A retired History and Politics high school teacher (1978-2008). Former Publisher/Managing Editor of The Beat Magazine (2009-2014). Freelance Writer. Professional Musician (Drummer and Vocalist)
Until recently I thought Identity Theft was something that only happened to people who were careless with their personal information and who fell prey to the myriad of telephone, mail and online scams floating around out there.
No more. It happened to me, and it could happen to you.
It all began when I received a call from someone claiming to be from the Fraud Prevention Department of MBNA Canada. The caller wanted to know if I had recently applied for an Amazon.ca MBNA credit card, to which I replied No.
She then informed me that someone had applied for one earlier this month using my personal financial information — or at least enough of it to apply for credit.
And, here’s the kicker. She told me that in order to cancel the card, I would have to answer some security questions to prove/verify my identity!
This request sent my spidey-sense tingling. Like most people, I have read all the warnings about never disclosing any personal information over the phone and/or online to strangers.
Since, on any given day, I receive several scam phone calls telling me that I have won non-existent cruises, warning me that a warrant is out for my arrest for unpaid taxes, or telling me a family member is in economic distress in a foreign country, I was immediately leery of this request and accused her of being a scammer and hung up the phone.
Within 15 seconds my phone rang again — same person, same spiel. This time she advised me to go to the MBNA Canada website while we were on the phone. At this point, I was beginning to wonder if she was legitimate and followed her advice.
To make a long story short, after about 15 minutes of conversation, she convinced me that the call was legitimate. By providing some personal information that only I would know, I was able to prove that I was who I said I was and that whoever applied for the credit card was a fraudster.
The fraudulent request for an MBNA credit card was rejected and canceled. End of story — right?
Nope.
In light of the fact that my personal financial information had been compromised, the MBNA representative advised me to contact Canada’s two credit bureaus (why do we have two?) — Equifax and Trans-Union and have them put Fraud Prevention Alerts on my credit profile.
I began with Equifax as it was the one I had heard of before. Since I am not one to be making large purchases or trying to build my credit, I have never requested a credit report or credit score. The process took about 30 minutes as I had to fill in online forms and provide security questions and so on and pay a fee of $11.95 for the privilege. The report indicated that no recent inquiries about my credit had been made. Just to be on the safe side, I ordered their monthly Credit Monitoring service which will permit me to check my credit regularly and will alert me if anyone (e.g. credit card fraudsters) inquires about my credit rating. This for a price of $19.95 per month.
Case closed. Right? Not so fast.
The next morning I had two dodgy looking characters appear on my front porch within one hour of each other claiming to be distributing menus from the local Domino’s Pizza. I knew this was bogus as they didn’t go to any other houses around me. A quick call to Domino’s confirmed what I suspected — they had no one in the neighbourhood distributing menus. My residence was being targeted, for whatever reason.
Assuming that the individuals were criminal door-checkers, I reported the incident to the local police and they told me a car would be sent out to look for them.
Story over? Not so fast.
After checking my mail, I came across an envelope with a spanking brand new RBC Visa Credit Card in my name.
After another grueling 30 – 45 minutes on the phone with RBC’s Fraud Prevention Department, I was able to prove that I did not apply for the card and it was canceled and I destroyed the card
I decided it was in my best interests to contact Trans-Union about what credit information about me they had in their files. Much to my chagrin, they informed me that two recent inquiries about my credit rating had been made — one from MBNA and one from RBC.
The dots were beginning to connect up.
I told the Trans-Union representative about the MBNA call and the unsolicited RBC credit card. He asked me if I had noticed anyone going through my mail recently as they may be cohorts of the scammer attempting to intercept the bogus cards.
Bingo!
After I told him about the two porch visitors, he suggested that I should protect myself by having my mail temporarily diverted until the threat of any further criminal activity passed. Since I now have Fraud Protection Alert protection with both credit bureaus, no further applications for credit using my name can be made without direct contact with me.
So, the costs of protecting myself from these and further fraud attempts have added up to well over $200.00. And still nobody (including my own bank) can explain to me how my personal financial information was compromised. Nor can they can guarantee that future fraudulent attempts won’t be made.
I have resigned myself to checking my credit information daily for peace of mind, if nothing else.
My advice? Be vigilant with your personal financial information and report any suspicious activity. You may even consider subscribing to one of the two credit bureaus.
Identity Theft can happen to anyone, as I have learned.
