A city girl's search for heart & home in rural Nova Scotia.
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Gettin' Ducky
My friend Jane, she of the willingness to wear a costume whether elephant or duck, lives across the street from the main gate of the Cumberland County Exhibition so we are setting up our fabulous Alzheimer Duck Derby booth in her driveway in order to "adopt" out ducks in support of the Alzheimer Society of Nova Scotia's second major fundraiser of the year: the Alzheimer Duck Derby held September 21 in downtown Halifax.
Come splash in our duck pond between 10 am and 3 pm today! Quack, quack!
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Rain Drops & Coffee Cups
A rainy Thursday.
The dogs settled on the couch, one cat asleep in a closet, the other cat making his own fun.
The house to myself.
A large pot of coffee.
As he always does, my dearest husband made sure there was a fresh pot brewing when I arrived back from my walk. He made ten cups as usual. But both he and my mother are keeping appointments this morning so the whole pot is mine alone to drink. I pulled out one of my big Jen Houghtaling mugs; that's what it's going to take to get through the pot.
I hope he remembered to make it with decaf.
Although by noon, I might wish it was high-test. Last week, I wrote the drafts of two 2500-word essays requested by a publisher so that is this morning's work: editing.Producing a column a week for the Oxford Journal and numerous articles and essays a year has taken the edge of that "anticipatory dread" that used to come before reading new work for the first time after writing it. Now I don't feel the need to do laundry and wash the breakfast dishes in an effort to postpone the moment of truth.
Now I just want to dive in and make it better, make it good. Good enough for the publisher to sit up in his chair and shout, "Yes!"
No pressure there.
Maybe I'll just sit at the dining room table with another cup of coffee and look out at the rain for awhile. While the washing machine does a load of darks. No point in rushing through the morning, after all.
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
In Conversation With...Karma Reid
First published in The Oxford Journal on Wednesday, August 20, 2014 by Sara Jewell Mattinson.
Karma Reid’s best memories of 4-H are of the exhibitions.
“The big competitions we used to go to,” she says. “Every county at provincial shows put in a tug-of-war team and usually the semi-finals and finals are in the evening. If it’s your county team, you’re cheering so we used to come home from pro show hoarse. You’re a club team so you’re cheering for your club at a county event but when you go to a provincial show, you’re cheering for your county. That’s why you go home hoarse.”
Karma, who lives in Pugwash with her husband Wayne, their dog Kobe, and a son who returns to university in Fredericton this fall, says those competitions were all about coming together as the big 4-H family.
“You go to those shows every year so you see someone you met from the valley and so you have these friendships,” she explains. “I remember when I ended up going to agriculture college, so many of the people I met I’d been in 4-H with at one competition or another across the province. It’s a network. It takes you places across the province.”
Karma was so devoted to 4-H, she went to the Agriculture College to study Agriculture Business with the idea of being a 4-H representative, which is now called a regional coordinator.
“Because I had all this 4-H background and absolutely loved the program, I thought it would be great. But after my first year, I was looking at job postings and it was that transitional time when you needed a degree instead of a diploma.”
Once she decided she’d had enough of school, Karma began working on dairy farms as a herdsperson, work she’d grown up doing.
“It’s not unusual to have a female herdsperson,” she says. “Especially in the milking management part of it. Women are detailed people and have that gentle touch. Are the cow’s ears down? Is her nose wet?”
Her work took her away from home but also returned her to her birth place. Karma was born in Ontario and lived there until she was six, when her parents decided to move to Nova Scotia. (Karma’s mother, in fact, is originally from this area.)
“It was just a small farm [in Ontario], not really a great acreage, so I think they wanted to expand because they were starting a family,” Karma says. “They came here and there was land and a farm for sale.”
That farm became Holdanca Farm in Wallace Bay.
“We started with a cream quota but the cream industry was on its way out,” Karma says, “and it seems to me you could switch over and do milk quota so that’s when they got into milk.”
When Karma headed to Ontario to work on a dairy farm north of Toronto, her first challenge was the cows themselves.
“It was a Guernsey farm and I’d never worked with Guernseys; we were always Holstein people. I had to humble myself!” she laughs.
But her job in Ontario provided her with the one experience she’d never achieved through 4-H.
“I had never qualified as a 4-Her here to take my calf up to the Royal Agricultural Winter Fair,” she says. “So I asked [my boss] who he was going to take to clip the cattle and he said, ‘You are going.’ I had clipped a cow for Exhibition and provincial show but I’d never clipped a string. I’d never taken a string of cattle, you know, one in each age category, and going to the Royal was really a neat experience. We did it and won some ribbons.”
So of course Karma has no regrets about spending several years in Ontario when she was in her twenties nor does she think she missed out on anything by returning to Nova Scotia.
“I was ready to leave,” she explains. “My young fella says to me, ‘I can’t wait to get out of here.’ He wants to go and he’s ready to go and I was that way too. I enjoyed it but as a young person, you make it a fast-paced lifestyle especially being in and around Toronto. And my job following that one was extremely fast-paced so when I finally had a chance to come home, I realized this pace of life and the smell of the ocean... It was time,” she says of returning home. “I’d done my young thing and had that busyness and saw what I thought there was of the world out there to see. I think it’s partly in the mind; you have to leave in order to appreciate where you live. Coming back, I realized the quality of life and the pace of life was what I wanted.”
