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My.Daily.Distraction ~ Post 191: Postal Pet Peeves, Part One

23 Thursday Jul 2015

Posted by duckykoren in Computers, NASA, Science, Stationary

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Would you like to know how to strike fear in the heart of a postal worker?

Show them a musical greeting card.

You know, the ones that play a hardly recognizable tune the instant that you open it.

Sure, it’s cute for about five seconds…

… Fifteen seconds if you’re easily amused.

However, I’m sure very few people having received a musical greeting card actually listen to their musical interlude for even a whole minute.

Unless, you’re a postal worker.

My co-workers and I have come across them as they play nonstop while still in their pristine and unopened envelopes.

Imagine listening to them while you are trapped in your work area as they continue to play for hours at a time because there is no way to…

…TURN THEM OFF.

At work today, while listening to another instalment of the science podcast series, ‘The Infinite Monkey Cage,’ I learned something about these novelty greeting cards that took me quite by surprise.

A panelist on the show made the following comment:

“The computing power (in one of those musical greeting cards) is MORE than the TOTALITY of ALL the computing power IN THE WORLD fifty years ago.”

Just think about that.

All that computing power, more than NASA had for any of the Apollo space missions, put into a tiny piece of plastic for a greeting card that will be played once, maybe twice, only to be thrown away after a day or so.

Can you imagine?

It’s interesting to think what past, present and a future discoveries hold in store for our next generation.

Maybe, fifty years from now, the food industry will be inserting miniaturized hadron colliders into disposable cardboard cups to keep our coffee from getting cold.

Something to think about.

🙂

My.Daily.Distraction ~ Post 184: Snail Mail Gets Slick

02 Thursday Jul 2015

Posted by duckykoren in Communication, Entertainment, Family, Istanbul, Mail, Photography, Stories, Travel

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Over the past month a new TV series has become very popular at our home.

It is a British travel series hosted by Richard Ayoade. Perhaps you know him from another television show, Gadget Man which he hosts as well.

Richard enjoys critiquing his travels with a dry acerbic humour that leads you to thirst for his deadpan punchlines. He amuses me to no end.

Over the course of four television shows, he and his travelling guest companions take exciting weekend excursions to Barcelona, Istanbul, Iceland, and Madagascar.

There was something that Richard Ayoade did during his episode on Istanbul that left me gobsmacked.

(I’ve included a link to this particular episode at the end of this post, so you can watch it for yourself if you like.)

As Richard and his travelling companion stood admiring the vista of ancient churches in Istanbul, he took a selfie of himself and his guest with his cell phone.

He then explained to his television audience that thanks to a software app called…

‘Touchnote’…

The picture he just took will, at the press of a button, be sent as a postcard to whomever he chooses.

Whoa…

…I thought to myself.

That is one slick way to send a postcard.

Of course I had to check this out.

Much to my pleasant surprise, when I looked it up in the App Store I learned that my husband had already downloaded it.

This was astonishing because I don’t think he’s ever sent a postcard in his life.

He must’ve really been impressed with this app.

Software generated postcards seem nifty, but no one, and I mean no one could generate hand written postcards, with all the old fashioned lick’em and stick’em accoutrements like my Grandmother.

She carried in her purse all the fixings for a postcard as well as formal stationary, accompanying photographs, scissors, tape, and a never ending roll of stamps.

Nevertheless I’m quite sure that my Grandmother would have made really good use of this newly discovered app.

How do I know this?

You see, my Grandmother also happened to be a bit of a shutterbug herself.

When I try to imagine her response to this cell phone generated postcard I can almost feel her glee. I wish she could have experienced the ultimate convenience that all of us already take for granted. No longer do we have to take our camera film to the store to be developed before we can enjoy our photographs.

I find myself looking forward to signing up with this new app and purchasing some postage credits so that I can always be at the ready to send a friend or loved one a postcard made from an impromptu picture that I had taken.

No doubt, there are many of you…

(And you know who you are)

…Who are currently nodding your head in agreement as you know me all too well.