When my husband and I came to London more
than 50 years ago, newly married, fresh from mid-city Toronto and U of T,
wondering if living there had made us …perhaps… a little worldlier – I admit
that London’s ways and habits were difficult to understand. An all-purpose
Centennial Hall- but no creaky, wonderful Massey Hall where we saw Seiji Ozawa
conduct and sat on the stage to hear Andre Segovia play his guitar. An orchestra with musicians second to none-
and a limited audience, spotty management, and scanty funding. A mysterious
lawyer who dabbled in music- and supported a series of concerts in a small hall
that were never advertised but annually sold out via subscription…did we need a
secret handshake to ever hear one?
But living in London- or on its outskirts-
for those fifty years has made London’s advantages dearly beloved. Not too big,
not too small. Great place to raise a family, but requiring diligence to get suitable
jobs here. Halfway between Toronto and Detroit- and glad to not be either. Good
place to work- and to volunteer.
And by volunteering, you grow to realize
what makes London so special: individuals with passion and heart trying to make
London the best place to live and grow – and the Jeffery Foundation is just one
of them. Propelled by Gordon Jeffery’s legacy, the volunteer board members
continue to bring world-renowned trios and quartets to London, year after year.
Their magnificent support of the Wolf Hall stage area has made it a jewel of chamber
music performance space- not too big, not too small. The annual series remains
perfect – not too long, not too short.
For the first concert of 2019, the Jeffery
folks nabbed their friends, the Gryphon Trio. Their pianist- and announcer- the
brilliant Jamie Parker – admitted his trio’s affection for London came partly
from receiving one of their three Juno awards here last year. The Gryphons have
been building a worldwide reputation for 25 years, committed to “redefining
chamber music for the 21st century”. They have commissioned over 85
new works, toured North America and Europe, released 23 recordings (with
exquisite covers!) and given masterclasses everywhere.
They continue to inspire upcoming musicians
and audiences with their educational outreach program called “Listen Up”, with
bases in Etobicoke and Ottawa. The cellist announced that their “classical
music cruise” with AMA Waterways on the Rhine is sold out for 2020- and what a
dream holiday THAT would be! When they are not on the water, they’ll be directing
the 2020 summer classical music program at the Banff Centre for Arts and
Creativity.
Reviewing a concert for people that were
not able to attend always seems a tad pointless to me – those that were there
rose to their feet in a standing ovations- a bit creakily for some of us- and
demanded the beautiful Haydn encore felt deeply what they were applauding. I’m sure that they would agree:
That Parker’s piano dominated-
as it was meant to do- the first Haydn Trio where the violin and cello often
double the piano line. (in Haydn’s day fortepianos were “tinkly” in sound and
needed some strengthening from other instruments)
That all three musicians were impeccable
on the sparkling runs in this piece
That the Minuetto final, in a
minor key, added mystery in the lower keyboard range
AND
That the Brahms Trio No.2 in C
Major was a stretched- out composing task between his major symphonies and most
famous orchestral overtures
That his friend Clara Schumann
(if you want all the dirt on this friendship, you have to attend the London Symphonia
concert on September 29th) made him run this trio by her – and SHE chose another
one in E-Flat that he later destroyed!
That its four movements are
packed densely with musical jewels- and all the instruments get brilliant equal
billing
AND
That Jamie Parker is s stellar
emcee- much of the wit of our Ralph Aldrich- when he introduced the Mendelssohn
Piano Trio No. 2 as “ a Jason Bourne movie” type of piece- car crashes, hide-outs,
strung-out nerves, and romantic interludes.
That he was RIGHT! – our
audience was on the edges of their seats throughout the “energico e con fuoco”
first movement, the “molto allegro quasi presto’ third- and the final “allegro
appassionato”.
And that secret
society that I used to think ran the Jeffery series? – working their what-nots
off during the concert are Ralph with programs- wittiest commentator on music
ever! There’s Ingrid, devoted to the Foundation but also managing the London
Youth Symphony- and mothering the cellist who will be one of the world’s best. Vocal
professors Frances and Alvin are vigilant and welcoming throughout- and Dr.
David now devotes his astrophysical expertise to music for Londoners. Oh- and
my son’s first bassoon teacher- Diane- is there looking not one jot older.