Of her son, who has returned home to work on the family farm this summer, Karma says, “This likely will be his last summer here. But it’s his time, you know? I miss him terribly but to hold him here – I see so much of myself in him. It’s time for him to go and experience everything.”
Karma herself is in a period of transition. After many years of being a 4-H general leader for the Bay Vista Conns Mills club, she is stepping down to make time for other interests.
“It’s time for a change,” she says. “Change is good, it’s good to get new ideas.”
She acknowledges that it can be difficult finding leaders for 4-H programs because of the image that 4-H takes a lot of time and is just for farm kids.
“I have a lot of kids doing self-directed projects. I give them the guidelines then check in with them throughout the year. I know there would be so much more value to having somebody lead them. I know people are really busy but every project has an outline for it,” says Karma. “It really isn’t a huge time commitment, it’s more just wrapping your head around what you have to offer.”
She says there’s never been a leader for a computer project and a lot of kids are interested in website design.
“It would be great to have someone lead that.”
Karma keeps brainstorming and thinks of the value of members of the first aid project attending a training session for a group like search and rescue.
“So many of our adult organizations need to have young people come in and see what they do. They’ll say, ‘How do you get people into things?’ Well, you approach them when they’re young,” Karma says.
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Ribbons!
Our contributions to the Home Crafts, and Flowers competitions at the Cumberland County Exhibition did well! It's such a relief to check out the results, knowing it doesn't really matter whether you win or not, but see a couple of ribbons on our tags.
Although Mum's two submissions to the "national" competitions (Fleischman's yeast and Robin Hood floor) didn't win, her oatcakes came in second and her brown bread third. I'm pleased she received ribbons on her first time.
My two flower arrangements and my two flowers (phlox and nasturtiums) all came in second. I can pride myself on consistency.
Although Mum's two submissions to the "national" competitions (Fleischman's yeast and Robin Hood floor) didn't win, her oatcakes came in second and her brown bread third. I'm pleased she received ribbons on her first time.
| Second is the blue ribbon. |
My two flower arrangements and my two flowers (phlox and nasturtiums) all came in second. I can pride myself on consistency.
| Hm, seems like bigger is better! |
Monday, August 25, 2014
Time for the Exhibition!
| Mum with her oatcakes and white bread, me with "Snow Shoe" and wildflowers. |
"I think you should bake some stuff for the Cumberland County Exhibition," I told her. Yes, I told her. I wanted her to participate because she's a good cook and her bread is amazing and we can't eat enough of her oatcakes and Aunt Lila's Chocolate Cake is one of those cakes that you can't just stop at one piece. She didn't have to do it alone; I was entering flowers and arrangements (anything I bake is simply what I learned from my mother).
So Mum spent all yesterday baking and I was tromping around the field and through the ditches looking for unusual wildflowers.
I did wonder at one point if I was going to wake up the next morning with some unsightly pustules and body-enveloping rash but so far so good. Just a whole bunch of new bug bites.
Why did I insist my mother spend a day baking just to submit those goodies to a competition? Because it supports this county exhibition, this end-of-summer fair, this way of life. It supports the tradition, the pride, the accomplishments, the skills of generations of people who raise the livestock and grow the food the rest of us enjoy.
We didn't grow up as farmers or even as country folk but as the saying goes, when in rural, do as the rurals do.
Sunday, August 24, 2014
A Golden Morning
Two winters ago, my husband was baiting coyotes way back in the woods on the frozen pond but what appeared at the bait shocked him: A pair of golden eagles. These birds are even bigger than a bald eagle and not as common.
This morning on our walk, I heard the call first then spotted a huge bird sitting on a fence post overlooking the clearcut by the church. I stood for the longest time just looking until I decided that it was indeed too big to be an immature eagle. A bald eagle was sitting in one of the few trees left behind by the clear cutters and it flew off only to be tackled by a pair of ospreys who drove it away.
The golden eagle remained sitting on the post.
On our way back, a truck was stopped in the middle of the road, taking photos of the golden now sitting on a branch left sticking out of a tall, narrow tree stump. By the time my husband and I returned in our vehicle, the golden was in flight, over the road and field before coming to sit on a fence post overlooking the river.
This confirms what I saw on Thursday: this same bird sitting the same spot calling.
Funny how was more and more people leave rural Nova Scotia, it allows more wildlife to move in and make a home. At the same time, we are cutting down more and more of our woods, depriving those same wild birds and animals of a space to live.
Friday, August 22, 2014
Hatching A New Story
| The first days we had hens in the new coop, July 2008. |
A publisher is interested in a book I proposed but he wants to see a few more writing samples, two of the three I sent being more personal and abstract than he'd like in the kind of collection of essays I'd proposed. So I spent most of today writing a 2500-word essay about why I wanted chickens.
It's a story that begins before I'd even met my Nova Scotia Country Boy but only days before, as if the stars were aligning to bring a long-term plan to fruition. Thankfully, I blogged extensively about my first five years here and printed up those posts before ending that blog in 2012 but I'm also blessed with a decent memory and an ear for dialogue so even if I have to fill in the blanks, the conversations sound genuine.
Write what you know and write from the heart. Whenever I stumble, I sit back in my chair and let the story come back to me in its own words.
What's interesting is that as I delve into history and memories in order to write these essays about becoming a country girl, I'm embarking on a new series of columns called "My Year In 4-H". So I'll be creating new experiences, and writing about them, at the same time I explore what brought me here in the first place.
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