While living in Akaluktutiak in the high Arctic I was fortunate to choose a path that led me to integrate with the Inuit culture.The real bonus was the friendship I developed with the children who lived nearby on TuTu (caribou) and Okaluk (Arctic Hare) Streets. I first met these children through their parents who worked with me at the Hamlet. One of my favourite young persons was Alice who used to visit frequently with her younger sister Palouk. Alice used to pack her sister in her shirt and had no problem as all young girls were called to perform this task to help their mothers who often had several young ones at the same time.
There were concerns in the community at first as to my intentions as a white man befriending young chilren. To eleviate these concerns I met and socialized with their parents and gained their confidence through time.The process was slow but rewarding as it gave me a sense of family.I would invite the children to my home for dinner and make it a rather formal ritual. We would set the table with all the silverware and even napkins. Full dressed tables were not the norm up there but we followed good manners and proper eating etiquette. The children relished these meals and soon learned to appreciate our dinners. Always we ended with cookies and pop and cleaned up the dishes.
Sometimes I invited the parents but they felt strange with our way but never complained.The favourite white mans food was spaghetti and meatballs. Alice always came to visit packing her sister.Alice lived with her grandmother and mother and there was no visible father in the picture. This was not uncommon as young girls had children and they were looked after by them or their parents.It is not uncommon for girls to give their babies to their brothers or sisters through informal adoptions. I have never heard of an orphan in Nunavut.
One day Alice came to my home and informed me that on my birthday she and the children would supply a special meal. At about six o'clock I heard Buck barking and opened the door to six kids carrying a steaming ten gallon pail and very happy children. They came in out of the cold and dark and took off the many layers of clothing. Since this was a traditinal Inuit meal cardboard was placed on the floor and contents of the pail was emptied on the cardboard. Two steaming caribou heads made up the dinner and the only thing you needed was a knife. Alice took over and became the boss. I was a little hesitant but took my place and prepared to partake of the specialty.
We were seated and Alice took over, "Henry, you like eyes?". Before I could answer the eyes were eaten and so on for an hour where each part of the animal was offered and without a quick response it was devoured by the girls. I did manage the tongue which was delicious and other parts as well. The girls called this a feast and it would not be the last during my stay. Traditional meals are called feasts and are a strong part of the Inuit culture.
The feast ended when not a speck of flesh remained. The girls tried to see who could make the biggest burp and one backfired and made everyone laugh. Since it was my birthday they presented me with a small gadget which was a measuring tape and a pack of needles.We ended the evening with cookies and pop and they informed me that the people in the hamlet called me Elenok which means friend. I was happy.
The lesson I learned from this was you can find happiness anywhere if you open your heart and mind to accept people for what they are, not what you want them to be.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Learning To Drive In Cape Breton
Today many young people learn to drive while taking lessons from a teacher at school.The program is very successful and has financial perks when the courses are completed. In the olden days where there were no driving courses at school we learned to drive in the backyard.
It usually started when your father let you move the truck or car ahead and back a few times. Later we would lengthen the drive by starting the truck and actually moving it all the way up to the house or whatever. This was sometime around 10 or 11. On the farms young people drove horses when they could walk and tractors at an early age. My father had a coal hauling business and he allowed us to drive with him in the truck at age 14 or 15. Not alone until 16 but on country roads when going fishing he would give us a turn.
It was very informal and people like us could get a work permit from the RCMP for driving when needed at a young age. Dad never did get this permission but he monitered our driving skills and judged us accordinly.
I had a sister who bought two cars and never drove either one as she never had the proper training and had a few mishaps which instilled fear in her progress.I am sure now at a later time in life she is an excellent driver.Boys were seen as having an easier path to the freedom of driving and that was not fair. Today this does not exist.
I have to say that my father was a driver who drove for his job and never suffered a major accident that I know of. He had two sets of rules for driving. One was for him and the other was for all the rest.When driving with him as a young person he owned the roads in Sydney Mines. He also owned the stop signs and the one light that existed at the time. He used to say that he did not have to stop at signs and when he would be cautioned by the local police he would lecture them and tell them to go catch a criminal and leave seniors alone. It was convenient that the chief and others on the force knew him.
Dad is no longer driving and the town is a safer place for it but he was one of a kind when it came to driving. I hope I did not emulate his stop sign etiquette but I loved his free spirit on the road and we often talk of his driving skills and have a smile when we think of all the family he taught to drive.
It usually started when your father let you move the truck or car ahead and back a few times. Later we would lengthen the drive by starting the truck and actually moving it all the way up to the house or whatever. This was sometime around 10 or 11. On the farms young people drove horses when they could walk and tractors at an early age. My father had a coal hauling business and he allowed us to drive with him in the truck at age 14 or 15. Not alone until 16 but on country roads when going fishing he would give us a turn.
It was very informal and people like us could get a work permit from the RCMP for driving when needed at a young age. Dad never did get this permission but he monitered our driving skills and judged us accordinly.
I had a sister who bought two cars and never drove either one as she never had the proper training and had a few mishaps which instilled fear in her progress.I am sure now at a later time in life she is an excellent driver.Boys were seen as having an easier path to the freedom of driving and that was not fair. Today this does not exist.
I have to say that my father was a driver who drove for his job and never suffered a major accident that I know of. He had two sets of rules for driving. One was for him and the other was for all the rest.When driving with him as a young person he owned the roads in Sydney Mines. He also owned the stop signs and the one light that existed at the time. He used to say that he did not have to stop at signs and when he would be cautioned by the local police he would lecture them and tell them to go catch a criminal and leave seniors alone. It was convenient that the chief and others on the force knew him.
Dad is no longer driving and the town is a safer place for it but he was one of a kind when it came to driving. I hope I did not emulate his stop sign etiquette but I loved his free spirit on the road and we often talk of his driving skills and have a smile when we think of all the family he taught to drive.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Horses Come Before People
As a youngperson growing up with a father who always had horses and loved them I learned a lesson the hard way.On a very cold,damp, November day I was getting a load of shore coal from the Cranberry Beach. The wind was strong and I was ill prepared for the turn in the weather. My horse Charlie and I had good luck with the coal and were making our way home when the cold wind became a gale force event.
We were about two miles from home and I was freezing. I usually rode the wagon but I was so cold that I jumped off and ran along beside the horse. This helped but my hands were so cold that I could hardly hold the reins. In cold weather we used rope reins instead of leather as they felt warmer. Our trip home seemed like an eternity and I was thinking of getting to the house and putting my hands under warm water to bring back feeling.
We finally arrived at the gate and I threw the reins uver Charlies back and began to run to the house. My Dad was in the barn and shouted for me to come back.Always take care of your horse before you think of yourself he scolded. Not knowing my condition he had me take Charlie from the cart and in the stable. It only took a minute and I quickly fed him with oats and hay. A bucket of water and I was off to the kitchen and under the tap went my hands. Mom cautioned me to use cool water but I knew best. I paid the price as my hands began to come to life. Come to life indeed as I experienced the most dreadful pain.
That day I learned not one but two lessons.The first was to look after your horse first and the second was that Mother knows best.
We were about two miles from home and I was freezing. I usually rode the wagon but I was so cold that I jumped off and ran along beside the horse. This helped but my hands were so cold that I could hardly hold the reins. In cold weather we used rope reins instead of leather as they felt warmer. Our trip home seemed like an eternity and I was thinking of getting to the house and putting my hands under warm water to bring back feeling.
We finally arrived at the gate and I threw the reins uver Charlies back and began to run to the house. My Dad was in the barn and shouted for me to come back.Always take care of your horse before you think of yourself he scolded. Not knowing my condition he had me take Charlie from the cart and in the stable. It only took a minute and I quickly fed him with oats and hay. A bucket of water and I was off to the kitchen and under the tap went my hands. Mom cautioned me to use cool water but I knew best. I paid the price as my hands began to come to life. Come to life indeed as I experienced the most dreadful pain.