Meanwhile, I’m
dashing around town to pick up silent auction items for our own amazing London
chamber music group- Magisterra Soloists International (October 11th)-and
showering silent blessings on the symbiosis of London musicians and their
admiring volunteers. We’re all hoping to make London not too elitist…not too
homely …just perfect!
Even if you’ve thrown away your poodle
skirt, abandoned Brylcreem, and can’t get what’s left of your hair into a DA –
you’re going to LOVE the memories brought back by Drayton Entertainment’s 2019
production of Grease. If you’re my age – impress your friends first on the
parking lot outdoors guessing what years are represented by the sleek, chrome-laden
vintage cars on display. If you bring another generation with you, impress them
with your command of 1950’s slang:
If you were annoying your buddies enough to
fight, you were “Cruisin’ for a _____________’ “
If you were close enough to incite a punch,
you were threatened with a “knuckle _____________”
If you avoided injury and succeeded in
everything else, you were “made ___ ____ _________”
And if you were a tough guy who used
copious amounts of the aforementioned Brylcreem, you were a “gr_____”.
No matter whether the 1950’s were your
finest hour- or something you’re happy to have survived- you’re going to love
the high-energy, mega-talented production of “Grease directed and
choreographed for her brilliant company of actors/singers/dancers by Lisa
Stevens. It’s a night (or matinee) of nostalgia that has been recaptured many
times. Written in 1971, originally set in the fictional Rydell High School in
1959 (based on Howard Taft High School
in Chicago), it burst on the Chicago stage as a slightly raunchy, boisterous,
collection of 1950’s tropes of teenage life- peer pressure, gangs, American
love of the car, rebellion, sexual norms- and became the longest-running
musical on Broadway at 3,388 performances – to be surpassed only by A Chorus Line.
The company assembled by the unsurpassable
Drayton entertainment are going to be “my” Grease benchmark- and you won’t
forget them. The purposely simple plot- with a believable twist at the end- is
beautifully threaded through production numbers that will leave you tapping
your feet and reading the program bio’s to know how you could have missed some
of these people.
Danny Zuko, played by David Cotton, is
every girl’s dream of a dark-haired anti-hero with terrific abs (and a beautiful
singing voice) Danny has met and fallen in love with sweet blonde Sandy
Dumbrowski , wooed but not persuaded to go “all the way” during some melodious
“Summer Nights”. Their meeting on the first day of school (Sandy has transferred
to Rydell after that contretemps at St. Bernadette’s over her patent leather
shoes that might allow boys to see up her dress) draws lines between Donny’s
cool T-birds and the Pink Ladies.
Pink Ladies first. Chelsea Preston is innocent
but memorable as the sweet, high-principled Sandy whose final number is a
convincing show-stopper. Lucky Sarah Vance is a total delight as the perfect
high school class leader Patty- running for VP of the Student Council,
inserting herself into conversations, doing the splits- and never dropping her
twirling baton. Also, she’s married to David Cotton- so her luck runs deep. Erica
Peck is the steely, smart-talking Rizzo – and you will not forget Kelly Holiff
(a popular cabaret and concert performer) as Marty, the rich-voiced girlfriend
of a Marine- without a date for the prom. Newcomer Clea McCaffrey as Jan makes
an indelible mark as a food-gobbling comedienne who steals your heart in a beautiful
duet with Nick Sheculski – “Mooning”. “Beauty School Dropout” Frenchy (Michelle
Bouey) might elicit a tear or two of empathy for her proud fragility.
And what talented stars appear among
Danny’s friends! Seth Johnson IS Kenickie-
tall, lean, (be still, my blue-haired lady’s heart) an excellent dancer whose love
for his Greased Lightning car is a palpable as that for Rizzo. Delightful, too
is Garett Hill as Doody- would-be guitarist and singer with some of the
smoothest shy moves you’ve seen on a stage. And not a gang member but an
over-the top conceited DJ and Guardian Angel who’s spangled wings almost trap
him in the burger palace door …Eddie Glen is the consummate stage performer who
get a slightly elevated round of applause from the audience every time.
The resident music group is fantastic, the
costumes (on loan from the 2016 Toronto production) are perfection, the
lighting brings you into so much of the action – and the dancing
re-choreographed for this particular stellar cast – will leave you hard-pressed
not to hand jive all the way back to your car.
This Huron Country run is already 90% sold out. Be There or Be Square.
