Any person turning in to the Olympic gold medal game last evening would be hard pressed to tell if it was men or women playing that game. The give way sign would be the frocks of hair protruding from the helmets.Canada and United States were playing for the gold medal and no holds were barred.
These two teams were rivals for years and either at the world championships or the Olympics their desire to win reaches a fevered pitch. Last night these ladies showed the world how hockey should be played girl style. The game was one of the best I ever saw with super skills and coaching apparent. Canada was the better of the two on this night but given a seven game playoff it probably would have come to the last game to decide the winner.
Both teams were winners and no doubt losing caused the US captain to say,"silver sucks" in her interview. Her team was so disappointed that they acted out of the spirit of the Olympics. They were unable to get beyond the loss to partake of the Olympic Spirit and savour the moment. Both were responsible for bringing 19,000 hockey fans at the game and millions on TV and Radio to realize that equality for women in a once male stronghold was over.
When these players were lined up for their medals and you could see their face you realized they were the best of the best and it showed.Their faces told it all. There was happiness, sadness and unbridled joy on these faces mixed with the understanding that the years of training was worth it all. We now have to wait for another four years to be treated to this experience.
For a few hours nearly all Canadians forgot their troubles and had a collective, emphatic feeling of pride and happiness with the Olympic Spirit which is alive and well.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Olympic Amateurs
There is hardly a chance to observe a pure amateur athlete today. Since Russia filled its ranks with Soviet Army personnel there came an abrupt end for anyone who was a true amateur to compete and win.Every country followed the Soviet in permitting professionals to fill the ranks of the team members.
This has given the world an opportunity to see the very best in every athletic endeavour. The Olympic athletes of today are already front and center in their sport and have been given sick monetary rewards for their skills.The amateur who just wishes to compete has little opportunity to make a team. Some small , poor countries are able to send one or two people to represent them and are so proud just to be there to show their country,s colours.
It almost begs the question of whether we should have an amateur games and a professional one. Look at football and the world cup. It is even bigger than the Olympics and it is professional for sure. Nearly every sporting endeavour has a world title but it is not the OLYMPICS. Here you represent your country and sacrifice all for the glory of being an Olympian. It was my greatest goal as a young person and tried so hard to reach that goal. I was a runner who came up short but won the honour of representing my district in the Canadian finals.
It sounds like a lot but I was proud to do my thing at this level. I had a taste of the feeling were I to get away to Italy. That Olympics , I was happy and sad at the same time. If just being in the mix for a spot on the Canadian team could evoke such an emotional response, what would the real thing do for you. I still catch that feeling I captured in 1960 and every four years I think I could have done more to reach my goal. Now I live vicariously and watch my Canadian Athletes shine on the world stage.GO CANADA.
This has given the world an opportunity to see the very best in every athletic endeavour. The Olympic athletes of today are already front and center in their sport and have been given sick monetary rewards for their skills.The amateur who just wishes to compete has little opportunity to make a team. Some small , poor countries are able to send one or two people to represent them and are so proud just to be there to show their country,s colours.
It almost begs the question of whether we should have an amateur games and a professional one. Look at football and the world cup. It is even bigger than the Olympics and it is professional for sure. Nearly every sporting endeavour has a world title but it is not the OLYMPICS. Here you represent your country and sacrifice all for the glory of being an Olympian. It was my greatest goal as a young person and tried so hard to reach that goal. I was a runner who came up short but won the honour of representing my district in the Canadian finals.
It sounds like a lot but I was proud to do my thing at this level. I had a taste of the feeling were I to get away to Italy. That Olympics , I was happy and sad at the same time. If just being in the mix for a spot on the Canadian team could evoke such an emotional response, what would the real thing do for you. I still catch that feeling I captured in 1960 and every four years I think I could have done more to reach my goal. Now I live vicariously and watch my Canadian Athletes shine on the world stage.GO CANADA.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Noisy Visitors
For the past week we have been awakened every morning by a strange noise. After getting our eyes open we discover birds flying against our windows. We have that tinted window dressing applied to all our windows and it makes them a virtual mirror from the outside. It cuts down the suns heat by thirty percent and people cannot see in during the daylight. This does not apply after dark. Female cardinals come to the window and bang at their image. They play fight by the hour. The beautiful males come to see the females so we have double action. I have seen the mockingbirds do the same thing, fighting with themselves on the car mirror.
I thought that the birds would learn after a while but no they insist. I suppose this is where we get the expression "bird brain". We love to have the cardinals as they are beautiful and entertaining but could sometime tell them to start their ritual at 9:00 o'clock?
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Camping on the NWP (con't)
The wind howled for 30 hours and we stayed in our tents and ate, drank gallons of tea and then a special thing happened. Word was passed down that a games time would take place in Ikeys tent. We braved the cold and made for his very large tent and settled in. We were like sardines but the closeness made us feel warm and secure. A small open space provided the place for people to perform. First was the shadow pictures. Inuit delight in shadow pictures and several made pictures on the wall of the tent by the light of the gas lamp.
Next came the string activities whereby strings were placed on the fingers in an intricate pattern and then like magic disappeared with a flick of the hand. I never caught on to this even after years when my Inuit kids tried to teach me. The girl who had the baby teamed up with her mother and did throat singing. This is uniquely Inuit and is an art or skill performed at all important social gatherings. The idea is to sing through your throat while looking into the eyes of the partner and continuing until one person is unable to go on because of laughing. Everyone clapped and shouted encouragement to the participants.
Next came the story telling and this lasted for over two hours. The elders are respected as the keepers of the wisdom and all pay close attention to the stories. Since everyone heard these stories before the children would shout out if a word was missed or the story changed. I was asked to tell a story and I did. I told of a Cape Breton Giant who was a distant relative of mine. They were impressed mainly because the interpreter embellished my story to make it better.
The highlight came when an elder took out an old fiddle and played some Scottish jigs. He was on the agenda for entertainment at Coppermine. He was not skilled but appreciated by all.
Ikey ended this fun by telling us we were leaving in five hours and to get some sleep. As predicted Ikey had us mount up in five hours and the storm was over. Our snow machines were clogged with snow and some needed encouragement to start. We warmed them up for 25 minutes. We would be in Coppermine in and hour and it would be at breakfast time so we had something to look foreword to.
As we left our camp I was a little sad as my trip was a real eye opener as to the lifestyle of my Inuit friends. The stars twinkled and the moon shone bright as we crossed the Coppermine River to enter the hamlet of Coppermine on the mainland. We were greeted by half the hamlet population when we arrived at the community hall and had our morning feast to begin our visit with our neighbours and friends, but that is another story.
Next came the string activities whereby strings were placed on the fingers in an intricate pattern and then like magic disappeared with a flick of the hand. I never caught on to this even after years when my Inuit kids tried to teach me. The girl who had the baby teamed up with her mother and did throat singing. This is uniquely Inuit and is an art or skill performed at all important social gatherings. The idea is to sing through your throat while looking into the eyes of the partner and continuing until one person is unable to go on because of laughing. Everyone clapped and shouted encouragement to the participants.
