Brennan Bulletin
Term 1 Year 2010—2011
Volume 12 Issue 1
Brennan School Box 1060 Newton, MB R0H 0X0 Tel: 204.267.2700 FAX: 204.267.2040 email: [email protected]
Communication and Preservation
W
riting is a form of communication and can also know all the sounds in a word written in their mother
be a method of preserving a language. In
tongue, they seem to recognize and memorize it
quickly.
schools it’s become the norm for students to “write
Besides rendering our stories authentically Hutacross the curriculum”, meaning that students write in
terite, including Hutterisch words helps preserve our
all subject areas: in math class, they explain their
language. When listening to Hutterites converse, it
thinking in math journals; in science and social studbecomes clear that many of us use so many English
ies they write research reports about animals or counwords, a nontries they are
Hutterisch speaker can
studying. This,
in part, is to preeasily pick up the gist
pare students for
of our conversation.
This underscores that
when they will
we must work at preenter the work
serving our language.
place. What
Tragically, when a
jobs or occupaculture loses its lantions are there
guage, that is not the
on a colony, or
only aspect of a peoanywhere else,
ple’s heritage that will
for that matter,
be lost.
that do not reFurthermore, at an
quire writing?
ESL course I took last
Whether you are
winter I was taught
Hausholter,
that we only learn to
Zeichschneidrin
read once. With every
or Schmied, you
language(s) we learn
are required to
“Gorgeous Flower” coloured pencil composition; Laura Hofer (2010) after that initial learnwrite. Even as
ing, we apply the same
ordinary citireading skills to decipher that language. We can all
zens, we need to write – in our personal correspondattest to that, for none of us has ever taken lessons on
ence and in the keeping of a journal.
reading Hutterisch; however, we quickly pick up
A recent trend among the Hutterites is to write
what’s written in our mother tongue.
in our native, Hutterisch language. Because it is a
In this issue, of the Brennan Bulletin, our sturelatively new phenomenon, it is interesting to watch
dents communicate their learning via research artiyoung students when they are first encouraged to incles, narratives, phase autobiographies and learning
clude Hutterisch words in their stories. At first, they
journeys and are including Hutterisch words in many
give you a strange look, as if to say, “My story is
of their pieces, thereby helping preserve our language
written in English, why should I include a Hutterisch
word?!” Then, as they start reading and rereading
one word at a time.
their work, a twinkle in the eye and a pleased smile
Elma Maendel - Principal
replace their unbelieving look. Even if they don’t
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y puppy’s
name is Muffy.
Evelynne Waldner - Kindergarten
T
his is a
big dog.
Joel Waldner - Kindergarten
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y dog has big
ears.
Doreen Maendel - Kindergarten
M
y puppy is
brown.
Jonathan Waldner - Kindergarten
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T
his is Nyla.
Isaiah Waldner - Kindergarten
T
his is Tyler.
Edenn Waldner - Grade 1
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ch bin in Sommerfeld. Ich gehe mit den Dienen im
Garten. Meine Baslen sind auch mit. Sie heiβen Susan,
Michelle und Candace. Wir pflőcken viel Mais.
Stephen Maendel - Klasse 1.
Monkeys
Stephen Maendel - Grade 1
This is a monkey.
It is black and white.
Monkeys have long tails and small ears.
They have fur and sharp teeth.
They can climb.
If I saw a monkey, I would give him oranges.
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M
ein Hund heiβt Lyla! Sie ist braun und Schwarz.
Sie kann schnell laufen. Ich ziehe an ihrem
Schwanz. Lyla sagt, “Wau-wau.”
Marcus Hofer - Klasse 1.
Lions
Marcus Hofer - Grade 1
This is a lion.
It is big.
It can bite.
Lions have big feet and tails.
They have sharp teeth and whiskers.
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hane und Isaiah und ich spielen Ball. Dann gehen wir
essen.
Saphira Waldner - Klasse 2
Giraffes
Saphira Waldner—Grade 2
This is a giraffe
It is tall.
It can run.
Giraffes have spots and fur.
They have a tail and small ears.
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J
odi und ich spielen mit Jodis Puppen. Die Puppen
heiβen Hadassah und Tirzah. Sie sind sehr lieb.
Nicole Waldner - Klasse 2.
Butterflies
Nicole Waldner—Grade 2
B
utterflies live in Canada and Mexico. Butterflies lay 400 eggs. Their
babies are called caterpillars. The eggs
are yellow and tiny. Butterflies have
wings and they can fly. Monarch butterflies have orange and black and white and
yellow wings. They have 6 feet and a long
body.
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ch bin in Skyview. Ich spiele mit Tirzahs Puppen. Das
macht Spass! Tirzah ist meine Freundin.
Jodi Maendel - Klasse 2.
Salmon
Jodi Maendel - Grade 2
S
almon are fish. They live in the
water. Salmon lay 2000 to
4000 eggs. The eggs are pink and
round. Their babies are called alevins, fry or fingerlings. They can
swim. Salmon have a red body and a
green head. They have fins and a
tail.
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I
ch helfe meinem Olvetter. Wir gehen zum Stall Truthőhner
főttern. Wir haben viele Truthőhner.
Shane Waldner - Klasse 3
Turtles
T
Shane Waldner—Grade 3
urtles live in the mud. Turtles
lay 5 to 15 eggs. Their eggs are
white and oval. Their babies are
called hatchlings. Turtles can swim
and walk. Turtles have four feet and
a hard shell. They have a head and a
tail.
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ch bin bei den Strohbӓllen. Ich spiele mit den Katzen. Ich mag Katzen. Die Kat-
zen heiβen Sheldon, Thaddeus,
Princess, Glitter
und Shorty. Katzen können gut
klettern.
Gabriel Hofer - Klasse 3
Bald Eagles
Gabriel Hofer - Grade 3
Bald eagles rule the sky.
They live in Canada and in the United States of America.
Eagles can soar in the sky.
They hunt for fish and grab them
with their talons.
Eagles are powerful.
Their nests are huge.
Their nests are near rivers, lakes
and oceans.
Their babies are called eaglets.
When eaglets grow bigger, they
lose their down and grow feathers.
