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Canada Remembers

It’s Remembrance Day Shoko.  A day to honour not only our vets but all vets, whether they be 4 legged and furry or 2 legged furless wonders.  It doesn’t matter what side they fought for either, they are all veterans.

Mom and dad were at Omaha Beach with Phenny and his mom and dad from Easy Blog.                                                 

 There are several beaches that saw Canadian and American Troops landing for battle along the Normandy coast.                                                    Imagine a teenager advancing from his boat to climb the hills in order to fight the enemy.  Also, imagine another teenager, fighting for the other side, pointing weapons to kill the advancing troops.  A death struggle, each fighting for their country and its ideals.  WHAT A HORRIBLE WASTE!                                                  The Canadian Cemetery for those killed on Normandy’s Beaches during that fateful attack.  Walking through the rows and rows of tombstones, the ages of the troops was astonishing.  A few were in their 40’s but the majority were teenagers and young adults.  There are no old men in this cemetery. The youth of the era willing to sacrifice everything for their country.

So on the 11th month, of the 11th day at the 11th hour, we will spend a minutes silence in respect for all Veterans service, not only Canada.

KALI…..ORANGE
MOM…..MAROON                                                       

PEACE

 

Normandy/Omaha Beach….A piece of History

To read about mom and dad’s first meeting with Phenny and his family click on Easy’s Blog.

The next day these five didn’t waste time but got into Phenny’s Elephant Skate and for an elephant it was one compact elephant and they headed toward the Atlantic,  It was a long ride of about three hours.  Mom wasn’t used to sitting for so long anymore and kept getting sleepy.  Phenny helped with that…he told her things about his mom and dad that had mom wide awake.  He said his mom was renting herself out as a part-time carpenter and her dad was taking dancing lessons.  Mom was fascinated.  Is mom ever gullible!  Geesh! MOL                                                      They all arrived safely in Normandy  The little house we were renting was a beauty.                                                                             There were even 3 bedrooms so we could um and awe about which room we could have.

Unpacked we headed for Omaha Beach.                                                         This quaint house marked the start of Omaha Beach.                                                                      The only words mom understood were Omaha Beach,  camping and tennis.

While waiting mom sat on the Oceanic Kayaks.  She got up, heard a snap and landed on her face like a sack of hammers.                                                              That was a boo boo and she was determined though the knee hurt, it would not slow her down…ya right!  She never got down to Omaha Beach to find a used shell for a remembrance.  It’s probably against the law anyway.

Katty and mom made their recipe for Shopping Around The World….Salmon fish cakes.                                                                         Phenny was an enormous help.  If you want to read the Salmon Fish Cake Recipe….just click on the name.

We all decided to visit the Canadian cemetery and leave a couple of Canadian flags and candles with covers to guard against the rain.                                                                       

Phenny and Flat Shoko left their blessings for those that had fought for their freedom.

Thank you fellow Canadians…your efforts are so appreciated.  I wonder if cats helped the men like in World War 1?

Mr. Phenny’s dad  took mom and dad for a drive through Normandy for a look at the different architecture of the houses.                                                                  Mom says this big house looks very official so perhaps its being used as a museum.

Too soon it was time to go back to Paris and catch the train.  They left early and arrived in Paris around noonish.  Mom was very overcome saying good bye to Katty and Phenny.  Phenny’s dad helped carry suitcases into the station.                                                                         Mom and dad thank you so much for the unforgettable visit with such fabulous peeps and of course, the one and only Da Phenny.

It was time to get on the Eurostar train and head for London from Gare du Nord.                                                                          The Eurostar goes 200 MPH.  It took about 2 hours to fly the rails to London.  They spent a total of 20 minutes in the Chunnel.                                                                            Mom and dads last view of Paris from the rails.  Isn’t this the Metro mom?

