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The Rural Voice, 2003-12, Page 48Thanks to the farmers who have supplied us with excellent wool and to all our customers who purchased yarn for their knitting projects. Merry Christmas. The Philosopher's Wool Co. Inverhuron, 519-368-5354 Stumped for the perfect gift? Check out The Rural Voice book selection on pages 28-29 of this issue 44 THE RURAL VOICE STEEL 4 ,. i it ) lYY iG SERVICE CENTRE INC. - 479 MacEwan Street, Goderich • N7A 4M1 - YOUR LOCAL SUPPLIER ISO 9002 REGISTERED > Milk production records available MafF you nsal&e many f.app'j m,ento'tiee utitli family and Ptienda Mitt aeaaan. [.liana you felt vette patrcanage aaet t!I a yeaeds. Please Call: TOLL FREE: 1-888-871-7330 PHONE: (519) 524-8484 FAX: (519) 524-2749 44 THE RURAL VOICE CANADIAN CO-OPERATIVE WOOL GROWERS LIMITED Ar 41, Now Available WOOL ADVANCE PAYMENTS Skirted Fleeces Well -Packed Sacks For more information contact: WINGHAM WOOL DEPOT John Farrell R.R. 2, Wingham, Ontario Phone/Fax 519-357-1058 green plaid would have to do and I was determined not to whine about it. As the all-important date drew near, the preparations reached a frenzied pitch. Every afternoon we practised our songs, recitations and plays. We grew increasingly excited and dire warnings from teacher were needed to settle the boys down. Did we want to embarrass ourselves in front of the whole community by being ill-prepared? A few days before the great event the fathers came to set up the stage and the huge tree so we could decorate it with handmade ornaments. The evening before the concert, my mother suggested we should go to bed early in order to be well rested for the big day. She was busy pressing my brother's good pants. "Before you go upstairs, go into our bedroom and get me the scissors off the dresser please." Our parents' bedroom was downstairs near the main room, convenient for keeping the woodstove that heated the farmhouse fed during the night. There on the bed lay an aqua -blue taffeta dress, the shimmering fabric making the simply cut dress beautiful. My mother had sewn the dress while we were at school, hiding every shiny scrap of evidence by the time we arrived home in the afternoon. 1 imagine and hope the look on my face was my mother's reward. The Nativity play was successful as usual, with squirming shepherds, wise men with slipping crowns, and a joyful Mary clad in a shining blue dress. The event itself, the concert, is blurred now with all the other Christmas concerts. A familiar looking Santa distributed the gifts from underneath the tree, most often a well-chosen book from teacher. The lunch was provided by the ladies, and the local pianist and fiddle player provided reels for square dancing as we children watched, amazed as our hard- working parents whirled to the familiar calls. But the most vivid picture of that Christmas is one seen only in my mind, that of my mother bending over the treadle sewing machine with yards of gleaming and billowing blue taffeta.0 J.R. FARMS EAST FRIESIAN DAIRY SHEEP 4 ,. i it ) lYY iG j > Breeding Stock and FI crosses > Milk production records available > Closed Flock, Maedi -Visna OPP - negative > Economically priced BILL AND LAURA MCKAY RR 2 Tavistock, ON NOB 2R0 (519) 462-1446 e-mail: jrdairysheep@execulink.com CANADIAN CO-OPERATIVE WOOL GROWERS LIMITED Ar 41, Now Available WOOL ADVANCE PAYMENTS Skirted Fleeces Well -Packed Sacks For more information contact: WINGHAM WOOL DEPOT John Farrell R.R. 2, Wingham, Ontario Phone/Fax 519-357-1058 green plaid would have to do and I was determined not to whine about it. As the all-important date drew near, the preparations reached a frenzied pitch. Every afternoon we practised our songs, recitations and plays. We grew increasingly excited and dire warnings from teacher were needed to settle the boys down. Did we want to embarrass ourselves in front of the whole community by being ill-prepared? A few days before the great event the fathers came to set up the stage and the huge tree so we could decorate it with handmade ornaments. The evening before the concert, my mother suggested we should go to bed early in order to be well rested for the big day. She was busy pressing my brother's good pants. "Before you go upstairs, go into our bedroom and get me the scissors off the dresser please." Our parents' bedroom was downstairs near the main room, convenient for keeping the woodstove that heated the farmhouse fed during the night. There on the bed lay an aqua -blue taffeta dress, the shimmering fabric making the simply cut dress beautiful. My mother had sewn the dress while we were at school, hiding every shiny scrap of evidence by the time we arrived home in the afternoon. 1 imagine and hope the look on my face was my mother's reward. The Nativity play was successful as usual, with squirming shepherds, wise men with slipping crowns, and a joyful Mary clad in a shining blue dress. The event itself, the concert, is blurred now with all the other Christmas concerts. A familiar looking Santa distributed the gifts from underneath the tree, most often a well-chosen book from teacher. The lunch was provided by the ladies, and the local pianist and fiddle player provided reels for square dancing as we children watched, amazed as our hard- working parents whirled to the familiar calls. But the most vivid picture of that Christmas is one seen only in my mind, that of my mother bending over the treadle sewing machine with yards of gleaming and billowing blue taffeta.0