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My Olvetter’s Lawn
D
o you ever help your Olvetter rake his
lawn? All my Fairhome cousins came to
help my grandpa rake his lawn. My Anna Basel and Betty Basel and my mom were making lunch for the workers. They made pumpkin pie and Mogncandy and other delicious
candy and drink. They were very busy. At first
I helped them cook, but I ate more icing than
helping. My mom said, “We have enough
help here. You can go out and help Amaris.”
Amaris and I were picking up leaves while
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my cousins Marianna, Ashleigh and Annette
were raking the leaves. My dad and Damion
were putting junk on the Gator and taking it to
the Kerrichhaufn. My grandpa was so tired, it
looked like he would faint. He was breathing
very hard, so he sat down and rested. Then
Princess, my kitten came out and played with
him. Soon my mom called, “Lunch time!” We
all came in and had a good lunch!
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Daria Hofer - Grade 4
Planting Flowers
D
o you ever
help your
Ankela? Last
spring my Ankela asked me
to help her plant
her flowers.
First, she
brought the
flowers from the
backyard. Then
I dug holes for
the flowers.
Next, my Ankela put the
flowers in the
holes, then I
poured water
into each hole.
Finally we
planted the
flowers.
She said,
“Thank you!”
I replied,
“Your welcome.”
She gave me
a bottle of root
beer and candy
and also a small
bag of barbeque
chips. I said,
“Thank you
very much Ankela, and Good
Night. See you tomorrow.” During the summer the flowers grew very beautiful.
Jeanita Maendel - Grade 4
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Helping with the Potatoes
D
o you ever help with the potato harvest?
for one load. Jeremy drove one of the trucks.
After supper I asked my friend Kris,
When we came back from the potato field, I
“Do you want to go down to the potato shed
put out a few more lumps until Kris came
to help put out dirt lumps?” He said, “Yes!”
back from his ride with a potato truck. Then
After babysitting, we went down to help put
we walked home from the potato shed.
out lumps and clean the machines. When they
stopped to clean them, I got bored with that
job, so I asked Jeremy if I could come along
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Adrian Maendel - Grade 7
Mowing for my Ankela
“K
ris, do you want to mow the lawn?”
klela’s and told her I was done. She said,
my Ankela asked when I was coming
“Here Kris. Here are some goodies for mow-
home from school. I said,” “Yes!”
She said, “When you are finished mowing,
come into my house.” After I finished my
ing my lawn.
I said, “Thank you!” and went home happily.
snack I went into my Ankela’s.
Kristopher Hofer - Grade 7
She said, “The lawnmower is by the sidewalk. I mowed my Ankela’s whole yard.
When I was finished, I went into my An-
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Mowing my Ankela’s Lawn
“H
ost du schun glunched?” asked my
Ankela.
I replied, “Yes.”
I went to her Hennaheisl to get the
lawnmower and started it. I mowed the first
round, and had to walk slowly because the
grass was about three inches high. That also
meant I had to rake the lawn this time too.
When I finished the ditch, I went to the Hennaheisl to get the rake and a large pail to put
the grass into.
My Ankela asked, “Do you want anything
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to drink?”
I replied, “No” and started to rake.
When I was finished, I cleaned the lawnmower and put everything back into the Hennaheisl and went into my Ankela house where I
was rewarded with a cold, tasty Root Beer!
“Thank you mowing my lawn,” she said.
I replied, “Your welcome!”
I walked home and sat on the rocking
chair to relax while drinking my Root Beer.
Alex Waldner - Grade 8
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Hennastohl Helpers
J
osh Vetter, do you have a job for me?’’ I
ask as I enter the grading room of Bloomfield’s Hennastohl. I went to the Hennastohl
with my cousins Josiah, Darcy and big Gabriel
who were my coworkers. I stood near a grading station where the extra-large eggs come
out. My job was to pick those eggs and load
them on a filler while the other boys lifted
off egg fillers that are automatically filled
with small, medium and large eggs.
When I went home to Elm River, my Josh
Vetter gave me a five dollar bill. (I think a
five dollar bill is better than candy because I
can buy anything I want with it.) Josh Vetter
teased me and said I can even buy an angus
burger from McDonald’s with it.
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Joshua Hofer - Grade 8
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A Big Lesson
can’t I come with you, it’s unfair?” I
“W hygroaned.
My mom, dad, Steph, Sue and Josh were going to
garage sales at Oakville and Portage la Prairie and I
had to stay home and watch my little brother Gabriel.
This was my only chance, because every spring my
mom goes to garage sales with the other women, but
there’s never room for me. I begged even more, but it
was always a, “No!”
“Then, can I work on my school project?” I asked.
At school we were working on a 3D scene about
the potato harvest and my duty was to make a golf
cart. I had actually made it already, but there were a
few mistakes on it, so I had to redo it. A few minutes
before my mom was ready to go, she had helped me
out with it.
“No! You’re not. I’m scared you’re going to burn
yourself.”
“Why can’t I? I mean, I’m old enough”
Finally my mom had to go, and then I asked
again. She stated “Tua wos du willst. Du lust duch nit
af mir.”
“Don’t forget to wash the floors in the kitchen,” then
she was out the door. “Oh no, I completely forgot that
she told me to wash the floors.” I complained to myself. I turned the radio on and started with the kitchen
floors. Soon I was finished, so I thought, I'm going to
call my mom up and ask her again. I wanted her to
give me a definite answer, and so it happened, when
my dad gave her the cell, I asked again, “Wait until I
come home, then I’ll help you.” It still didn’t go
through my thick head. She finally said “Lieba just be
careful and watch that you don’t burn yourself.”
So that I did. I waited until the glue gun was hot, I
thought I had waited long enough already, so I tried
to touch it. It was hot! I burned myself a little, but not
so bad that I wanted to howl. I squeezed the trigger,
but no glue came out, so I tried even harder, but it still
wouldn’t cooperate.
I phoned my mom up again, I told her about the
glue not working, and asked her if I could go to our
next door neighbour Marge and ask her if she has
any. My mom said, “I don’t care, Lieba,” and once
again she said,” Just be careful.”
I went into Marge’s house, and asked her about
it. Thankfully she had one.
