Month: July 2019

  • Fwd: Sunny side rocesvales July 24 2019



    Begin forwarded message:


    From: ALAN SKEOCH <alan.skeoch@rogers.com>
    Subject: Sunny side rocesvales July 24 2019
    Date: July 24, 2019 at 6:35:47 PM EDT


    DATELINE:  SUNNYSIDE: JULY 24, 2019

    Now here is an adventure that anyone can enjoy…a trip to Sunnyside Beach, a Rock garden of incredible beauty,

    and a fine dinner at the Palais Royale.  We did it on July 24, 2019 thanks to Carl Kirk and the Roncesvales
    group.  Really phenomenal outing that anyone can enjoy. Park your car in the lot just east of Sunnyside swimming pool…lots of room

  • THREE DAYS AFTER THE AUCTON: A NEARLY BARREN FIELD

    AMISH SCHOOL AUCTION…THREE DAYS LATER


    alan skeoch
    July 23, 2019

    Three days  earlier this barren site contained  a couple  of thousand  people and as many cars, trucks, horses and buggies.  
    But today it is a barren site


    “Alan, where are we?”
    “Marjorie, it has taken us nearly four hours to find this place even though I drove
    here with Andy and Jack in less than 1.5 hours.”
    “But where are we?”
    “Somewhere in the centre of Amish Ontario…near Milverton.”



    “Do you mean this empty field is where you spent last Saturday afternoon?:


    SHORT days ago this  field was jammed with people bidding on the weirdest collection
    of objets imaginable.  Today, three days later, the field  is barren except for the things
    nobody seems  to want.



    EARLIER
    “I notice it is wash day…maybe these Amish folk can give directions.”


    “And there it is Marjorie…sitting all  alone among the stubble and the footprints
    of auctioneers  and  bidders.”
    “Not another fanning mill, Alan, when will you grow up and know to stop…”
    “Beautiful …right?




    “Battered”
    “140 years old,  bound to be bruised.”
    “Does  it fit in the truck?”
    “Not quite…needs to be rolled over.”
    “How will we lift it?”
    “Look what’s coming across the field…”


    “Give you a hand if you want.”
    “Wonder how we would get the mill into the truck without you”






    “What make is it?”
    “Looks like a Clinton made machine,…circa 1880 give or take…”
    “Or it could  be a McTaggart…name long worn off by the grain and Calloused
    hands…”



    “Did you buy that thing…now that is interesting…a shoemakers anvil with
    the shape of real boots made  of iron…interchangeable.”
    “Where will we put it?”
    “In the farm kitchen…looks good beside the stove.”
    “How much did you pay for it?”
    “Rather not say.  I paid $5 for the fanning mill though.”

    “Let’s tale a few minutes to see what else has been left behind.”


    A REAPER…WITH ALL PARTS…REPLACED  THE SICKLE AND CRADLE SCYTHE…TECHNOLOGICAL
    WONDER IN ITS TIME.


    HORSE DRAWN HEAVY HARROWS…WHEELED KIND


    LOBSINGER THRESHING MACHINE…


    REMEMBER WE BOUGHT ONE OF THESE 35 YEARS AGO…FARMER UP THE ROAD
    BORROWED IT FOR HIS LAST THRESHING.  HE GOT INJURED AND HAD TO 
    GIVE UP FARMING.  THE THRESHER WAS PROTECTED BY A TARP BUT THE
    DAMN TARP ROTTED AND  SO DID THE THRESHER.  WENT TO SCRAP BECAUSE
    WE HAD NO BARN TO KEEP IT IN. SAD.  MAYBE SAME FUTURE FOR THIS ONE.

    FARM WAGON…ALSO LAND ROLLER

    HORSE  DRAWN CORN BINDER


    NICELY RESTORED MOWING MACHINE





    POTATO HARVESTER


    MANURE SPREADER


    HAY LOADERS…ABOUT TEN OF THEM.

    SIDE DELIVERY RAKE




    HORSE DRAWN SET OF DISC HARROWS





    “ALAN, TIME TO LEAVE…DO YOU  KNOW HOW TO GET HOME?”

    “NOT SURE…WE WILL JUST DRIVE EAST AND CUT SOUTH…TAKE US A COUPLE OF  HOURS.



    MOOREFIELD  FOR LUNCH


    “STRANGE LUNCH HERE MARJORIE”


    “I notice  you serve raccoon steaks…”



    “Look at the bottom entry…’Bright Raccoon 732..”
    “So?”
    “So, if I ordered  a “Dull Raccoon  steak” would it be cheaper?”
    “Five dollars….”

