Go, ‘Gabby,’ go!

“There’s a story in our town of the prettiest girl around, golden hair and eyes of blue . . .”
Was Johnny Cash singing about our Gabby Hanzuk, the popular provider of Meals on Wheels and the main reason I’m staying in great condition?
And now Gabriella (her real name) was talking about cutting her hair against all advice! Everyone admires her long, golden tresses, although she is quick to admit her hair is naturally dark!
But Gabby has much more to recommend her in this town after years of organizing all the volunteers bringing us those very nourishing meals from the Rainycrest kitchen! She has managed to recruit her delivery people from 25 local groups, including service clubs and lodges—and even a women’s club or two.
But while Gabby is praised for her efforts in seeing our people eat so well, her own new look also is the talk of the town—and I’m glad the late Mr. Cash learned that also.
But Gabriella, just remember to stay beautiful like your name and keep that gorgeous hairstyle no matter how jealous other women may be. It’s quite possible she may be setting a great new style (well, new for this year as our older female residents can hark back to their mothers’ long hair).
Even though it became a nuisance and fell from favour for so long, that “look” has been missed lately. It used to be called a woman’s “crowning glory” and I’m all for it—along with their cooking ability, of course!
It’s also important you realize Gabby’s busy career includes much more! She has been involved in Special Olympics as well a caring for a home, including husband and family.
Of course, what fascinates many of us most is that warm and well-rounded supper we receive through her efforts five days a week at an old-fashioned bargain price.
It’s also a chance to meet those great volunteers, including occasionally Gabriella herself.
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At last I have discovered a living descendant of the family who gave Scott Street its name a full 100 years ago. She is Margaret Scott, whose uncle was Alex Scott, a former manager of Wells Hardware and close friend of our late town police chief, Louis Camirand.
Margaret remembers my late wife, Emily, as a friend.
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Now here comes a phone call from an experienced gold miner, John Nickels of Dryden, who appreciates references here to our last Mine Centre gold rush about 70 years ago.
He worked at the Olive mine, five miles east, and recalls that when a rock drill bit into a vein of gold, it caused the precious stuff—being soft—to form a ball around the drill point, which stuck so hard in the rock it was difficult to pull out!
But Nickels says the main idea in those days was to grab gold as easily as possible and move on—a system he calls hi-grading, which I had not heard in years.
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Ryan Brunetta, grandson of Ernie and currently a Dial-a-Driver, stopped in front of a home where a friendly dog always welcomes everyone although tied up—and a cat came out of the front door, also on a leash.
The pet owner explained that leashing cats conforms with a new town bylaw. Someone else mentioned losing a cat that way because cats can hang themselves before learning to comply with bylaws!
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Sasquatch has made a return appearance! According to the TV news, he already has been seen in various parts of the world, big and mean looking as ever when bush and jungle travellers formerly stayed on alert for him.
At around eight feet in height and covered with long hair, this monster was somewhat scary—especially since word got around that he might be arriving by UFO, which also were talked about and frequently seen over our lakes.
Those UFOs, or Unidentified Flying Objects, created legends of their own.
The sasquatch, probably as large as life, was occupying a corner of Vancouver’s mountains during my only visit there. Over his head, he held a huge log as if waiting to hurl it at you.
More than one corner of the world reports Sasquatch on the prowl again right now.
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Recently when I mentioned the “relief line” of unemployed men waiting for town hand-outs during the Great Depression, I had not leaned how much the town gave them.
Now, Lydia Ferguson, who once worked for town hall, recalls it was 75 cents per day—or considerably better then the provincial pay for constructing the Kenora highway ($5 per month).
Yes, times were indeed tough in the ’30s.
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On Groundhog Day (Feb. 2), I believe “Nutty,” my favourite entertainer, was trying to fool me. He doesn’t know there are only four official groundhogs for weather watchers in Canada.
In front of my balcony window there was a bulky brown object, big enough for a shadow, all right—but then I saw the tiny ears sticking out of it.
Somehow, “Nutty” had found an old brown scarf which he managed to wrap around him, but he wasn’t fooling me.
“Nutty,” as my readers have been told, is a born actor and there he was all set to give us six more weeks of winter. Only neither the weatherman nor myself were fooled. Nutty has to try harder than that.
But mind you, my little actor is a born ham, as we used to call show-offs like him. I expect “Nutty” eventually may make a career of acting as I keep predicting, but this sort of thing won’t do it for him.
He can’t put his show on the road just yet but wait until he gets his preposterous ideas over to Hollywood, where animal actors have been very successful before him.
Only he will have to become more serious and quit chasing those cute chipmunks.
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Dixie Kellar, Ken’s wife, with their young daughter, was among the Meals on Wheels volunteer waiters last week. The next lady server was Brenda Cox, daughter of John Moran and wife of Jim Cox, so I’m enjoying renewing old acquaintances.
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There was a strange coincidence of numbers in recent news. Not only was it Jan. 27, but that murder case out west came up telling about 27 dead women.
Then it was reported an elderly woman who had been blind for 27 years was miraculously seeing again.

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