I went back up to our kitchen, prepared everything by plugging the glue gun in and waiting until it
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got hot, (It kind of reminded me of a tornado. A glue
guns heat gets hotter and hotter just like a tornado
gets stronger and stronger.) I figured it was hot
enough, so I held my partly made golf cart and tried
to glue one of its parts on and pulled the trigger when
all of a sudden hot glue came pouring down on my
finger just like a bullet.
“Ah! Ah! Ah.” I screamed, I hopped around and
tried to suck my finger to bite the glue off my finger
(Some of the glue went off) I didn’t know what else
to do and it hurt like crazy.
I went into the washroom and took a face cloth
ran cold water on it to make it ice cold and put it on
my finger, and went out rocking on the lazy boy.
For the third time, I phoned my mom up crying.
She tried to comfort me and it kind of helped.
I went into the washroom and tried to look for a
bandaid and Ozonol, but I just found a bandaid, so I
put it on. It didn’t make a difference I was completely
desperate. I didn’t know what else to do. I sat down
on the lazy boy, and then walked outside the balcony
still crying. The nerve in my finger was pounding as
if there were a heart in there.
I was still crying when the phone rang. I answered
it, it was Marge. She asked “Laura why are crying in
there?” I told her all about it. She said, “Come in and
I’ll put on Ozonol and a new bandage on it.” I went to
Marge’s house and I called, “Marge I'm here.” She
came down to the Gangle with Ozanol and a bandaid
and put it on. I went back into our house, made myself comfortable on the chair until the dinner bell
rung. My finger felt 20% better, and it still hurt.
After an hour or so, my mom came home and
bought me a treat (bubble gum from the Oakville
store) that lightened my mood a bit. She also told me
it was a third degree burn. The blister also didn’t go
away for a long time, but eventually it did.
The lesson I learned from the burning is that I
shouldn’t always act like a spoiled brat nor try to have
my own way. I think I burned myself because I didn’t
listen to what my mom had to say. My mom did her
part, If only I listened to her. Just remember moms
are usually right, even if you don’t always want to
admit it.
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Laura Hofer - Grade 8
Oh No! Not E&R!!
wrong?” my brother Roman yelled to my
“W hat’s
mom.
“The Carpenter shop is burning!” she replied, her voice
wavering
“What?!” I yelled, “What do you mean?”
I quickly stumbled out of my bed and tried to walk out
of my room to see what the fuss was about just as Roman
ran into our room to get dressed.
“Bring the spotlight from my office!” my dad called
from outside the door. I quickly grabbed the million candle
power spotlight and ran as fast as I possibly could to the
shop where flames were spewing out of the showroom and
middle section of the shop.
As soon as I got there, I noticed the fire truck was already there. Harold, Jeremy, my dad, Roman and a few
others were already fighting the fire near the showroom.
The flames leaped out of every possible space. The sound
of burning wood, cracking timber and sparks filled up the
night sky like fireworks. It was incredibly loud! The sound
of gathering people and the roar of firetruck engines all
combined to make one big racket, but still everything
seemed so silent, because I felt like a helpless person in
the middle of a forest fire. Never in my life had I seen such
an enormous fire, or experienced something like this.
Jeremy was the first person to see the fire. The boys
were injecting manure across the river at the lagoon. Jeremy was giving someone a ride home and as he passed the
carpenter shop he noticed absolutely nothing. But when he
arrived at the lagoon ten minutes later, the middle section
was on fire and smoke pumped out of the showroom like
there was a gigantic chimney there.
At the same time, Jeremy’s mom got up in the night and
saw a fire in the distance. Thinking it’s the junk pile, she
asked Jerry. Right away, he told her it was E&R. Angela
phoned my mom and asked if it really was the shop. That
is when my mom saw it and announced it on the PA system.
Some minutes later, Sunnyside’s firetruck pulled in and
immediately aimed its hose at the east side of the shop.
Seconds later, the smoke that had been shooting out the
door of the showroom was now fire. Every inch of the
door was covered with raging flames that looked like the
pillar of fire in the Bible. There was no need for flashlights. The fire provided enough light for everyone to see
what they were doing.
A couple of feet from the paint booth, smoke started to
pour out of the eaves. We were terrified because we knew
that if fire got into the paint booth, the whole building
could explode. Meanwhile, the fire from the middle section of the shop separated to the east and west sides, incinerating everything it got its flames on. From handheld
tools to big machines that cost a couple of grands to fork-
lifts to raw lumber: everything was in flames.
A few more fire trucks, including the Portage Fire Department (PFD), rolled in, along with an ambulance and a
patrol car. Grand, Good Hope, and Wingham were among
the neighboring colonies who offered their trucks in our
aid. While the two PFD trucks where spraying on the fire,
our tanker steadily filled and refilled all the trucks. Our
truck and Good Hope’s sprayed the fire on the west side to
keep the growing fire under control.
“Look! Smoke is coming out of the rafters above the
paint boot!” I said to Alex who stayed with me the whole
time.
“I know. I hope they can put it out in time,” Alex’s voice
was shaky. We were both scared.
“Yah! I hope so! I mean, E&R is like an icon for our
colony. Where will we work in the winter time?” I nervously asked Alex.
When our Buebm realized the smoke from the paint
booth meant trouble, they used the colony forklift to stab a
hole into the north wall as a firefighter from the PFD tried
to put it out. But there was little hope left; everything was
engulfed in flames; from the paint booth at the very east
side to the west entrance. We still sprayed water to keep it
under control. Then finally when we knew it wouldn’t
spread anymore, everyone stopped. We let the fire finish
what it had started, to lessen the cleanup required.
Sonia brought coffee to the firefighters with a golf cart.
Colony members stood in groups watching everything
burn flat, staring in awe at what was left of our shop.
At the very end, only the dust collector stood, looking
down at its charred companions. Alex and I circled around
the building several times. I caught a glimpse of the toasted CNC Router, a 200 grand machine, sitting there covered with burnt plastic and melted metal. Machine after
machine sat there covered in flames or reduced to ashes.
We especially regret the showroom loss, because we
couldn’t get the computers out with all the files of the
business. We had received lots of orders on a show a few
days before. We will certainly miss what E&R brought to
our colony, because the shop was the best work place in
winter. When you went past there, you couldn’t help but
go inside and see what was going on. We did all our projects in there. In the wintertime all of the boys my age
played in the woodstock section. That will not be happening this winter. We are going to be busy building a new E
& R Furnishings & Millwork business.
