St. Vital community correspondent
Anne Yanchyshyn is a community correspondent for St. Vital.
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In January, my jolly housekeeping friend Lucy begged me to write an article about myself for a change. Nothing too serious, please. So persuasive is her personality that I scurried off to obey…
My fridge was bursting at the seams with treats from several friends as I awaited my son’s precious visit from Toronto on Jan. 7, Ukrainian Christmas Day.
There was kutia, usually served first — the wheat, poppyseed and honey dish, with optional chopped walnuts and maraschino cherries — from Winnipeg friend Lorri, a “kindred spirit.” Unlike the cold porridge that it is sometimes mistakenly called, it can become addictive, all because it is so good! Kutia is now being served as a popular dessert all year round in Ukraine.
I also received tart shells and lemony filling, shortbread, red velvet cake and Nanaimo bars from Larry, a former student in the 1970s, and his wife Georgina (they are now grandparents); and, from staunch friend Sheila, two dozen perogies, plus, true to our heritage, a dozen pyrishky — tiny perogies made of yeasty dough stuffed with seasoned sauerkraut, to be slathered in garlicky butter and oven-crisped. In my earlier life this is what I’d often seen at bridal showers and birthday parties.
As I turn 94, I often look back at events of the past and find renewed energy in recalling the fun and friendships enjoyed during those halcyon years.
Here is one adventure from 14 years ago about three of us “youngsters” — me and the late Barbara Barnard and Virginia Andrew. We sat at dinner together, at times we took in mass together at Dakota House, and we drove together to the arts programs such as Winnipeg Symphony concerts.
My friends also accompanied me on shopping sprees. I should think they, too, are laughing from their perch at St. Peter’s side at this episode at Shoppers Drug Mart:
Picture this: a young, 40-ish assistant pharmacist facing three senior women aged 80, 81, and 83, all trying to figure out what they want.
One day last month I looked out the window and it was finally snowing — all two inches of the white stuff. It was so unusual for us in Manitoba to be experiencing snow-less surroundings two weeks into December.
Some days the temperature went up to 7 C. If ever there was cause to think about global warming, this was it. Instead, I chose to savour the weather and went for a walk down the street.
How do you describe the smell of air? Heady stuff — I was feeling fortunate to be here at all, in view of the number of seniors disproportionately becoming victims of the COVID-19 pandemic.
There was a lilt in my step as I moved northward. Up ahead, screaming for my attention, was a rainbow flag on the electronic billboard right smack in front of the local church.
The deed is done. All but the last one of my Lance columns from 2013 to 2020 are securely tucked into my Musings book, and the Seniors’ Word Weavers vintage stories from the 1980s and ’90s have been prepared and are included in Part 2. It’s a big — over-250-pages — book full of pictures, and should be out in early 2021, depending on what COVID-19 dictates.
(Correction: My book could be ready for the press in the new year, but because of the need to “keep our distances” I shall postpone sales till spring. Look for further details in my Lance column later, as well as in the next Louis Riel Teacher/Support Staff Retirees newsletter, and hopefully in KIT magazine.)
First, a bit of history…
I started putting my book together back in 2019. Winter came and went, and I can honestly say the months just flew by as the characters in my columns kept me totally entertained. Writer Anais Nin says it best: