One beautiful sunny day, way back in June 1990, I went hatless at the bicentennial celebrations around Sooke Harbour. I was having a blast. The activity & cooling sea breeze distracted me from the danger. As an adult, I knew better, but… gosh, I got scorched!
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By that evening, the tops of my ears were bright red & tender.
Even the top of my head, where my hair was parted, sunburned.
Time to act more like a grown-up!
I’ve been a hat kinda girl since.
That was 30 years ago! I’ve been so good for decades.
phot by CD Miller
Recently, the dermatologist agreed with my concern over an odd spot on the outer ridge of my left ear. A small biopsy determined it was basal cell carcinoma (BCC). Treatable. A quick visit with a plastic surgeon removed a larger section along the ear helix, to be sure all of the cancer was taken.
This is me practicing caution & assertiveness. Awhile back, I learned the most common spot for women to get skin cancer is on the ankle (See: My Happy Daffodil Campaign – Pt. 1). Now I’m happy I paid attention to this little spot, too.
Today’s lessons:
BCC occurs most often on skin that’s suffered serious sunburns – even if those burns happened way back in childhood.
photo by CD Miller
This is the most common spot for men to get skin cancer. I guess a baseball cap might shade the face, but does diddly for protecting the ears.
Ageing has also presented me with dry, flakey skin on the back of my hands. I learned it’s from long past sun exposure, too. It’s called actinic keratoses – NOT cancer. But it is a precursor to squamous cell carcinoma (SCC).
Who knew there were so many kinds of skin cancer?
photo by A Fox
Whenever my specialist becomes concerned about one of my spots of actinic keratoses, he zaps it with liquid nitrogen. It’s a simple treatment. I gotta like simple remedies… especially to avoid the alternative.
The other day the ear surgery results came back – I learned that for this surgery, all cancer was removed successfully.
🙂
It is lovely to ‘Live & Learn.’
photo by SVSeekins
For a few years, I thought bluebells were lovely spring flowers & welcomed them into our beds & borders. And no wonder:
Each stem bears a profusion of bellflowers.
The bells dangle & shift delicately in the breeze.
Deer ignore the blossoms.
Bluebells are just so darn pretty.
Great masses of them are even prettier. Have you seen the blue carpets of English woodlands in bloom?
photo by SVSeekins
In the Pacific Northwest, we have similar growing conditions to the UK. Bluebells grow just as well here but aren’t as welcome. (preference is for our native Camas.) It’s becoming more apparent to me how thuggish bluebells can be – overwhelming whatever they’re grown with, especially other bulbs – – like Camas. 😦
It’s a pity something so pretty can be such a bully.
photo by SVSeekins
This spring, my challenge is to clear one bed of as much bluebell as possible. Here’s a “Before the dig” photo:
I do like the lush spring foliage of the bluebells, but can you see any of the perennials? Those plants are hidden from sunshine by masses of bluebell leaf.
photo by SVSeekins
A pitchfork worked well in the moist soil. Great clumps of bluebell came out. Apparently, bluebells don’t leave their survival to seed dispersal alone. Each bulb can produce offsets, forming dense clusters. Clever.
Check out how deep some bulbs were! The bluebells in this photo had only just reached the surface of the soil! That’s a loooong climb through darkness. Imagine how much energy the bulb had stored in order to grow that much stem in search of sunshine!! (If only we could harness that energy!)
photo by SVSeekins
Then… I started noticing how some of the shoots were creating replacement bulbs closer to the surface. Isn’t that clever, too? Another excellent survival strategy.
I wonder how deeply a bulb can be buried before it just cannot reach the soil surface & re-establish itself?
photo by SVSeekins
And THEN… I noticed how some bulbs were sending out ‘runners.’ This is undoubtedly an effective way of increasing its distribution in the bed! These bluebells are determined to take over.
photo by SVSeekins
There were masses of new starts– baby plants that likely grew from the seeds that fell last year. I tried my best to get them all. But just think about it — my digging has likely exposed more of the seed bank to the sunshine. More bluebells are about to sprout.
There’s no way I dug out ALL the bulbs. Many stems broke off, leaving the bulbs deep in the ground. Hopefully, depriving the bulb of this year’s leaf will starve it enough that it won’t grow next year. What are the chances?
photo by SVSeekins
I’ll continue to pull any that I find this spring. For now, the bed is clear enough that the other plants have access to the sunshine & a chance to grow.
I guess we’ll have to wait until next spring to see how well the effort pays off…
photo by SVSeekins
Back in the ’60s, Mom was a member of the Silver Valley Ladies Club.
Silver Valley Ladies Club Canadian Centennial Friendship Bedspread. Photos by SVSeekins
These days, a Ladies’ Club seems very old-fashioned. I’ve no idea what their official mandate was. I figure it was equivalent to the currently popular Book Club: women gathering to socialize & complete projects.
