Let's talk turkey, as one would say back in the day when around Christmas time, the Company known as Cominco would give their employees and pensioners a gifted bird for the holidays.

Cominco would deliver by horse and sleigh, one uncleaned, not sharp frozen, but plucked turkey. Back in 1934-35, over 1500 turkeys were delivered by Lawrence Phenuff, Lovell Scott and George Amos. In those early times, there was no Lois Creek, no Lower blarchmont and no Ritchie Townsite.

One employee was seen dragging one of the dead birds home by the feet, with the head dragging in the snow.

In 1975, 1752 birds were brought in. In 1976, there were 1340 employees at Kimberley, with 147 widows and 452 pensioners. At that same time, if you were single, you would get a $12 gift certificate. In those days the birds were from the coast.

The tradition of turkey giving started back in 1923, in 1983 10,000 would be given. I think since that date, the employees, widows an pensioners received a gift voucher instead of the bird.

Underground at the Sullivan Mine we had some turkeys working for the Company. Yes, there were some turkey necks hauling much in that great mine. Yes, I am just kidding.

What has a wishbone and eats zinc? Turkey, that's what. They need it for rapid growth and feather development. This came from the American Smelting and Refining back in 1971.

This year as normal we pensioners all received a $35 voucher for a Christmas turkey. We still receive the bird for the holidays. That's okay!

To note" Never argue with a woman on cooking the bird.

One morning the husband returns to the truck to their cottage after several hours of hunting for a Christmas turkey and decides to take a nap.

Although not familiar with the country, the wife decides to take the truck out for a drive. She motors out and a short distance later, parks, seeing a nice spot. She puts her feet up and begins to read her book. The peace and solitude are magnificent.

Along comes a Fish and Game Warden in his vehicle. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, "Good morning, Ma'am, what are you doing?" "Reading a book," she replies, thinking 'the obvious'.

"You're in a restricted hunting area," he informs her.

"I'm sorry Officer, but I'm not hunting, I'm reading."

"Yes, but I see you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to run you in and write you up."

"If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault," she said.

"But I haven't touched you," says the Game Warden.

"Yes, but you have all the equipment.. For all I know you could start at any moment."

"Have a nice day, Ma'am." And he left.

Moral, never argue with a woman who reads, it's likely she can also think.