Under the big top
The temptation of the greens; and manor volunteer forgot the dishes
I keep going out to the course to see if it is open, but the white tarps are still on the greens!
I guess Robbie and his Greenskeeping team are trying to tell me something: Stay off the greens until they tell me – and the golfing world in Woodstock – it is okay to play! But – Oh, is it ever tempting.
Yes, I have been out just hitting the odd golf ball around the green areas of the course, but that's not going to help my game when I go up against the numero uno. Yes he's the man – Todd (the golf machine) Veinnot! He'll get me for that!
It has been a very interesting week for me. I had the privilege of attending a volunteer appreciation night at the Carleton Manor. The outgoing mayor was there as well. He missed his last official town council meeting to be there, so I guess he and the town value all of the work put in by local volunteers. There were over 50 volunteers represented. There were quilters, bingo callers, card players, bus drivers, dog handlers, musicians, visitors, ministers, pushers – of wheelchairs, of course – and listeners! I am sure that I have missed some of the activities the volunteers help with, but the workers at the manor know who you are and the vital role you play in the life cycle of the building and its inhabitants!
There is one volunteer who missed his last duty. Glen announced to the crowd that he would help with the night's dishes, but he was nowhere to be found. Holly told me she would keep your table's dishes for you to do when you come in on Wednesday. Thanks for your help, Glen – you'll get an extra salad next year!
Have you been down by the St. John River or the Meduxnekeag Stream in the last little while? The waters are keeping everybody on their toes. The Carleton County Room at the library has been kept busy with reporters coming and going getting the stories and pictures about past floods. They have been asking me about my recollections.
I remember going down to the creek and seeing the high waters when I was a kid and walking on the old bridge that connected the South side to the North side. But, the dates are not arranged in any particular order in my dusty attic. So I did the next best thing – I sent the reporter down to my favourite coffee shop and referred her to the regulars who usually hang out there! If they weren't there, I mentioned another good place for local historians to congregate is Wright's Esso on Lower Main. Clint is back from his annual sabbatical in the southern climes, and he is always ready to fill someone's ear with the way it was way back when! Hopefully there will be a big story in Tuesday's paper quoting some local flavour!
I usually walk home passed the medical clinic after work and have noticed the administration of the after-hours clinic feels the need to chain the sign to the railing.
Is this a sign of the times – we can't leave anything that isn't tied down out in the open?
That's it for me – keep safe and stay positive – hopefully the water will be down by the time you are reading this. I am sure Dee will have some good anecdotes about floods of the past in her column.
One other thing, do not forget about Mother's Day on Sunday!
I know you will be besieged by all the ads, but one extra reminder won't hurt!
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