Funny, isn’t it, how a few of the things you learned in high school (take THAT, Paul Simon) really do stick with you. When I knew I had the privilege to attend opening night of 12 Angry Men, a drama that is part of this year’s Drayton Entrainment line-up, I recalled a short essay by G.K. Chesterton – “Twelve Men”. It argued with great charm that having “professionals” decide on cases of law would inevitably lead to jaded and repetitive trials and verdicts. His last words have rung in my ears for more than 60 years:
“When it
wants a library cataloged, or the solar system discovered, or any trifle of
that kind, it uses up its specialists. But when it wishes anything done which
is really serious, it collects twelve of the ordinary men standing ’round. The
same thing was done, if I remember right, by the Founder of Christianity.”
What a beautiful ideal…and yet this marvelous
play is a subtle reminder that the rights embodied in the U.S. constitution
require far more than men “standing ‘round” to insure that justice is done in
the courts. Canada shares the legal view of “reasonable doubt”- and the play
shows what a sacred and precarious position this is. As our Supreme Court stated
in 1997, “A reasonable doubt is not an imaginary or frivolous doubt. It must
not be based upon sympathy or prejudice. Rather, it is based on reason and
common sense. It is logically derived from the evidence or absence of
evidence”.
In the stage version of this play, director
Marti Maraden, set designer Allan Wilbee, the whole backstage crew- and twelve
of the finest actors assembled in Canada – I am certain of that – let the play
trust in its innate merits. Reginald Rose’s script began as a TV play in 1954, was
adapted to a play in 1955 and became a film (with Henry Fonda as Juror #8) in
1957. Of course, as decades progressed, directors have tried making the jury
mixed in race, colour, and gender, but the brilliant Drayton production crew
have resisted muddying the power of this play. The actors are all male, they
still have only numbers, not names, and they utter some of the best dramatic dialogue
you will ever hear on stage.
The set recreates a jury room of the 1950s-
mottled institutional green, not air-conditioned on the “hottest day of the
year”, and spare enough to create claustrophobia on a stage that also has a
brilliant revolving portion to make the washroom part of the set. When I first
saw the table for twelve set squarely across the stage, four jurors’ backs to
the audience, I wondered how this breaking of the 45-degree rule (is there such
a thing?) would work.
No problem for a director as gifted as Marti
Maraden. The table remains static- like an unbreakable rule, amendment, or
expectation- on the stage, while the actors carry out a kind of choreography
that demands their movement and results in character revelation more intense
than the movie version could do.
And how to give adequate recognition to that
cast- those numbered characters whom you will not ever confuse or forget if you
see this production. Juror #8, Skye Brandon, is an imperturbable citizen,
father, and architect- the gentle but persistent voice of reason who begins the
deliberation in what was almost a certain commitment of the 16-year-old
defendant to the electric chair. In most powerful contrast to him is #3,
Benedict Campbell, as the closed-minded juror whose personal failure as a
father underlies his unbreakable assurance that the boy is guilty. A lesser
actor might have striven to “beg” for likeability or sympathy in his final pathos-
but Campbell never does. I warrant you will recognize and remember Juror #3,
the garage owner whose references to “those” people and their innate faults
bring chilling reminders of recent presidential speeches. So, too, the accented
watchmaker, #11, who is never identified as a Jew but carries a fervent belief
in justice to his new home.
Instead of giving well-deserved praise for
every actor in the cast, I urge you to take advantage of this production before
August 3rd. The play is disturbingly timeless. It’s a reminder of how
demanding, fragile, and yet glorious this whole ongoing experiment with
democracy and human rights really is.
I went to see The Little Shop of Horrors at the Stratford Festival with some trepidation on Friday afternoon. I have seen some simply horrible productions of the play and wasn’t sure I could endure another.
Well, that all changed after the first musical number of this no-expenses spared production.
Great leads and supporting cast, great musical numbers, great sets and
costumes, and a wise-cracking Audrey II man-eating plant combine to make
The Little Shop of Horrors must-see theatre this season.
And, if you’re wondering, it’s kid friendly. I plan on returning with my granddaughters at some point this summer.
If theatre-goers can put aside whatever feelings they may have about what has been transpiring south of the border since November 2016, and then suspend their disbelief about the tarnished American Dream, Rocky: The Musical, now playing at the Huron Country Playhouse until August 3, is perfect summer theatre.
Based on the iconic 1976 Academy Award-winning movie Rocky
(now in its seventh incarnation) written by and starring Sylvester Stallone,
the play is making its Canadian premiere at the Drayton Entertainment theatres.
