Fwd: EPISODE 395 DUEL….ROUND BALES OR SQUARE BALES July 2021



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From: ALAN SKEOCH <alan.skeoch@rogers.com>
Subject: EPISODE 395 DUEL….ROUND BALES OR SQUARE BALES July 2021
Date: July 23, 2021 at 6:59:53 PM EDT
To: Alan Skeoch <alan.skeoch@rogers.com>, Marjorie Skeoch <marjorieskeoch@gmail.com>, John Wardle <jwardle@rogers.com>


EPISODE 395    DUEL…ROUND BALES OR SQUARE BALES


alan skeoch
July 23, 2021

There seems to be a bit of a duel going on between round balers
and square balers….on fifth line today


Fwd: EPISODE 387 THE PERPLEXING CASE OF THE LUBICON CREE: THE FORGOTTEN TRIBE



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From: Norman Paterson <normanreedpaterson@gmail.com>
Subject: Re: EPISODE 387 THE PERPLEXING CASE OF THE LUBICON CREE: THE FORGOTTEN TRIBE
Date: July 13, 2021 at 9:15:47 AM EDT
To: ALAN SKEOCH <alan.skeoch@rogers.com>


A very interesting story. Top marks to Rachel Notley.

Norm


On Mon, Jul 12, 2021, 9:18 PM ALAN SKEOCH, <alan.skeoch@rogers.com> wrote:
EPISODE 387   THE PERPLEXING CASE OF THE LUBICON CREE: THE FORGOTTEN TRIBE


alan skeoch
July 2021

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Chief Bernard Ominayak of Lubicon Cree…attempt to negotiate land claim in 1998…his sister Rose made speech to United Nations officials. Bernard in suit, unsure 
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Cree men as seen in 1898…Lubicon cree Never signed Treaty #8




One nice result of researching a book is that nice people surface now and then to offer help.
That’s what happened with the Lubicon Cree…. became Chapter 12 of YOUR HOME ON NATIVE LAND.
Let me quote part of the chapter written in 2008.  Remember the book is a dialogue between a young Mississauga First
Nations boy and his wise grandmother from the New Credit Reserve in Ontario.  The story may make you cry.

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CHAPTER 12

QUESTION: “Have you ever heard of a cross-cut saw?”

“Of course! What has that to do with land claims?”
“Keep the saw blade in mind, back and forth. Cutting.’

“There is a tribe in Northern Alberta called the Lubicon Cree.  When Treaty
Number 8 was signed in 1898 the officials did not know this tribe existed.
They were missed because the were remote.  They were not found until
1939 when two government men reached them.

Since they had not signed a treaty, they still had rights to their land…if they
could prove they were native people.  There were only 154 of them, which a
government official reduced to 30…too small a number to merit a reserve.
Problem solved.  Right?”

“Doesn’t sound right to me. Why make a big deal ? Why not recognize the Lubicon
and set up a reserve…get a new agreement?”

“The federal and provincial government just wanted to get rid of the problem
because there was oil on the land where the Lubicon live. Lots of it.
The Alberta government passed a law banning the Lubicon from their land.

One hundred oil companies came in, cut road, set up drills…in five years 
there were 400 oil wells pumping crude oil.  Then a huge Japanese pulp and 
paper mill was built consuming millions of trees each year.”


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QUESTION:“Who owns the oilfield? Who owns the trees?”

“Right! One young Lubicon, Bernard Ominayak decided to fight the paper war.
It is not easy for one man…or a small group of Native people…to take on 
governments and oil companies.   He was pushed back and forth like
that cross-cut saw we talked about.  No agreement.  Nothing happened.  His
leadership was badmouthed and undercut.

“His people were split.  depressed.  No clear title to their homes.  Not sure
they were even Natives.  Drinking, suicides…a downward track for a depressed
people.”

QUESTION: “What could they do?  Nothing!”

“Years passed.  Decades passed.  No settlement.  Finally in 1998, they took
their case to the United Nations and the World Council of Churches.”

QUESTION: “Did they win?”

