Wonderful winter weather and a very early spring is having a positive effect on the strawberry patch. We have had a few red berry's this past week but in a matter of days the whole patch will be red. Never have I seen the number of berries on each plant and rarely have there been the weather to take advantage of this harvest.
Last year Theresa and I had difficulty in getting even a small number as the competition from the chip monks and blackbirds was impressive. This year there will be enough for them and ourselves.We hope that the local U Pick farms are as fortunate as we and experience a bountiful crop.
Nature is balanced and because of the sudden frost causing the apple crop to be injured probably the other crops will help bring balance to the overall picture. In any case Theresa and I will enjoy one of natures favourite treats..Strawberries.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Minister Raitt
Nobody likes a strike, specially if it impacts them. During the past months the government has intervened in the labour movement in a way like no other government ever dared to do. In the name of economic growth and stability, this government has once again stepped in and taken away the working man's right to fair negotiations and protection of his wages, health benefits, and pension. The right to strike was always meant to be the last resort in labour negotiations, but if corporations realize that the government is going to side with them, the need for true negotiations is negated.
Minister Raitt has been in the front line for this government trampling the rights of the working people and will be rewarded. What she has done is wipe out a century old right for workers to strike when all else fails. I realize many people are anti-union but our country would be a lesser place were it not for the men and women who made gains for the workers against tremendous odds. This government is embarking on a policy of feeding the corporations and the rich with their policies, and watch the fallout from the real plan for EI. This program is being sold as a program to help unemployed people to get work. That is the selling point. The real plan is for corporations to be able to bring foreign workers into our labour force at wages far below the union rates.
This legislation will bring the government into the position of placing workers in jobs where they will have to accept wages at 30% less than their usual rate. Sounds good and looks good on paper if you are not one of the workers involved.
We hope that the government will get out of the business of labour bashing and start serving the country by helping the working class, and not only the rich and powerful.
Minister Raitt has been in the front line for this government trampling the rights of the working people and will be rewarded. What she has done is wipe out a century old right for workers to strike when all else fails. I realize many people are anti-union but our country would be a lesser place were it not for the men and women who made gains for the workers against tremendous odds. This government is embarking on a policy of feeding the corporations and the rich with their policies, and watch the fallout from the real plan for EI. This program is being sold as a program to help unemployed people to get work. That is the selling point. The real plan is for corporations to be able to bring foreign workers into our labour force at wages far below the union rates.
This legislation will bring the government into the position of placing workers in jobs where they will have to accept wages at 30% less than their usual rate. Sounds good and looks good on paper if you are not one of the workers involved.
We hope that the government will get out of the business of labour bashing and start serving the country by helping the working class, and not only the rich and powerful.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Ottawa Valley Visit
For almost 30 years I lived in the Valley. Although part of Ontario and Canada, it is sort of like Cape Breton. People there have their own language, especially sayings, greetings which are mostly polite and a way of life unlike anywhere else. Most of the people I associated with during my stay there were newcomers to the valley but after you live there for many years, the folk accept you as one of them..
The purpose of my visit was to attend the funeral of a close friend, and when it comes to funerals, the valley people have the right idea. The time shared during the wake and before the funeral is all about the person who is being honoured, stories and myths. Lies and half truths abound but all in good fun. People mix and greet, and for most people it will be the first time they've seen one another since the last funeral - except for John and Joan who attend most every one.
In the few hours I met so many people for the first time since the last funeral that I began to feel at home again. We miss the valley for its beauty and quiet way of life but it is the people who make the Valley special. There are more characters there than nearly any place I know and they express themselves through their music, dancing and story telling. Politics and religion have played a big part of the valley lore and you have to be impressed with the Irish flavour of the area when it comes to Saint Patty's day.
My children grew up in the Valley and have a number of friends there still but everywhere you go you will find people who came from that area and they get together to talk of olden times back there. Theresa and I love our time shared with friends there and our only regret is we never seem to have enough time to really visit.The short times we do stay there become precious memories and valuable experiences.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
End of May
As May fades into the past and June bursts forth with all the energy that mother nature can give I feel like there is a need to become activated and energized once more. May has been a difficult month emotionally and this usually causes me to rev up the engines and bring peace to my troubled mind. There are so many events that impact me least of which are the problems I see with our country.
Personal events strengthen a person and leave you counting your blessings, but events on the larger scale frustrate people because as one person there is very little you can accomplish. The last few years have been difficult ones for many countries and the endless bloodshed in the middle east has been nothing less than tragic.
Reading the accounts of the world issues makes us who live in Canada appreciate our own true safe and abundant life style. Even with this in mind there are 200,000 homeless people, close to the same number living in homes without clean water and healthy food. Children who if not nurtured in an atmosphere conducive to a proper Canadian life will become our next generation of needy and unemployed persons.
With so much to be done we have a government who believe that the balanced budget is the most important issue. It is an important goal but care of its citizens must be the top priority. Many people never see the poverty first hand but if you walk the streets of our major cities or observe the activity at our food banks you see the face of poverty - of poor, needy people.
We now take for granted that the poor will be looked after by handouts from volunteer organizations and government can dismiss their obligations and look the other way. One United Nations observer was invited to look at the poverty of many Canadian people, particularly our First Nations, and when he made his report he was loudly and publicly criticized in open session of parliament. His report stated that he could not understand how one of the wealthiest nations in the world would have such a problem of providing food and care for its people.
I feel very strongly about how our government looks after the elderly, handicapped, homeless and the needy. Looking at this as a criteria for the health of our democracy shows that we have much to be thankful for, but much to be desired as well.
Personal events strengthen a person and leave you counting your blessings, but events on the larger scale frustrate people because as one person there is very little you can accomplish. The last few years have been difficult ones for many countries and the endless bloodshed in the middle east has been nothing less than tragic.
Reading the accounts of the world issues makes us who live in Canada appreciate our own true safe and abundant life style. Even with this in mind there are 200,000 homeless people, close to the same number living in homes without clean water and healthy food. Children who if not nurtured in an atmosphere conducive to a proper Canadian life will become our next generation of needy and unemployed persons.
With so much to be done we have a government who believe that the balanced budget is the most important issue. It is an important goal but care of its citizens must be the top priority. Many people never see the poverty first hand but if you walk the streets of our major cities or observe the activity at our food banks you see the face of poverty - of poor, needy people.
We now take for granted that the poor will be looked after by handouts from volunteer organizations and government can dismiss their obligations and look the other way. One United Nations observer was invited to look at the poverty of many Canadian people, particularly our First Nations, and when he made his report he was loudly and publicly criticized in open session of parliament. His report stated that he could not understand how one of the wealthiest nations in the world would have such a problem of providing food and care for its people.
I feel very strongly about how our government looks after the elderly, handicapped, homeless and the needy. Looking at this as a criteria for the health of our democracy shows that we have much to be thankful for, but much to be desired as well.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Dr. Suzuki
One of the most respected men in the world and without doubt the most respected and influential in Canada in matters related to the world environment and health of our planet. If you have read anything about this great man during the past 40 years you will realize that when he is upset, he has good cause.
The path that this government is taking with regards to the safety nets established for the protection of our citizens and the country as a whole, causes him to be distressed. Never, during his lifetime, has he been so aggressive in his attempts to bring the people together to stop the rape of our environmental system, and to try to have this government return to a democratic process, if changes are required.
Dr. Suzuki is adamant that the direction of this government is trying to make Canada more friendly to big business by dropping the requirement,s such as impact studies and due diligence, when a company wishes to do business in Canada. During the last months, the government has made cuts to the most essential safeguards. Even the way our food is processed and inspected will be of major concerns as the number of budget cuts will make it impossible to guarantee proper safeguards for our citizens. All this is being done in the name of a so-called budget.
This government will not face the house members in proper debate and in question period. Their every answer is scripted by the PM's office. Today we have a handful of the PM's cronies who act as the only body able to make decisions for the Canadian people. Many of these same people were part of the hated Harris regime in Ontario, and now they are acting the same way in Ottawa. This small block of men are not Conservatives, but are really the core of ultra right-wing group who stole the party away from the true Progressive Conservatives.
