My Stratford! a fond look at Stratford, Ontario

What Is It?

2010-09-07T07:11:00.000-07:00

On our evening walk along the Avon, I was startled to see a lady with two small dogs who appeared to be pulling little carts behind them. On closer examination and in discussion with Pat, their owner, I discovered these were not carts, but rather "doggie wheelchairs". We listened fascinated as she shared her story about the dogs who appeared strong and very capable of giving their mistress quite a run!

Haricot, 9 years old now, had come to her from the French Bulldog Rescue Centre. He had been run over by a car, and his owner had been so negligent that as he dragged his paws behind him they became raw, infected and were constantly bleeding. Loving care at the rescue centre and from Pat has brought him back to health. He has leather shoes for his back feet as he has some limited use of those legs and was constantly working himself out of the stirrups.This enables him to "walk" as he is able, but in a very supported manner.

Pearly is a more recent addition to Pat's family. She had been so badly abused in a puppy mill, that she has no use of her hind end. The rescue centre called Pat to see if she could take her right away rather than having her first adjust to the centre and then later to another home. Pat readily agreed. The wheels support Pearly's body so she can move quite freely. She craves affection and is very protective of any human who bestows love. As my friend was petting and playing with her, a large dog came by, and she seemed quite ready to attack if necessary to defend us all.

It is amazing the lessons one can learn while walking the Avon. Tonight it was a lesson in human love, and in the animals' determination to survive and to enjoy life to the fullest.

This article also appeared in Helen's column AROUND TOWN WITH HELEN HARRISON in Your Daily Source. September 8,2010

A Fond Farewell

2010-09-02T05:43:00.000-07:00

Summer 2010 is quickly drawing to a close. September 1 marked the final date for the Stratford Concert Band's series of outdoor concerts held in Upper Queens Park every Wednesday during the summer.

The venue could not have been more perfect. After the current heat wave, it was extremely pleasant to sit basking in a lovely evening breeze. Mare's tails strewn across the sky made a perfect backdrop for the gulls who soared overhead as if in time to the music. A large audience had come out to enjoy the concert sitting on the benches provided by the park system or spread out across the area in friendly conversation groups on lawn chairs brought from home. The Stratford Police Pipe Band was featured during the halftime break. There is nothing quite like the strains of the pipes wafting across the evening air, especially when they choose to play some of one's favorites.

This was not only this season's final outdoor concert, but for maestro Nigel Evans it was his final stint on the podium after guiding the band for the past nine years. He took advantage of this concert to bring us many favorites from his time as director. Stratford and the Concert Band will certainly miss Mr. Evans but, as he pointed out, we have a treasure in the band and they will continue to bring us joy over the coming years.

It looks like there is a wonderful series in the works for the coming year. Why not consider buying a season's ticket and cast your support behind this enjoyable part of Stratford's cultural life?

writer's note: Unfortunately I did not have my camera with me last night. These photos capture the essence of the concerts in the park, but were not taken at the farewell concert.

High Seas Adventure

2010-08-22T12:34:00.000-07:00

I traveled across town last week and got caught up in a high seas adventure.

No, I was not accosted by pirates - although I did see a few. I did not get sea sick - although there was a mighty storm and many people got soaked! What, you wonder, happened to me?

Well, I followed the scent of adventure and ended up at Memorial Baptist Church, where close to 100 children and 80 volunteers were involved in the annual Vacation Bible School.
Following the theme of an expedition on the high seas, the church sanctuary had been transformed into an ancient sailing ship complete with seagulls flying overhead.

Whales and dolphins swam in the craft room.

A talking chipmunk named Chadder starred in a video adventure that left us hanging at the end of each day's segment wondering if he would ever see land again and be able to stave off the evil intentions of the mutineers.

I think I have shared enough for you to get a taste of what happens at several churches around town when they host children from the community for a week of Vacation Bible School. Christian leaders spend hours of time and creative energy to help the children of Stratford have a great time while learning about God.

Through active games, crafts, fun Bible lessons, rousing songs, and amazing snacks, they share God's love with the kids who come. Thank you to all of you who volunteer to host these summer events. May God bless you and the children that you serve in this very worthwhile endeavour.

You can also see this article in Your Daily Source available at local coffee shops, businesses and laundromats in the
Around town with Helen Harrison
column on August 25,2010.

Fine Art Photography

2010-08-19T08:48:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I had the privilege of visiting the RPA Photography studio. Rob and Peggy Andrews moved to Stratford recently and set up a studio in their home on Shakespeare Street where they live with their two cats and three birds. Rob is a Fine Art Photographer accredited by the Professional Photographers of Ontario, and recently recognized in the National Image Competition of Professional Photographers of Canada as a photographer "with the ability to produce above average images for (his) clientele." (Press Release from PPOC May 12, 2010).

I was thrilled to see some of the exquisite artistry that he creates with a combination of top-notch equipment, an artist's eye for line and light, and a sense of adventure when it comes to the use of Photoshop on his computer.

Right now, until October 31, 2010, Rob is offering a special deal for pet lovers. He is calling it Puss and Pooch. (Did I mention that he has a great sense of humour.)For a very reasonable price he will give a client an hour of his time, photograph the pet on location in a favorite outdoor spo t as well as in his studio, touch up the photos and then provide a choice of pictures with half of the "sitting" fee going towards prints. RPA Photography also offers matting, framing, and mounting as well as other special features.

If you would like to see more samples of his artwork or to book a sitting, check out his website at www.rpaphotos.ca

A version of this blog post appeared in Your Daily Source, August 19 to 27, 2010.

Frozen Music?

2010-08-14T14:46:00.000-07:00

I heard an interesting quote while watching a documentary recently. "Architecture is frozen music" (Goethe) and "Music is a fluid architecture of sound." (Roy Harris) This interplay of music and architecture carried me back to the Stratford Farewell concert of Jamie Klassen and Megan Franken on August 13 at St. James church. That evening I was struck by a quote inscribed in gold across the front of the sanctuary. "I am come that they might have life and that they might have it more abundantly" (John 10:10)

Savouring the expansive romanticism of Brahms' Intermezzos, I allowed myself to absorb the atmosphere of this historic church. The beautiful stained glass windows, including small ones placed at the top of each gothic arch to catch the sunlight, the elegant castings on the lecturns in the chancel and the lovely banners adorning the walls made me realize once again how abundant our life is here in Stratford.

I have the freedom to wander across town on a sunlit evening to hear amazing talent on a beautiful instrument and to listen, centuries after his lifetime, to the mathematical intricacies of Bach's Preludes and Fugues. Closing my eyes I could envision the Roaring 20's flappers dancing the Charleston to the ragtime frivolity of Scott Joplin. For me, the piece de resistance was the fluid line and harmonic undercurrents of Liszt's Grand Etude in D flat major, "un sospiro" (Italian for "a sigh"), a nickname given to the composition by those who no doubt like me, felt their spirits breathe with the rise and fall of the melody.

Yes, frozen music, fluid architecture, abundant life... all in Stratford on a summer evening.

Farewell, Jamie and Megan. May you enjoy abundant living as you pursue your dreams. We hope you will invite us to once again experience "the fluid architecture of sound" if you ever come back this way.

Sunset in the Park

2010-08-06T15:21:00.000-07:00

I love to walk along the Avon at sunset.

The sky, the silhouettes,

The perfect reflections by the water's edge

The swans enjoying a bedtime snack.

There is peace in Stratford in the evening's glow.

Berries Galore!

2010-07-30T16:27:00.000-07:00

This beautiful summer weather whets the appetite for fresh fruit and vegetables. Just a short drive into the rolling hills of Oxford County, there is a bustling hive of edible activity at Sheldon Berries farm.

Ray and Peggy Sheldon bought the 50 acre property at RR#3 Lakeside in 1992. On a family outing that year, Ray saw bush blueberries for the first time and realized that the acidic soil on his farm was perfect for growing the luscious fruit.