Next came the story telling and this lasted for over two hours. The elders are respected as the keepers of the wisdom and all pay close attention to the stories. Since everyone heard these stories before the children would shout out if a word was missed or the story changed. I was asked to tell a story and I did. I told of a Cape Breton Giant who was a distant relative of mine. They were impressed mainly because the interpreter embellished my story to make it better.
The highlight came when an elder took out an old fiddle and played some Scottish jigs. He was on the agenda for entertainment at Coppermine. He was not skilled but appreciated by all.
Ikey ended this fun by telling us we were leaving in five hours and to get some sleep. As predicted Ikey had us mount up in five hours and the storm was over. Our snow machines were clogged with snow and some needed encouragement to start. We warmed them up for 25 minutes. We would be in Coppermine in and hour and it would be at breakfast time so we had something to look foreword to.
As we left our camp I was a little sad as my trip was a real eye opener as to the lifestyle of my Inuit friends. The stars twinkled and the moon shone bright as we crossed the Coppermine River to enter the hamlet of Coppermine on the mainland. We were greeted by half the hamlet population when we arrived at the community hall and had our morning feast to begin our visit with our neighbours and friends, but that is another story.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Camping on the NWP (con't)
We were now on our second day of our journey and about 80 miles from Coppermine. The radio message gave us a warning to get going and be prepared for a storm but first the bathroom. Since there are no bathrooms on the tundra and with mixed company what to do. I asked Ikey and he said that Inuit have developed a code which seems to work. For the women with their special clothes it is no problem. They simply walk away from the group. When they do nobody follows with their eyes. Their amote or outer coat provides ample security from eyes and the cold. For men it is more difficult as their mode of dress is more complicated.
Men have the advantage of being able to urinate standing and for more serious business it requires partial undressing. Men leave the camp and try to find a rock in summer and a drift in winter. A camp which will be in place for more than a few hours and with a number of people a designated area is chosen and a quarter igloo is constructed. Since no toilet tissue was available in olden times, Arctic cotton was gathered by. the women and children in the fall. Arctic Cotton was a plant with a cotton like flower. It was kept in bags for the winter and had many uses. Women used it for padding babies, personal hygiene and pillows.It was carefully rationed. Its most important use was for the kullick ( seal oil lamp or stove).The cotton was used as a wick and Inuit women were expert in making them last for a long time.
Having satisfied my curiosity and found an Arctic bathroom we moved on with clear intent of getting to our destination before the storm. Our pace quickened and after a few hours of easy going the snow started and the wind picked up. The group became a little fractious at the time it was taking. One pregnant girl was telling her mother she was having labour pains and I can imagine with all the bumping and sliding it could bring on such a event.
This was to be a last stop to check our gear before the race across thirty miles of rough ice. No tea was boiled and only dry,cold but nourishing mipku was given to the travellers. On ice where there are no signs or trails skill in needed , specially when the visibility was near zero. Ikey had been over this route many times and set up the convoy to leave the very best men at the rear to ensure the safety of the people.
I detected a slight nervousness in his voice which betrayed his confidence.We now travelled within sight of the person in front and at a speed of about twenty mph as the ice was covered with pressure ridges. Once we had to backtrack five miles to get around a huge ridge.The snow came ever so hard and the wind increased. This snow is like sugar or ice pellets as there were no flakes. It stung the face and even though we were well dressed for the harshest of weather we were suffering frost bites and wind burn.
It became apparent we were going to stay another day on the ice. We were no more than twenty miles from our destination when Ikey told us to make camp. This was a big decision and Ikey had us stay put until he found a suitable place. He was gone for half an hour when he told us to follow him. Never were his orders questioned. We followed until we came to an area with heavy snow behind a huge pressure ridge. Everyone seemed to know what to do except me. I just followed what the others did.Wind breaks or half igloos were constructed in a matter of minutes. Six or seven feet high and long like a fence. This was the snow Ikey found which was suitable for construction.
It was amazing to see the tents go up and the floors covered with those cosy hides,Snow machines were covered and we prepared to hunker down. A small fuss in one area meant that the girl had a baby boy. Inuit were used to this and there was no big deal. Everyone was happy and as food was prepared Ikey went from tent to tent to make sure everyone was prepared for the wind and cold.With the wind chill it was probably 65 or 70 below zero. Within the flimsy white tents we were warm ( relatively speaking) and comfortable. The dogs were placed at each end of the camp and stood guard against polar bears. They were fed frozen fish but stayed outside.
I lost all sense of time and as it is always dark at this time of year I really did not care. One thing absent in this camp was alcohol. There are horror stories of white people who sneaked alcohol in their belongings only to suffer great pain. Alcohol will not freeze but with the temperature so low , a mouthful of the drink will freeze your voice box and cause permanent damage or even death. It might be a Arctic legend but it sure works and there was no alcohol here.
The howling wind kept me awake and with my lamp burning I wrote a few lines while I was being impacted by mother nature. A few Inuit came to see if I was all right and stayed to share a few stories about other storms they lived through. I was amazed at their ability to tell stories. Even when translated they captured your attention and imagination. I drifted off to sleep to the sounds of wind and my own imagination. Final blog tomorrow.
Men have the advantage of being able to urinate standing and for more serious business it requires partial undressing. Men leave the camp and try to find a rock in summer and a drift in winter. A camp which will be in place for more than a few hours and with a number of people a designated area is chosen and a quarter igloo is constructed. Since no toilet tissue was available in olden times, Arctic cotton was gathered by. the women and children in the fall. Arctic Cotton was a plant with a cotton like flower. It was kept in bags for the winter and had many uses. Women used it for padding babies, personal hygiene and pillows.It was carefully rationed. Its most important use was for the kullick ( seal oil lamp or stove).The cotton was used as a wick and Inuit women were expert in making them last for a long time.
Having satisfied my curiosity and found an Arctic bathroom we moved on with clear intent of getting to our destination before the storm. Our pace quickened and after a few hours of easy going the snow started and the wind picked up. The group became a little fractious at the time it was taking. One pregnant girl was telling her mother she was having labour pains and I can imagine with all the bumping and sliding it could bring on such a event.
This was to be a last stop to check our gear before the race across thirty miles of rough ice. No tea was boiled and only dry,cold but nourishing mipku was given to the travellers. On ice where there are no signs or trails skill in needed , specially when the visibility was near zero. Ikey had been over this route many times and set up the convoy to leave the very best men at the rear to ensure the safety of the people.
I detected a slight nervousness in his voice which betrayed his confidence.We now travelled within sight of the person in front and at a speed of about twenty mph as the ice was covered with pressure ridges. Once we had to backtrack five miles to get around a huge ridge.The snow came ever so hard and the wind increased. This snow is like sugar or ice pellets as there were no flakes. It stung the face and even though we were well dressed for the harshest of weather we were suffering frost bites and wind burn.