    (not the truth…Bright Raccoon is their Wi Fi number…a joke.  We had  two pieces
    of Rhubarb and Strawberry pie with a mountain of vanilla ice cream…”





    alan skeoch
    July 23, 2019

  • best of breed: SEQUJEL TO THE AMISH SCHOOL AUCTION: july 20,2019

    AMISH SCHOOL  FUND AUCTION

    JULY 20, 2019  MILVERTON, ONTARIO

    BIG TIN BOOT WAS BEST OF’BREED’

    Just for fun look at these pictures  with a sharp eye.  Look for what you think is
    the best of breed…i.e. what you would want in your living room.

    Lighten up!


    Now this is just my opinion but if I  was  asked to choose the best of  breed in this 
    auction I think the big tin cowboy boot would fill the bill.  it sold  for around $200
    to a man of course.  I tried to catch up to him to get a picture but he was moving
    as fast a Clint Eastwood in a shoot em up movie.  Maybe he was embarrassed.


    Then I could be wrong.  This huge ‘man trap’ must have been used to trap bears long ago
    when farmers were clearing the land.  These traps  are illegal I am told.  Bidding was
    feverish.   I think a Democrat from the US House of Representative was the winning
    bidder.  He hustled south.  No, I have no idea why he wanted the trap.   Fun to guess though.


    THIRTY YEARS AGO we were  buying these dinosaurs of the harvest….thrashing  machines.  We even had a Lobsinger like this one.  Sadly the tarpaulin
    we used to cover it from rain,  sleet and  snow was not up to the job.  Water slipped in and the wood rotted.   Eventually we hd to set it on  fire but there is
    an upside to the story as a local farmer borrowed our Lobsinger for one last harvest.   That made us feel a little better.  Since then we have shrunk our tastes
    to fanning mills, turnip pulpier, corn shellers, apple pulpers and  cutting boxes.


    Hats tell a story.  The woman in black  is not Amish or Mennonite.  The boys clearly are.   The hats tell the one from the other.


    This is my friend  Tom Schell whis is  an avid collector of hay carts…the kind that ran on track high up
    in most Ontario barns.  They were used in the days when horses drew  wagons loaded with cured  hay
    right into the barn threshing floors.  Then a massive hay force was dropped like a twin harpoon into
    the hay load and by a  series of  ropes  and pulleys and hay cars  the loose hay was piled in hay mows.
    Tom has done that….

    Now Tom was also a collector  of fanning mills  which, when he downsized his tastes, he delivered the mills
    to our farm.

    Tom is a contented man.  Witness the smile.

     the Amish farms are neat and orderly….neat as a pin might be  the term although I don’t know the origin 
    of the term.  How can a  pin be neat?


    These pin up girl posters were a little out of place at the auction….too much leg showing.








    We bought this elevated  water tough.   Single board  construction.  Tight as a drum.  
    Of course it could also have been a feed bin.


    alan skeoch
    July 20, 2019


  • JACK IS A LAID BACK KIND OF GRANDSON: YOU BOUGHT WHAT?

    YOU BOUGHT WHAT?

    (JACK is a laid back kind of person)

    alan skeoch
    July 20, 2019

    My grandmother regularly,  in the 1950’s, sent me poems by Edna Jacques that she
    carefully cut out of the Toronto Star in spite of her advanced Parkisons’s
    disease.   Today, july 20, 2019, I thought of her and was reminded of a snippet
    from one of those poems

    “If you put your nose to the grindstone rough
    And hold it down there long enough
    In time you’ll say there’s no such thing
    as tails that wage or birds that sing.”

    (I imposed the ‘tails that wag’ as I forget what Edna wrote but
    the meaning is the same”

    The reminder came from Jackson Skeoch, our grandson, who is  best described
    by the expression ‘laid back’ but also he is unpredictable at times.  Today was 
    one of those occasions.

    Andrew, Jack and I were attending the massive Amish School Auction sale near Milverton,
    Ontario.   Piles and piles of things.  Long lines of items  laid out on a recently threshed  grain
    field.   Thousands of people.


    “Jack, look at all the horses and buggies….”






    “Seems everyone is out for a good time, Jack.”




    “Lots of people here grandpa…all after the same kind of ancient junk you like so much.”

    “Take a really close look, Jack…there is more going on here than just the auction…more
    than the bidding wars for hay ladders, crocks, wagon wheels, roosters, horses, picks and shovels.”

    “What else?”

    “Look around…you will see.”

    So Jack disappeared while Andrew and I were bidding and buying wood water trough, 
    fireman’s reeled  hose cart from the 19th century, ancient anchors rescued from the
    bottom of the St Lawrence river, barrels, pumps, a boat, boxes of plumbing fittings…etc.”

    “Where is jack?”

    “No idea.”



    “I hope he notices those Amish girls…there is a reason they are all dressed up
    in their brightest dresses.  This is a meeting ground.”

    “Jack will notice.  He’s seventeen with a keen eye.”




    “Where have you been jack?”