He planted his first acre in 1993. I did not realize that it takes the plants 4 or 5 years of growth before they will yield a crop of any amount, and 6 or 7 years before they produce well. After that, as long as you prune out the old wood each year in March, they will keep producing forever. Having a blueberry farm is a long term investment. At about $10,000 an acre to plant and with a wait of at least five years for the product, the word "patience" takes on new meaning!

A few years after planting his first acres, Ray decided to also invest in raspberries. Over the past 18 years the farm has continued to develop and is now a thriving business employing eighteeen to help with picking, plant maintenance, and manning the store, where one can get buckets for picking or buy the produce itself. Beginning with strawberries in June, the season runs through to November, featuring the berries, but also rhubarb, peas, beans, tomatoes, cucumbers, melons, squash, gourds and pumpkins. The blueberry season which is at its peak right now, will run until mid-August, and the fall raspberries, just coming into their prime,will be available until early November under the high tunnels which help to keep them dry and protected from the cold.

In addition to fresh produce, the store carries frozen fruit, preserves, raspberry/apple juice, and fresh honey from the 26 hives that Vince Bryans from St. Mary's keeps on the property to help with pollination.

Ray supplies produce to the markets in Grand Bend, Exeter and St. Mary's, as well as to Woolfy's, McCully's and the Gentle Rain. In the fall, Food Basics and Canadian Tire carry his pumpkins and squash. With 10 acres of pumpkins, he does have a few to spare!

Regular customers across south west Ontario make their way to Sheldon Berries each year, coming from as far as Wiarton, Listowel, Palmerston and of course the more local communities. Many tourists also enjoy the country experience.

To get to Sheldon Berries follow Hwy 7, cross the Wildwood Dam and turn left at Hwy 119 to Medina. Turn left and continue until you come to the 27th Zorra line, the first road east of Lakeside. Turn right and watch for the sign. Call 1-519-283-6025 to find out what crops are current. Store hours are Monday to Saturday, 9 - 6.

Stratford's Own Music

2010-07-25T18:08:00.000-07:00

Stratford Summer Music is filling the air with guest artists, but last Friday night (July 23) at St. James Church, we were treated to a concert by four very talented teens from Stratford and area. The concert was a fund raiser to help with their ongoing studies in the fall.

Jamie Klassen, a very accomplished pianist, will be attending the Schulich School of Music at McGill University. As well as amazing us with his nimble fingers and sensitive interpretation of the classics, he also served as accompanist during the concert. He will be sorely missed in Stratford, not only as a pianist, but in his role as Operations Manager for the Stratford Symphony Orchestra.

Mimi Liu, as well as being a fine violinist, has a passion for social justice. Through her vision, Vivace Student Music was organized in 2008, finding instruments and providing lessons for students who could not otherwise afford them. This fall Mimi will be studying International Relations at University of Toronto.

To hear Daniel Ramjattan playing classical guitar was a joy. His virtuosity on the instrument made it obvious why he us a popular performer. His interest in music is diverse as he also teaches for Vivace, and plays electric guitar with the local alternative rock band, Thirsty Wench. He will no doubt excel in his musical studies at University of Ottawa.

Victoria Melik from Kitchener will be attending Wilfred Laurier's Music Program. She was a joy to watch both for her technique on the violin, and for the way the interpretation of the music shone through her face. She provided an extremely rousing and fun end to the two-hour program.

Once again, I feel blessed to live in Stratford, where people are so willing to share their talents. Good luck to these four talented students as they head off to pursue their dreams.

SSM Opens With a Bang

2010-07-20T14:51:00.000-07:00

Once again, Stratford Summer Music got off to a great start last night, with perfect weather for the concert on Tom Patterson Island.

At the bottom of Nile Street, we caught sight of a flotilla of dragon boats, festooned with banners and sparkly streamers, preparing to accompany the Summer Music Barge down the river, with the St. Mary's Children's Choir on board ready to entertain the crowds.
As we meandered towards lower Queens Park, tunes from the concert wafted over the evening breeze...jazz, rock, singers, bands. Those who paid for the seats on the island were treated to a varied concert with CTV anchorman Lloyd Robertson as Master of Ceremonies.

The higlight of the opening every year is an orchestral composition accompanied by fireworks. As it grew closer to 10 o'clock, the crowd of onlookers continued to grow. Stratford, as I've said before, loves a chance to party. So our citizens young and old crowded both sides to the river, the hill behind the theatre, the route along Snake Hill, and balconies of houses and apartments in the area, all taking part in their own way in the celebration of the opening night of the 10th anniversary of the Summer Music Festival.

Kudos and many thanks to John Miller and his associates who work so hard to bring quality musicians to the city every summer. Do try to get out and enjoy the fun.

Saturday Knight

2010-07-17T13:17:00.000-07:00

Another hot Saturday afternoon. I was walking home from a visit downtown when my eye was caught by a yard sale at the home of Susan Murar, the artist whom I have introduced to you before (See April 16, 2010). A 13th Century knight beckoned me to visit.

He wore chain mail, an authentic helmet, and had a grizzled face that looked like it might come to life before my eyes. Human hair from an old swordsman added a further touch of authenticity. Placed at the front of her display like a guard, he stood with vigilance as he would have so long ago.

Susan is an artist who works in a wide variety of mediums. If you would like to connect with her, call 271-8396.

The Fun Begins!

2010-07-16T06:54:00.000-07:00

If you are lucky, you will be able to take in the opening of Stratford Summer Music with the orchestra playing on the island while fireworks split the air at Lower Queens Park on Monday night around 9 p.m. Then the fun begins! Until August 22, Stratford will be humming with music, much of it free and all of it very affordable. If you need to watch the budget, or you would like to expose children to a fun concert series, head down to the War Memorial for the next 5 weeks at 12:30 from Thursday to Sunday. 3:00 p.m. performances are added on the weekends. Take a picnic, sit on the grass and enjoy the "Barge Music". The Langley Ukelele Ensemble who are playing next week are truly amazing. Plan to arrive early to get a good spot on the lawn. Ben Heppner will also be in town performing from Tuesday to Saturday at St. Andrew's Church for a mere $35. On Friday and Saturday evening, Pazzo's will feature "Jazz Legends" from 9:00 to 11:30, and the Church Restaurant will host a "Saturday Night Live" cabaret starring comic singer Bruce Dow. You can find more information about these and other concerts at www.stratfordsummermusic.ca

I will be out and about during the Summer Music Festival, so will try to keep you informed.

St. Mary's Heritage Festival - A Stratford Connection

2010-07-10T13:10:00.000-07:00

This morning I went to St. Mary's. I have always appreciated the beauty of the buildings there.

But today there was an extra enticement. They were celebrating their Heritage Days. The streets were filled with activity - vendor's stalls, entertainment, kid's activities, music and groups of friends out enjoying the beautiful day.

On the north side of Queen Street my eye was caught by an artist standing in a store window sketching. The door was open so I wandered inside and discovered "Creations" an intimate art gallery featuring the work of the artist, Mark Czajkowski, his parents Mary and Ed, and other local artists who submit work to display.

Born in Stratford, Mark began to draw as a child, and when he sold his first sketch at Art in the Park here in town for ten cents, he was hooked. He has been painting ever since. Now a recognized Canadian artist, Mark is a carpenter by trade. He worked in the props department of the Stratford Festival for about 5 years before starting up Czajkowski's Creative Carpentry.

As well as working in wood, his carpentry has taken him into creating with steel. A few years ago he built the intricate Tir Na nOg gateway off of Downie Street in Stratford. His newest creation, a Remembrance gateway by the War Memorial in St. Mary's, was unveiled yesterday.

It is quite lovely and worth the drive to see.

As well as being an amazing creative artist, Mark is a delightful person to meet. I encourage you to add a trip to St. Mary's to your summer itinerary. Drop by Creations Art Gallery.

If you time it right, Mark just may be painting in the window. He tells me he paints there an hour early in the morning and about an hour after his day at work.

