Fabulous Empress Tiko Toyomi
Well again after surgery!
Wednesday, Jul. 20 - 11:03 PM
Saturday, August 31, 2013, 6:35 PM
I attended another high tea but at the finest tea room in Etobicoke. This one was arranged by QM Brenda Parkes for Queen Nadia Andreijew.
Nadia heralded in the beginning of a new era in Redhat high teas - Downton Abbey with a swish Victorian/Edwardian dress with a red hat so very "Downton Abbey" made for her from gifts from family and friends.
Brenda, our Victorian specialist, was wearing something younger looking and more Edwardian - a sheer overdress with lace above and below to cover a lavender underdress looking very much the part. She gave us an extended, authoratative talk on "Downton Abbey".
I wore my old lavender plaid Victorian dress I made in time for the high tea at the Victoriana Show in Cobourg back in the winter of 2011. Once again, I wore my red hat with the lavender brim trimmed in red, and my new tomato red ballet slipper shoes.
The high tea was executed without a hitch by Michelle who owns and operates the V--- G --- T-- R--- with the greatest interest in high teas. Michelle is a retired English kindergarten teacher and does tea well. She wore a long fitten black dress flared at the bottom with a white bolero-style jacket and finished the ensemble with a chain belt with intermittent large drop pearls. So in keeping with the atmosphere we all enjoyed.
Tea consisted of everything English from the bone **** to the slice of tiny Battenburg cake beside the best butter icing covered genovese cake. Of course, their age old specialty, the teapot-shaped cookie fully iced in our colours - lavender and deep pink. The scone was delightful and warm. The butter was piped. With the daintiest crustless sandwiches including not one, but two cucumber and cream cheese sandwiches and the daintiest ham and cheese sandwich amongst other dainties.
We all wore what we had and what a fine time pretending it was so very long ago - so very Downton Abbey with ever so many thanks to Bees.
Saturday, July 13, 2013, 2:47 AM
The other day, I went to my old workplace to visit the credit union and was waylaid by a redhead who asked me to "tax" myself on a weekly basis on behalf of their organization which made certain that girls were included in the education process after the wells were drilled and food was cultivated in the Third World.
I went home thinking how similar their objectives were to Save The Children to which I had belonged and enjoyed so much quite some time ago. I promised the redhead I would look them up on the web and call their home office.
Although I haven't donethat yet, I recalled all the joyous fundraising luncheons Save The Children used to hold and crafts we used to do keep the children's knit shop in the Cumberland subway building stocked with crafted books and knits as well as sort cancelled stamps for children abroad to collect.
We used to received newsletters complete with photographs of sponsored villages. One story had a picture of a man with the joyous name of Rhumba Talbot. To me his name meant he was born happy, healthy and strong. He would prevail. The Director asked me if I wouldn't make a trip to Africa to visit Rhuma Talbot which was quite unexpected but quite in line with Cansave's objectives.
All these thoughts came from the similar organization, "Plan" soliciting pledges after all these years. I went home and looked up Save The Children on the web and for old time sake ended up donating an amount I never had while I was a volunteer in the back room on Bay Street. Those were the days I regaled in luncheons and private charter flights. The world has come a long way to-day. On that note, I bid you have a nice day and God bless.
Sunday, April 28, 2013, 11:30 PM
It seems a bit odd to be a writing Canadian on an American website about the state of the people I have come to know through the Society. However, their unequal lives have thrown me off my usual humour. I had to stand back and stop writing them for awhile to clear my own perspective of their divergent lives.
My original web meanderings brought me to quite an astutely old British name who proved to be suffering at subsistence level. Suffering crackling static in the winter and eating only vegetables which abounds in her breadbasket valley at rock bottom prices to make space for to-morrow's harvest.
The other is a person who is amongst the privileged of America who owns several homes in various parts of the land and whose family tradition is proudly military. Her name is also British and her seemingly carefree way of life took me quite by surprise as she sought personal happiness and acquired a style of living quite foreign to the other woman.
The other woman's budget of a superficially happy-go-lucky(?) Southern Po'r White who felt privileged to have a bursary/scholarship given on the grounds of race and colour will never be able to realize the life of the other woman even in a dream. She is your hardworking, disillusioned bravado of the trained-to-work-and-toil underling never to move forward and upward to the heights of personal wealth and comfort in the true sense of personal American liberty.
They both threw me off course considerably from getting a "feel" of each other when they came at me in black letters on white paper. They mutually made me feel the one person was almost frivolous and the other so basic and banal that I couldn't reconcile the effect within myself. I had to stand apart from them for awhile but actually did choose on the grounds of literary principle to choose the uplifted and uplifting.
