The Grannies Freedom Party

Linda’s Mom, the Grannie’s Freedom Party wants to recruit her.

With Elections Canada making preparations for a possible spring vote, I decided to call Susanna Mitchell, leader of the newly minted Grannies Freedom Party. In a two hour telephone conversation from her home in Langley, she talked about a concept I consider well outside the proverbial box.

“We’re in the midst of a global health crises and politicians have thrown enough money at it to fill a large landfill,” she said. “They’re giving away so called free money. It’s a ploy to charm us. We’re convinced Canada needs a strong dose of innovative and practical thinking. It’s our belief that grandmothers have the life experience to provide that.”

Susanna, who I have only met once, volunteered she is 81. Then, with an understandable hint of pride said she had raised 14 offspring during harsh economic times in rural Saskatchewan. “We lived in a 4 bedroom, unpainted house,” she said. “My husband worked in a coal mine and was away a lot. I had a large garden, a cow for milk, chickens for eggs and meat, and every fall we butchered a hog. Our oldest son helped me build an outdoor summer kitchen to prepare meals on hot days.”

Susanna stands at no more than 5 feet and I was beginning to realize that this little lady is pragmatic, fair minded, feisty and not easily flustered. She now wanted to shift gears and it became evident that although she has only a high school diploma, reading has given her a wide ranging grasp of politics, especially of governance. “Each member of my shadow cabinet is endowed with experience and expertise in various realms like finance, agriculture, health and much more,” she said. “Most have raised children. That can be a more practical preparation for governing than a fancy law degree. Also, some have been teachers or served on school boards, several have operated small businesses. One was CEO of a community organization. Another operated a successful poultry farm. Grannies 55 and older are welcome in our Party.”

“Politics in Canada, as elsewhere,” Susanna contended, “has been tarnished by lust for power, prestige and money. The economist and author, Anthony Downs, said parties don’t try to get elected to implement policies. They adopt policies to try to get elected.”

She followed this by reminding me of the advice given by Quintus to Cicero when he was campaigning for the position of Roman Consul. “Make the promises now,” Quintus urged his brother in law, “then worry about fulfilling them later. You will have to promise to help people, even if you know you can’t.”

“This isn’t appropriate advice for our members,” Susanna said. “We’re convinced voters value integrity. We don’t make promises we know we can’t fulfill.” She refuses to enlist pollsters, advertising specialists, sociologists, statisticians, strategists and back room boys.

Susanna isn’t unrealistic in her expectations of what her party can achieve. “We may not win any seats,” she acknowledged, “but if we do I will remind members the election is over and we won’t function like other parties. They tend to remain in election mode for much of their term in office. Elected or unelected, our purpose will be to get things done, not to campaign incessantly.”

Concerned by Canada’s burgeoning mountain of debt, Susanna will strive to lower expectations, as she did when men came to her door in Saskatchewan looking for a handout. “Here’s an axe,” she said to them. “Chop fire wood in the back yard and I’ll throw a chicken in a pot and prepare a meal for when you’re done.” She will attempt to stop the presses that have been printing free money. She knows borrowed money will one day have to be paid back by our children, grandchildren and beyond.

Susanna and members of the Grannies Freedom Party are disturbed by the decadent ways of governments. They deplore the lavish banquets, junkets to exotic islands, generous pensions, and other perks for which ordinary citizens are not eligible. Their primary goal is to do more than talk about cleaning up our environment, balancing the budget, providing free dental care and pharmacare, and much more. The established parties aren’t concerned about the Grannies Freedom Party at this time, but the Grannies’ message may resonate with voters. In that case, there will likely be some surprised expressions in Parliament after the next election, whenever that takes place.

A Former “Bad Boy” Tells His Story

Paul Richardson, when he was working in Cuba

In the years I worked for the One Way Adventure Foundation, a variety of youths were sent to our programs by judges, probation officers and social workers. Invariably they came with thorny issues that brought them pain but which they resisted dealing with. For mere mortals, change is difficult and I have sometimes wondered when they moved on whether we had helped them gain the motivation, understanding and skills required to continue rebuilding their lives.

Last week, after vanishing for forty-five years, one such youth surprised me with the following comment on my blogsite.

“I was one of those ‘bad boys’ sent to the OWAF back in 1976 by the courts. What an adventure!!

My name is Paul Richardson and I’m forever grateful to Len & Jean. Ron Gibson if I remember right was a counselor with the foundation. Ron would always steer us straight and kept a tight rein on us. I attended the Foundation School in Surrey, and we would travel to Hedley lots. Stayed in the Colonial House and the chef in the kitchen was a fantastic cook, (former biker if memory serves me right).

They had a cabin up the mountain from Hedley that we stayed in for a few nights in the winter. Going out to the well, break the ice in it to get water and the snow was deep. When we came back to the Colonial House, we came down the old tram line snow shoeing and sliding on our butts( I have a scar from an old spike sticking out of the ground ). Never felt it, frozen butt. It wasn’t until the chef noticed and fixed me up right away.

I was 16 when I was sent there and here I am soon to be 61, and the memories of that time of my life are flooding back to me. They are what saved me back then, the counselors of this great foundation. Have to stop writing for tears are forming in my eyes.


It took me another 10 years to get it. At 26 I sobered up and have been in AA for 34 years now, married and still living and dreaming. Thank-you Ron, Len and Jean and the rest of the One Way Adventure Foundation.”