“I won’t tell you just yet, but picture this. A big room…there are a lot of important
United Nations representatives in the room. Chief Ominayak speaks:
    ‘I Would like Rose Ominayak to speak for my people.’
Rose is shy and afraid.  She will not look at the officials but she begins to
read her statement.   There is an electric silence in the room as she
speaks softly .. barely audible at first:

ROSE OMINAYAK: “My name is Rose Ominayak. I am Lubicon Cree. 
We, the Lubicon Lake Naton, are tired.  We are frustrated and angry. We feel
we cannot wait another minute to have our land claim settled.  Fifty years is
too long.  In those 50 years, we have watched our land and lives be destroyed
by Canadian governments and corporations.   Our children are sick from
drinking water that oil has spilled in.  They are sick from breathing the poisoned
and polluted air the pulp mill has made.  We are sick from eating animals, animals
that arse sick from disease from poisoned plants and water.  Our children have
nothing.  they cannot breathe – even that has been taken.  Their culture, the bush life,
has been destroyed by development. When we were young, we lived in the bush.
It was a good life. Now we have no trap lines, nothing to hunt. There are no jobs,
no money to live a decent life.  We see ourselves, our men and our children falling
into despair, hopelessness, less self-esteem and drinking.  Families are broken
like never before.  Drinking and violence rise as our spirits fall.

ROSE CONTINUES

“We live our lives in constant danger…we have been afraid since the blockade
(the Lubicon people blockaded roads for a time) …afraid to go to certain places in 
town.  Our sons have been beaten by white men when they say they are Lubicon.
We are even afraid to say what we are!  The roads are dusty and dangerous to travel.
The logging and oil trucks run us off sometimes…we are not even safe in the bush.
We are afraid to go into the bush because the white sports hunters shoot at 
anything that moves.”

ROSE CONTINUES

“We ask why?  Why us? What have we don to deserve such treatment?  Why can’t 
the government settle with the Lubicon?  We are not dogs, but we are treated like dogs.
We are people just like you.  We are equal.  We have every right to be here.”

QUESTION: “S0 what happened to the Lubicon Cree?”

“Do you want the short answer or the long answer?”’
“The short answer.”
“Both answer are the same.  Nothing happened.     By 2007, not a thing had changed.
Canada was condemned for its treatment of the Lubicon.  Some other tricks
were used to break their spirit, which partially worked.   The blockade was lifted and 
the trucks continued but the Lubicon did not get their reserve or payment for oil
and lumber.  The Six Nations people in Ontario protested in sympathy as did the
Mohawks in Montreal….stopped traffic and handed out pamphlets but noting was
achieved.  it is a sad case.”



QUESTION: Does no one care outside of our First Nations people?”

“There are people who care.  Ron Kaplansky and Liz White in Toronto formed
the Lubicon Legal Defence Fund to help the Lubicon people pay for their legal
bills and help the children.  They sent more than $170,000 over eight years.
No change had happened.  “The government has beat this tribe so much,” stated
Kaplansky in 2006, “I don’t think they have any fight left…” The defence fund has
now closed down and there is still no settlement.

QUESTION:  “What exactly do the Lubicon want?”

“They want $50 million to create a reserve of 10,000 square kilometres of land around
Little Buffalo….and also $120 million as compensation for the oil, gas and timber
taken from the land.”


QUESTION:  “That sounds like a big demand for 500 people.?”

“Well, 500 people, 50,000 people or two people: if it’s their land it’s their land.
And the oil, gas and forest resources taken off it represents a huge sum.”

(The situation as of 2008)

POST SCRIPT:  2011 OIL SPILL  then finally  2018 SETTLEMENT OF LAND CLAIM


On April 29, 2011, a rupture in the Rainbow Pipeline resulted in a spill of about 4.5 million litres of oil in our territory – one of the biggest oil spills in Alberta’s history. When the pipeline broke, oil went down the corridor and into the forest, but the majority of it was soaked up into the muskeg, which is like peatland moss and takes thousands of years to be generated. The muskeg is not an isolated system. It’s not “stagnant water,” as the government claims. It’s actually a living, breathing ecosystem that supports life and is connected to all the water in the region.


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On the first day of the spill, the school was not notified. When students started to feel sick, they were evacuated from the school under the assumption that it was a propane leak. When they got outside into the field, they realized that the problem was extended throughout the community.

During the first week of the spill, community members experienced physical symptoms: their eyes burned, they had headaches, they felt nauseous. We were told that air quality was not a problem, even though Alberta Environment didn’t actually come into the community until six days after the spill. This is problematic since a government granting permits for this type of development, often without the consent of the people, has an obligation to take care of those whom they are directly putting at risk. A lot of people were left wondering what they should do, and if pregnant women and small children should even be in the community.