Cracks are forming in the party and members are hearing the complaints of their electorates and will demand change. Already some members are publicly asking for changes in the way the budget is being presented. I feel that this unrest will become more clear when the press do their job and the ordinary citizen sees what is going on. Dr. Suzuki is leading the charge. We should become informed and aid him in his desire to bring Canada back to its democratic roots and change what is taking place in Ottawa.
Check out the David Suzuki Foundation website to learn how you can help.
The path that this government is taking with regards to the safety nets established for the protection of our citizens and the country as a whole, causes him to be distressed. Never, during his lifetime, has he been so aggressive in his attempts to bring the people together to stop the rape of our environmental system, and to try to have this government return to a democratic process, if changes are required.
Dr. Suzuki is adamant that the direction of this government is trying to make Canada more friendly to big business by dropping the requirement,s such as impact studies and due diligence, when a company wishes to do business in Canada. During the last months, the government has made cuts to the most essential safeguards. Even the way our food is processed and inspected will be of major concerns as the number of budget cuts will make it impossible to guarantee proper safeguards for our citizens. All this is being done in the name of a so-called budget.
This government will not face the house members in proper debate and in question period. Their every answer is scripted by the PM's office. Today we have a handful of the PM's cronies who act as the only body able to make decisions for the Canadian people. Many of these same people were part of the hated Harris regime in Ontario, and now they are acting the same way in Ottawa. This small block of men are not Conservatives, but are really the core of ultra right-wing group who stole the party away from the true Progressive Conservatives.
Cracks are forming in the party and members are hearing the complaints of their electorates and will demand change. Already some members are publicly asking for changes in the way the budget is being presented. I feel that this unrest will become more clear when the press do their job and the ordinary citizen sees what is going on. Dr. Suzuki is leading the charge. We should become informed and aid him in his desire to bring Canada back to its democratic roots and change what is taking place in Ottawa.
Check out the David Suzuki Foundation website to learn how you can help.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Playing Hooky From School
Back in 1952 my friend Tom and myself were trying to figure out our future as graduation was right around the corner. It seemed that there was little variety in our possible choices. If you did not go to university or college there were few options. Join the Army or Air Force , RCMP or Teachers College. As we hung out at the light post we looked up into the blue sky and there was a jet trail. It caught our attention as we just read about an Air Show at the Reserve Airport the next day.
Our minds clicked at the same time. We decided to skip school and go to see the jet planes firsthand. There were to be a number of Saber 86's. But how could we skip school and not get caught. We had never missed a day of school so it would be risky. In any case our mind was made up.
We would have to get our hands on some coin to buy lunch but asking Mom would make her suspicious. I managed to find $1.35 and Tom about the same. Next morning we left for school as usual but hid our books at the Jubilee, a abandoned coal mine only a few yards from where we lived.We did not know where the air port was as neither of us were ever there and actually we only were to Sydney a few times.
We dressed warmly as there was a cold wind and as we held out our thumbs hoping for a ride we lucked out and got a ride in the back of a half ton. We huddled down and after quite a few miles were left off to begin again. We were not so lucky this time so we walked to keep warm. Finally we got a ride with a lady who was going to Sydney so were arrived in the city not knowing how to get to the airport.We asked a policeman and he pointed us in the right direction and we walked what seemed like miles before we were picked up again.
This man drove us right to the airport entrance. As we walked up the narrow road to the terminal we could see a crowd of people looking at the Saber jets. It was so exciting for us. We rushed the last steps to stand in front of this jet plane with a real live pilot explaining the facts about the craft. He saw us and asked if we would like to sit in the cockpit. We jumped at the suggestion and what a thrill to be part of this day. Following that we had to clear well away as the planes were going to put on a demonstration for the crowd.
For the next 30 minutes we were spellbound as the planes flew at great speeds and made what we thought were dangerous maneuvers. It was over all too soon. We had to find our way home so we asked people who were leaving if we could get a ride to Sydney Mines. No one was going there but one took us to Perry Louis's corner. It was a long hike home and we had no idea of the time.
All our talk was of the planes and the pilot and the show. We both made up our mind that we would join the Air Force together and become jet pilots. Well we arrived home and already the family knew I never attended school. It was 6.30 pm and supper was over. What was I to say.
I was so excited I told the truth and the family were so caught up in the story I was forgiven for playing hooky. It was the first and last time I did this and I am not sorry as it was one of the best days of my life. I went to sleep that night dreaming about flying about the skies in my very own Super Saber. I never joined the Air Force but I did go to Normal School. I never regretted that decision.
Our minds clicked at the same time. We decided to skip school and go to see the jet planes firsthand. There were to be a number of Saber 86's. But how could we skip school and not get caught. We had never missed a day of school so it would be risky. In any case our mind was made up.
We would have to get our hands on some coin to buy lunch but asking Mom would make her suspicious. I managed to find $1.35 and Tom about the same. Next morning we left for school as usual but hid our books at the Jubilee, a abandoned coal mine only a few yards from where we lived.We did not know where the air port was as neither of us were ever there and actually we only were to Sydney a few times.
We dressed warmly as there was a cold wind and as we held out our thumbs hoping for a ride we lucked out and got a ride in the back of a half ton. We huddled down and after quite a few miles were left off to begin again. We were not so lucky this time so we walked to keep warm. Finally we got a ride with a lady who was going to Sydney so were arrived in the city not knowing how to get to the airport.We asked a policeman and he pointed us in the right direction and we walked what seemed like miles before we were picked up again.
This man drove us right to the airport entrance. As we walked up the narrow road to the terminal we could see a crowd of people looking at the Saber jets. It was so exciting for us. We rushed the last steps to stand in front of this jet plane with a real live pilot explaining the facts about the craft. He saw us and asked if we would like to sit in the cockpit. We jumped at the suggestion and what a thrill to be part of this day. Following that we had to clear well away as the planes were going to put on a demonstration for the crowd.
For the next 30 minutes we were spellbound as the planes flew at great speeds and made what we thought were dangerous maneuvers. It was over all too soon. We had to find our way home so we asked people who were leaving if we could get a ride to Sydney Mines. No one was going there but one took us to Perry Louis's corner. It was a long hike home and we had no idea of the time.
All our talk was of the planes and the pilot and the show. We both made up our mind that we would join the Air Force together and become jet pilots. Well we arrived home and already the family knew I never attended school. It was 6.30 pm and supper was over. What was I to say.
I was so excited I told the truth and the family were so caught up in the story I was forgiven for playing hooky. It was the first and last time I did this and I am not sorry as it was one of the best days of my life. I went to sleep that night dreaming about flying about the skies in my very own Super Saber. I never joined the Air Force but I did go to Normal School. I never regretted that decision.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Darcy and Matrix
Oakville is home to the guide dog program for Canada. It is supported by The Lions Club of Canada. This program involves hundreds of people and dogs. The dogs are trained for specific programs and will be farmed our once they graduate from a several year training program.
One of the wonderful parts of the program is the socialization program. When the dogs are selected for a program at a young age they are given out to selected people to keep them for about a year. During this year the dogs wear a bib which identifies them as being in the program and can stay with their adopted master everywhere they go. People in Oakville have embraced this program and aid in the socialization program.
Our granddaughter is a university student at Guelph and she was selected as a suitable foster parent for her dog Matrix. This coal black beauty is intelligent and as a young candidate must be socialized before entering the formal section of training. Darcy has this dog by her side every day while attending classes and social functions. Darcy has become so attached to this four legged friend that I am sure it will be a sad day when she has to give him up come next month.
If Matrix is found to be unsuitable for the formal program Darcy would have first dibs on full ownership and that would suit her just fine. I find this program offers people an opportunity to participate in a life saving program for the people who require the services of a dog.
Darcy coaches hockey and Matrix is there as assistant coach. Matrix is everywhere Darcy goes much the same as the nursery rhyme about Mary who had a little lamb and every where Mary went the lamb was sure to go. That is the way it is with Darcy and Matrix. They came to our house yesterday and we loved the visit and the fact that a young university student is offering her services for the good of needy folk who require Matrix to make life better.
