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Legends of Myself 103

August 6, 2016

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Burnaby, 1961. Astronauts, Magic Pencils and Snowball Fights. Although they dominate, not all the memories I have of Schou School are of the schoolyard.  I remember our teacher bringing his old Edison phonograph into the classroom, and I got my first look at an Edison cylinder, a technology obsolete before my father was born.  Even […]

Legends of Myself 102

August 3, 2015

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102.  Burnaby, 1961:  Courtyard and Schoolyard The Sunset Auto Court was laid out like half a squared-off target, with the offices at the bull’s-eye, a driveway around that, and the apartments making up the outer layer.  Behind and parallel to the street was the alley, technically not accessible anywhere from the Auto Court—unless the need […]

Legends of Myself 88

July 19, 2014

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88.  The Boneyard, 1961:  The Return of Canary Yellow I’m not sure where my father got the paper from, though I suspect he bought it all at once, some kind of bargain.  The sheets appeared first holding Shaw quotes on the walls of our room in Prince Rupert.  They were half sized, 5 ½ by […]

Father Theo Goes to Climate School 1

September 19, 2013

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Understanding the Climate Change Conversation I went to school online recently to take a very basic climate change course.  I’ve been studying the subject outside of an academic setting for years now.  I thought it was time to listen in on what real experts say about the subject when they have time to be expansive […]

Legends of Myself 80

July 1, 2013

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80. Hartley Bay, 1960:  Teddy’s Smart My father hovered around the Inside Passage a little while after dropping me off at Hartley Bay.  He must have done some more fishing.  The last I saw of our skiff was pulled up on the float at Hartley Bay, the net tangled with (by then, dead) crabs. Before […]

Hippy-Speak and Aboriginal Education

April 14, 2013

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One time I was given a lesson on how to shake a hand by the managing partner of a major downtown law firm.  My grip was too limp, he said.  You have to keep it firm.  I suppose my handshake was limp.  I have always considered the classic grip handshake as a little bit too […]

Legends of Myself 66

March 17, 2013

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66. Gitanmaax 1959-1960:  Winter When my father arrived for a visit at Christmas, I suspect if I had told him about my Grade Four teacher’s experiments in classroom apartheid, he would have taken me out of Hazelton on the next train to the coast.  He wasn’t likely to tolerate abuse towards me of any sort, […]