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We have a new baby. No, not a puppy, and not a real baby. It’s an airplane. Here’s a photo of it, snuggled under a baby blanket:

Last Tuesday, we flew to Mont Tremblant. We go there early each ski season for my husband to ski and for me to get some quality writing time.

We had taken trips with the plane before, but this was the first time we took the plane to fly somewhere specific instead of driving there. We had a number of small mishaps. The first time we took off, one of the monitors wasn’t working so we taxied back and they fixed it. Next time, we turned back because my door wasn’t completely shut. Third time we got up there, it seemed like the radio wasn’t working. I was beginning to think that a long drive to Mont Tremblant might be preferable, but it turned out the radio was indeed working, it’s just that the usual Toronto radio line was malfunctioning. We found the alternate and were finally off.

Here’s my husband, Pilot Orest:

We had to fly 9000 feet (we usually fly about 4000 ft) because of the weather. We shot through the rain and clouds and flew above, where the sun was shining and the clouds were below us.

Here's the sunset from above the clouds:

You can see the new moon in this one:

 When we finally got to the Mt Tremblant airport, we got a rental car and the guy gave us a hand-drawn map -- in French handwriting and a poor photocopy at that -- of how to get to the resort. We got lost. I had my GPS in my blackberry, but it wouldn't accept the various city names we tried to input. Argh. We finally got in around 8:30pm.

Back in October, I had the pleasure to present at an OISE conference for elementary teacher candidates. Carol Jupiter, one of the organizers, introduced each speaker with a poem. She gave me permission to post them on my blog. Here they are:

Marsha Skrypuch

Travels wide

Before she takes us

Deep inside

The worlds that she knows best

And where there is such little rest

Till characters resolve

The woes that lead them

Through twists and turns

Till they emerge anew

Questions answered

Hopes restored.

So when we shut the door

We know that things are better than before.

 

Richard Scrimger

When he’s not jumping

You know he’s thumping

The keys.

Plots boiling,

Characters roiling

Stirring in the breeze.

Isn’t it something?

The story unfolding

It’s another we’ll seize

Because it’s exciting

It’s all in the writing.

So please

We’ve done the inviting.

Welcome, Richard please.

 

Linda Granfield

You know she loves history

That’s no mystery.

She digs up the past

To make it last.

That’s her present

Recording events

To help us remember

So the last little ember

Remains long past December.

 

Frieda Wishinsky

She’s not shy

And this is why

Her smile is wide

She speaks with pride

About her stories,

Writing and books.

So step right up

Be not afraid

Meet the characters

In the Wishinsky parade.

 

Paula Wing

Translator,

Actor,

Playwright,

Teacher too.

She’s fun, she’s lively

Charming and delightful.

She sings, she dances.

Friendly, never spiteful.

Yes, Paula Wing is the

Real thing.

She’ll take us on a fling

To ideas and places

Unseen before.

Call Me Aram will be coming out in a matter of weeks, but I did get advance copies in time for last week’s Book Week tour. The artwork is absolutely stunning.  Here’s what the book is about:

Aram Davidian is one of a group of Armenian refugee orphans who made the long journey from Corfu, Greece, to a farm in Georgetown, Ontario. And like the others, Aram is delighted with the beauty of his new home and the kindness of the people who have sponsored them. But something isn’t quite right. Why do his Canadian hosts keep calling him David Adams?

I was recently asked to do an extensive interview for Chapters online. I loved the insightful questions and am thrilled that the interview is now available online.

Check it out here.

I got up this morning at 7am, washed, packed, dressed and checked out by 7:45 and went down for breakfast. I was being picked up at 8:30 but my ride came early. Fortunately, I’d had a chance to finish my breakfast.