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A Significant Human Rights Event for the Lubicon People

JANUARY 3, 2019 BY LINDA MCKAY-PANOS

Reading Time: 4 minutes

Human Rights Law Column//alanskeoch.ca/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/4712e1b0a24aa2a338632325c7a85843-1.jpeg1CC97DB7-CFDD-4894-9EB9-865C05C76925@phub.net.cable.rogers.com” class=””>In 1899, Treaty 8 was negotiated with several First Nations groups in Northern Alberta—North East Saskatchewan, Southwest parts of the Northwest Territories and later Eastern British Columbia—resulting in land surrender to the Crown. However, members of the Lubicon Lake Band were left out of the negotiations. This launched several decades of claims and disputes between Lubicon people and the federal and provincial governments. While the Lubicons continued to live in their traditional ways, the province of Alberta leased areas of the disputed lands for oil and gas development and provided permits for harvesting lumber using clear cut methods. These activities had negative impacts on the Lubicon people. The dispute became known across Canada and the world when Amnesty International and the United Nations became involved.

The situation faced by the Lubicon Cree was one of the longest unresolved human rights issues in Alberta. While a reserve was promised to the Lubicon people in 1939, 40 years after Treaty 8 was negotiated, it was never established. The subject of the dispute was 10,000 square kilometers of oil-rich forested land, which is north of Lesser Slave Lake and east of the Peace River. Traditionally, the Lubicon Cree lived almost entirely off the land. Considerable oil extraction, which started in the 1970s in the region, together with extensive logging, had significant reported impacts on the health, way of life, and culture of the Lubicon Cree. Yet, they never consented to this development on traditional lands for which they claimed to have never surrendered their rights.

Since about 1985, there were several attempts at negotiations with the federal and provincial governments regarding Lubicon land rights, but these talks all broke down. Hopes for a solution were raised in 1990 when the United Nations Human Rights Committee (UNHRC) concluded that this situation endangered the way of life and culture of the Lubicon Cree. Further, the Committee said that “so long as they continue”, the threats to the Lubicon way of life are a violation of the Lubicon’s fundamental human rights (United Nations Human Rights Committee Communication No. 167/1984: Canada 10/05/90 CCPR/C/38/D/167/1984. Ominayak and the Lubicon Lake Band v Canada.) The UNHRC was assured by the Canadian government that it was negotiating a settlement that would respect the rights of the Lubicon Cree. Despite this, a settlement was not reached at that time.

The situation faced by the Lubicon Cree was one of the longest unresolved human rights issues in Alberta. While a reserve was promised to the Lubicon people in 1939, 40 years after Treaty 8 was negotiated, it was never established.The United Nations relied upon Canada’s desire to maintain its international reputation as a great respecter of human rights. However, bringing the Lubicon Cree situation to the attention of the international community in 1990 did not seem to produce the desired results.

The Lubicon Cree, however, did not let the initial disappointment deter them and approached the UNHRC again in 2003 and 2006. As noted by Alphonse Ominayak, Lubicon band counsellor, “They have to deal with this as soon as possible so we can get on with our lives before everything is totally destroyed. People are hoping the government will live up to its responsibilities” (Cotter).

The Lubicon people were able to negotiate agreements with two private oil and gas firms, giving the band a veto over some oil and gas drilling on the claimed land. The Lubicon claimed that they were able to negotiate these agreements despite the Alberta government’s urging the firms not to negotiate with the band (John Cotter, “UN Wants Ottawa to resume talks with Alta’s Lubicon band” 2 November 2005 [Cotter]).

On November 2, 2005, the UNHRC responded to the representations of a delegation from the Lubicon Cree, who had appeared before it in Geneva on October 17, 2005, to ask for further comment on the situation. In its report, the UNHRC said: “The Committee is concerned that land-claim negotiations between the Government of Canada and the Lubicon Lake band are currently at an impasse…. The state party should make every effort to resume negotiations. It should consult with the band before granting licences for economic exploitation of the disputed land” (United Nations Human Rights Committee, Considerations of Reports Considered Under Article 40, Canada 2005: CCPR/C/CAN/CO/5). These are quite strong statements which raised the hopes of the Lubicon Cree that the negotiations would resume and result in an appropriate settlement.

In late October, 2018, a historic land claim agreement was signed between Chief Billy Joe Laboucan, Premier Rachel Notley and Federal-Crown Indigenous Relations Minister Carolyn Bennett. The agreement sets aside 246 square kilometers of land in the area of Little Buffalo. It also provides $113 million compensation from both provincial and federal levels of government. See: CBC News “Alberta Band settles long-standing land claim for $113 million and swath of land”[CBC News]. The enormity of this event seems to have been largely overlooked as many Canadians seem to be mesmerized with what is going on south of the border.

