Do You Want to Become a Ham Radio Operator?

I’ve recently been asked to write some instructional posts about how to become a Ham Radio or Amateur Radio Operator so let’s start off with what a Ham Operator is:

According to Wikipedia:

An amateur radio operator is someone who uses equipment at an amateur radio station to engage in two-way personal communications with other amateur operators on radio frequencies assigned to the amateur radio service. Amateur radio operators have been granted an amateur radio license by a governmental regulatory authority after passing an examination on applicable regulations, electronics, radio theory, and radio operation. As a component of their license, amateur radio operators are assigned a call sign that they use to identify themselves during communication. There are about three million amateur radio operators worldwide.[1]

Well, that sounds quite boring. Snore. Becoming a Ham was an exciting time in my life. My husband and I had opened an electronics repair shop which catered to Truckers. We fixed pretty much any electronic devices they had in their cabs but we focused mainly on two-way radio repair. I knew only basic electronics when we opened the shop, such as reading schematics, using a multi-meter and being able to fix simple electronics problems in my home.

My husband and I worked in close quarters, an 11’ by 24’ job site trailer, and I’m telling you that man is patient. He is also an excellent teacher! He taught me more than I thought myself capable of and it was amazing. Before long I was a very capable radio technician and the drivers began to trust my work. My focus was mainly on C.B. or Citizen’s Band radios… or “children’s band” or “Sesame Street band”. C.B. radios require no licensing and it shows. Some operators’ behaviour could be pretty outlandish but it could also be a lot of fun

C.B. radios run on the 11-meter band or 26.965 M to 27.405 M. (M = megahertz) What the heck does that mean? Radio is all about the length of the distance from the peak of one wave to the peak of the next wave, or wave tip to wave tip. The waves being electromagnetic waves, that range from radio waves all the way up through microwaves, x-rays and all the way up to light waves, infra-red and ultraviolet.

So C.B. radio is 11 meters from peak to peak hence it’s the 11 meter band. If you take the speed of light and divide that by 11 meters you get 27 M roughly, the speed of light being 299792458mps (meters per second).

We had quite a radio set-up. I was running an RCI 2970 at my bench which was connected to an Antron 99 antenna on a 40-foot T.V. tower. You could hear me for miles. It was a nice clean signal. (At this point I could get lost down a rabbit hole explaining why a clean signal is important but I’ll cover that in another post.) It was part of our marketing ploy to have me “man” the radio when drivers called in. I loved it!

When we bought this old girl she wasn’t working very well so I fixed her! Yup!! It was just some cold solder joints, which means the solder had broken and just needed to be redone. The hardest trick was finding it. After re-aligning the whole radio she worked beautifully.

Also on my bench was a sweet little rig, a Yaseau FT-90R, VHF/UHF Dual Band FM Transceiver. It was a conspiracy to entice me into getting my Ham license. I came into the shop one day to find this awesome little rig all installed and glowing blue on my bench. My husband had his similar rig installed in our car and I enjoyed listening to him talking on it. He sounded so official using his call sign and QR codes and stuff. LOL!

One of our regular customers traded my husband’s tech work for the radio. It was a done deal and I was quite excited. I called our supplier, asked him to add an ARRL Handbook to our order and began studying for my exam.

I refer to my copy of the A.R.R.L. Handbook as my “Ham Bible” because it is the definitive guide to almost every topic regarding Ham Radio that a newbie would need. I’ll never forget building my first antenna using this book for reference. It was my first major accomplishment.

Here in Canada, we have a national association called R.A.C., Radio Amateurs of Canada which is an excellent source of information. You can enroll in an online class or purchase your study guides. If you prefer a classroom setting find out if there is a Ham Radio Club in your area and join it. They almost always offer classes.

Once you’ve earned your Amateur Radio call sign it’s yours for LIFE!! I will always be VE3LYY.

Even though I’m Canadian I highly recommend getting your hands on a copy of the A.R.R.L Handbook. It really doesn’t matter if it’s the most recent one. You can find them on E-bay or Amazon or maybe through a local Ham Club. A.R.R.L. or American Radio Relay League is the American equivalent of R.A.C and their website is another valuable source of information.