One of the wonderful parts of the program is the socialization program. When the dogs are selected for a program at a young age they are given out to selected people to keep them for about a year. During this year the dogs wear a bib which identifies them as being in the program and can stay with their adopted master everywhere they go. People in Oakville have embraced this program and aid in the socialization program.
Our granddaughter is a university student at Guelph and she was selected as a suitable foster parent for her dog Matrix. This coal black beauty is intelligent and as a young candidate must be socialized before entering the formal section of training. Darcy has this dog by her side every day while attending classes and social functions. Darcy has become so attached to this four legged friend that I am sure it will be a sad day when she has to give him up come next month.
If Matrix is found to be unsuitable for the formal program Darcy would have first dibs on full ownership and that would suit her just fine. I find this program offers people an opportunity to participate in a life saving program for the people who require the services of a dog.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Trout Fishing With Uncle Alex and Dad.
Dad had a few brothers but the one closest to him was Uncle Alex. He lived in our town and we were regular visitors to their home. One thing Dad and Alex had in common was their love of fishing.Uncle Alex was a large person and took up a lot of space when we went fishing. On one unforgettable trip down north to Breton Cove we travelled in a half ton Ford.
As the trip was a long one in the late forties with the roads not so good and a ferry to cross we left very early in the morning. As we picked up Uncle and he squeezed into the cab I was left with little room. Uncle Alex was a nervous passenger and the road over the mountain was winding and although Dad was a good driver it was a problem if you met a logging truck.
On nearly every turn Alex would grab my knee and squeeze so hard it actually became uncomfortable. Both Dad and Alex smoked. Dad and uncle lit up when we began the trip and never ceased to let their pipes stop the relentless smoke all the way. We had to cross two ferries and waited for each nearly half an hour. This was the time when I could get out and have some fresh air. I loved to fish as well so I knew better than to complain.
All the talk was about fishing and the big ones that never made it into the boat, Between stories and laughter I knew the old folks were having a good time. Alex loved a locally made pop called Iron Brew. He had a six pack and he offered me one and it was good. I became a fan of that pop after that trip.
We finally arrived at the turn off spot and carefully drove down a narrow pathway to the ocean shore. There was the glory hole for speckled trout. Separated from the ocean by a rocky beach made up of perfectly rounded stones which made such music with every incoming wave you had to just take a moment and fill your mind with this landscape.
It was early morning and the only sound was the ocean waves and some seagulls fighting over some washed up fish. We had a small row boat that Dad built and carried it in the back of the half ton. We were all business now as fishing was on our mind. In minutes we had the boat in the water and all the fishing gear at the ready.
Alex and Dad had other thoughts. A fire was started and tea boiled and they ate some breakfast. I already had my line wet and declared a bite but it might have been a bottom fish. I came back to the warm fire and had some toast burned over the fire and boiled tea.Soon we advanced to the boat. I saw nothing but trouble as the question was how were we to fit into that small boat. As I mentioned Uncle weighed at least 300 pounds and with Dad and me as well???
Dad got in the middle and took the oars, Uncle sat in the back and nearly sunk the boat and I curled up in the bow. Dad was not concerned as we pulled away from shore. As a joke Dad said we had a heavy load so keep the gum in the middle of your mouth. They laughed and I worried. Dad rowed to the other side of the pond and dropped his favourite anchor - a stone on a rope.
With pipes lit to keep away the mosquitoes we began fishing. Every cast we caught a fish. These trout were all about the same size and were fun to catch. I used a alder rod which I cut as we prepared to fish. Every time Uncle got a bite or a fish he yanked it so hard it landed in the boat and the tiny boat rocked dangerously.
I could not reveal the number of trout we caught but in those days we filled the pail in no time. Dad lifted the anchor and released the stone anchor and rowed back to shore, I jumped out and so did Dad but poor Uncle had difficulty getting our t as he sat too long. He sort of rolled out not on land but in shallow water. Dad managed to help him up to our laughter and we all joined in knowing it was in good fun.
That was a special day for me and the next time I fished with Uncle was when he moved away to Ontario and so did I. I met him forty years later on Muskrat Lake near Cobden and he was fishing. We had a visit and he reminded me of that time when we caught all those trout and he caught a wet bottom. We laughed as we did that day when I was ten years old and Uncle and Dad were young as well.
As the trip was a long one in the late forties with the roads not so good and a ferry to cross we left very early in the morning. As we picked up Uncle and he squeezed into the cab I was left with little room. Uncle Alex was a nervous passenger and the road over the mountain was winding and although Dad was a good driver it was a problem if you met a logging truck.
On nearly every turn Alex would grab my knee and squeeze so hard it actually became uncomfortable. Both Dad and Alex smoked. Dad and uncle lit up when we began the trip and never ceased to let their pipes stop the relentless smoke all the way. We had to cross two ferries and waited for each nearly half an hour. This was the time when I could get out and have some fresh air. I loved to fish as well so I knew better than to complain.
All the talk was about fishing and the big ones that never made it into the boat, Between stories and laughter I knew the old folks were having a good time. Alex loved a locally made pop called Iron Brew. He had a six pack and he offered me one and it was good. I became a fan of that pop after that trip.
We finally arrived at the turn off spot and carefully drove down a narrow pathway to the ocean shore. There was the glory hole for speckled trout. Separated from the ocean by a rocky beach made up of perfectly rounded stones which made such music with every incoming wave you had to just take a moment and fill your mind with this landscape.
It was early morning and the only sound was the ocean waves and some seagulls fighting over some washed up fish. We had a small row boat that Dad built and carried it in the back of the half ton. We were all business now as fishing was on our mind. In minutes we had the boat in the water and all the fishing gear at the ready.
Alex and Dad had other thoughts. A fire was started and tea boiled and they ate some breakfast. I already had my line wet and declared a bite but it might have been a bottom fish. I came back to the warm fire and had some toast burned over the fire and boiled tea.Soon we advanced to the boat. I saw nothing but trouble as the question was how were we to fit into that small boat. As I mentioned Uncle weighed at least 300 pounds and with Dad and me as well???
Dad got in the middle and took the oars, Uncle sat in the back and nearly sunk the boat and I curled up in the bow. Dad was not concerned as we pulled away from shore. As a joke Dad said we had a heavy load so keep the gum in the middle of your mouth. They laughed and I worried. Dad rowed to the other side of the pond and dropped his favourite anchor - a stone on a rope.
With pipes lit to keep away the mosquitoes we began fishing. Every cast we caught a fish. These trout were all about the same size and were fun to catch. I used a alder rod which I cut as we prepared to fish. Every time Uncle got a bite or a fish he yanked it so hard it landed in the boat and the tiny boat rocked dangerously.
I could not reveal the number of trout we caught but in those days we filled the pail in no time. Dad lifted the anchor and released the stone anchor and rowed back to shore, I jumped out and so did Dad but poor Uncle had difficulty getting our t as he sat too long. He sort of rolled out not on land but in shallow water. Dad managed to help him up to our laughter and we all joined in knowing it was in good fun.
That was a special day for me and the next time I fished with Uncle was when he moved away to Ontario and so did I. I met him forty years later on Muskrat Lake near Cobden and he was fishing. We had a visit and he reminded me of that time when we caught all those trout and he caught a wet bottom. We laughed as we did that day when I was ten years old and Uncle and Dad were young as well.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Omingmak Frolics
This weekend in Ikaluktutiak (Cambridge Bay ) there is a celebration like no other. This week welcomes the first vestiges of spring. The people of this small hamlet celebrate with special events during the whole week but this weekend there are special entertainment events and dancing where the whole hamlet can say goodbye to winter.
By our standards this is not true as the hamlet is still in the grip of winter as the lakes, rivers and North West Passage are still frozen hard. This enables the locals to have their ice events. Ice fishing, dog pulling contests and snow machine races all take place on Cambridge Bay.