Indeed, the play encourages you to leave behind Trump’s
divisive America and take a time-trip back to 1976 Philadelphia with its garish
costumes, stark urban sets, music, seedy boxing gyms, and even seedier
characters.
Unless you have been completely cut off from North
American pop culture for the past 43 years, the play’s plot is all too familiar
and does not require much description here. It’s a classic rags-to-riches story
caught up in the so-called American Dream.
The play’s antagonist, Rocky Balboa portrayed by Alex Kelly,
is a down and out Philadelphia boxer, frequenting Micky’s Gym and living in a
one-room dishevelled apartment. He makes his living collecting money for a menacing
local loan-shark.
When we first see him onstage, he is engaged in what
he later refers to as a “ham and eggs” boxing match against an equally
uninspiring opponent. Emerging as the victor, he earns $60 for his efforts and
heads for his locker seeking an after-match cigarette.
From this point on we are introduced to the play’s remaining major supporting characters including Mickey, his crusty Manager, portrayed convincingly by Lee MacDougall, Adrian, his shy and fragile girlfriend, portrayed deliciously by Drayton Entertainment favourite Jayme Armstrong (last seen as Millie in this year’s production of Thoroughly Modern Millie) and Paulie, Adrian’s overprotective alcoholic brother played by another Drayton favourite Aaron Walpole, who brings an abrasive, but sensitive interpretation to the role.
Christopher James, making his Drayton debut, is
perfect as the arrogant and condescending Heavyweight Champion Apollo Creed.
The three Pet Store girls, played by Daphne Moens,
Marianne McCord and Jacquelyn French, add an ideal amount of comic relief
throughout the play.
Again, most patrons will know that, as a result of a series of serendipitous events, the underdog Rocky gets the opportunity to box Apollo Creed for the Championship on January 1, 1976, the year of America’s Bi-Centennial.
While he prepares to go the distance in the bout,
Rocky’s relationship with Adrian turns romantic and he sorts out his ambiguous
relationships with Mickey and Paulie.
To be sure, the play’s culminating boxing match
between Rocky and Apollo is what everything has been leading to – and Director
Alex Mustakas pulls out all the stops for the finale.
The match takes place on a full-sized boxing ring and
selected audience members are escorted on to the stage to watch the match in bleacher-style
seats. The boxers enter the stage from the back of the theatre with flashing
lights and much fanfare, giving the audience the impression it is witnessing a
real boxing match.
The match itself is brilliantly choreographed, a joint
effort between Fight Director Joe Bostick and Mustakas, with cheering and ring
announcer and Round Girls.
The audience feels the boxers’ exhaustion and pain as
the bout marches on to the pivotal 15th Round when Balboa and Creed
collapse into each other’s arms. A split decision is announced, and Creed is
announced the winner.
Rocky has gone the distance, won $150,000 and got his
girl.
Alex Kelly deserves many kudos for his performance. In
lesser hands, Rocky could have been a walking, grunting cliché. Kelly brings
the necessary swagger, Stallone-like guttural voice and sensitivity to the
role.
Jayme Armstrong’s Adrian emerges as a strong
stand-by-your man woman who comes out of her self-imposed shell during the
play.
The chemistry between Kelly and Armstrong on stage is
electric and their vocal duets are moving.
Strains of the Rocky Theme and Glass Tiger’s Eye of
the Tiger are heard throughout the play, while its musical numbers propel the
story along quite adequately. Music Director Michael Lerner and the pit band
capture the essence of the play’s themes and characters.
Kudos to Set Designer Brian Dudkiewicz and Costume
Designer Adrienne Pink for transporting the audience back to 1976.
In the end, Rocky: The Musical is about hope,
second chances, love and redemption. In these days of political divisiveness
and cynicism, it is a welcome 2 hours of escapist entertainment.
Over her 73 years, Kathy Smith has worn many hats.
She has been a counterculture hippie, a member of an
all-female rock band, a Yorkville social activist, a wife and mother, a single
working mother, a self-proclaimed Late Blooming Boomer, a freelance public
relations and marketing specialist, an adult educator, and, for a time, the
Director of Training and Development for Big V Pharmacies of Ontario.
These days, Kathy spends her time advocating for aging
Canadians and organizing activities for London’s Creative Age communities, helping a diverse network of neighbourhoods,
municipalities, institutions and nonprofit organizations secure resources to
start, grow and sustain creative aging programs, events and activities.