It became apparent we were going to stay another day on the ice. We were no more than twenty miles from our destination when Ikey told us to make camp. This was a big decision and Ikey had us stay put until he found a suitable place. He was gone for half an hour when he told us to follow him. Never were his orders questioned. We followed until we came to an area with heavy snow behind a huge pressure ridge. Everyone seemed to know what to do except me. I just followed what the others did.Wind breaks or half igloos were constructed in a matter of minutes. Six or seven feet high and long like a fence. This was the snow Ikey found which was suitable for construction.
It was amazing to see the tents go up and the floors covered with those cosy hides,Snow machines were covered and we prepared to hunker down. A small fuss in one area meant that the girl had a baby boy. Inuit were used to this and there was no big deal. Everyone was happy and as food was prepared Ikey went from tent to tent to make sure everyone was prepared for the wind and cold.With the wind chill it was probably 65 or 70 below zero. Within the flimsy white tents we were warm ( relatively speaking) and comfortable. The dogs were placed at each end of the camp and stood guard against polar bears. They were fed frozen fish but stayed outside.
I lost all sense of time and as it is always dark at this time of year I really did not care. One thing absent in this camp was alcohol. There are horror stories of white people who sneaked alcohol in their belongings only to suffer great pain. Alcohol will not freeze but with the temperature so low , a mouthful of the drink will freeze your voice box and cause permanent damage or even death. It might be a Arctic legend but it sure works and there was no alcohol here.
The howling wind kept me awake and with my lamp burning I wrote a few lines while I was being impacted by mother nature. A few Inuit came to see if I was all right and stayed to share a few stories about other storms they lived through. I was amazed at their ability to tell stories. Even when translated they captured your attention and imagination. I drifted off to sleep to the sounds of wind and my own imagination. Final blog tomorrow.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Camping on the NWP (con't)
Long before any sane person would get up I heard the trashing about of some hungry dogs. There were several dogs along for the ride as safeguards for polar bears. These dogs are able to smell bears miles away and bears can smell seals and food twenty miles away if the wind in correct. I poked my nose out of my bedroll and reached for my clothes. It is important to dry out your clothes every night to ensure their safe for wearing. The high Arctic is a desert and very dry. Clothes will dry even at very low temperatures.
The air in my tent was probably below forty and getting the courage to slip into my clothes was an effort. First my caribou pants and then the three layers of army issue sweat shirt and sweater. In a minute I was warm. My final outer wear would wait until after breakfast.
As I emerged from my tent laughter greeted me as everyone was ready to move on. Breakfast was hot oatmeal, beans and caribou and tea. Bannock is a staple and with canned jam and is prepared at every stop. Cooked in a frying pan and loaded with fat it is the perfect food for the north. Two babies we being fed by their mothers and cold did not stop the process. Young kids were given caribou ribs to chew as we travelled. Even at a very young age Inuit children learn to eat country food. Dry meat and fish are favourites of the very young and the very old.
Re-packing our komiticks was done carefully. Everything was patted clean of ice or snow and packed in a way for easy access for the next stop.
Our guide Ikey told us to stay close, meaning within sight for the next while as the ice in this area was subject to currents and open water. He also advised us to check our loads to make sure everything was tied down as we were travelling along the shore and from time to time we would have to mount the banks which we very steep.We lengthened our tow ropes to 60 feet to make sure the komaticks would not run into us when we had to stop or return to the ice. Many people are injured by being hit by their komiticks when stopping.
The snow machine can stop quickly but a loaded komitick weighing 12 to 15 hundred pounds has a great force and no brakes. After a quick check Ikey gave the signal to proceed. He put me up front with him to keep an eye on me. So far I was doing ok but the next hours gave me a real challenge. A light breeze came up and small swirls of snow followed us as we made our way across the ice. At this moment I was in heaven experiencing the adventure of a lifetime.
Moving along at 25 mph over rough ice was shaking my bones and putting a real strain on my arms and legs. I checked my watch and it was 5:30 am and our next scheduled stop was 8:00 am. I wondered how I would feel. Ikey signalled a stop to prepare for a run up the bank to land. It was dark so all I could see was what appeared in my headlight. He told me the bank was 60 feet high with a ridge at the top. Get up to speed, 40 mph and do not stop until you get over the ridge or you will have a problem, a big problem.
Ikey moved off at an ever faster pace and after ten minutes the land tilted upwards. Now I could see the ridge with Ikey on top. I thought I would never make it but with the machine wide open I climbed and gained the ridge. I moved out of the way and one after one came over the top.
One machine choked and never made the ridge. Everyone raced to the rescue and another machine was hooked up and with lots of help they made it. The machine blew a piston so tent was set up quickly and several men began the repair job. Tea was boiled and jovial conversation was made and a certain amount of attention was given and directed towards me. Little English was spoken except when I asked a question or was told something.
We were falling behind schedule so one of the men radioed ahead. The return message said we were heading into a small blizzard and to be careful.One hour later we were on our way full of warm tea. We shortened our ropes while over this land and closed our distance between machines. There was a quick stop and several shots fired and word came to us that two caribou were shot so fresh meat was had for the next break.
My mind wandered as I saw these Inuit so happy and resourceful in their environment. I would never be one of them but I was determined to learn and respect these first nations people and to try to live as close to nature as I could. The many hours we managed to travel was like a dream with my whole world being that space lighted by my one snowmobile light. In the open sections we seemed to be like a long caravan snaking through the snow with the sound of our high pitched motors breaking the otherwise silent landscape.
I had to go to the bathroom but there were no gas stations or even a tree. At the next stop I shall solve the mystery of bathrooms breaks in the Arctic in mixed company. (To be continued )
The air in my tent was probably below forty and getting the courage to slip into my clothes was an effort. First my caribou pants and then the three layers of army issue sweat shirt and sweater. In a minute I was warm. My final outer wear would wait until after breakfast.
As I emerged from my tent laughter greeted me as everyone was ready to move on. Breakfast was hot oatmeal, beans and caribou and tea. Bannock is a staple and with canned jam and is prepared at every stop. Cooked in a frying pan and loaded with fat it is the perfect food for the north. Two babies we being fed by their mothers and cold did not stop the process. Young kids were given caribou ribs to chew as we travelled. Even at a very young age Inuit children learn to eat country food. Dry meat and fish are favourites of the very young and the very old.
Re-packing our komiticks was done carefully. Everything was patted clean of ice or snow and packed in a way for easy access for the next stop.
Our guide Ikey told us to stay close, meaning within sight for the next while as the ice in this area was subject to currents and open water. He also advised us to check our loads to make sure everything was tied down as we were travelling along the shore and from time to time we would have to mount the banks which we very steep.We lengthened our tow ropes to 60 feet to make sure the komaticks would not run into us when we had to stop or return to the ice. Many people are injured by being hit by their komiticks when stopping.
The snow machine can stop quickly but a loaded komitick weighing 12 to 15 hundred pounds has a great force and no brakes. After a quick check Ikey gave the signal to proceed. He put me up front with him to keep an eye on me. So far I was doing ok but the next hours gave me a real challenge. A light breeze came up and small swirls of snow followed us as we made our way across the ice. At this moment I was in heaven experiencing the adventure of a lifetime.