Indoors there are traditional Inuit games for all and young and old either take part or watch. Shouts of encouragement call out from the stands when outstanding performances are made. Jigging to the tune of the fiddle brings out many contestants. Here again old and young perform all dressed in native attire. In between the dancing there are throat singers and drum dancers from the area. This Frolic brings people in from all over Nunavut.
On the ice, bannock baking, sculpturing, and games, continue without stop. Country food is provided and muskoxen and caribou burgers are cooked outdoors at no cost to the public. Raw seal meat and caribou are provided for the elders and anyone brave enough to try. While I lived up there I participated in all events and learned the value of the Inuit diet.
Special church services are held in Inuit and English and are well attended. The music provided by the Inuit choir is both unique and beautiful The week long celebration ends when all the people plan to leave. Many come by snow machine from nearby hamlets and have a two day return over the ice. The rest come by air and the airport is crowded with the visitors and the locals wishing their guests a safe return and an invitation to come back next year to the wonderful Omingmak Frolics in Ikaluktutiak.
By our standards this is not true as the hamlet is still in the grip of winter as the lakes, rivers and North West Passage are still frozen hard. This enables the locals to have their ice events. Ice fishing, dog pulling contests and snow machine races all take place on Cambridge Bay.
Indoors there are traditional Inuit games for all and young and old either take part or watch. Shouts of encouragement call out from the stands when outstanding performances are made. Jigging to the tune of the fiddle brings out many contestants. Here again old and young perform all dressed in native attire. In between the dancing there are throat singers and drum dancers from the area. This Frolic brings people in from all over Nunavut.
On the ice, bannock baking, sculpturing, and games, continue without stop. Country food is provided and muskoxen and caribou burgers are cooked outdoors at no cost to the public. Raw seal meat and caribou are provided for the elders and anyone brave enough to try. While I lived up there I participated in all events and learned the value of the Inuit diet.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Planting Spuds In Cape Breton
Every May 24th weekend was potato planting time when we were kids. It was a family affair and no member was exempt. Mom had the job of cutting the seed potatoes. With her paring knife she would slice through the seed potatoes and manage to get several good seeds from one potato.
Meanwhile Dad and his favourite horse Lady with one of the boys would plow a row about 8 inches deep. All the family would take up positions along the row and with Mom's seed potatoes in a container would place the seeds 1 foot apart at the bottom of the row. Dad would walk along the row with a rake and close the furrow and cover the seeds. Another plow row and the the row for the next seeding.
This planting would take several hours and after the last row was covered we would prepare for dinner. Meanwhile Dad and Lady would harrow the field and make it look great. Lady would get a rest and some extra oats and be turned out to pasture. We as a family sat down to Mom's stew and corn bread. All the talk was about how good the crop would be and eventually we asked about our picnic plans at Groves Point.
On the holiday we tried to get in the water for a swim even thought the water was cold. There was something special about a big family working and playing together. We were not rich but had a wonderful experience because of the dynamics of eleven people living together. Large families can lead to rewarding experiences.
Meanwhile Dad and his favourite horse Lady with one of the boys would plow a row about 8 inches deep. All the family would take up positions along the row and with Mom's seed potatoes in a container would place the seeds 1 foot apart at the bottom of the row. Dad would walk along the row with a rake and close the furrow and cover the seeds. Another plow row and the the row for the next seeding.
This planting would take several hours and after the last row was covered we would prepare for dinner. Meanwhile Dad and Lady would harrow the field and make it look great. Lady would get a rest and some extra oats and be turned out to pasture. We as a family sat down to Mom's stew and corn bread. All the talk was about how good the crop would be and eventually we asked about our picnic plans at Groves Point.
On the holiday we tried to get in the water for a swim even thought the water was cold. There was something special about a big family working and playing together. We were not rich but had a wonderful experience because of the dynamics of eleven people living together. Large families can lead to rewarding experiences.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Mending Fences With Dad
As a very young person I lived on the edge of town. In fact we were the last house on Vickers Lane. Our home did dot have a number at that time but progress changed that. We lived in a home that was built by Dad with a little help from family and friends. On our lot Dad began improvements and after some time developed the property where we had a great potato field, kitchen garden and fruit trees. Red currents, cherry tees, plum and apple surrounded our home.
In our end of town there were more horses than cars at the time and we were no exception. Dad had a contract to haul coal to ward iv and horses became a necessity. A barn was built and stables installed and than came the cow, geese and chickens. More land was needed so Dad managed to use about 10 acers across the road from our home. Great grass for the animals to graze and even a small pond for the geese.
This land had to be fenced. It was a yearly task to repair the fence line partially destroyed during the winter by skaters and hockey players using the frozen pond and having fires during the evenings.The problem was that as wood for the fires was scarce the fence poles were used and had to be replaced nearly every year.
A larger piece of land was made available adjacent to our lot so Dad claimed ownership. More fencing.During the winter Dad would go down to the woods and cut fence poles to be used in spring. We just took for granted that this task was a yearly event.
As a youngster I watched Dad make his own mall out of wood. A large piece of hardwood made the head of the mall and a steel pipe was used as a handle. Since all the poles had to be driven into the hard ground the poles had to be sharpened. Dad used a ax with skill and made perfect points on each pole.
It was a difficult and time consuming job and as a helper it seemed dangerous. My father was very strong and demanding of his helpers. We as a helper had to hold the fence pole straight and quiet as Dad wound up with his large wooden mall and brought it down squarely on the top of the pole and driving it down into the ground. Pole after pole and Dad never seemed to be tired. With the initial hits on the pole I used to close my eyes until I built up confidence in my Dad's ability to never miss.
Sometimes the pole would hit a rock and the pole would only be driven in a short distance. Dad fixed this with another wire to give it stability. We used to acquire perfect wire from the railway cars that used the wire in stabilizing loads on train cars. It was scrap to them but useful for us.
After all the poles were pounded in the next step was to string the wire. Dad used to pull the wire tightly and we would have to drive in the staple like nails to secure. This was a task we liked but if we bent or ruined the nails we would hear it from Dad. He was a hard boss but a good teacher and if you were willing you could learn much.
Years later when I returned and Dad was retired but kept a couple of paint ponies close to home I helped to fix a fence with Dad. This time Dad held the pole and I pounded the post into the ground. I used that same home made mall to do the job. Dad taught me well.
Working with my father was a natural way of gaining a perspective on life. He rarely complained, took every task as if it were important, could solve every problem and said that there is no work that is beneath your dignity.That life lesson followed me all through my life and helped me to have the ability to mend fences on my path to a successful working .
In our end of town there were more horses than cars at the time and we were no exception. Dad had a contract to haul coal to ward iv and horses became a necessity. A barn was built and stables installed and than came the cow, geese and chickens. More land was needed so Dad managed to use about 10 acers across the road from our home. Great grass for the animals to graze and even a small pond for the geese.
This land had to be fenced. It was a yearly task to repair the fence line partially destroyed during the winter by skaters and hockey players using the frozen pond and having fires during the evenings.The problem was that as wood for the fires was scarce the fence poles were used and had to be replaced nearly every year.
A larger piece of land was made available adjacent to our lot so Dad claimed ownership. More fencing.During the winter Dad would go down to the woods and cut fence poles to be used in spring. We just took for granted that this task was a yearly event.
As a youngster I watched Dad make his own mall out of wood. A large piece of hardwood made the head of the mall and a steel pipe was used as a handle. Since all the poles had to be driven into the hard ground the poles had to be sharpened. Dad used a ax with skill and made perfect points on each pole.
It was a difficult and time consuming job and as a helper it seemed dangerous. My father was very strong and demanding of his helpers. We as a helper had to hold the fence pole straight and quiet as Dad wound up with his large wooden mall and brought it down squarely on the top of the pole and driving it down into the ground. Pole after pole and Dad never seemed to be tired. With the initial hits on the pole I used to close my eyes until I built up confidence in my Dad's ability to never miss.
Sometimes the pole would hit a rock and the pole would only be driven in a short distance. Dad fixed this with another wire to give it stability. We used to acquire perfect wire from the railway cars that used the wire in stabilizing loads on train cars. It was scrap to them but useful for us.