From this experience I learned a lot of things. I learned
how it feels when you lose something you really like. I
learned how valuable it is to have many people coming
together because it could have been a lot worse. I also
learned to value something that made you feel like home
and never to take anything for granted.
Damion Hofer - Grade 9
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Forever Strong
“M
OM!” I shouted.
“Jo ich bin do!” she answered from the bathroom
where she was busy Gwont ausklaubm.
“Wos tuestn?” she asked as she noticed me wandering
around the house.
“I’m looking for Dad! Do you know where he is?” I
asked.
I saw my mom’s face turn from relaxed and calm to
disappointed and sad. “Dad’s in the hospital!”
My mind went completely blank. My heart stopped
beating. My feet seemed frozen to the ground like they
were planted there. A ton of questions filled my head like
a billion bees rushing into their hive! I wanted to ask my
mom about everything, but nothing came out. My lips
couldn’t move!
My mom seemed to read my mind. “Your father got
very sick overnight. He had pain for quite a while, but we
thought it would go away. Last night it got worse, and we
had to rush him to the hospital! We don’t know what’s
wrong with him yet and neither do the doctors, but they’re
going to find out soon.”
The thought of my dad being sick and in the hospital
seemed like only a bad dream. I tried to shake it off but it
didn’t help, as it kept coming back!
“I’m going to visit him today and you and Kristopher
will come with Michael later on!”
That week was my mom’s Kuchwuch. I felt obligated
to help her partner, even though the other ladies cooked
Togweis for my mom. Those few hours of helping seemed
to take FOREVER! Finally, the kitchen phone rang. It was
my brother Michael; he was waiting for my little brother
and me at home.
It was a long, quiet drive to Portage. Usually my
brother teases us about anything that comes to his mind,
but today there was nothing but silence, only the noise of
the engine and the vehicles passing by.
When we turned toward the hospital, my heart started
racing like a group of galloping horses. When Michael
parked, the first peep came out of him. “Shaniah, watch
Kristopher and stay together!”
Just as the door of the hospital opened, the stench of
medication, latex gloves and chlorine hit me like a slap in
the face. I felt dizzy, very uneasy and uncomfortable.
“Where’s Dad?” I asked
“In room 204!” Michael replied.
We were halfway there when a smile broke my face
for the first time today. It was my sister Elissa. She left the
colony a year and a half ago, and I haven’t seen much of
her lately and was very glad to see her now. Everything
seems better with her around. I guess because it brings
back memories of her being in the colony. We greeted
each other with a huge bear hug. But my smile disappeared
as I saw Room 204. I seemed to drop into a world of sad-
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ness and disappointment. Upon entering my dad’s room, I
saw him lying there. My mom sat beside him holding his
hand. Tears stung my eyes, but I held them back with all
my strength. I tried to be strong just for him.
“Hi Dad!” said my little brother Kristopher, with a
strained voice. I could tell how he felt.
“Hi!” my dad said, cracking a weak smile.
“Hello Dad!” I went over to hug him and as I did, I
seemed to walk into a dream. “I want to wake up!” I kept
saying over and over again in my head, but the part where I
was supposed to open my eyes never came.
The nurse came in every so often to check on my dad.
An hour or so passed by before we said our good nights
and “I love you”. When we left, I realized how much those
three little words meant. Up until now I’ve been taking
them for granted.
That night I tossed and turned in bed. As a result, I only got a few hours of shut-eye. I sat up in my bed and started to read a book, mumbling the words out loud as I read,
but my attention wasn’t there. All night I thought about my
parents. Questions tumbled around in my head, bouncing
off one another. How’s dad? Where is mom sleeping?
What if something will happen? I couldn’t erase those
thoughts! I even tried listening to music which usually
helps me calm down, but still nothing.
July 7: The sun peeped shyly through my window as a new
day began, but the same story haunted me that day. My
sister. Elissa was along with us as we drove to the hospital.
We chatted and joked around.
“Rochelle is coming tomorrow; she will be flying in
tonight.” Elissa informed us, much to my excitement.
Rochelle is my oldest sister. She has been away form
the colony for a really long time. I haven’t seen her for a
whole year and I miss her dreadfully. Elissa didn’t seem as
excited as I thought she would be. That’s when I realized
that my dad’s sickness hit her the same way it hit me. I
hadn’t seen her this sad before.
As we turned into the parking lot, I was reminded of a
song “Life’s not an easy road, there are trials and troubles,
and many are the dangers we meet.”
I was used to the smell of the hospital this time, so it
didn’t bother me that much now. I greeted my mom with a
hug and a warm smile. When I came to my dad, he struggled to sit up properly. I gave him a warm hug, careful not
to hurt him. He asked my big brother how things were going with the shop, how my little brother was doing, and if
he’s doing all his chores. We chatted for hours until visiting time was over. We left so my dad could get some
sleep!
July 8 :“Cling, Cling!” went the dishes as I was washing
them.
“Bang!” I jumped at the sound of our door slamming.
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“Ach dos is la der Kristopher!” I muttered to myself.
“Hey!” said an unfamiliar voice. I spun around and
screeched with laughter and excitement upon seeing my
sister Rochelle. We greeted each other with laugher and
warm hugs. Elissa was with her as well.
“Huh! Girls!” fussed Kristopher. My sister reached
over and hit him playfully but he dodged. With joy and
laughter we caught up on each other’s lives. Michael came
later on. It reminded me of old times when we were all
together as a family. I asked them how dad was doing.
“They’re taking him into the operating room today.”
said Rochelle.
“Why? Is it already that bad?” I asked.
“Well, they found out it’s his appendix!”
My heart dropped like an anchor in the sea, my stomach flipped and my head felt heavy. I couldn’t believe it
has to come this far. If I had the power to stop it all, I
would do anything. But on second thought, if it meant that
my dad will be well, then I will let it happen.
The drive to the hospital was faster than I thought it
would be because we joked around and had fun. My mom
played along as well, but underneath it all, we could see
she missed dad and was worried too. When we arrived,
they had him in the operating room and we had to wait. I
plopped myself into a chair and let my thoughts drift far
away. I was scared. Questions filled my head. What if
something goes wrong? What if the doctors make a mistake? I couldn’t gather myself. The room started to close
in on me. I started breathing heavily, closing my eyes for a
really long time. Then everything started to clear, because
I knew that even if my dad would not make it, there will
be someone who will take care of him and give him a better home, but we will always remember and love him.