One of the projects that Mom & her peers created was the 1967 Canadian Centennial Friendship Quilts. Actually, they nixed the outdated quilt idea and opted for the trending bedspread instead.
embroidery by Freda Seekins
Each bedspread consisted of 24 personally embroidered squares. For just one lady, it seemed a daunting task to stitch that many squares, much less sew them all together into a finished product. So what the club did was divide and conquer.
embroidery by Evelyn Fox
Each month, the club gathered. Each member brought a square of embroidery she’d completed. Together, there’d be enough squares to create a bedspread. It was sewn together & the finished product would inspire the excitement to do it all again the next month.
embroidery by Jessie Derksen
By the end of the year, every member of the club had a Friendship Bedspread. Pretty cool, eh?
Mom cherished hers — so much so that she could barely bring herself to use it. I remember her stretching it out on the bed so I could check out each personalized square.
embroidery by Helen Dyck
Mom had embroidered a rose on her square — rose was her favourite scent.
Evelyn (+ Claude) Fox lived just south of us. They were one of the first young families to homestead in Silver Valley. They and Claude’s folks had filed claims in 1952. Building a farm from scratch was tough going. To make ends meet, the Fox brothers returned to Slave Lake each winter to work their sawmill.
embroidery by Ruby Fox
That same year (’52), the Franks & the Frostads also worked their land.
Jessie (+ Aron) Derksen homesteaded in Silver Valley in the early years (’53). I wonder if Jessie was a founding member of the Ladies Club?
embroidery by Sharon Dyck
Helen (+ Jake) Dyck filed for a homestead in 1953, shortly after my grandparents, Elsie + Joe Seekins. It took a year or two before Helen brought the whole family out. So started the ‘Dyck clans’ — 3 unrelated Dyck families creating farms within a few miles of each other.
Helen’s daughter, Ruby, wed Harry Fox, of the ‘Fox Brothers’ Sawmills.’ I recall babysitting Ruby’s son, Tim, and still tease him about that.
embroidery by Tina Remple
Jessie’s daughter, Sharon, wed Helen’s son, Harry Dyck. Sharon had the best strawberry patch out of anyone I knew.
Tina (+ Dick) Rempel also claimed a homestead in Silver Valley in ’53. They lived a few miles northwest of us beside a steep coulee. That coulee made the most incredible tobogganing slope. I barely remember their older kids, who hung out with my Uncle Rick. Tina + Dick also fostered siblings Corena, Nancy & Jerry Moses. They were great friends of ours.
embroidery by Justine Remple
Justina (+ Bill) Rempelmoved to the Valley at the same time as his brother Dick (+ Tina). They built homes within a mile of each other.
The Morrison contingent claimed land about a mile further on, past the Rempel’s. Astrid (+ John W.) Morrison helped out at their sons’ 3 homesteads.
embroidery by Astrid Morrison
Verna (+ Doug) Morrison set up house in ’54 in what was basically a granary. Like many homesteads, the granaries were built first. Folks lived in them during the summer, then moved to town each autumn, after the harvest. Once there was something more like a real house, families were able to stay on their land year-round.
embroidery by Verna Morrison
Aganetha (+ John H.) Dyck accompanied Helen (+ Jake) Dyck on their adventure. In ’55, they moved to the Valley with 8 of their 11 kids. They were all hard workers but knew how to have fun along the way.
embroidery by Aganetha Dyck
Aganetha’s daughter, Mary, wed Dick Fox(of the above-mentioned Fox Brothers Sawmill fame). Mary + Dick lived a few miles southeast of us. Mary’s daughter, Kathy, and I were in school together from kindergarten through grade twelve. Kathy still lives in the area. Last year, when Dad sold our farm, I was in the Valley during Mary’s celebration of life. I learned that Mary favoured roses, just like Mom.
embroidery by Mary Fox
Aganetha’s daughter, Susie, wed Dwayne Frostad. (Son of Myrtle & Earl, homesteading in ’52) The Frostads were one of my favourite neighbours to visit. Susie had 5 daughters, all fun kids. My brother Mitch was in the same grade as Bonnie Frostad. Once, he named a new milk goat after Bonnie, intending it to be a great honour.
embroidery by Susie Frostad
Aganetha’s daughter, Helen, wed Jessie’s son Gordon Derksen. Helen hosted the first telephone in Silver Valley. Folks would drop by if they had a desperate need to get in touch with the outside world. Helen was a great tailor. I chatted with her son, Melvin, last year. He’s still a Valley resident. He echoes Helen’s laugh & wicked sense of humour.
