Monday, 25 May 2009

MTM - a rough day on the coast

A video worth watching.
The Coast Guard
Water safety is of utmost importance, but the action on the big waters fascinates me. Our local fishermen tend to be the highest percentage of those who drown (without lifejackets)
These folks are just amazing!

An honourable reflection of those who serve...from Powell River Books.

Writing a sonnet

If you're writing the most familiar kind of sonnet, the Shakespearean, the rhyme scheme is this:

A/B/A/B C/D/C/D E/F/E/F G/G

A sonnet is an argument. Its metaphors builds this argument, moves from one metaphor to the next. In a Shakespearean sonnet, the argument builds up like this:
  • First quatrain: An exposition of the main theme and main metaphor.
  • Second quatrain: Theme and metaphor extended or complicated; often, some imaginative example is given.
  • Third quatrain: Peripeteia (a twist or conflict), introduced by a "but" off the ninth line.
  • Couplet: Summarizes and leaves the reader with a new, concluding image.
If you have mastered these rules...check for this. As language evolves, practices change. Times have changed, as has language. See also: "rules" of The English Sonnet by Crosland disallowed rhymes using...
  • words ending in "ty," "ly" and "cy" must not be used as rhymes whether in octet or sestet.
  • This also applies to the pronoun "I" and to easy or over-worked rhymes such as "see," me," "be" and "day," "may," "play." "Be," "bee," "maybe,'' "sea," "see"
  • Words ending in "cy' do not rhyme together, and must not be "rhymed" in either octet br sestet. (Crosland, 1917)
I have a goal to become a bit more creative, weaving spoken word and digital images and video. (I am 'retired'!) If I am successful, my son, an actor who specializes in UK accents, will read it for me! I gave him a birthday card, which I put on YouTube when he did a cold reading (59 sec.). There is something that happens when you hear them read so!

Here is a short video by Dave Mckean demonstrating what I mean.



The text:

Sonnet 138 --Shakespeare

When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.

Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue,
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:

But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told.

Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.

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IAMBIC PENTAMETER
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Sunday, 24 May 2009

spring

My insect photo collection
spring sings in my world
brilliant petals painted bright--
black flies enter formation

seasons

Time at the cottage is precious. The season is short. Some say we have two seasons: bugs and snow. Others say boats in and boats out.

I say we have 4: bugs, snow, construction and tourists, not mutually exclusive.

How great to see our seasonal visitors back. Well, some of them.

Just to vent: folks across the way had their spotlight on until well after 1:00 a.m., shooting firecrackers at 10:30 p.m., which thankfully stopped. But the music kept up until 1:00. The sound travels so easily over the water. Such an intrusion.

Some fire them off 5 nights in a row.

We are powerless. It takes police 45 min, at least, to get here, then they need a boat as it is boat access only...yikes. It went down to 10 degrees C. last night. At least they didn't have a fire. The day time temperatures are high enough that we open our windows at night. The stink from fires is awful.

I saw this post: Some of our noisy neighbours, then realized she was talking about 4-footed ones! We have those, too. But usually only in winter when the lake freezes over.

What are your seasons?

My family tree - life in the bush

Introduction

This was originally an essay written in early 19family tree76. I tried to trace the family’s development from about 1800 through to the late 1900’s. My main source of information was my maternal grandmother, Nanny (1883 – 1978), who had her 92nd birthday on November 9th, 1975. She passed away after a stroke in LTC.

Family History

My Nanny’s name was Anne Butt. She was born in 1883 and she began by telling me all about her maternal grandparents. Her grandmother was English and her grandfather was Scottish. She does not know exactly how they ended up together but both of them came over to Canada on a sailboat. Eventually, they met and married. First, they lived in Portneuf, Quebec. Since the U.S.A. was so undeveloped, people were encouraged to settle there by granting them 60 acres of land to those who would farm it. My great-great grandparents took some land in Bay City, Michigan, in the middle of a forest, far away from any settlement. Bay City is about 100 miles northwest of Detroit, in the Saginaw Bay Area.