On the other hand there are those of you cringing at the thought of me taking yet another selfie of the two of us.

Nevertheless, you can consider yourself warned.

Keeping that in mind, please prepare yourselves to…

Say “CHEESE!”

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TRAVEL MAN: 48 Hours In Istanbul

My.Daily.Distraction ~ Post 128: Misdemeanours

27 Friday Feb 2015

Posted by duckykoren in Blogs, Family, Stories, Writing

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Family, Friends, Gardens, Mail, Misdemeanours, parents, School, Stories, Swiss Chard

A friend and I were swapping family stories at work last night as we sorted mail bundles.

I told him a funny story about my Father, and then he told me a funny story about his Mother.

The story my friend told me, was about the time his Mother had asked him to deliver a bag of Swiss Chard to a friend of hers while on his way to school. She had just picked it from her garden, and had promised it to her friend, who lived along the way.

Later on, as he came home from school, he realized that he had accidentally thrown the bag into a garbage bin. He had not remembered that it was the bag that held the Swiss Chard.

When his Mother found out about it, she was of course, unhappy. She had to place an embarrassing phone call to her friend to explain that her son had accidentally thrown her swiss chard away.

“She never let me forget about it,” he said to me, rolling his eyes as he finished his story.

I quickly agreed with him. Indeed, there were many things I had done which my parents never let me forget either.

And that’s when I was struck with a thought…

As a child and even as an adult, both my parents loved to reminisce about the embarrassing moments in my life, that I tried so hard to forget.

Again and again, my misdemeanours were raised during conversations. There were many times that I had to bite my tongue, while they laughed and teased me about them.

These stories made me want to crawl under countless tables.

Now, both my parents have emanated into another dimension.

Oddly enough, in their absence, these stories have now become my friends.

Those unhappy memories that I spent my whole life trying to forget, have transformed into stories which bring me joy!

It brings me even greater joy to share them.

My.Daily.Distraction ~ Post 125: S.W.A.K.

24 Tuesday Feb 2015

Posted by duckykoren in Authors, Aviation, Books

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Antoine De Saint Exupery, Authors, Friends, Grandmothers, Hearts, letters, Mail, Planes, Post Office

I will always regret that I never gave my Grandmother a tour of the post office where I work, while I still had the chance.

She was the most prolific letter writer I’ve ever known. She loved sending letters. Indeed, she would take time out of every day and write out postcards and letters to friends and family.

I would have shown her that the post office is more vibrantly mechanized than she could have ever imagined. From the tow motors carrying big steel cages crammed with parcels and containers of mail, to the video coding desks, culling belts and letter sorting machines, she would have loved the magic that she was witnessing.

However to me, it’s just organized chaos.

The plant where I work is full of machines that can each process almost 50,000 pieces of mail an hour.

During the Christmas period, 1.5 million pieces of mail are dumped, machined, sorted and dispatched each twenty-four hour period.

That’s a lot of mail.

One of my favourite authors, Antoine De Saint Exupery, author of ‘The Little Prince’ was among the first pilots to ever fly mail from point to point.

In his book Wind Sand and Stars, he eloquently recorded his thoughts as he flew his plane with it’s cargo of mail over the Sahara Desert.

Mail in the late 1930’s was very different from what it is now.

Today the majority of mail is business related. The mail stream consists mostly of credit card bills, receipts, invoices, account statements, and of course junk mail.

However, back then the mail consisted almost entirely of personal letters. These were letters from mother to son, husband to wife, friend to friend, beloved to beloved.

And so, as this pilot and author flew high in the sky alone at night with his cargo, he marvelled at the stars above and pondered the points of light below while trying to imagine the precious contents of the letters. Antoine De Saint Exupery firmly believed that he was doing an important task. The letters he carried contained validations of love and friendship from loved ones separated by time and distance.

It was indeed a different world back then and I wish we could get some of it back.

It might do our digitized hearts some good.