That day I learned not one but two lessons.The first was to look after your horse first and the second was that Mother knows best.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Up Up And Away
Today I had a wonderful experience with an older gentleman who flew B 24 bombers during WW11. The Callings Foundation is an organization which strives to maintain a presence with the public in the history of air combat from the wars. They have the only B24 ( Liberator..flying fortress) in the world and tour the country with it to show the public. They also have a B17 and a P51 Mustang which take people up there for half hour flights.
I have always been a little crazy about flying and went to see the planes at Ft. Myers. I was up and early being the first one to get to the gate. I was met by a Lt.Col who was one of the guides for the day. I was given a personal guide through all the planes and sat in all the seats that I could fit in. As large as the planes were ,there was little space for the occupants or crew. This 85 year old man scrambled up those ladders and through the small hatches and after taking a look at me suggested that maybe I would not be comfortable in the belly gun station. He was correct as I couldn't get in and was afraid that if I did I would never get out.
He flew 30 missions over Germany and his aircraft never suffered damage from enemy fire but he did straggle home on two engines because he had to close down two engines to preserve gas. He hit a head wind and his squadron lost three aircraft because of mother nature. He had so many stories and after an hour or so he took my picture in front of the B17 and went his way. I was so impressed with the aircraft but not as much as I was impressed with this older gentleman.
He would make a perfect grandfather and his manner was so gentle it was hard to imagine him as a wartime captain with a crew of ten being fearless in combat. After the war he returned to university to become a history professor. He formally left the air force in England and told me with a grin that he would not fly home unless he could keep the plane so he waited for a ship to return to the USA.
He said he had a fear of flying when others were at the controls and now travels by car, train and any other means except flying.This day was special for me and I picked up some pictures and took many for my grandson who is an air cadet. He also took glider training and wishes to be a pilot when he is through his education. The only thing that would make today better would be having him with me for the experience.
I have always been a little crazy about flying and went to see the planes at Ft. Myers. I was up and early being the first one to get to the gate. I was met by a Lt.Col who was one of the guides for the day. I was given a personal guide through all the planes and sat in all the seats that I could fit in. As large as the planes were ,there was little space for the occupants or crew. This 85 year old man scrambled up those ladders and through the small hatches and after taking a look at me suggested that maybe I would not be comfortable in the belly gun station. He was correct as I couldn't get in and was afraid that if I did I would never get out.
He flew 30 missions over Germany and his aircraft never suffered damage from enemy fire but he did straggle home on two engines because he had to close down two engines to preserve gas. He hit a head wind and his squadron lost three aircraft because of mother nature. He had so many stories and after an hour or so he took my picture in front of the B17 and went his way. I was so impressed with the aircraft but not as much as I was impressed with this older gentleman.
He would make a perfect grandfather and his manner was so gentle it was hard to imagine him as a wartime captain with a crew of ten being fearless in combat. After the war he returned to university to become a history professor. He formally left the air force in England and told me with a grin that he would not fly home unless he could keep the plane so he waited for a ship to return to the USA.
He said he had a fear of flying when others were at the controls and now travels by car, train and any other means except flying.This day was special for me and I picked up some pictures and took many for my grandson who is an air cadet. He also took glider training and wishes to be a pilot when he is through his education. The only thing that would make today better would be having him with me for the experience.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
The Ice Wagon
I heard the ice cream truck go bye yesterday and it reminded me of one of many happy times from the past. The ice cream truck was a brightly painted vehicle with music to capture the interest of the children. Two dollars bought you a small ice cream cut in squares and held with a wooden stick.
When I was a child we had the experience of having a ice delivery service to our homes. At first a team of horses pulled a huge wagon of ice covered with saw dust and the whole wagon covered with a tarp. Ice boxes were the best way of keeping food cool if you did not own a fridge. Most people in our end of town had these boxes and Allan's Ice Service came twice a week and delivered the ice directly to your door and ice box.
The ice man was very skilled and with his ice pick he could cut a 25 cent block and every size upward. There was little waste but we children followed the wagon until we had our fill of really cool ice. This was a great treat on a hot summer day and sometimes the driver would let us carry ice to our homes with the big tongs.
We got to know the iceman and respected him and we were appreciative of his generosity. One day he made a mistake and the cut was such that it was unsuitable for sale. He gave me the ice and I wrapped it up in my shirt and ran home to mom. Mom was quick on her feet an decided we should make ice cream that eve. We had an old three paddle ice cream maker and with our own cream , what could be better.
That evening after supper we all took our turn churning the cream until we had the most delicious vanilla ice cream. There was never enough to satisfy our hunger for this treat but Mom said it all came about because of the generosity of our ice man. I can still taste it and I have never had any since that could match Mom,s ice cream.
When I was a child we had the experience of having a ice delivery service to our homes. At first a team of horses pulled a huge wagon of ice covered with saw dust and the whole wagon covered with a tarp. Ice boxes were the best way of keeping food cool if you did not own a fridge. Most people in our end of town had these boxes and Allan's Ice Service came twice a week and delivered the ice directly to your door and ice box.
The ice man was very skilled and with his ice pick he could cut a 25 cent block and every size upward. There was little waste but we children followed the wagon until we had our fill of really cool ice. This was a great treat on a hot summer day and sometimes the driver would let us carry ice to our homes with the big tongs.
We got to know the iceman and respected him and we were appreciative of his generosity. One day he made a mistake and the cut was such that it was unsuitable for sale. He gave me the ice and I wrapped it up in my shirt and ran home to mom. Mom was quick on her feet an decided we should make ice cream that eve. We had an old three paddle ice cream maker and with our own cream , what could be better.
That evening after supper we all took our turn churning the cream until we had the most delicious vanilla ice cream. There was never enough to satisfy our hunger for this treat but Mom said it all came about because of the generosity of our ice man. I can still taste it and I have never had any since that could match Mom,s ice cream.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Smoking
In the summer of 1945 the celebrations for the end of WWII were over but the real celebrations were just getting started for our family. On this day two of my uncles arrived home from the war and landed at the station in Sydney Mines. The station was no more than a hundred meters from Ma Vickers' house. All the family and neighbours were at the house to welcome the heroes safely back in Cape Breton.
Hugs and kisses all around and tears of joy for their safe arrival. Tears of sadness for the ones who never returned and specially for my uncle Purvis who was killed in action. He was the youngest of all who volunteered and Ma Vickers' youngest to go overseas. I do not remember if there was drinking on that day but I do know everyone was drunk on happiness.
My two cousins and I found ourselves outside and my older cousin had a pack of cigarettes in his hand. He picked them up off the counter and with all the fuss nobody missed them. We were 8 and 9 years old and scrambled to the middle of the yard where an old apple tree became our hiding place for our adventure. Tall grass and some bushes covered us well and we each took a cigarette from the pack of Camels. There was no cork tip or filter but just a small bit of raw tobacco sticking out from the end.
With all our experience of watching people smoke we were having difficulty in getting the cigarette in our mouths the right way. The taste of that tobacco was was horrid but we persisted. My cousin scratched match on rock and after three attempts he lit his and our tobacco sticks. We puffed, inhaled and our heads exploded. We gagged and came close to getting sick when two shadows hovered over us. Two of our uncles stood there and under any other circumstances we would have been treated harshly.
I was glad for the intervention and lucky to get off with a scolding. That day taught me a lesson I am thankful up to this day that I never smoked another cigarette. Yes - I did puff a few cigars while fishing to keep the flies away, but I never inhaled. This was one thing I had in common with President Clinton - he never inhaled either.
I am eternally grateful for the lesson I learned as nearly every friend I had who is no longer with us smoked and died way to early.
Hugs and kisses all around and tears of joy for their safe arrival. Tears of sadness for the ones who never returned and specially for my uncle Purvis who was killed in action. He was the youngest of all who volunteered and Ma Vickers' youngest to go overseas. I do not remember if there was drinking on that day but I do know everyone was drunk on happiness.
