Oxygen Research

Oxygen is what keeps us alive and healthy which is why myself & a few friends created a not for profit corporation to promote better understanding of this. We named it Medical Oxygen Research and invited friend  Doctor Wayne Evans to lead the exploration into Oxygen research.  Since oxygen is so basic and ubiquitous, most have little understanding of  its importance in healing  as a result  industry partners to fund needed research are few. I hope many will join me in supporting Medical Oxygen Research in the quest for knowledge of the science of oxygen and its medical applications. check www.mo2r.ca

December 2013 – The Annual Update from Purple Hill


As I sit here on the ice clad hill I say Seasons Greetings to you All

I’m so glad you have a moment to take a look at what we have been up to (mostly ” I” for the rest now do their own thing these days )

As I am a month and a bit from completing my 3/4 century mark the accumulated wear and tear on my body slows me down a bit and my attention span is even shorter, so short I did not even get an update done last year therefore this covers the last two years.

Allthough I did have some health problems like getting a new knee installed on Halloween of 011 and being diagnosed with a low grade Lymphoma  I did manage to stay upright most of the time. and even do a bit of traveling.

In February of 012 Paula and I circumnavigated New Zealand on a small ship the Oceanic Discoverer here are a few shots on some of the spectacular parts of New Zealand .


One of the smaller waterfalls of Milford Sound. It rates way high on the beauty/spectacular scale.


Some kind of rock some where


Paula and Friend



Sperm Whale

This was my second trip to the land of the Kiwi, Paula’s first. I keep promoting that we organize to spend our remaining Canadian winters there, it is about the same latitude south as we are north so unlike the tropics where the sunsets are short and sweet there are the long days we enjoy here in summer and those lovely hours of twilight , hey two summers a year, and no ice, plus a comfort culture like Canada, what’s not to like? The long flight and proximity of friends and family poses a problem.


Back home for a spell walking with a cane while my knee takes for ever to heal, in the meantime the rocker I designed and made in some quantity back in the seventies appears on two television shows one the antique scrabbling show “Canadian Pickers”  They find one in an attic and value it at $5,000

whooee you know you are getting old when they find something you made on an antique show! I still had the dies and jigs plus a few of the cast aluminum seats so I produced a few more only in stainless steel, now I am going to go hide them in some attics.

In August I went traveling again this time with Students on Ice to the Arctic ( a great organization check their website ) After spending a few fretful days in Iqaluit where a mish mash of house size chunks of ice kept us from getting to the ship, which lay anchored in sight in deeper water. Eventually the Canadian coast guard were able to put us all on ice bashing barges that bunted us through to get us on The Academic Ioffe.  That’s the converted Russian “research” vessel that some of you have sailed on.

Here are some images of that marvellous trip through the icebergs, bays and inlets of the Baffin coast then across the Davis straight to Greenland.


This is old ice maybe 100 thousand years old as it floats down the coast of Baffin Island


At least the background is beautiful


Ahe MV Ioffe in Disko Bay Greenland


Visiting an Inuit sculptor Iqualuit


Lunch Inuit style of arctic char at Qikiqtaqq (ok you pronounce it )

Culture shock! Once that Arctic trip was done it was a family road trip to Detroit for the biannual Cronk-iet family reunion at the home of cousin Madeleine where, of course grand children are the stars.


Family is so important in our short lives it is the crucible of our human existence. I am not doing the name thing but aren’t we a fine looking group, there are a few that did not make it to the event.


Grand son Deagan contemplating dinner


while LeRae his cousin walks Tony


While in the Arctic I got inspired to design a monumental “iceberg” sculpture this is the model the full size piece will be grounded at the Canadian Museum of Nature in Ottawa. hopefully by 2015

One of the things that stands out in 2012 that I am proud of was to initiate and co produce  with Peter Shatalow, two Youtube videos on the Pickering lands that were expropriated  in 1972 for the proposed second airport for Toronto,  In 1975 it was stopped by the citizens group People or Planes

Very few people understand how much land is involved and how it is so valuable to the well being of the Toronto Area. The two videos speak for themselves the second one is longer and deals with the land issues in  more detail. It was funded by the group Green Durham which is the distilate group of People or Planes, here are the links http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=the+pickering+lands&sm=1   and  the federal lands http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6MVqekAcMU

2012 was not kind to Paula, she continues to design and produce her originals but has grown sick of the business end and she finds that downsizing a business is no where near the fun of growing it. She has good friends that are a great support.