Deep down though, I knew God wasn’t finished with him
yet. A tear rolled down my cheeks. I wiped it away, hoping no one saw it.
Hours passed by, long and uncomfortably. Our relatives and friends dropped by, greeted my mom, and chatted for a while. Finally, the nurse came in and told us my
dad was OK. That’s when I could breathe and relax. Only
two people at a time were allowed. I was third with my
little brother. Seeing my dad, I thanked God over and over
for not taking him yet. I was reminded of how much I love
him. I was so happy to finally hug him for real. His strong
arms wrapped around me like a protective shield. I never
wanted to let go.
As the week drew to an end, I knew it meant that it
was time for Rochelle to leave, even though here is where
she should be.
After a few weeks of healing, my dad was up and running again, strong and healthy. I knew he would be strong
to overcome all of this. This experience reminded me of
how fragile life is and the importance of family. Although
I hope to never be in this situation again, I learned a lot
and am a stronger person because of it.
Shaniah Hofer - Grade 9
Blessed Bundle
Linda Maendel
Unser easchts heazigs Enikl
Joined our family!
On May 27th, 2010
The day we were blessed
Like never before!
Placed in the care of
James and Karen.
Elated first-time parents,
You’re every sweet thing that comes to mind,
All wrapped in one blessed bundle!
Peaches and cream skin
Melted chocolate coloured hair.
Beautiful blueberry eyes
Ripe strawberry mouth
And a little gumdrop nose.
Schotzela, you don’t know
How much love and joy you bring,
To the people around you.
We look forward to
Holding you,
Playing with you,
Singing to you,
Reading to you,
Seeing you smile,
Loving you!
Welcome to our family,
Jakobi Benjamin Maendel!
J
ames and Karen Maendel proudly welcomed their first
-born son. He is the first Enikl and the pride and joy of
Ankela Asnath Maendel of Elm River. He is also the ninth
Enikl of Ben and Mary Waldner of Springfield Colony. Six
brand new aunties are delighted to have a nephew to call
their own: Elma Basel, Linda Basel, Joanne Basel, Lorena
Basel, Sonia Basel and Shirley Basel.
Jakobi weighed 7.5 lbs and was 21 inches long when he
was born. He will be in the graduating class of 2028.
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Memories that last forever
I remember climbing the old shack beside our house
that was completely covered in grape vines with a
high fence around it to hold the vines up.
I remember my mom and dad teaching me to ride my
first bike; it was an old pink bike with a really long
seat. I hated it because it was a girl bike and it was
too big for me.
I remember the big inflated rubber pool we had. From
the age of three to eleven I used to swim and relax in
it every summer
I remember the huge grey slide beside our school. It
had stairs that seemed to never end and then finally
getting to the top and enjoying the long and fast ride
down that was so delightful!
I remember Leroy, Michael, Craig and myself breaking into the Kommer and getting caught a couple of
months later. For a consequence we had to apologize
to all the colony members. It was one of the most humiliating moments of my life. The only consolation
was not having to do it alone.
I remember trying to get a cat down from a tree when
I was nine, but I fell down and broke my arm. I didn’t
have pain at first because my body was in shock but
the excruciating pain came when I finally calmed
down.
I remember oftentimes on a hot summer day biking
two miles with the guys to our sand dugout to swim
and climb the huge sand hills.
I remember renovating our old house and our family
having to live in a trailer for a year until it was finished. It was so crowded, I had to sleep on a small
bed in the living room.
I remember when I was ten, building a log house with
all the guys. It was beside the creek, behind the chicken barn in the middle of a bunch of trees. We built it
with old railroad ties that we found. We had so much
help, it was finished in two days.
I remember when I was eleven, Damion and I finding
two baby kittens at our bale shed, where we took care
of them until they were big enough to take care of
themselves.
Caleb Hofer - Grade 10
From Chicks to Woodchips
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hroughout my life I have had several jobs, and in
general I have enjoyed all of them. I graduated
from collecting garbage to working with big machines. I learned important lessons from every job I
had.
The first job I can remember was helping Jake
Vetter raise 500 laying hens and 7000 broilers that
came every 6-8 weeks. In summer we also kept our
eyes on the ducks and geese. My best buddy Leroy
and I were 10 years old and our responsibilities consisted of bedding fresh straw every second day, collecting dead broilers twice a day, sweeping the walk
way in the hen section, helping collect eggs, mowing
grass around the barn and keeping it spotless. With
responsibilities like that, we had to be at the barn at 8
in the morning sharp throughout the summer. When
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school started, we had to get home from school, have
a quick snack and make sure we were ready to work
at 4:00 in the afternoon. We usually quit around 5:30.
I believe every ten year old should have that kind of
responsibility. It might seem a bit harsh on two young
energetic boys like us who wanted to play all day, but
that job taught me all about having a responsibility
and how to work. There were times we’d much rather
have been playing, but that job helped me become the
worker I am today. Being at work on time and working late, sometimes even going back after supper and
working till 9:00 gave me a rewarding feeling, because we thought it couldn’t be done without us. Today, I would find being at work on time hard to do if I
didn’t have this first job, working with a man who
taught us all about how to work and be responsible.
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Jake Vetter appreciated us very much. He often
to make sure my alarm was set at 5:45 so I could get a
bought us treats like toys, candy and often a soda pop. good head start so the cooks could get to the kitchen.