Garden Visits

2010-07-04T17:48:00.000-07:00

My Stratford is a place of beauty where local citizens take pride in their gardens. Today I went on the annual "Garden Tour" run by the local Horticultural Society.

It was indeed a treat to get a glimpse into the various havens that people have created: peaceful oases, interesting plants, rich combinations of colour and texture. I always have a sense of awe when experiencing the creativity of mankind, but it definitely adds to the pleasure to have it displayed under a sunlit blue canopy with a gentle breeze to occasionally cool the wanderer,

the trickle of fountains to soothe the soul, and the sweet scent of blossoms.

It was an opportunity to glimpse masterpieces formed in conjunction with the Creator himself.

Thank you, Stratford, for opening your private gardens for us to enjoy.

July 1 - A Time for Celebration

2010-07-04T03:51:00.000-07:00

My Stratford is a place that loves to party.

Canada Day dawned bright and sunny with a cool crisp breeze. On Market Square, behind the City Hall, a tent city quickly took shape. A stage and sound system were set up, vendors arrived, banners were strung, the scent of delicious food filled the air, and hundreds of volunteers donned red T-shirts and took their places. As noon hour approached the square began to fill with people.

By the time we arrived at 12:15, the place was bustling and we were lucky to find a seat under one of the huge shade tents that had been set up.

Bronze stars were presented to the four citizens being honoured this year...Peter Mansbridge and Cynthia Dale by the city, Christopher Plummer and John Hirsch by the theatre. You will find the stars of former recipients embedded in the pavement on various streets around town. A spirit of communal festivity reigned as entertainment packages from Judy's Dancers, a Jazz trio, Emm Gryner and Steven Page were interspersed with greetings and a lively banter from CJCS radio host Ethan Rabidoux.

Shortly after 5:00 the crowd dispersed to get ready for the parade and evening festivities at the SERC site, culminating with another amazing fireworks show. The planning committee outdid themselves this year. Thank you for all the hours that went into the party!

Maureen Forrester (July 25, 1930 – June 16, 2010)

2010-06-17T06:11:00.000-07:00

Today is a day of nostalgia. The news of Maureen Forrester's death brought back a wave of memories, taking me to the Festival Theatre on a Sunday afternoon, where I sat enthralled, listening to her soaring voice filling the auditorium. In those days, (1967, 1974) there were no microphones used to amplify the sound, just the singer and the piano. In searching the Festival Archives this morning, I discovered that in the 1967 concert, her accompanist was none other than Mario Bernardi, and in 1974, Raffi Armenian. She also starred in the Festival's 1984 production of Gilbert and Sullivan's Iolanthe.

Looking through the list of concerts in the archives, once again took me to that place in my youth where Stratford was filled with the sounds of classical music every Sunday afternoon during the Festival season. What a time we had as young people being exposed to so many great musicians. These music archives can be viewed at http://www.stratfordfestival.ca/about/history.aspx?id=9201

Thanks to the Stratford Summer Music Program, now in its 10th season, music will once again be filling our city from July 19 - August 22 this summer. Part of their anniversary program features a group of concerts honouring Maureen Forrester. It is called the "Next Generation of Canadian Artists" series. You can find out about all of this season's concerts by checking on line at www.stratfordsummermusic.ca

So, to Ms. Forrester, thanks for the memories. Thanks for enhancing the Canadian music scene for so many years. May you rest in peace.

Return to Glenwood

2010-05-30T12:56:00.000-07:00

For me Stratford is a place of history...my history. I was born and raised here for my first 18 years before heading off to university. After traveling and working in various parts of Canada, my husband and I returned to Stratford to raise our children.

Yesterday I had the privilege of revisiting my family home, the Glenwood, now a B&B, for a reunion with my brother and sister and their spouses, and to meet the new owners, Bill and Christine.

Bill is very much a historian and has been gathering information about the house, in fact the entire neighbourhood.

Christine is an amazing cook, very adept at whipping up breakfasts and other delicacies.

In return for sharing our stories, we were treated to their warm hospitality.

What a pleasure it was to see our former home being cared for with such obvious joy and attention to detail. From the wonderful dinner on the "big lawn" (our childhood term for the property), to sharing a glass of wine along with old photos and memories,

to the wonderful home-made baking and made-from-scratch light-as-a-feather waffles with fresh fruit for breakfast, our return to the Glenwood is now a treasured memory.

If you are looking for a B&B getaway for yourself or your friends, do be sure to check out the Glenwood. I know you will enjoy the delightful hosts....and you just may have a history lesson along the way. See http://www.glenwoodbnb.com for more information.

My Neighbourhood in Spring

2010-05-24T10:24:00.000-07:00

I went for a stroll last night, first of all to the river to see the baby mallards. They are little balls of fluff right now, but they already know how to swim.

With the sun bright in our eyes, we decided to meander back via Cobourg Street. Please share in my enjoyment of the local home gardens encountered along the way.

As we headed for home, one final piece of beauty stopped our steps - first an auditory thrill and then a scarlet flash attracting the eye. Not at all shy, he posed for several pictures.

A Bittersweet Farewell

2010-05-09T16:10:00.000-07:00

Last night was a farewell, a bitter-sweet farewell in some ways. The 1913 concert grand Steinway which had been a part of Stratford's cultural scene since 1954, was played for the final time in our fair city. A benefactor of Ms Kati Gleiser, currently completing a Doctorate in Piano Performance at Indiana University, recently purchased the piano for her from St. John's United Church. Kati had agreed to perform a concert for Stratford, before the piano set off to its new home.

Many of us here grew up under the spell of the Steinway, the piano played by such international musical greats as Glenn Gould, Ronald Turini, Rudolph Serkin, Claudio Arrau, Oscar Peterson and Duke Ellington. It's history was tied in to the first twenty years of the Stratford Shakespearean Festival when a Music Festival ran alongside the dramatic playbill. I remember attending concerts many Sunday afternoons with full house attendance as people traveled from all over to hear not only pianists, but orchestras, chamber music and some of the great vocalists of the day. It was a privilege growing up in that era, when Stratford was so incredibly culturally rich and there was an enthusiasm and joy in hearing wonderful classical music performed by the masters.

Ms Gleiser's concert was beautiful. Although the Steinway needs a great deal of technical work to come back to her former glory, she still displayed hints of the rich timbre for which she was so famous. Kati handled her impeccably and with a very sensitive musical spirit.

So yes, it was bitter sweet...a sorrow to see the end of an era, but a joy in knowing that the Steinway, at 97 years of age, will be loved, cared for and used long into the future.

The Theatre Gardens in Spring

2010-04-29T07:17:00.001-07:00

I took a stroll past the Festival Theatre today in order to spend time in the gardens there. This is one of the delightful gems of Stratford...natural artistry side by side with the dramatic arts.

A new pansy bed freshly planted holds promise of a lovely carpet of bloom to come.

The Arthur Meighan perennial garden displays her spring colours.

As the season progresses this garden area will provide a constant change of "scenery". With identifying labels on most plants it is a gardener's dream. I often come here to see what is in bloom at certain times, so I know what to buy to enhance my own little piece of God's creation.

A row of blossom trees I had never noticed before, just below the theatre, add their beauty to the baseball and soccer fields of lower Queens Park.

If you haven't been to Stratford in the Spring, why not consider it? The town is coming to life in so many ways, and the theatre tickets are less expensive. It's a win win!

A Touch of Spring

2010-04-25T18:13:00.000-07:00

We who love to garden get itchy palms come Spring. We can't wait to release the child within, to get our hands in the mud, and to marvel once again at the beauty of creation and new life. With the balmy weather we in Stratford have experienced in March and April, spring duties are progressing ahead of schedule. Gardens that we normally don't touch until mid May have had the vestiges of winter removed and the spring buds have turned their smiling faces ton greet the sun.

Here are a few of the jewels from my front garden that catch my eye when I step out these days. They are too beautiful not to share.

Sculpture of Norval Morrisseau

2010-04-16T17:04:00.000-07:00

Mine is a city that invites the imagination to thrive. Many wonderful artists call Stratford home. Not only the theatrical and musical arts flourish here, but visual arts of all types abound.

