December 27, 2006


The Other 364 Days

For Christmas this year, we got Jackson, 12, a crokinole board. Those are those big wooden octagon-things with little wooden disks. It's a really old game, but it doesn't take batteries and there is always the fun of the disk launching off the board and hitting his brother between the eyes. Even though he'd never played, I had a hunch it might be a hit.

It was. I was relieved.

I pulled the papers in this morning, and staring up at me from the front page was this story from the Star. A young 17-year-old lad from Oakville had died during a hockey game. A similar thing happened closer to home a couple of months back, and I am always shocked at how gutted I can feel about a child I've never met. But I look into pictures of boys who could be mine. Who are mine. We've all lost so much.

This was followed by a story about small knitted dolls being sent to orphans in Malawi. A Canadian peacekeeper in Croata in 1994, Mark Isfeld had taken a picture of a broken doll in the rubble of war. His mother began crocheting tiny, bright dolls in a peacekeeper's beret for her son to hand out to the children. They are now called Izzy dolls.

Mark was killed in June of '94 clearing mines. In a wall of grief I can't imagine, Carol Isfeld continued to make the dolls and Mark's troopmates continued to hand them out. Women's groups across Canada are helping using Carol's pattern.

Often, these tiny dolls are buried with the terminally ill children they comforted. It is all they have.

And I was worried about a crokinole board.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Much to my great sorrow I stumbled on your site. I really don't know why you bother. You are just one of those people who is terminally dull.

Why people like yourself think that anybody would be interested in the dull, interminable details of your boring life, I have no idea. When will you realise, don't blog unless you have something interesting to say.

December 27, 2006 3:33 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Lorraine,

Wow...you've really made a fan of the writer of that first comment ! Must just be one of those people with a grudge against crocheting. I've heard about them..didn't know they actually existed.

I've been reading your site for about a year, with this being my first comment. Don't let the comments of a few detract from the enjoyment your comments provide to many. Personally, I don't find your stories the least bit boring. They mostly make me smile. You have a gift with your writing.

Anyone that has followed the "Pain Diaries" knows, your shoulders can handle the criticism. Just wanted to make a comment from the other side.

Keep up the good work.

A fan from Eganville,
Mark

December 27, 2006 10:30 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Lorraine your site is the first thing I check every morning. You always make me smile, or think!! Keep it up

December 28, 2006 8:15 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It's Lorraine. Thanks, everyone. The trolls pretend to rule the internet, and I knew I'd sort of arrived when I got my first crap like that.

I could erase the comments, or censor them, but I said originally I'd only take out really foul language because of the kids that sometimes read the site. So, I leave them up. I figure it's fun for everyone to see the tiny downside of what I do.

For the most part, I figure if somebody bothers to read multiple entries, and takes the time to respond, he either secretly likes it, or really needs to get a job. It sure doesn't occur to me that he's being held there in a leghold trap with a gun to his head.

Though that vision IS offering comfort....

December 28, 2006 8:47 AM  

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