    “Over with the rabbits…bought four of them.”

    “You bought four rabbits?”

    “Yep,  waved  my hand at a fly and the guy yelled  ‘Sold’…no cage…cost
    me $12.  Nearly had a box full of pigeons as well. What can we put them in?”


    “Did you say no cage?”

    “Yep, what can we put them in…you must have something grandpa…how about
    that $2 chicken crate?”

    “Jack you make me laugh…all the time…maybe you can wheel one of my purchases…wicker
    baby carriage and two old  saddles to the truck.  I will give you the cage.”

    “Sure.”

    “Did you notice the girls?”

    “What girls?”

    (He made that comment with the usual twinkle in his eye.  He saw them…and they
    must have seen him.  Both sexes were dressed to be seen.)





    “Grandma, there are four rabbits in this crate…see the shining eye of one?”



    “Jack, you bought four rabbits?”  said Marjorie with hooping  laughter.

    “Dad had to wait hours to get those cages.  Cost more than the rabbits.”

    “Males or females?”

    “How would I know, Grandma.”  And Marjorie proceeded  to determine the
    sex of the rabbits…a very tricky thing to do…three males and one female…enough for a brood to come
    along.

    “What will Julie think when you get home with these rabbits.”

    “Remains to be seen, Grandma….they will be company for the dogs.”




    “Got them with the swat of fly, Grandma.”

    alan skeoch
    July 20, 2019


  • COYOTES ARE HERE TO STAY


    COYOTES ARE HERE TO STAY

    alan skeoch
    july 2019

    “Marjorie, the coyote is  here…right behind  you.”

    “How do you know?”
    “Saw him dance down the street as if he was Prince Harry”
    “When?”
    “Right now, 8.15 a.m. on July 16…Glenburnie Road, Mississauga…got a picture
    quick…here he is…”



    “Woody was barking his head off just behind my ear as we looked out the truck window.”
    “What was  the coyote doing?”
    “Eating what was  left of a dead squirrel that a car squashed.”
    “Did  he hear Woody?”
    “Sure…but did not give a damn.”
    “Where did he go?”
    “Ducked into the Lack place…(next door to us)…he was about 10 feet from
    you as you came out our lane.”
    “I think he knows me…loves me or hates  me.”
    “Where did  you get that crazy, off the wall, idea?”



    “Alan, do you  know what happened earlier this morning…while you were asleep?”
    “Nope.”
    “Well there was  quite a fuss on the street.  A man came jogging down Glenburnie with two full
    grown Labradors…and right behind them came the coyote…almost at their heels.”
    “A  coyote could  not pull  down a  Labrador.”
    Alan, you were not there.  The man was scared…running.  He stopped to throw
    two rocks at the coyote but the stones  did not phase the coyote one bit. He loped
    along right behind them.”
    “What did  you do?”
    “I got in the truck and tried to put it between the coyote and the man.  The coyote
    just circled the truck which drove Woody wild.  Barking like there is no tomorrow.”
    Woody  probably remembers the coyote that tore a strip off his ass.”

    “Don’t make light of it Alan.  The lady next door said  three coyotes  surrounded her
    when she took the baby for a walk.”
    “The only coyote I have seen lately was the cute animal sleeping in the tangle of
    weeds at the back of our lot.”
    “He sleeps  there all day long…drives Woody mad…Lucky that half our lot is fenced.”
    “No matter what you say Marjorie, I like the coyotes…beautiful animals…great dancers…
    intelligent …survivors.”
    “”Alan, they are predators.”


    “Predators…Shmeditors…they are fascinating.  And they were here before we were here.   They have
    a right of residency.”
    “Dr. Hawrluk (local  dentist) opened his  front door yesterday and a coyote was standing there.”
    “Maybe the coyote had a toothache.”
    “Don’t be silly…”
    “Coyotes do not have dental plans…rely on charity…but they have good teeth
    normally…gnawing on squirrels, rabbits, raccoons and, if they are lucky, wayward cats…the 
    gnawing keeps their teeth in good  shape.”
    “Alan, stop that drivel…this is serious business.”
    “Sorry.  Just trying to make the point that coyotes have become part of our 
    urban landscape.”


    “They move so fast…so delicatlely.   Look at the pictures I took…almost seem like mirages…like there
    was no coyote present…just blurred images.”

    (Marjorie, talking to Woody our dog, as she often does)_
    “Alan would not say that Woody if that coyote tore a strip off his bum, would he?”

    “Woody cannot speak our language Marjorie.”

    “His tail is wagging…he agrees with me.”

    “Woody can spot a coyote before we can…maybe the smell.”

    “He does  not love those creatures  as you seem to do…proving
    he has  a higher level of intelligence than you, Alan.”

    “Probably true…”

    alan skeoch
    July 2019