❤

My.Daily.Distraction ~ Post 116: Good Days

15 Sunday Feb 2015

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bad, co-workers, Friends, good, Mail, struggle, work

“Oh, were you sitting here?” she asked me when I returned to my chair to find a co-worker sitting in it.

I had been sorting mail when I had to get up to dispatch some full containers.

My seat was vacant when she arrived in the area, and so she sat down in my empty chair and began to sort.

“No, it’s okay really, …stay there,” I told her. “I’ll keep busy by helping to collect mail bundles until lunch.

…”It’s all good.”

My co-worker’s demeanour suddenly became serious.

Looking at me intently, she asked me:

“Is it Doris, is it always good for you here really?”

I was the resident union shop steward.

I could be called any minute to defend a co-worker, explain contractual language, or smooth over misunderstandings, or worse.

It was a question that I had not expected. The look on her face told me that she wanted an honest answer, and so I gave her one.

“I use to believe that all people were inherently good,” I began…

“But I don’t believe that anymore.”

She was listening intently, saying nothing.

“I’ve since learned that people are inherently selfish. It’s the good people in my life that make it all worthwhile.”

Now, it isn’t often that I put all my cards on the table like that, but I sensed that this was an appropriate time to do so.

My co-worker had often shared with me the issues that she continues to struggle with.
Indeed, we all struggle from time to time.

Some of us struggle more than others.

At the moment, I had the sense that she trusted me and that I had her full attention.

And so, I continued.

“We all have our crosses in life to bear, and it’s important to minimize what negativity we can and move on.”

“In the end, whether or not it’s all good is up to you.”

With that, her face brightened.

“Yes,” she affirmed to me…

… “I’m good today.”

By the look in her eye, I could tell that she was. Indeed, I had been there for her on some her darker days.

As for the times when life is not good, what’s important to me is being able to recognize and acknowledge to myself the times when I’m having a rough day.

Then accept it for exactly what it is.

Just one day.

If it’s good, I enjoy it now.

If it’s not, I try to dig out some happy thoughts to hold me over until tomorrow…

…because that’s how I roll.

My.Daily.Diversion ~ Post Eighty-Five: My Playlist

14 Wednesday Jan 2015

Posted by duckykoren in Entertainment, Music, Rock, Rock And Roll

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There is a CBC radio show that I listen to every Sunday night on my drive in to work from 9:00 p.m. to 10:00 p.m.

It’s called ‘My Playlist’.

Each week a different Canadian music artist hosts and presents a playlist of their favourite and most influential songs. That’s where I was introduced to some artists that I’d never heard before, Ron Sexsmith being one of them.

In light of the obvious fact that I will never be a guest host on this show I thought that I might use this form of social media to have a little fun and present a playlist of my own with songs which have meant the most to me through my life.

Like you, I have hundreds of songs to pick from, however to make this short list, I decided to choose those which have always had the greatest emotional impact on me.

Here goes…

1. The very first song that I remember hearing on the radio that gave me an emotionally happy response was ‘A Lover’s Concerto’ by The Toys. That was 1965 and good old Toronto’s CHUM AM radio. To this very day, when I hear it start to play, my heart still does backflips.

2. For some reason, it irks me when I ask someone who their favourite band is and they reply the Beatles. To me that’s like asking someone what their favourite book is and they say the Bible. I consider both ‘Beatle’ and ‘Bible’ answers are winners by default. In my world, they are the epitome of both worlds and not to be reckoned with. That’s just my opinion. Please don’t send me any hate mail. Further, I could not fathom a playlist that did not include the Beatles, and so I chose ‘She Loves You’. Just because… ya, ya, ya.

3. As a young girl, I always loved to hear my Father whistle. If he was whistling, that meant that he was content and happy and this was how I preferred him. His favourite whistling tune was Donovan’s ‘Jennifer Juniper.’ He whistled it so much, that I promised myself if I ever had a little girl that I would name her Jennifer. Well, I did. And I did!