Although I did not work with Paul directly, I recalled he had been gifted with a robust physique and a willingness to engage in conversation. In a 2 hour phone call from his home in Calgary last week, he talked about his life. “My father was an alcoholic,” he said. “He joined AA and my mother attended Al-Anon. I don’t remember my father ever giving me any positive affirmations in my early years, or saying he loved me.”

Paul began drinking some time after age 8. “The alcohol interfered with my memory. I don’t remember much of my childhood. I became a blackout drinker. I could be happy-go-lucky, then, in an instant become angry without reason”. As we talked, some memories came back to Paul. “A friend and I were bored and did a break and entry, looking for alcohol. This is what got me sent to the One Way Adventure Foundation at their Surrey location. I was placed in the home of a local family and this was a good experience.

In his younger years my group leader, Ron Gibson, had been on the wrong side of the law himself. He had been where we were, and had learned to stay away from what would drag him back down. Ron and other leaders planted good seed in us.”

After the Foundation Paul floundered for another 10 years, then went to detox, sobered up and joined AA. More good seed was planted here. “I still love the taste of alcohol,” he said. “I just don’t touch it anymore.

Paul Richardson, in front of a jobsite in Galveston, Texas

In 1986 I took a heavy equipment operators course and learned to run dozers, scrapers, graders, packers and other equipment. I enjoyed it and found I had a knack for it. Since then I’ve also taken courses in excavators and boom trucks. I’ve worked across Canada and in the U.S.”

In 2001 Paul married Rose and they have a comfortable home in Calgary. Looking back over his life now, he stills gives credit to the good seed planted by the One Way Adventure Foundation and AA. It helped that he was receptive to the constructive counsel he received.

Happy Valentines Jim & Pat!

Pat & Jim Melville, still in love! This photo was taken for Valentines Day, 2015. 

This is a reprint of the 2015 article.

Advertising moguls wouldn’t likely select Jim and Pat Melville of Hedley as their Valentines Day poster couple. After the bumps and bruises that come with almost 45 years of marriage and raising 2 children, the Melvilles don’t have the sleek, unrealistic fashion magazine figures. They don’t exude the “over the top” glamour advertisers thrive on. For me their life partnership provides convincing evidence that stability and faithfulness in a relationship is more rewarding than the Larry King model of multiple failed marriages. I was interested in meeting with them because they are so thoroughly untouched by the hype and values of the advertising gurus.

They grew up in a time when money was scarce. Recalling the day in 1960 when he went to a car lot, Jim said, “I told the salesman I liked the1949 Pontiac they had, but I could pay only three hundred dollars. He said he’d talk to the manager. A few minutes later he came back. The manager had approved my offer.” The first time he went to put in gas, he couldn’t find the gas cap. After hunting for some time, he found it behind one of the tail lights.

For Jim, meeting Pat must have been “love at first sight.” He still remembers the day and the precise time. “I was working at what is now the Weyerhauser Mill in Princeton,” he said. “Some friends came to give me and a co-worker a ride home. They brought Pat along. It was 6 pm on October 24th, 1969.” For him the timing was fortuitous. His father had been deceased for 13 years, and he had lost his mother 3 weeks ago. Pat was a ray of sunshine. The following weekend he took her to a movie in Oroville.

They had similar interests and values, and their relationship flourished rapidly. It may surprise younger readers that Jim asked Pat’s parents for “her hand in marriage.” At that time there was greater respect for societal values and institutions, including marriage. Her father liked him and jokingly said, “if you want her, take her.”

“We asked Reverend Derek Salter to marry us,” Jim said. “He took marriage pretty seriously. We had to go to his home and tell him about ourselves and why we wanted to get married. I don’t remember what we told him.”

Apparently the Reverend was satisfied with their responses. He performed the ceremony in Hedley’s United Church (now Hedley Grace Church) on March 28, 1970.

Pat and Jim share a lengthy history in Hedley. Her family arrived in 1951 and her father operated the tram that moved ore, supplies and people between the Nickel Plate mine, high on the mountain, and the town. “I attended school here,“ she said. “So did our children and grandchildren.”

Jim arrived somewhat later than Pat. He is one quarter native and related to the well known Allison family. “My mom was half aboriginal,” he said. “My dad was Irish.”
Initially they rented. When they applied to rent a house owned by the Credit Union, the manager said, “Why rent? You should buy it. There is a grant available.” They accepted his advice and it is their home to this day.

“There were large families living in small houses then,” Pat said. “People didn’t have much money to do things. We attended community events. There were dances at the Moose Hall and a big Robbie Burns celebration each year. Also Boxing Day and New Years dances. Groups of ladies met for coffee in their homes. Expectations weren’t as high as now.”

It has taken love, a sense of humour and commitment to get to where they are now. “If we didn’t agree about something,” Pat said, “we talked about it. We always worked through the problems.”

When our coffee cups were empty and they were ready to leave, it occurred to me that throughout our conversation, their voices had been gentle and respectful toward each other. At a time when 30 day Hollywood unions no longer surprise us, the Melville’s life long partnership is inspiring and well worth observing. Happy Valentines Jim and Pat!

Unfortunately, Jim passed away January 24, 2021. He was a good friend to many, and a valued member of the Hedley community.