Steppin’ Out: Ironwood Stage and Grill

My cousin, Peter, and I shared an evening at the Ironwood Stage and Grill last evening.  Scotty Hills was the ‘headliner’ but Amber Suchy REALLY impressed me.  It’s tricky finding her material for now, but just you wait!  I wish you had all been there!  Nice though, Scotty Hills seems to really advocate for other musicians and has produced an EP (Extended Play) for Amber including six tunes.  Pete generously picked me up one of these.

Amber Suchy

Photo Credit: Kathleen Moors©

Photo Credit: Kathleen Moors©

Photo Credit: Kathleen Moors©

Photo Credit: Kathleen Moors©

Photo Credit: Kathleen Moors ©

Photo Credit: Kathleen Moors ©

A married duo, Smokekiller (John Antoniuk) and his wife, out of Saskatoon was also brought in for the second set by Scotty Hills.  They were fantastic!  It’s always so much fun to learn of new music.  That’s why I always enjoy the Calgary Folk Festival and Calgary venues like Mikey’s, Blue’s Can and the Ironwood.

Photo Credit: Kathleen Moors ©

Photo Credit: Kathleen Moors ©

Photo Credit: Kathleen Moors ©

Photo Credit: Kathleen Moors ©

Photo Credit: Kathleen Moors ©

Photo Credit: Kathleen Moors ©

Finally,  original tunes by Scotty Hills.  Nice that there was a sax, horn and great percussion.

Photo Credit: Kathleen Moors ©

Photo Credit: Kathleen Moors ©

Photo Credit: Kathleen Moors ©

Photo Credit: Kathleen Moors ©

Photo Credit: Kathleen Moors ©

Photo Credit: Kathleen Moors ©

Oh yeah, and I know this isn’t a big dealio, but this will be my 1400th post since beginning my blog.  I began writing in September of 2001.  I turned to writing as I was trying to make some sense of what had happened earlier that month.  My blog really lacks focus and I don’t have many readers, but it has given me great satisfaction to keep a record of the goings-on in my life…music, art, faith, environmental concerns, family, good food and drink…it all sits under the umbrella…MAGIC.  I’m so grateful for my life!

DIY Saturday

Just briefly checking in with my readers regarding my DIY project.  I took a couple of days off from this project, but was back at it today.  My father was wondering with all of the close ups just what I am creating, so I slid the drawers in to the dresser to give him and idea.  Nearing the finish line with the stripping and sanding.  I will be purchasing a tube of wood filler and a can of primer tomorrow after Mass.

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To begin with…l

Headboard for a double bed.

Headboard for a double bed.

Yesterday

Yesterday

 

Four drawer dresser.

Four drawer dresser.

Baseboard

Baseboard

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Vanity with large circular mirror.

Vanity with large circular mirror.

Where are you, Morley Redwood?

It was a pleasant surprise, recently, to encounter First Nations dance, singing and drumming at the annual Calgary Spaghetti Western Festival.  I found the love song that Morley Redwood sang solo to be both haunting and beautiful. Not typically performed solo, I thought that Morley was courageous to sing with such spirit, in front of an audience at Olympic Plaza. I’m also posting a YouTube where Morley is joined by other drummers and singers so that my readers can see the depth of sound as several drummers and singers join.

 

 

 

Recently a group of First Nations singers has gone viral on YouTube.  This particular performance echoes, but is different from a Buffy-Ste-Marie tune that I used to listen to while painting.

 

 

Morley Redwood is Assiniboine/Cree from Cowessess First Nation, located in Saskatchewan.  He has been singing all of his life and competing extensively.  He has his own group called Bear Spirit. Singing is his passion in life and it has taken him across North America as well as Australia and England.

Bear Spirit Painting Borrowed from Morley Redwood.

Bear Spirit Painting Borrowed from Morley Redwood.