A word of caution: if you do have Ham equipment please ignore the impulse to key-up without a license. Airlines, emergency services and the military use these radios and the last thing you want to do is accidentally interfere with their operations. You will be heavily fined and possibly imprisoned.

Everyone has their own motivation for becoming a licensed Ham but when it comes down to it when the SHTF Ham Radio Operators are our first line of defence.

Over the years through our local radio club, L.A.R.C. (London and Area Radio Club) I’ve been involved in a search for a missing child (this turned out positive and the child was found safe and sound.), I’ve been part of the CANWARN team which monitors crazy weather and reports in and various other activities like patrolling London on Devil’s Night. Being a member of a Ham Community is never dull and I’m always learning new things.

Until next time friends…

Quick & Easy Chicken Mushroom Pasta – Recipe

Hey everyone! You know when you need a meal that’s quick, easy, and delicious? That’s when I turn to my trusty all-in-one pot pasta meal! It’s funny, I’ve been making this for years, and now it’s suddenly the latest trend – makes me chuckle every time!

Just a couple of nights ago, I roasted a super tasty chicken and made some broth from the leftovers. Tonight, I’m whipping up another speedy dinner. It’s all cooked in just one pot and takes about 30 minutes from start to finish. The best part? This recipe is super versatile. You can toss in any leftovers you’ve got or whatever you’re in the mood for. It’s a lifesaver on those busy evenings!

Quick & Easy Chicken Mushroom Spinach Pasta

This Quick & Easy Chicken Mushroom Spinach Pasta is a delicious, one-pot meal that combines tender chicken, savoury mushrooms, and fresh spinach with pasta in a light, creamy sauce. It's a perfect dish for a fast, flavorful, and satisfying dinner.
Servings 4 servings

Equipment

  • 1 large pot I use a 5 quart

Ingredients
  

  • 1 tbsp olive oil
  • 1 tbsp butter
  • 2 cloves garlic minced
  • half medium onion diced
  • 1 medium carrot cubed
  • 1 lb pasta (your choice)
  • 5 or 6 mushrooms sliced
  • 1 breast of roast chicken (or raw or rotisserie)
  • 1 tsp oregano dried
  • 5 leaves fresh sage (or 1/2 tsp dried)
  • 2 hand fulls fresh spinach
  • 3 cups chicken broth
  • 1 tbsp all purpose flour

Instructions
 

  • Fill the pot and cook your pasta according to the box instructions, drain and set aside.
  • Heat your pot until a drop of water dances (not sizzles) around the pot. Add the olive oil and butter. Put your chicken breast in the pot and give it a 2 or 3 minute sear, or until you see nice brown. Remove and set aside.
  • Add the sliced mushrooms to the pot, careful not to crowd them. (Do in two batches if necessary) When you see moisture on the mushrooms it's time to turn them over. Once they have a nice brown remove them and set aside.
  • Add the onion, garlic, carrot, sage and oregano to the pot and saute until the onions are tender.
  • Sprinkle the flour over the veggies and mix. Let them cook a minute or two to cook the "floury" taste out.
  • Add the broth one cup at a time until it has thickened to your preference.
  • Slice or dice and return the chicken and mushrooms to the pot and mix.
  • Add the spinach on top and put on the lid. Let this wilt for about 2 minutes.
  • Remove the lid, gently stir in your pasta to reheat it and serve.

Notes

You'll notice I didn't add salt. If you're using commercial broth it's plenty salty. If not add salt to your own taste.
So there you have a guide to a One Pot pasta meal. Don’t be afraid to mix and match ingredients. The carrots I used tonight were leftover roasted carrots from the Roast Chicken. This meal is yummy with beans instead of meat or you can use just vegetables. Whatever you enjoy.

Serve it topped with some Parmesan cheese or a nice cheddar or just salt and pepper. It’s up to you. Enjoy!

