Tuesday, 6 March 2018

2018 Trillium Exchange Survey: Ealdormere Pride

Calling all artisans! 

I came across this post from Emelote of Calais on Facebook today.
The theme for this exchange is Ealdormere Pride, in honour of our Team Canada athletes at the Olympic winter games this year. We would like you to create items to show off our pride in Ealdormere. It can be LOUD and PROUD or subtle and delicate. Please make sure you let your artisan know which you prefer. 
Delivery is June 30, 2018 at Trillium War, we will also have our regular check-ins throughout. (April 7, May 5, and June 2) The Survey will be open until March 9th or when we have 30 people, whichever comes first.

If you're interested in participating, the survey can be found here.

Monday, 5 March 2018

The Academy of St. Clare of Assisi: Even More Stitches in Time

Our neighbors to the south are holding an event that may be of interest to crafty Ealdormereans. The event page can be found here . The Æthelmearc Gazette has a great article on the event that can be found here. Do all the things!

Friday, 23 February 2018

Beer and Roaming in Little Burgundy

Part One:

The Rocky Road to Wardruna 


Earlier this month I had the good fortune to see the Norwegian band Wardruna in concert on two occasions. I was even fortunate enough to attend an intimate session with their front man, Einar Selvik. The band uses traditional instruments and natural materials to produce music that has been lost to the ravages of time. They endeavor to make music that is not just a recreation of bronze age or viking music, but something that is much more. I've been inspired by this music to build my own instruments and to learn to play a medieval bowed lyre called a Jouhikko. This is the story of my journey to see the band. 

We had stopped at the Husky Hound Dog, the Pilot needed fuel and so did we. After ordering a gargantuan burger with everything but the kitchen sink the conversation turned to financial matters. My father was sharing some good advice, things were looking up and then I started to replay the events of the past few months in my head. The long wait was over I was on my way to see Wardruna in Montreal. Suddenly, a dreadful realization dawned on me; I had forgotten my ticket.

I'd remembered to pack extra socks and underwear, even my bukkehorn and Wardruna songbook. I'd left my ticket on top of my fridge, where I'd put it so I wouldn't forget it. Now I have two souvenir ticket stubs.

It’s at this point in the story that a clever narrator would say something like ‘And it was all going so well.’ This isn’t that kind of story and it hadn’t been going well. I’d spent the previous four months in anticipation of this concert. I was terrified of being in a confined space with so many people, but my own neuroses were about to take a back seat.

Like any responsible motorist, I wanted to make sure my car would be able to make the trip. That's was when things got complicated. A simple winter tire swap and inspection turned into a dumpster fire. Technical jargon aside, it would take several visits and lots of dough to get the car ship shape. When it came time for the second visit a new hiccup emerged. Something was very wrong with the transmission. With less than two weeks till the show, my car needed a new clutch and that was its death knell.

Tickets bought and paid for. Reservations at the Hotel Bon Solei made and by this time non-refundable, but no car to get me there. Public transport seemed the way to go. It'd be expensive, complicated and terrifying, but the simplest choice. It wasn’t as if I could conjure up a new car before the show, or could I? What started as a hypothetical search bore real fruit in the form of a 2011 Honda Pilot and I would take delivery the day before I needed to depart for Montreal.

With my Dad as co-pilot, of the Pilot, the trip was a sure thing. Even forgetting my ticket couldn’t dampen my spirits. The universe has ways of telling you 'Hey! Loosen up, things could always be worse.' In my case, the universe served me a gargantuan hamburger at a truck stop. It just happened to be delivered by a waitress who's face had been badly mauled by a dog; things can always be worse. 

The priority now was to get to the Hotel and sort out the ticket situation. The freeways of Montreal were not in a helpful mood. Huge chunks of the Turcot interchange were missing and it looked more like a war zone than a road work project. Traffic snarled to a standstill as we got close to the city, but we made it.

Home . A one star hotel above a gentleman's massage parlour and across the street from a 19th century catholic church.

The Hotel Bon Solei was on the top floor of a historic bank building, it was cheap, but clean and comfortable. More importantly, if had free Wi-Fi and I started to make arrangements to get my ticket replaced. I’d have to wait till noon the next day for the help line to open. If all went well I’d pick the ticket up at 2pm when the box office opened. 

It was a waiting game now. We had a gentrified neighbourhood full of pasty shops and cafes to roam around and roam we did. My sister had once lived close by, but much had changed in the years since; I blame the hipsters. One thing that hadn’t changed was the scrumptious food and top notch coffee. My father and I found a little café to eat at a few blocks from the Hotel and spotted a pastry shop to get breakfast at the next morning.

