Joan Galat, rescuer and great writer

 

The driver was kind enough to detour for a coffee first thing this morning. A GOOD cup of coffee. That and a pack of raisins from my purse made breakfast. As we headed out of Jasper we could see elk relaxing at the side of the road. It was still dark so I didn’t take photos.

 

When we went through Jasper National Park it was still dark, so couldn’t see the mountains as we left. The early morning is a dangerous time for moose and deer on the road, but we didn’t see any. Did see one coyote make a dash for it.

The halfway point of the trip is a stop in Edson at the Tim Horton’s there. Employees are scarce all over Alberta and Edson is no different. When we drove in on the Friday night, it took 20 minutes to get a cup of tea because the workers are all about 12 years old. We were lucky this morning. No lineup. The 12 year old was speedy.

Beautiful clear cold dry day. Unlike the trip in, no fog or snow or dust storm.

Joan Galat had told me a week ago when she saw that I was going to be staying at the Nisku Inn that she had to “rescue me”. We made plans to meet for an early dinner or late lunch. When I got to the Inn, I at first thought she was nuts. The Inn looks great. Pool, exercise room, restaurants. I looked forward to having a swim, as yesterday I didn’t have time. Except the pool was closed. No problem. I’ll go to the gym. With this torn meniscus I like to do some exercise every day or every other day but I have to be careful what I do. An elliptical trainer is perfect, as is swimming. Well, in the gym, there was a treadmill (no good for knee) a bike (ditto) an elliptical trainer (yes!) except it was broken. So much for the gym. I had about two hours to wait until Joan rescued me so I checked email and played wordscraper in the internet room. Didn’t pay for it but found out today when I wanted to go back that only airline employees get it free. Joan finally rescued me and we went out for lunch/dinner. What a delightful woman Joan is. Beautiful books. She writes about science and astronomy and all sorts of things that I could never write about. Our lunch started at about 2 and by 5:30 the waitress was giving us dirty looks. We continued our conversation in the car. Joan and I discovered that we are sisters in suffering. She is the only person I’ve ever found who cannot eat raw broccoli just like me. She has the same bizarrely violent reaction to it.

I went to bed really early because I was being picked up first thing in the morning.

 

Jasper internment site

 

On Saturday Nov 15th I had one reading at the Jasper Public library, so most of the day was free. I slept in til about 9am and then had breakfast and walked around town. I have to be careful with the walking because of the torn meniscus. The day before I left on this tour, I had an MRI on my knee. When I get back, I’ll get the results.

So I walked around town for the fresh air and the beauty. I popped in to the local bookstore and signed copies of my books there and have a great chat with the staff. Then I went back to the hotel. I took a taxi to the library because even though it was just a couple kilometers from my hotel, I didn’t want to risk walking there as I carried my very heavy book bag.

John from Sundog tours came to the library presentation, as did one of the people from the bookstore. The librarian warned me that there might not be a big crowd because the sun was shining, but there was actually a nice group of people. All of the chairs and cushions were filled. My estimate is about 14 people — kids and adults.

After the library reading, John took me to the internment camp. The local museum had heard about my visit and they had sent me some photos and a map about the internment camp. Agnes, the children’s librarian made copies for me. When John and I walked around the site, he compared the photos to what we could now see. It was very interesting and it was so informative to have John there pointing all these things out. A font of info. The librarian had also given me a note about a local couple from the genealogy society who had recently taken people on a tour of the internment camp, so I phoned and talked to them as well. It’s so greet that people here are so helpful. I am thrilled to have had the opportunity to come here and see for myself where my grandfather was interned. It is stunningly gorgeous here. It wouldn’t have been for him.

Tomorrow, I leave by bus at 7am back to Edmonton. No time even for coffee because no place close to here will be open yet, but I’ll manage.

 

Book Week begins — destination Jasper

This was a day of complete travel. I got up at 5am and was picked up by airport transportation at 5:50am for a 7:25 flight out of Hamilton. I had a three-plus hour flight to Calgary, and a three hour stopover there, then on to Edmonton, a three hour wait there, and then a 5 hour bus drive to Jasper. During my stopover in Calgary, I met Calgary author Anne Meticosh for conversation and breakfast. At Edmonton Airport, I met with Ron Baker, a storyteller who is also touring Alberta this week. We had an early supper. By the time I got to my hotel room, I was thankful for a shower and a comfy bed. They put me on the second floor and there was no elevator. Normally this wouldn’t have been a problem, but I have a torn meniscus and my knee is fragile. It was quite the challenge getting my luggage up the stairs.

The bus ride was a highlight of the trip. It was actually a van with Sundog tours and John, the driver, was a font of historical info about Jasper. When he found out that my grandfather was interned at Jasper in WWI and that’s why I wanted to start my book tour here, he offered to take me to the site of the internment camp the next day.

Below is a photo I took from downtown Jasper:

 

 And here is the Marmot Lodge, where I stayed:

 

Book Week

 

Presentations by Author, Marsha Skrypuch

Saturday November 15th, 1:30-2:30pm
Jasper Public Library
500 Robson St, Jasper , 780.852.3652

Monday November 17th, 3:30-4:30pm
Devon Public Library
101-17 Athabasca Ave, Devon, 780.987.3720

Tuesday November 18th, 4:00-5:00pm
Mary C Moore Public Library
101 5214 50th Ave, Lacombe, 403.782.3433


Wednesday November 19th, 8:45-9:45am
Sundre Municipal Library
2-310 Center Street North, Sundre, 403.638.4000


Friday November 21st, 9:30 am and 10:30am
Strathcona County Library
Unit 300, Sherwood Park Mall
2020 Sherwood Park Drive, Sherwood Park, 780.449.5822

Friday November 21st, 1:30-2:30pm
Camrose Public Library
4710 50th Ave, Camrose, 780.672.4212

Friday Nov 21st, 5:30-7:00pm

Hosted by UWAC at

St John’s Cathedral Cultural Centre Solarium
10611-110th Ave, Edmonton
Wine and cheese at 5:30 with presentation to follow
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On this eve of the official Holodomor commemoration, Marsha will read from Enough, which is set during the 1932-33 genocide in which Stalin starved up to 10 million Ukrainians. The Ukrainian Women’s Association of Canada, Alberta Council, will purchase a copy for every elementary school in Alberta. Contact Geraldine (780.475.5875), Nadia (780.475.7547) or Shirley (780 475 5875).