They built a log house with only holes in the wall for windows, which were covered with wooden slats. Needless to say, they used a fireplace for warmth and cooking. The fireplace must have been beautiful, made out of stones.

They had three boys at this time, but the children could not wander freely outside since there were Natives who would watch them from the forest and the parents were worried about what might happen. Since they were all alone in the wilderness, great-great-grandfather decided to do something to relieve the situation.

He took a clay pipe and some tobacco, and went outside, placed the pipe on the ground where the natives were watching, and put his hand in the air as in friendship. The Chief came out of the woods, went over to him, picked up the pipe and made some motions. After lighting it the Chief smoked for a bit, then my relative was motioned to do the same. At that point they shook hands as friends and it seemed the situation was remedied. It really did mean that they were friends because form then on the children could wander freely outside and if they ever became lost a Native would find them and bring them back to safety.

After making their peace in this incident, life must have carried on. I’m not sure how many children they had in total, but one of them was Mariah, who was born in 1848.
Their way of life was very typical of that day and age. It was survival on a very basic level. Their only food supply was what was grown, gathered, or hunted. The parents were the educators; the curriculum consisted of information necessary to run the farm: how to plow, when to plant, how to make clothing.

Moving on to my Nanny’s paternal grandparents, now, is a very different story. In the year 1842, they lived in Paris, France and had just had a child: William. The Mallettes had another child later, Julie. While in France, the children studied organ under a prominent organist. When William was 12, the Mallette family came to Canada. Both children kept up their organ studies and William studied bookkeeping, too.

When William was 25, he and his sister were playing the organ in Montreal in Notre Dame Cathedral. Eventually, the family moved to Bay City, Michigan, where William found a job as a bookkeeper in a grocery store.

This is where the sagas merge! Both William and Mariah were working in the same store. By this time, Bay City had grown into a town quite different form the way it was when Mariah was a child. It was large enough to have a store that could afford to hire a bookkeeper who had had training, and an apprenticeship. (Of course, we are talking about a ledger, ink and paper; no computers or calculators!) Progress was encroaching upon many places, changing lifestyles and values. Mariah now had what was a comparatively steady income in the store, whereas her parents farmed in a relatively unstable situation.

Mariah, who was engaged to be married, met William at the store one day. She was very good-looking young woman, you can judge by her photograph. The next day he approached Mariah and asked what the ring on her hand was for and, upon being told, he removed it! He immediately replaced it with a ring he had bought and told her they would get married. Mariah must have fallen in love because they were married three weeks later.

For two years they lived in Bay City, then they moved to Rigaud, Quebec, about 40 miles west of Montreal, where William’s parents first settled. They lived in Montreal and finally settled in Port Hope, which in on the north shore of Lake Ontario.

In the late 1860’s, they had three sons who died of diphtheria. In 1877, the Mallettes had another son, Harry, and in 1879, Mariah bore Fred, followed by Edward in 1880, and three years later, Anne, my grandmother. They lived happily in Port Hope until July 1884, when William died. In those days, Mariah was home with the four children. Now, she had to support them.

By this time Harry was 7, Fred was 4, Edward was three, and my grandmother was 9 months old. In a few years, the savings were gone and Mariah went into the catering business in order to support the family. When she had been in this business awhile, a memorable incident took place.

Mariah was catering for a party in a large house. She was upstairs with the guests. Anne, since there was no day care, had to go along and stay in the kitchen. Apparently, Anne became curious so she, too, went upstairs. She was fascinated by these impressive people. She was noticed by a kindly gentleman who wondered who she was and motioned her to come to see him. He sat her upon his knee were she sat shyly chatting until she was noticed by her mother. Mariah became very agitated and tried to apologize. Children, in those days, did not speak except when spoken to, and Anne didn’t realize what she had done. The man was Sir John A. Macdonald, and very generously gave Anne a ten-dollar bill. During that time that was about half of what the Mallette’s were living on each week.