My two cousins and I found ourselves outside and my older cousin had a pack of cigarettes in his hand. He picked them up off the counter and with all the fuss nobody missed them. We were 8 and 9 years old and scrambled to the middle of the yard where an old apple tree became our hiding place for our adventure. Tall grass and some bushes covered us well and we each took a cigarette from the pack of Camels. There was no cork tip or filter but just a small bit of raw tobacco sticking out from the end.
With all our experience of watching people smoke we were having difficulty in getting the cigarette in our mouths the right way. The taste of that tobacco was was horrid but we persisted. My cousin scratched match on rock and after three attempts he lit his and our tobacco sticks. We puffed, inhaled and our heads exploded. We gagged and came close to getting sick when two shadows hovered over us. Two of our uncles stood there and under any other circumstances we would have been treated harshly.
I was glad for the intervention and lucky to get off with a scolding. That day taught me a lesson I am thankful up to this day that I never smoked another cigarette. Yes - I did puff a few cigars while fishing to keep the flies away, but I never inhaled. This was one thing I had in common with President Clinton - he never inhaled either.
I am eternally grateful for the lesson I learned as nearly every friend I had who is no longer with us smoked and died way to early.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Resilient Farmers
Ten days after the coldest day in southwest Florida's history, the farmers' market opened. All the usual items were on sale but because of the frost damage there were some quality loss. The farmers were talking to their customers and explaining that the damage was not dangerous or inedible, only a little less attractive.
It was interesting to hear the exchanges between the farmers and customers. Numerous questions beginning with, "what do I do with my" ...."which was frost damaged". Time was taken and excellent advice shared by all who asked. People bought the corn with tips damaged, tomatoes with tiny black spots and peppers slightly wilted. It was the people who were saying keep up the good work and we support you.
In many cases the prices were lowered to make up for the lack of quality in the produce - we never cared. We wished to keep this market viable and we empathized with our farmers. This tragedy was a natural occurrence and nobody lost their life, only their living for a time.A couple of hundred miles to the south there was a human tragedy of mammoth proportions and the result was the loss of so many people,s lives. So when we look at our situation it fails to even register in comparison to Haiti.
World events make us realize that we are people of the planet and everyone is impacted when some of us experience pain and suffering. We hope there will be lessons learned from the Haiti earthquake and we will plan for situations in a more constructive way. No blame can be cast but everyone realized the lack of co-ordination and leadership caused many needless deaths. In our world with climate change about to cause many huge destructive situations we need a world plan to provide aid to the victims.
It was interesting to hear the exchanges between the farmers and customers. Numerous questions beginning with, "what do I do with my" ...."which was frost damaged". Time was taken and excellent advice shared by all who asked. People bought the corn with tips damaged, tomatoes with tiny black spots and peppers slightly wilted. It was the people who were saying keep up the good work and we support you.
In many cases the prices were lowered to make up for the lack of quality in the produce - we never cared. We wished to keep this market viable and we empathized with our farmers. This tragedy was a natural occurrence and nobody lost their life, only their living for a time.A couple of hundred miles to the south there was a human tragedy of mammoth proportions and the result was the loss of so many people,s lives. So when we look at our situation it fails to even register in comparison to Haiti.
World events make us realize that we are people of the planet and everyone is impacted when some of us experience pain and suffering. We hope there will be lessons learned from the Haiti earthquake and we will plan for situations in a more constructive way. No blame can be cast but everyone realized the lack of co-ordination and leadership caused many needless deaths. In our world with climate change about to cause many huge destructive situations we need a world plan to provide aid to the victims.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Back To School
Library functions have really changed over the years. Our librarian told me that the use has nearly doubled over the past three years. We have a library in each area of our city and each is a full service facility. Theresa and I saw a program that interested us about computers and signed up.
Unfortunately Theresa was unable to attend but I did. It was a pleasant experience and one I wish to repeat on a regular basis. The course was on do's and don't's with your computer. There were 60 places and you had to sign up. I arrived at least half an hour early and the crowd flowed into the seminar room. The room was all arranged and I chose a front seat. I did not want to miss anything.
I looked under several chairs to see if there was to be a door prize. None being there I settled in. The computer Dr. arrived exactly on time and started with a joke. Who owns a Dell computer? Hands flew in the air and he smiled and asked, "who found the farmer?". It got worse but he was great.
The average age of the students was over seventy and they were so enthusiastic. Each owned a computer and said they only owned one for less than five years on the average.
The Dr. went through all the possible items we should know and reinforced these with animated expressions. For one hour he never stopped. He was full of life and info and his audience was captured in his rhetoric. He suddenly stopped and answered questions. People told their horror stories and he explained. At exactly 11:25 it was over. Everyone clapped and he left.
What was remarkable about this was that here you had seniors who were still wishing to learn. They had fun. I remember when we as teachers tried to have our students experience the joy of learning. It is never too late to learn. Educators could learn from this as well. Make your topics relevant, exciting and meeting a need. We old folks were determined to have the Dr. back and carry us further along our learning path to help us communicate.
Unfortunately Theresa was unable to attend but I did. It was a pleasant experience and one I wish to repeat on a regular basis. The course was on do's and don't's with your computer. There were 60 places and you had to sign up. I arrived at least half an hour early and the crowd flowed into the seminar room. The room was all arranged and I chose a front seat. I did not want to miss anything.
I looked under several chairs to see if there was to be a door prize. None being there I settled in. The computer Dr. arrived exactly on time and started with a joke. Who owns a Dell computer? Hands flew in the air and he smiled and asked, "who found the farmer?". It got worse but he was great.
The average age of the students was over seventy and they were so enthusiastic. Each owned a computer and said they only owned one for less than five years on the average.
The Dr. went through all the possible items we should know and reinforced these with animated expressions. For one hour he never stopped. He was full of life and info and his audience was captured in his rhetoric. He suddenly stopped and answered questions. People told their horror stories and he explained. At exactly 11:25 it was over. Everyone clapped and he left.
What was remarkable about this was that here you had seniors who were still wishing to learn. They had fun. I remember when we as teachers tried to have our students experience the joy of learning. It is never too late to learn. Educators could learn from this as well. Make your topics relevant, exciting and meeting a need. We old folks were determined to have the Dr. back and carry us further along our learning path to help us communicate.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
The Jubilee Mine
The Jubilee coal mine was developed in a time when the world thirst for coal was at its peak. Just before WWII this mine was built just up the lane from our house. The mine frame towered over the whole area but the frame for the haulage wheels stood over 80 feet. These huge haulage wheels were used to bring material and coal to the surface. The wheels were about thirty feet in diameter and powered by a huge steam driven engine.This mine tapped into a multi seam vein of rich coal.
The development of this mine suddenly stopped at the end of the war before it brought a pound of coal to the surface.The building was boarded up and the entrance to the mine shaft was covered with railway ties. It stood for years and was a constant reminder of what could have been and once was.
For we who lived close by it offered a great challenge to explore. In spite of the warnings given by all our parents, it was too good to leave alone. At first we were contented to drop stones down through the cracks of the cover and count the seconds it took to hit the water. Later we found entrance to the building housing the huge engine and fan to send fresh air to the miners. The darkness and off limits added to the mystery of our investigations.
We made a blood oath not to tell anyone about this. Soon this became tame and we began to climb the structure holding the wheels. Further and further we climbed the structure without being caught. One day we decided to make the whole climb up to the wheels. The next day we climbed to the top platform but some got dizzy or scared and turned back to be cheerleaders for the rest of us.
From our vantage point we could see the whole town and right out to the ocean. We discovered that we could make the wheels turn if we stood together on the spokes and get it in motion. We had fun but became fearful and climbed down. This feat was more difficult than climbing up and I personally was very afraid but refused to admit it.
Word got around about what we did and we decided to make the climb again the next day. We did climb with a reduced number and we did get the wheels going very fast. We realized they would make a few revolutions after we got off the spokes so came the crowning glory. We decided to get the wheels moving quickly and hang on and make a free ride right around the world as we called it.
We also heard a creaking and moaning of the ungreased wheel which caught the attention of my grandmother who lived one house from the jubilee. She yelled so loud we scrambled to get down, only to be met by our relative who was a company policeman.We were in big trouble and were taken home to our parents. My mother gave me time to think of my deed before Dad arrived from his shift at the pit.
