Aunt Nettie’s Family “Roll Kuchen” Gathering

Aunt Nettie, relaxing in her carport & waiting for family members to arrive.

Writing in the Wall Street Journal, U.S. Senator (Rep.) Ben Sasse pointed to a societal phenomenon many of us may have been too preoccupied to notice. He suggested “all the traditional tribes that have sustained humans for millennia are simultaneously in collapse. Family, enduring friendships, meaningful shared work, local communities of worship, all have grown ever thinner.” Other commentators, both in Canada and the U.S., have expressed a similar concern. Certainly the various media do reflect a lessening of social cohesion and we might wonder if we can do anything more than wring our hands and retreat into a state of denial and malaise.

My 88 year old Aunt Nettie, a resident of Kelowna, apparently does not intend to surrender to the subversive forces undermining our values and institutions. Every summer, for at least twelve years she has invited her nieces and nephews to her home for roll kuchen ( rolled dough cut into strips and deep fried) and watermelon, as well as other goodies. Aunt Nettie harbours no illusions about reforming and holding together the structures of our nation. She’s a plucky lady of immense resolve though, and understands the importance of cinching up family bonds. Last week she again prepared many dozens of roll kuchen. Although we knew from past years there would be no beer, wine, whiskey or other alcoholic beverages, she had no difficulty enticing eager relatives to the feast.

Aunt Nettie & her niece Martha, who did the deep frying of the roll kuchen.

For some years, four of Aunt Nettie’s aging siblings attended. This has connected us with the foregoing generation. At this time, two are still living, but only 93 year old Uncle Abe was able to come. He has completely lost the ability to speak, but still values the time with family.

For Linda and me, these yearly Kelowna gatherings are an opportunity to strengthen relationships with cousins, and at times meet family members we scarcely know. We sit on lawn chairs placed around the interior of her carport. Young children play contentedly in our midst and on the back lawn.

A few years ago Aunt Nettie’s Metis foster daughter, Andrea, surprised us when she rolled in from Clearwater on her Harley. Wanting to get to know this cousin I had not spoken with previously, I quickly slipped into the vacant chair beside her. She intrigued me with snippets of a pretty adventurous life.

This year I again chatted with Erika, a young teen who raises chickens. It was a continuation of a conversation we had begun several years ago. Having had chickens in our back yard in the past, I enjoy her enthusiasm for the birds. “I got 12 chicks in spring,” she said. “I named each one after a type of tree.” Sensing her excitement, I remembered the warm brown eggs I used to gather each morning. Chats with Erika always cause me to wonder why I don’t still have chickens.

After talking with Erika I glanced around the carport and my attention was captured by a young girl with black hair. About age 3, she ran among us with boundless energy. She seemed happy and content, and totally secure. I marveled at the atmosphere in this place. There was no disagreement or bickering, even among the children.

Uncle Abe & Aunt Nettie, seated side by side, with several family members

Watching Aunt Nettie now in conversation with Uncle Abe, her hand resting on his arm, my mind drifted back a dozen years to the beginning of his health crisis. When she learned her brother wasn’t well and needed to be rescued from the basement suite in Langley where he lived alone, she took decisive action. She drove from her home in Kelowna, emptied and cleaned his unit, then took him to her home. She looked after him until his condition necessitated a higher level of care. Even now, although he cannot speak, she visits him each Sunday. For us, the next generation, she is a role model exemplifying the meaning of commitment to family.

After the Kelowna gathering, it occurred to me we’re pretty fortunate to have a family member with the vision and will necessary to pull together this large flock. Families are the basic building blocks of our society. If more of us become willing to be proactive role models, we may yet be able to thwart at least some of the corroding forces in our country. Roll kuchen may not be essential. With will and imagination, one individual can be the catalyst required for holding a family together.

Hitching Post Restaurant, Still A Possibility?

Trisha Mills & Bill Carmichael, owners of the former Hitching Post Restaurant

When a raging fire swept through their popular Hitching Post Restaurant in Hedley at about 2 am October 23,2018, it was only by leaping from the second floor into smoke and darkness that Bill Carmichael and Trisha Mills escaped the inferno. Since that catastrophic life altering night, they have battled to reconstruct virtually every aspect of their existence, including their health. There have been many questions concerning their recovery and whether they have plans to rebuild.

The popular Hitching Post Restaurant, destroyed by fire in October, 2018.

Last week I invited Bill and Trisha to our home for coffee and Linda’s freshly baked matrimonial cake. I recalled that in a conversation with them in February, although they were in wheelchairs and living with pain, I had been impressed by their courage and optimism. They both expressed a powerful resolve to regain the capacity to walk. Bill talked about again being able to drive. Having known individuals who threw up their hands in the face of seemingly insurmountable circumstances, I wondered if Bill and Trisha were still as hopeful as they had been.