Eventually, Anne and the boys went to school. It wasn’t compulsory and Anne continued going until she was 14 years old. Harry, Fred and Edward all became molders and went into apprenticeships after grade eight. By the time Anne was 14 they had all married and moved out. The school was a typical one-roomed schoolhouse with 24 children of various ages. The strap was the main form of punishment, but Annie, as she was called, didn’t get the strap because she was a good child.

They studied the three R’s very carefully. Arithmetic was very important, as was spelling and penmanship. They also took geography in which they drew maps. They didn’t have history or other related subjects. Every day they had about an hour of homework. If they didn’t do their homework they had to write lines.

Nanny remembered that they always wore long dresses to school, no skirts at all, never mind pants. (My high school, Jarvis, only allowed girls to wear pants to school my first year of high school, in 1970.) Nanny remembers pretend tea parties at recess under the trees in the sunshine. They played with dolls, tops, dollhouses, and toy dishes.

Lillian, Fred, MarionWhen Nanny was 12, Mariah stopped catering and began to run a boarding house. Anne, when she quit school, helped her mother on a full-time basis. They had a large house, with 19 boarders, to whom they fed breakfast and dinner. Mariah gave them full-course meals, including juice and soup. They also packed a lunch for them.

Every day Annie would clean the rooms. She would sprinkle tea leaves on the carpets and then sweep them up into a dustpan. Linen was always used for the meals, plus there was bedding, so there was a great deal of washing, done by scrubbing. At that time, they were living on about $20 per week after doing all that cooking and cleaning for nineteen people.

One boarder moved into the house in Port Hope. He came from Surrey, England, where his grandfather was the Mayor of Winchester. He had begun his apprenticeship to be a butcher at age 10, and was now going to be a butcher in Port Hope. When nanny was 20, she married this man. His name was Fred Butt, and they moved to Toronto. They opened up a meat and grocery store. Nanny did her share in the store, carrying 150 pounds of meat upstairs from the freezer.

Nanny had lived in Toronto ever since her marriage in 1903. After a year, she gave birth to a boy named Edward (1904 - 1905), who died a year later. He’d had been given a strawberry, which had caused something similar to dysentery. In 1906, Lillian Anna May (D. 1981) was born, Fred Cecil (1908 - 1983), and in 1909, Marion. (They are in the photo on the left.) In 1925, Marion complained on a Thursday that her legs felt funny, and she had her mother rub them for her. Eventually, this continued up her legs, and went through her whole body until 3 days later she died. There is a beautiful picture of Marion, showing long, gorgeous hair.

During the time Marion was growing up, Nanny had two miscarriages. Then, in 1925, 16 yeFred Buttars after her last child was born, and 21 years after her first child, Joan (right), my mother, was born.

Fred Butt, my grandfather (B. 1878), died in 1940. You can see his kindly disposition in this black and white photo, taken on their front steps on Cottingham Ave., in Toronto. My mother was 15 and had to go out and get a job. Nanny then worked for the Children’s Aid Society from 1940 until 1965, when she retired. She had 10 to 12 teenaged girls at a time and in total had about 400 girls, most of which left to get married.

Nanny was moved from her house on Cottingham Ave., in Toronto, to a small apartment, once all the girls had left. She lived there, when she became ill, too ill to live on her own. She was placed in a LTC home, which did not set well at all. She began believing that the nurses were spies, and that they were all out to get her. She had a stroke, and died in a Toronto hospital in 1978, one year before my daughter was born. She never knew her great-granddaughter.

Saturday, 23 May 2009

Censorship

Deutsche-Welle news posted a collection of articles called:

Dossier: Internet censorship and freedom of expression

"According to Reporters Without Borders, over 80 percent of the world's population currently has limited or no access to independent reporting. As of April 20 already, 16 journalists have been killed and 221 journalists, media assistants and cyberdissidents imprisoned this year."

In this, the Information Age, I wonder the actual impact in North America. Many people write many things, with or without the qualifications to do so. I heard of a new Google search, whereby they search for you, and can find not only information, but data, charts and graphs. I would hope that the searchers are able to verify the accuracy and reliability of sources.

