Sunday, July 8, 2012

Kenora, Ontario, by Margaret Ullrich, part 14, Transplanting

They say a body in motion tends to stay in motion.
Well, a person getting started on a computer hook up tends to get started on 
more computer hook ups.

Yesterday I hooked onto our bank's computer system.
It was so easy.
Paperless is the way to go.
I feel like a twit for not doing it sooner.

Well, just like marijuana, the bank's site was the gateway for me.
I went to a few local stores' websites.
One grocery store allowed me to load my loyalty card with special offers.
No more clipping coupons for me.
I am fully locked and loaded for earning gazillion points!!
If I play the various points systems right, I'll never need cash again!


We had a bit of rain last night, but it's now a sunny Sunday.
Forty years ago we were having an alternately sunny and rainy Saturday.
We decided to drive on to Kenora.

Takeout places were few and far between in that area.
So, I cooked up a pot of beans and franks.
I wrapped the pot in a few blankets, thinking we'd have a hot lunch 
whenever we wanted it.

Then we had to get gas.
The maneuvering was a bit of a hassle.
After the gas up, we stopped for a snack.
At noon we were finally back on the road.

Forty years ago money was the main topic of conversation.
No, it wasn't about computer banking or loading loyalty cards.
That would've sounded like something from Star Trek back in 1972.

Nope, it was The Great Artist's Dilemma.
Cartooning for the soul.
Advertising for the money.

We stopped at a vantage point to enjoy the view.
While there we decided to have lunch.
No, the beans and franks hadn't stayed warm.
Maybe that should've given us a hint that plans don't always work out.

It didn't.

We discussed soul versus money the rest of the trip.
Our talk was full of cliches.
We were in our very early twenties.
No, we didn't know then what we know now.

At 6:00 p.m. it started raining heavily.
We finally arrived at Pye's Landing, our next campsite.
It was an interesting place, geared to permanent campers.
There was a shower and a laundromat.
Some folks had a room attached to their trailers.
There wasn't any television reception.
We were back in Lake Superior's northern bush country. 

I heated a can of spaghetti and meatballs.
Paul was drawing plans of what could be added to our trailer.

I have to add a bit of background here...
We were absolutely clueless about places outside of New York.
We'd thought we were settling the west by going to Vancouver.
Yeah, right, we were that dumb.

A few months earlier we'd seen an article in The New York Daily News 
about Howard Hughes living in Vancouver.
Crazy he was.
Living in a tent or trailer he wasn't.

I don't know why it didn't dawn on us that British Columbia was settled.
Such is the way of youth.
We planned to add a room to our trailer.
It would come in handy until our log cabin was built.

After supper we went to phone home.
Ma wished us a Happy Anniversary.
We'd been married three months.

After the call we walked around the campground.
We took special note of the rooms attached to the trailers.
We were having a wonderful time planning our next eighty years.

Ignorance can be bliss.

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