On my walk home today I saw one of my neighbours out creating a new garden. I stopped to chat and she invited me in to see her finished sculpture. It stands 8 feet tall and is a 3D portrait of Norval Morrisseau, an Ojibway artist and Shaman who is considered by many to be one of Canada's most original and important artists.

When he was 19, Morrisseau recovered from a severe illness after a mystic ceremony performed by a medicine woman, where he was given the name "Copper Thunderbird". In the late 1950's he became sick again with tuberculosis and met his wife Harriet Kakegamic in a sanitorium in Thunder Bay. She taught him to sign his artwork as Copper Thunderbird in Cree syllabics. My artist neighbour, Susan Murar, has captured the dichotomy of the face of the thunder bird interwoven with that of the artist. I was captivated by the sculpture's eyes and the intricate details that pull images from his artwork. Back and front, both sculptures in the set display a wonderful array of Ojibway legends.

If you are ever passing through Stratford do take the time to look up artist Susan Murar. She is a fascinating and talented woman. The statue, by the way, is created from white plasticine.

Spring Flowers

2010-04-15T14:09:00.001-07:00

I wandered out with my camera today. My tiny tulips are quite stunning. I love the variegated striped leaves on the wee ones.

These little plants with the fuzzy leaves bloom pink and blue at the same time. I call it the polka dot plant because of its leaves, but I know that isn't its real name.

I am not new to gardening, have loved it and found it healing for many years, but when it comes to identifying...well, that's another story.

To all the gardeners reading this, I hope you are enjoying the hearty dose of sunshine we are experiencing. It is a harbinger of new life and lifted spirits after the dreary days of winter.

Balzac's

2010-04-12T10:31:00.000-07:00

The sun is shining. The trees are budding, and it is a great time to try out some of Stratford's cafes. Over the past few years the downtown core has been offering more and more outdoor venues for a quick drink and a pastry, or even a full meal.

One of my favorites is the tiny back deck of Balzac's Coffee. Surrounded by mature trees and vines, it bids the visitor to come and while away a few moments or an hour, chatting or reading in the dappled sunlight while enjoying a superb cup of cappuccino or latte. Drop on by, grab your coffee and head out the back door.

Don't forget to look up on the way through. Original moulded tin ceilings and a display of vintage coffee ads and tins are part of the decor, and of course there is the 12-kilo micro-roaster where the finest selection of coffee beans from around the world are roasted to perfection. As well as traditional blends Balzac's offers a variety of Fair Trade Organic coffees and teas.

So if you are hankering for a little pick-me-up, wander on down Ontario Street to number 149, near Waterloo and enjoy the ambiance as well as the coffee.

Visiting the Swans

2010-04-11T14:40:00.001-07:00

It is springtime in Stratford, and I finally got down to the river to see how the swans are doing since their release. So far they all seem to be staying east of Tom Patterson Island.

People are enjoying feeding them, and fortunately remembering to just give them grain or greens.

We still seem to have the bully. I couldn't believe how fast he charged through the water to keep the others in line. One swan who didn't do as he demanded got a royal dressing down.

It looks like there will be plenty of entertainment from the herd again this year.

The Swan Parade

2010-04-06T08:39:00.000-07:00

I could not be there myself, but found this video of the event at http://hughsonhall.blogspot.com/2010/04/rite-of-spring.html.

Enjoy the bagpipes, the crowds, and of course the regal birds who are now enjoying their summer home.

Imminent Release of the Swans

2010-04-03T17:19:00.000-07:00

Stratford's waterfowl are itching to be on the water. Yesterday we dropped by their winter quarters to see how they were faring.

It seems that they have caught Spring fever. Maybe they have sensed that tomorrow, Easter Sunday, they will take part in the annual swan parade. With bagpipes on hand to announce the occasion, they will march proudly past the thousands of visitors who come to see this annual event. The scent of the water nearby is good reason to drop the winter lethargy and pick up speed as they march, or should I say 'waddle', along Morenz Drive to the freedom of the river. With a final burst of energy they will race the last few yards down the ramp and into the water.

For Stratford, the releasing of the swans is like the initiation rite of spring. After the last bird hits the water, the crowds who come to watch will make their way along the trail the runs by the river. It is like we heave a collective sigh of relief knowing that we have survived the Ontario winter. The swans are on the water and there is a communal sense that all is well.

Soon the swans who have found their lifelong mates will be busy preparing nests and before long we will witness once again the miracle of new life as cygnets and ducklings entertain us with their joie de vivre. Easter is indeed a season of new life, of new beginnings.

Murder on the Avon

2010-03-27T12:55:00.000-07:00

Wandering down to the river for one of our first strolls of the season, we were surprised when three mallards flew overhead so closely that their beating wings nearly touched our heads. We soon realized it was not a joyful journey but a pursuit. Eventually they landed upstream near the shore with a considerable flapping of wings.

Other ducks began swimming to the scene. It reminded me of a school yard, when a crowd quickly gathers to surround children who are fighting. Gradually the onlookers swam away leaving the original three. As we drew near we saw the viciousness of the attack. Two males were in the process of killing the female, biting her repeatedly on the head.

Following our human instinct we tried to intervene, to save the beleaguered young lady. Alas, it was to no avail. Moving on we realized that although we may not understand or approve, the natural world has her own ways. "Murder" is probably too strong a word. Maybe we just witnessed the way of the wild, and should rejoice in the fact that we here in Stratford live close to nature in its purest form...the survival of the fittest.

Jack Returns

2010-03-06T10:03:00.000-08:00

It was a beautiful sunny morning, warm enough to wear my spring jacket. The chatter of the squirrels and the new tone in the song of the birds were definite indications that Spring was on its way.

On heading out, I discovered that Jack Frost had once again been back at work etching his beautiful designs on the windows of the car. It almost felt wrong to destroy his handiwork, but the market called, so his artistry had to go.

As I drove across the city, the scene changed. From the bright sun and clear blue skies on Cobourg Street, as I headed onto Mornington a gentle fog hovered above the land. By the time I reached McArthy, a thick fog was blanketing the earth. One could not not see across the field, and the new construction of the adult residence suddenly loomed into view out of the mist as I approached.

By the time I left the market some 30 minutes later, the fog had lifted. The sun brightened the scene with a thousand diamonds that Jack had left behind. He had once again been showering us with the beauty of a Stratford March.

I am anxious for Spring, as no doubt we all are, but oh, I do love the beauty of the winter landscape. Thank you, Jack, for reminding us how blessed we are to live in Canada!

Stratford's Singing Stars

2010-03-05T18:41:00.001-08:00

For the past two Friday evenings, I have had the privilege of attending the "Stratford Singing Star" competition. What a delight to see and to hear these talented young people who set aside their nerves and took to the stage at the Kiwanis Community Centre. Twelve contestants were able to showcase their musical skills for the two performances. What a treat for those who came to listen!

This week was an elimination week and the competition has been narrowed to six. Next week the doors open at 6:30 pm. Each contestant will perform two songs and the judges will make their decision for the great prizes that are being offered. I strongly encourage any of you living in the Stratford area who love music to come out and cheer them on. It truly is a great way to spend a Friday evening.

Laughter on the Menu?

2010-03-01T13:21:00.000-08:00

Most Wednesdays at supper time, you will find a group of us heading to Angie's Black Angus for some down home comfort food. We have just been running Kid's Company, a children's after school club run out of Memorial Baptist Church. The 80 to 90 kids that come to the church for a snack and life skills training, have us quite exhausted by the time we arrive at the restaurant. Early on in the Kid's Company program we decided that we would much rather have someone else cook for us as we visit and unwind after the busy afternoon.

Fortunately for us, the waitresses at the Black Angus have a great sense of humour. For me that has become part of the ambiance this diner has to offer. We know when we arrive that we'll be greeted with a friendly welcome. They are appropriately sympathetic if we have had a rough day. And if we are tired to the state of giddiness...well, they can ride with the punches pretty well.

