THE PERFECT GIFT?
(Not everyone will be amused)
alan skeoch
Dec. 19, 2018
Marjorie got a bit of a head cold today which gave me the chance to look for a gift.
I combed through Southern Ontario from Kalapore to Ravenna, from Clarksburg to Thornbury.
No luck. Then just as the sun was heading for the horizon as I was homeward bound
I noticed Marian Black’s sign on the roadside. Eureka…a stroke of genius. I was
able to find the perfect Made in Ontario gift…a gift that would last the winter.
A gift that could be shaped into wondrous things. Made in Ontario!
“The search began on Grey Road 2…en route to Feversham, Ravenna and Thornbury…must find gift for Marjorie…one she could really use.”
“Not very promising…Kalapore. Nobody home…nothing to buy.
Then I met Eric in Thornbury and we got a good start at the cider and beer factory where Kate
poured us liberal amounts of all kinds. “Not the sweet cider…how about that dark beer?”
We bought a couple of six packs but decided they were unsuitable gifts…but the samples sure set us on the right track…or so we thought.
Then across the road to the huge antique and collectibles warehouse….must be gift in here.
Antdiques by the truckload…a canoe for $2,000…a bit steep…no good in winter anyway.
Maybe some tools or newell posts…
Hey Alan, how about these coffee sacks…only $3 each.
How about this coonskin coat for $295
“Al, take a look here…a big antique plow sign for $1400 … or a hand made plow for $800…or an iron for $40…No…we just gave up and hit the rod.
Back down Grey road #2, I noticed an odd windrow of brush…inspected…a whole orchard … young orchard…all pulled out by their roots
with last fall’s apple crop left to rot.. Why? “Can’t leave an orchard to go wild…just brings in disease…has to be destroyed”
Judy had quiche ready and trimmings. But still no present for Marjorie.
I have to hit the highway home before dark…no gift yet.
Farms did not look too good until I got to the potato belt around Redickville. That is where I struck it rich…
And that is how I met Marian Black, farmer. Her husband had a sign pointing to their potato barn…what a perfect gift. Two…yes, two…50 pound sacks
of potatoes…Yukon Yellows and some kind of red skinned potatoes…and Mrs. Black threw in a couple of huge potatoes that the grader had rejected.
Eureka! No longer need search for a gift.
alan skeoch
Dec. 2018