First stop was Ridna Shkola and the young children. These are Ukrainian language Saturday students. Taras had asked me to tell them why I didn’t speak Ukrainian. It all has to do with the prejudice directed at my father when he was a boy. He was beaten every day at school for speaking Ukrainian. And his and his siblings’ names were all anglicized. He didn’t want that for my sister and I so we never took Ukrainian. I told those kids that they were very lucky to live in Canada now; a Canada that was more tolerant. I think it was the sheer exhaustion of the week, but I began to weep. I hate it when that happens. The poor kids. A teacher brought me a tissue and I took a deep breath. Then I did a storytelling session with Enough and we talked about the Holodomor.

From there, Taras drove me to St. John’s Cathedral and I did a session with the Ukrainian language high school students. I enjoyed talking to these students. Mostly I have been presenting to younger students this week so it was a good change for me.

When I was finished, Taras helped me out with my luggage and Marty Chan met me outside.

I hadn’t met Marty in person but we play wordscraper on facebook quite regularly. We had lunch at a Japanese restaurant and we had a great visit. I was enthralled with Marty’s journey to becoming a writer and playwright and broadcast journalist. There were many parallels in our early lives. He dropped me off at the airport and right now I am on the second flight. It is 9:50pm and I will be in my own bed in about three hours.

It was an amazing Book Week. I met such great kids and so many fabulous educators. I love Alberta hospitality. If I were to move out of Ontario, Alberta would be where I would want to live. I love the friendliness and the wide open spaces. I love the vast sky and the fact that people can pronounce my last name without hesitation.

An addendum. It is Monday November 24. I had my appointment with the orthopedic surgeon and the MRI showed that I do have a torn meniscus. A “serious” tear, he says, but fixable. My surgery is scheduled for just before Christmas.

 

I slept soundly last night. The Coast is a really comfortable hotel. Helen picked me up at 9am, so I had a chance to have a shower and wash my hair, have a leisurely breakfast with an extra cup of coffee, and read the paper. I did two back to back readings at the Strathcona Public Library. Big groups, but nice kids. Then Helen and two of the library staff took me to a pasta place with fantastic homemade pasta. I locked myself into the bathroom for about 5 minutes and was panicking, but the door finally did open. The restaurant was so loud that no one heard my banging and calling out. Helen drove me to Camrose and we had trouble finding the library. Got out my trusty GPS yet again and arrived – about 4 minutes late. There was a good number of people waiting patiently for me to arrive in the meeting room in the basement. I think there were 20 or so people, both kids and adults. Not a bad turnout for the middle of the day. I began presenting as I peeled off my coat. I presented for over the allotted hour because when I wrapped up, everyone remained sitting and kept asking more questions. We left at around 3 or 3:15. There was a traffic jam on the main street as we were leaving. An accident had recently occurred. Scattered over the street were hand tools – wrenches, screwdrivers, etc. We were diverted onto a parallel street, and when we got to the front of the traffic, we could see a pick-up truck with the front all bashed in. There were several other cars that had been dented. The poor person in the truck likely lost his livelihood when he lost all those tools.

We got back to the hotel at about 4:40 so I had a bit of time before my 5:30 pick up to wash and change and put on an extra layer of nail polish. My ride came 17 minutes early. Fortunately, I was ready except for wet polish. I left without my coat. The weather was mild and I didn’t want to smudge my nails.

This next venue was a wine and cheese with the Ukrainian Orthodox Women’s Association. This group is donating a copy of Enough to every elementary school in Alberta.

They asked me to be at this wine and cheese and to be the speaker because this was the launch of their program. I wore non-blue jeans for this special occasion. I had an ivory jacket and black wool pants, but still wore my boots – my knee has been somewhat sore all week. It took me about 20 pokes to get my Princess Olha medal on the lapel. I felt that this was an appropriate venue for wearing it. They had copies of Enough for sale at the event and it was really nice to chat with people from the Edmonton Ukrainian community. They gave me two standing ovations. One when Nadia mentioned what I received the medal for, and again, after my speech. I signed books and then Mary took me back to the hotel. I was a bit anxious because I thought I was going to be back by about 7:20. Nadia had mentioned that there was another event at the hall and they had to be out by 7. I had made plans to meet my friend Connie Forst for dinner at the restaurant attached to the hotel and I had visions of her sitting in there by herself wondering where I was. It turned out she had a late start coming into Sherwood Park herself. I had time to change back into jeans and we arrived at the restaurant at the same time. She had her sister Caroline there as well. Caroline is a librarian at a Sherwood Park public school. Connie is a public librarian. I was also hoping to meet Karen Willsey Bass in person. She was coming in to Edmonton with her friend Gisela to do some interviews, but we hadn’t emailed in over a week so I wasn’t sure if that was still on. Just as our dinners arrived, Karen and Gisela also arrived. Karen is also a librarian, so it was like old home week. We stayed and chatted to nearly midnight.