Okay that was a glimpse of 2012

Now this past year 2013


Here we all are December 26 2013

From the left Della the dog, Carmelo, Deagan, Ivy, Cadence , Bill, sister Louise, Paula , neice Alicia, Geordie, Carmen, and Aaron

Carmen the youngest just turned 30,  she and husband Carmelo have been living in Halifax these past three years Carmen completing her course in Speech and Language Pathology at Dalhousie,  Carmelo learning English and how to survive Halifax winters. They are moving back to Ontario to put down roots,  Carmelo has held down two jobs; one in construction the other in the food industry.

Geordie keeps building on his Sculpture Career still living at the old Family homestead on Westney Road in Ajax  he has had a number of good commissions and a one man show a the McGlauchlin Gallery in Oshawa.

Aaron and Ivy still live with our two grandchildren where they have for the past ten years in Dummer Township east of Peterborough  we lovingly call them the dummer Lishmans.   During the winter Aaron is a Prof in the electical engineering department at Sir Sanford Fleming College  in Peterborough and all summer he teaches trail riding on dirt bikes in the Ganaraska forest.  Ivy spends most of her time homeschooling the kids both she and Cadence are learning Ballet dancing in Peterborough.

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Here are pictures of 3 generations of male Lishmans all at roughly the same age.  There is definitely a blond gene in the DNA that we grow out of.


Again escaping Canadian cold has become a priority so in February we joined friends Matt Swan and Ajju Peter in Kuuai , Hawaii  for a couple of weeks

No sense going to some place ugly and Kuaai is wonderful it has everything from beaches to spectacular canyons   here is a selfy of us from high up in Kuaai (no matter the temperature you cannot get the fur off Paula).


In the past year The community of Hastings Ontario which is part of the region of Trent Hills was branded with being the ultimate fishing spot in Canada.In this picture I took of it last spring shows it has a bridge in the middle of town it is the only bridge in Ontario from which you can legally fish – anyway a comittee from Hastings approached me to design something monumental to commemorate their honour. So why not celebrate fish on a monumental scale. here is a short animation of what the concept is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IDL-YVirzOM and below is the first Pickeral under construction by me and Richard Vanheuvelen.


The Hastings Pices Park comittee is busy raising money to complete the project

In May a secondary honorary doctorate was bestowed upon me by Niagra University in New York state three of us were so honoured  now I’m double Doctor Bill


Fellow Honorees Ken Taylor the Canadian Diplomat who spirited Americans out of Iran and on my right, far left is John M. Howard owner of the John Howard winery, with NU., president Rev. Joseph Levesque. I kept saying to myself is this real? 

I did a bit More Traveling in June as part of the Adventure Canada staff on the newly named and owned Sea Adventurer (previously the Clipper Adventurer same ship  that I was on when it ran aground in the Arctic in 010).

Neice Zilla Parker accompanied me on this trip and we had

a great time first visiting relatives in Northumberland England then shipping out of Aberdeen Scotland visiting the Shetlands, the Faroes, Iceland and finishing in Greenland  truly the route of the Vikings  a wonderful experience with imagry that stirred our Viking heritage

what follows are some of the images of that journey.

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Neice Zilla and first Cousin Pauline / with Judy and Sally Brewis at the Limery Northumberland UK   Zilla and I in Lerwick capital of the Shetlands


The Adventurer off the Isle of  Mykines in the Faroes

the Faroees people were great and treated us Royaly. On the Island of Vagur they turned out in all their finery and hosted us in the community center feeding us well and enteraining us with song and dance .  the Capital Torshaven is a beautiful city with green roofs everywhere it has been a tradition there for centuries and then the remote island of Mykines partially shrouded in fog with colonies of puffins and Gannets .


Zilla in Iceland, the three cottages complex  in the background was the site of the original Icelandic parliament,  the rough terrain is the great Atlantic rift that bysects Iceland and allows the hot magma of the earth to well up and keep the island cosy year round. – hey- Free energy you just have to put up with the odd earthquake and volcano .I could fill a couple of pages of imagry of that trip but moving on –  In July Paula Carmen and I took a tour of Nova Scotia particularly the Anapolis Valley  below a picture of Carmen looking out to sea some where near Peggys cove


Amazing what you can get with an I phone these days

Im still flying, albiet when the conditions are perfect and in August I flew from home over the Airport lands in Pickering to Honeywood in Malancton Township north west of Barrie where the NDACT citizens group were having and event to celebrate stopping the mega quarry that would have destroyed a few thousand acres of prime farm country.