While the current settlement can never address the terrible living conditions suffered by the Lubicon Cree for decades, the Lubicon people are hopeful that it will improve the lives of future generations (CBC News). This significant human rights event was a long time coming but should be celebrated nevertheless.



EPISODE 459 ANCIENT TAXI SLEIGH (like Kreighoff pay

EPISODE 459   ANCIENT TAXI SLEIGH (like Kreighoff painted long ago in the 19th century)

alan skeoch
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We bought this ancient taxi sleight about 40 years ago at the Tompson farm and museum sale (I think).  Then had it restored by Mennonite
craftsmen in their wood repair shop north of Kitchener.  
Why?  Good question.  We had no horses and no definition plans.
The sleigh reminded us of many of  the paintings done by Cornelius
Kreighoff .. best reason I can offer.  (see below)
Marjorie contacted the Toronto King Edward Hotel.  When the manager got wind of our project he proposed a deal.  He would provide a sumptuous New Years'
dinner for our extended  family for two New Years' occasions  if we could get the sleigh set up
for their Christmas decor.   A Totally enjoyable occasion.  The sleigh
fitted perfectly into the main floor of the hotel and residents had their
pictures taken riding the taxi sleigh. 
Since that time … about 40 years ago … the magnificent sleigh has rested on a wheeled cart in our quasi-blacksmith shop in Mississauga.
It still gives me a spiritual lift every  time I squeeze past to get a tool.
alan skeoch
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Some would say we are dreamers (borrowed from John Lennon's song
“Imagine”) .  But we are not the only ones.   Dreamers…have a place
in the human journey, don't they?
alan skeoch
Oct. 2021
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EPISODE 456 REBIRTH OF “EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE…EVERY MOVE YOU MAKE …I’LL E WATCHING YOU!” AT PARKDLAE C.I. 1980

alan skeoch

Oct. 2021

“What is the best High school in which you taught, Alan?”
“Easy question.  The best school is the school in which I are teaching when some wise guy asked that question.  It’s up to you to every teacher to make it so.
“Well, which high school?” “I taught at Parkalde for 31 years and at Forest Hill for 1 year.  They were both the best” “Proof?”
“By pure chance I came across a series of pictures I took around 1984 at Parkdale Collegiate.  Outlandish pictures.  Perhaps even offensive to some people.  We…staff and students, equally…decided to launch a rock and roll…hard rock…assembly at the centre of which was the Twisted  Sister and the Police. 
Rock bands. 

PLANNING A HIGH SCHOOL ROCK AND ROLL ASSEMBLY

ANNUAL MEETING OF SOME TEACHERS AND SOME STUDENTS.

“Let’s let our hair down and make the assembly hall pulse with rock and roll.”
“Good idea, but let’s make sure we simulate the kind of rock and roll popular right now.”
“Like Whom?”
“Like Twisted Sister….like Sting…like The Police”
“Give the teachers a chance…how about Elvis and Roy Orbison.” “Fine…let’s get things rolling.

I’LL BE WATCHING YOU.
(The year was 1983 or 1984. The setting was Parkdale Collegiate Institute. The players were staff and students. The reason?   Does everything have to have a reason? )

“The rock band Police just came out with a great  song written by Sting, sir…’EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE…I’LL BE WATCHING YOU’…that’s a good title song for our assembly.”
“How come?” “Student view of teachers, sir, like cops….watching  every move we make.”
“Great Idea….this will be our title…”
I’ll be watching you”
“Sounds a bit boring, sir, ”
“How so?”
“You know…teachers as police officers.”
“Ahh…but we won’t be teachers…we will be members of your  rock bands.”
“Which ones?”
“Twisted Sister comes to mind…and Sting ….and the Police.  Anything that fits the music.”
“Music?”
“Of course…pop music…this is going to be fun…meant  to be fun.”
“Dancers?”
“You bet.”


Every breath you take
And every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I’ll be watching you

Every single day
And every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I’ll be watching you


[Chorus]
Oh, can’t you see you belong to me?
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take?


[Verse 2]
Every move you make
And every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake

This is the lead singer for Twisted Sister. A lot of people thought he wore a wig. He didn’t.