When I got back to the room, I didn’t even attempt to pack. Just washed and flopped into bed.

The thing that I love about Best Westerns is that they have free Internet, a pool, hot tub and fast breakfast. I got dressed and packed early, had something to eat, got caught up on email and was picked up by Judy from Connaught School at 8:20am. I left my big suitcase at the hotel for later pick up. Judy asked me if the excitement had woken me up. What excitement? I asked. There had been a fire right behind the hotel. Fire trucks, sirens, smoke. I slept through it all.

Connaught School was built in 1912. A big old school, and I was speaking in the gym – not my favourite place. It was a lot of kids too – about 140. But even with the bad acoustics it was fine because the kids were so well-behaved. Lots of good questions. The public librarian popped in to hear my session as well. She was born in Brantford.

Judy took me to Davison School. Another great school with really well behaved students. What is it about Medicine Hat that makes the kids so well behaved? I did two back to back sessions there, one with younger kids and one with the older ones. A student gave me a giant marble. With the younger ones, I did a storytelling of Enough and with the older ones, I read the vomit scene from The Hunger. They asked for more, so I read them the beating up scene from Hope’s War. There had been a number of boys in the older group who had said that they didn’t like reading, so I was glad for the opportunity to read those bits. Boys love them. They gathered around after the readings, wanting to ask more questions. That’s always such a great thing.

Anne Rogers handed me a bagged lunch as I got into her car. It was a feast. An egg salad sandwich (my standby) a salad, cut veggies and dip, a chocolate bar, and yogurt. I had the sandwich in the car. When I got to Webster Niblock, I found out that I had another 20 minutes so I had the yogurt too. Packed up the rest and I am taking it to Edmonton with me.

The two sessions I did at Niblock were both in the music room and, like at Davison, the acoustics were good and the groups weren’t too big – no more than 100 – so I didn’t have to use my microphone. The younger kids came in first and I did a storytelling of Enough and then showed them my medal. They were thrilled. A really nice group of kids. I always talk about my own early reading difficulties and that topic resonated with them.

The older group (5 and 6) were also very well-behaved, yet enthusiastic listeners. I had enough time to read them the vomit scene from The Hunger. Normally I let the kids choose what scene they’ll be hearing, but the two sessions were back to back and the first group took longer to exit because they were all looking at the medal, so the second group had a slightly shorter session. After it was over, kids gathered round to talk to me. Some came in later, and chatted while I packed my things up. Avis invited me to the staff room and they had fresh cut fruit and yummy cookies. Niblock’s teachers obviously love their school and their kids and each other. There was an easy jocularity amongst them. One of the teachers, Jeet, told me about her early life and the lives of her parents. Really interesting stuff. I told her that she needed to write these stories. Several of the teachers took me for dinner after school, and another of the teachers, Pat, also had amazing stories. I encouraged her to write as well. It would be fabulous is Pat and Jeet started a writing club to encourage each other at school. I will be emailing them to see if they are writing.

Dinner was great. It was this Italian place that was packed to the rafters with Medicine Hatters. Thursday is steak and pasta night. Really nice steak. And the steak and pasta is only $7.95. Hard to believe! After dinner, Avis dropped me off at the airport. Took one flight to Calgary and right now I am in the plane to Edmonton. By the time I get in to the hotel it will be about 10pm.