Every year we got a Christmas present for all our hard If I was late, I was sure to hear it from the cooks or
work. When he passed away, Leroy and I wondered
my dad. It felt kind of grown-up to get up that early.
what would happen to us, if we would still work in
It was important to me because everyone depended on
the same barn and who our new boss would be. I can
me to clear the sidewalks to get to breakfast, lunch,
say that Jake Vetter taught us very well. He always
supper, Lehr und Gebet. Driving a tractor like that
reminded us that we are the future in Elm River and
meant to check it very day. I checked the tires to see
should learn at an early age to work and take on a reif the amount of air pressure was right, always topped
sponsibility.
up the fuel tank and made sure its bearings were well
My second job was helping my dad clean the big- greased. I think I did a very decent job at it. I never
gest disaster areas in Elm River. This was a weird
cut across corners or took short cuts when mowing
change for me. I went from working in a barn to colgrass. I did the best I could.
lecting trash. So basically I went from something to
My last job (and so far my favorite) was working
nothing. We had an area behind a
in our carpenter shop! I worked there
chicken barn that was full of old, rusty “I had to mow the
for one year until it caught fire and
equipment that had to be moved out.
burned flat. My jobs included assementire colony and our bling drawers, sanding all kinds of
We wanted to make that run-down
place into a nice hangout for the boys. reservoir a mile from door fronts, finished ends and other
While my dad and a few other guys
our place. I felt like a material. I also enjoyed helping out
moved out all the antique junk, some
Don with the cabinet assembly.
Lontbua!”
others helped me move small junkishLeroy, Michael and I also did a lot of
looking barrels and take the weed-eater
other work, such as wrapping cabiat the the place. In no time at all, we had it spotless.
nets and loading them for installation, helping Victor
The boys built a small log cabin with a fire pit. My
in the paint booth or Jimmy with assembling door
parents even got to plant trees, one long row of grape
fronts. One thing I especially enjoyed was delivering
vines and a patch of strawberries there. I still missed
kitchens and even installing them with Irvin or our
my old job working in the barn. I went from having a hired installer Dan Klassen. The reason I liked worksteady job with a responsibility to just helping my dad ing in the shop so much was because I learned new,
clean up old places and weeding the entire colony
important information every day. It didn’t matter if I
with my buddy Caleb. I had no problem helping my
was assembling drawers or helping install, everything
dad. I missed my old job because I felt important hav- was worth learning. In school, we learn a lot of new
ing a big set responsibility. But I learned that small
things but we’ll never use all of it. All I learn in the
jobs are also important in life, even if it meant cleanshop will help me in the near future. But since the
ing up.
shop burnt down, I’m stuck with no responsibility and
A dream finally came true! When I was 13, I was I have to look for work. Seeing our new shop is well
next in line to drive our F-1145 John Deere lawn
on its way, I can’t wait to get back with a brand new
mower. I had to mow the entire colony and our reser- start. In the mean time, I help out wherever I can, esvoir a mile from our place. I felt like a Lontbua! I had pecially with building the shop. It’s a new experience
my own tractor to drive and I had to mow the grass
for me and I enjoy it.
almost every day. I had to clean out all the shredded
I have learned to appreciate all the work habits I
grass under the mower, give it a good wash, blow out learned at a very early age. Without the responsibiliits filter and radiator, refill it with fuel and also grease ties of working in the chicken barn and clearing the
it once in a while. I had to make sure the colony’s
snow from the sidewalks, I would never know the imgrass was always neatly cut and the mower in good
portance of being at work on time. Without the expecondition. I did all that until I was 15 years old, then
riences of cleaning the Hof, I wouldn’t care whether it
it was time to move on.
looked like a Schweinstohl all the time. All of the
What I had to do next was to take over what my
qualities I learned will be beneficial to me when I
older brother, Jared, always did - clear the sidewalks
have a steady job at E&R when it is up and running
with the snowblower whenever there was a blizzard
again, or any other work place.
or even just snowed a few inches. When there was a
Roman Hofer - Grade 11
really bad storm that started the previous night, I had
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Dream to Dominant Defense
HOOT!!” I hear Andrew screaming as he passes
“S
the puck right onto my stick. I can’t one-time it,
because I have no chance of hitting the net from sixty feet
away. I keep the puck to myself and keep my head up to
see if a white player is open, because I am more of the
passing type, but they are all covered. My only choice is to
shoot the puck as I dance along the blue line. “Shoot the
puck!!” I hear Roman screaming now. Ok, I have no
choice, but to shoot it, but Garett, a black team forward, is
in my shooting lane as I wind up and fake a shot. Garett
goes down to block it and I move to the right. Now I have
a clear shooting lane and wind up and fire, and watch as
the puck flies perfectly through the air like a UFO, two
feet off the ice. Andrew has set up the perfect screen and
Michael has no chance as the puck sails under his glove,
into the net. I lift my hands in triumph. “Nice shot man!” I
hear my teammates congratulate me as my thoughts turn
back to how I got to take over the defensive position on
the white team.
It started when I was as tall as the boards, watching
the Buebm play. I didn’t just go to watch my heroes play
hockey every evening. It was the job for six and seven
year old boys to run for pucks when they were shot over
the boards. I always wanted to find the pucks that a white
player shot, because it felt special for me to find it. My
friends and I were always fighting, because we all wanted
to find that puck, and I wasn’t always the lucky one.
As I was getting older, I was playing hockey harder
than ever. The kids played after school, before the Buebm
played their nightly game and every Saturday after dinner
until church time. We even played when the Buebm didn’t
play, because of a blizzard or it was too cold. We took
every minute of spare time we had to play hockey, because
we all shared a common dream: playing with the Buebm.
At nine and ten years old, searching for pucks became boring and I finally got promoted to moving the
scoreboard, which was the next step up. One of my other
friends was moving the scoreboard for the black team and
I was obviously moving it for the white. It was nice rubbing it in when the white team won every game. I wanted
so much to play for the whites, I would have paid to be on
their team.
The next step in my hockey career was to help Andrew flood the rink after school every day. It was an okay
job, because I was trying to do anything to help the whites
win. However, I figured I wasn’t good enough to lace my
skates just yet.
As another year of hockey came around, I could
smell my dream as I got the job of being referee. At eleven
years old, I felt so close to it, as I skated around the ice
while the game was being played. I almost picked up a
hockey stick and started playing. But I had to focus on my
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job, dropping the puck and making sure no garbage or broken sticks littered the ice. I could almost grab my dream.
With it though, came disappointment as I watched in dismay as all of my older friends, Andrew, Craig and Michael
made their way to the ERHL, (Elm River Hockey League).
I somewhat understood, because they were older than me,
but I definitely figured next year was going to be MY year.
