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Who Are You? Where Are You? Our Hero
Do you realize you may have saved two lives on that cold November 5th morning? Earlier in October, I had made arrangements to have some changes made to the TV programming in my apartment. The appointment had been set for November 5th between 8AM and 5PM. On Sunday, November 3rd, my sister Gertrude came from St. John's to visit me in Grand Falls-Windsor. After a day catching up on the latest home and family gossip, calling family and friends, and watching TV, we retired at a half-decent hour. The next morning we went shopping and spent the afternoon at a friend's home playing cards and sharing the day. We finally went to bed at 2AM. At 9AM the next day, my telephone rang, waking me from a sound sleep. I reached to answer it quickly so I wouldn't wake Gertrude. It was the Rogers TV man. "I'll be there in 10 or 15 minutes," he informed me. I jumped out of bed to get dressed. My bedroom carpet was soaking wet and icy cold. I ran to the bathroom and stepped into about two inches of ice-cold water on the floor. Besides that, I could sound like fast running water. My first thought was, "Oh, I must have left the shower running." I checked it and found that I hadn't. Then, "I must have left the tap running and clogged the sink." I hadn't. I ran into Gertrude's room and stepped into another soaked carpet. She was sound asleep. "Get up, get up!" I screamed. "We're being flooded!" She jumped out of bed in her see-through nightie, sharing my shock on feeling the icy water. Her slippers, which were near her bed, were soaking wet. At that point, the doorbell rang. I ran to the door in my pyjamas, and opened it; it was the Rogers TV man. "Come in, come in!" I yelled, "We're being flooded!" He didn't hesitate but I'm sure he must have wondered what the heck was going on. He was with two elderly women, running around in their nightclothes and screaming about "the flood". He could also hear the sound of fast running water coming from somewhere. He followed the sound and followed himself in the bathroom with its flooded floor. It didn't take him very long to find the cause and stop the deluge. He took a photo with his cell phone and showed us the broken pipe. By this time the water had reached all the way through the living room and to the front porch. God alone knows when the pipe broke or how long the water had been running. When we went to bed at 2AM everything was fine. We all knew by then that our hero couldn't possibly do anything with the TV, so he said he would leave now and that I could make another appointment when things cleared up. He left with our undying gratitude and closed the door behind him. This was the time for us to get dressed, we thought. I went to my bedroom to get my wet clothes while Gertrude brought hers to the living room, the only half-dry place in the apartment. She stripped off her wet nightie and was drying herself when the front door opened. It was our hero, but he was a perfect gentleman and closed the door quicker than he opened it. After she dressed, she went to the door and found him still patiently waiting. He told us that he had asked our next-door neighbour for permission for us to use her bathroom facilities. What a thoughtful man! All from his own kind concern, too. After making sure we were all right, he left again. That night, we stayed at the Mount Peyton Hotel in Grand Falls-Windsor and the next morning, we were kindly allowed to share a room at Lane's Kingway Living, the beautiful new retirement home there. I'm still living at the home, having been accepted as a resident, but Gertrude has returned to her home in St. John's. I am sure neither of us will ever forget the day we met our hero. I hope that Rogers can identify our hero. They can be justifiably proud of such an employee. Margaret Rose Grand Falls-Windsor
Central Newfoundland and Fogo Island
Okay Downhome, This is the last article I will send you. I hope you have enjoyed the ones you have received as much as I have enjoyed writing them, after I had such a god time being a part of what I would write about in your province! Thanks again for running the first article through your social media. If you want to run any of the others or just the videos we made, feel free! Have yourself a wonderful Friday, and my best to you, Stephen Harris https://www.bigbeaverdiaries.com/central-newfoundland-and-fogo-island/
L'Anse aux Meadows Viking Settlement Newfoundland
Downhome, Well, this is the second-last article I will send you on your wonderful province. This is my take on L'Anse aux Meadows. Feel free to share the article and the video. You have an underappreciated and beautiful province. Have a wonderful day and stay fantastic! My best, Stephen Harris :) https://www.bigbeaverdiaries.com/lanse-aux-meadows-viking-settlement-newfoundland/
Article - Cod Fishing in Newfoundland: Pollards Point