4. Elton John’s ‘Someone Save My Life Tonight’ was my teenage angst song of choice. It always seemed to come on the radio when I was in crisis mode. Both the melody and lyrics soothed me to no end. In 1987, I attended his concert at Exhibition Stadium in Toronto. It was outdoors and thunderstorms pummelled us with no mercy. Yes, he did finally sing this song. I had ‘a moment’. It was an epoch in my life.

5. Leo Sayer’s ‘When I Need You’ is on my playlist because it is the song my husband and I chose to be ‘our song. ‘Nuff said.

6. I love Def Leppard’s ‘Hysteria’. To me, this song is the epitome of desire. I’ll just leave it at that.

7. The first rock concert that my husband and I ever attended was Bruce Springsteen’s ‘The River’ Concert back in January 1981. At that time we had been married for over three years and had a six month old baby. That was our first real outing after having become parents. The next day’s morning papers called the non stop event: “A four hour rock and roll revival.” I have another sweet story associated with this album…. Frank’s birthday was a few weeks after the concert. When my Grandmother asked me what Frank wanted for his birthday, I told her he would really appreciate Bruce Springsteen’s ‘The River’ album. That was easier said than done because my Grandfather being a Baptist minister didn’t want to be known for giving away rock albums for birthday presents. However, at my Grandmother’s behest they did reach a compromise. They gave him twenty dollars to buy whatever he wanted. He bought himself the album. And so, for the above reasons, choice number seven on my playlist is Bruce Springsteen’s song from the very same album, ‘The River’.

8. Karen Carpenter’s ‘Rainy Days And Mondays’ is the anthem of my younger teenage years. I loved the Carpenters and even had the good fortune to see them in the summer of 1975 when my cousin from Cleveland drove all the way to Canada in his Lotus to take me back to the States to see one of their concerts and then back home again. Some parts of my childhood really sucked, but that particular adventure was definitely a shining moment in my life. Unfortunately, Karen Carpenter’s untimely death makes it hard for me to listen to any of their songs anymore even to this day. I’m still not over it. Don’t think I ever will be.

9. The first time I ever saw the Thompson Twins was their ‘Lies Lies Lies’ video. I thought it cute, but it didn’t grab me. Then one day in 1983 while doing housework I found myself making beds while singing the lyrics to ‘Hold Me Now’. I couldn’t remember where it came from, or who sang it. I only knew it as a pretty melody. A day or so later, I heard it play on the radio and finally solved the mystery. I have loved that song ever since. I played it throughout my entire second pregnancy and then rocked my newborn baby girl to sleep with that song. I did get to see them in Hamilton January 1st 1988. My life was complete.

10. One day, my husband came home from one of his business trips with yet another new toy. It was this gadget called a CD Walkman. I had never seen one before. I wasn’t impressed. Next thing I know is he puts a set of headphones on me and pushes the button. I will never forget what happened next. The most incredibly clear, rich and intensely beautiful music that I had ever heard filled my head. It was an acappella group called the Nylons and the song was ‘Love This Is Love’. I have been in love with them ever since. After attending many of their concerts I finally got to meet them. Now, many years later only one original member is still with us. After buying every CD that they ever put out, I played them till the plastic virtually crumbled. Thank God for downloading.

So there, you have it, in a big nutshell. I promised to limit the playlist to ten and that didn’t cover the Doobies, ELO, 10cc, Bad Company, Styx, Bread, Jim Croce, Queen, Howard Jones, Steve Winwood, Gowan, Metallica, Nirvana, Pink Floyd, Mister Mister, Moody Blues, and the best band ever, next to the Beatles of course… The Eagles. However, the ten I chose had to score on the emotional level and not so much on music artistry, style, and content.

In closing, I would love to hear your playlist… Be it ten selections or only one.

Choose wisely…

My.Daily.Distraction ~ Post 61: It Was The Best Of Times, It Was The Grinchiest Of Times

16 Tuesday Dec 2014

Posted by duckykoren in Blogs, Christmas, correspondence, Grinch, Stories, Writing

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Each year, at Christmas time my employer, Canada Post engages children to write to Santa Claus and then promises that Santa will write them back.