I received a suitable punishment but rationalized that the fun and adventure made it all worth while. Shortly after the buildings were demolished. There is no trace of the mining past in our town and the proud history of mining that employed thousands is all but forgotten. Maybe mining will be forgotten but I shall never forget the Jubilee Mine and our adventure in 1947.
The development of this mine suddenly stopped at the end of the war before it brought a pound of coal to the surface.The building was boarded up and the entrance to the mine shaft was covered with railway ties. It stood for years and was a constant reminder of what could have been and once was.
For we who lived close by it offered a great challenge to explore. In spite of the warnings given by all our parents, it was too good to leave alone. At first we were contented to drop stones down through the cracks of the cover and count the seconds it took to hit the water. Later we found entrance to the building housing the huge engine and fan to send fresh air to the miners. The darkness and off limits added to the mystery of our investigations.
We made a blood oath not to tell anyone about this. Soon this became tame and we began to climb the structure holding the wheels. Further and further we climbed the structure without being caught. One day we decided to make the whole climb up to the wheels. The next day we climbed to the top platform but some got dizzy or scared and turned back to be cheerleaders for the rest of us.
From our vantage point we could see the whole town and right out to the ocean. We discovered that we could make the wheels turn if we stood together on the spokes and get it in motion. We had fun but became fearful and climbed down. This feat was more difficult than climbing up and I personally was very afraid but refused to admit it.
Word got around about what we did and we decided to make the climb again the next day. We did climb with a reduced number and we did get the wheels going very fast. We realized they would make a few revolutions after we got off the spokes so came the crowning glory. We decided to get the wheels moving quickly and hang on and make a free ride right around the world as we called it.
We also heard a creaking and moaning of the ungreased wheel which caught the attention of my grandmother who lived one house from the jubilee. She yelled so loud we scrambled to get down, only to be met by our relative who was a company policeman.We were in big trouble and were taken home to our parents. My mother gave me time to think of my deed before Dad arrived from his shift at the pit.
I received a suitable punishment but rationalized that the fun and adventure made it all worth while. Shortly after the buildings were demolished. There is no trace of the mining past in our town and the proud history of mining that employed thousands is all but forgotten. Maybe mining will be forgotten but I shall never forget the Jubilee Mine and our adventure in 1947.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Tip of The Iceberg
Climate change has come upon us so quickly that we haven't had the chance to really assess the implications. Here in Florida where frost was only a word in the southwest we have had vivid evidence of the changes. The last few years we have had heavy ground frost with killing results in the agriculture industry. The beaches which are the great natural resource for the tourist industry were naked for almost two weeks and the water temp. dropped to the fifties in the otherwise warm Gulf of Mexico.Tropical vegetation is being devastated and native grasses are killed by the frosty mornings. Records dating back to 1895 were broken and people are beginning to wonder about the future. Personally I have observed the change as I have been planting tender crops at least twice a season for four years.
Native fish have died by the thousands during the past weeks and the Snook and Tarpon season has been closed for the rest of the year. Other changes are evident as well and our experts are sorting out the data to help us understand.Climate change will have a profound impact on how we live during the next decades. Our sun belt may experience modifications to the products they can grow and some land will surely become useless for agriculture altogether.
Northern areas of Canada may become productive and fill some of the gaps left by dramatic changes. Every day we hear about doom and gloom connected with climate change but be reassured that there will be positive changes as well. We are only seeing the tip of the iceberg.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Brown Greens
After the heavy frost hit Southwest Florida a transformation of the countryside took place. Almost overnight the green lawns and trees turned brown. Nowhere was this more noticeable than at the golf courses where the perfect, lush grass on the greens turned to a chocolate brown. The courses recently went through the over-seeding process to prepare for winter.
This causes the greens to have a different texture after cutting and insures a good quality grass to please all the northern golfers who come for winter respite. Theresa and I play with a group of seniors every Friday and for many it was the first time they saw brown greens. The speed and texture was the same as live grass but the illusion caused many to say they would not play there anymore.
We got used to it after few holes and were surprised to find little or no difference from live grass. We better get used to it as it will take several months to correct the situation. Brown lawns are everywhere and after the initial shock there was acceptance as we are victim of the climate change. There will be a saving of water and other fertilizers so that will be a positive benefit. So we have to get used to brown greens and lawns, at least for the time being.
This causes the greens to have a different texture after cutting and insures a good quality grass to please all the northern golfers who come for winter respite. Theresa and I play with a group of seniors every Friday and for many it was the first time they saw brown greens. The speed and texture was the same as live grass but the illusion caused many to say they would not play there anymore.
We got used to it after few holes and were surprised to find little or no difference from live grass. We better get used to it as it will take several months to correct the situation. Brown lawns are everywhere and after the initial shock there was acceptance as we are victim of the climate change. There will be a saving of water and other fertilizers so that will be a positive benefit. So we have to get used to brown greens and lawns, at least for the time being.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Horned Owls
Theresa and I watch over two Bald Eagle nests. It is an almost daily exercise to see them. Magnificent birds and good parents who show tough love. This winter only one nest is being used by eagles and they are presently sitting on eggs. This pair has added to the eagle population by nine over the past five years. They changed their religion once when they moved their nest from a spare lot to a Roman Catholic churchyard.
One day they just left and took most of their nest and found a perfect tree. The problem was that the area they chose was designated as a sight for a youth center. Florida law prohibits building any structure in an area where eagles live and have laid eggs. Now these birds live in a beautiful location and the church has to wait to complete its building project.
The second nest was invaded by a lazy great horned owl couple. The owls just took over the sight and are going to have a family there. We cannot wait as the fledgings of these great owls are exciting to watch. This occur ed before and we visited them often. So clumsy looking and large but make no mistake, they are powerful invaders. They, the owls are lazy and prefer to locate in already built eagle nests.
Over the next few weeks I shall take pictures and share them with you. In the meantime Theresa and I will be bird watchers and enjoy the thrill of seeing the eagles and owls raise their families.
One day they just left and took most of their nest and found a perfect tree. The problem was that the area they chose was designated as a sight for a youth center. Florida law prohibits building any structure in an area where eagles live and have laid eggs. Now these birds live in a beautiful location and the church has to wait to complete its building project.
The second nest was invaded by a lazy great horned owl couple. The owls just took over the sight and are going to have a family there. We cannot wait as the fledgings of these great owls are exciting to watch. This occur ed before and we visited them often. So clumsy looking and large but make no mistake, they are powerful invaders. They, the owls are lazy and prefer to locate in already built eagle nests.
Over the next few weeks I shall take pictures and share them with you. In the meantime Theresa and I will be bird watchers and enjoy the thrill of seeing the eagles and owls raise their families.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Haiti
Everyone knows about Haiti now because of the tragic circumstances around the earthquake. There are 600,000 Haitians living here in Florida and they are impacting the state now in a big way. The Haitian people living here are mostly migrant workers and with the big freeze they are out of work. Now with their homeland earthquake, they are no longer an invisible minority.
The Haitiam people show up everywhere - in our nursing, in our schools as teachers - anywhere there is work. For years there were barriers put up to stop the migration of these souls from entering the USA. President Obama has dropped the barriers and allowed the illegals to stay and work to send needed money back home.
This has been a humanitarian effort to help the people recover from a once in a lifetime disaster. People everywhere were impacted by the images shown on CNN and have given dollars, medical supplies and food to help. The effort was overwhelming and the outreach was greater than the ability for the goods to be delivered. Americans are a generous people and this is probably because most of the population came from countries where similar tragedy was common. In any event the extent of the earthquake will be heard for years to come and in the final days Haiti will be a better place to live.
Our hearts broke at the sight of children dying - because -in our view - there was no infrastructure in place to help. It pricks all of our consciences. because we have so much. Perhaps it helps us to appreciate life more and make us more of children of the universe. Just perhaps the "right wing" will be more willing to share the wealth and make life better for all mankind .... not just for the wealthy.