After all the poles were pounded in the next step was to string the wire. Dad used to pull the wire tightly and we would have to drive in the staple like nails to secure. This was a task we liked but if we bent or ruined the nails we would hear it from Dad. He was a hard boss but a good teacher and if you were willing you could learn much.
Years later when I returned and Dad was retired but kept a couple of paint ponies close to home I helped to fix a fence with Dad. This time Dad held the pole and I pounded the post into the ground. I used that same home made mall to do the job. Dad taught me well.
Working with my father was a natural way of gaining a perspective on life. He rarely complained, took every task as if it were important, could solve every problem and said that there is no work that is beneath your dignity.That life lesson followed me all through my life and helped me to have the ability to mend fences on my path to a successful working .
Friday, May 18, 2012
Exciting Times
Grandchildren are a precious lot who contribute to our quality of life. We have eight at last count and each has come through the school system with flying colours. We as observers and proud grand parents have seen the growth in their life and their struggle to find the most rewarding niche for a happy life.
This year we have two graduating from secondary school after completing their years and are looking foreword to post secondary experience. Time races so quickly that it seems like yesterday they were registering for kindergarten.
We are fortunate to have a close relationship with each as the geography permits frequent visits. For many this is not possible as families move long distances apart. This is where the modern technical advances come into play and programs like Skype can help people to keep in contact. Probably the most satisfaction I get out of our family gatherings is watching the grandchildren relate to each other. This connection will be lifelong and guarantees the future of our clan.
Our young people face challenges we never had to face and I personally believe that life in general is more difficult.They face an uncertain economic condition and work placement constantly changing. It is exciting but stressful for those who do not have the right educational standards so the pressure is there to succeed by taking advantage of every opportunity.
In the meantime we can sit back and bask in their successes and support them in any manner we are capable of. Life is much richer for their involvement with us.
This year we have two graduating from secondary school after completing their years and are looking foreword to post secondary experience. Time races so quickly that it seems like yesterday they were registering for kindergarten.
We are fortunate to have a close relationship with each as the geography permits frequent visits. For many this is not possible as families move long distances apart. This is where the modern technical advances come into play and programs like Skype can help people to keep in contact. Probably the most satisfaction I get out of our family gatherings is watching the grandchildren relate to each other. This connection will be lifelong and guarantees the future of our clan.
Our young people face challenges we never had to face and I personally believe that life in general is more difficult.They face an uncertain economic condition and work placement constantly changing. It is exciting but stressful for those who do not have the right educational standards so the pressure is there to succeed by taking advantage of every opportunity.
In the meantime we can sit back and bask in their successes and support them in any manner we are capable of. Life is much richer for their involvement with us.
Reports From G20
After nearly two years the official written evaluation of how the security was handled by our police forces states what most people thought in the first place. The RCMP came out of the mess with the highest marks and were treated rather well for their role in a combined force of thousands.
The Toronto police and its staff drew a sad picture of their role as prime security stake holders. From the Prime Minister not taking the advice about the location of the meeting to the wasteful spending of a billion dollars was called into question. The Toronto police were cited for poor planning, training and communications which caused the front line police to be confused , poorly guided and overacting to many peaceful demonstrations.
The Chief of police was in charge once he was directed by the government officials and with his senior staff members issued orders that gave the police the right to react to the people as if they were terrorists. On the first issue of the black block being dealt in a casual manner on the first day caused much damage and confusion. Security seeing the mess gave orders to take back the city from the terrorists. From that moment the police were combating terrorists and not monitoring peaceful demonstrations.
The change from lawful, peaceful demonstrators to terrorists gave the front line police the go ahead to do as they pleased and many overacted and committed crimes against the people. The most awful abuse of power was with the kettling of hundreds of innocent people, many just going to work to be kept standing in the rain and thunder storm for hours. The senior commander who made the call is in real trouble.
The other matter was the arresting hundreds of people and herding them to a detention center where human rights were abused again. All this is over except the issue of accountability and needless to say the ones at the very top will be hardly scathed while there will be many of the police at the front will be dealt with in a summary manner.
We are all glad this is over and when the dust settles most of us will have our faith in our police system restored. The over a thousand who were treated in a shameful manner will remember and will not soon forget their ordeal.
I have heard from many people whom I respect give a simple answer to the abuses and I get sick when I hear their excuse. If they did not want trouble they should not have been there. How stupid a statement when this all happened in the center of a city of millions where people had to go to work, catch buses and carry on their life in the middle of a unnecessary circus that went bad because our security blew it, they then became the problem rather than the solution,
There were thousands of Innocent protesters who looked to the police to protect them as they exercised their lawful privilege in a democracy to protest. I hope this will never occur again and our government use our tax dollars for our needs and not on excessive photo ops.
The Toronto police and its staff drew a sad picture of their role as prime security stake holders. From the Prime Minister not taking the advice about the location of the meeting to the wasteful spending of a billion dollars was called into question. The Toronto police were cited for poor planning, training and communications which caused the front line police to be confused , poorly guided and overacting to many peaceful demonstrations.
The Chief of police was in charge once he was directed by the government officials and with his senior staff members issued orders that gave the police the right to react to the people as if they were terrorists. On the first issue of the black block being dealt in a casual manner on the first day caused much damage and confusion. Security seeing the mess gave orders to take back the city from the terrorists. From that moment the police were combating terrorists and not monitoring peaceful demonstrations.
The change from lawful, peaceful demonstrators to terrorists gave the front line police the go ahead to do as they pleased and many overacted and committed crimes against the people. The most awful abuse of power was with the kettling of hundreds of innocent people, many just going to work to be kept standing in the rain and thunder storm for hours. The senior commander who made the call is in real trouble.
The other matter was the arresting hundreds of people and herding them to a detention center where human rights were abused again. All this is over except the issue of accountability and needless to say the ones at the very top will be hardly scathed while there will be many of the police at the front will be dealt with in a summary manner.
We are all glad this is over and when the dust settles most of us will have our faith in our police system restored. The over a thousand who were treated in a shameful manner will remember and will not soon forget their ordeal.
I have heard from many people whom I respect give a simple answer to the abuses and I get sick when I hear their excuse. If they did not want trouble they should not have been there. How stupid a statement when this all happened in the center of a city of millions where people had to go to work, catch buses and carry on their life in the middle of a unnecessary circus that went bad because our security blew it, they then became the problem rather than the solution,
There were thousands of Innocent protesters who looked to the police to protect them as they exercised their lawful privilege in a democracy to protest. I hope this will never occur again and our government use our tax dollars for our needs and not on excessive photo ops.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Canada's Lost Democracy
The people elected the Government of the day with about a third of the people supporting them. They as the other had a platform. People who went to the polls voted them to be the government for four years. In a democracy this means that even I accept them to rule our country for a period of time. When we voted we did not accept every plank in the platform to be accepted.
In Canada's democratic process every bill is to be placed before parliament and debated and voted on. The bill is to be passed on to the senate and then to the Govern General to become law. This government feels that because the people voted them as the government of the day that every plank should be considered acceptable to Canadians.
This government has run over the parliamentary procedures and has in my opinion been the worst , secret, undemocratic, untruthful and devastating to the Democratic process. They have been sited as not following the due process. They have lied to Parliament on numerous occasions and flaunt their power.
The last straw is this new so called budget. In our history the budget was a special day when the minister of finance laid out the financial course the country would follow for the coming year. This government does not wish to face parliament and debate the issues so it places its whole agenda in the budget. The environment will loose all power as the minister and he alone will decide what is in the national interest. The criminal act will be altered and the immigration act will become so changed that we will become the laughing stock of the world. We were the most accepting country in the world and now we will become one of the worst. We need people to come to Canada and make a life as most of our residents only a short time ago did.
People in Canada had the right to free assembly and to protest what we found to be not in our favour. The new regulations will give the police the same rights to summary arrest that we as Canadians criticized Russia and other dictatorships for in only a few years past.