Sure enough, each November after Toronto’s annual Santa Claus parade kicks off the Christmas season, the children’s letters begin to pour in by the thousands.

Then, hundreds of elves…

(Canada Post employees)

…volunteer their free time to answer the children’s letters as they come in from all over the world.

Everyone in the plant knows the process of making sure that each letter finds itself into the hands of an elf. There are red boxes throughout the plant from which the Santa letters are collected.

Each letter is treated like gold, as they are truly precious.

Imagine my surprise one day when I found myself holding a letter addressed to:

….the Grinch!

This is the character invented and lovingly brought to life by dear old Dr. Seuss.

I was completely caught off guard.

We had no process for how to handle letters addressed to the Grinch.

What to do?

All of a sudden an idea formed in my head.

After taking a few moment to formulate my plan I finally sprang into action.

I took a long look around.

Seeing my target in the far distance, I set my course.

The thought of handing this letter to my supervisor did not nearly reach the level of grinchiness I was looking for.

A letter such as this called for my boss’s boss’s boss.

It was with great pleasure when I finally caught up with him that I held out the letter and said:

“This is for you…”

Taking the envelope from my hand he took a quick glance at it, smirked, and then tucked it neatly into his shirt pocket.

Deed done, I turned and left him alone to his thoughts.

Game set.

Match.

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My.Daily.Distraction ~ Post 14: My Father’s Greatest Struggle

13 Thursday Nov 2014

Posted by duckykoren in Family, Stories

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blogs, Children, Family, Friends, Grandchildren, grandfathers, Hardships, Mail, Post Office, Stories

My Father started working at the post office in 1971.

I began working there in 1988.

Before I began to work at Canada Post my children were very young.

Father and I would often go out shopping about town with his Grandchildren in tow.

Of course, while combing through the streets and shops pushing around the baby buggies, we never failed to meet up with his various friends and coworkers.

What I didn’t quite understand was his comment that followed every time he introduced the Grandchildren to his friends.

He would always say to his friends:

“There is nothing harder than becoming a Grandfather!”

Eventually I took it upon myself to ask him what he meant by this strange statement.

For the life of me I could not think of anything hard about becoming a Grandfather.

And so finally I asked my Father the following question:

“Why do you always tell people that there’s nothing harder than becoming a Grandfather?”

With a cold and steely glare, he looked me straight in the eye and said:

“Well…

…I had to raise you first, didn’t I?”

Memories Of Mother… Post 51: Care Mail

24 Thursday Jul 2014

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blogs, Breast Cancer, Cancer, Care, Coworkers, Family, Friends, love, Mail, mothers, postcards, Writing

 

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The picture you see above is a photo of the postcard written by a good friend of mine from work.

There were many people who were good and kind enough to write out encouraging and well wishing postcards to my Mother after she received her cancer diagnosis.

Some messages are kept very simple.

Some very flattering.

Some were very silly.

And some were very funny.

All were sincere.

The card you see above I found especially touching.

Not only does he offer encouraging words to my Mother, he also refers very lovingly to his own. Never before have I known anyone who has written about their own Mother so fondly, tenderly, and with reverence.

It warmed my heart the first time I read it.

It warmed my heart when I received the postcard back right after losing Mother.

And it still warms my heart as I reminisce about her.

The postcard on the opposite side shows photographs of Montreal City… Hence the reference: “Greetings from Montreal

For those of you who can’t quite make out the handwriting my friend wrote:

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“Hello Grrr!

And greetings from Montreal!

I hope this card finds you in good spirits.

Doris told me of some health issues you’ve been having.

Know that we are pulling for you, and that in addition I have asked my Mother to pray for you.

Gerda, God really likes my Mom, so expect good things to start happening soon!!!

So until next time, keep a good thought and we’ll talk soon!

Lots of love…”

 

(Grrr was my Mother’s nickname, derived from her real name Gerda)

 

 

Memories of My Mother… Part 17: Postcards

22 Sunday Jun 2014

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Postcards….