The concept was to link the groups in Pickering who are working on saving the expropriated lands, for the issues are virtually the same. The new group is entitled Food and Water First and that really says it all (check their website )


Here is a pic someone shot as I departed Honeywood.

Paula In her work downsizing her business, one of the major stumbling blocks was selling the big school house in Blackstock which had been center to her business for three decades.  In September it sold and that was a big lump out of the way.

Now I come to a difficult part. —In August Paula went west to visit her parents in BC and missed a family gathering at the Parker farm in Arden Ontario. Little did we know for some of us it would be our last visit with Zilla’s husband Dominic, A month later in a sensless and purposeless random act of violence he was killed while sipping tea at cafe on Torontos Danforth Ave.  He was just 45 and in the hight of his career, Aside from Zilla he also left his two beautiful daughters Ryla and Brenna who were both just starting their university education. We were all devastated with the loss, for Dom was not only a relative he was a great friend and a pillar in the family. Zilla, Ryla and Brenna still daily wrestle with the senseless loss and our heart goes out to them.

In his varied career starting in the military then in the film industry and finally as a fire fighter Dom had touched many people and the turn out for his funeral was over the top.


Dom front row 3rd in from the right Zilla directly behind, his arm around Ryla and Brenna just behind.


Dominic Parker  1968 – 2013

To end this rather lengthy update (much has been left out), thanks for hanging in to this point. I have several projects on the go, one in particular that I am passionate about is a book centered around aerial images of the OAK RIDGE MORAINE. With it I hope to accentuate the importance of this wonderful piece of Ontario here is a sample, I will expect you all to buy one  the profits will go to Save The Oak Ridge Moraine.


The view is from south west of Dagmar Ski hill looking North East that is the Dagmar parking lot top right.  Thats all for now again thanks for visiting the site and I hope 2014 brings great things for you.

Bill Lishman

December 2010 – The Annual Christmas Update






August 27 2010 the Clipper Adventurer sits on a rock well above her water line in Coronation Gulf 60 kilometers east of the mouth of the Coppermine river

Christmas letter 2010

Now the details It is terribly hard not to let a lot of cliché’s fill these Christmas diatribes, but here goes: I can’t believe a whole year has slipped by (cliché #1). Next cliché, here it is Christmas yet again; where did the year go? Or fill in your own. Here is a picture of us all taken on Carmen’s Birthday December 12, 2010



Left to right: Allison, Gordie holding Deagan, Bill with Cadence in front, Carmen, Paula, Aaron, Ivy, and Della the dog.


Now The year in Review from the Lishman camp:

Last February, wanting to escape the cold and not wishing to travel too far ( in 09 I had circumnavigated the globe), we decided to spend a few weeks in Cuba, Paula had been there several times but this was my first. We also wanted to experience the non-tourist Cuba. The short story is, we did.
The longer story; rather than go to one of those all inclusive beachfront resorts where all you meet are fellow winter- dodging Canadians or Europeans, we rented a room in what we might call a B&B, (in Cuba it is called a Casa Particular). This one is in the remote town of Baracoa, in Guantanamo province at the Eastern extremity of the country. There are two flights weekly from Havana. The deal was, thirty Cdn. dollars a day for room and board for the two of us. Which is about the cost getting our driveway cleared of snow at home .

Baracoa is beautiful! The weather was perfect, temperature great, the food in the Casa was quite good and the people we stayed with warm and caring, but the political system sucks. It is a police state and to have any kind of a life, the average Cubans have to supplement their measly state income (ten bucks a month for a street sweeper up to thirty for a doctor.) Most have to do something illegal to get enough to live on, which can be just about any thing that involves entrepreneurial spirit. As a result everyone is looking over their shoulder and while everyone gets an education and medical care as part of the deal there is no incentive to make things better, and it shows. Cubans in general are not allowed internet access, nor are they allowed to travel beyond the country, even playing American music is illegal. Just about everywhere I wanted to go was off limits to tourists. We did spend a few days in Havana which has its charm, and the music was wonderful, but on the whole I had this pervasive feeling of oppression which ruins all that is good . The positive was that I was able to write almost a whole new book , and Paula was able to relax and read a bunch. Here are a few pictures from the Cuban excursion.