They've learned that our corner of the restaurant is liable to be noisy and filled with laughter. They've accepted that we like our decaf brewed fresh. They have learned to put up with our antics, and respond to our teasing by replying in kind. They know that we love their bread pudding, and they're always sure to ask if we want dessert.

For me, Wednesday just wouldn't feel complete without a visit with our waitresses! Thanks, gals, for helping to enrich our lives. You're the best!

Dichotomy

2010-02-20T11:10:00.000-08:00

This morning I woke to a picture of dichotomy.

Outside one of my bedroom windows a beautiful array of hoarfrost draped the trees.

Outside the other, the magnolia buds seem to be enlarging and getting ready to burst into bloom.

Winter is holding on but Spring surely must be around the corner!

A Place Called Home

2010-02-19T10:50:00.000-08:00

“Stratford is a community that people return to,” commented the woman in the coffee shop. “Why is that?” I wondered.

I am one of those who returned. After living in London, then venturing to Nova Scotia, settling in Saint John, New Brunswick for a while and then in Calgary, Alberta, my path eventually led me back to Stratford. What is there about Stratford that invites the wanderer to return?

No doubt if you have been reading this blog for a while you have discovered some of the reasons – a sense of community, warm people, wonderful opportunities both in the arts and in sports. We actually returned to Stratford to be closer to family. When my boys were young we wanted then to know their grandparents here in town, and their aunts, uncles and cousins who lived within easy driving distance.

Stratford was a good fit for us in terms of educational facilities, church, health care, and extracurricular activities. There were piano and singing lessons, youth hockey teams, the world renowned St. Mary's Children's Choir just down the road, school teams, drama opportunities through Kids Chorus at our church, and wonderful physicians and health care support when our young son developed asthma that required frequent hospitalization.

Stratford is a place that one can happily call home, and if you happen to wander away as I did, you can know that the welcome mat will always be there if you should choose to return.

Hockey Day in Canada

2010-01-30T13:01:00.000-08:00

All week the excitement had been rising. Along the river, rinks flooded to perfection by our local fire department had encouraged many to head out for free skating and pick-up hockey. On Tuesday, the CBC began moving in their equipment. By Friday everything was set for the big day. Stanley and all the other major Cups had arrived.

A huge tent was set up for a community breakfast.

Most of our downtown stores got into the action with window and storefront décor.

Today, Saturday, dawned bright and sunny. Despite the cold, the river area was bustling with activity amidst an air of festivity and fun. Thanks to Tim Horton's Hockey Day in Canada, we had yet another reason to enjoy our beautiful park area.

Winter's Return

2010-01-28T17:11:00.000-08:00

Winter drifted back into town last night. The shivery -14C felt much lower with the blustery wind adding to the chill.

At times today one could barely see across the street, but the next moment the sun would be sparkling off the shimmering blanket of fresh snow.

This is winter in "the snow belt."

WINTERFEST

2010-01-25T09:47:00.000-08:00

This past Saturday dawned bright and cheerful and a sense of expectation filled the air.

When we arrived, Lower Queens Park was bustling with Winterfest activities. Our firemen had created a huge rink in the field below the theatre.

Ice had been trucked in to produce a Luge run for tiny tots, and sculptors had had their fun creating various figures.

The Aerial Angels were performing their high flying acrobatics.

Watching the children playing and adults visiting as we wandered past the many activities made me once again delighted to live in this fair town.

Winter's cold cannot dampen our spirits. Stratford is a city whose citizens like to have fun!

PICTURE PERFECT

2010-01-09T10:41:00.000-08:00

A late afternoon stroll in the brisk, cold air of the January deep freeze, brought us to a scene out of the past. Rinks of all sizes have popped up on the Avon.

Pickup games of hockey, children donning their skates for the first time, folks huddled in groups to talk, or helping to shovel.

This is community. This is Stratford!

BARREN ONE

2010-01-03T13:10:00.000-08:00

Bleak, barren, she waits.
Waits beneath the virgin spread.
Cold, unfeeling,
Longing for the days gone by
When she was the admired one,
When people thronged to catch a glimpse
Of her as, wrapped in sunshine, she
Played hostess to the world.

How still, how quiet, now alone
She waits in silence.
No crowds to cheer,
No admiring murmurs from the shore;
Just one who walks by disconnected,
Lost in thoughts of other days
When summer reigned.

"Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind

2009-12-07T11:50:00.000-08:00

The cold winds of late autumn descended upon Stratford yesterday. Braving the elements to stroll by the river, my eyesight collided with the vanishing dream of summer.

Yes, the ice has appeared, as if from nowhere, and birds that once could float upon the mirrored water now find their image on the hardened icy glass. Skiffs of snow ride like whitecaps upon the solid stream, while wild geese hang on to the pretense that they do not need to leave.

Our river bed has heard the call of Amiens from the tent up on the hill.
“Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;”
As You Like It (II, vii, 174-176)

Maybe not so unkind, yet enough to breed a discontent, as we look ahead to huddled walks mid blowing snows, and shivering toes.
“Now is the winter of our discontent . . .
And all the clouds that low'r'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.”
Richard The Third Act 1, scene 1, 1–4

Welcome, winter. What else can we say?
Living here in Stratford we know each season has its stay. And even if I do not like the cold, I will find its beauty here in months to come.

CHEERLEADERS

2009-11-17T08:44:00.000-08:00

Canada geese are gathering by the hundreds on Lake Victoria.

Walking by the river recently we saw (and heard!) the most interesting display. The geese were floating peacefully when suddenly they began to honk, louder and louder in a great crescendo of sound. One of them stretched up on his legs in the water and flapped his wings with great strength. Others also began to beat their wings, causing a great stirring and splashing of the water. Slowly they lifted off and formed their noisy V across the sky.

This in itself is not unusual, as it seems to be a regular autumn rehearsal before they head to warmer places. What we had never noticed before was that the birds who remained began to honk vociferously as if cheering on their comrades. This cacophony of encouragement lasted for a short time, and then the whole scene repeated itself, again and again until the river lay empty and silent except for the low chatting of those who had stopped to observe.

Autumn Came

2009-10-24T10:49:00.000-07:00

Autumn came while I was gone
And cast her gems upon the lawn,

Gold and garnet, emerald too,
And those of flaming crimson hue.

Autumn came, although unseen,
Her vestige masks the summer's green.

Hunting

2009-09-22T18:55:00.000-07:00

I went hunting tonight.

The cormorants have gradually been returning. On one of my walks I spotted 16 of them.

Last night when my friend and I were walking, we saw a new kind of water fowl. By the shape of the head, we thought we were watching baby loons. But no, it was the cormorants. I had not seen them in the water before. They are actually quite gracious and great fishers! Like a loon, they dive under the water and you wonder if they will ever surface. All of a sudden they pop up a little ways off, often holding a fish in their mouth. On the tree they look menacing...in the water, they really are rather comic.

So I went hunting tonight to see if I could capture a picture for you. They have pretty well stripped the top foliage from their present resting spot and tonight I saw one landing in a new tree. I wonder how soon they will ravage it.

It is all part of the natural cycle of life, and I guess I feel privileged to be able to observe.

EVENING CALLED

2009-09-13T19:24:00.000-07:00

Nature called,
Come walk with me.
Drink in evening's bedtime beauty,
Bask in the reflected mirror of the night,
Reach out and touch her dusky silhouettes, her silky shadows,
Dip your fingers in the crimson palette tossed across the sky.
Come walk with me,
And let creation touch your soul.

Big Box Story

2009-09-01T20:07:00.001-07:00

Last evening I had a rare privilege...one of the things that I love about Stratford.

A senior student from Stratford Central Secondary School wrote a musical called Big Box Story. It was a sell-out hit when they put it on at the school this past year. Our mayor approached the Stratford Shakespeare Theatre to see if they would work with the students to enable them to re-create it on one of our professional stages. So 38 of our teens had the opportunity last night to perform in front of a packed and cheering house at the Avon Theatre. All of the proceeds from the evening are going to the Foundation for the Enrichment of Education. It is a win/win situation for sure, one that shows the spirit of this wonderful community.

