SHERRY’S NOTE—This was my mother’s last “Tehk Talk.” To all her faithful followers, we would like to say Mom appreciated all of those who touched bases and followed her column. As a byline to her column, I have added some verses of two songs that I had written about her.
She’s a very special lady,
Somehow, she makes life work:
Giving time to community
Writing, friends and church.
Always time to say ‘hello’
Or comfort a sick friend;
More time to say ‘goodbye’
Or ‘until we meet again.’
And as we look to the future,
And hope that the season
Will bring a new season song,
As the years fade softly
It helps me remember
The Island is where I belong.
Begins her morning at the break of dawn,
Keeps on moving ‘til the sun goes down.
There are places to go and people to meet,
Talking with a neighbour in the middle of the street.
Begins with pen and paper, sitting in an easy chair,
The stories of when and why and maybe sometimes where.
For anyone who’s reading, that column means a lot,
You know what I mean if you read it, it’s good old Tehk Talk.
Now Bobby had an accident, Judy’s got the flu,
David’s in the hospital, met Mary down there too.
The card game at the local hall, the scores all make the news.
The politics of small towns, she always has a view.
Tehk Talk is an institution, a story on its own,
A weekly gift in writing, keeps us all in touch with home.
Small-town correspondents, spreading small-town news,
Reality in writing, no TV and no reviews!
EDITOR’S NOTE: This is Pat Hall’s final Tehk Talk, penned as Pat and daughter Sherry made their way to Pat’s surgical appointment in Toronto, via son Kim’s home in Meaford. Pat passed away in hospital there, following a surgical procedure she elected to try as a way of improving her long-term quality of life. Pat passed away last Wednesday, July 15, 2020. We will miss her musings and keen observations.
Day one: It was a little more difficult than I anticipated, but then again it seems like I manage to bring problems with me. Sherry has spent hours trying to find a place to stay without stairs or expensive parking. And then, to make matters worse, going for the Sudbury test T.E.E. Didn’t I have dirty socks? Now it’s not really my fault as I’m old and I’m sure my clean socks are still on the arm of the chair at home. There was so much to do in the morning, we were to leave at 5:45 am and I ran out of time (and memory?) I was going to put foot cream on, clean socks and brush off my shoes. I just didn’t look down, I was embarrassed. Anyway, the nice technician (Alicia?) covered my feet with a blanket? Oh yeah, the test was awful: first the gargling with like jello. Virtually impossible, then the mouth throat. It was one of those big expanding Kodak cameras (I think). The pain?
The extra-warm trip to Meaford: we got there about 4:30 pm, drinking only sips, not really eating though I did down some fresh tender garden peas out of Kim’s lovely garden.
We sat on their deck and watched the sun go down in every imaginable lovely colour, pastels and roses, lavender to turquoise. They have a beautiful spot.
Day two: Finally, a game of cribbage. I’ve been starved of playing since COVID-19. Kathy and I barely won. Second game with Kim, his last hand a “24”.
The air is cooling off tonight and we sat outside playing cribbage ‘til dark. Kathy and I won all three games, but Kim and Sherry were pushing us.
We had a delicious Chinese food dinner. The yard is alive with every kind of bird, and the bunnies seem to be quite brave and everywhere. Kim hasn’t had any in his gardens yet. I think Toolin keeps them out. Today I’m just reading and eating.
KIM’S NOTE—I believe my mother would agree that she had a pretty good run. From our family, we would like to say, a big ‘Thank You All’ for the kind words and support.
As mother might say: Life is an amazing journey, with the people that you meet along the way. She will be missed.