Again, this is an issue that affects underdeveloped, less affluent and non-democratic countries. On the other hand, in the UK, our privacy is at risk.

See the BBC story: Camera grid to log number plate: A national network of cameras and computers automatically logging car number plates will be in place within months, the BBC has learned. One senior was pulled over by the anti-terror unit. He regularly attends anti-war demonstrations outside a factory in Brighton, his home town and they were tracking him.

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Camera Critters #59: cats tree raccoon

The bugs are bugging the raccoons as much as the rest of us. She gives herself a good scratch, then comes up on the deck for supper.

Here is the chase scene: our lactating raccoon trying to eat her bird seed. She sees me trying to take a photo, goes down the post and back up the post three times until...

The cats chase her off the deck and treed her. A good time was had by all.Camera Critters

Friday, 22 May 2009

Framing happiness: our attitude

My blogger buddy just responded to a tag-you're-it post. The prompt is to reply to 6 Things That Make Me Happy. I think that happiness is far less something you depend upon from external forces, than a choice to appreciate what is in the here and now. What is... simply is. We must accept it deal with it, and no longer hunger for the past, or for the what ifs, if onlys, or the things that add little to our lives.
Hope: framing it
As we age, the things we hope for change. 
It used to be:
Something to do, someone to love, something to hope for.

Perceptions: Framing a Painting
Attitudes: they frame your perspective. *Doidge (2007) examined the plasticity
of the brain and, through psychotherapy we can change the flow of blood in the
brain and rewire the prefrontal cortex (where thinking occurs). He advocates for the counsellor to help the client reframe her thinking to move forward. Attitude and perception is formed in early years, but can be changed in adulthood. The brain is wired to react in certain ways, but that thinking can be reframed.
Certainly, the reverse is true, too.
I know that we frame our thinking based on what is going on, past or present, in our lives. The amygdala is the emotional centre of the brain. It holds memories and connects them to the emotions of the time. This is one of the factors in PTSD. When you see an image that reminds you of the time, or place of an emotional incident it takes you back to that place and time.
My mom's cancer framed her life in the last few years. She fought it viciously. She could not act as she had: with unconditional love for family, thinking only of others, and learned to fight for herself. She withdrew. She lost her perspective. She lost her focus. She went inward. It was a tough time in our relationship. I am only beginning to understand it.
This painting, by Ygartua, is a favourite of mine. I reframed it, to demonstrate how we can reframe our thinking.


“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life.
Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home.

The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable.
The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our Attitudes.”
--Charles R. Swindoll (American Writer and Clergyman)
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*Doidge, N. (2007). The Brain That Changes Itself. New York: Penguin.

