T.L. Morrisey

Showing posts with label Ottawa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ottawa. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 18, 2022

Live stream, an oasis in Namibia and fat bears having lunch

Some of my favourite videos on YouTube are live streams; for instance, here is a desert oasis located in Namibia, in South Africa, and you can see different animals and birds visiting this oasis at any time of the day the animals are peaceful, they come and go and they don't bother each other. It's actually quite interesting.



Another Live Stream are of the fat bears, grabbing a salmon for supper and preparing for months of hibernation. BTW, they are actually referred to as "fat bears", they will soon hibernate and need all the fat they can put on. Here is a sample of the fat bears:



Live stream is a stationary video camera aimed at a specific site and what you are seeing is what is currently happening at that site. Sorry to be simplistic but this may be new to some people. If nothing is happening on screen you can go back about twenty-four hours by moving the red time line at the bottom of the screen to when something is happening.

Something I realized when watching the Namibia live stream is that a bird bath is a small oasis for birds; the birds come to drink some water, wash, preen, and socialize. It's a meeting place for birds. 

My first experience with live stream was in January 2021 when the truckers' convoy arrived in Ottawa where they stayed for about three weeks, ending with Justin Trudeau's invoking of the Emergency Act. I'll discuss the Ottawa live stream event another time.  

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Ottawa, late 1930s


From left: my mother's uncle, Harry Chew; sitting; behind him (far left) is Mrs. May (?) -- (she owned the house in the picture; I think Uncle Harry was a boarder at the house); my mother is in the middle, standing and looking stylish as ever; I believe that's my mother's mother, Bertha Chew Parker standing next to my mother (she died when I was around seven years old and I have no memories of her); in front of Bertha, sitting on the stairs (in suit and tie) is my grandfather John Richards Parker. Harry was the best man at my grandparents' wedding.

Uncle Harry's wife ran off with another man, possibly to Chicago, and left him with their two daughters. I have the girls' names written down somewhere. This was a story I heard quite often but despite that I have still forgotten the girls' names. One of the girls was adopted by my mother's cousin, Gertie Holden Brown (her mother was Alice Chew, the sister of Bertha Chew above) and Gertie's husband Fred Brown who lived in Woodstock, Ontario, but I guess Gertie and Fred were set in their ways, older and conservative and not really parent material, and I guess the girl was young and a bit too energetic or too wild for them and they sent her back...

The Chews, Parkers, Richards (my grandfather's mother), all came from Blackburn, Lancashire, England, and some of them moved to Montreal, or Woodstock, Ontario, and one went to Bercy, Saskatchewan. Back in Blackburn they worked in property management, the trades, or in the mills. It's possible we have relatives there we don't know about, you can see more at Morrissey Family History. Later, I'll post some photographs of them.