Moving along at 25 mph over rough ice was shaking my bones and putting a real strain on my arms and legs. I checked my watch and it was 5:30 am and our next scheduled stop was 8:00 am. I wondered how I would feel. Ikey signalled a stop to prepare for a run up the bank to land. It was dark so all I could see was what appeared in my headlight. He told me the bank was 60 feet high with a ridge at the top. Get up to speed, 40 mph and do not stop until you get over the ridge or you will have a problem, a big problem.
Ikey moved off at an ever faster pace and after ten minutes the land tilted upwards. Now I could see the ridge with Ikey on top. I thought I would never make it but with the machine wide open I climbed and gained the ridge. I moved out of the way and one after one came over the top.
One machine choked and never made the ridge. Everyone raced to the rescue and another machine was hooked up and with lots of help they made it. The machine blew a piston so tent was set up quickly and several men began the repair job. Tea was boiled and jovial conversation was made and a certain amount of attention was given and directed towards me. Little English was spoken except when I asked a question or was told something.
We were falling behind schedule so one of the men radioed ahead. The return message said we were heading into a small blizzard and to be careful.One hour later we were on our way full of warm tea. We shortened our ropes while over this land and closed our distance between machines. There was a quick stop and several shots fired and word came to us that two caribou were shot so fresh meat was had for the next break.
My mind wandered as I saw these Inuit so happy and resourceful in their environment. I would never be one of them but I was determined to learn and respect these first nations people and to try to live as close to nature as I could. The many hours we managed to travel was like a dream with my whole world being that space lighted by my one snowmobile light. In the open sections we seemed to be like a long caravan snaking through the snow with the sound of our high pitched motors breaking the otherwise silent landscape.
I had to go to the bathroom but there were no gas stations or even a tree. At the next stop I shall solve the mystery of bathrooms breaks in the Arctic in mixed company. (To be continued )
Friday, February 19, 2010
North West Passage Campout
During the winter months when all is cold and dark in the Arctic,Inuit plan visits to neighbouring villages or Hamlets. One such visit was from Ikaluktutiak (Cambridge Bay) to Coppermine. This visit would involve travelling over 200 miles by snow machine over mostly Arctic ice. This trip would have taken a week by dog team years before but now only two days by snowmobile.
This visit was by invitation and involved planning for our arrival to help celebrate a winter festival. Twelve groups were to travel in two convoys with the second convoy having support for any misfortune which might befall. Our group was made up of several families who travelled on the komitiks. These sleds were over twenty feet long and some had a small structure to protect the travellers. Since this was new to me I required assistance from a knowledgeable Inuit.
I rode alone and was expected to carry extra supplies for the group.A 45 gallon barrel of gas, ten gallons of white gas for the primer stoves and spare parts were given to me to manage along with my own supplies.A tent, cooking equipment, dried meat, tea and of course many muskoxen and caribou hides for my tent. Extra clothes in case of a fall through the ice packed in waterproof bags completed my stuff. I bought Wolf mitts and hat and they were invaluable to keep me warm in the 40 below weather.
This was to be a special adventure for me. Travelling at night at quite high speeds was a challenge for me but was routine for the Inuit. We left with a floury and crossed the NWP which was 60 miles wide at this point. As we approached the shoreline a quick camp was set up and tea boiled. Pilot biscuits and jam completed the 20 minute stopover and away we went. Pressure ridges, sometimes twenty feet high had to be crossed and all hands helped. Open leads , up to 8 feet wide were traversed and the Inuit had no difficulty but I was in need of help which was freely given.
Pernamiums ( open water) was a constant danger but the guides were aware of these and even in the dark we were safe at all times. There was no wind and the sky was so clear you could almost reach out and pick the stars. Northern Lights in colours of green, pink and silver crackled over our heads as we wandered along the shoreline for a few miles and then off over the ice again.
Four hours more and a sudden stop and a camp was set up. Water was boiled by the women and the men set up their tents and made the beds with caribou skins as a floor and sleeping bags of muskoxen and Hudson Bay blankets put in place.No tent pegs were required because a little water applied to the ropes immediately froze solid to keep the tent straight and firmly attached to the ice. More tea and in to bed. Forty below and snug as a bug in our tent we immediately slept. That was the others because I had to have one more look at the stars and the Northern Lights. To be continued.
This visit was by invitation and involved planning for our arrival to help celebrate a winter festival. Twelve groups were to travel in two convoys with the second convoy having support for any misfortune which might befall. Our group was made up of several families who travelled on the komitiks. These sleds were over twenty feet long and some had a small structure to protect the travellers. Since this was new to me I required assistance from a knowledgeable Inuit.
I rode alone and was expected to carry extra supplies for the group.A 45 gallon barrel of gas, ten gallons of white gas for the primer stoves and spare parts were given to me to manage along with my own supplies.A tent, cooking equipment, dried meat, tea and of course many muskoxen and caribou hides for my tent. Extra clothes in case of a fall through the ice packed in waterproof bags completed my stuff. I bought Wolf mitts and hat and they were invaluable to keep me warm in the 40 below weather.
This was to be a special adventure for me. Travelling at night at quite high speeds was a challenge for me but was routine for the Inuit. We left with a floury and crossed the NWP which was 60 miles wide at this point. As we approached the shoreline a quick camp was set up and tea boiled. Pilot biscuits and jam completed the 20 minute stopover and away we went. Pressure ridges, sometimes twenty feet high had to be crossed and all hands helped. Open leads , up to 8 feet wide were traversed and the Inuit had no difficulty but I was in need of help which was freely given.
Pernamiums ( open water) was a constant danger but the guides were aware of these and even in the dark we were safe at all times. There was no wind and the sky was so clear you could almost reach out and pick the stars. Northern Lights in colours of green, pink and silver crackled over our heads as we wandered along the shoreline for a few miles and then off over the ice again.
Four hours more and a sudden stop and a camp was set up. Water was boiled by the women and the men set up their tents and made the beds with caribou skins as a floor and sleeping bags of muskoxen and Hudson Bay blankets put in place.No tent pegs were required because a little water applied to the ropes immediately froze solid to keep the tent straight and firmly attached to the ice. More tea and in to bed. Forty below and snug as a bug in our tent we immediately slept. That was the others because I had to have one more look at the stars and the Northern Lights. To be continued.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Springtime For the Economy
As the mid February weather warms up the ground and trees come to life so does the economy. After the longest , coldest and most destructive weather comes to an end it Florida the sunshine and higher temperatures causes a miraculous metamorphosis. Green grass , new leaves and pollen calls out to all that spring is here.
After a few years of inaction on the construction side of things , the sound of hammers and trucks carrying lumber and materials are heard once more. It is not a rush but a thawing out process. The builders are sprucing up their model homes and new ones are appearing as well. New lawns are inserted and paint covers over years of neglect. Cars appear at the promotional home sites and traffic in general is increased.
