Pa re oe Page 15 Cassiar Courier October 1989 Page 14 Cassiar Courier October 1989 Geen A 5 = a 3 e too a walk again the how the derailleurs work on his ee op Night Walks, Night Talks next night, and another a few new bike, describes the design of INE RIVERSONG LODGE ART Condensed from "Working Mother" eens later. I was surprised by his dream house and_ offers. his ; STIK ; by Joy Imboden Overstreet e children's enthusiasm for- analysis of why seventh- | 5 i graders these nocturnal ramblings. The give parties and eighth-graders and GENERAL STORE YOUR WINTER! I've always envied parents same children who would lag and don't. (The eighth-graders have ; who, after a long day at work, whine on daytime walks leaped learned that hosting is hard work FOR | | can muster the energy and enthu- gaily up the street after dark. and guests are harsh critics.) I B.C. slaves citar dite wees siasm to read their children a. Perhaps they like the naugh- will listen to anything exce dated : : A pt rews accomoaate story, neip with their homework tiness of being out at "grown-up blow-by-blow movie reruns. Rarge groupsiand : a 00 or just talk to them without dis- time," when most children were Increasingly, as the child- Cafe features home-cooking —_ tractuons. getting ready for bed. Perhaps ren have grown, I. share my Groceries gas and oil 3 é 1 tA Ten years ago I was lucky if the anonymity appealed to them. thoughts and concerns with them. Expiditing I could get the dinner dishes In the dark we all seemed the They appreciate the Opportunity done and the front door locked Same size, the same age - just to give me advice or moral sup- . . ae We... before I ran out of steam. My three pals without faces. It was port. They also enjoy hearing Husquavarna. and StiLL Chainsaws Ls : husband had recently died of all right to be silly or sad, or stories about my life at their SAFARI ESCAPADE* cancer, leaving me with a son, Simply silent. age. ; | three, and a daughter, six. Al- The children especially en- The exerci has i A El Get ready for the deal Grab a sharp new machine f 3 h z peo g ee ne BESO. Seta HOURS BEAUTIFUL of the year! along with a real sweet deal! We're getting ready to bring But you'd better hurry! though the children had a_ good joyed being out in bad weather. benefit. For me the walk is a babysitter during the day, they They belted out, "It's raining, way to get my blood moving, my needed an attentive mother -at it's pouring," as they brandished head cleared, and that preces.or in the new '90 Ski-Doo sleds, HISTORIC BUILDING few 90 : | Sorentmoicewehwvcen — SKI-MOO. 1990 OVERLOOKING 11:00 a.m. - 7:Q0 p.m. night. But I just wanted those their umbrellas at the sky. They pie metabolized. Li Chel eanly | Aare pajamas on fast so I could col- Sloshed their boots through pud- years the children often managed Seven Days a Week hand at special prices. OUR EDGE IS PERFORMANCE. lapse. dles, disturbing the refléctions a distance of three kilometres THE STIKINE RIVER STIKINE RIVERSONG LODGE and It was the Great Spaghetti of streetlights. Sometimes they without complaint, particularly Disaster that forced me to deal ven removed their rain gear in if we made a stop at the halfway | FOR RESERVATIONS AND INFORMATION GENERAL STORE with my evening blahs and, in the order to get soaked. point for an ice cream cone. process, create what has become a There was much to discover These days we may travel six PHONE 235-3196 (Telegraph Creek) Telegraph Creek B.C. family institution. On our walks - the smell of kilometres in a brisk hour's : That evening, I had been Wight-blooming jasmine in the walk, without ice cream. "resting" on the couch while’ the eee oe Cloud formations af- My husband and I_ sometimes children were eating dinner when ter sunset and then the first take a private night walk ; I was awakened by strange pfft- Stars, the strange shapes of own. This gives Hee a aig ne Have 6 | Sate thwack sounds from the kitchen. bushes ins the dark. But discov-- catch up on the day's activities Investigation revealed that the ¢@tring the night world soon took a and enjoy each other's company children were in the midst of a. backseat to discovering each oth- without being distracted by the ‘ spaghetti-blowing contest. Spagh- €&¥.- The effort of propelling children. A d H. 5 etti dangled from the pot rack, ourselves up the long hill on The youngest family member, n appy clung to the walls and hung over Which we live unshackled .our 18-month-old Wylie, can easily the edge of the kitchen counter. Minds and loosened our tongues. handle a kilometer on his own The sauce imbued their faces and The conversation jumped about then he lords it from a backpack clothing with a rosy hue. more than indoors because it was on our return trips. The other H. ll Ww n A I yanked the culprits off @@aSy to retreat into private night, he tugged at my sleeve and al O ee Dat their stools, plunged their well- thoughts for a while, bringing gelivered his first complete sen- | back an entirely new topic from tence: "Mommy, go walk?" maneuvered us all outside. Ene Pe "We're -taking a walk," 1 nti remarried four years Ea e Great Opportunity | For a exciting neighbourhood| sauced arms into jackets and said through clenched theeth. ago, both children came on every "But it's pitch-dark," said Walk. Now, though, I frequently the older one. walk with only one child at a Jade City Alpine House Chevron Station "Tt's cold," said the other. time, which permits more intimate ey ° "Yup," I replied : Toa anet conversation. My daughter, restaurant in the Cariboo. trust myself to say anythin Heather, aged 16, has always been : more. Y 3 reluctant to communicate her in- Irish pub style. 150 Seats $1.5 million in sales. Small investment required. I grabbed a sticky little Nmermost feelings; but on night hand on each side and we started walks she tells me about the Walking. By the time we'd gone fights shes hedis with: hex ee two blocks, I was feeling signi- friend, her thoughts about sex ficantly better. By the time and birth control, her tribula- we'd covered three blocks, the tions and triumphs in English Children had let go of my hands Composition. and begun to explore. By the My 13-year-old son, Ethan, time we got back to our front 2&5 always been a chatterbox, so door, half an hour later, we were When it's his turn he loves to Singing. have me to himself. He explains SEE THE LATEST FROM THE LEGEND. Phone Gilles