There was a time when a question was asked in parliament it was answered in a truthful manner. Today we not only do not get an answer but when we do you cannot trust the validity. Aircraft were to cost 15 billion....in reality they cost much more. MR MC Kay I am sorry to say is a Nova Scotian and his father Elmer was an honourable man....his son would be an embarrassment to his Dad with his untruthful statements to parliament.
Fifty million dollars for the G8 conference spent by the man who is now our financial leader on pork barrel programs for Parry Sound area. Shame is not the word to use with these people but when our Prime Minister supports them and laughs at parliament and carries on as nothing is wrong is truly shameful.
I have watched politics for 60 years and I have seen some bad things and some criminal actions by parliamentarians but never on the scale of this pack of Conservative government rat pack. The next few years could ruin our system if it carries on. I am hoping for a revolt within the party to stop this attack on our democratic process would be welcome by many
In Canada's democratic process every bill is to be placed before parliament and debated and voted on. The bill is to be passed on to the senate and then to the Govern General to become law. This government feels that because the people voted them as the government of the day that every plank should be considered acceptable to Canadians.
This government has run over the parliamentary procedures and has in my opinion been the worst , secret, undemocratic, untruthful and devastating to the Democratic process. They have been sited as not following the due process. They have lied to Parliament on numerous occasions and flaunt their power.
The last straw is this new so called budget. In our history the budget was a special day when the minister of finance laid out the financial course the country would follow for the coming year. This government does not wish to face parliament and debate the issues so it places its whole agenda in the budget. The environment will loose all power as the minister and he alone will decide what is in the national interest. The criminal act will be altered and the immigration act will become so changed that we will become the laughing stock of the world. We were the most accepting country in the world and now we will become one of the worst. We need people to come to Canada and make a life as most of our residents only a short time ago did.
People in Canada had the right to free assembly and to protest what we found to be not in our favour. The new regulations will give the police the same rights to summary arrest that we as Canadians criticized Russia and other dictatorships for in only a few years past.
There was a time when a question was asked in parliament it was answered in a truthful manner. Today we not only do not get an answer but when we do you cannot trust the validity. Aircraft were to cost 15 billion....in reality they cost much more. MR MC Kay I am sorry to say is a Nova Scotian and his father Elmer was an honourable man....his son would be an embarrassment to his Dad with his untruthful statements to parliament.
Fifty million dollars for the G8 conference spent by the man who is now our financial leader on pork barrel programs for Parry Sound area. Shame is not the word to use with these people but when our Prime Minister supports them and laughs at parliament and carries on as nothing is wrong is truly shameful.
I have watched politics for 60 years and I have seen some bad things and some criminal actions by parliamentarians but never on the scale of this pack of Conservative government rat pack. The next few years could ruin our system if it carries on. I am hoping for a revolt within the party to stop this attack on our democratic process would be welcome by many
Monday, May 14, 2012
Perfect Day
Temperature around 20C with clear skies makes for a perfect day to get the final garden planted. With little chance for a late frost we in southern Ontario take advantage of days like this to complete our planting. On a drive in the countryside to reach our landfill site we saw numerous farmers working their fields. Dust flew up from the machinery as the planting was completed on dry land. Theresa and I were making our semi annual visit to receive free compost for our yard work. We are able to receive seven bags or containers of perfect compost.
The land was waiting for that precious rain to begin the growing and we are not expecting any soon. While some years the wet weather holds the farmers from working the soil this year everything was perfect and Mother Nature should help with a good long rain .In our small garden the strawberries are the best I have seen but we are able to water. I am sure that our tap water is not as good as the rain but it will do in a pinch.
The satisfaction we get from having our hands meet soil is difficult to understand but anyone who grows up working and depending on the earth has an inner need to stay close even if it is only a pot garden. In our neighbourhood every person works hard to have that perfect lawn and trimmed shrubs. In the future perhaps we will become less conscientious of the green grass and become more in tune with the natural order. Water will become an issue in many places as it is today in the sun belt and we will realize that green grass may become a symbol of poor water management.
In Florida we are rationed for water and are only permitted to water twice a week at certain hours. The native grasses and trees have a built in safeguard and during the dry season they turn brown only to rebound at the first rain of the wet season. If everyone thought this way brown would be beautiful during the dry season.
People are becoming more aware of the fragile balance of nature and I see a real strength with the younger generation who have a clearer regard for the need of Green living. If everyone did a little it would make a tremendous impact on our renewable resources.
The land was waiting for that precious rain to begin the growing and we are not expecting any soon. While some years the wet weather holds the farmers from working the soil this year everything was perfect and Mother Nature should help with a good long rain .In our small garden the strawberries are the best I have seen but we are able to water. I am sure that our tap water is not as good as the rain but it will do in a pinch.
The satisfaction we get from having our hands meet soil is difficult to understand but anyone who grows up working and depending on the earth has an inner need to stay close even if it is only a pot garden. In our neighbourhood every person works hard to have that perfect lawn and trimmed shrubs. In the future perhaps we will become less conscientious of the green grass and become more in tune with the natural order. Water will become an issue in many places as it is today in the sun belt and we will realize that green grass may become a symbol of poor water management.
In Florida we are rationed for water and are only permitted to water twice a week at certain hours. The native grasses and trees have a built in safeguard and during the dry season they turn brown only to rebound at the first rain of the wet season. If everyone thought this way brown would be beautiful during the dry season.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Much On My Mind
It seems that once in a while there is overload on my mind. I never ever thought about this before but now at my more advanced age I get a little concerned about too much on my plate at one time. Deaths of friends has weighed heavy during the last few years when many of my closest friends have taken a journey to the great abyss. Preparing for down sizing is a needed reality but I don't know if I can cope with the idea of getting rid of the wonderful clutter I accumulated during the last 60 years.
Realizing that for the first time in my life that people see me as an aging being and treat me in like manner. I never thought of aging would be such a personal process. Ar least my family and close friends treat me the same. Growing old gracefully is such a myth; I will grow old any way I please and and I haven't decided yet how that will be. I know it will take some doing to change my ways and I really don't see the need anyhow.
There is so much that I have not done and I see so many glitches in my way to achieving these dreams that I worry I will be gone before I do everything . Small simple tasks that I would do before breakfast now require the morning and big tasks sometimes don't get done at all.
I love to write and could do much more of it but there is the physical aspect to life that must be attended to. Exercise often, eat well, be careful what you drink and how much, don't overdo anything and always everything in moderation. Actually I never did anything in moderation.....why should I start now?
Tomorrow I will be sorry I wrote this blog but tonight I am just venting. Venting is good for your health and I wish to be healthy. Actually I feel better already so I will have a small moderate drink and sleep soundly.
Realizing that for the first time in my life that people see me as an aging being and treat me in like manner. I never thought of aging would be such a personal process. Ar least my family and close friends treat me the same. Growing old gracefully is such a myth; I will grow old any way I please and and I haven't decided yet how that will be. I know it will take some doing to change my ways and I really don't see the need anyhow.
There is so much that I have not done and I see so many glitches in my way to achieving these dreams that I worry I will be gone before I do everything . Small simple tasks that I would do before breakfast now require the morning and big tasks sometimes don't get done at all.
I love to write and could do much more of it but there is the physical aspect to life that must be attended to. Exercise often, eat well, be careful what you drink and how much, don't overdo anything and always everything in moderation. Actually I never did anything in moderation.....why should I start now?
Tomorrow I will be sorry I wrote this blog but tonight I am just venting. Venting is good for your health and I wish to be healthy. Actually I feel better already so I will have a small moderate drink and sleep soundly.
Mothers
Everyone has a Mother. This makes mothers the most influential group of people in the world. Even in countries that have little regard or respect for women their role makes them so important in bringing up a nation and guiding the youth in acquiring their values.
Mothers are honoured every year in May and a special day is declared. People chose to celebrate in many different ways but flowers and gifts seem to be the most common in North America. In our large family we had a routine which was repeated every year. We would attend church in the morning, wearing a flower. Red if your mother was alive and white if she was deceased. I remember one time making what I thought was a smart remark when I suggested that pink would be appropriate if your mother was sick. My Mom straightened me out in a hurry.
