Tree of Dreams

Tree of Dreams logo.New beginning for Penticton Regional Hospital

Just a few months before construction starts on the $325-million expansion of Penticton Regional Hospital, the 10th annual Tree of Dreams campaign is reason to celebrate.

The South Okanagan Similkameen Medical Foundation’s annual holiday season fundraising campaign is now underway.

Janice Perrino, the Foundation’s executive-director, said this is the first year of what will be a five-year campaign to raise $20 million to fund all the medical equipment for the new Patient Care Tower at PRH.

“Never have we asked the community to give at this level, but this is our new hospital,” Perrino said. “It’s a new beginning. We will never build another hospital in our generation, making this truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to support PRH and leave a profound legacy.”

The most ambitious campaign in the Foundation’s history coincides with the start of construction of the new Patient Care Tower at PRH this spring.  It is the biggest expansion since the hospital opened in 1953 when Penticton’s population was just 10,500.  PRH now serves all 91,000 residents of the South Okanagan-Similkameen.

“This expansion is vital,” Perrino said.  “Health care services today require more technology in diagnostic equipment and treatment than ever before.”

The project will see 84 new single-bed rooms, new ambulatory care clinics, new operating rooms and more.  Phase 2 will see the Emergency Department expanded to almost four times its current size.

Each donation to the campaign lights more bulbs on the Tree of Dreams now perched atop the roof of Penticton Regional Hospital.

To donate, mail a cheque to the SOS Medical Foundation

550 Carmi Avenue, Penticton BC, V2A 3G6

stop by the Foundation office beside the front lobby at PRH

phone 250-492-9027 or

donate online at www.sosmedicalfoundation.com

RDOS 2016 budget – all regions and areas

rdos-logo-two1The link below gives you a “large” document. Night time reading for some.

My belief that most readers just elect politicians to make these decisions

The link below is for people who can say – “I am interested”

ODN will give some highlights over the course of the week.

Politicians will meet Thursday to review it before welcoming in the new year – 2016.

 

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Did you hear the peal?

chris one22Chris Yerburgh plays the bells at St Edwards Anglican Church, to get people thinking about the COP21 climate change talks starting Monday, Nov 30 in Paris.  Chris has been playing these bells almost since the day they were installed in 1952.

Post script from Chris: To correct a couple of items – Chris Yerburgh is one of 3 or 4 bell ringers in St. Edwards Church – Chris left Oliver in 1951 and did not return until 1992 – shortly after that he became one of the regular bell ringers in the church.

Trudy Weiler tolls the bell at the Oliver United Church to remind people of the Climate Change talks in Paris.  The bell is affectionately called the ‘cow bell’ and there is a distinct resemblance in the tonality.  And there is a real trick to get the bell to sound twice with each pull of the rope.chris two22.

 

Many thanks to both parishes who agreed to join with churches across the country who tolled their bells to encourage political leaders in Paris to develop policies to reduce green house gasses and help our global environment.

The changing face of Mourning

By Pat Whalley

I recently lost an old, dear friend, I am now seventy years old so find that I am attending more funerals than Christening these days, but this time the deceased was very near and dear.

Twenty years ago funeral congregations were a sea of black and everyone kept a black or navy outfit for these occasions.  The casket was usually present at the service, reminding us that we were all going to end up in an elegant, wooden box one day.

Nowadays many people have a different attitude and the occasion is now a celebration of life.  There is often an urn, surrounded by bright flowers and photos of the deceased at a happier time of life.

The difference is now not just in the congregation wearing brighter clothing but the whole attitude of the service has changed.

How many of us remember sitting through psalms, hymns and a sermon all centred round death, sin and forgiveness.  The Old Rugged Cross and Nearer my God to Thee, were typical hymns of choice.  Many services nowadays concentrate on the good life the deceased enjoyed, the way he or she had made an impact on the lives of others and left the world a better place for being in it.

The service I attended this week had All Things Bright and Beautiful and How Great Though Art, two exuberant hymns that were sang with gusto by all attendees.  The minister gave a very upbeat accounting of a life well lived and the soloist rendering of Amazing Grace, uplifted the hearts of everyone there.

This was really a celebration of life, a long, happy life with the last two years spent on the decent into dementia and a wish to leave this earth, her passing was truly a blessing and all of her friends and loving family were happy that she had passed on. Even though we mourned our loss it was indeed our loss, not hers.

The feeling must be very different when a child, or young adult is the one who goes.  This is a life that didn’t have a chance to be lived and most of us feel that the young person was cheated of the opportunity to experience the joy of living life to the full.  There can be no celebration of life, when that life is cut off before it has really had a chance to be lived.  How can his parents feel peace that their child has been taken?

Our faith is stretched, wondering why a precious young life has been cut off but, who are we to question our Holy Father’s plan.  We just have to believe that there is a plan for us all and that, surely, we will all meet again some day.