“Many people have drawn very defined lines between
work, voluntary activities, hobbies and leisure pursuits. I don’t seem to have
those fixed boundaries. Sometimes I do community work for no pay and sometimes
I get paid. I might travel for leisure,
but I also get paid as a tour guide. I offer art classes free of charge but I
sometimes research, develop and teach courses and charge a fee for service.
Along the way I navigate and negotiate depending on the circumstances,” says
Kathy.
Kathy remembers her childhood Hamilton Road East
London working class neighbourhood as a multicultural melting pot in which classmates
and friends were from different races, ethnicities and religious backgrounds.
“Most of us were poor but I didn’t really realize how
poor we were until I met new friends from other neighbourhoods. When I started
to compare our circumstances, I was absolutely stunned by their family life,
wealth and opportunities. I often felt marginalized. I felt like a nobody when
I desperately wanted to be accepted – a somebody.”
This feeling of being marginalized led to Kathy’s
early involvement with the creative arts.
“I think I got involved with the creative arts not
only to express my inner life but as my way out of a messed up family and
social circumstances,” says Kathy. “I think those tough formative years made me
resilient, creative, enterprising and accepting of others.”
The 1960s mantra was “Tune in, turn on and drop out” and
that’s just what teenaged Kathy did.
“Right after my 16th birthday, I quit school and
walked away as fast as I could,” she recalls.
“I got a job as a go-go dancer for a local London
radio station and a TV show that featured area bands. In 1965, I was asked to audition
for a Toronto TV Show and an all female band. My bag was packed with my
survival essentials and years of hurt feelings. There was no turning back. I
was rebelling against my parents and the social values of the time. I vowed I
would never ever return to conservative, narrow minded and uptight London
Ontario…the town that forgot how to have fun.”
She didn’t get hired for the Toronto TV Show, but she
did end up in the all-female band called The Living Dolls in which she played
keyboards and learned some drums and bass guitar.
Kathy lived close to Yorkville in the Annex
Neighbourhood. In 1969 Jane Jacobs and the Annex Ratepayers Association were
busy trying to protect the historical neighbourhood from developers. Kathy
remembers it as an amazing and diverse neighbourhood with artists, musicians,
academics, the nouveau riche and old family money, too.
In 1966, Kathy came back to London to see her hometown
boyfriend, Grant Smith. Grant ended up moving to Toronto where he was offered
an opportunity to join a band called The Power which became known as Grant
Smith and The Power, an 8 piece R&B group.
“Grant’s group had a hit record, so I quit my band and
we ended up traveling through many American towns and cities that were
experiencing great unrest with race riots and protests. It was exciting and
kind of dangerous,” recalls Kathy. “We
got married in 1968. I became a mom in 1972. Everything changed for me when I
got pregnant and had my son.”
Following her divorce, Kathy returned to London in
1979. The move forced her to start all over again.
“As a high-school drop out and single mom, my
employment opportunities were very limited. I didn’t really join the ‘normal’
mainstream workforce until I was 30 years old. While most boomers experienced a
career or financial peak in their 40s and 50s, I didn’t have my career peak
until I was in my 60s. When my friends were planning to retire, I was just
getting fired up – a second wind, if you will,” Kathy recalls.
Partially by chance and partially by choice, she
became part of the gig economy with three main clients, mailing direct mail
flyers, organizing small special events, producing newsletters, fundraising or
anything promoting local businesses or organizations.
She taught adult night courses in Promotions and
Public Relations through Fanshawe College’s Part Time and Continuing Education
Department. She was a popular facilitator and her courses filled up quickly as
a result of her ability to come up with creative ideas, interesting topics and
course plans.
“My continuing education experience led me to my one
and only ‘real job’ with Big V Pharmacies of Ontario as Director of Training
and Development. I created a 26 part Management
Training Program using the case study method. It took me and a co-worker 3
years to do the research, develop the content, test the pilot programs and
implement throughout Ontario. Big V won
the very first Chamber of Commerce London Business Achievement Award and we
were runner up for the provincial award. That was an exciting time to be
involved with corporate or management training,” she recalls.
Despite her success, Kathy walked away from the Big V
position after 36 months, citing burnout and her dislike of leaving her son,
Kristan, alone while she was on the road.