From the Saskatchewan Encyclopedia…the following

Chief Cowessess (Ka-wezauce, “Little Boy”) adhered to Treaty 4 on September 15, 1874, on the Hudson’s Bay Company reserve, at the southeastern end of Echo Lake, with his Saulteaux, Cree, and Métis followers. They remained nomadic until 1878–79, when they began Farming near Maple Creek in the Cypress Hills, and in 1880 a reserve was surveyed for them at Crooked Lake. While several band members settled there under O’Soup, Cowessess and his followers remained in the Hills until the spring of 1883. Education was always a priority: the first log school house was built in 1880 by the Oblate fathers; Cowessess Indian residential school opened in 1898; and Lakeside Day School was built in 1934. The Roman Catholic Mission was called Crooked Lake Mission until the community was granted a post office under the name Marieval in 1908. The 21,488-ha Cowessess Reserve is 13 km northwest of Broadview, and an additional 257.1-ha reserve (73A) is situated 31 km west of Esterhazy. There are 3,266 band members, 597 of whom live on reserve.

Where are you, Austin?

It was the last piece leaning against a wall at the front of the Gorilla House the night of the art battle.  I had been away for two months and it was my second week back.  There was a call out, “Is the artist here?”  I wanted the piece…badly!  Rich said, “Awe, come on…we’ll auction it and I’ll get his money to him.”  That was how I managed to snapple up this piece and with one serious attendee bidding against me.

P1120405 P1120407The week following, I saw a similar piece at auction and was thrilled to see a young man step up for the bidding war.  I asked Jess, next to me, “Who is that guy?”  Her reply…”Austin.”  I was thrilled to learn who had created my piece and stepped up to introduce myself briefly as I took his piece to the back table.  At the time of introduction, he was patiently explaining to the new patron how to handle the material that he has been using for his work.  He wanted to be certain that the client knew that the edges were rough and had some potential for being dangerous, so handle with care…buff edges…that sort of thing.  I was impressed.

Funny thing happened earlier today…not even certain how it happened, but I learned that Austin is the son of a former student and friend.  I taught Deb at Holy Cross back in 1979, my first year in Calgary.  She describes herself as being the proudest momma grizzly of two of the greatest bear cubs on the planet, her beautiful and talented son and her equally talented daughter, Kassandra.  I laugh because earlier in her dialogue with me about her kids, she referred to them as her two goats…so, take it for what it is.

Austin was born in Burnaby, British Columbia and moved to Calgary in 1995.  He began making art at a very early age, experimenting with different mediums and approaches.  Many of us observe artists at work and wonder what goes on in their minds as they produce art works.  Deb is no different, but is amazed at how Austin appears to make art without fear of the outcome, but an intense pleasure in the process.  He received his first award in grade twelve when he created this graphite still life.  Of Austin, Deb says that she is so proud to call him her son.  I say, I’m so absolutely thrilled to have reconnected with Deb and now, surprisingly, to have a piece of her son’s amazing work!

Graphite Still Life created by Austin.

Graphite Still Life created by Austin.

Here are two photographs of Austin and his creation, the night that I met him.  I think that we will be seeing more of this young man’s work!

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SOLD!

SOLD!

The Pleasures of Beautiful Food: Belleville Farmer’s Market

Dad and I picked up fresh produce at the Belleville Farmer’s Market on Front Street.  We also bought the lamb that Dad prepared, using a combination of Barb’s recipe and one he found on line.  I know that my readers enjoy markets as much as I do!  Summer is wonderful for the possibilities of purchasing from local producers.  I would not have met Peter Paylor, Lisa Morris and their friends had I not wandered down to the Market a few times over my stay with Dad.

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The Pleasures of Beautiful Food: Cold Creek Winery in Frankford

P1120343Along with the tomatoes I have been harvesting off of my back yard plants…some cheese…crackers and crunchy pickles, I enjoyed my last bottle of Dad’s ‘red’ just recently.  Mid-June, Dad and I drove to Frankford where he’s been making his wine for several years and got a batch started.  Along my drive home on the Trans Canada, I had a glass of red each evening after coming off the highway.  The five bottles packaged up in the back of the van have drummed up a lot of beautiful shared memories since I’ve been home, so I wanted to write a post about the process and person behind Dad’s ‘home made’.