After church we would walk home to dinner prepared by our father. He never much cared about church attendance but he could cook when necessary. Immediately after dinner we boys and sometimes the girls would run down to the Big Pond forest and look for May flowers. These tiny pink and white flowers were the provincial flower of Nova Scotia and usually bloomed in May.After we picked a bunch we would grasp them tightly in our hands and race home to present them to Mom.
It always amazed me how excited she would be as we each in turn presented her with our lovely flowers. Mom acted excited with each offering and carefully placed them in water. They only lasted a short time but these flowers represented the love and respect we held for our Mom. Time went on and soon I was married and the father of four children. My children used to make Mothers Day special for their mother. I always felt a special inner glow as my kids honoured her and I thought of the happy times I had on Mother's Day when I was a child.
Mothers are special and were more women in charge of more responsible positions in this world it would be a better place by far.
Mothers are honoured every year in May and a special day is declared. People chose to celebrate in many different ways but flowers and gifts seem to be the most common in North America. In our large family we had a routine which was repeated every year. We would attend church in the morning, wearing a flower. Red if your mother was alive and white if she was deceased. I remember one time making what I thought was a smart remark when I suggested that pink would be appropriate if your mother was sick. My Mom straightened me out in a hurry.
After church we would walk home to dinner prepared by our father. He never much cared about church attendance but he could cook when necessary. Immediately after dinner we boys and sometimes the girls would run down to the Big Pond forest and look for May flowers. These tiny pink and white flowers were the provincial flower of Nova Scotia and usually bloomed in May.After we picked a bunch we would grasp them tightly in our hands and race home to present them to Mom.
It always amazed me how excited she would be as we each in turn presented her with our lovely flowers. Mom acted excited with each offering and carefully placed them in water. They only lasted a short time but these flowers represented the love and respect we held for our Mom. Time went on and soon I was married and the father of four children. My children used to make Mothers Day special for their mother. I always felt a special inner glow as my kids honoured her and I thought of the happy times I had on Mother's Day when I was a child.
Mothers are special and were more women in charge of more responsible positions in this world it would be a better place by far.
President Obama Got It Right
In America where there is a great divide between reality and the Conservative Right it took great courage for the President to make such a clear statement about equality of life for all people. It was a risky business to go against the largest single political group and stand up to the Christian block who stand out and up for such a public demonization of people who have lifestyles unlike their own.
Human sexuality is not a choice, as people are born predisposed to their sexual orientation. Most of us grew up in a world where the very mention of gay or lesbian rights would be unheard of. Many of us bought into the common practice of prejudicial attitudes and public condemnation. However, we changed, and today you are in the minority to hold on to those ignorant and hurtful beliefs.
Canada has been a leader in human rights and equality of life. There are, however, among us a smaller but strong group who would -if permitted - throw us back to the old days and deny the dignity afforded all citizens by making laws denying the freedoms we now enjoy.
As a person who had for years appreciated the differences in sexual orientation and became comfortable in my association with gay and lesbian co-workers, I am appalled when I witness boorish behaviour. The issue goes even further for me as I feel that the exclusion of anyone for reasons of sexual, religious, racial or any orientation denies these people of the basic human right to be themselves.
Good for Obama to make the statement; now it is up to America to live up to the challenge and welcome neighbours and friends of every persuasion to live together in harmony.
Human sexuality is not a choice, as people are born predisposed to their sexual orientation. Most of us grew up in a world where the very mention of gay or lesbian rights would be unheard of. Many of us bought into the common practice of prejudicial attitudes and public condemnation. However, we changed, and today you are in the minority to hold on to those ignorant and hurtful beliefs.
Canada has been a leader in human rights and equality of life. There are, however, among us a smaller but strong group who would -if permitted - throw us back to the old days and deny the dignity afforded all citizens by making laws denying the freedoms we now enjoy.
As a person who had for years appreciated the differences in sexual orientation and became comfortable in my association with gay and lesbian co-workers, I am appalled when I witness boorish behaviour. The issue goes even further for me as I feel that the exclusion of anyone for reasons of sexual, religious, racial or any orientation denies these people of the basic human right to be themselves.
Good for Obama to make the statement; now it is up to America to live up to the challenge and welcome neighbours and friends of every persuasion to live together in harmony.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Funerals Bring People Together
The last few days back in Pembroke brought me the opportunity to reunite with people I have not seen for years. Some I saw at the last funeral but for the most part the people were years apart from our last greeting. We stayed with our great friends John and Joan and while there another long time friend Doug shows up and the line of people begins.
I will not attempt to name all the folks that came to honour Arlyss but a few have to be noted. My office boss and long time friend Betty was there and with my girls we had a good chat. It is a rewarding feeling to be once again in person with people who had such an impact on our lives. It gives you a quick look into the past and a warm feeling all over.
June and Janis and many more shared a few minutes but during those precious moments part of our life was rekindled. For the most part the people with whom Theresa and I mingled with were folks that had a history in my life and having the opportunity to for Theresa to meet them meant much to me.
As we returned to John and Joan's home before leaving for Oakville I felt that my batteries were recharged and our conversation during the five hour drive home was filled with a discussion about how all these people fitted into my life. It was impossible for me to fill in all the gaps during our talk but it was rewarding for me to be able to give Theresa some of the background so she will be able to put a face on some of the people I talk about on a regular basis.
Most people I know are right there in my mind and the time we are away from each other are just moments when we once again meet.I believe celebrations of life are just that: time for the living to understand the true meaning of their place in the natural order of things. amen.
I will not attempt to name all the folks that came to honour Arlyss but a few have to be noted. My office boss and long time friend Betty was there and with my girls we had a good chat. It is a rewarding feeling to be once again in person with people who had such an impact on our lives. It gives you a quick look into the past and a warm feeling all over.
June and Janis and many more shared a few minutes but during those precious moments part of our life was rekindled. For the most part the people with whom Theresa and I mingled with were folks that had a history in my life and having the opportunity to for Theresa to meet them meant much to me.
As we returned to John and Joan's home before leaving for Oakville I felt that my batteries were recharged and our conversation during the five hour drive home was filled with a discussion about how all these people fitted into my life. It was impossible for me to fill in all the gaps during our talk but it was rewarding for me to be able to give Theresa some of the background so she will be able to put a face on some of the people I talk about on a regular basis.
Bad News - Good News
This week there was an announcement made by the fruit growers of Ontario stating that up to 80% of the apple crop could be lost due to a sudden and late frost. The tender fruit could also be affected as well. This is a huge loss not only to the farmers but to the Ontario economy.
That was the bad news. Personally I lost the flowers on both of my apple trees but he pear and cherry trees were left untouched. The tender strawberries managed to also go without damage, in fact we are looking foreword to an excellent crop.
Our Swiss chard and garlic which winter over were OK and I feel that Mother Nature has given us at least half a loaf. Perhaps all the rest of the gardening efforts will be rewarded and our flowers will bloom and our vegetables will flourish.
That was the bad news. Personally I lost the flowers on both of my apple trees but he pear and cherry trees were left untouched. The tender strawberries managed to also go without damage, in fact we are looking foreword to an excellent crop.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Arlyss Is On His Way
The slumber room at the undertakers is quite large and designed so that people will come in, view the body, and then mill about and talk about the deceased. Well Arlyss did not agree. The room was as I described but the dynamics were quite different. Arlyss was down at one end of the room with a sort of half smile, and I kind of knew what he would be thinking if he were alive.
In life, Arlyss was a person who came into a room and mingled but never stood out. Today he shone the whole time. As in life, he was quiet and almost unnoticed but today the throng that filled the room were laughing and talking - and on every lip was a Arlyss story. He was the star and every person in that room mingled and met, some for the first time in years and and the topic was Arlyss.
