Seniors Situation Room by Dawn Ford – Tiger Tales – May 29, 2015

I love to go to the Glen Stor Dun Lodge and eat in that lovely dining room looking out at the river. It occurred to me that from the Blue Anchor restaurant in Glen Walter until the Marina at Long Sault there aren’t any restaurants on the river. We have had a few from time to time at the Civic Complex over the years. It is so relaxing while you are eating to look at the river winter and summer. Good opportunity for some entrepreneur.

This cat tiger, big big baby is also a big big boss..he likes to supervise whatever I am doing .He likes to sit on the toilet seat lid (it is always down..female, you know) watch me clean the bathroom, get stuff out of the cupboard, brush my teeth, comb my hair, or whatever chore I have to do. His eyes follow me everywhere.

He especially likes to supervise his cat litter tray being changed. I must make some familiar noise of some kind because he will come from off the bed or wherever else he is sleeping , even though he was in a deep sleep and stare into the bathroom door to check. Then, as I proceed with the cleaning, he sits in the hall outside the door and watches my every move.

I used to have a cat who liked to sleep in the bathroom basin. That room design enabled him to jump up on the toilet lid and to a counter and then go to sleep in the sink. This bathroom design is different or Tiger would be in the basin I bet watching me more closely.

When the changing of the cat litter tray is done, he leaves the hallway supervision. I know he can hardly wait for me to finish because within a few minutes, I hear him in there scratching half of the new litter around, lots ending up on the floor. Then he comes out and comes to me with a big wail to tell me it has been used and go and clean it…now!!..What a nag!!!

Here is a picture of him supervising me dusting the den as he lays lounging idly on one of his 5 or so beds around the place:

tiger may 29 2015When we were kids, the policemen walked the beat. My Mom always told us that if we had any problems, to go to a policeman and he would help us. I think it gave us a nice sense of security.

We had to be off the street when that curfew rang at 9pm and we would high-tail it home. I always remember running past all the bushes that were around the Convent on Fourth Street (now Baldwin House) just in case there was a ‘buggyman’ under a bush. Behind Miller’s funeral home in their backyard, there were huge wooden boxes. The older kids told us younger ones that the coffins came in those big wooden crates and Dracula was in one. Maybe even Frankenstein. When we saw those boxes, did we run!! Boy, was that scary.

I remember after I saw the movies about the Walking Dead and the one about Zombies, if I went to play with my friends at York and First Streets, and it was getting near dusk, I would run past the Trinity Church grave yard at Second and York Streets to get home, real quick. We all saw too many scary movies in those days , I think.

The Urban dictionary on the Internet has so many great words. I had never heard the word ‘zeg’ before. It is Georgian and means the day after tomorrow. For an example, today is Thursday, tomorrow Friday and zeg is Saturday. Apparently there is no English equivalent for it. Also with no English equivalent, is the Swedish word’ Lagom’ which means something like, ‘Not too much, and not too little, but juuuuust right.’

Here is an old but goodie photo of the kids I used to play with around First and York Streets : Barbara Airey, myself, Gordon Armstrong, Earl MacPherson and Brian Harrop. We used to make big piles of leaves and then run through them. It was so much fun. The neighbours liked it because we raked all the leaves in one area. Hollister’s store was around the corner on First Street. It had everything a kid needed: bubble gum, ice cream, pop, lots of candy, licorice of course and the best chocolate milk ever. HEAVEN.

dawn may 29 2015Here is a cute joke:

A 67 year old woman had a heart attack and was taken to hospital. while on the operating table she had a near death experience. Seeing God she asked, “Is my time up?”

God said,” No, you have another 30 years, 2 months and 8 days to live.”

Since she had so much more time to live, she figured she might as well make the most of it. Upon recovery, the woman decided to stay in hospital and have a face-lift, liposuction, breasts implants and a tummy tuck. She even had someone come in and change her hair color and brighten her teeth!

After her last operation, she was released from hospital. While crossing the street on her way home, she was killed by an ambulance.

Arriving in front of God, she demanded, “I thought you said I had another 30 years? Why didn’t you pull me from out the path of that ambulance?”

(You will love this….)

God replied….”I didn’t recognize you.”

Have a good week, Dawn


  1. Dawn you bring such happiness and laughter. I loved the stories that you wrote and mom was an avid customer of Mel Hollister and thank you so much for the good memories unlike what is going on nowadays. Yes Mel Hollister had the best of everything. Mom would literally have Mel grind up a steak to be made into hamburger and never bought hamburger in a pack as long as I can remember. I remember the man that used to deliver the groceries on his bicycle and had a big basket where he would put a box filled with groceries and real food back then and no GMO’s. I remember all the good people that existed back then that we don’t see anymore. It hurts deeply inside of me when I think of how good life was compared to what it is today. I remember milk and bread being delivered to our doors by horse and buggy by Eastside Dairy. I met a man who worked for Eastside Dairy (now deceased) and we used to walk with him at the Power Dam along with some other old timers and the man knew both sides of my family. With everything going on today I put my head down in shame. Society today knows absolutely nothing of the better days that we lived through. I remember the curfew very well at 9 and I used to be afraid as well going to the house. The clothing in the picture brings me back as well because we dressed that way as well in my day. Such good memories that you have and what I have of Cornwall’s good days unlike today which is a real shame. All the best to you Dawn and to Tiger the cat.


  3. Dawn: You are making me melancholy for the old days, Playing outside till dark with not a care in the world. I don’t even go for a walk after dark. Mr. Tiger {big big baby, what can I say.He certainly does rule the roost!. I just thought that your readers might like to know that you painted the picture that he is guarding.Just doing his job.Good work.

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