Keep your eyes open over the next few years for the upcoming career of Britta Johnston. She seems destined for great things! Her first musical was amazing. Who knows what will be next!

Art in the Park

2009-08-30T17:44:00.001-07:00

Every Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday from 9 am to 5 pm, weather permitting from June to September, you will find an array of artisans exhibiting their work on the greens along Lakeside Drive between Front Street and the Arena. For forty-one years now this unique show has allowed regional artists to display and sell their creations in a beautiful setting under the trees. Photography, paintings, sculpture, jewellery, wood, clay and glass are all for sale.With the artists being present to chat and share about how the pieces were created, for any art lover this show is definitely worth the drive to Stratford.

SHADOWS OR LIGHT?

2009-08-15T09:07:00.000-07:00

This morning on my walk I was captured by shadows. Intricate patterns tossed like quilts on the ground casting beauty on pavement as much as on the clean cropped lawn of my neighour.

Life has its moments of shadow...layoffs, illness, accidents, death. Is there a way to look at these life events and see the light creating patterns on the dark, rather than focussing on the darkness obscuring the light?

This is the walk my pastor's family treds right now. As Ben is getting weaker, they are choosing to focus on life. In the words of his mom, they brought him home to live, not to die. Instead of existing in the hospital, they are living together at home. What an inspiration they are to us all...a lesson on facing life's challenges focussing on the light.

Mirrored Pleasures

2009-08-11T11:55:00.000-07:00

This morning dawned crystal clear and the river beckoned. As I walked down the Nile Street hill, the water displayed an absolutely perfect reflection, a sight we often don't get to see. The rain that we've been having lately has done a better job than Windex in shining up the mirror Avon.

Reflected landscape

Mirrored water fowl

Reflected dragonboats and heron

Reflective thoughts:

On my way around the river I met a new acquaintance who chose to walk with me for a while, and later I encountered two friends whom I hadn't seen for a long time. My Stratford is indeed a place where pleasure often seems to come in double measure.

The Cormorants Are Back

2009-08-08T17:21:00.000-07:00

We have seen them before. A group of about nine invaded our Lake Victoria area a couple of years ago. Yesterday on my walk I noticed they are back, so far just three that I could see.

Already the top of the tree where they roost is getting bare. Cormorants have been known to strip vegetation, as well as endangering other species such as the blue heron, and eating large quantities of fish (the equivalent of three perch a day).

It will be interesting to watch this saga as it plays out on the Avon this year. I'll keep you posted if things change.

Summer Music in the Park

2009-08-07T13:55:00.000-07:00

August 7, 2009

A lot of things have been happening around town during the past twenty days. Let me tell you about some of Stratford Summer Music's outdoor events, where costs are covered by donations rather than ticket sales.

Three or four times a week one can sit on the grassy knoll by the boat house or on the ramparts of Veterans Park and listen to “Barge Music” performed by world class musicians. TorQ Percussion Quartet were amazing as they entertained us with a variety of xylophones and drums. I was sorry to miss the Chameleon Barbershop Quartet, as I heard from those who attended that their show was a lot of fun and not entirely “Barbershop-y”.

The Sax-O-Matics Quartet, added humour and a wheel of chance as well as fine musicianship to their presentation.

On the Holiday Monday, now called Simcoe Day, I wandered down to Lower Queen's Park to enjoy the OLG Bluegrass Blowout and classic car show. For six hours from mid-afternoon until dusk, one could enjoy the music of five different blue grass bands. There was lots of delicious food from various Stratford restaurants and cafes, a sectioned off Beer Tent area,
and a large area for people to set up their lawn chairs, and mingle with friends.

As the evening progressed, the open area in front of the stage became a spontaneous dancing area for many young children who were there.

What I like most about these events, aside from the music itself, is the whole sense of community that arises from people relaxing in nature and sharing a common experience.

This feeling is part of the wonder of my Stratford.

Sky Dancers: Leaping to a New Level

2009-07-25T14:01:00.000-07:00

July 25, 2009

How does one wrap up an amazing experience in a few words?

On Tuesday I wrote the Sky Dancers poem reflecting on the opening event for Stratford Summer Muisc,(SSM), and posted it on this blog. On Thursday morning I happened to be chatting with SSM's artistic producer, John Miller, and offered to send him the blog site as I am planning to write about more of the wonderful musical events that will be offered here over the next few weeks.

On Thursday evening, John was in touch with me and asked if he could offer the Sky Dancers poem to Dr. Andrew Gant, who is the organist/composer/and director of Her Majesty's personal choir, The Chapel Royal, St. James's Palace, London, England. Dr. Gant was offering a three part lecture/concert series here this week as part of SSM and wished to write a choral number that he would dedicate to Stratford Summer Music as a finale for his time here. John felt my little poem would be perfect for the occasion.

Between Thursday and Friday night Dr. Gant composed the music. The Tactus Vocal Ensemble practised it briefly and presented it as the final number of this morning's concert. Lively and boisterous at times, thoughtful and moody at others, Dr. Gant captured the imagery of the poem perfectly. What an honour for me and for Stratford Summer Music! I spoke with him briefly after the concert before he packed up to fly home to England, in order to conduct and play for the services for Her Majesty tomorrow.

This is an example of the magic that can be experienced in my Stratford!

Sky Dancers

2009-07-21T12:13:00.000-07:00

July 21, 2009

Noisy and precocious
They danced across the sky
Flaunting summer colours
In bright array
Across the stage of night

Symphonic tones
Trailing through the cosmos
Heightened the spell
Of cultural delight
With ethereal sounds
And phantom shades of light

Stratford Summer Music has opened once again gracing the shores of our picturesque riverfront. The music on the barge will entertain our noontime picnickers, and downtown streets will host guerilla minstrels, who'll turn up in the most unexpected places to add to the ambiance of our fair town. Local churches, restuarants, cafes, City Hall, as well as outdoor venues in Queen's Park, will offer an array of international musical talent. Many free events as well as recitals at very reasonable rates are running from July 20 to August 15. Check out the website and come partake in the Stratford Summer Music experience.

www.stratfordsummermusic.ca

In The Park

2009-07-21T05:58:00.000-07:00

July 20, 2009

Birdlings sing and soar in flight
Children laugh in sheer delight
Grey heads nod and young toes tap
Some eyes close for a short-lived nap"

Mellow strains fill the evening air
Soothing souls and lifting care
Music echoes through the park
The band plays on 'til the sky turns dark

On Wednesday and on Sunday night
Crowds convene to see the sight
Of concert bands who come to play
A perfect end to a summer's day

Thank you to the Kiwanis Club of Stratford for providing such pleasurable outings throughout July and August. Citizens and tourists, young and old, have come to appreciate this compimentary summer entertainment in Stratford, Ontario.

You Never Know!

2009-07-17T10:30:00.000-07:00

July 17, 2009

The breezes were stirring gently as twilight tinged the sky. Strolling along Downie Street, I soaked up the silence after the crowd had moved into the Avon Theatre for the evening's performance. Restaurateurs were bringing in their patio chairs and getting ready to close. There was a sense of quietude, of tranquility.

As I walked, I glanced up and there they were. Gargoyles? In Stratford?

Indeed. They rest atop the condo building across from the Y, as if guarding the area where our youth are known to gather. Memory took me back to a cartoon show when my boys were young where certain gargoyles came to life to protect the citizens of their community. Ah, imagination!

Some gargoyles have a rather scary look, but these ones are kind in countenance.

You never know. Perhaps they do come down to enjoy the sweet peace of Stratford on a summer night. You never know.

Evening Snacks

2009-07-09T18:54:00.000-07:00

July 9, 2009

Last night as dusk approached, the river beckoned. It was a beautiful evening, warm, with a slight breeze, too nice to stay inside. I was anxious to see if I could find the cygnets about whom I had written on June 21, when they were first born. I had heard about 10 days ago that one of them had not survived. Would the rest still be living?