Until next time friends…

It Really is All About Community

When I found out that a “Call to Arms” had been sent throughout @thealliance family I wasn’t really sure how to contribute, at first. I mean I knew I could write any post and donate the proceeds to @youareHOPE but I really wanted to focus on something to do with community. The funny thing is I was sitting in Carling Heights Optimist Community centre while I was pondering this. LOL!! Finally, while walking down the hall towards the pool I started really looking around. “How could I have missed all this?”

 

 

 

A whiteboard for everyone to enjoy colouring!!

 

 

 

A community painted on the wall

 

 

 

The Community built Fairy Gardens!

My husband and I are here once or twice a week yet I’ve not really noticed the small things that make it a family-focused community centre.

A community member built pretty boxes to plant fairy gardens then engaged the Day Camp children to use their imaginations and plant the gardens. Adorable! There are several Rock stickers on the hall floor with fun things to do relating to the fairy gardens.

 

There are many floor stickers in both the main lobby, where many tables are set up to sit and play cards or whatever while you’re waiting for activities, and the hall to the pool. They are so fun! I can imagine bored little ones playing along. There’s even a sticker of a log and several activity stickers around it for playing games. It’s actually quite ingenious!

Even the stairs leading up to the pool viewing area have activities to occupy young minds!

The Carling Heights Community Centre was originally built as the community centre for the Canadian Forces Base locally known as “Wolseley Barracks”. The land was sold to the city at some point, possibly during the 80’s, but I learned that via word of mouth so I’m not sure. According to my “Army Bratt” friend, who grew up in a military family, the centre hasn’t changed much over the years.

The Carling Heights Optimist Community Centre has most of the amenities you would ever need but my husband and I only use the pool. I am thinking about taking a Tai Chi class this winter, something I’ve always wanted to do.

If you are interested in the Community Centre here’s their website. If you’d like to look a little further here’s a good site about the Carling Community and if you are interested in the history of the Canadian Forces Base this site is a good start.

So get out into your Community and start looking around! I bet you’ll be surprised what you find!

Until next time friends…

Today’s Projects are Tomorrow’s Memories

Hey everyone! I want to share a little story about how I discovered the true beauty of handmade gifts and the precious memories they hold. It was around 2002, a couple of years after my mom passed away, when I stumbled upon this plastic canvas pattern for a memory box. The moment I saw it, I knew it was the perfect thing to make for my dad.

Making that box was a journey of love, really. Every stitch took me on a trip down memory lane, sifting through all kinds of memories, both joyful and bittersweet, all the while hoping my dad would love this special gift.

Creating the box turned out to be quite an enjoyable task, even the bit where I had to figure out the hardware and reinforce it with felt-covered foam board for stability. The toughest part, though, was choosing two of the few precious photos I had of my parents together, enjoying their travels out East. I was just a little one when they took that trip, but those photos mean the world to me.

Below is a close-up of the hinge hardware. Remember those paper clips we used in school to bind pages together? The brass ones that looked like they had two legs which would be bent outward? I used those to attach the hinges and I think it worked very well.

After Dad died I found the memory box on his dresser and do you know what I found in it? Memories! A full set of Canadian Centennial coins from the year I was born, (for non-Canadians that would be 1967) and a cassette tape with his voice. HIS VOICE! It’s irritating that I don’t have anything to play it on. I’ll have to borrow some equipment and digitize it so I can share with my siblings.

This memory box sits on its own shelf in my living room where I can see it everyday and it’s strangely comforting. I know Dad loved this gift. His face lit up when he unwrapped it, examined it and in an emotional voice just said, “Thank you.” That’s all he needed to say.

When we give from our hearts it’s felt by others and it’s cherished.

Until next time friends…

My First London Pride Parade!

Hey everyone! I want to share a little story about how my daughter and I unexpectedly found ourselves at Pride this year. We had planned just to hang out downtown, completely unaware that it was the day of the Pride parade. I only realized it when my bus had to take a detour.

Stepping off the bus, I noticed the stormy sky and hoped to dodge the rain. My daughter had the same thought and suggested we wait it out at a new coffee shop. Though I can’t recall its name and forgot to snap photos (oops!), the place was lovely, and the iced tea was fantastic! I was just so excited to catch up with my daughter after weeks apart that the name of the coffee shop slipped my mind.