As I waited in anticipation, it was crushed with disappointment as I spent my 12th year sitting in the sidelines
being the referee and warming the bench. I had never been
so upset in my entire life. However, my love for the game
always pulled me back to the rink. But I hated being the
referee when I knew I could be something more worthwhile. My heart wasn’t there, I was skating around halfheartedly not really caring about anything.
I didn’t have much hope the next year, because I
didn’t want my dream to be crushed again. I had my hockey suit ready, I just needed to be drafted. But I guess, good
things come to those who wait and I finally got a break.
My brother Roger and his buddy, Tyson, left the colony
and they needed players and I was next in line. Fortunately, Irvin the captain of the White team, drafted me. I was
overjoyed, even though my brother’s absence got me into
the ERHL. Irvin told me to be suited, booted and strapped
for the next game. I was wired up more than ever.
BUT I didn’t have a white jersey and nobody had a
spare white one that I could borrow. Unbelievable! I sat
out the next three games until I got myself a jersey. Finally
it happened: my first game with the Buebm. It was everything that I expected as I scored five goals and thought I
had grounded a forward position on the white team for
sure and wouldn’t have to be sent back to the minors. But
three games later, I found myself back in the defensive end
as I was unable to produce anymore.
The next year was horrible, as playing with the
Buebm was entirely different than what I expected. There
were higher standards to meet, bigger expectations and
way rougher hockey. And as a husky boy, the only advantage I had was my size, which wasn’t enough. The veterans on my team were always screaming at me, insulting
me every chance they got. It was so hard, I was even
thinking of giving up hockey. The next year was no different and I was so close to hanging up my mistakes. I couldn’t handle the pressure.
But something happened when I turned sixteen. I got
myself into better shape. I got rid of my huskiness which
was a big help and started listening to the veterans and
learning from what they were doing. I no longer only had
my size as an advantage. I was faster, looked better, felt
better, skated better, and played better. My goaltender Victor and my defensive partner Jared shaped me into the defensemen that my team expected me to be. All their nag-
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ging taught me how to back pedal while the forwards were
coming against me and how to stay calm during pressure
and getting a puck through to the net from sixty feet away.
It worked so well on the ice, that I tried it in other areas in
my life. In school at that time, I was known as a thorn in
the teacher’s side, but I started listening to them as I did in
hockey and now I’m a positive role model in school, and
hearing positive feedback from the elders of the colony is
encouraging too.
Now at seventeen, I patiently wait for the next season to come around. I am in better shape and feel confident. My defensive partner, Roman and I are more ready
than ever, as we try to please the veterans. I know I would
never treat a rookie on our team as I was treated. I find it
would be best to talk kindly with them, because I almost
gave up playing entirely. I enjoy watching them watching
us play and thinking one day I will have to take them under my wing and teach them. Imagine! Two short years
ago, the white team was almost ready to cut me from their
team, and now at seventeen I’m the oldest defenseman,
and the leader of the defensive core. There is no better
feeling in the world. I made it to the ERHL and what is
even more surprising is that I don’t even mind playing
defense for the Black team this year.
Leroy Waldner - Grade 11
My Hutterite Culture
T
he people who have influenced me the most in my
development as a Hutterite are those people I look up
to and respect the most. My Elm River Olvetter because he
is the Prediger and has taught me a lot of good deeds, my
grandma because I love her very much and have spent a lot
of time with her and, of course, my parents; who have always been a wonderful example.
The most important and respected person in my
life is my Elm River Olvetter, Prediger Rueben Vetter.
Every time I go to my Ankela`s he gives me Gueta Vermohnung, about how I should grow into a God-fearing
young woman. He once said, “People, especially young
people, should look at you and see a light, and you should
be someone they should take an example of.” I cherish and
take every word to heart. My Olvetter shows love by being concerned over his Eniklen, who their company is,
whether good or bad and how to differentiate between the
two. When my best friends left the colony, he told me how
important it is to live a Christian life, and be a Gmabauerer. I hope everyone’s Olvetter encourages and tells
their Buebm und Dienen Eniklen how important it is to
make the right choices in life. He teaches me how important it is to support people. When he comes to school
every now and then to check up on how we are doing, he
encourages us to stay on top of our work and to be the best
we can be, it raises our spirits and we try harder. Even after I graduate, his friendly greetings of “Are you the eager
scholars?” will still resonate.
When I think of my Elm River Ankela Elizabeth, I
think of Hutterite traditions. She was the one who taught
me the simplest things like a sweater auftrennen so she can
recycle the yarn to make slippers and other Schtricket, as
we worked and sang hymns together. She always seemed
to make Schloedn for me. Even though I made more knots
most of the time, her love and devotion for teaching me
something productive, is the reason I’ve picked up the love
of Plachelen heklen. My Ankela is also the hardestworking person I know. She taught me to reach out to oth-
ers, to help even though your own work is piling up. Raising a family of seven, she never stopped working and no
matter how hard she had it, she helped out her Schwieger
at the same time.
My parents had the most influence on me; both are
my role models when it comes to always being friendly
with people, doing good deeds to others and leading a God
-fearing life. My mom taught me the importance of being
on time for Gman-orbet. She encourages me to always be
the first one there and the last one to leave. “Sei e fleisziga
Dien af die Gmaorbet!” Never say no to anything you are
asked to do and willingly lend out a helping hand.” My
dad shows me the importance of togetherness in a community. Being at all community meals shows who is a Gmanbauer and who supports the colony. Both my parents had
an influence in my successful school years. If it were not
for their daily questions, such as “Annie how’s school?”
“Bist aufgecatcht mit deina assignments? And their encouragements like, “Hurry finish your work so you can
come home and sew.” I probably wouldn’t have thought
finishing school was important without their constant encouragement. My mom always said ``Steph work hard, nit
gib auf! Du musst gor mochn wos du host onphongen, dos
du ka Nomen host as a quitter.”
I am proud of and forturate to have such loving
and caring grandparents and parents in my life. I can always count on them for good advice and direction. I hope
to grow more mentally and spiritually with their guidance
and strive to become more like them. Our communities
would be so much stronger if there were more people like
my Olvetter, whose lifestyle reflects his gentle admonishings, my Ankela, who appreciates the simple things in life
and works hard for everything, and my parents, who know
what Gmanschoft is all about. Theirs is a legacy I wish to
carry on.