It was a great joy therefore to spot the family receiving an evening snack. I was so pleased to discover that this good citizen knew to feed them greens. She informed me that the stores here are quite willing to let her have lettuce that is past its prime. This family of swans seemed very comfortable with her and ate voraciously, even taking a leaf from her hand.

The little ones are obviously thriving, still with their fuzzy baby feathers, but definitely growing and healthy.

We continued on our walk, enjoying the magic of the sunset, intrigued to spot a duck among the clouds.
Turning reluctantly to head for home, we came upon yet another evening feast. This time the hostess was serving corn, and an eager crowd had gathered to partake! Several swans crowded around her including the bully who I described on June 15, this time well behaved and even eating politely from her hand.

The newest additions to our waterfowl were there as well, a very interesting-looking pair of Chinese geese.

Night had definitely fallen. Reluctantly we turned our steps towards home, but our hearts were light with the joy of watching mankind and nature interacting in such a mutually appreciative way.

Parkland Variety

2009-07-05T17:11:00.000-07:00

July 5, 2009

Take time to walk through our less manicured parks in order to experience Stratford's more rustic beauty. In the T.J. Dolan park, just off of John Street, intriguing pathways call for further exploration. Wear your insect repellent and some good walking shoes and you can enjoy a natural hike along part of the Avon Trail.

This wild area offers short or longer hiking trails where you will see native foliage and blossoms that change with the seasons. The thought of what lies beyond the next corner is enticing and begs the novice to go just a little further.

At the East end of the Lake Victoria park system, on the south side of Festival Bridge, the entry trellis of Meadowrue Gardens invites you to to explore a nautralized area on a much smaller scale. Plants native to this part of Ontario tumble in disarray by the meandering pathway. While there you may wish to take a look at the new bed of reeds providing natural habitat for wildlife at the east end of the river, or hike along the abandoned rail line to Confederation Park.

My Stratford is a place to enjoy the wonders of creation.

ARTIST IN THE PARK

2009-06-28T17:39:00.000-07:00

June 28, 2009

Strolling by the river on Saturday afternoon, enjoying the somewhat milder weather and lovely breeze, my friend who does amazing water-colours, spotted a fellow artist who had set up at a picnic table to paint the scene before her.

We had not seen an artist at work on the Avon before, although paintings of the river and our swans are quite common. What really intrigued my friend was the portable easel/paintbox combination that the artist was using.

We stopped to admire her work and to find out more about the easel. Laughing, she told us about the two white geese that frequent the river who had come up to her and stood there as if posing. She didn't really want to paint them, but they “insisted” and wouldn't leave until she had captured them for posterity. I know our wild fowl often act as if they think they are human, but this seemed to be taking vanity a little too far! As we chatted further I discovered that Tamara was a singer as well as a painter and studies singing with Anita Ruthig, who was my vocal teacher when my children were young. What a small world! She told us she would be performing Mozart's 'Ave Verum' at the evening mass at Holy Name of Mary Catholic Church in St. Mary's. I decided to drive over to listen. It was quite lovely and brought back memories of singing it myself.

Yes, my Stratford is brimming with unique opportunities to meet interesting people. And sometimes, like on Saturday, our lives just happen to intersect in the most unexpected ways.

ICE CREAM

2009-06-26T15:04:00.000-07:00

June 26, 2009

The blistering heat of summer has descended upon Stratford, with temperatures hovering between 28 and 31 degrees Celsius. With the high humidity, we are definitely feeling the change from our long cool springtime.

A favorite spot on a summer evening is Scoopers. There you can find unimaginable flavours of ice cream, frozen yogourt, floats, smoothies, shakes, sundaes, and any other frozen treat you could dream of. You can even create your own delicacy by adding from a wide assortment of fruit or other more decadent toppings.

A few nights ago we headed there around 8:45. We were outside enjoying our cone on the benches provided, admiring the evening sky, when a group hurried up to the door. Sorry, closed! In all, while we savored our treat, at least 14 people arrived, some rushing to beat the deadline, some unaware of the closing time.

So, be warned. If you want a tasty treat on a hot summer evening, plan ahead, avoid the disappointment and aim to arrive at Scoopers before 9:00 o'clock!

MORNING MEMORIES

2009-06-22T08:47:00.000-07:00

June 22, 2009

After delivering my youngest, now in his late 20's, to the train station at 6:00 a m, I took my coffee down to the river. The reflections were serene as the river came to life with waterfowl diving for their morning treats and early morning runners making their way around the lake before the promised heat of the day. I traveled at a leisurely pace down memory lane.

When the boys were young, we would often get up before the sun and head to the island for a picnic breakfast. My husband loved the serenity of the early morning before the tourist crowds arrived. Those times remain etched in my mind. Feet soaked from the morning dew, we would play 'Mouse and Eagle', our version of Hide and Seek. I often wondered if anyone saw us hiding, squeaking like little mice, or watched us rushing around the island with 'wings' flapping, making great whirring noises to imitate the sound of the bird of prey swooping down to grasp a tasty morsel. In those days, we really didn't care. We were just having fun with our boys in the early hours of the dawn, stimulating the imagination of future writers.

Once more today, I walked with dew drenched feet, capturing memories. The sound of family laughter echoed through the years. Places where once we hid were now overgrown, but still magical beneath the morning sun.
My Stratford is a place of memories, a jewel caught in time.

LIFE LESSON

2009-06-21T14:25:00.001-07:00

June 21, 2009
A crowd gathered to watch, coaching from the sidelines, cheering them on, heaving a collective sigh of disappointment when once again they failed. The cygnets were facing their greatest challenge since leaving the nest.
The two oldest had already been out for their inaugural swim with the cob (male) while the pen (female) had continued to incubate the remaining blue-gray eggs in the clutch. These early arrivals had developed enough strength to climb the bank and join their parents, following their instinct to preen, using the serrated bill that functions like a comb in caring for the approximately 25,000 feathers that they will develop.

The parents had chosen a place to emerge from the water that offered a bit of a ramp. The four youngest, now on their first excursion into their new world, had been left in the water as Mom and Dad and the elder ones groomed themselves beneath the low-lying sun. It was at this point that I joined the crowd who had gathered to observe this lesson in nature.

Left behind at the river's edge, the remaining four repeatedly attempted to climb the bank. As they struggled valiantly to attain the shore, the crowd who watched were clearly intrigued. I found myself muttering, “Why doesn't she help them?”, wondering if they would die from exhaustion before being able to get out of the water. At one point Mom moved a little closer to the edge, as if to encourage them. I thought she would reach in and help them up, but no, she returned to attending to her feathers.

As I pondered this lack of assistance, I realized that I was observing a life lesson in progress. The ability to make it to shore was a skill they needed to learn. In my humanity I wanted Mom to help, to intervene, to make it easier for them. In the long run perhaps she, with nature's wisdom, knew that such assistance would actually deprive them of the opportunity to develop the strength they needed to survive.

We watched as long as we could, and still they remained at river's edge; she watching, they struggling.

I was away for the week-end. Tonight I will walk down to the river to find them. I hope there will still be six little ones. If so, no doubt they will be stronger. If not... I will need to submit to the truth that nature is not always kind.

Much of my information was obtained from Ivory, A. 2002. "Cygnus olor" http://animaldiversity.ummz.umich.edu/site/accounts/information/Cygnus_olor.html.

WRITER'S CONFERENCE

2009-06-17T21:02:00.000-07:00

June 18, 2009

Just a short note today to tell you that I will be away for a few days at Write! Canada, an amazing conference for Christian writers. I should be back to the blog by Monday.

Take care, and enjoy the place where you live!

GARDENS AND GARDENERS

2009-06-16T17:47:00.000-07:00

June 16, 2009

My Stratford is a place of exquisite beauty, with gardens to touch the soul.

