The Rural Voice, 1990-04, Page 60TOUR TO ENGLAND & HOLLAND B
BC
Including Royal Agricultural Show
and Farm Visits
June 30 - July 8, 1990
Includes return airfair, accommodation,
admission to the Royal Show, tour of London
with admission to St. Paul's Cathedral, farm visits
in England and Holland, canal tour, Aalsmeer Flower Market, 7 breakfasts,
one brunch and 5 dinners— guided throughout by Stita Farm Tours,
and accompanied by our Robert Q's Hostess — Carol Rock.
Call: 519-273-7800 or 1-800-265-1730
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56 THE RURAL VOICE
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said was that he wanted you to have
this." She handed me a package
wrapped loosely in brown paper.
I opened it. Inside was a watch
chain, carved out of a single piece of
wood. "As a young man my father
taught himself carving to while away
the winter evenings," Mrs. Roark ex-
plained. "He became quite proficient
at it."
"Gee," I mumbled. "Gee, thanks.
I sure appreciate it." That wasn't the
way it was at all, but of course I
couldn't tell her that.
That was nearly half a century
ago. I'm still wearing the watch
chain. Every once in a while I take
time to examine the intricate carving.
I think I learned a lesson that day, but
it's only these past few years that I can
fully appreciate what it was.0
The Covered Window
— a poem by Betty MacKinnon
R. R. 5, Chatsworth
A faint light flickers
Around the shield board
That protects the woodshed window
Day by day
The old cookstove
Consumes a wall of wood
In early spring
We remove the board
To view a changing scene
Strips of soil appear
Like bandages on the hills
Raucous crows
Raid the compost pile
The swelling brook
Roars down the ravine
We clean the window
till it's squeaky clean
The warm sun streams
Through the wavy panes
We turn off the electric light
That has been on day and night
And contemplate
What we will plant
In the woodshed windowbox