Here, up north of the border, I remain safely ensconced in the almost set apart position in the wealthiest of the civil service commissions enjoying the privileges never to be experienced by the poor elsewhere beyond the terminology "set apart". It will be for her to excruciate and endure and to fall in with the wretched sufferers to whom she administers at almost the lowest remuneration of qualified workers.
'Though I might never travel here and there to make the weather suit my clothes, I am free. I am Canadian and comfortably privileged to be me. Hopefully, someday, we shall all be happy. God bless.
Friday, March 29, 2013, 6:09 PM
It seems the big day came and Mom did things her way instead of mine. That is to let me ride the truck caboose with the movers. Well, the man "Denis" finally appeared and uttered, "I am not available to you the second time but, right now I have a cabinet here for you. May we bring it in?"
Ah, yes, everything was delivered and set up and I didn't recognize the cabinet. Nevertheless, I sent the move co-ordinator and friend of Mom's an extra large bouquet of tulips at her anitque shop bearing her name.
Now on recalling a couple of details of what I remember of Mother's china cabinet, I see this one I have with all my tableware stashed away in, is not hers or mine. "Denis" made a mistake, or, did he? The cabinet he brought me was old, sunburnt, warped and damaged and repaired in four places. However, it was the same brand as Mom's cabinet and burnt into the wood inside the top drawer.
As I recall now that I am not het up from moving all my own furniture prior to the arrival of the cabinet, I see the reversible lattice to plain wood panels on the outer two doors are not there, and, the middle has two doors enclosing drawers. I don't recall Mom's cabinet having doors to open before opening the drawers. I also don't think Mom's cabinet had awkward flatware slots built in as this one does. I certainly don't recall four lights behind four glass doors either.
Now, I made the mistake of accepting it thinking nothing and that the colour just seemed darker in this room. Also, I am not always over at Mother's taking in details of new things she has bought after I left home to be that observant about something that was just there.
Oh, well, it's Good Friday now and I'm going to have to wait until a week day except the telephone messages left for Mom's dear antique dealer friend and Mother herself. "Denis", by the way, is not listed under his impressive business name that he gave either. Did someone bribe him to exchange the newer and better cabinet for this dried up stick of furniture? Did he exchange it to sell for more money than this one? Is he a crook or not? We shall see in the next episode of The China Cabinets.
God keep all my friends and associates safe so this doesn't happen to them. God bless and good night for now.
Saturday, February 16, 2013, 2:02 PM
It appears we just might have a newer version of our Quarter Century Club (QCC) from work. The speculation of another QCC has come out on the pensioners' activities list. So far, I have subscribed to a couple of events which loom ahead in April and May.
In the meantime, I take in redhat events with other chapters. My latest outing was to the Fallsview Casino in January with a group from out of town.
When I see the composition of some of our groups, I feel my own lack of success in forming a chapter is due to my people being so few in this part of the world.
Needless to say, I've been told there are scads of us by women who keep seeing all the corporate men coming out in force for business luncheons in our business district.
They are the men with or without families who stay up to five years but not quite due to Canada and Japan's conflicting laws about who may be a director anywhere of a Japanese corporation. Meanwhile, there is a Canadian law stating that our local directors must be Canadian citizens.
Apparently, we differ on what is a Canadian corporation or a Japanese corporation but none of them stay to become Canadian citizens only which takes five years.
Their wives usually keep to themselves except when they socialize with neighbours or English Canadians.
Our second, third, fourth generation and so on are divided into religious denominations as well as varying religions.
Our cultural centre does not expect to have anything that isn't bona fide Japanese. Without asking, I know I'd have my expenses increased by being told I have to join the JCC.
Even if I did, I'm not sure, I'd get a Redhat Chapter organized with activities that bears any resemblance to any that the Chapters and Groups I know have at the moment which is in line with my immersion training.
I got into a generally German group whose unofficial leader condones anyone who is able to say she is of German background. With them, I have had moderate luck but still "reign" without "subjects". That is, my own chapter with real chapterettes.
I generally stay out of Japanese gatherings because my Mother wishes me to do so as our main social life with them seems to be funerals and interrement luncheons.
My Mother who is currently ninety years old has had better luck outside the Japanese communities in Toronto. The only Japanese she socializes with are Japanese Canadians with whom she has had past relations in her life in a Japanese community situation.
Where does that leave me? Shall I, a full-blooded Japanese Canadian, say I'm German, too? Anyhow, I have had full immersion in main stream society having been in boarding school and universities and go on being myself - the different one!
I pray God bless me and all the misguided and misguiding souls in Redhatting and everywhere else.