Whatever our faith has us believe, whether it be re-incarnation, souls in Paradise, choirs of Angels or Heaven being created here on earth, the majority of us believe that there is, indeed, some form of afterlife and that death is just a journey to another dimension.  Surely then a celebration of life is just waving farewell to someone embarking on a great adventure.

Rural report with Laird Smith

I lived north of town on the family farm which was three miles from Oliver. One mile north of the farm was a complex called Wilcox Corner. A number of businesses operated there. Sid Scott ran a service station and garage, a radio repair shop and motel was run by Cecil Scott, Mr. Wilcox ran a tree nursery and a corner grocery store was run by Mrs. Wilcox.

Mrs. Wilcox was an old lady to me, but was always a kind and welcoming person. The store sold everything you would need for a house but I wasn’t interested in household needs, I had another interest in that store.

I don’t recall how old I was when I made my discovery, but it attracted me until I left Oliver to seek my fame and fortune. Mrs Wilcox was a good merchandiser, she stocked a great deal of choices of candy. I loved candy more than I hated fear.

Between the family farm and the candy store were three homes where three cousins lived with their parents. These boys were near my age. As a child, I did not like rough, tough boys. I preferred playing with boys who didn’t want to push me down and punch me. The cousins were too rough for me.

As soon as I learned to ride a bicycle I headed for the candy store. The first time I rode there I took my time because I didn’t know the perils. I leisurely rode to the store, bought my candy and a pop and ate it. On the way back home I was stopped by of all three cousins at once. They threatened me in scary ways until I began to cry, then they let me go with a warning not to come by this way again.

I had a short memory, a consuming sweet tooth, and a quarter burning a hole in my pocket. It was off to the store again, but this time I raced past the cousins’ houses and over to the safety of the store. I bought my treat, consumed it, and prepared to race back home.

I made it past two of the cousins’ homes safely, was just starting to relax for in 25 feet I would pass the last cousins’ home, when the younger cousin launched himself out of the tall grass beside the highway, took four strides towards me and grabbed my handlebars. No matter that there were cars passing by, the job of intimidation was much more important!

He stared me down with an ugly face and I began to cry. Then he let me go with a warning not to come this way again.

There were many times I got to the candy store without being caught and bullied, but I was caught just enough to make the trip hazardous. The boys rarely hurt me physically. Their intent was to instill fear in me. If I had quit going to the store, they would have won the intimidation war.

When I bought my Honda 90cc motorcycle at the age of 16, I made my trips to the store without any problems. Who would try and stop a motorbike cruising on the highway? The two older cousins occasionally interfered with my life at school during lunch hour, but didn’t harm me physically.

As we grew older, our paths drifted apart and we all matured. I stopped crying and I hope they stopped bullying.

Packed theatre – Oliver’s Christmas Concert

standing room 122Overflow crowd, standing room only. The OCAC concert has used a smaller venue for some years but this was the first time in the new Frank Venables Theatre and the crowds just kept on coming until the parking lots were full, the streets were packed…and the entertainment began.
Some of the crowd had to watch the concert on large TV screens in the foyer.

Young dancers begin the show
Young dancers begin the show
Holy Cross Childrens Choir from Penticton
Holy Cross Childrens Choir from Penticton
Mikie and Ken
Mikie and Ken

Mo Basso reports on Hornets Action

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SOSS Hornets warming up on the court – alumni games and annual Okana Quen 

This weekend – two games with former players – one for the old timers on Friday and one Saturday with more recent grads.

Old Timers (2010 and earlier) Hornets won 77-69
Younger Alumna (2011-2015) Hornets won 90-67

Well the new season is upon us and there are some new changes this year. The team is being coached by former stand-outs Greet Gill and Sunny Buttar. These two great players are also working with Kevin Chase.

I would also like to acknowledge the generous donation of 500 dollars made by Scott Wallace to help assist the team and SOSS athletics stay strong. Costs have been rising and you can only ask the players and the local businesses for so much. If you can make a donation towards SOSS Sr. Boys Basketball and or Athletics that would be greatly appreciated every little bit counts.

Tournament starts Thursday

The Hornets host 3 of the top 5 AA teams in the 55th annual Okana-Qen

GW Graham, Fulton and Collingwood will help to make this weekends tournament a great one – come out to watch some great basketball, and see the 2015 Hornets move on towards the provincials.

Game Lineup on Thursday:

Oliver vs L. V. Rodgers (Nelson) at 3:30pm SOSS Gym
Maggie vs Clarence Fulton Maroons (Vernon) at 5pm
Collingwood Cavaliers (West Vancouver)  vs KSS B Owls at 6:30pm
GW Graham Grizzlies (Chilliwack)  vs Boucherie at 8pm

Then pick up a schedule for next 8 games on Friday

Winning rounds on Saturday – Final Game 2:30pm

On the Sunnyside

Friends

This was written by a Metro Denver Hospice Physician:

‘Friends are God’s way of taking care of us.’

