I’m sitting here having a Steveston coffee in the old VILLAGE. Looking at one of the few original houses that PREVAIL. Feeling the days of yesterday seems almost like a PRIVILEGE. I see a Canada Post carrier still delivering the MAIL!
A classic home, across the street, has a one car garage, WOW! Plus a beautifully kept old fashioned GARDEN. To owners like that, tipping our hats, we should BOW. The pressures to sell continually HARDEN. While tempting flyers are stuffed through mailboxes and developers demolish with ZEAL, and money talks, history walks. Values are weighed in big BUCKS. What warm fuzzies that makes some of us seniors FEEL. Now, even schools like Steveston High are no MORE. Just delightful ‘cool cats’, bulldozers, huge machines and demolition TRUCKS.
TIME AND ITS MEASURE
A cell phone keeps time PRECISELY, a grandfather clock, perhaps a minute or two late or EARLY. As kids, we used to listen to those chimes with such wonder and DIGNITY. In the prehistoric days when there was less of a big HURRY.
Watching that heavy, bright, brass PENDULUM, swinging from side to SIDE. In those 1950’s years of the past MILLENIUM. There was a greater feeling of humanity and PRIDE.
Classic books on the shelves TREASURED, a roaring FIRE PLACE. Black and white family photographs, paintings and other priorities MEASURED. Rather different from today’s human RACE.
As more immigrants and refugees arrive in these challenging times, it’s heartening to read that many are doing what they can to help out. Learning the English language ain’t no ‘piece of cake’ and the lighter, comical side of that ‘journey’ resulted in the following:
GROUNDED BY THE PERKS OF ENGLISH
There are coffee GROUNDS, grounds at SCHOOL. Grounds for LAUGHTER. For those learning English, as a general RULE, can, for a while, feel like a bit of a DISASTER.
Some things that are hot can also be COOL. It’s enough to lose one’s SENSES. Abbreviations like ‘it’s’ but then there’s ‘ITS.’ Were, we’re, where, WEAR, too, to, and TWO. For many a bewildered new Canadian, a blank STARE. It just at times doesn’t seem all that FAIR. Grounded by what might seem like a piece of cake to us by now after all those years for me and YOU.
Can you believe it, seniors, it’s 2016. It seems like B.C.’s centennial, 1958 was just yesterday. What ever happened to Maple Leaf Barbers on Robson Street? Oh, well…
NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTIONS
January can be VERY hard to get back into the GRIND. Please be WARY, kind of SCARY, mighty hard you might FIND.
Get that engine fired UP, burn up all those delicious extra CALORIES. The only solutions for those New Year’s RESOLUTIONS, is make them all, of course, come TRUE.
Build up the constitution in the GYM. Use your own stationary bicycle, become THIN. Enjoy that community center, private or public INSTITUTION. Let those good old work ethics, by March first, marching IN.
Soon it’ll be April, May, then JULY. Manage ‘old age’ to DEFY. Oh well, shucks, we can still DREAM. Not that long ago we were a TEEN. No harm, with moderation, give it a TRY. And, if somehow that rubber tire looks about the SAME. December will soon say hello AGAIN.