CFN – With the closing of No Frills at the Square, many seniors living in the area were wondering how they would manage to get groceries.
I remember one lady who lived in a Senior’s Residence telling me that she would walk to the Square with her walker and get whatever groceries at No Frills that she could load into her basket on the walker.
She did that a few times a week to save delivery costs. In the winter, she sometimes was unable to do it so often and had to pay delivery costs to bring home a sizable order.
With No Frills gone, some people were wondering what to do. The problem has been alleviated, thanks to the kindness of Chris Pierce and staff of the Fresh Co grocery store on 9th. street. Fresh Co is sending vans with shuttle service on specified days in areas of the city to some seniors’ residences, picking up whoever wishes to shop and taking them to the Fresh Co store.
They are also being transported back to the residences by Fresco. This is all free of charge. I know some people will say it is good business and it is but it is also an invaluable and helpful service for some seniors in our community who would be having a big problem without this store’s help.
I spoke with Chris about it and he said that at this time, they are providing this service to 5 senior residences, 3 on Augustus, one on Water Street and another on Edward Street. He seemed very enthused about helping our community. Call 933-0295 for more info. Kudos to Mr. Pierce and his staff.
As many of you know, my brother , the late Sonny Herrington left us in late August for his heavenly home. I am so grateful to my editor, Jamie, who made it possible for me to send a greeting to Sonny on his 90th. birthday in my July column. Sonny was very happy with the tribute which told him so clearly how much he was loved. It is always a shock when someone dies, even when you are expecting it. You say ,’oh no’…maybe next week I would have been ready but not now.’ You are then left with your grief and shock for some time.
At Sonny’s wake, the Cornwall & District Navy Veterans came and paid a wonderful and moving tribute to this wonderful man and veteran to honour him. At one point, the bugle played the ‘ Last Post’. My mind suddenly flashed back to one very cold November 11th day in the 1950’s at the Cenotaph in Cornwall. I was there in cadet uniform with the CCVS Marching Band, with an icy cold French horn at my side, shivering in the cold wind.
My brother, the late Gerry Herrington, representing the Boy Scouts, if I am remembering correctly, played the’ Last Post’ on his bugle. Standing there in front of the wreathes at the Cenotaph was Sonny in his full dress Navy uniform. All three of us together for one purpose: to honour our Veterans. It was a wonderful but poignant moment and memory.
As I came out of my reverie, a Navy Veteran said: ‘With the going down of the sun, we shall remember them.” And so we shall…forever. Lest We Forget:’ At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them’. I miss you, Sonny boy.
A few people reminded me of some other things about growing up in Cornwall. One lady said that we walked everywhere, which was true. No bussing, school or otherwise for us. If you wanted to go to the rink on Water Street or go to the Roxy theatre (now the Port) or the Silver Bridge for swimming on Marlborough south, you walked and walked home too in the rain or snow. There was a street car but we didn’t use if much, if at all. The only memory I have of being on one was when Mom took us to St. Lawrence Park and that probably would have been on a Sunday or holiday.
Another friend talked about playing ‘Simon Says’ . If Simon said to take two steps, you had to say: ‘Simon Says’ when you did it..or you were ‘out’. She also liked to play, as a child ,’I spy with my little eye.’ We both agreed that we loved finger painting. Even now it seems like it would be fun.
Another friend reminded me of using ‘Pig Latin’ in class , especially if you passed notes. I remember we had a sign language also and I can still do it, for some odd reason. Must have used it a lot in school. LOL
The big’ no- no’s’ in school were: no talking, chewing gum, passing notes or laughing. Crumb! That’s no fun! Ed St. John loved to get me laughing. In Latin class, he would pull out a great big scarf, almost as big as a table cloth, pretending it was a big hanker-chief and then, loudly blow his nose. The teacher was not impressed with me if I giggled and would say,” Dawn Herington. You are never going to be a scholar like your sister.’ Got me in trouble every time.
Here are a two photos of the late 1950’s of the boys and girls CCVS Cadets. My sister Evelyn is somewhere in there and my brother Brian with the boys. It is an old photo and not as clear as I would like it but it is great to see again as they proudly marched down 4th.Street.
Here is a little joke:
As part of her job as a preschool teacher, a lady helped the children put on their coats and boots.
One day when school was over and the children were getting ready to leave, one child came over to the teacher in tears, wailing that her boots were missing.
The teacher pointed to the child’s boots in the corner. ‘Those are not mine’, she said, stamping her foot. ‘Mine had snow on them!’
Have a good week, Dawn
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