To the people of Haiti, there is a social conscience and you will reap the benefit of a sharing and caring America.
The Haitiam people show up everywhere - in our nursing, in our schools as teachers - anywhere there is work. For years there were barriers put up to stop the migration of these souls from entering the USA. President Obama has dropped the barriers and allowed the illegals to stay and work to send needed money back home.
This has been a humanitarian effort to help the people recover from a once in a lifetime disaster. People everywhere were impacted by the images shown on CNN and have given dollars, medical supplies and food to help. The effort was overwhelming and the outreach was greater than the ability for the goods to be delivered. Americans are a generous people and this is probably because most of the population came from countries where similar tragedy was common. In any event the extent of the earthquake will be heard for years to come and in the final days Haiti will be a better place to live.
Our hearts broke at the sight of children dying - because -in our view - there was no infrastructure in place to help. It pricks all of our consciences. because we have so much. Perhaps it helps us to appreciate life more and make us more of children of the universe. Just perhaps the "right wing" will be more willing to share the wealth and make life better for all mankind .... not just for the wealthy.
To the people of Haiti, there is a social conscience and you will reap the benefit of a sharing and caring America.
Friday, January 15, 2010
PROROGUING PARLIAMENT
The prime minister of Canada used a process called proroguing to shut down the parliament for an indefinite period. Faced with scandals and questions which are difficult for him to understand and impossible for him to answer brings the most undemocratic situation to bear. This tool was used back in 1375 AD to bring about the dismissal of parliament in Britain. It has been used a few times since.
The Prime Minister, Mr. Harper is somewhat a dictator in his methods to make decisions without parliament. In a minority he should be reaching out for consensus as he did have the basic support for his plans and programs from all parties. This latest in a list of undemocratic methods used by this Prime Minister will not sit well with the Canadian public.
In my opinion I see a real opportunity for Mr. Harper to show leadership and bring the country together. We as a nation came through the recession with policies supported by all parties in pretty good shape as compared to other countries. As a resource based economy we do not have the great fluctuation as our resources are necessary in all times. Oil and gas, metals, forestry and agricultural products are strong commodities in the world and add to our stability.
We need parliament to be in session for the Olympics, our armed forces, fiscal leadership and domestic challenges at home and abroad. The rapid drop in popularity of the Conservatives Party indicates how we as Canadians feel.
I would suggest since Mr. Harper put parliament out of work that their salaries should reflect this change. Get back to work Mr. Prime Minister and get parliament working for the people of Canada . If the challenge is too great for you maybe you could consider standing aside and letting one of your colleague's from parliament have a turn at running the country, he or she might bring democracy back to life on the hill in Ottawa.
The Prime Minister, Mr. Harper is somewhat a dictator in his methods to make decisions without parliament. In a minority he should be reaching out for consensus as he did have the basic support for his plans and programs from all parties. This latest in a list of undemocratic methods used by this Prime Minister will not sit well with the Canadian public.
In my opinion I see a real opportunity for Mr. Harper to show leadership and bring the country together. We as a nation came through the recession with policies supported by all parties in pretty good shape as compared to other countries. As a resource based economy we do not have the great fluctuation as our resources are necessary in all times. Oil and gas, metals, forestry and agricultural products are strong commodities in the world and add to our stability.
We need parliament to be in session for the Olympics, our armed forces, fiscal leadership and domestic challenges at home and abroad. The rapid drop in popularity of the Conservatives Party indicates how we as Canadians feel.
I would suggest since Mr. Harper put parliament out of work that their salaries should reflect this change. Get back to work Mr. Prime Minister and get parliament working for the people of Canada . If the challenge is too great for you maybe you could consider standing aside and letting one of your colleague's from parliament have a turn at running the country, he or she might bring democracy back to life on the hill in Ottawa.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Instant Joy
I received an email from friend Doug. He announced that he was the proud grandfather to a baby boy. He already had two beautiful and smart grand daughters but he wanted a buddy for his old age. Someone to watch him play hockey and other sports. This will be the case and a new dimension has been added to his already rich life.
We were fortunate in so much as we had our grand children at a relatively young age and they became a second family. Their development from baby to adulthood came about so quickly that we now look forward to great grand children. Many things can enrich your life but children and grand children truly make us whole. They complete the circle and cause us to reflect on life in a positive manner.
As Doug and Pat will have life changing moments with there new found joy so will the yet unnamed child benefit from the time experienced with them. Many of our special moments come about when we saw our children and grandchildren perform on the ice rink, school basketball court or singing in the church choir.The really special moment is holding that little person for the first time and dreaming of the future he will have in the years ahead.
By the time we develop into competent parents our job would become obsolete were it not for the next stage in our growth as people. We become grandparents and usually do a better job because of our practise as parents.We share in our friends happiness at this time and look back on our own memories from the past.
We were fortunate in so much as we had our grand children at a relatively young age and they became a second family. Their development from baby to adulthood came about so quickly that we now look forward to great grand children. Many things can enrich your life but children and grand children truly make us whole. They complete the circle and cause us to reflect on life in a positive manner.
As Doug and Pat will have life changing moments with there new found joy so will the yet unnamed child benefit from the time experienced with them. Many of our special moments come about when we saw our children and grandchildren perform on the ice rink, school basketball court or singing in the church choir.The really special moment is holding that little person for the first time and dreaming of the future he will have in the years ahead.
By the time we develop into competent parents our job would become obsolete were it not for the next stage in our growth as people. We become grandparents and usually do a better job because of our practise as parents.We share in our friends happiness at this time and look back on our own memories from the past.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Thank God It's Over
Yesterday I packed my golf clubs and headed to the Royal Tee for our Tuesday men's golf. It was 6.30 am and the temperature was 3o degrees Farenheit. As I went to my van it was entirely covered in white frost. The bird bath was frozen solid and our roof was a clean white. I took a few pictures and let my van warm up and listened to the radio. The happy announcer declared in a joyful voice that the big freeze was officially over.What station did I have? I didn't look over from where I sat. I drove the 4 miles to the golf course only to see all the shrubbery and flowers still covered with frost cloth. When I arrived there was a strange stillness about the parking lot. Two cars filled the 200 spaces but I was not influenced. I dragged my 40 pound bag filled with 14 clubs and about a 100 golf balls to the nearest cart and drove to the pro shop.
The Englishman was there as usual and notched my card before telling me that the course was closed until 11 am. I wandered into the cafeteria and bought a green tea and waited. Only my partner Ron showed up for our 7:19 am tee time. Looking at the course it was a winter wonderland with white frost covering the entire length and breath of the course. Egrets large and small huddled along the banks of the lake and two eagles clung to the branch of a dead pine. Steam poured from the manhole and small wild parrots sat with ruffled feathers on the grate.
It was s surreal sight for Florida and I drank the fleeting beauty as the sun would quickly erase this nature painted phenomenon as surely as she painted it.Ron and I spoke little for a while but were both knew what we were treated too. Within half an hour the beauty faded to be replaced by dying vegetation and a scene of sorrow.
People started to arrive and everyone discussed the weather and the fact that the big freeze was over. Because of the hour few witnessed nature's way of telling us the power she possessed and despite the tremendous losses over the past ten days she gave a final indication of her love to all who open their eyes to her beauty.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Asbestos
A multi million dollar road project has been put on hold pending an investigation about asbestos found in some of the fill used for the project. Small amounts were discovered by inspectors monitoring the project. Work was halted even thought the fill used was to be covered by feet of other material. For this action to be taken supports the idea of just how dangerous a commodity we are dealing with.
Years ago the use of asbestos was banned in Canada for building projects. Schools and other public buildings had to be cleansed of this material and huge amounts of money were allocated to this end. The very use of the word asbestos brought bad thoughts to mind because of the deadly effect it has had on people who breathed the deadly fibers only to find lethal results years later.
In spite of the evidence and laws banning its use in Canada the government turns a blind eye to the export of this commodity to other countries like India and China. In these countries there is wide spread use of asbestos as a hardener for concrete and building materials. Few or no special care is taken during these processes and workers are in direct contact with this material daily.
