Yvette McDermott
Bio
I am a grandma of three; I enjoy hiking, reading, cooking and Halloween. I mainly enjoy historical and horror films or books. I also enjoy exploring old sites and taking pictures.
Stories (35/0)
Cumbia, Hippies and Disco
Some of my best memories are probably in the 70s into the early 80s. I was at the age where it was not unusual to see hippies around. We had some living next door to us at one time in the late 60s or early 70s. My dad being the kind of guy he was - clean cut, go to work every day kind of a guy - at first cast a suspicious eye on them and told us to keep our distance. It did not take long before he came to another conclusion. They had invited him in once as they were having a party. I can't remember why they invited him in, but he decided to go for whatever reason. (Maybe as undercover intel or some other reason we didn't know.) After that visit which wasn't long probably less than an hour, he came back and said, "They're alright. They're good people," so I guess our orders were rescinded, and we could talk to them.
By Yvette McDermott2 years ago in Humans
Out of the Mouths of Babes
I guess we all have these lows in our lives. Sometimes I wonder if I have more than others or less than others. I sometimes ask why life just seems like it has more dips or does it really? I don't know but today I feel like I'm in a dip and have been for years even though I try to crawl out of it. It seems even your own body drags you back down and the further you go the harder it gets to crawl back up.
By Yvette McDermott2 years ago in Families
Lightening Strikes
"There he goes." "SKIPPYYYYY!" He got away again. Our little black and tan dog just leapt over the fence and into the alley and then onto his own adventures. The sun was hot on my skin as I had also tried to leap across the backyard. I already knew it was in vain and heaved in a sigh at the little dog, long gone.
By Yvette McDermott2 years ago in Petlife
The Woman
I'd have to say my dad was my first hero and even though he died when I was 14, I still think about him when I have decisions to make. My dad was a good man in many ways, but one of the occasions I remembered really made an impact on how I wanted to be like him.
By Yvette McDermott2 years ago in Families
Hiking
These past two years I have hardly seen any of my friends. I have become best friends with the mountains, the trees and its many inhabitants whom at times I see or hear if I am in the right place at the right time. I had coffee with an old co worker/friend the last week of 2021. It gave us that feeling of normalcy that we used to have on more regularly scheduled visits. I have to say I enjoyed it a lot, but it still didn't have the same feel. I can't pinpoint if it is that we haven't been able to have coffee in such a long time or if I've changed due to restrictions set upon us and didn't notice.
By Yvette McDermott2 years ago in Motivation
Rhonda
My sister Rhonda passed away at the young age of 27. She left behind her a 7 year old daughter and her husband. She was always quite healthy and competitive in sports when we were young and in school, but her life ran away with her as she was married at 19 and had her child at 20.
By Yvette McDermott2 years ago in Horror
Soul Connections
I always think about interactions with people or why they act the way they do. I myself usually try not to act immediately even when angered. From past experience I know this doesn't bring the best outcomes, but more than likely regrets. Regardless, I still feel the pain of negative interactions with friends and think about them much when they do occur. My intention is never to hurt anyone in any way, so it causes me many thoughtful moments when these happen.
By Yvette McDermott2 years ago in Humans
Dreamworld
I had never been anyplace like this one. As I walked along, I could see seating, but it looked fluid like water; in fact, the whole place seemed to look like water - the floor, the walls, the seating. The only thing missing was people even though I knew that I was walking with my recently deceased brother, Patrick. I could not see him though, but I knew he was walking right at my side. He came to get me to show me where he was as I had been inconsolable since he had died. We had his funeral this very afternoon, and I worried about him. I knew his life had never been a bed of roses, and our mother refused to acknowledge our past.
By Yvette McDermott2 years ago in Families
Only Accountants Can Save The World
Everyone should be encouraged to follow their passions and be supported in them. When you do this, I believe it makes your life much richer and those around you as well. It makes for a happier life because you feel more fulfilled and receive enjoyment from what you are doing. If you're more involved, you always grow and learn from what you're doing regardless of your path.
By Yvette McDermott3 years ago in Humans
Glenbow Ranch Provincial Park
My last hike to Glenbow Ranch Provincial Park was in August 2020. This is a short drive from Calgary if you live around here and right next door to Cochrane. I went on one of the trails that I haven't hiked before and discovered new (or rather old) delights along the way. I always like the feel around Cochrane. I get a feeling of comfort there for some reason.
By Yvette McDermott3 years ago in Wander
Brown-Lowery Provincial Park
Since Covid-19 made its appearance in 2019, many changes continue to be made to our everyday world. We recently heard on the news that Kananaskis Country will now be placing a fee for visiting there, and you can pay either by the day or buy a yearly pass. This is if the Land Amendments Act (Bill 64) passes which it probably will. Right now the fees don't seem to be a large amount; but as we know once the hooks are in, they only grow. I have always used the mountains as my escape from the city and harshness of city life, and last year went hiking weekly from June till November, so this news was not the most welcome I've ever heard.
By Yvette McDermott3 years ago in Wander
Kolchak and Kodak
I got my first camera when I was a kid, and my first role model for a photographer was Kolchak: The Night Stalker. As far as I remember he always had his camera and recorder with him on his investigations as a newspaper reporter. He wasn't really a photographer, but he used his camera to take shots while researching amazing stories that were not always what they seemed. This appealed to me greatly at my young age.
By Yvette McDermott3 years ago in Wander