“During my self-imposed sabbatical, I felt a strong
urge to paint – canvases, walls or anything I could get my hands on. A short
and planned break turned into a 10 year endeavour and I somehow found creative
ways to make a modest living along the way. I didn’t make a lot of money, but I
could focus on my son and we were happy.”
In 2007, Kathy got involved with the Creative Age
movement after attending an online seminar presented by Dr. Gene Cohen. Cohen
demonstrated that participation in activities that foster creative engagement
and skills mastery in a social environment has positive psychological, physical
and emotional health benefits for older adults. It gave Kathy a new focus in
life.
“After mid-life, I tell people they can look forward
to Creative Age and not old age. It is a positive approach or mindset to the
reality that we all get older. In my work I focus on creativity in the broader
sense and I do make more personal time to fulfill my own urges for creative
self expression in everything I do. My colleague, Pat Spadafora the former
director of the Sheridan Centre for Elder Research, said it best: ‘We are
freeing ourselves of limiting beliefs about aging and embracing the
reality that individuals continue to grow, learn, and contribute to their
communities throughout the life journey.’”
Unquestionably, Kathy has been the driving force
behind London’s Creative Age movement and community activities.
In 2009, she organized a unique year long creative
aging program for residents and day program participants at the Dearness Home.
She also volunteered her time to help the City of London receive its first Age
Friendly Community designation from the World Health Organization.
From 2010 to 2013, she developed and organized a
research project to identify late career transitions and income earning
opportunities for older workers.
“We knew that 75 would eventually become the new 65,”
she says. “Many will continue to delay retirement or not retire at all.”
From 2013 through to 2017, she worked with volunteers
to provide creative aging programs and events for adults 55+ in various
neighbourhoods through the London Public Library branches.
During that time, she also developed community
awareness campaigns including, social media and presentations and events
targeted to arts, health and housing organizations in London and area.
“The key to developing community capacity for creative
aging programs is to train volunteers, artist instructors and adult educators
to work with a new generation of older adults. Through the London Arts Council,
we developed a training program for 12 London Artists in Residence and had them
offer programs to long term care facilities, hospitals, retirement homes and
seniors centres. I still work with municipalities and communities to develop
creative networks and programs for older adults. The next Creative Aging
Training Programs will be offered in Thames Centre this summer. Professionals
from Middlesex County will be invited.”
Kathy’s accomplishments have not gone unrecognized.
She has been named to the City of London Mayor’s Honour Roll, received the
London Council for Adult Education’s Adult Educator’s Award, and in 2016 she
was recognized by the Ontario Minister Responsible for Seniors and the
Lieutenant-Governor of Ontario for her volunteer contributions to raise
awareness to promote cross-sector initiatives for seniors in the London region.
Somehow, throughout all of this community activity,
she has still found time to pursue her own artistic muse and explore her own
curiosities.
“I have many interests and creative pursuits. I still
paint, play music, write, perform and teach.
It’s all creative. A few years
ago, we started a group called The Rhythm Sisters and performed concerts at the
London Music Club and Wolf Performance Hall for a year or more. We keep saying
we’ll have a reunion, but I don’t think it will happen. It’s a whole lot of
work and it’s expensive to develop a one hour show,” she says.
What does the future hold for Kathy Smith?
“My
focus will be shifting to creative housing options and aging at home services.
I will continue to help organizations secure the resources they need, both
financial and human, to do community development projects. I have more requests
to do public speaking and professional development presentations. For the next
five years, it will be my goal to connect and empower older adults to work
together to develop innovative and affordable solutions to address their needs
in housing and home support programs. When my son returns from Europe, I will
probably assist him with his plan to start his new business and then I’ll
probably just work for him in some very limited capacity.”
Mentoring and coaching other women is an area of
particular interest to Kathy.
“As more women are reaching their middle years, they
are thinking about late career changes or making other plans for the second
half of their lives. I am often asked to provide presentations about my
experiences and ideas. As a creative ager I explore, engage and connect and I
plan to remain engaged as long as I am needed or as long as I am able to
contribute something needed or valued.”
“Career, work, social, civic engagement and leisure
have always been rolled into one thing. I just can’t see ever wanting to give
anything up just yet. When it comes to
creative aging, I consider myself my own case study,” says Kathy.
“Everyday life still amazes me!”
You can contact Kathy for more information about London’s
Creative Age communities and activities through her website: http://creativeage.ca/