Perhaps the asbestos lobby from Quebec is so strong that it has become a political hot potato. With all conscience, to turn a blind eye there must be fear on the part of the government to lose votes if action results in dollars being lost to the lethal industry. This double standard is present in other policies where votes outweigh common sense.This is not a 2010 problem but for many years every government has neglected its duty to act and act responsibly.
The other issue is the tar sands and our greatest contributor to pollution and climate change. Since the USA imports 40 per cent of its oil and gas from Canada and Alberta fills its coffers from the royalties there is little incentive for the government to act in a responsible way. There is a huge lobby for lack of control in the oil patch and it is not likely to change. This is the reason Canada has eased up to the American policy on global warming and forsook its independent stand on the world stage.
These issues are not new but it would be helpful if our government would face these issues in the new year and bring about productive , creative resolution to an otherwise destructive situation
Years ago the use of asbestos was banned in Canada for building projects. Schools and other public buildings had to be cleansed of this material and huge amounts of money were allocated to this end. The very use of the word asbestos brought bad thoughts to mind because of the deadly effect it has had on people who breathed the deadly fibers only to find lethal results years later.
In spite of the evidence and laws banning its use in Canada the government turns a blind eye to the export of this commodity to other countries like India and China. In these countries there is wide spread use of asbestos as a hardener for concrete and building materials. Few or no special care is taken during these processes and workers are in direct contact with this material daily.
Perhaps the asbestos lobby from Quebec is so strong that it has become a political hot potato. With all conscience, to turn a blind eye there must be fear on the part of the government to lose votes if action results in dollars being lost to the lethal industry. This double standard is present in other policies where votes outweigh common sense.This is not a 2010 problem but for many years every government has neglected its duty to act and act responsibly.
The other issue is the tar sands and our greatest contributor to pollution and climate change. Since the USA imports 40 per cent of its oil and gas from Canada and Alberta fills its coffers from the royalties there is little incentive for the government to act in a responsible way. There is a huge lobby for lack of control in the oil patch and it is not likely to change. This is the reason Canada has eased up to the American policy on global warming and forsook its independent stand on the world stage.
These issues are not new but it would be helpful if our government would face these issues in the new year and bring about productive , creative resolution to an otherwise destructive situation
Monday, January 11, 2010
Comfort Food
With the cooler weather here in Florida we are able to feel better by cooking our favourite comfort foods. The first to come to mind is stew. We were practically brought up on hearty stew.It comes in many forms but my favourite is to cook the stew and cover with baking powder biscuit crust. Twenty minutes in the oven and there you are with a perfect meal for cold weather.We have had two in the last ten days. The upside is that you also clean out your fridge of all those odds and ends which have been there too long.
The second is home made beans. Despite the obvious drawbacks these little fellows are hearty and easy to make. Full of protein and with explosive power they can qualify as comfort food. I always add ginger to my beans and this gives the warm taste you need during the cold. Of course you must have home made biscuits or bread as well. Here we prefer corn bread and molasses. This gives a potent punch.
For my third choice I would add a large pot of home made soup. Any flavour including scotch broth will do but some stay away from the barely in the Scottish broth. Make enough for several meals and add something every time you reheat. Cooking during these down days is a wonderful diversion and the reward is comfort food that is so good.
The second is home made beans. Despite the obvious drawbacks these little fellows are hearty and easy to make. Full of protein and with explosive power they can qualify as comfort food. I always add ginger to my beans and this gives the warm taste you need during the cold. Of course you must have home made biscuits or bread as well. Here we prefer corn bread and molasses. This gives a potent punch.
For my third choice I would add a large pot of home made soup. Any flavour including scotch broth will do but some stay away from the barely in the Scottish broth. Make enough for several meals and add something every time you reheat. Cooking during these down days is a wonderful diversion and the reward is comfort food that is so good.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Inexperience Cost Me
On a cold day in Cambridge Bay I had the good idea of going caribou hunting to the east end of Victoria Island. The word from pilots was that the animals were moving near Cochran point. This was a favourite crossing for part of the herd going south for winter. I planned to go with a Inuit friend but he decided to stay home
Buck, my faithful dog was ready for the task. We loaded our kamatik with all the necessities including the extras in case we had a problem and would have to set up camp. I packed two of everything and brought 20 gals of extra gas. I put de-icer in the gas as the temperature was about 40 below and with the wind it hovered around 55 below. This was not unusually cold but on a snow machine travelling at 35 mph it felt a little uncomfortable.
Buck rode in the kamatik and I took the ocean route until it became too rough because of the pressure ridges. I avoided the pernamium off the point and headed inland. Sixty miles had to be travelled before I would reach my hunting area.
Everything was going well and I saw three Arctic hare which excited Buck and I had to wait for him after his futile forage to catch one of these agile rabbits. We continued and the wind came up and visibility became non existent. Local Inuit say that you should stop and wait under these conditions but I was only 15 miles to the cape.
I managed to keep course until suddenly I was thrown from my machine. I hit a large snow covered rock travelling at 15 mph. After I gathered myself I discovered I lost a ski off the snow machine. After examination I realized I was in trouble. My kamatik was overturned and some of my supplies were scattered. I quickly gathered them and repacked them and tried to think.
I knew I should make camp and try to jury some form of ski for the trip home. I also knew I should prepare for the upcoming storm. Buck was worried and sat by the broken ski so I decided to work on a repair plan. With wire, some bolts, rope and wood splints I began to feel a little better. Buck watched the effort and sympathized with me when I blew hot air through my hands to keep warm. Basically I was very worm with my caribou leggings and fur coat and hat. Only my hands were exposed and I was in pain.
Suddenly Buck perked up and gave me that look. He heard the hoof on rock sound of caribou approaching on the run. I grabbed my rifle and loaded it with a new clip and waited. I had to control Buck so I gathered him in to me and told him to be quiet. He was and the animals came even closer. By the sound there was a small family herd of a dozen or so. Suddenly they stopped and began to walk. They passed within thirty feet of us. As they passed they paid little attention to us so I bagged two. Off they ran and the reason was a pack of wolves were following.
This worried me even more as these hungry wolves might think my game was fair game for them. Buck began to bare his teeth and snarl. He was half wolf and had a hate for wolves as he was attacked by them only last year. The caribou disappeared and so did the wolves. The wolves numbering five were hunting and never gave us a look.
Now I had to prepare the animals and pack them in the kamatik. I gave Buck a good feed but he only ate some and buried the rest. Now we were off for the trip home. The jouried ski worked well for a while but after a few miles I had to re do the job. This was the pattern for the next 20 hours. My eagerness to get out on the land made me break one of my cardinal rules . Never go out alone when the weather is bad. This time I was lucky and Buck and I arrived home the next day at seven in the evening.
I was scared for a while and lost for a while but managed to get home because of the strobe lights on the Loran Tower. I shared the fresh meat with friends and elders and made a promise never to repeat that inexperienced decision again. I kept the promise until the next time I didn't.
Buck, my faithful dog was ready for the task. We loaded our kamatik with all the necessities including the extras in case we had a problem and would have to set up camp. I packed two of everything and brought 20 gals of extra gas. I put de-icer in the gas as the temperature was about 40 below and with the wind it hovered around 55 below. This was not unusually cold but on a snow machine travelling at 35 mph it felt a little uncomfortable.
Buck rode in the kamatik and I took the ocean route until it became too rough because of the pressure ridges. I avoided the pernamium off the point and headed inland. Sixty miles had to be travelled before I would reach my hunting area.
Everything was going well and I saw three Arctic hare which excited Buck and I had to wait for him after his futile forage to catch one of these agile rabbits. We continued and the wind came up and visibility became non existent. Local Inuit say that you should stop and wait under these conditions but I was only 15 miles to the cape.
I managed to keep course until suddenly I was thrown from my machine. I hit a large snow covered rock travelling at 15 mph. After I gathered myself I discovered I lost a ski off the snow machine. After examination I realized I was in trouble. My kamatik was overturned and some of my supplies were scattered. I quickly gathered them and repacked them and tried to think.