Maybe hundreds were there during the three viewings. What a term, "viewing" which opens up the idea of examining the body, but Arlyss had other ideas. He knew that by designing this celebration this way, that everyone who cared would come and re-unite in celebration of his life. He knew that the people who cared would be there - and they were. Friends, teachers, students and people who had been the recipient of his generosity all came out, and although he was not a vocal participant, he was there also.
Arlyss stories came forth and everyone had a happy face and a cheerful smile as the time was shared with the memory of this teacher and friend who touched so many. The two stories that bear receiving the printed word are as follows:
Arlyss loved cats and owned many. He lived on Mary street so word around the city was that Arlyss had the best CAT HOUSE in Pembroke.
Arlyss loved dogs and when his dog LUCKY died he buried him in the back yard. On one of Arlyss' visit to a flea market he found a stone to place on LUCKY'S grave. His mother came to visit and in her wandering about the yard, she found the grave. She was curious and leaned in closer to read it. It read.. "In loving memory of mother". His mother was upset and when approached, Arlyss explained that although it was not appropriate, the price had been right.
The whole time we shared in PEMBROKE was immersed with memories from time shared from an earlier era and as we drove back to Oakville, my kids and Theresa felt that this celebration of life was truly an Arlyss moment.
In life, Arlyss was a person who came into a room and mingled but never stood out. Today he shone the whole time. As in life, he was quiet and almost unnoticed but today the throng that filled the room were laughing and talking - and on every lip was a Arlyss story. He was the star and every person in that room mingled and met, some for the first time in years and and the topic was Arlyss.
Maybe hundreds were there during the three viewings. What a term, "viewing" which opens up the idea of examining the body, but Arlyss had other ideas. He knew that by designing this celebration this way, that everyone who cared would come and re-unite in celebration of his life. He knew that the people who cared would be there - and they were. Friends, teachers, students and people who had been the recipient of his generosity all came out, and although he was not a vocal participant, he was there also.
Arlyss stories came forth and everyone had a happy face and a cheerful smile as the time was shared with the memory of this teacher and friend who touched so many. The two stories that bear receiving the printed word are as follows:
Arlyss loved cats and owned many. He lived on Mary street so word around the city was that Arlyss had the best CAT HOUSE in Pembroke.
Arlyss loved dogs and when his dog LUCKY died he buried him in the back yard. On one of Arlyss' visit to a flea market he found a stone to place on LUCKY'S grave. His mother came to visit and in her wandering about the yard, she found the grave. She was curious and leaned in closer to read it. It read.. "In loving memory of mother". His mother was upset and when approached, Arlyss explained that although it was not appropriate, the price had been right.
The whole time we shared in PEMBROKE was immersed with memories from time shared from an earlier era and as we drove back to Oakville, my kids and Theresa felt that this celebration of life was truly an Arlyss moment.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
My Friend Arlyss
Arlyss began life on a small farm in Eastern Ontario. Eighty acres was a small farm but his Mom and Dad managed to make a living and raise two children. It could be said that all that is really genuine about Arlyss was gleaned through his connection with the land. He grew up and became a educator and served his students well.
I first met Arlyss when I applied for the position of Supervising Principal in Pembroke in 1966. He was the first person who engaged me in a conversation after I was hired and with a handshake we became friends. He was easy to like and during the years after I rarely heard a negative word pass his lips. He was a small person in stature but strong as any person I knew for his size.He wore a smile which often hid some of the hurt he felt from criticism and gossip.
Arlyss grew on my family and very soon he became a regular at our table and on frequent trips. I relied on my friend to gain the mood of the community and he was rarely wrong. I had a turbulent beginning with my career in Pembroke as the city was not ready for the changes I had in mind. Many times he came to my defence with staff and people in the community over issues. This honest example of loyalty became more apparent as our friendship grew.
The number of occasions when Arlyss appeared from nowhere to rescue the day with his help in providing beautiful food as only he could do were too numerous to name. Our family expected him to be at all our family gatherings and he became a true and significant member in our decision making. We valued his judgment and when I entered politics he was right there by my side. Many people questioned our relationship because we were quite different and lived life styles which seemed to be incompatible. He was there when we travelled to Cape Breton and Wales, and it seemed that whenever something was happening in our family he contributed to the occasion.
In Pembroke there was an elite club called the Friday night club and was held every week after work at Arlyss' home. This was a loosely organized group and when I came to Pembroke I saw the people entering his house every week. I was feeling that I was missing something and asked why I was not invited. He said that I might feel out of place with the group. I assured him I would be OK and the next Friday I attended . I never missed another Friday gathering as I loved the close relationship I developed during these get togethers. The close group of Arlyss, Winston, John, Doug and myself still are close and the group was larger but we were special.
Arlyss and I had a unique relationship. I trusted him without a doubt and shared secrets and information that was very personal and sometimes vital to my position in the community. He never betrayed my trust. He stood beside me through the good and the bad and never let me down. He was a true friend and after I left Pembroke we remained close.
Arlyss visited us for years and always brought a joyful presence every time he came. He shared some inner thoughts that showed some inner turmoil pestered him through his life but he never let it interfere with his relationship with our family. Arlyss loved my children and at all occasions he held them in high regard. Our children in return always thought of Mr. Young as one of them.
When I received the news that Arlyss had passed away I was shaken because I knew I had lost one of my really genuine friends. I talked to him about eight days before and he did not sound right. He did not want to engage me in a conversation and he was distracted. I knew something was not right and told Theresa so. I was upset but knew he would be OK. He always was. But this time he was not. I lost a great friend and was proud to walk with him through our 45 years of sharing friendship and considered him a really good person. He will always be part of my life and I will cherish his memory.
I first met Arlyss when I applied for the position of Supervising Principal in Pembroke in 1966. He was the first person who engaged me in a conversation after I was hired and with a handshake we became friends. He was easy to like and during the years after I rarely heard a negative word pass his lips. He was a small person in stature but strong as any person I knew for his size.He wore a smile which often hid some of the hurt he felt from criticism and gossip.
Arlyss grew on my family and very soon he became a regular at our table and on frequent trips. I relied on my friend to gain the mood of the community and he was rarely wrong. I had a turbulent beginning with my career in Pembroke as the city was not ready for the changes I had in mind. Many times he came to my defence with staff and people in the community over issues. This honest example of loyalty became more apparent as our friendship grew.
The number of occasions when Arlyss appeared from nowhere to rescue the day with his help in providing beautiful food as only he could do were too numerous to name. Our family expected him to be at all our family gatherings and he became a true and significant member in our decision making. We valued his judgment and when I entered politics he was right there by my side. Many people questioned our relationship because we were quite different and lived life styles which seemed to be incompatible. He was there when we travelled to Cape Breton and Wales, and it seemed that whenever something was happening in our family he contributed to the occasion.
In Pembroke there was an elite club called the Friday night club and was held every week after work at Arlyss' home. This was a loosely organized group and when I came to Pembroke I saw the people entering his house every week. I was feeling that I was missing something and asked why I was not invited. He said that I might feel out of place with the group. I assured him I would be OK and the next Friday I attended . I never missed another Friday gathering as I loved the close relationship I developed during these get togethers. The close group of Arlyss, Winston, John, Doug and myself still are close and the group was larger but we were special.
Arlyss and I had a unique relationship. I trusted him without a doubt and shared secrets and information that was very personal and sometimes vital to my position in the community. He never betrayed my trust. He stood beside me through the good and the bad and never let me down. He was a true friend and after I left Pembroke we remained close.
Arlyss visited us for years and always brought a joyful presence every time he came. He shared some inner thoughts that showed some inner turmoil pestered him through his life but he never let it interfere with his relationship with our family. Arlyss loved my children and at all occasions he held them in high regard. Our children in return always thought of Mr. Young as one of them.
When I received the news that Arlyss had passed away I was shaken because I knew I had lost one of my really genuine friends. I talked to him about eight days before and he did not sound right. He did not want to engage me in a conversation and he was distracted. I knew something was not right and told Theresa so. I was upset but knew he would be OK. He always was. But this time he was not. I lost a great friend and was proud to walk with him through our 45 years of sharing friendship and considered him a really good person. He will always be part of my life and I will cherish his memory.
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