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Page 2Did you know?The king of hearts is the only kingwithout a moustache on a standard playing card.Senior ConnectorThe Seniors’ Own Newspaper ~ FREE!www.seniorconnector.com107 - 540 Seymour Street, Kamloops, B.C.Telephone: (250) 374-8883 • Fax: (250) 374-8802Please address all correspondence to:Senior ConnectorP.O. Box 729, Kamloops, B.C. V2C 5M4E-mail: editor@seniorconnector.comPublisherMichael H. KeetchManaging Editor F. Lori KeetchLayoutLinda KomoriSenior Connector is a monthly newspaper dedicated to inform, serveand entertain seniors 50 and over. Deadline for advertising and editorialcopy is the 20th of the month for publication on or about the1st of the month.It is published by locally owned PrintMark Publishing Inc.Letters to the Editor must be signed and have a phone number(your phone number will not be printed unless so requested). Othersubmissions are gratefully received but Senior Connector reserves theright to edit all material and to refuse any material deemed unsuitablefor this publication. Articles will run in the newspaper as timeand space permit.No portion of this publication may be reproduced without writtenpermission from the publisher.The opinions expressed in this publication are not necessarilythose of the publisher, Senior Connector, PrintMark Publishing Inc.,or the staff thereof.Subscriptions are $24 per year in Canada.Any error which appears in an advertisement will be adjusted as toonly the amount of space in which the error occurred. The contentof each advertisement is the responsibility of the advertiser. SeniorConnector recommends prudent consumer discretion.Senior Connector is a member of the Kamloops Chamber of CommerceSenior Connector www.seniorconnector.comBy June WebbMy little clay rooster hidesamongst my strawberriesas they ripen in the sun,a memento of my visit toHungary, last summer.Each time I sat by theopen window at my grandmother’skitchen table in hertiny apartment, I could heara rooster crowing in the distance.Her window offeredme a bird’s eye view as Ipeered out over rooftops andgardens, baking in the hotAugust heat.She lives many floors upin a building with no elevator.In her 80’s, she relieson a walker for mobility toclimb the flights and flightsof stairs to her home.As I turned my attentionback to the tiny room withthe baby blue ceramic tiles, Iremember closing my eyes toblink back bittersweet tears,knowing how fortunate Iwas to be there and thinking,this may be the last timeI will ever see her. I willedtime to stand still while sheserved me lunch and fussedover me, refusing to let mehelp set the table.During my visit, cousinKati and her family took meMy Little Clay RoosterA Granddaughter Reminisceson a tour of a pottery out inthe country. I knew immediatelywhen I spotted thelittle clay rooster I had tohave him.September 2005Now, every time I seehim, I am transported tothat day in the sunshine. Ihear the rooster crow as agentle breeze blows the curtainsand I lean over to hugmy “nagymama” (pronounced“nahdgmama”) who smilesas she ladles her home-madechicken soup into my bowl. glo01_sep