I love post cards.

However, my Grandmother (Oma Scherer) loved postcards even more.

She could not walk by a rack of postcards without picking out at least half a dozen.

And almost every day of her long life, she seemed to find a rack of postcards somehow, somewhere.

The vision of her with keen determination walking up to a cash register with a handful of a treasure trove of postcards will always stay with me.

I never really had any idea how many of them she had collected…

Until I inherited them.

Several thousand would be a reasonable approximation.

From all over the world.

You see…

My grandmother was always a very busy and loving woman.

I didn’t get to see her often, as she and my grandfather lived in Germany where he served as a Baptist minister.

During her extended stays while visiting our house, she was helpful with the cooking and ironing. She was also very good at sniffing out cluttered drawers or closets.

It was also a common scene to see her sitting at a kitchen table, writing amongst stacks of stationary, envelopes and rolls of stamps.

I remember when I was about six years old I walked up to her and ask:

“What are you doing?” as I came over to take a look at what she was up to.

“I’m writing a letter,” she’d reply.

Indeed she was. Looking to the top of the letter in her hand, I read the following word:

“Greetings…” which was how she began each of her letters.

Next to this word she would place lots of stickers showing floral bouquets. In those days they were not the self stick kind of stickers.
You had to lick the back of them first. I can still remember there gluey tang. She had tons of them.

“To who are you writing a letter?” I then asked her.

“Someone who is in the hospital,” she’d say.

Content with her reply, I leave her to her writing and go and play for a bit.

Coming back a half-hour later, I’d still find her writing.

“Is that the same letter?” I inquired.

“No this is another one.”

“To who?” I was a very nosey child.

“My friend.”

“Is this friend in the hospital too?”

Without looking up and without breaking stride with her pen she replied:

“No, this friend who lives alone.”

And so, this would go on all afternoon. By the time she was done, there was a stack of sealed envelopes addressed to points all over the world. Some were for overseas, some were going to the United States. I could not help but notice that the envelopes also abundantly well stickered.

It was an enigma of sorts to me, a little girl, as to why she spent hours each day writing all those letters when there were other fun things to do like watch TV or play outside or in my grandmother’s case, cleaning out and organizing a closet.

And of course there was the expense of it all, as she was forever purchasing more stationary, more stamps, and more booklets of those beautiful little flowery books of stickers.

Then at last, I remember the day when I asked her:

“Do you write letters to everybody?”

“No” she answered.

“Then who do you write all these letters to?”

“I have a lot of friends who either live alone at home or are in a rest home. And then there are those who have to stay in the hospital for a very long time.”

Still not satisfied I decided to press her further.

“But why do you have to write them all letters?”

My grandmother finally looked up from her writing and said to me:

“These are very lonely people and everyone deserves to get a letter from time to time. Letters bring memories of friendship and happiness.”

Then she said something to me that I will never forget ever.

She said:

“I write these people letters to prove that there is at least one person thinking of them so that they will not feel so lonely anymore.”

I never forgot that.

And so, in September 2005 almost a year after my Grandmother passed away, I was visiting Mother when she handed me over a dozen very large and very full albums (or rather archives) filled with my Grandmother’s mementos and souvenirs that she had accumulated over the past eighty years.

These archives include reams of journals, pictures, postcards, letters, newspaper and magazine clippings, pressed botanicals, paper napkins, swizzle sticks, matchbooks, records of expenses, speeches, sermons, prayers, songs, stamps, travel brochures, receipts, ledgers, telegrams, sugar packets, ticket stubs, menus, programs, cut-outs, notes, personal diaries, travel logs, photo albums, paper placemats, food wrappers, coasters, travel papers, money, invitations, military documents, and more.

Some of the postcards were over one hundred years old.

The question was obviously what was I going to do with them?

I knew eventually I’d find a good use for them.

It was just a matter of time until I figured out what it would be.

And so I waited….

The answer came to me six years later.

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