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On February 12th ,my birthday ,we were shaken awake by an early morning earthquake (Baracoa is only about 100 kms from Port Au Prince Haiti as the goose would fly). My birthday coincided with our hostess’ birthday, so piggy- backing on their festivities, we had a great party out in the country at the edge of a river, where a pig was roasted on a primitive spit, and much “two dollar a bottle rum” was consumed.

We returned from Cuba mid -March and I got all inspired about creating prefab domes in fiberglass, and at least I got a good start on it. The plan is to create a prefab system of building houses based on our house. I have a way to go with it. In May Paula used one of the first domes to exhibit her wares at the annual international fur show in Montreal









Early in the year Carmen came home from Nicaragua, and inspired by her initial humanitarian work in rural Nicaragua, took on a project to improve two rural schools.  In July after collecting all sorts of school supplies, and raising a few thousand dollars,  she and her life long friend  ( the boy next door ) Brian Wonnacott set off by road for Nicaragua in a twenty year old diesel powered mini School bus   They had an amazing adventure but rather than me telling you about it check their website/blog www.purplehillhumanitarians.com   it is much better than this one. (Carmen is my hero)

Concurrently,  my disaster relief project  called Air First Aid  (AFA) got a whole new life,  partially instigated by the Haitian earthquake, but mostly by a group of aviation oriented business people who have introduced it  to World Vision. WV is the second largest disaster Global relief organization next to the Red Cross and has shown sincere interest, but the jury is still out.  It will take the likes of an organization such as this to propel the idea forward.   A couple of years ago CTV did a great little news piece on AFA which you might enjoy –  This year I finally figured out how to put it on Youtube so  click on this  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9TqSxgHtA6Q.

We did have few adventures over the summer I’m still flying my ultralights and still have too many of them  it is always great to get up on a misty dawn and just take a local cruise.  Here are a couple of aerial shots of summer in Ontario just to remind us the days are getting longer.

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In August I joined Adventure Canada on the good ship  Clipper Adventurer, for a voyage starting in Greenland and traveling  through the now open, North West Passage.  Although I have been in the arctic several times I am always in awe of its magnificence.  We had good seas, fair winds, experienced the fantastic  Fjords of Baffin Island, were chased off Beechey island  by a curious polar bear,  saw the 2 billion year old first evidence fossilized life (Stromatalites) and by the 27th of August, with just four hours to Kugluktuk, the end of our Voyage, the Adventure Canada staff took a break to sip some bubbly in celebration of the wonder of it all.  The low sun was painting everything golden; the sea was like a pond at dawn,  the ship was running at full 14 knots.
















All was right with the world, then crash, lurch and crunch! we all came to a true grinding halt.  Rushing out to the rail it soon became evident that we had run up on a rock that had not appeared on the ships chart.  We all went into a bit of shock, and for the first twenty minutes there was decided uneasiness: but it soon became evident that the ship was stable, we were not sinking and we only had to put up with a 5 degree tilt and the closure of the bar (a law of the sea).


All efforts by crew and Captain would not dislodge her.  In fact it took seventeen days before 3 tugs arrived from Alaska and after pumping off a thousand tons of fuel and water they were able to free the clipped Clipper.  The passengers and staff, and most of the crew, had been taken off after two days by the Canadian research vessel the Amundsen, which had been 600 miles to the west of us in the Beaufort sea.


After a night half slept sardined on the deck of the Amundsen’s  lounge then finished up on the floor of the Kugluktuk arena we were able to catch a flight via Yellowknife to Edmonton.

While in Edmonton awaiting a flight home I received a phone call from Carmen in Nicaragua  she informed me she was getting married to Carmelo  a man she had met in Nicaragua the previous year and he wanted to ask me for her hand as is the Nicaraguan tradition.  What could I say?  Bueno, Si, Esta bien  what the—-???