We drove to Frankford, Ontario to Dave’s spot, Cold Creek Winery on Mill Street.

Cold Creek Winery, Frankford

Cold Creek Winery, Frankford

Dave has been friends with Mom and Dad for many years and Dad has been purchasing wine kits from Dave for just as long.  Dave is warm and friendly with everyone who enters his little shop.  He offers so much more than a service and generates friendships that last for years. I don’t think we have anything like this establishment here in Alberta, so I was amused by every aspect of the process.  I was even surprised that, displayed in the front of the store, there were consigned antiques, china and crystal that were being sold.

The process of making wine, without fruit, begins with the purchase of a wine kit…something that DOES happen in Alberta, but from that point here at home, the consumer is on his/her own.  In that approach, much is required in terms of equipment, time and storage.  So, wine makers have some options.

Front Store Window

Front Store Window

Retail space where the community members stop in for visiting and shared laughs.

Retail space where the community members stop in for visiting and shared laughs.

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Heh!  Look what was hanging out in the back room!  Whoot!

Heh! Look what was hanging out in the back room! Whoot!

Corker

Corker

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The Pleasures of Beautiful Food: Thank you, Jenny

Mom and Dad used to stop and have a piece of pie at Jenny’s Country Lane Coffee Shoppe & Restaurant.  Dad always mentions the coconut creme, but the day I went along with him, I had my favourite, lemon meringue.  It’s a tough thing, losing the person you love and for countless reasons.  One of the difficult things is returning to the places where you shared your conversations…the places where you shared beautiful food…the places that you, as a couple, shared with friends and family over many years.

One of those places, for my Dad, is Jenny’s.  Located in the lovely town of Stirling, on Mill Street, Jenny’s is occupied by ‘regulars’ and exudes friendliness and good aromas. On that particular day, everything about the experience of having pie at Jenny’s was different because we didn’t have Mom to share it.

North of Belleville, my parents loved sharing the drive to Stirling together.  Honestly, my parents enjoyed sharing ANY drives…and usually they found something entertaining to do before they turned their car around again to head home.

Jenny is busy writing down a wee history for me to include here, so stay posted. I hope that if my readers are out that way, they might stop in.  Jenny’s is open Monday – Sunday 5:30 a.m. to 3:00 p.m.

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Mom used to buy little gifts and spiritual books in this neighbouring shop, Hearts To God

Mom used to buy little gifts and spiritual books in this neighbouring shop, Hearts To God

Stirling Jenny's Country Lane Interior Jenny's Country Lane Pies

DIY Monday

I purchased my Black and Decker Mouse some years ago for projects just like this one.  Things seem to be coming along…as the paint gets down on certain surfaces, I begin lightly sanding in preparation for primer and at the same time, begin fresh surfaces on new pieces.  I had a visit with Breanna Stone this morning…really looking forward to writing a wee sketch about the goings-on in her life since grade seven.  What a blessing to have such time…a treasure indeed!

This is going to be brief.  I have to go to the dentist later in the afternoon and I need to go and do some deep breathing.  I really don’t do well handling the anxiety around these visits.

To begin with...l

To begin with…

Today

Today

The Mouse: Awesome!

The Mouse: Awesome!

Get into those hard-to-reach-places. :0)

Get into those hard-to-reach-places. :0)

Following one layer of Heirloom product and leaving remover on for 20 full minutes.

Following one layer of Heirloom product and leaving remover on for 20 full minutes.

DIY Sunday With Jann Arden

After Mass today, I stopped at a store to replenish my DIY supplies.

Max and I headed out for some off-leash fun and then after a quick lunch, I started up some tunes (Jann Arden) and continued on with the bedroom furniture prep.