More on internment recognition

On May 9th, when the federal government signed the internment recognition bill, I had the opportunity to speak with Jason Kenney and to thank him for his work on getting a number of historical injustices recognized. As a small token of my appreciation, I presented him with my two internment books, as well as my one book on the Holodomor.

 

cake book and an amazing teacher-librarian

The day before I was bestowed with the Order of Princess Olha, I did a school visit to Sarnia Collegiate Institute and Technical School. Jan Turnbull, the teacher-librarian, was amazing! She had adorned the library walls with images of my books and had printed off a bio of me for each participant of her coffee and book club.

The students were wonderful too. They asked excellent questions and seemed really to enjoy having an author visit.

Jan had lunch brought in for the entire book club and me too. And she brought in this amazing cake! Check it out:

Georgetown Boys play was amazing!

The Georgetown Boys play was last Wednesday. The run in the little theatre was from May 1 to 10, and then they re-jigged the set and performed it at the John Elliot Theatre in Georgetown for a final gala event. I wish I could have seen some of the shows in the little theatre for comparison sake because the stages were different. In the little one, it was theatre in the round, but the main stage is a standard stage.

Each night sold out and the wine and cheese reception on Wednesday was packed. A number of the writers in my online critique group came out and I brought 21 people with me from Brantford in the obese limo. The descendants of the Georgetown Boys were out in force, and there were lots of people from the Toronto, Oakville and Cambridge Armenian communities.

Kate from the Freckled Lion Bookstore was selling all of my Armenian books hand over fist and she wanted me to sit down and sign during the wine and cheese reception. Instead, I got out a pen and told her if people wanted me to sign books, they could come in and ask me, but that I wanted to chat with friends and drink wine. 🙂

In retrospect, I should have listened to Kate. I was surrounded by layers of people with books for autograph in the reception room, and barely had time to find my son and husband, let alone introduce my family to various friends. And I was wearing high heels on a hard floor, holding books and signing. When we finally got home and got to bed, I realized that I had done a number on one of my knees. Kept on waking up all night with stabbing pain. My husband says I’ve pulled a tendon.

But the play itself was amazing! They included archival footage on a screen behind the stage of Armenians being expelled from Turkey in 1923, and of the burning of Smyrna. They had photos of the orphans arriving in Canada and news clips and telegrams all integrated into the narrative of the play. Sam Hancock, who wrote the script and produced the play, kept strictly to my storyline, using my own words. He had developed one additional character to act as a foil and that was interesting to see as well.

One challenge he had was to convey the fact that the boys couldn’t understand anything that was said to them after their teacher went into hiding in Montreal. In the book it’s clear because it’s from Aram’s perspective. The way Sam resolved it was to have the boys speak actual Armenian when they were in the presence of Canadians, but to revert to English when they were speaking among themselves. This meant that the kids who were playing the roles had huge chunks of Armenian to learn! I introduced Sam to an Armenian teacher from Oakville and she taught the kids Armenian.

There was one scene where a character had to speak about a minute’s worth of Armenian. There was a sigh of appreciation from the audience, and then vigorous applause. Apparently, the pronunciation was superb. When the show ended, there was a standing ovation.

When I was writing the Aram books, I happened upon the fact that it was the real Aris Alexanian of Alexanian Carpets who came to the boys’ rescue to act as an intirim interpretor until a replacement for Mr. Chechian could be found. I had contacted the Alexanian sons to see if they would agree to have the character based on their father be called Mr. Alexanian. I sent them my manuscript so they could see for themselves what I was doing. Well, the Alexanian family attended the play in force! Both sons, their children and grandchildren were there and they were all so proud!

At the end of the play, Sam asked if the descendants of the Georgetown Boys in the audience would stand up. There were about 25 of them. It was awesome!!

pysanky and Prisoners

I got my first advance copy of my Dear Canada novel, Prisoners in the Promised Land, on Tuesday.

I drove in to Toronto and my editor took me out for lunch and gave it to me. It is beautiful!!! It won’t be officially released until October 1, but the rest of the advance copies should be coming in shortly.

My pencil sketches turned out surprisingly well, and I LOVE the red cover and ribbon and the girl on the cover is so perfect.This novel was the most intensive one I have ever worked on in terms of editing, historical nit-picking, fact-checking, etc, but I am thrilled with the outcome.

On the spur of the moment on holiday Monday, I decided to make a Ukrainian Easter egg for my editor, seeing as they feature in the story. I only had omega 3 eggs, with a stamping in blue saying “omega 3” but I didn’t want to get dressed and go to the store so I risked removing the stamping with Windex. And then I couldn’t find my trusty electric kistka so had to use the old fashioned kistkas with a candle. Halfway through I thought I’d better make one for the publisher too. They both turned out beautifully! I think I’ll stick to the old kistkas and maybe always use omega 3 eggs. Ha!

Here they are:

And here’s one that I did a few months ago:

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