The talk shows are once more listening to the local Crackers about the old snow birds crowding the roads and not keeping to the slow lane. Lineups at the restaurants are longer and cash registers are jingling and the store managers have learned to change the scowl to a smile. Everyone in the retail trade somehow seems happier.
Birds are building nests and our eagles have once again proven they are not too old to do their duty and procreate. We see our eagles have one chick for sure. During the past five years they raised nine fledglings and some of them can be seen locally.
When nature smiles people laugh and enjoy. Attitude will take us out of this recession and attitude will make us strong like before. Strong to make the hard decisions to free us from debt and foreign dependency. If we all do our part, collectively we will make a wave that will sweep over America. Canada and the USA will take their rightful place in the World.
After a few years of inaction on the construction side of things , the sound of hammers and trucks carrying lumber and materials are heard once more. It is not a rush but a thawing out process. The builders are sprucing up their model homes and new ones are appearing as well. New lawns are inserted and paint covers over years of neglect. Cars appear at the promotional home sites and traffic in general is increased.
The talk shows are once more listening to the local Crackers about the old snow birds crowding the roads and not keeping to the slow lane. Lineups at the restaurants are longer and cash registers are jingling and the store managers have learned to change the scowl to a smile. Everyone in the retail trade somehow seems happier.
Birds are building nests and our eagles have once again proven they are not too old to do their duty and procreate. We see our eagles have one chick for sure. During the past five years they raised nine fledglings and some of them can be seen locally.
When nature smiles people laugh and enjoy. Attitude will take us out of this recession and attitude will make us strong like before. Strong to make the hard decisions to free us from debt and foreign dependency. If we all do our part, collectively we will make a wave that will sweep over America. Canada and the USA will take their rightful place in the World.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
First Florida Encounter
About forty years ago I had an opportunity to attend the American Principals Association in Miami. I was only thinking about the trip at the time when I met an older educator who told me it was a chance of a lifetime. The perk was that you were able to take your wife along as there were programs for them. I agreed to go but was so not used to travel outside of Canada I had concerns.
I really never knew what to expect, what clothes to bring and all the other baggage that goes with uncertainty. On the day of departure from Ottawa there was a horrific ice rain storm. As I began my trip down the Ottawa valley I was the only car on the road. Our flight was at 7.00am and I started at 2.00am because of the weather.
We managed with difficulty to get to Arnprior where a OPP officer had the road blocked. I explained my circumstances and he let us through with a warning. Every small hill was a challenge and the three transports off the road were a reminder that the policeman knew what he was talking about.
We managed the airport with time to spare and registered at Air Canada to find out the flight was delayed in Montreal and was two hours late. We mingled with the other travellers who were also going our way and the time passed quickly. We boarded the plane and after de-icing took off for Paradise.
Mid March warm , hot air greeted us in Miami and I was hooked. My first palm tree, green grass and white egrets were all new and wonderful. Renting the car and off to the hotel in itself was freedom, freedom from the cold and windy weather we were experiencing in Ontario.
That working vacation gave me a thirst for more and up until this day I have been coming down here in the winter months. I always loved the winter way of life with all that goes with it. Hockey, snow mobiling, skiing and I could go on but with arthritis creeping into my life, Florida was the medicine I required. I am forever thankful for my introduction to this place and with the other half of the year in Ontario I have the best of both worlds.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Home Made Baseballs
Since this is spring season here in South Florida I have a story to share. When we were kids in Cape Breton many years ago there was a real interest in baseball. Gloves, bats and balls were expensive. Home made bats were common and our father made many from wood. Ash used for handles of picks, shovels and rakes could be just as easily be fashioned into baseball bats. Dad had a spoke shave that did the job nicely.
Baseballs were expensive but we made them from string. My father used to put a wine cork shaped in a nearly round form at the center and wound string in a close pattern until it was roughly the size of a baseball.The loose end was glued and then the taping began. Hockey tape was wrapped in a pattern which gave a smooth surface and a ball which was good enough for our game.
Dad was the best at applying the tape and when the job was complete he always roughed it up by rubbing sand over the surface. This made the ball easier for the pitcher to throw. These ball did not last long but stayed together for several tape applications. I wish I had kept one but I failed in that account but I will attest to the fact that many boys were able to throw mean curves with the string baseball.
On one occasion we played in a tournament sponsored by the Canadian Legion . Every team had to supply two baseballs for each home game. We tried to present the referee with two string baseballs and were denied. Another team with more resources provided balls for or team. We were not really poor , just resourceful.
Baseballs were expensive but we made them from string. My father used to put a wine cork shaped in a nearly round form at the center and wound string in a close pattern until it was roughly the size of a baseball.The loose end was glued and then the taping began. Hockey tape was wrapped in a pattern which gave a smooth surface and a ball which was good enough for our game.
Dad was the best at applying the tape and when the job was complete he always roughed it up by rubbing sand over the surface. This made the ball easier for the pitcher to throw. These ball did not last long but stayed together for several tape applications. I wish I had kept one but I failed in that account but I will attest to the fact that many boys were able to throw mean curves with the string baseball.
On one occasion we played in a tournament sponsored by the Canadian Legion . Every team had to supply two baseballs for each home game. We tried to present the referee with two string baseballs and were denied. Another team with more resources provided balls for or team. We were not really poor , just resourceful.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Spring Training
Two baseball teams from the American and National leagues hold their spring training in our area. The Boston Red Sox and Minnesota Twins have been guests for years and their being here is a economic factor for the whole area. Thousands of people take their vacation at this time and attend both the training sessions and the pre-season schedule.
The Red Sox wanted a new facility here and talked the community into spending nearly one hundred million on a new stadium. This expenditure during recession for a playground for millionaires is without a doubt stupid. Here we , the tax payers are building a playhouse for these teams which are used for mainly six weeks.
I believe the time for communities wasting money for professional sports should be questioned. These teams do help the economy. Hotels are filled, restaurants busy but the communities only benefit indirectly. The monies used could go a long way in creating facilities for the improvement in the quality of life for its citizens. Several cities have taken this action and were applauded .
Personally I love baseball and go to the games and watch these athletes get ready for the season but I pay good money for the privilege. I only wish to pay once.
The Red Sox wanted a new facility here and talked the community into spending nearly one hundred million on a new stadium. This expenditure during recession for a playground for millionaires is without a doubt stupid. Here we , the tax payers are building a playhouse for these teams which are used for mainly six weeks.
I believe the time for communities wasting money for professional sports should be questioned. These teams do help the economy. Hotels are filled, restaurants busy but the communities only benefit indirectly. The monies used could go a long way in creating facilities for the improvement in the quality of life for its citizens. Several cities have taken this action and were applauded .
Personally I love baseball and go to the games and watch these athletes get ready for the season but I pay good money for the privilege. I only wish to pay once.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Olympics
The whole world is watching the Vancouver Olympics. For two weeks the earth breathes with a common heartbeat and acrimony is set aside. What a wonderful feeling to think that the world could be a home to all races and people with a diversified moral and cultural fabric living together in harmony.
