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.
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Inverhuron, 519-368-5354
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CO-OPERATIVE
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WOOL ADVANCE PAYMENTS
Skirted Fleeces
Well -Packed Sacks
For more information contact:
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WOOL DEPOT
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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
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EAST FRIESIAN
DAIRY SHEEP
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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