It was actually about 10:25 when I got in to the hotel. The taxi driver didn’t know where the Coast Edmonton East was. Good thing I had my trusty blackberry with its GPS. When I got to the hotel, I checked in and then walked over to a 7-11 around the corner for some nail polish remover. I had been adding a layer of polish each day but it was all now chipped beyond repair. I phoned Helen Lavendar, the storyteller who was driving me around on Friday, on my way back from the 7-11. I didn’t want to wait til I got into my room because it was so late as it was.

 

Jodi from Sundre Library picked me up after I had a quick breakfast at the Best Western. The Sundre library is lovely. It used to be the elementary school but was renovated into the library. Jodi and Michael couldn’t have been more welcoming. Almost as soon as I got there, a group of grade 3 students arrived. They sat in silence while I did my final set up and I introduced myself and began my session right away. They asked great questions and sat listening attentively beyond the hour allotment.

Michael drove me to Mary Hay’s house in the country and then Mary drove me to Calgary. The roads were quite icy and we had a challenge finding Ecole St. Wilfrid. When we got there, we were ushered into the library, where tables of selected children sat. There was a place marker on a table indicating where I was to sit. I was served delicious homemade lasagna and an ice cream sandwich for dessert. The children who were in the room had been voted in by their classmates as the students who exemplified the virtue of compasssion. After I finished my lunch, I stood and answered their questions.

I got a chance to meet Ginger Mullin in person while at Ecole St. Wilfrid. She came in for lunch with her children. It is so good to put a face to a name. Ginger has done a brilliant job of organizing this week. Everything is going like clockwork. It’s a busy week (just like I requested) but everything is so beautifully organized that it isn’t tiring.

After that, I had two back to back sessions. The first was with grades 1 to 3 and the second was 4 to 6. There were a lot of kids in each group but they were attentive and they asked good questions. After the sessions, the librarian brought me a massive pile of Prisoners in the Promised Land to sign. There must have been more than 40. The staff had purchased some Daughter of War for themselves and I also autographed place name papers. I was then driven to the airport and flew to Medicine Hat. I ended up in yet another 2^nd floor room with no elevator so I asked for help with my luggage. Went to the restaurant across from the parking lot and had bison and Saskatoon berry pie and then came back and had a swim. Am looking forward to my very busy Thursday.
 

 

 

My cousin Janet Forchuk’s grandson Dustin goes to New Sarepta School, and that’s where I started my day. Janet also came to the school to hear my talks. Dustin was in the first group of the day and he sat up close to the front. The library was a really lovely one, with a reading loft off to one side, lots of comfy giant pillows scattered on the ground. I would have loved a reading loft when I was a kid. There were about 140 students in that first group and they were really attentive, asking great questions. At the end of the session, I signed a postcard for each student and gave them out as they walked out of the library. I asked Janet to hold Dustin back because I had something for him. We got some pictures of the three of us and then I gave Dustin the one extra book that I brought for the entire week – a brand new copy of Call Me Aram straight from Hong Kong. He was thrilled. Janet was thrilled as well. Dustin hugged me, then hugged me again. I heard that he carried the book around like a prize for the rest of the day.

The second group was coming in as the last of the first were leaving. These were the young students – k to 3. Again, great kids, very attentive. They all got postcards too. After that session, a teacher of Ukrainian heritage named Michelle came up to me and thanked me for writing my stories. She had set up my book display area and had brought in some lovely Ukrainian artifacts. She told me that she had many family stories from her parents and grandparents. I told her that she needed to write them. I hope she does.

Cheryl took me back to Edmonton and to St. Martin Ukrainian bilingual school. I had been at this school in 2001 so it was neat to be back. Taras Podilsky was a teacher back then and now he is assistant principal. And another teacher I know from one of the other schools – Natalie Harasymiw – is now at this school. So it was wonderful to see both of these friends. I did two sessions at this school and the students were all pretty familiar with my books. I had run out of bookmarks for the day, so gave Taras a small handful to give out as he saw fit. The first group was grades 6 and 7 and many of them brought in their own copies of my books. We talked mostly about Prisoners in the Promised Land, but of course about Enough as well, because this is Holodomor Remembrance week. I didn’t tell them the story because they already knew it. Instead, I told them about what happened to me after the story came out – the hate mail and death threats. But then the good things, with so many organizations buying copies and distributing them to various groups so that people all over would know about this tragedy.

