Shelley Moulton will forever be the smiley, supportive swim instructor that helped my sister overcome her fear of water at the Rotary Park outdoor pool. “I miss that pool,” says Shelley when I tell her this. “I do too,” I respond.
25 years later, enjoying a Stoked Stokie at Freshies with her husband Chris it is clear to me that these admirable qualities still exist, which I find even more impressive when I learn of the journey Shelley and her family have been on over the last ten years.
With the Mardi Gras Masquerade fast approaching—the highly anticipated annual fundraising event held by the Elk Valley Hospital Foundation—I thought it fitting to chat with members of this organization to learn more about its mandate and importance in our community and to feature highly involved current president Dr. Lori Gadsden.
Since the 15th century, masquerade balls have entertained and enthralled. From the finest courts of regal Europe to steamy modern-day Latin carnivals, le bal masque is a chance to slip out of every day life and live on the edge while offering only a hint of the character behind the costume.
cover image by Kevin Wilkie, www.68photography.com
“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
~ L.M. Montgomery
Our busiest seasons, winter and summer, seem to set off at a leisurely pace. Gear from the season prior remains in the mud room as the first snow flakes fall or grass is exposed. We venture out, poking and probing the field – where is the snow deep enough? Which trails are ride-able and how far?
Everybody can be great. Because anybody can serve. You don't have to have a college degree to serve. You don't have to make your subject and your verb agree to serve... You don't have to know the second theory of thermodynamics in physics to serve. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love. —Martin Luther King, Jr.
It’s midnight and the deadline for writing this article was five pm.
“What are you going to write about this month?” my partner asks.
“Oh I don’t know. Alternative perceptions... integrity...compassion ...the same crap I write about every month.”
“Sounds great! Goodnight.”
And thus it begins. I am left in the dark with the heavy weight of my own procrastination for company. The dog rests his head on his front paws and looks up: “I don’t understand why you continue to put yourself in this position.”
When we started planning the “Back to School” edition the first name to pop into my head for a feature was Jodie Parker’s. At the time, I was only aware of roughly a third of her involvement with the youth in our valley. She happily accepted, and I knew a lunch date wouldn’t suffice for the conversation in store.
I was right.
If you’ve met Jodie, you are aware of her friendly, upbeat, and easy going personality. Add to this the never ending list, which makes up her career, and the fact that we haven’t chatted in a long while, and you have yourself a hefty lunch hour.
This time last year, in order to write about the Swim, Drink, Fish Festival, I researched the Elk River and its incredible journey to the Pacific Ocean through lakes and hydro dams and cities in Canada and the USA. I learned that our beautiful river is part of a system that covers an area the size of France and sustains over 6 million people. Pretty amazing eh?
I have never let my schooling interfere with my education. ~ Mark Twain
I used to consider myself lucky in that I was able to work a minimal amount to acquire good grades. Of course, in comparison to my elder sister it was frustrating as it seemed she barely had to work at all. Even in University we took the same class once and the night before an exam she watched a movie while I had to study. And she got a higher grade than I.
A tree hugger, a redneck and a feminist go into a meeting . . .
Here’s an idea: Let’s pick a group of people who have very little in common — different moral standpoints, different ideas, different ways of speaking. Let’s put them in charge of important stuff like safety, drinking water, the economy, housing and community planning. And, let’s make them do this for three years. Also, let’s pay them so little that they have other reasons for doing this job, like personal interests or generalized nuttiness. That would be awesome!
I first met Kevin McIsaac through the Taste of Fernie. At the time I wasn’t aware of the level of his involvement, but it dawned on me as the event grew and evolved just how much he and his cohort of volunteers (and friends) invested into this event year after year. From vendors to beer gardens to an impressive music line up to the infamous BBQ Cook Off (which became an event in itself), the Taste of Fernie was a community event that a wide spectrum of residents and visitors enjoyed immensely.
It’s Festival Season! For the fourth year in a row, we are packing up the truck and heading to Starbelly, a child-friendly music festival in Crawford Bay. The packing list is eclectic and extensive.
It amazes me how quickly we leave behind the rainy weather, making it a part of the distant past, when the bright, hopeful rays of sunshine warm our faces. Last month, to excite myself and our readers on the sunny days I was so sure we would soon experience, I created part one of my list of summer musts. So far, I have ticked off three and with the addition of part two, I have a lot of work ahead of me. I hope you are making your way through your own summer musts – August holds a lot of options, as you’ll see through this issue.
Ul-ti-ma-tum: A final demand, the rejection of which will result in retaliation or a breakdown in relations.