The opening ceremonies were creative and show cased the multi-cultural aspect of Canada. The interwoven themes of our aboriginal nations with the peoples of the world forming a union that is the envy of the world. 60,000 people in the dome and billions around the world were spellbound as one surprise after another unfolded before our eyes.
I know that those who watched the program left with the understanding of what a Canadian is. The NBC network was so generous in its praise of Canada as the best friend of the USA brought me to a new level of proudness as Canadian and American neighbours.
The beauty of our great country was exhibited through magnificent photography and appropriate commentary. These games give we the people an opportunity to have a world valentine day where we are able to express our love through games and mutual respect.
The opening ceremonies were creative and show cased the multi-cultural aspect of Canada. The interwoven themes of our aboriginal nations with the peoples of the world forming a union that is the envy of the world. 60,000 people in the dome and billions around the world were spellbound as one surprise after another unfolded before our eyes.
I know that those who watched the program left with the understanding of what a Canadian is. The NBC network was so generous in its praise of Canada as the best friend of the USA brought me to a new level of proudness as Canadian and American neighbours.
The beauty of our great country was exhibited through magnificent photography and appropriate commentary. These games give we the people an opportunity to have a world valentine day where we are able to express our love through games and mutual respect.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Valentines Day
Valentine's day creates quite a stir in our society. It is a special time for people to show their love to people who matter in their life. This year Theresa and I decided to write a note rather than giving a commercial card. In this way we will be able to express our feelings in our own way and in our own words.
Instead of giving candy and roses I took the opportunity to give Theresa a new bicycle. when we picked it out I believe the colour was the clincher when it came to choice.
The economic impact cannot go by without saying all the candy, flower and card shops were booming. At the farmers market today there was a flurry of activity around the flower vendor.Roses by the dozen in all colours seemed to be the choice for most people. Men outnumbered the women six to one on this day wheras it was the oposite every other Saturday.
When I was engaged in education Valentine Day was a special time for kids of all ages. We made it a practise of making sure every child received some cards on this day and teachers had to scramble to cut out those little paper hearts which meant so much to the students.
It is a healthy tradition for us to remember our loved ones on this day. How much more productive it would be to keep that spirit alive every day of the year. On all accounts the world and our personal lives would be enriched if only we could.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Robin Hood Shirts and Sugar Bag Simmets
My mother swore that the best cotton came in the form of sugar and flour bags. We used to buy flour in bags weighing 24, 48 or 98 pound quantities. Sugar usually was 50 or 100 pound bags. You could also buy the sugar bags for a dime at the local co-op.My mother would boil these bags until they were so soft but remained durable. Since the flour bags had the Robin Hood picture on them she made shirts for the boys. The girls had simmets (undershirts) made from the whiter sugar bags. This was a common practice in those days and we were proud of our mom's craftsmanship.
I don't know how she did all the things she did but she managed by working night and day. During the time that we watch TV in the evenings our mom would be sewing, knitting or darning. These skills made it possible for our family to get along on our father's mine salary.
I was in a store yesterday where a rack of hats caught my eye. On closer observation I realized that these hats were made of recycled canvas tarps. People in Brazil made them and to add to the rugged work patches were added. They were being sold for $12.95. In stores today clothes, specialty jeans are torn, cut and abused to make them look old. Our Robin Hood shirts and sugar bag simmets were a step above these and all for a few pennies and mom's sewing ability.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Nature's Balance
In a recent blog I described the tragedy of people releasing their snakes and other invasive creatures in the Florida Everglades. Their rapid explosion in numbers startled the rangers who monitor the glade. Last month there was a huge cold snap that lasted nearly 10 days. Temperatures reached lows in the upper twenties and early thirties. The Burmese Pythons and African Iguanas have died by the thousands. It was estimated that half of the invasive animals died during this time period.
This kill off did not eliminate any of these invasive creatures but shows that South Florida may not be a good place for these creatures to live and multiply. The fish population which also has been impacted by people dumping their pets in the wetlands caused concern. During the past weeks millions of non native fish have died. Vultures and gulls have been seen in numbers eating this veritable banquet in the glades.
These unwanted guests were reminded that this is not Burma, Ecuador or Africa. Specialists estimate that half the creatures and more than half the fish perished in the past month but were quick to say the worst is not over. These invasive creatures and fish have the ability to adapt over a number of generations and feel at home here.
Silver Carp, another invasive fish have taken over the Mississippi watershed and are only miles from the Great Lakes. This could be the worst case of an invasive fish species invading an area where it is not wanted. Besides the economic impact on the sports industry there is an unbalancing of the natural environment. We must be careful before dumping unwanted pets into natural habitat.
This kill off did not eliminate any of these invasive creatures but shows that South Florida may not be a good place for these creatures to live and multiply. The fish population which also has been impacted by people dumping their pets in the wetlands caused concern. During the past weeks millions of non native fish have died. Vultures and gulls have been seen in numbers eating this veritable banquet in the glades.
These unwanted guests were reminded that this is not Burma, Ecuador or Africa. Specialists estimate that half the creatures and more than half the fish perished in the past month but were quick to say the worst is not over. These invasive creatures and fish have the ability to adapt over a number of generations and feel at home here.
Silver Carp, another invasive fish have taken over the Mississippi watershed and are only miles from the Great Lakes. This could be the worst case of an invasive fish species invading an area where it is not wanted. Besides the economic impact on the sports industry there is an unbalancing of the natural environment. We must be careful before dumping unwanted pets into natural habitat.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Weather Change
With all the talk about climate change I am concerned this year with weather change. Before Xmas we had the hottest weather experienced for many years. Since Xmas we are experiencing the coldest weather since records were kept. January and February are traditionally the driest months of the year but this year we have plenty of rain.
Just observing the level of the lakes and ponds brings you to the realization that our weather has been goofy. The results of these changes had nature in transition as well. After four years of drought Florida is returning to the lush grasslands and wetlands so vital for the fish and bird populations. One sure sign is the wood stork population and their breeding habits.
If the water level is low and fish stocks are unable to reproduce in the wetlands, the storks will not even build a nest. This year the storks are everywhere. I counted over a hundred on our golf course alone and birdwatchers are having a field day with sightings not seen for years.
With the revitalization of the abundant wetlands also comes the dreaded mosquito with its ability to spread west Nile and other diseases, not to say the pesky insects bites are welcomed. We now hear the helicopters flying over the wetlands and ponds spraying to control these little beasts.
Traffic is down almost half in the tourists areas because of the lack of heat and sunshine. Economics play a big role in all peoples lives but when it comes to the tourist trade weather is the number one factor. If weather can have such an impact on our lives just imagine how much impact climate change will make in our lives.
Just observing the level of the lakes and ponds brings you to the realization that our weather has been goofy. The results of these changes had nature in transition as well. After four years of drought Florida is returning to the lush grasslands and wetlands so vital for the fish and bird populations. One sure sign is the wood stork population and their breeding habits.