We sat there, chatting away and sipping our drinks, watching others get caught in the rain and sharing a laugh about our good fortune. When the rain let up, we decided to brave the parade, confident we wouldn’t melt in the drizzle.

Approaching the parade route, we were greeted by a sea of colourful, cheerful people, undeterred by the rain. The atmosphere was vibrant with music and laughter, but there were a few protesters too, with police nearby ensuring everything stayed peaceful. Interestingly, off-duty officers were also part of the parade, donning pink shirts and looking quite cute!

The parade was a celebration of peace and love, and it was heartwarming to see everyone so happy and friendly. It’s a shame that some people can’t move past their prejudices, but hey, all that negativity can’t be good for anyone. Once the parade started, the music and cheers drowned out any dissenting voices.

I admit, I didn’t take many photos – I was just so caught up in the fun and excitement! People were dancing, handing out beads and candies, and no one minded getting a bit wet from the Super-Soakers and mist sprayers on the floats. The atmosphere was incredibly positive and inclusive.

It was amazing to see groups like the Teacher’s Union and Scouts, who might not have participated a decade ago, now fully embracing the event with bright colours and high spirits. It’s a sign of growing acceptance, and it gives me hope for the future in other areas like race and ethnicity.

The parade ended with a much-anticipated appearance by the firemen – let’s just say, they did not disappoint! As the crowd dispersed, my daughter and I strolled through Victoria Park, taking in all the sights and booths. It was a day where the extraordinary became ordinary, and it made me wish every day could be that open and accepting.

Eventually, real life called, and we parted ways, feeling happy and content to have shared such a wonderful experience. I’m definitely planning to be back next year, and who knows, maybe I’ll join in and deck myself out too!

Until next time friends…

Why Do I love Kayaking So Much?

So, I’ve been chatting non-stop about kayaking, and it occurred to me that I haven’t really shared the story behind my passion for this amazing sport. And it’s all thanks to @shadowspub!

Growing up, our family of seven was all about camping during the summer vacations. That is, until 1976, when my parents bought a general store in Castleton. With the store came a new lifestyle and, sadly, an end to our family camping adventures.

Some of my fondest memories are from camping at places like Algonquin, Bon Echo, Balsam Lake, Killbear, and Sharbot Lake. It was at Sharbot Lake where my love for paddling first began. Our campsite had this charming little path down to the lake, and one morning, @shadowspub and I sneaked out for my very first paddle. I was about five or six, and every paddle stroke created sparkles on the water like hundreds of diamonds. It was so peaceful and magical, and I remember trying to follow a loon as it dived and resurfaced. It was a fun game, guessing where it would pop up next!

Fast forward a bit, and we’re living by a small lake near Haliburton. My hubby and I got this old 14-foot canoe. It was a bit overkill for our pond-like lake, but we had the best time spotting wildlife, like the legendary Moby Dick, the muskie who loved to shake our dock while we fished. Those were some great times!

Life took another turn when my hubby passed away, and things were pretty hectic for a while. But then, life brought me to London, where I met my current hubby, started a business, and got a trailer in Port Bruce by Lake Erie. That’s when my kayaking journey really began. A friend lent me an inflatable kayak, and I was instantly in love with paddling along the shore and up the river. When my trusty kayak finally gave out, I knew it was time for an upgrade.

That same year, my dad got sick and passed away. Amidst that tough time, I received some wonderful news – I was going to be a Nana! The realization hit me when I saw @dezziq one morning, and it was such an exciting time. Over the winter, I dove into researching kayaks and, with some inheritance money, I got my current inflatable kayak and gear. I’m so grateful for the thought I put into choosing the right kayak. It’s been my trusty companion for 12 years now, and every time I inflate it, I feel a sense of gratitude to my dad.

Apollo in the Kayak

Kayaking is more than just a hobby; it’s a unique experience every time. It’s never the same, and that’s what makes it so special. Do any of you have a passion that means the world to you? I’d love to hear about it!

Until next time friends…