Neighbourly Cottage Visitors -Dos of cottage life/boating

Neighbourly Cottage Visitors
  1. My neighbours keep their music to themselves, know how far sound travels, and understand that we have different tastes in music and respect our bedtime.
  2. When my neighbours build a fire they ensure that they don't let the smoke waft across our property. They check that there is no fire burning by-law in effect. They compost leaves, rather than burning them and putting hydrofluorocarbons in the air.
  3. They only rent their property to people who keep their pets under control. They keep their dogs off of our property, and they don't let their pets chase the wildlife off of our lawn or scare our pets.
  4. They teach renters about the etiquette of lake life and teach them how to paddle a canoe, run their boat properly, and sail our wee lake without ending up in trouble and requiring rescue! They waterski only during daylight hours and keep well away from sailboats & canoes. Traffic can be busy on busy weekends.
  5. They refrain from lighting fireworks seven nights in a row, especially week nights they know that some of us have to go to work in the morning.
  6. They have never fished thirty feet off of the dock of cottagers and respect the personal space. We only fear those who do, and their lures that get left at the bottom of our swimming area.
  7. They don't cruise aimlessly up and down the lake, dumping gas into the lake from their boat or Personal Watercraft polluting the air and water with its gas smell and noise.
  8. They stay away from our shoreline, keeping their speed low so as not to ruin vegetation, enervate us and dislodge wildlife from their shoreline habitat, respecting our Watch Your Wake� sign. In most provinces there is a 10 kph speed limit within 30 metres (100 feet) from shore. Fine is $125. Maximum fine is $500 or six months imprisonment. (Canada Shipping Act: Boating Restriction Regulations)
  9. If they waterski they don't go into our lake's little lagoon, which is narrow and not suited to their noisy machines. They stay away from swimmers and only ski during daylight hours. They refrain from swearing and assaulting our ears with fouls language, which carries easily across the water, and respect our right to living in a peaceful Muskoka.
  10. They keep their boat clean, and refrain from dumping pollutants in our waters. Many of our fellow cottagers must use lake water for their drinking and cooking.
What to remember: boating safety
  1. Only swim with others. Swimmers are at great risk in cottage country. No one should be at the water unsupervised. Death by drowning cannot be a pretty sight.
  2. Little kids should be supervised carefully. Last year I saw two little girls wandering around a barge deck at the end of the dock - 30m from mom on the cottage deck. They did not have lifejackets on.
  3. Boating and drinking is still a concern. Safe boating is a vigilant practice. This is a self-inflicted wound and highly preventable by following the safe driving Transport Canada guidelines. Those who operate a boat must have operator cards. The Safe Boating Guide is required knowledge to pass this test.
  4. Passengers cannot be sitting in front of drivers, especially small children.
  5. Lifejackets are a must. Label yours as the wind can pick them up and take them down wind! Put on your life jacket. Emergency crews and neighbours do not want to have to rescue you! Life jackets need to be 'onboard' Personal Water Craft (PWC), but they are so very dangerous and cannot be accessed in an emergency.
  6. Ensure that you bring clothes to allow for every weather condition. Life by the water can be cool in the night while hot in the day. We are often 5 degrees cooler than, for example, Toronto only a couple of hours to the south. Several sets of clothes are wise for kids. I know mine always had a 'soaker' within the first hour of their visit.
  7. Be prepared with sun lotion, bug spray, and moisturizer for those inevitable dry skin or sun burn episodes. Band-aids and a First Aid kit are important tools.
  8. Ensure that you have enough towels. Young kids get cold.
  9. If you bring water toys buy a repair kit for an emergency.

Book Review: Raisin Wine


I was trying to figure out a review for a different book. I have been reading a lot of murder mysteries; you can see from my book review list.

One of my best local reads has Raisin Wine (2007), by our former Lt. Gov., James Bartleman. Written about his home town, Port Carling, it tells a story of poverty, racism and ignorance of Native Culture.


Our phenomenal local man led a life that defies belief, yet one I have read in other stories. Native Peoples living in a land raped and overtaken by white folks usurping their territory. Settlers brought with them disrespect for not only the people, but the land. We still find places where the ancient civilizations were referred to as 'savages', as Champlain did in HIS memoir. I surely hope we know better now.

This book is a raw look at living off the land in a land where it was no longer possible. It tells of substandard housing and victims of poverty - living next door to those who maintained two homes: one in the city and one in cottage country. Beautifully written in the third person, we can see how this marvellous man and humanitarian, has risen above the heartless treatment he received as a youth. He managed to become a heartful human being.
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Yesterday's story from McKellar PK. P.S., Lakehead DSB was shocking: a young boy having his hair cut by an educational assistant. Many teachers (thanks to Gr. 6, and 9 curriculum) have learned to appreciate the teachings of the Aboriginal community, including this symbol of strength. It is one recent example of racism. 'Thunder Bay mom wants answers after teacher's aide chops off son's hair'.

The myths of the Underground Railroad seem to give some pride, yet very few slaves escaped using this route. When they arrived in Canada they still faced ignorance. A brilliant story,The Hanging Of Angelique: The Untold Story Of Canadian Slavery tells of the hanging of a black woman. Well-researched, it busts the myths. By Afua Cooper, 2006.
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