I knew I should make camp and try to jury some form of ski for the trip home. I also knew I should prepare for the upcoming storm. Buck was worried and sat by the broken ski so I decided to work on a repair plan. With wire, some bolts, rope and wood splints I began to feel a little better. Buck watched the effort and sympathized with me when I blew hot air through my hands to keep warm. Basically I was very worm with my caribou leggings and fur coat and hat. Only my hands were exposed and I was in pain.
Suddenly Buck perked up and gave me that look. He heard the hoof on rock sound of caribou approaching on the run. I grabbed my rifle and loaded it with a new clip and waited. I had to control Buck so I gathered him in to me and told him to be quiet. He was and the animals came even closer. By the sound there was a small family herd of a dozen or so. Suddenly they stopped and began to walk. They passed within thirty feet of us. As they passed they paid little attention to us so I bagged two. Off they ran and the reason was a pack of wolves were following.
This worried me even more as these hungry wolves might think my game was fair game for them. Buck began to bare his teeth and snarl. He was half wolf and had a hate for wolves as he was attacked by them only last year. The caribou disappeared and so did the wolves. The wolves numbering five were hunting and never gave us a look.
Now I had to prepare the animals and pack them in the kamatik. I gave Buck a good feed but he only ate some and buried the rest. Now we were off for the trip home. The jouried ski worked well for a while but after a few miles I had to re do the job. This was the pattern for the next 20 hours. My eagerness to get out on the land made me break one of my cardinal rules . Never go out alone when the weather is bad. This time I was lucky and Buck and I arrived home the next day at seven in the evening.
I was scared for a while and lost for a while but managed to get home because of the strobe lights on the Loran Tower. I shared the fresh meat with friends and elders and made a promise never to repeat that inexperienced decision again. I kept the promise until the next time I didn't.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Frost Impact
With this being the ninth day of record low,s the impact on the flora, fauna and all of nature is incredible. Not all impacts are negative as some are quite the opposite. The manatees are crowding near the effluents from power stations and people are going there in droves to see, these creatures. many for the first time. Personally I think they are an ugly animal, often referred to as sea cows. This is because like cows they eat sea grasses all day and they pollute constantly.Other creatures of the sea like sharks, large fish and turtles try to find a place to keep warm. Some 200 threatened green turtles were found floundering near shore and were taken to a place to be kept warm for a time before release to the wild. One leather back turtle weighing over eight hundred pounds had to be taken to the hospital for a few days for medication and was released way off shore yesterday.
Iguanas who take to the trees during cold weather were seen falling from their perch when the temperature of their bodies reach 60 degrees. In one area hundreds were suffering this fate. People were concerned but last year over 6000 were captured and killed by freezing to rid the area of these creatures.
The birds are hunkering down as well and not one was seen at our feeder where many usually feed there every day. To say the least this extended cold spell has made everyone here aware of the impact weather has on our well being. Street people are nearly invisible here in Florida because of the warm weather but suddenly hundreds appear at sleeping shelters and their presence is magnified.
Our farmers are fighting a losing battle and already millions of dollars in frost damage is just the beginning. I lost all my banana trees and the tomatoes also. Out papaya tree is marginal and after tonight it will be a goner.
Our largest arts festival held here will be totally ruined and other events will have to be cancelled. Some schools without windows had to close and so on. People here are experiencing difficulties now that we from more temperate climates have dealt with forever.
The good thing here is that people are beginning to realize how important the weather is in our lives and probably will address the bigger picture of global warming in a more serious manner.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Steam Cleaning
It started out to be one of those days when not much was happening. I made the mistake of asking the girls if there was anything which needed to be done. Well the water from the fridge was not flowing very well so I fixed that. The arms on the kitchen chairs were less than clean so I began the task of cleaning them to find out that the white oak paint had actually worn off.
The next thing I noticed when the arms were squeaky clean was that the fabric was covered with little spots. Some time ago we bought a floor steamer to keep the tile floor clean. As a bonus we were giver a magic hand steamer for small chores. Now would be a good time to try it out.
Six chairs were cleaned and I was surprised how good a job it did. The dining room was right there so what the heck, get them as well.These were actually OK but I looked them over as well. I was about to go and write when it was mentioned how bright and shiny the room looked but the floor was a mess.
The large floor steamer was brought to use and I completed the task in about twenty minutes. After washing the cloth cleaners and putting everything away I escaped to the computer and here I am. I was determined to keep my mouth shut unless I am ready to do the walk. I felt good about the result in any case and now I can say I am a qualified steam cleaner.
The next thing I noticed when the arms were squeaky clean was that the fabric was covered with little spots. Some time ago we bought a floor steamer to keep the tile floor clean. As a bonus we were giver a magic hand steamer for small chores. Now would be a good time to try it out.
Six chairs were cleaned and I was surprised how good a job it did. The dining room was right there so what the heck, get them as well.These were actually OK but I looked them over as well. I was about to go and write when it was mentioned how bright and shiny the room looked but the floor was a mess.
The large floor steamer was brought to use and I completed the task in about twenty minutes. After washing the cloth cleaners and putting everything away I escaped to the computer and here I am. I was determined to keep my mouth shut unless I am ready to do the walk. I felt good about the result in any case and now I can say I am a qualified steam cleaner.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Florida Frost
This ten day cold snap across North America is breaking records in Florida. Below freezing temperatures were common last eve and this is just the beginning. I personally covered tomatoes, beans, lettuce and everything I thought would freeze. This morning there was heavy thick white frost over every rooftop and the cars were the same.
We have a well and sprinkler system so I watered early in the morning and probably saved the plants. The temperature of the ground water is about fifty and a half hour of watering warmed up the earth. When I started the sprinklers there was a huge cloud of steam that rose from our garden. It was an experience I shall have to repeat for the next five or six days.
The impact on the Florida economy could be significant if the citrus crop fails. Already the tomato and strawberry crops are in trouble. Some people are saying, what global warming?
We have a well and sprinkler system so I watered early in the morning and probably saved the plants. The temperature of the ground water is about fifty and a half hour of watering warmed up the earth. When I started the sprinklers there was a huge cloud of steam that rose from our garden. It was an experience I shall have to repeat for the next five or six days.
The impact on the Florida economy could be significant if the citrus crop fails. Already the tomato and strawberry crops are in trouble. Some people are saying, what global warming?
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
World's Largest Violin
Cape Breton is is one place in Canada that you are almost always within earshot of fiddle music. From the early Scottish and French settlers came a proud and distinctive sound that is known around the world in music circles relating to the fiddle. As a child I heard the sound of the fiddle while delivering newspapers. At most family gatherings and celebrations the fiddle was the main instrument but bagpipes came a close second.From this heritage came Canadian and world class musicians with that distinct recognition of being a Cape Breton fiddler. The city of Sydney has become a destination for tour boats and the focal point is the international dock on the harbour front. Theresa and I recently visited the site last summer and enjoyed the entertainment each night on the waterfront. Talented artists played not only for the coins they were given but by people who performed for the sheer joy of sharing their interest.
The city and tourists information people had a large fiddle built and placed in a prominent place for all to see. It stands out because of its size and significance to the fiddle tradition of the area.One must see it and hear it to gain the true feeling one gets from seeing something spectacular. You would not be disappointed if you spent a few hours on the boardwalk of Sydney and listening to the fiddle music resonate up and down the waterfront.
Looking Back
Today being my birthday I look back a little with fond memories. I always say that I never had a bad day but some days bad things happened. I still believe this and rarely look back. The places I lived or visited, the people I know or met and the experiences I realized make me what I am today. I feel that I am extremely happy and grateful for the totality of all that was and look forward to the future.As a self actuated person the future is a gift to be cherished and shared with all who make my life complete.Many years ago I was influenced by Professor Newberry, a philosophy advocate who taught me to see the world as a vast opportunity to discover the joys of participating in this exciting structure. He saw joy in understanding the true meaning of being a citizen who believed in the universal currency of human rights and the worth of every living soul.