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My Cultural Journey
T
hroughout my life a few people have influenced me
and made me the Gmanschofter I am today. They
have taught me the ways of a Hutterite from day one on.
People like my parents, grandparents, brothers and my coworkers have impacted me in different ways.
First of all my parents have been there for me every day. They have helped to encourage me to stay in
school and get a great education. Through their examples I
have learned how to be a good Hutterite. They remind me
to always work hard and willingly help other people. My
parents remind me to, “Helf ola aus und nit los sa sich aufhenge.” I try my best at work and do as much as I am capable of. I always attend community jobs like Hufaufraumen in spring. I think I will always have that in me because it all started when I was young, thanks to my parents
who carried that on.
My Waldheim Olvetter also played a big role in
my growing up. He was the Schuster and nobody could fix
shoes like him. Every time my family visited for the weekend or a Sunday afternoon, I would always go see what
was up with him in the Schusterheißl. No matter what time
of day it was, I can always recall that he was always busy
doing something there. I was neusschierich about what he
was doing and he took the time to patiently explain. From
my Olvetter I learned that having Geduld will get you
through life easily and will help you get along better with
other people. That’s the mark of my Olvetter he took time
for other people.
Being clean, neat and tidy is another quality I have
to thank my Elm River Ankela, Sarah Basel for. When I
was still a jungs Mandl I used to mow my Grandma’s lawn
every Friday. After every mowing she made me clean underneath the lawn mower and wipe it off on top in case I
spilled gas when I filled it. She wouldn’t let me store it in
her Hennahiesel until that was done. In addition the sidewalks had to be swept until they shone. But no matter
what, I always got a token of thanks when I was done, like
a fistful of candy or an ice cold root beer float. To this day,
I use my experiences with my Ankela to keep my room
clean. She also encouraged me to be neat with other things
as well, “Sorg afn Gmansoch grod su wie af da agnes.”
Whenever I drive a tractor, I am sure to keep it clean. I
can thank her for that because she taught me well and
helped me develop a habit.
I am a purebred farmer. I wouldn’t know anything
about farming if it weren’t for people I work with every
day. They teach me how to irrigate spuds and keep our
garden in tip-top shape. They encourage me to take risks
and try new things that I was not capable of doing when I
was young, like driving a brand new tractor with new giz-
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mos and newer integrated technology. I have learned more
from my brothers, Jake, Mark and my dad than I learn in
school, because they teach me practical things I will need
after I graduate.
These are the people that have made me who I am
and have taught me the way of life. I know what a true
Gmanschofter is, through the work ethic of my parents,
patience of my Waldheim Olvetter, tidiness and caring of
my Elm River Ankela and the knowledge of my coworkers. They have shaped me into the Bua I am today.
They have taught me the real qualities of life and to them I
will be forever grateful.
Andrew Waldner - Grade 12
A Pretty Pink Princess
Lloyd and Janet Waldner celebrate the arrival of their
second child on August 23,2010:
Ava Susanne Waldner
Ava is a sister to Ezra and the proud niece of two students in our school - Leroy (Grade 11) and Alex
(Grade 8). She weighed 7.2 lbs and was 21 inches
long.
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Take Steps To Reduce Your Sodium Intake
A message from the Heart and Stroke Foundation
M
any families are not aware that they can
cook quick, nutritious meals at home, and
instead turn to store bought, processed meals,
which are often high in sodium.
Our bodies need a certain amount of sodium (salt is made up of sodium) in order to stay
healthy. However, most people get far more sodium than they need, which is a direct result of
the processed foods that have become so commonplace. In fact, experts say that only about
10 per cent of our sodium intake comes from the
salt we cook with and use during meals, and
nearly 80 per cent comes from processed and
restaurant foods . While taking the salt shaker
off the table is a good start, it is also necessary
to limit the amount of processed foods you eat.
The Heart and Stroke Foundation of Manitoba recommends that Canadians consume
2,300 mg or less of sodium per day, which is approximately one teaspoon of salt or less.
Ready-made lunch packages, processed
meats, and fast food are high in sodium, and
generally have little nutritional value.
“Many ready-made lunches are convenient,
but not very nutritious,” says Christine Houde,
Nutrition Manager at the Heart and Stroke Foundation of Manitoba. “It’s better to buy your own
containers, and make your own lunches.”
Here are some ways you can reduce sodium in your diet:
•
•
Grill slices of boneless, skinless chicken once
a week for sandwiches, pitas or tortillas.
•
Try “batch cooking”, by doubling a recipe and
freezing the leftovers for an easy meal later
on.
•
Make mealtime a family affair. If everyone
pitches in, it will be easy, fun and a good
way to teach kids healthy eating and bond as
a family.
•
Purchase pre-cut vegetables to save time.
•
Use healthier fats, such as canola oil, herbs
for flavouring instead of salt, add more fibre
whenever possible and decrease the amount
of sugar used in recipes.
•
Include a regular thermos meal. Prepare extra food for dinner, and then put it in a thermos for tomorrow’s lunch. Try a low-sodium
stir fry with lots of vegetables, or a lowsodium soup and crackers with unsalted tops.
•
Choose healthy snacks to help keep energy
levels up, such as fruits, vegetables with dip
or a yogurt parfait.
Including too much sodium in your diet can
eventually lead to high blood pressure, which
puts you at a higher risk for heart disease or
stroke.
For more information, visit
www.heartandstroke.mb.ca
Try to choose sandwich meats that are lower
in sodium. Salami, pepperoni and bologna
tend to be high in sodium, so choose lower
sodium alternatives whenever possible.
Some examples are roast turkey, chicken or
lean roast beef.
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Do You Remember When?
SNOW much fun!
W
hen was the last year we had so many snow hills around as we have this year? Probably in 1988.
Lounging on this hill are:
Top Row: Marvin Waldner, Dale Maendel, Irvin Waldner (standing), Steve Maendel, James Maendel, Clarence Hofer, Loretta Waldner, Nerissa Hofer
Middle Row: Victor Waldner, Angela Waldner, Darren Waldner, Elma Maendel, Louise Waldner
Front Row: Don Maendel, Lloyd Waldner, Sheldon Hofer, Brenda Hofer, Jeremy Waldner, Randy Waldner,
Gilbert Waldner
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