A short piece down the road from my home is a garden that I have admired from afar. In my imagination it has become “the Secret Garden”. Lofty spruce with branches sweeping down to touch the earth create a natural privacy fence. Through the holes in the branches, last year I spied the most amazing blossom tree I had never seen, a tree totally covered with brilliant rosy hues. On a clear day, with the sun bathing the garden, one senses a myriad of colours beyond the low slung boughs. Everything I have been able to see looked so delightful, so enticing, with a wonderful blend of blossom,grass and ornamental leaves to perk up dreary corners. This year they had even added small beds under the spruce, with rocks, hostas, and a few choice blossom plants.

Today as I walked by, I noticed a sign stating that there were plants for sale. On my way home I noticed the pots up towards the house, and stopped by to take a look. As I was reading the signs, I heard a voice asking if there was anything she could do to help. There on the porch the owner was sitting relaxing. I told her how much I admired her garden, and becoming very brave, asked if I could see it. “Yes, by all means. Go on in. Take your time.”

Words can barely describe the array of perennials woven with artistry among the winding grassy paths. When I thought I'd reached the end, a corner appeared with yet another path leading beyond a pergola to a cosy garden shed. A jeweled peach iris, delicate columbines, grasses, and a few well-placed statues and crockery created a rare and pleasing natural gem.

When I returned to the entry point, the gardener and I exchanged pleasantries. I discovered they had moved here ten years ago, and aside from the first three beds which a professional had created for them, everything else they had done themselves. It has definitely been a labour of love. We left with a promise to do some sharing of plants.

As I walked home I realized that it is not only our gardens that are beautiful. It is our gardeners too!

The pictures I am attaching today are of city gardens. Perhaps another day I will get permission to share this special garden with you.

BULLYING

2009-06-15T17:25:00.000-07:00

June 15, 2009

It is with great sadness that I am writing to tell you that yesterday I was witness to a display of bullying such as I have not seen before. It happened here in my delightful Stratford, as I was out for a pleasant Sunday afternoon stroll around Lake Victoria. (That, by the way, is the rather elaborate name for a widening of our Avon River.)

I was taking photos of the duck situation which I mentioned on my first post (a group of 15 or so ducks, only 2 of which were female), when suddenly I heard an uproarious commotion behind me. One of our cobs (male swans) was on the war path! With wings spread wide and flapping furiously he changed another cob. The battle was on. He is a very strong swan, and quickly overtook the other, biting him on the tail end. I was relieved when the victim made his getaway. Head low to the ground in a menacing posture, with anger apparently unabated, the cob tackled the next living thing to cross his path, another swan who, fortunately being more agile than he, quickly fled the scene.

His vexation spent, he huffed and puffed and fluffed his wings, taking some time to regain his composure. When I passed by later, all was peaceful. It reminded me a little of the bard's famous quote.

“Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” William Shakespeare Macbeth Act 5 Scene 5

My Stratford is indeed a place of unfolding drama.

DOGS, CATS AND CHINA

2009-06-12T19:09:00.000-07:00

June 12

Strolling along Ontario Street, one of Stratford's main streets in the downtown core, my eye was caught by the beautiful hanging baskets by Watson's Bazaar. I paused to take a picture, thinking how fortunate we are to live in a town that values natural beauty to such an extent. The gardens here are phenomenal, as anyone who has traveled this way will know.

But this morning, as I lined up my photo, I became aware of the hanging sign, something I had never really noticed before. “Kids and dogs welcome”. That might not be so unusual if it were a pet supply store, but Watson's Bazaar specializes in fine china and other home décor. “Kids and dogs welcome!”
That is true Stratford hospitality in a nutshell. If you enter the store, you will discover three or four large cats lounging among the store displays, or wandering by to greet the shop visitors before going for another snooze. Obviously they must be pretty tolerant since their owner welcomes dogs and children into their presence.

Dave Bradshaw, the original owner of the store, passed away this January. If you dropped into the store in his latter years, you would often find him sitting in one of the carved wooden chairs near the front of the store, ready to greet his clients as he rested with his dog. Having been active in Stratford politics, and well known for his often humourous and sometimes sardonic letters to the editor, he was one of Stratford's flamboyant characters, almost an icon, one could say.

My Stratford! It is a place that welcomes cats and dogs amidst the china, a place that breathes originality, and adopts with pride those who march to their own drummer.

REFLECTIONS

2009-06-11T05:35:00.000-07:00

June 11, 2009

My Stratford is a place of reflection and peace. This morning as I went for an early stroll by the river, I was captured by the perfect reflections of the houses on the north side, stunningly beautiful and far beyond the capabilities of my camera to reproduce. Nevertheless, it offered a time of reflection as I tried.

My memory wandered back to days of my childhood, going for walks along the river with my mother on a hot summer's day. The Shakespearean gardens were a place of enchantment then, and are still one of Stratford's often unnoticed havens of peace. Approaching them from the north side under the Huron Street Bridge I discovered a patch of exquisite greenery, hostas of all kinds, tucked where only a walker could view them.

This summer I am determined to walk along new pathways to see what other treasures Stratford holds. Camera in hand I will capture them as best I can and each day that I write on this blog, will share with you another brush stroke on the canvass that is “My Stratford”.

Stratford in the Sp0tlight!

2009-06-08T09:27:00.000-07:00

This past week-end, Sp0tlight Festival brought a weekend of free Arts activities to Stratford. I discovered it quite by accident, as a friend and I sauntered along the Avon and thought we heard music.

Ascending the hill to the band shell in Upper Queens Park, we came upon a concert in process. La La La Latin was a bit of a hidden jewel, having drawn only a small crowd. Herencia Latina, a salsa band from London, ON, entertained us with a variety of instrumental and vocal sound, presented with a driving energy and a sense of underlying joy and celebration. To our surprise the pavement in front of the stage suddenly became the venue for a couple of Latin dancers. Later on I surmised that this was part of the act, but what a sense of fun these two dancers brought to the event. Saucy, sexy, and flamboyant in style, they certainly had the moves to interpret the sound! Before the end of their show they had several members of the audience, (and even a dog!) up learning the moves of a Latin line dance. All too soon, the music came to an end, but what a beginning to the weekend events!

Having been well entertained on Friday evening, I set my sights on taking advantage of some opportunities to learn. On Saturday I attended “Writing from the Core”, a workshop presented by Charles Mountford, Poet-in-Residence for the Stratford Public Library. It was a hands-on event, which challenged the dozen or so participants to think about our writing in a new way. Sunday afternoon brought “Where do Songs Come From?” presented by Kate Ashby-Craft at the Church Restaurant. Practical chat about songwriting, interspersed with some of her original work, lent itself to an enjoyable afternoon. Treating myself to a coffee on the way home, I was delighted to find a troupe of Morris Dancers performing on the street outside the Queens Inn.

The brochure states, “ The Sp0tlight pilot project celebrates the artists who enrich our lives and make out cities vibrant places to live. Most of all it offers you the chance to witness the creative process and participate in the arts.” There were only a few taking advantage of this marvelous opportunity this year. Hopefully it is a festival that will grow and see more of our citizens enjoying the fun in the years to come.

June 5, 2009 - Where are the Ducks?

2009-06-07T20:25:00.001-07:00

The call of a beautiful spring evening compelled us to walk by the river in search of the new cygnets, that the Beacon Herald had proudly displayed on the front page this week. The river walk seemed strangely deserted...not of people, but of ducks. Normally at this time of year, we would see many families of young ducklings following in their mother's wake. Eventually we saw one little one, and further along a mother with 6 or 7 young ones. Also noted was a predominance of the beautiful male mallards displaying their vermilion feathered caps; pretty, but certainly not conducive to a healthy ongoing community. Apparently we are experiencing a rise in the population of predators, who not only destroy eggs and go after the young, but also have been attacking and killing the females.

Looking at the cute fuzzy little ducklings one feels saddened at this increase in the death toll, and yet, without enough predators, the community also suffers. It's nature's laws at work, the law of supply and demand. When the fowl decrease sufficiently in numbers, the predators will move on, and once again the river will surge with renewed paddling of ducks each spring. We can only hope.