embroidery by Helen Derksen
Ruby (+ Len) Lofgren started breaking their land in ’57, then moved onto it in ’60. Ruby homeschooled her kids for a year. Then Len took the new job of school bus driver. He drove the Silver Valley kids, including my Uncle Rick & Aunt Star, to the Fourth Creek School. It wasn’t until ’65 that our local school opened.
embroidery by Ruby Lofgren
Jantje (+ Dries) van Norel emigrated from Holland to Silver Valley via Lethbridge. Her accent was so strong that I never understood more than a few words in any of her comments. Her tone of voice was always kind, though.
embroidery by Jantje van Norel
Jantje’s daughter, Betty, wed Corny Knoot, who had followed her from Holland. They set up their home in the same yard as Jantje. They farmed the land across the road from the original Lassiter Camp (the post-war federal project that surveyed & made the cut lines delineating land parcels). That camp eventually became the home to the Silver Valley Community Hall, where the Ladies Club held their meetings.
embroidery by Irene Hale
In 1964, Betty Knoot started Alberta’s first chapter of the Girl Forest Guards. The group met at the Silver Valley Community Hall, eventually becoming co-ed as the Junior Forest Wardens. Many of my camping skills were developed through that club.
embroidery by Donna Boucher
Irene (+ Jim) Hale were the first homesteaders in Silver Valley to successfully make a living raising bees. Their biggest challenge was all the bears. Most farmers kept some fields in clover to improve the soil. I was always thrilled when Hales rented a patch of our field for hives because they paid us in honey. So sweet.
embroidery by Audrey Rehaume
Donna (+ Rolly) Boucher came to Silver Valley in 1961, along with the Hales. Their kids were our age, too, so I enjoyed visiting. My earliest memory was that Donna made the BEST cookies, Rickety Uncles. Later on, she became a school bus driver, which I thought was pretty cool. Even cooler was that Donna was the first adult I knew to go back to school & graduate from high school. Many homesteaders didn’t have the luxury to graduate high school, much less go to college. (My Dad followed her example years later)
embroidery by Jean Scarrow
Audrey (+ Bill) Rehaume filed their land claim in ’62. Back in the day, the roads were pretty bad. Sometimes Audrey arrived at Ladies Club meetings driving their trusty tractor.
Jean (+ Andy) Scarrow decided to homestead after his sister, Audrey Rehaume, passed on the adventure bug. They settled on a parcel of land just north of my grandparents’ place. Our families used to visit & play cards. Neighbours played a lot of card games back then. Electricity hadn’t come to the Valley yet, so there was no zoning out for nights on end, watching TV.
embroidery by Leona Ritchie
Leona (+ Mason) Ritchie won their homestead draw in 1963. Their land was halfway between Ruby Fox and Helen Derksen’s. I remember Leona leading the 4-H Sewing Club when I was in my teens. She hired me for my first paid job outside of babysitting: picking rocks! Sometimes it seemed like young fields sprouted more rocks than anything else. Rocks were hard on the farm machinery, so we moved them out of the way.
embroidery by Evelyn Frank
Evelyn (+ Benny) Frank had one of the early homesteads, but they were ‘summer farmers ‘ until they moved the family out to the Valley full-time in ’65. Evelyn became our local hairstylist because she was confident enough to try more than the classic ‘bowl’ haircut.
embroidery by Doreen Petersen
Doreen (+ Marvin) Peterson’s application for a homestead in Silver Valley was awarded in 1963. After the 3rd summer, they stayed on the land full-time.
To be honest, I don’t remember who Maggie Rinke was, even though she embroidered a square on Mom’s Centennial Friendship Bedspread. Something tells me she was related to the Rehaumes… maybe? Silver Valley was such a small community that everybody knew everyone else. My memory is to blame for drawing a blank, which isn’t surprising, as I wasn’t even in kindergarten in 1967. So, I’ve been scouring the history book Tales Trails & Gumbo (c.1991) for clues. No Rinke families are listed. But Sharon Dyck mentions a John Rinke in relation to a school closure. Perhaps Maggie and John were school teachers?
embroidery by Maggie Rinke
Mom tucked her friendship treasure away, covering the bed with the old chenille bedspread, which she wasn’t as worried about getting dirty or wearing out. I have vivid memories of lying on top of the bed, staring at the rows of chenille & slowly pulling out tufts in a pattern, creating road maps on the blanket. Mom knew what she was doing. Even then, I was a creative child.
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Late-Breaking News-– a friend has tracked down & shared the great cookie recipe 🙂
RICKETY UNCLES
1 cup butter
1.5 cups brown sugar
4 cups rolled oats
2 tsp vanilla
pinch of salt
Melt butter, mix in all other ingredients, pour into the pan and press flat. Bake at 350°F for 25 minutes. Cool for 10 minutes, then cut into squares while still warm.
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Silver Valley Ladies Club Canadian Centennial Friendship Bedspread, photo by Laura Ritchie