WESTWOLD

Yesterday was destination Westwold.  I read on a friend's facebook page that he was going to be selling his pottery at the Westwold craft fair.

For those of you who are not familiar with Westwold I shall give a brief description.  You know that old cliche saying, "Blink and you will miss it"?  Well there you go.  I just gave you a brief description of Westwold.

They did have a fairly large hall and it was crammed full of tables and tables of stuff and people.  It was an ugly day yesterday.  Snow, slush, rain, mud....no where to park etc...but many many people, bless them, were there.  The cars were lined up all along both sides of the highway and the parking lot was full to max.

I had decided to go because of that friend on Facebook.  His family and ours lived on the Experimental Farm in Smithers back in the fifties! By total happenstance, through the Smithers Facebook page, I discovered pictures of that family and reconnected with Alan Price (no relation) and his brother Barry.  And it turned out that Barry lived in North Vancouver and his son Tim was the same age as Monte and had been in our house many times!  What a coincidence!

  So when I read that Alan was going to be at the Westwold fair, I decided to go and actually meet him!  He lives in Armstrong, not far from where my dad was born, raised and buried.  Connections!!!

I picked up Anne, who came with me for the day, and we headed off.  Its about an hour away.  There were a lot of people there, I was very surprised.  But, I spied him immediately!  Big hugs and happy conversation and beautiful pottery.  I spied the two pieces I wanted immediately.  They are beautiful!  I also bought fudge, jam, cake etc...from some of the other awesome purveyors.  Its amazing what people can produce with their two hands.  I can't make anything so I am really admiring of those who can.  It was a very pleasant event I must say and really amazing to see Alan in person!

On another note I am still waiting for some of Monte's friends to come and help move the dining furniture for me.  Its funny how that kid has helped numerous people move their crap with his van and his muscles, but now that he needs help....where the hell are they?

This is an age old problem.  I have been the owner of a truck pretty much my whole life.  Back in the day when us younguns did a lot of moving, I was constantly being asked to borrow my truck.  Well, I never leant my truck to any of them.  We were all poor and if they racked it up they would never be able fix it.  So I always came along with the truck, babies in tow, and moved them.  And even when they promised that they would have people there to help, they never did.  So I would strap the kids down in the truck, roll up my sleeves and hump couches, boxes, chairs, tables etc..into the truck then out of the truck.

Then it would come to my moving day.  And I moved about six times before Kevin got into school.  And not once did any of those people I moved ever show up.  My friend Anne did, every time but she was the only one.  The final move was my whole condo into a budget truck and she and I, just us, moved it all... even a big enormous huge piano up a ramp into the truck and tied it down.

So, hey you people out there that use friends to move, help them when its their turn.  Its only fair.

TTYL