If the water level is low and fish stocks are unable to reproduce in the wetlands, the storks will not even build a nest. This year the storks are everywhere. I counted over a hundred on our golf course alone and birdwatchers are having a field day with sightings not seen for years.
With the revitalization of the abundant wetlands also comes the dreaded mosquito with its ability to spread west Nile and other diseases, not to say the pesky insects bites are welcomed. We now hear the helicopters flying over the wetlands and ponds spraying to control these little beasts.
Traffic is down almost half in the tourists areas because of the lack of heat and sunshine. Economics play a big role in all peoples lives but when it comes to the tourist trade weather is the number one factor. If weather can have such an impact on our lives just imagine how much impact climate change will make in our lives.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
The Stone Dump-Coal Heap
Back in the days when our coal mine was producing thousands of tons of coal each week there was a byproduct as the result. The byproduct was thousand of tons of rock and splint which had to be brought to the surface and disposed with. Since Princess Colliery, number 1 was in production for nearly a hundred years the pile of stone and refuse from the pit made a veritable mountain.The waste from the mine was loaded into boxcars and taken to a place about a mile from the pit. Here railway tracks were laid and the boxcars of waste dumped from the right side. The rock or stone dump grew and grew. Every day a train of several boxcars were pushed out on the heap and when the doors were opened the contents poured down the side of the heap
Included in the stone and refuse was a fair amount of coal and splint. Splint was a combination of coal and rock but would burn. It left a large clinker and was not desirable but for some it was affordable. As a youngster I would go with my father and pick coal at the stone dump. It was dangerous as the dump was about a hundred feet high and when the doors were opened the refuse flowed down the side of the dump. Large stones and sometimes timber flowed all the way down and you had to be nimble to avoid being hit.
We often picked a load of coal in a few hours and sold it to customers Dad had. We used a bucket to collect the coal and sometimes carried a small stone pick to separate the coal from the stone. When I was older like thirteen or so I went alone to make some money.Our horse and cart also carried other peoples coal home so we made money two ways. When we worked the stone dump we got covered with coal dust and had to wash carefully to get the coal dust from our eyes. This work was not one of my favourites as a kid but I relished the few dollars we gleaned for our efforts. It also gave us a work ethic which I carried throughout my life.
We called the stone dump the Highball and it was forbidden to glean for coal there but who would enforce the rule when we were all related. I always thought that we were some of the first recyclers and our family were green before we were Brown.
Included in the stone and refuse was a fair amount of coal and splint. Splint was a combination of coal and rock but would burn. It left a large clinker and was not desirable but for some it was affordable. As a youngster I would go with my father and pick coal at the stone dump. It was dangerous as the dump was about a hundred feet high and when the doors were opened the refuse flowed down the side of the dump. Large stones and sometimes timber flowed all the way down and you had to be nimble to avoid being hit.
We often picked a load of coal in a few hours and sold it to customers Dad had. We used a bucket to collect the coal and sometimes carried a small stone pick to separate the coal from the stone. When I was older like thirteen or so I went alone to make some money.Our horse and cart also carried other peoples coal home so we made money two ways. When we worked the stone dump we got covered with coal dust and had to wash carefully to get the coal dust from our eyes. This work was not one of my favourites as a kid but I relished the few dollars we gleaned for our efforts. It also gave us a work ethic which I carried throughout my life.
We called the stone dump the Highball and it was forbidden to glean for coal there but who would enforce the rule when we were all related. I always thought that we were some of the first recyclers and our family were green before we were Brown.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Super Bowl
Americans are passionate about sports in general but football in Particular. At the elementary school level football is almost worshipped. Soccer is becoming accepted as football and particularly the girls have embarrassed this game. All you need is a pair of sneakers, shin guards and a ball.Huge crowds come out to support the school games.
At the secondary level soccer is still well represented but football is almost worshipped. The Friday night football game grabs the attention in the press before the game and crowds numbering in the thousands attend. Pep rallies with not only the school team and cheerleaders but parents and former players add to the hype. The local newspapers devote several pages on the sports section with detailed write ups about the players, predictions and statistics going way back to remind everyone about the importance of the game.
For days after the game is analyzed and animated discussions make everyone back seat quarterbacks. I believe that the playing fields are better kept than any place in the town. These young athletes bulk up, some with body building drugs and do everything possible to catch the eye of college scouts who are recruiting for their college.
Many schools are known for the place where a professional athlete attended and the remains a great esprit de corp because of athletic programs.With the strict academic standards being upheld it is a great motivational force for good.
New Orleans won the Super Bowl and a whole city, in fact state was brought to a new level. Maybe the area will heal even more and rise to heights to meet the needs of its citizens and respect from the the country and world. Sports can do that.
At the secondary level soccer is still well represented but football is almost worshipped. The Friday night football game grabs the attention in the press before the game and crowds numbering in the thousands attend. Pep rallies with not only the school team and cheerleaders but parents and former players add to the hype. The local newspapers devote several pages on the sports section with detailed write ups about the players, predictions and statistics going way back to remind everyone about the importance of the game.
For days after the game is analyzed and animated discussions make everyone back seat quarterbacks. I believe that the playing fields are better kept than any place in the town. These young athletes bulk up, some with body building drugs and do everything possible to catch the eye of college scouts who are recruiting for their college.
Many schools are known for the place where a professional athlete attended and the remains a great esprit de corp because of athletic programs.With the strict academic standards being upheld it is a great motivational force for good.
New Orleans won the Super Bowl and a whole city, in fact state was brought to a new level. Maybe the area will heal even more and rise to heights to meet the needs of its citizens and respect from the the country and world. Sports can do that.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
House Hunting in Cape Coral
The latest report on housing in America lists Cape Coral at the top of the list for places to purchase affordable housing. The building boom of the mid 2005-2007 is now a bust. The negative side is that tens of thousands of people gave up their homes as their mortgage was far greater than the value of their homes,
Foreclosures appeared so quickly that courts had to batch them to clear the docket.Auctions were held with sometimes five or six hundred homes sold in a couple of days for as low as $40,000. These homes were originally purchased for up to $350,000.
The positive side is a correction was necessary as local workers were relegated to trailer parks because of the inflated prices. At this point in time a worker can purchase a new, three bedroom home, some with pools for $50,000.The inventory has been reduced and there appears to be some building now but it will take some more years before the market is stabilized.
America is beginning to show signs of awakening but the recession was much greater than first thought.The nine and a half percent unemployment represents job losses that are not likely to be recaptured when things get better. New job opportunities have to be created and I hope this will happen and with American technology it could.
In the meantime if you need a house in a fine climate come to Cape Coral and enjoy the sun in Paradise.
Foreclosures appeared so quickly that courts had to batch them to clear the docket.Auctions were held with sometimes five or six hundred homes sold in a couple of days for as low as $40,000. These homes were originally purchased for up to $350,000.