Now leap forward to October 15th : Paula and I, along with son Aaron and  our friends Richard and Cathy Black, have flown in to Managua, rented four wheel drive vehicles and we are in Convoy being led ever upwards by Carmen and Aaron in her antiquated  school bus   A few of her friends that have come for the wedding are also in the bus.  We are following a sixty kilometer stretch of mountainous dirt road so full of washouts, rocks,  ponds, twists, and slopes, that it would surely scare the crap out of Evil Knevil.


The wedding will take place at the home of her Fiancées mother in Sontule  (Son tool lay), which is in the mountainous cloud forest 5 hours to the north west of Managua.

We don’t quite make it.  With 7 kms to go Carmen’s decrepit bus,  Aaron at the wheel ,while negotiating one of the steepest grades,  dumps  all its transmission fluid in one long rock strewn streak and grinds to a halt.  Concurrently Richard, who has never changed a tire even on pavement, sustains a flat tire on his SUV on the same rip rap slope.  Aaron backs the bus down hill, and finds a place to abandon it.  Richard is able to install the temporary spare.   A pick up truck,  probably the only other traffic of the day, stops by.  All the luggage, plus a four tiered wedding cake, is transferred to the truck, and abandoning Carmen’s bus we are able to make Sontule just as darkness falls.


The community is comprised of a handful of  houses,  and one small corner store with a very limited inventory. The houses that are spread throughout the jungle,   by North American standards, would be called shacks. They have tin roofs, vertical plank walls and dirt floors, with no windows. Underfoot are kids, chickens, dogs and pigs .   There is no electricity, indoor plumbing, or running water and the kitchens are comprised of little, well vented add-ons, with wood fired lorena stoves made from baked mud.


















Carmelo is a Nicaraguan mountain man of 23 who has a small coffee plantation inherited from his grandmother. He is learning English, and has only the  education the area offers.  There is a bit of a cultural gap.  Fortunately Carmen has arranged that we stay in a house constructed by a Danish couple who visit it rarely.  We have the only house in the area with running water and electricity (solar powered)


The next day the wedding is to take place at ten AM (to avoid the usual mid afternoon rain).  Things don’t happen quite as swiftly, however the day is beautiful and the area spectacular.  Forty people are invited to the wedding but about two hundred show up, some hiking from miles away, many coming on horseback. The only vehicles are our two rental SUVs, which get  pressed into service hauling water from the communal well, and ferrying people from the bus stop seven kilometers away ( coincidently exactly where  Carmen’s now abandoned school bus sits).  One of the guests is the lawyer, a friend of Carmens who will officiate and has come five hours from Leon by bus.


When we had arrived the night before, the festivities had already started, for the woods were alive with the sound of many who had started celebrating earlier in the day.    Carmen and Carmelo had purchased a heifer for the occasion and while we slept, the cow had been slaughtered by some of the party goers and cut into chunks  that would fit in the “three missionary size” Iron pot  that steamed away on the fire outside the kitchen.

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The wedding ceremony although scheduled for ten, started around one under a clear sky and took much longer than we expected, for not only did the lawyer do his piece, but because Carmelo’s relatives are members of two different religious groups, there were sermons from both the Catholic priest and the Evangalists.    At the end, what in Mexico  would be called a Mariachi band, tuned up.  We Canadians sat there in shock and awe of it all.  Richard Black sat in particular awe,  swept up by the emotion of the Evangelist group chant that had awakened something deeper within.     After the ceremony, those that could, crowded into the fifteen foot square main room of the  house  and the newlyweds were presented with many gifts, like socks, underwear and bed clothes.  In the meantime out of the minimalist mud stove kitchen came plate after plate of  the best home made corn tortillas ever, rice, fried plantain, and what had been the heifer of the previous evening, now slightly grey and with of the consistency of pulled pork.  Like a miracle, two hundred were served.  The Mariachis moved inside and dancing broke out under the dim blue light of one battery operated LED light.   As the evening approached in the waning light, some of us gathered in the back yard of the house sitting on a variety of wood blocks, benches and stones when in the middle of it all, half a dozen dogs, who had been attracted by the smell of the murdered beef, decided to have a scrap. It got nasty. Most of us jumped out of the way of the snarling melee of fangs,  but Paula did not move quite quickly enough, and  sustained what the US military might call collateral damage,  and has just finished her 28 day regimen of  anti-rabies shots.