The next group were the younger kids. So I did a storytelling session with Enough, and then did questions and answers.

Audrey, the librarian from Devon, was waiting for me by this time. She took me to her library. It is a beautiful new library. Her library had been in the high school for years and only recently got its own building. She warned me that they were having trouble getting people to get used to coming out to programming at the library. She also told me that she had done a display of my books and all of them were borrowed out. I half expected no one to come to the session, but four children and a handful of adults came. I did a storytelling of Enough and then, because it was such a small group, I invited the kids up to the front to they could go through the various drafts of my books and see how a book it made. They were really quite fascinated with that. It was a unique opportunity for me to spend that amount of detailed time with a small number of children.

The newest employee at the library is Holly, who is also the school bus driver and a gifted storyteller. When she walked into the room, the kids ran up to hug her. She took me to Leduc for dinner and also to catch the Greyhound to Red Deer. It was so nice to eat dinner with Holly. She has a fascinating lifestyle. She’s raised chickens, she’s been a teacher, and now she drives a school bus and works at the library. She took me to the White Spot for dinner and we both had a thai chicken salad and tea. We had quite the challenge finding the Greyhound depot. She got me there four minutes before the bus was supposed to be there. I had visions of taking a taxi to Red Deer but the bus was a bit late and all was well. They wanted to charge $15 extra for my book bag, so I shoved it in my luggage. Holly sat on it and I zipped it up. I still have about 1000 postcards to give out and they take up a lot of room.

It was an uneventful bus ride and I got a taxi within minutes of stepping out to the curb.

As soon as I got into the hotel, I had a quick swim and a soak in the hot tub. Glorious. I’ve rearranged my luggage and hope it will work well tomorrow. I’m not taking a flight or bus tomorrow so I’ve got my books and presentation materials out of my suitcase and in book bags. Forgot to mention. I’m almost finished the one book I brought for reading – Arthur Slade‘s Megiddo’s Shadow (excellent read) so Audrey let me look through the book donations. I took two: a Gail Bowen and a Peter Robinson.

 

On Saturday Nov 15^th I had one reading at the Jasper Public library, so most of the day was free. I slept in til about 9am and then had breakfast and walked around town. I have to be careful with the walking because of the torn meniscus. The day before I left on this tour, I had an MRI on my knee. When I get back, I’ll get the results.

So I walked around town for the fresh air and the beauty. I popped in to the local bookstore and signed copies of my books there and have a great chat with the staff. Then I went back to the hotel. I took a taxi to the library because even though it was just a couple kilometers from my hotel, I didn’t want to risk walking there as I carried my very heavy book bag.

John from Sundog tours came to the library presentation, as did one of the people from the bookstore. The librarian warned me that there might not be a big crowd because the sun was shining, but there was actually a nice group of people. All of the chairs and cushions were filled. My estimate is about 14 people — kids and adults.

After the library reading, John took me to the internment camp. The local museum had heard about my visit and they had sent me some photos and a map about the internment camp. Agnes, the children’s librarian made copies for me. When John and I walked around the site, he compared the photos to what we could now see. It was very interesting and it was so informative to have John there pointing all these things out. A font of info. The librarian had also given me a note about a local couple from the genealogy society who had recently taken people on a tour of the internment camp, so I phoned and talked to them as well. It’s so greet that people here are so helpful. I am thrilled to have had the opportunity to come here and see for myself where my grandfather was interned. It is stunningly gorgeous here. It wouldn’t have been for him.

Tomorrow, I leave by bus at 7am back to Edmonton. No time even for coffee because no place close to here will be open yet, but I’ll manage.