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i guess because he knew his time was short, when he did
agree to go out he wanted to do things he had never done and see
things he had never seen. I encouraged him in his interests and
accompanied him on any excursion he would consider. He was easily
exhausted so our outings were restricted to every second day, with a
' down' day of rest and recuperation, but we did cram a lot of ' firsts* into
those alternate days.
Our first venture was to a nearby farmer's market. Covering
many acres, it is the largest in Ontario. Tom took great pleasure in
showing me around and laughed delightedly at my amazement. The
parking lot was a revelation; at least half was reserved for horses! Tom
explained that the local Amish and Mennonite people made up a large
percentage of the vendors and they still used horse and buggy for
transportation. The market itself consisted of three very large
permanent buildings surrounded by a myriad of open- air stalls.
Stopping at one of these stalls, Tom purchased an assortment of local
delicacies to nibble on as we entered the first cavernous building. He
chuckled at my open- mouthed awe as we walked past row after row of
farm produce, dairy products, butcher shops, local food kiosks, art and
crafts, clothing, flowers, hand made furniture, saddles and tack, and
even a veterinarian and gardening section. We stopped at a few
permanent shops and watched artists and artisans creating blown
glass, leather, wood, and metal items for sale. We looked at everything
but actually bought very little until we were leaving. Tom was by now
exhausted so we were slowly making our way back to the parking lot
when we passed a flower stall featuring Gladioli, Tom's favorite flower.
He bought them all! By the time we had loaded them all into his
mother's compact car, there was barely room for us. We arrived home
laughing and the smell of those lovely blooms brightened the house for
days. That was a good day.
Although he was very tired, one day Tom demanded that I take
him shopping. He didn't know or wouldn't tell me what, exactly, he
wished to buy, but seemed to be driven by some need to shop. After
going through many of the stores in a large shopping center, leaving
even me exhausted, he declared that he needed to find a jewellery
store. He finally confided that he wanted to buy some special memento
to give our four- year- old niece, Megan, to remember him by and he
had decided on a locket. I suggested that we come back another day
when he was rested, but he was adamant that we do it now. Upset, he
was often unreasonable, so I complied. In the third jewellery store he
found the exact piece he wanted and determined to buy it That* s when
I made the gentle suggestion that it was very expensive and maybe we
should look further, bringing on the explosive temper and cruel words I
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| Title | Write On! |
| Language | en |
| Date | 2004 |
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| Title | Page 59 |
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| Transcript | i guess because he knew his time was short, when he did agree to go out he wanted to do things he had never done and see things he had never seen. I encouraged him in his interests and accompanied him on any excursion he would consider. He was easily exhausted so our outings were restricted to every second day, with a ' down' day of rest and recuperation, but we did cram a lot of ' firsts* into those alternate days. Our first venture was to a nearby farmer's market. Covering many acres, it is the largest in Ontario. Tom took great pleasure in showing me around and laughed delightedly at my amazement. The parking lot was a revelation; at least half was reserved for horses! Tom explained that the local Amish and Mennonite people made up a large percentage of the vendors and they still used horse and buggy for transportation. The market itself consisted of three very large permanent buildings surrounded by a myriad of open- air stalls. Stopping at one of these stalls, Tom purchased an assortment of local delicacies to nibble on as we entered the first cavernous building. He chuckled at my open- mouthed awe as we walked past row after row of farm produce, dairy products, butcher shops, local food kiosks, art and crafts, clothing, flowers, hand made furniture, saddles and tack, and even a veterinarian and gardening section. We stopped at a few permanent shops and watched artists and artisans creating blown glass, leather, wood, and metal items for sale. We looked at everything but actually bought very little until we were leaving. Tom was by now exhausted so we were slowly making our way back to the parking lot when we passed a flower stall featuring Gladioli, Tom's favorite flower. He bought them all! By the time we had loaded them all into his mother's compact car, there was barely room for us. We arrived home laughing and the smell of those lovely blooms brightened the house for days. That was a good day. Although he was very tired, one day Tom demanded that I take him shopping. He didn't know or wouldn't tell me what, exactly, he wished to buy, but seemed to be driven by some need to shop. After going through many of the stores in a large shopping center, leaving even me exhausted, he declared that he needed to find a jewellery store. He finally confided that he wanted to buy some special memento to give our four- year- old niece, Megan, to remember him by and he had decided on a locket. I suggested that we come back another day when he was rested, but he was adamant that we do it now. Upset, he was often unreasonable, so I complied. In the third jewellery store he found the exact piece he wanted and determined to buy it That* s when I made the gentle suggestion that it was very expensive and maybe we should look further, bringing on the explosive temper and cruel words I 52 |
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