We stayed another day and invited the newlyweds, along  with Carmelo’s mother Marta,and  step father Adolpho, for a dinner at the Danish house.  We found that the only thing available at the grocery store was potatoes, and by chance I had brought an onion soup mix and there was some rice in the house.  By dinnertime, we had overused the battery in the house, so under candle light The girls did a marvelous job preparing the potatoes.  We expected about four guests but twelve showed up and the onioned mashed potatoes stretched.

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Now the most exciting part :

In Sontule, the only contact with the outer world is by Cel phone,  if you climb 1500 feet  to the top of the nearby mountain. Carmelo did that and made contact with a mechanic friend who also drove the daily scheduled bus .  The plan was, to meet  at Carmen’s bus, and he would tow Carmen’s bus behind his bus down the torturous  60 kilometer “road from hell” to the local city of Estelli.  We had to be at the bus stop at 7:30  am next day.   The daily bus is a recycled, full- sized School bus, equipped with a constantly used horn, that  would be the envy of any  large ship.  It had almost a full compliment of passengers and its standard crew of three, each with their own welded on ladder that accessed their roof-top perches.  In short order a committee of about a dozen decided  there was no way  of connecting  the two vehicles rigidly.  Fortunately Carmen carried  an industrial grade nylon tow strap;  however there was only about ten feet between the two vehicles.  Aaron bravely volunteered to steer the dead bus.  The plan was, the big bus would tow the little bus on the up grades, then detach it, and let it coast the downgrades, which would have to happen a number of times on this rocky “road from hell”,  all without the aid of power to the steering or brakes.  We only had one SUV left as the Blacks had decided to get out of town the previous day. We were fully loaded; Paula and I with the newly weds and two of Carmen’s friends (one Lin who had come all the way from Inuvik).  Carmelo, was not used to eating meat and had come down with the touristas, as apparently had a number of the local wedding guests, and Anna Fisher, Carmen’s life long friend from Blackstock had come down with a fever!  Six of us plus our luggage.  We set off to follow the bus entourage, but had to make several stops to answer Carmelo’s biological pressures. It all seemed to work.  Aaron did a yeoman’s job, jouncing along , peering  out the multi-cracked, mud bespattered windshield, at the too-close wall of the tow bus,  while muscling the powerless steering wheel back forth through the twists and turns.  At every height of land, the tow bus crew would scramble  from their perches on the roof, unhitch Aaron, and push him off down the next slope.  At one point, a local farmer decided to drive his  cattle out onto the road and Aaron, with only gravity propelling him, amazingly negotiated through the herd without losing too much momentum, or bowling over any of the cows!   At the bottom of each run, Carmelo’s cousin Marlon, who was riding shotgun with Aaron, would leap out and pour water over the smoking brakes, while the tow bus was re-hitched.  After one of Carmelo’s stops which put us behind, we caught up to the entourage at the base of a killer “up” slope.  The tow bus driver said he didn’t think the fully loaded bus would make it with the little bus in tow, but if we ferried the passengers up the grade in the SUV, then it may be possible.  So, unloading Paula and the rest, I wedged in 8 at a time, and in three runs, deposited most of them at the top of the grade. Most had never ridden in anything but the bus previously, and were giggling and overjoyed to get a ride in such a vehicle   (I gotta say the Toyota diesel power Fortuner is a great vehicle )

The story ends well. Carmen is married, we got the bus to the mechanic in Estelli, Paula survived the dog bite, and I think atheist Richard Black might become an evangelist.



One other event of the year stands out, Adventure Canada staged a reunion of those on the Clipper Adventurer. It was a party to celebrate surviving the North west passage grounding.    November 10th , the last great day of the year, sun and warm like it was September, about a hundred of us got together at Purple Hill and – well just best to look at the Youtube piece one of the attendees was skilled enough to put up.  Also you might discover a way of getting rid of surplus pumpkins that survived Halloween   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35aZ9aEvbwc

At year’s end Carmen is in Sontule with her hubby, and working on bringing him to Canada;  Paula is still working on her plan to move most of her production to China, which will be a major report in the next edition; and well, I am still working away at my book and the other varied projects.  Our two grandchildren, Cadence (5) and Deegan (almost 2) are a delight . Their parents (Aaron and Ivy) are well, and Geordie and his girlfriend Alison, are also happy and healthy.


Hope all is well with you (cliché # 3) Again the very best wishes from all of us here at  the Hill