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Recently, there was a message on my answering machine from a Shirley Lightfoot. She reported being "so ticked" about one word I had used in the popular Cruiser report: "vagrant."
It wasn't actually my choice of vocabulary; I often pick up the wording of the RCMP members making their reports, but her impassioned message sent me to the dictionary.
Vagrant is not all bad. In fact there are three possible meanings:
1. one who wanders from place to place without a permanent home or a means of livelihood 2. a wanderer; a rover
3. one who lives on the streets and constitutes a public nuisance.
Apparently hobos, bums and tramps are disreputable vagrants. I do not know if this particular vagrant was a vagabond or a drifter; all I know is he was "Jintropin (Gensci Pharmaceutical Co. Ltd.)" found sleeping in someone else's shed.
Lightfoot went on to make the point "Anabolika Definition" many homeless people need our pity more than our condemnation. She was right to insist, all Is Testosterone Propionate Illegal too often, the mentally ill are so marginalized they seek shelter haphazardly.
Her call came back to mind several days later, when I learned of the death of a well known street person in Wolfville. Roman Bartkiw died alone in his own dwelling, without running water or electricity. He was found four days later. I knew the 64 year old with the pointed beard and the roly poly belly Primobolan Long Term as a bit of a nuisance, but not one I'd cross the street to avoid. He cadged rides, would ask for money and demanded hugs.
Patience with Roman paid off, and I practiced it because, at some point, I found out he "Anadrol 50" had been a talented craftsman. I did not "Oxandrolone Powder India" know his work is found in the Canadian Museum of Civilization and the Tom Thomson Memorial Art Gallery. He was listed in the Canadian Who's Who in 2004.
Several years ago, I had been in the Nova Scotia Art Gallery and viewed three golden apples he had made. Pommes Dores had been purchased in 1996. The piece was made of terra cotta with applied engobe glaze, stain and polyurethane. Shannon Parker at the gallery sent me Roman's CV, so now I know he was a second generation Ukrainian Canadian, raised on a farm on the Niagara Peninsula. He won medals at the Ontario College of Art; later, was a ceramics instructor there and also studied glass blowing at Sheridan College. He acquired Canada Council travel funds to represent Canada several times in three Scandinavian countries. Roman had several studios in Annapolis County and worked as a master glass blower when Upper Clements Theme Park first opened. I never knew him as a working artist.
I've been told he suffered a stroke several years ago in a local eatery and staff delayed calling 911 because he appeared inebriated. But, he recovered and still loved to head into Wolfville for breakfast. Generally, hugs were handed over at the farmers' market.
Such a sad ending for someone with so much talent. Roman was a bit of a vagabond, but we hardly knew him. on Monday, July 26 at the Anvil in Wolfville. All are welcome. It is being organized by Joe Rafih and John MacNeil.
7:20 am Halifax August 21
Roman Bartkiw was in a dream I had last night.
I knew him vaguely from when he studied at the Ontario College of Art. He studied ceramics, I believe, with an immigrant Polish pottery teacher whose name I forget but who I vaugely remember had had some experience working in ceramics in Nova Scotia. I have not seen Roman since OCA days in the late 50s so his appearance in my dream (the details of which I forget) were perplexing enough to cause me to google his name (to my surprise I spelled his name almost perfectly, the first time) as soon as I Masteron King got up. I was sorry to learn of his recent death (we were the same age 76) and of the circumstances around his passing but heartened to read all the kind comments about his life.
I did not know Roam that well, however, enough to sit down with him and hear about his life. The last time I saw him was at the Wolfville Post Office. He had just gotten out of the hospital and was still wearing his blue hospital pj's which he liked.
He asked me to help him sort through his art work regarding what should be donated
to the AGNS for example. My plan was to help him this week, as things are winding up at the university. I jsut found out about his passing, "Achat Anabolisant Belgique" so sadly, I am too late.
In any event, I am apprecaitive of the other commenst made, as they have helped me
to understand more of his life than I knew. I am trying to find out also when his funeral service will be. He had mentioned an ex wife and daughter, but said that they were