The positive side is a correction was necessary as local workers were relegated to trailer parks because of the inflated prices. At this point in time a worker can purchase a new, three bedroom home, some with pools for $50,000.The inventory has been reduced and there appears to be some building now but it will take some more years before the market is stabilized.
America is beginning to show signs of awakening but the recession was much greater than first thought.The nine and a half percent unemployment represents job losses that are not likely to be recaptured when things get better. New job opportunities have to be created and I hope this will happen and with American technology it could.
In the meantime if you need a house in a fine climate come to Cape Coral and enjoy the sun in Paradise.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Haiti's Sick and Needy
It has been some time now since the tragic earthquake.We in Florida are feeling the impact in real terms not just on TV. The very needy sick people requiring hospital care are flowing into the state by the hundreds to receive medical procedures not available in Haiti. The good hospitals are filled to capacity and they still come by the planeload.
This needed care has stretched the resources to the extreme and the cost will be enormous. The state has asked for help and is receiving some. The local people are starting to complain with cause but this situation will not soon be resolved. Where is the government of that country. Only the president has been sighted and there is no structure to deliver the aid on a long term basis.
Infrastructure is required and a long term aid program under the United Nations is an absolute necessity. Some countries like Cuba and Venezuela are calling the United States presence of 18,000 soldiers an invasion so we should act quickly to correct this situation. There is a tremendous opportunity to employ thousands of Haitians rebuilding the cities,roads and facilities.
The money is there but there needs to be the will. This nation has a golden opportunity to stand and work together. They could come out of this tragic mess a better country. Haiti was nothing but the poorest third world country racked with poverty, crime and turmoil. This may be the last real chance for them to succeed. If they do we will all succeed through our generosity`and caring`spirit.```
This needed care has stretched the resources to the extreme and the cost will be enormous. The state has asked for help and is receiving some. The local people are starting to complain with cause but this situation will not soon be resolved. Where is the government of that country. Only the president has been sighted and there is no structure to deliver the aid on a long term basis.
Infrastructure is required and a long term aid program under the United Nations is an absolute necessity. Some countries like Cuba and Venezuela are calling the United States presence of 18,000 soldiers an invasion so we should act quickly to correct this situation. There is a tremendous opportunity to employ thousands of Haitians rebuilding the cities,roads and facilities.
The money is there but there needs to be the will. This nation has a golden opportunity to stand and work together. They could come out of this tragic mess a better country. Haiti was nothing but the poorest third world country racked with poverty, crime and turmoil. This may be the last real chance for them to succeed. If they do we will all succeed through our generosity`and caring`spirit.```
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Taking a Break
The past few days we had company. Old friends from Oakville came for a visit and to take pictures of our birds. They have been close friends for 11 years and we share many mutual interests. Each year we make a Florida visit alternating between Cape Coral and Anna Miria Island.
We golf, bicycle, walk, talk and take pictures. We have our family of eagles and my friend has a fancy camera and captures the most dynamic pictures of my birds. I planned to take them to one of Florida"s most visited national refluge parks on Sanabel Island. We biked for four hours through this wilderness and saw numerous water birds as well as a few Cardinals and northern spicies.Ding Darling Park is world renourned but our golf courses hold more birds.
We tried to show the nice wild side of our area but we saw more birds on our golf course than in the national park.Visits are wonderful but the consumption of food and drink make a two week diet a necessity when they leave. The weather now is Florida weather with the temp over 80 and morning temps in the high sixties. Coffee and tea on the lanai for sure. We are happy to have guests and relieved that they came, had a good time and left. We are resting up for the next batch of friends.
We golf, bicycle, walk, talk and take pictures. We have our family of eagles and my friend has a fancy camera and captures the most dynamic pictures of my birds. I planned to take them to one of Florida"s most visited national refluge parks on Sanabel Island. We biked for four hours through this wilderness and saw numerous water birds as well as a few Cardinals and northern spicies.Ding Darling Park is world renourned but our golf courses hold more birds.
We tried to show the nice wild side of our area but we saw more birds on our golf course than in the national park.Visits are wonderful but the consumption of food and drink make a two week diet a necessity when they leave. The weather now is Florida weather with the temp over 80 and morning temps in the high sixties. Coffee and tea on the lanai for sure. We are happy to have guests and relieved that they came, had a good time and left. We are resting up for the next batch of friends.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Golfing With The Critters
Our Friday night golfing tee times gives us an opportunity to meey people and have a good time. We play nine holes and have dinner. After this there are draws for prizes and Theresa always wins. Last Friday we arrived early and socialized with the 70 other people who have the same idea, have fun and meet people.
We were paired up with a couple who seemed very quiet. As we played a few holes Theresa entered a conversation about where we were from and so on. She exchanged answers and found we were not only both from Ontario but from Oakville. Then to our surprise we discovered that they lived about eight doors down on our street.
Our friendship went into high gear and we really loved the game and conversation. On the 6th hole I made an errant shot and bounced a shot off the water and up on the bank. It happened that it was the best of our four shots so we proceeded to the area where my ball sat.
I lined up mp my shot and had 118 yards from the green. Just as I was about to shoot I noticed a alligator in the weeds not 6 feet from where I was standing. I wished to hit anyway but when I did the alligator slapped the water with his tail and disappeared into the lake. The women shreeked and yelled but my hit was not affected.
This is a common occurance here and I was used to it , theresa blamed the trauma on the next shot she made, as it was not great. We all laughed the incident away but you have to be careful when you golf with the critters. Two years ago Theresa and I were golfing and again I hit a ball into the water. When I approached the ball I noticed a small coral snake by my ball. I invited theresa to see it as it is the most deadly snake in Florida. She did see it from afar. I was quiet about it as people here kill snakes on general purpose. These rare snakes have a role to play and must be protected. It is the price to pay when we play in their back yard.
We were paired up with a couple who seemed very quiet. As we played a few holes Theresa entered a conversation about where we were from and so on. She exchanged answers and found we were not only both from Ontario but from Oakville. Then to our surprise we discovered that they lived about eight doors down on our street.
Our friendship went into high gear and we really loved the game and conversation. On the 6th hole I made an errant shot and bounced a shot off the water and up on the bank. It happened that it was the best of our four shots so we proceeded to the area where my ball sat.
I lined up mp my shot and had 118 yards from the green. Just as I was about to shoot I noticed a alligator in the weeds not 6 feet from where I was standing. I wished to hit anyway but when I did the alligator slapped the water with his tail and disappeared into the lake. The women shreeked and yelled but my hit was not affected.
This is a common occurance here and I was used to it , theresa blamed the trauma on the next shot she made, as it was not great. We all laughed the incident away but you have to be careful when you golf with the critters. Two years ago Theresa and I were golfing and again I hit a ball into the water. When I approached the ball I noticed a small coral snake by my ball. I invited theresa to see it as it is the most deadly snake in Florida. She did see it from afar. I was quiet about it as people here kill snakes on general purpose. These rare snakes have a role to play and must be protected. It is the price to pay when we play in their back yard.
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