Next installment mom and dad set their paws on  London cement.                                                                    

 

 

An Interview With Ling-Ling Odboddy

We have a treat for our friends today.  An interview with Ling-Ling, the beautiful Siamese cat from Elaine Faber’s series on Mrs. Agnes Odboddy.  The first book is called : Mrs. Odboddy:  Hometown Patriot.  This lady is so sweet and harmless looking but watch out citizens of Newbury.                                                                         aaaling-lingspeaks Ling- Ling, what a unique name.  What does it mean? Who really knows? It could mean, ‘who put broccoli in my bowl?’ Or, ‘someone is sleeping in my chair.’ A rose by any other name… Mrs. Odboddy can call me anything, as long as she calls me to dinner…

 From my understanding, it wasn’t your choice to live with Agnes Odboddy.  What was your first reaction when you met Mrs. Odboddy? Agnes rescued me when Lily Jengu and her family went to the Japanese Internment Camp. My first thought was relief that I wouldn’t be homeless. Second thought was, no more sushi and fish soup. Now, I’d have to eat ox tails and kidneys. I had no idea cow innards were so tasty.

What kind of lovin’ does Mrs. Odboddy give?  She seems so busy searching for Nazi spies and evil plots against the war effort, one must wonder if her cream still rises to the top. Mrs. Odboddy isn’t exactly the ‘lovin’ type.’ She is too busy rolling bandages, collecting cans, volunteering at the Ration Office and on the Coast Watch or chasing bad guys.  

 What happened with those chickies?  Is it true you jumped in and killed a chicken?  You, a beautiful cross-eyed Siamese would kill a chicken?  What happened to it? Now, I ask you? What self-respecting Siamese killing-machine would allow six chickens to reside in the bathroom and not perpetrate a Black-Ops mission? Of course I snagged one of the feathered fowl. I would have eaten it too, except Agnes’s boyfriend took it away from me and put it in the garbage can. What a waste!

Ling-Ling, did you find Agnes Odboddy’s weird lifestyle grew on you and you woke up wondering what would happen today? She certainly kept my head spinning. Agnes was involved with the doings at the First Church of the Evening Star and Everlasting Light, volunteered for every imaginable war effort, and tried to expose conspiracies. There was no telling what she might do on any given day. And, should I tell you about the day. Mrs. Roosevelt came to a funeral in town? Oh my goodness, didn’t that turn into a fiasco? How could I possibly keep up?

 Do you get treats Ling-Ling?  I know there is a war going on and Mrs. Odboddy uses her ration book for the popular items such as sugar and coffee but what about bacon or something as good….does she share with you? I don’t think I’ve ever tasted bacon. I get lots of cream. That’s the thick stuff that separates from the milk and comes to the top in the milk jug. It’s real yummy. Agnes says that’s why I have such beautiful blue eyes and soft fur. Maybe when the war is over, I’ll learn about bacon. Until then, if your friends want to know more about me, Agnes and her lovely granddaughter, Katherine, they can buy the e-book, Mrs. Odboddy – Hometown Patriot, at Amazon for $3.99. I think they’d like us.

SHOKO…..BLACK
RIGHT SIDE

LING-LING…….BLUE
LEFT SIDE

May your chicken never mate with a cement  mixer.  You don’t need to raise  a brick layer.

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The Road To Barkerville

Last week mom and dad decided to take all our flat visitors and the pet rocks to Barkerville.  You’re wondering what this Barkerville town is?  Well, in 1862 Billy Barker discovered gold on Williams Creek and triggered a stampede of thousands to the Cariboo.  Over the next eight years Barkerville thrived.  It was the biggest town north of San Francisco.  When the gold faded away so did the town.  Barkerville is now a thriving tourist destination.

So we all piled in the car. King Meiko, Pete, Timmy, Buddy Budd, Einstein , me (Foko) and the pet rocks…Bashful and Chip.  Oh right….mom and dad too. MOL  We travelled like 87,000 miles.  OK it was more like 170 miles.  We didn’t waste any time but it was a looooong trip.

DSCN4027EEEk……avalanches!….the flats were scared.   Not to worry,  there’s no snow guys.

The road next to this tranquil stream was called the Cariboo Wagon Road before it was smoothed out and widened.  It was also referred to as the eighth wonder of the world.

Mom was attempting to show the devastation  the Pine Beetle has done to all the mature pine trees.  All the mature pine trees are dead and are just sticks now.  For some reason, the young and tender pine trees have been left alone.  One perk to this mess is the wood left by the pine beetle….it is beautifully coloured.

Barkerville is just up ahead….ignore the sign distance.

Next post we will enter the town of Barkerville.