Downhome, Thank you so much for running my article through your social media! That is really awesome of you! :) I have two more I will send you. My girlfriend says that this is the best of the bunch because it shows the small town part of Newfoundland. It is cod life! This is from my girlfriend's hometown of Pollards Point, and the wonderful day we had out cod fishing. More exposure needs to be made of the wonderful place on earth that is your home. Newfoundland is incredible. Have a wonderful day, Stephen Harris https://www.bigbeaverdiaries.com/cod-fish-in-newfoundland-pollards-point/
Our Newfoundland Connection
Our grandson Jon trained as a paramedic in Ontario but his first job offer was a position in Corner Brook, Newfoundland. When my wife and I made our first trip to visit him, we found the people there the friendliest and warmest we had ever met. We were welcomed into the homes of his co-workers, and treated to great food and music. Jon and I shared a memorable day when we went zip lining on Marble Mountain. We also took the time to tour St. John's and learn a little of the history of Newfoundland. We also met a young woman named Christa that would later become Jon's wife and mother to two wonderful children that we are proud to call [great] grandchildren. Shortly after we returned to Ontario, my cousin sent me a letter that her mother had given her a few years before she passed away. In it was a lot of details about my grandmother that I had either forgotten about or had not heard. It turns out that she was not born in Boston as I had always thought. Growing up, she told me stories about her time as a waitress in one of the large restaurants in Boston and had left when her father Peter Morrissey and her brother William had both been killed in an explosion while blasting rock for the railroad around Perry Sound in 1906. It turns out my grandmother was not an American as I had always thought, but she was not a Canadian either. She was one of nine children born in Holyrood in 1884, long before Newfoundland became a part of Canada. Our first trip to Newfoundland was more than a visit to see Jon, although I was not aware at the time, we were going home... and meeting some great people. A few years later, Jon joined the RCMP and his first posting was to Bonavista, so we had a second chance to go visit and meet more of those great people, and even get "Screeched In" at O'Reilly's in St. John's. I also found many of the gravestones of my family. One of my ancestors was Thomas Furey. He and his sons ran fishing boats, so he was the original "Captain Furey." Jon recently moved to St. Anthony. That means another trip next year, another chance to enjoy the warmth and hospitality of Newfoundland, and this time we are bringing several members of the family who have not had the pleasant experience of "the Rock." Really looking forward to our third trip. Jon gave us a subscription to Downhome a few years ago and we look forward to receiving it for the many interesting stories and photos. Fred Smith Smithville, ON
Gardening Question for Ross Traverse
I love Lupins but I have a difficult time getting them to grow in my garden. Other people have also mentioned that they have a difficult time when transplanting them. Several times I have dug them up on the side of the road and planted them (lovingly) in my garden only to find out next year the ground has swallowed every trace. I thought they would grow everywhere. What am I doing wrong?
Question for "Why is That?"
Why do we see 'stars' when by accident we hit our head? Why do people say 'it went down the wrong way' when we choke on a piece of food? Food can only go one way and that is down. What is the history of fortune cookies? When and why did the cake become such a big deal/important at weddings?
For the past twenty-five years, my wife Holly and I have returned to Newfoundland to visit family and friends and to visit the many outstanding sites throughout the province. This year we drove and took one of our grandsons, a thirteen year old, on our three week adventure. We were driving on a rainy Sunday afternoon on the Viking Trail, about 150 kilometers south of St. Anthony. We were trying to avoid the many highway potholes and unfortunately we hit a deep one and had a tire blowout. We did not have the correct wheel wrench to remove the blown tire. A few very kind drivers stopped to assist but none had the correct tool either. To our pleasant surprise, a very kind gentleman named Brad Genge from nearby Anchor Point, going in the opposite direction from where we were heading, turned around and stopped to help us. He did not have the correct size socket wrench either, but he then turned around and went back to his home only to return again with his many tools. Finding the right size socket, he proceeded to change our tire. We tried to pay Brad for his services but he refused to accept anything and wished us a Happy Anniversary, which we were celebrating. The next day we went to Maurice's Service Centre in St. Anthony to get a new tire and they did not have one in stock, again the people at this service centre were so very kind and called ahead to a tire centre in Deer Lake which had the correct tire. Everyone we have come in contact with on our Newfoundland adventure have been so kind and considerate. We are so grateful to the local people who assisted us in our time of need. This is truly an example of the kindness and humanity of the Newfoundland people. Don Pottle Dunstable, Massachusetts