparing my site, the coding that was necessary. I set it up, worked on getting followers and then Facebook landed on my radar. It was hours of work thrown under the bus. But, I was reminded of all of that as I was walking through the farmer's market and heard that particular song playing,  "Somebody to Love" by Jefferson Airplane. 

Having a song play automatically in the background was the one thing that I haven't been able to replicate on other social media sites. Good or bad, I loved that feature. But times change and I'm sure looking back, I would have been gritting my teeth at hearing that song for the millionth time. I'm guessing it would have been removed long ago. Still...

Through my career I've seen social media changes, websites change, even blogs change. Although, I do have to say that this blog has been around since 2007. It's actually officially my oldest site on the web. Even my website, which has been around almost as long, has changed hosting sites, looks - you name it. Through all of that change, it was here, especially in the early days, that I've documented much of my writing journey. But this blog has been more than that. It's gone on trips, becoming a travel journal and it's been a bit of a life journal too. 

But on the topic of retro music -  What's your favourite song, retro or otherwise? Let me know here or on Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/Author.RyshiaKennie/

My fave oddly isn't Somebody to Love but Dream On by Aerosmith.

Fave or not - take a listen to "Somebody to Love".

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     Ryshia

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Friday, August 14, 2020

Flashback Friday - The Women's Open Hits Saskatchewan!

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It's Flashback Friday and today we're going to visit the CP Women's Open. The event came to town and we're going to take it in - again! 

It's close to home except there's no getting close at least under your own steam. Spectators can't park at the golf course. Instead there are parking lots set up where you drive to and then hop on a school bus to take you to the rest of the way.

Our Canadian-hope-to-win, Brooke Henderson, was holding one of the leading positions - not first but close enough.  On Friday, it was still early days with two more days left in the tournament. She had some great shots and seemed not to notice the crowd that watch every shot as intently as if it were her last. It's amazing the discipline these golfers have. They're not distracted by the crowd of spectators, nor by the cameraman following them. It's them and that little white ball and nothing else matters. A lesson in discipline, for sure.

Note to writer - keyboard and paper is all that matters. Yet there are no crowds and still I can be so easily distracted. 

Beer samples from a pseudo golf bag out of this redone truck.
So, great day - glad we went.  It was an experience to be on the course, actually touching the rope that kept us off the fairway, being the one doing the clapping instead of some fan on television. My fingers are crossed that Brooke will pull off a win. There's a lot of Canadians cheering her on.

Hours later and we're back on the school bus. This time our volunteer driver is looking not at all like one might expect of a bus driver. She's wearing a cheery sundress, a brilliant smile and a pony tail - and greets us all as we enter the bus that is rocking with music that I'm not unfamiliar with - I've heard it in another era. DH looks at me as the school bus lurches into motion, smiles and says "Rather appropriate. The last time we heard this we were riding one one of these to school."

Past meets present yet again. 


                                         Ryshia

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Friday, August 7, 2020

Flashback Friday - In the Lap of Luxury!

It's Flashback Friday and a trip down memory lane. We're going to a time, that some of you might not remember. A time when air travel was fun and when airport security didn't look at you as if you might be the problem!

Do you remember those days when riding a plane was fun?  

        ...When seats were wider and actually spaced with adequate leg room? 

       ...When the man reclining in front of you didn't land in your lap and when being assigned a middle seat didn't involve an intricate dance of dodging elbows?  

Airport - Seoul

I remember when water was free and not something you purchased after being frisked in a security line up.  Although this is not such a bad procedure.  I mean, from a writer of romantic suspense point of view, it gives me a sense of what frisking is all about.  Seriously, while I realize that the world has changed and we need a certain amount of security, some days I long for what was.  I think fondly back to days when I wasn't scrambling for plastic baggies for my midget size toothpaste and a man in uniform wasn't scowling over my mascara while I juggled my shoes and slipped on tile floors in sock feet.  Days when, should my luggage have been lost or the in flight meal insubstantial, no problem, my carry on had it all.

Hawaii 


So fast forward backwards, my second plane ride ever was to Hawaii.  Wardair was a Canadian airline that provided luxury even in economy.  An airline that like many things, is now history.  I remember a 747 with wide seats and excess legroom.  There was a circular staircase up to the lounge area that was open to all passengers.  There was a bar complete with bartender in the main passenger area in the forward section (economy) that served free drinks for the entire flight.  The drinks morphed into Mai Tais as we neared our destination.  

That journey included a tour of the cockpit for a few passengers chosen at random. I ended up being one. I can still remember my first encounter with the concept of auto pilot.  I think shock registered at walking into the cockpit, being overwhelmed by complexity of it all and then realizing that both the pilot and co-pilot faced me with their back to the wide open sky.   "It's on auto-pilot," the captain assured me with a smile.  And really, his smile wasn't wide enough.  Auto-pilot had me uneasy for the duration of the trip.  Thank goodness for the Mai Tais.

A Staircase in a 747 - leading to lounge

It's amazing how quickly what was once reality slips into the realm of history.  It's hard to imagine a plane now where the cockpit would be that open, or where a lounge would be available to anyone other than first class or where there would even be a lounge at all.  For better or worse, it's another world. 

For a writer, nothing is really over.  Those times that fade into history can come alive again with a pen and a flight into imagination.   And you - any memories of travel past?


                                                                            Ryshia

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Friday, July 31, 2020

Flashback Friday - Around the World and Back Again!




It's Flashback Friday where I pull an adventure from my blog and we relive the journey. Today we're going to do a hop skip across the world and back on our imaginary plane. Fasten your first class seat belt - request your beverage of choice, and we're off! To where you ask or maybe you didn't as you're just happy to go somewhere. With that in mind, we're heading to a few places; scuba diving in Thailand, horseback riding in Cuba and renting a motorbike again, in Cuba. 


First up - Thailand
Scuba Diving - Note to self - Twenty minutes in a pool does not prepare one for open ocean. On the upside, just because you think you're going to drown, doesn't mean you will. And that was before I got there - swimming against the waves along the width of a boat meant for open water (large) was no fun - I finally put that snorkel to good use and did the old paddle with your face in the water trick I'd do as a kid.  Then there was the actual going under, way under and staying there. Yes, open ocean was a bit traumatic to begin with but it all worked out in the end. 


Moving on to Cuba:
Horses - taking pictures on a moving horse - not recommended! There's something about balance, stirrups, height and creature with a will of its own that doesn't really transpose well for a city bred person. No, I didn't fall off but every time I tried to take a picture the horse would start walking and I had to concentrate on staying on and forget the picture. The horse finally won. And the only pictures I got were, off the horse! 
Motorbike Rental - when you question the notice "No brakes" and and are told, "That's okay." Maybe its not! It's really not that hard to take out the side of a third world house. Or for that matter, come close! It took a last minute swerve to clear the back half of someone's hut. I sure hope they weren't looking out!

And that's memories of past trips. Things to remember for future - when getting on a plane is actually something we all might consider.




Stay safe - take care!


Ryshia
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