Try this visit next Saturday

Our Clover Valley Farmers’ Market remains famous for its variety of wares as well as vendors of all kinds. They come from just about every occupation as well as some far-off corners of the world.
You might even meet a few farmers in there on a Saturday morning, I discovered.
La Vallee sisters-in-law, Deb Cornell and Pat Clysdale-Cornell, are doing double duty again this summer from their booth which specializes in elk products, that is meat as well as elk horn medicine which I will try for my arthritis.
Meanwhile, Pat’s husband, Kim Cornell, is branching into national sales of his Hereford cattle.
I didn’t get around to all the vendors but talked to an astonishing assortment there last week. Bob MacDonald, for instance, has a central spot for his terrific art gallery. As an MNR retiree, of course, his photos and paintings concentrate on the outdoors.
You’ve got Eric and Alfreda Swinkels, back from their winter place in Florida, with their retirement venture featuring exotic shell art. Quite a contrast for him after 36 years of flying on his minnow business around the Clearwater chain.
They also produce great garden plants and vegetables.
Christina Stoessinger catches attention with her large collection of antique dishes and other items, while Bill Birrell from Emo obviously is enjoying his eighth year of furniture-making after giving up pulpwood trucking.
Jim Sheloff, also from Emo, is four years retired now after 28 years as a carpenter so he turned back to his former trade, butchering, and looks after the Cloverleaf meat booth from the Fairway Store.
And now we meet two young sisters from Barwick, Esther and Doris Heatwole, who regularly sell 80 loaves of bread every Saturday as well as pies and other baking products.
As this is a whole other world, you owe it to yourself to explore before summer slips away–and I haven’t even mentioned the Lowey growers and others yet. More next week, probably.
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Our legendary baseball pitcher, Diamond Dave Brockie, has not been feeling well so wife, Mildred, dug up a 1938 story from the Baudette, Mn. newspaper to help fill in the lineup for his pre-war team.
Here it is except for players we remembered last week.
There also was the sportswriter’s statement that Brockie had just turned in “nine innings of superb baseball.” A lot of their games were with Minnesota teams.
Hitters Swanee Swanson and Hap Clark had won that game 2-0.
The squad included Mike VanJura, Dukes McDonald, Willy Calder, Alec Chorney, and Gus Gaignault, with either businessmen Jim Moore or Ray Holmes as manager. Mitch and Morrie Pechet and Jack Cargill were other players at times.
Dave had arrived earlier from Portage la Prairie for a job at Gledhill’s jewellery store and a $100 offer in an invitation from Jack Cargill. This was in preference to a bid from Arkansas with no cash attached.
Apparently Cargill knew Dave’s ability.
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If you enter McDonald’s, you will be impressed by the unofficial hostess, energetic Mary Jane Beaulieu. I’ll nominate Mary Jane for a medal any day.
Another note from Hamburger Alley: this is Writing Week and the second-graders have taken full advantage with their very entertaining book reports.
Looks like they’re all after my job!
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My past career contained 22 years as Winnipeg Tribune agent here and friendships with 42 paper carriers, so it was a treat to learn that one of them had come across a 1978 copy.
Gordon Sisco found it while rummaging around in his Rainbow Motel the other day and brought it around for some reminiscing. The long-gone Trib, with up to 4,000 Fort Frances subscribers, was the best circulated daily ever here.
The kids once delivered very faithful before school but their customers tipped very well, too.
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“Grease” will always remain our favourite high school musical and we can’t get over the hard work of all concerned. But then, it was well-supported, too, with practically full houses four times.
I’m being partial, I know, when I give top marks for the tremendous performances of some very acrobatic boys, but I appreciated compliments on my granddaughter’s dancing and singing contribution, and comments on the family resemblance!
We all wondered about so much smoking and necking but that, of course, was an American school in the ’50s!
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Jack Hedman, while doing the census deliveries outside town, dropped off this joke.
A fellow was denied admission into a night club because he was not wearing a necktie, but necessity brings up idea. So he returned with cable jumpers tied in a bow around his neck and the handles stuck in his pants.
The doorman said, “I suppose that will be all right, as long as you don’t start something in there!”

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