I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd. The car started to choke and splutter and die – I barely managed to coast into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic. I would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. It wouldn’t even turn over. Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the quickie mart building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a gas pump, so I got out to see if she was okay. When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen. She was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, and I picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel. At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95.

I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept saying,’ I don’t want my kids to see me crying!’ So we stood on the other side of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California and that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, “And you were praying?” That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, “He heard you, and He sent me.”

I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling, walked to the next door McDonald’s and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little.
She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City. Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn’t have money to pay rent Jan. 1, and finally, in desperation, had called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. They lived in California and said she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there. So she packed up everything she owned in the car. She told the kids they were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there. I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, “So, are you like an angel or something?”

This definitely made me cry. I said, “Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people.”

It was so incredible to be a part of someone else’s miracle. And of course, you guessed it, when I got into my car it started right away and got me home with no problem. I’ll put it into the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won’t find anything wrong.

henry-weibe4That really brings on the sunny side,
Henry Wiebe

Letter to the editor

Oliver Daily News is a marvelous opportunity to allow my opinions and memories to be voiced throughout the world, to the benefit of the many former students who attended the Oliver schools since the schools began.

My memories of my years in Oliver continue surfacing unabated. My father, Wally Smith, wrote 25 years of newspaper columns from which I draw resource material.

I still have family and friends with whom I keep in touch with. Oliver Daily News helps me to keep up with current events which may or may not affect me but knowing about them is important to me.

It has been said that you can take the boy out of Oliver but you cannot take Oliver out of the boy. I am one of those who’s roots go deep and of course family and friends is what motivates me to return and visit.

I will continue to read and be part of the Oliver Daily News for it has become an important addition in staying informed.

Laird Smith

Letter to the editor

What is the Oliver Daily News to me?

O is for OLIVER a great place to live and a little bit of paradise in the beautiful South Okanagan.

L is for LIVE news and updates, all day long, every day.

I is for INTERACTIVE, I can post a comment, send a picture, respond to a poll.

V is for VISTA, ODN’s outstanding banner pictures.

E is for EVENTS, local or otherwise.

R is for REALLY REFRESHING READ, I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of the same old news sources I’ve been consuming for years. ODN is a refreshing read.

D is for DEBATE, often spirited and entertaining.

A is for AWARENESS of the happenings and events in my community.

I is for INTERACTION (yes different than interactive), I am able to interact with others in my community on various issues.

L is for LOL, see D above.

Y is for YOGA (okay, this was a tough one…not many Y words to choose from) The word “yoga” comes from the Sanskrit root yuj, which means ” to join” or “to yolk”. I am joined with my community through ODN and I find myself in the “present” when on this site. (Yes, I am a practicing yogi).

N is for NEWS, breaking news, local, regional, national, international, business and financial, economic, entertainment and celebrity, health and education, arts and culture, sports, politics, science and technology.

E is for ENTERTAINING, sometimes very!

W is for WEBSITE, this one is bookmarked in my favorites.

S is for SEVEN, the average time in minutes I spend at one sitting reading my ODN.

Julie Martineau

Keep fit with Kandice Davidson

Rest & Recovery ~ Part 1 Sleep:

Rest & recovery are critical components of any successful training program.

Rest is time spent sleeping & time that you are not training.

Recovery can be referred to as repair. A whole body/mind repair. Overall wellness. Sleep, water, nutrition & posture are at the top of the list.

Sleep is the most important time for recovery. Getting enough sleep promotes mental wellness, hormonal balance & allows our muscles to mend.

Getting to bed at a decent time is beneficial for your health, whereas wasting precious time in front of the tv or computer not so much. For those who don’t sleep well, this is even more important. You need to allow yourself even more time to make up for the sleepless moments throughout the night. Research shows that hours spent sleeping before midnight are most productive.

Having your bedroom dark & cool for sleeping is optimal. So it’s best to keep the electronics out of the bedroom.

Train yourself to wake up at the same time every morning until it becomes natural & you no longer need an alarm to wake you. Research says to wake up with the sun but in the ‘sunny’ Okanagan during the winter months, we’d be hibernating :)

Is your health & well being important enough to you for you to discipline yourself to make sure you get enough sleep at least most nights of the week? Now is a good time to get started. It’s dark so early & who isn’t tired these days? Get some rest & that all important recovery time in, especially if you are a very active person.

Enjoy your R&R
Sweet Dreams :)

For more information contact:
kandice@persona.ca

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Thoughts: Hey I just woke up, it’s my first Christmas. If you want to see excitement – check out my mom and the great grand-mother.

Sterling, son of Ally (Alyssa Chanice Hughes)

It’s the sizzle – rise and shine

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7am Saturday – egg in a muffin with cheese and ham, hash brown, coffee, juice and an apple. Approach from the rear of the Fire Hall for a drive through experience. By donation to raise funds for Muscular Dystrophy.

Chief Skaros raises a fireman’s boot for the first customer of the day, Ken Brown.

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