Trisha & Bill using walking sticks hand carved by Bill.

When they arrived we were pleased to note they were walking, albeit cautiously, each using a walking stick for balance. Our first questions concerned the state of their physical recovery. “I’m finished my physio sessions and I walk in nature to improve my balance,” Bill said. “I’ve lost a lot of muscle in my legs. I need 2 more operations on my knees, plus another to fuse one ankle. Then there will be a further 6 months of recovery.” I detected no hint of lament or complaint.

We’ve come a long way physically, but we’re not there yet,” Trisha added. “I have 2 plates in my back. I had significant nerve damage and my feet feel cold, plus there is tingling. I go for physio once a month and do exercises on my own.” With evident delight she added, “the screw is gone from my heel and I can put weight on it now.”

Bill and Trisha are currently living in a small seasonal trailer. I wondered how she can do exercises in such cramped quarters. “We are learning to make do with what we have,” she said.

When the restaurant burned,” Bill explained, “we lost the possessions closest to us, including family pictures and momentos. We’ve learned we really don’t need a lot of belongings. We feel there is benefit in a simpler life.”

It was evident they had discussed this at considerable length. It wasn’t just a means of consoling themselves. “Not having what we had isn’t a big thing,” Trisha agreed. “It has clarified what is really important to us. What is of real value is being alive, having health, mobility, family and friends. In the past we took these too much for granted. Moving forward, we don’t want to clutter our lives.”

Our conversation turned to whether the Hitching Post will rise from the ashes. “People are telling us they hope we’ll start over, and we want to,” Bill said. “The way our bodies are working will determine that. We can’t put a date on it.”

We talk about the future pretty much every day,” Trisha added. “We understand very clearly that to operate a busy restaurant, our mobility will need to increase significantly. Even so, we are looking for ideas that could make it possible.”

People are giving us suggestions,” Bill said. “We’ve talked about having more efficient equipment. We’ll need a better dishwasher.”

To this time they have received only a partial payout from their insurance company and there have been snags in their negotiations. “Until recently, our thinking was clouded by the heavy doses of drugs we were given to combat pain. Now we are better able to understand the company’s written communications to us, and we realize there are inaccuracies.” Receiving the full payout will be important in any future plans.

Since the fire I’ve been asked repeatedly, either in person or on my blogsite, “Do you think they will rebuild the Hitching Post?” When I say it will depend on Bill and Trisha’s health, especially their mobility, the questioner is invariably disappointed. What we all desire is an answer that includes the word “yes.” Bill and Trisha live with this uncertainty every day. From the beginning the odds have been against them, but I’m convinced that if mere mortals can produce this miracle, they having the thinking, resolve and patience to get it done.

The 2019 Hedley Street Dance

“The Stormriders” on stage at the Hedley Street Dance.

This past weekend the annual summer Hedley Street Dance once again drew a lively crowd. There were plenty of faces Linda and I didn’t recognize. We know some people travelled a considerable distance to be here. Music was provided by “The Stormriders,” a Kootenay based band. Our new neighbour, Dave Tailby, an accomplished and respected musician was on stage as a guest. He will likely continue performing with “The Stormriders.”

Viktorya & Mike Galics with their daughter, Mylah.

The band shell was constructed Saturday morning in about 4 hours by several Hedley men. Mike Galics and Viktorya Bratt are 2 of the key organizers of the event which is sponsored each year by the Hedley Community Club. Viktorya’s parents, Doug and T.J. Bratt, have long played a leading role in the club and in organizing the dance. Mike emphasized that a number of individuals had given time and energy to make the dance happen. Mylah, Mike and Viktorya’s daughter, jumped into this scene at the last moment without being prompted. Her enthusiasm for being in a picture with her parents was a delight.

Doug Bratt on the grill.

Everyone who bought a ticket for the event was treated to a sumptuous meal consisting of a variety of salads donated by very generous local ladies, baked potatoes and bbq chicken. People in our community know when Doug Bratt is manning the grill, it will be tempting to go for seconds. A number of individuals did.

Ale Torreblanca & Susy Esparsa from Mexico.

A section of Hedley’s main street (Scott Avenue) was closed off for the event and tables and chairs were set out for the meal. At the table where Linda and I were seated were 2 very pretty young women, citizens of Mexico. They are currently picking fruit in the Cawston area. Prior to this they had been picking mushrooms in the Yukon. In Mexico Ale (left) is a graphic designer. Her friend, Susy, does bike tours for tourists in Mexico. Each morning before going out to pick fruit, she does a long bike ride to maintain her conditioning. Both seemed pleased that I wanted to take their picture.

“It seemed everyone was having a good time”.

Whether people danced, or just sat on the sidelines and enjoyed the scene and the music, it seemed everyone was having a good time.