Community Affairs

I remember many years ago, listening to CBC in the morning to my favorite talk show host, Peter Gzowski. Some of you may never have heard of this guy but to the artsy crowd in my age group and older - he was a GOD.

He mingled with the rich, the famous, the infamous and everyone would naturally consider him to be an extrovert.

I apologize for my lengthy hiatus from column-writing.

I blame the long, cold, bleak days of a winter that never seems to end for my lack of inspiration. However, after a lovely Easter break with many fine days of sunshine and lots of visiting with friends, I am feeling ready to tackle this literary task.

By Karen Cay

They say it is better to give than to receive, and while I love to get stuff, there is an amazing sense of anticipation and joy when doing something nice for someone else for no particular reason other than ... its a good thing to do.

On my 20th birthday, I freaked out.

I remember going for a long, long walk through our cattle pasture – a place of solace for me with its wonderful brook, beautiful trees and a clear view of acres and acres of land … and crying – ugly crying. I thought, “Today 20 – Tomorrow … 40!”.

By Karen Cay

The Evergreen artisan market recently held at the E A Rawlinson Center was a huge success again this year because of the uniqueness of bringing together the arts of craft, music and food.

By Karen Cay

The very name, Thanksgiving, implies a spirit of gratitude, happiness and memory-making.

Though I dread the season of fall, and mourn deeply the passing of summer; when the bounty of harvest becomes evident (whether it is from your own garden or the garden of others) I find there is a special feeling of ... contentment. The gold and burgundy leaves, the pumpkins, the pails of carrots and beets and turnips and corn, the combines in the field - these are the memory-making ingredients of a Saskatchewan Fall.

Recently, I have been thinking about age and music.

Now at first glimpse - the two don't seem to go together but, when you think about it, our music follows us as we mature from teens to adults to middle-agers to seniors to elderly.

To tip or not to tip?

That is the question posted recently on my Facebook page by a local chef. His query was about the idea of a restaurant charging more for its services but making it clear that tipping was not accepted. Such a restaurant would hold stringent quality control reviews for employee service but the employees would all be paid well. Interesting.

To not tip has become a cultural faux pas. Tipping is also a customer’s way to reward good service and to show appreciation.

By Karen Cay

George Bernard Shaw says, “The best place to seek God is in a garden. You can dig for him there,” and in this, I most heartily agree.

In the dredges of grey, cold, lifeless winter I, like many of you, survive by the dream of summer, of life, of garden.

By February, I am pouring over gardening books, ordering seeds and creating elaborate maps based on what needs full sun, what needs shade; what is tallest, what is shortest; what will be harvested early, what will be harvested late. So are many of you.

By Karen Cay

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