Things were looking up, so naturally I was waiting for the bottom to fall out; it didn’t. Breakfast the next day was beyond reckoning and with bellies full of coffee and puff pastry the roaming continued. Pricey boutiques and dimly lit hipster bars were plenty, but peppered throughout were antique shops and art galleries filled with opulent trinkets and ostentatious bits of home décor.

Eventually noon rolled around. Thankfully, payphones are plentiful in Montreal. Unfortunately, the one I ended up using was partly buried in a 10 foot high snow bank. The news was good, not only would I get a replacement ticket, but they’d waive the reprinting fees too. The waiting game began anew and it was time to rest and regroup at the Hotel Bon Solei.

The twin spires of Saint Cunegonde Church were a great landmark to steer us back to the hotel.

Both my Dad and I were a little tired from trudging up hills in the ankle deep snow. Soon I discovered I had quite the windburn, my entire face was a vivid scarlet and I had more roaming to do before the day was through. After I picked up the tickets I would have more time to kill before Einar Selvik was giving a talk and solo performance at Concordia University's Grey Nun Residence. The plan was to get the tickets and find someplace to get a beer to celebrate. As luck would have it, there was a rather nice pub called the Burgundy Lion right beside the box office.

Luck was being awfully kind by the time we arrived at the Corona Theatre box office. My ticket was there and they were doing sound checks for show inside the theatre. I had goosebumps, the realization set in that I had made it and no one was more surprised than me.The time had come for beer, two pints of Murphy’s Irish Stout and a Habs game on the big screen. I didn’t care much for hockey, but my Dad was chuffed to bits. Then I discovered the extensive selection of scotch on offer at the Burgundy Lion. 

Some bars have a small sidebar on the spirits menu devoted to scotch, this pub has a small novel organized by regions with chapters for independent distillers and some for staff picks as well. We settled on an experimental IPA cask from Glenfiddich and a cask strength BenRiach. They were transcendent and my scarlet wind burned face now had an even healthier glow to it.

With a belly full of cheer I parted from my father and set off to walk up another snowy hill. If I was going to make it to the Concordia show I’d have to be quick, it was a free event and there was bound to be a line up. I headed off towards Rue Guy and the steep street that lead to the Grey Nun residence. I wasn’t there yet, but I had made it all the same.

Sunday, 7 January 2018

2018 is upon us. Now what?


The first week of the new year is quickly drawing to a close. The winter months conspire to limit travel and activity; apart from shoveling snow. What do you want to see from the Gazette in the new year? Let us know.

Thursday, 7 December 2017

Call for applicants, Kingdom Minister of Arts and Sciences.

Greetings to the citizens of Ealdormere,

As per my previous message, I am now officially advertising for my successor as Kingdom Minister of Arts and Sciences. Applications should be sent to ealdormere.kseneschal@gmail.com and should include:

1) Reason(s) why you would like to apply for the position
2) SCA resume including previous positions held and areas of involvement, and any valid mundane experience
3) What you would like to do in the position to further the development and growth of arts and sciences in Ealdormere

The role is expected to be a two year commitment, starting at the end of the Kingdom Arts and Sciences Faire in 2018 and stepping down at the end of the Faire two years later, helping out on the day of at this coming A&S Faire. Due to the short timelines, the deadline for applications is February 15. If you have any questions, please forward them to ealdormere.kseneschal@gmail.com.

Thank you for your support during my time in office.

Yours in Service,
Merewen de Sweynesheie
Outgoing Kingdom Minister of Arts and Sciences

Call for applicants, Deputy Marshal of target archery and thrown weapons.

The Following is a missive from the Society Marshal.

Greetings to you all, and fair time of day.

My deputy for target archery and thrown weapons has begged leave to step down. As she has been in the position since 2006, I can expect no more from her (!)

At this time I am announcing that the office is open to all who would apply for it. I will accept applications for the position until January 15th, with a view to interviewing applicants and having a selection available for my quarterly report to the Board in April. Hopefully this schedule will allow for applications, due consideration of the candidates, and a decent transition of the office.

Any interested gentles should submit a cover letter, modern and SCA resume to myself (marshal@sca.org) and my target archery and thrown weapons deputy Mistress Lynette (archery@sca.org).

My ask of you is that you disseminate this information on my behalf to the archers in your kingdoms, and especially to the thrown weapons community, as they are often neglected as far as information flow is concerned.



Marshall of the Society