Looking back I see the branches of our family tree growing and how we can be a force for good. So many people drift through life without causing a ripple but I see our family causing a storm for the betterment of society. I am proud of the contributions of our young people who are passionate about life and making a difference.
Looking ahead I see that there will be times for celebrations for deeds performed and goals met. I shall try to inspire and motivate our family to be the best that they are capable of being. Looking back might be of some value but looking ahead is so much more productive.I have been given 73 good years and look forward to many more filled with exciting experiences and surprises .
Monday, January 4, 2010
Crabs - Environmentally Friendly
I have read so many blogs about crabs lately that I have to put in my two cents. Here in Florida the stone crab season is in full swing. This fishery pours millions of dollars into the local economy. It is an inshore exercise with most of the fishing performed by individuals. The crabs are full of meat and are delicious. It seems everyone has a special way of preparing these tasty morsels but I have never tasted a bad one.
Now to the real good part. These local crab fishermen only take one claw from the crab. They know how to break away the claw without killing the crab, and throw it back in the water. The crab quickly grows another and in a short period of time is ready to be harvested. Now that is a renewable resource. There are strict laws protecting this resource and it should flourish for years to come. Next time you come to Florida have stone crab realizing you are helping the fishermen and not hurting the environment.
Now to the real good part. These local crab fishermen only take one claw from the crab. They know how to break away the claw without killing the crab, and throw it back in the water. The crab quickly grows another and in a short period of time is ready to be harvested. Now that is a renewable resource. There are strict laws protecting this resource and it should flourish for years to come. Next time you come to Florida have stone crab realizing you are helping the fishermen and not hurting the environment.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
The Big Freeze
Every year in Florida there is a cold spell. The crackers (locals) call it the big freeze because of the impact on the economy. Firstly the people who come to Florida for the sun and beaches stay away in droves. The farmers who have tender crops work to protect their livelihood by working 24/7 and mostly win the battle.We who just live here cover our pools and stay away from the beaches. This year we are in for a week of extra cold weather with temperatures dropping to the thirties and only reaching the sixties during the day. It seems like a joke to northern folks but when the mercury drops below fifty, people bundle up and layer their clothes like they lived in Alaska.
Golf days are Tuesday and I dress pretty much as I always do with shorts and golf shirt and a vest. Everyone thinks I am crazy but to see them it would make you laugh. Warm gloves, layered clothes with a heavy jacket and hoods or toques. We look forward to these days to mow the lawn or do heavy work. Perhaps it makes us feel at home. I like it as it is a real advantage to win the pot of money at the golf course.
I have empathy for the farmers and their crops. A freeze here can cost a billion dollars a day in lost revenue. We can talk about it, speculate about it, complain about it but nobody can do a damn thing about the weather.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
2009
2009 was a year filled with emotional highs and lows. New members to the clan came as a result of my grandniece having a baby boy. Nephews and grandchildren extended the family by introducing their boy and girl friends. This is a good moment for we who cherish the extension of our family. We have become a little United Nations and I personally love the diversification.
We suffered losses as well with the death of my brother Murray and brother-in-law Richard Arlen. These two left behind young families and will be missed - but remembered. Some of our clan lost jobs, were promoted or just started working and going to school. To these people we can only say good luck.
2009 gave Theresa and I another year of adventures and travel. Our lifestyle is a blessing and we count ourselves fortunate. This year we have plans for further travel and even more time with our families. Personally I wish to complete my book and continue blogging when I have the time. One immediate goal is to master Tai Chi and make the old timers ball team here in Cape Coral.
This was a challenging year for many and as I see many of my acquaintances suffering from economic fatigue, I know that this year will be better but slow in recovering. Everyone has to live within his or her financial means until this is over. If everyone did this the country would get a real boost. The biggest problem we have was not the fault of the greedy banks alone but our own greed in living beyond our means with plastic and a willing lender.
In a few days I have a birthday and as I look around to friends and family I see such a change over the years and I must stop telling my grandchildren how it was 70 years ago. Life now is so different from and more complicated than the life of yesterday that I wonder how the young people survive as well as they do. We older folks can offer a hand when necessary to keep things in perspective as long as we don't act too wise.
So I say goodbye to 2009 and welcome 2010 with high hopes and expectation for a world without wars and tragedies, and replaced with order and respect, to bring peace to our troubled and sick world.
We suffered losses as well with the death of my brother Murray and brother-in-law Richard Arlen. These two left behind young families and will be missed - but remembered. Some of our clan lost jobs, were promoted or just started working and going to school. To these people we can only say good luck.
2009 gave Theresa and I another year of adventures and travel. Our lifestyle is a blessing and we count ourselves fortunate. This year we have plans for further travel and even more time with our families. Personally I wish to complete my book and continue blogging when I have the time. One immediate goal is to master Tai Chi and make the old timers ball team here in Cape Coral.
This was a challenging year for many and as I see many of my acquaintances suffering from economic fatigue, I know that this year will be better but slow in recovering. Everyone has to live within his or her financial means until this is over. If everyone did this the country would get a real boost. The biggest problem we have was not the fault of the greedy banks alone but our own greed in living beyond our means with plastic and a willing lender.
In a few days I have a birthday and as I look around to friends and family I see such a change over the years and I must stop telling my grandchildren how it was 70 years ago. Life now is so different from and more complicated than the life of yesterday that I wonder how the young people survive as well as they do. We older folks can offer a hand when necessary to keep things in perspective as long as we don't act too wise.
So I say goodbye to 2009 and welcome 2010 with high hopes and expectation for a world without wars and tragedies, and replaced with order and respect, to bring peace to our troubled and sick world.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Our Other Home
We arrived in Florida and felt that warm air as we left our 737 aircraft on our way to our home. After two weeks of great visits from family and friends we were ready for the relative quietness of Florida lifestyle. I was anxious to see my garden and trees because of a dry spell. The grass was longer and the garden was producing yellow and green beans right on schedule. Ripe papaya,s greeted us and the last of the oranges and grapefruit were ready to be picked and shared.
We loved our Ontario visit with the kids and and thought it was the best since becoming a snowbird. Many times we were greeted as we opened our front door by smiling faces and kids eager to share there time with the old folks.Doris felt a little house bound as the cold weather made her change her outdoor activities to a few shopping excursions to the malls and family visits.
Now I will be able to concentrate my time to golf and writing. I missed my blogging friends and the daily need to write and this surprised me. I am addicted to this exercise and hope to continue for years to come.
The new security measures at the airport caused me to feel less happy about flying. Five different security checks were made and several hours of time spent waiting in lines. It actually took more time in the airport then the time to fly to Florida. Our three hour flight ended in a 8 hour day.
My eldest daughter took the liberty of getting in my blog space and wrote a guest entry. She is my right hand person and technical advisor in my writing.
No blog would be complete on new year's day without expressing my best wishes to all for a better year than the last. If all will do a little better individually we will have a changed world collectively. My personal wish is for family and friends to be healthy and happy in their work and personal life.
We loved our Ontario visit with the kids and and thought it was the best since becoming a snowbird. Many times we were greeted as we opened our front door by smiling faces and kids eager to share there time with the old folks.Doris felt a little house bound as the cold weather made her change her outdoor activities to a few shopping excursions to the malls and family visits.
Now I will be able to concentrate my time to golf and writing. I missed my blogging friends and the daily need to write and this surprised me. I am addicted to this exercise and hope to continue for years to come.
The new security measures at the airport caused me to feel less happy about flying. Five different security checks were made and several hours of time spent waiting in lines. It actually took more time in the airport then the time to fly to Florida. Our three hour flight ended in a 8 hour day.
My eldest daughter took the liberty of getting in my blog space and wrote a guest entry. She is my right hand person and technical advisor in my writing.
No blog would be complete on new year's day without expressing my best wishes to all for a better year than the last. If all will do a little better individually we will have a changed world collectively. My personal wish is for family and friends to be healthy and happy in their work and personal life.
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