Today’s readings at Mass really spoke to me for a whole number of reasons.  The following song causes me to think again about the Gospel reading, Luke 13: 22-30.

I began my session of stripping furniture today with some new tools…beautiful rubber gloves and a new paint stripping tool!  I also picked up, upon someone’s recommendation, some Heirloom paint stripping gel.  The work went remarkably well. Now, to put my feet up.

Heirloom Paint Remover, Fancy Paint Stripper and New Black Gloves

Heirloom Paint Remover, Fancy Paint Stripper and New Black Gloves

Head Board Coming Along

Head Board Coming Along

Yesterday

Yesterday

Today

Today

Things are happening here.

Things are happening here.

Unlike the Heirloom promotional video, this is what my first application and stripping looks like!  Not so easy as presented.

Unlike the Heirloom promotional video, this is what my first application and stripping looks like! Not so easy as presented.

The mess would drive some people bonkers.

The mess would drive some people bonkers.

I’m starting to think about what artist I’m going to be exploring on these next three pieces of furniture for my bedroom.  At the moment, I’m thinking about Chagall’s Madonna or his Abraham and Three Angels.  I want to use a colour scheme that includes Pthalo Blue and a rich deep earthy orange.  I might go a whole other direction, but just for this time, this is what I’m thinking.

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The Pleasures of Beautiful Food: Thank You, Morley and Barb

I didn’t just skulk around in cemeteries this past summer, researching family history.  I didn’t just explore old buildings and try to unlock the stories they revealed.  My father and I enjoyed some wonderful foods!  There is nothing like produce purchased at the markets of the Quinte region…things coming into season and sold at a fantastic price.  You have to love summer!  My father prepared all of my dinners for me, usually accompanied by his house red, and he is a marvelous chef!  It was a joy to share meal times with my Dad.

One evening, though, Morley and Barb had us over for a lamb barbecue.  Not only were our hosts very gracious, but they served up for me, one of the most aesthetically beautiful meals of the summer.  Dad and I were having a tough time with our grief and once Morley’s home made white came out and dinner was served, we were feeling the pleasures of support and friendship.  Isn’t it true?  Friendship makes all food taste better!

P1110547 P1110548 P1110549 P1110550I know…it’s the strangest thing that people these days are so preoccupied with taking photographs of their food.  When my Mom prepared so many beautiful feasts, we didn’t collect photographs of her culinary delights.  Not many photographs of meals have survived from the 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s or 90s.  I know that once cookbooks began to include glossy photographs, people went nuts over cooking.  There is no record of what our mother’s/grandmother’s good food looked like as it was served.  Does anyone have a photo of a meal from previous decades that they would like to share? I wonder what future generations will think of our vast portfolio of dinner plates.  This meal simply cried out to be archived.

Dad sent me this recipe via electronic mail if my readers wish to try the lamb.

(This is what I got from Barb.  She does quantities like you lol)

slit cloves of garlic
rosemary          
Thyme            
pickled garlic – use lots
Lime juice

(Barb rubbed everything on the lamb and then put it, along with the lime juice in a bag and marinaded the whole thing for a few hours or over night in fridge.)

Then Dad got this recipe off the internet.
1/4 cup olive oil                     1 tablespoon fresh thyme chopped
1 tbs fresh basil chopped    2 tsp. fresh rosemary
2 cloves of garlic minced (not nearly enough)
zest of 1 lemon
1 stp. salt            1/4 TSP BLACK PEPPER ( NOT ENOUGH FOR DAD)

Notice the ingredients are nearly the same
PS: this is from the recipe

Combine oil,thyme,basil,rosemary and garlic,lemon zest-salt & pepper in a bowl.Dip the lamb chops into mixture and coat evenly (I know Barb rubs it in the meat) cover the chops and refrigerate for at a minimum 30 minutes preheat the grill (oven). Grill about 5 minutes per side.Chops should be browned on both sides.

There now maybe I can finish making my cauliflower soup YUMMY