EPISODE 458 AMISH FARMING IN OHIO STILL EXISTS

EPISODE 458  AMISH FARMING IN OHIO STILL EXISTS
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EPISODE 458   AMISH FARMING IN OHIO STILL EXISTS

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alan skeoch
Oct. 2021
In the film Witness, Harrison Ford punches the crap out of
a punk who was harassing an Amish pacifist who responded
to the punk as his ice cream cone dribbled down is face.
“That's my cousin from Ohio”.  Really it was Harrison Ford disguised
as an Ohio Amish farmer.
There was a time about 30  years ago that Marjorie, Kevin, Andrew
and I paid regular week-end visits to Kidron, Zanesville and oher
Amish communiities.
I could not resist  the chance to take pictures.  No one shoved
an ice cream cone down my throat.   Harrison Ford had gone
back to Hollywood.
And life continued as it had for generations…unchanged.  Well,nearly
unchanged.
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THE AMISH ARE NOT THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT LOVE HORSES
AS YOU CAN SEE in picture above.
alan skeoch

EPISODE 457 HELP WHEN THINGS WENT WRONG

Sometimes when things go wrong a person comes along to make

things that seemed so difficult appear simple.  Such happened
to me when all seemed lost.  My Rogers email  just stopped  receiving
messages.   I could send but not receive.  I never knew who wanted
to see me.  Blank wall.  No matter what I tried I got nowhere until
the Leonards offered help.  Rob and Michael Leonard…father and
son.  Both computer literate.  But both could not understand
my failures to receive emails.
EPISODE 457    HELP WHEN THINGS WENT WRONG
alan skeoch
Oct. 19, 2021
“Alan, I think we should convert to gmail.”
“But that means a new learning curve.”
“Right.  But I will help you through the hoops.”
I am 83 years old.  Michael is 16 years old. Quite an age
gap.  A gap that is not bridged very often.   Michael took
my seat at my computer. Turned to me and said.
“Show me how write your stories…the technical stuff. What 
buttons do you push.?   How do you move pictures from your
photo library to your scripts.?
  I will help you move everything
to gmail.”
And so began a 14 day Q and A.  Normally, because of my age, I would
be the lead and Mechael the follower.  Not in this case.
“Well. Alan, maybe I should write notes on stickies that you can
fasten to your computer in case you miss a step or  two.”
Normally,  16 year old boys call me 'sir' or 'Mr. Skeoch' or do
not talk to me at all.. Michael called me 'Alan' as he helped me
through the hoops.   I am amused and appreciative.
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Notice all those pink stickies.  They are instuctions in simple English.
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“Now, Alan, what went wrong today?”
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In the end the dark clouds began to disperse and a new day dawned.
alan skeoch
Oct. 19, 2021
P.S.  TO top it off, both the Leonards serenaded me on
my 83rd birthday.

EPISODE 452 FOUR RESCUED NEGATIVES…SOMETHING YOU WILL NEVER SEE AGAIN

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There is a story here.  Savour the picture…the details…a man slogging his way to the auction wagon, a wagon of Mennonites almost hidden, a few half ton trucks, odds and ends of farm machines, and strips of ice
beneath the snow.   I am so glad I rescued these four negatives.  Classics.
EPISODE 452    FOUR RESCUED NEGATIVES…SOMETHING YOU WILL NEVER SEE AGAIN
alan skeoch
Oct. 17, 2021
Just an old strip of 35mmm negatives found among my slides.
“I may as well get them converted to digital among the slides…just
cost a few dollars.  A test strip.  I have a whole binder of these negatives taken around 1960's or 1970's just when the race to
sell old Ontario farms was about to reach fever pitch.”
“Looks rather bleak.”
“Suits the black and white format….tells a story…a sad story.”
“Each time a farm sells there are piles of things up for auction or for
the scrap yard.”
“Alan, are you the only person rescuing doomed artifacts?”
“No, but I may be the most enthusiastic,,,I like to papture the
mood of the auction as well as the treasures.”
“Treasures?”
“Art is in the eye of the beholder”
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This is a belt driven cutting box…takes corn stalks and slics them
into bite sized chunks that can be piled silos as ensilage for winter
feeding.  Ensilage has a smell all its own…a smell that only farmers
and cattle feel akin to.   I rather liked the smell.
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And here is a 1950's Farmall row crop tractor.  Triangle shaped wheel
base…always seemed dangerous to me…roll over possible.  And roll
overs did happen…deadly.  Of course you are more interested in the scrap pile or maybe the long fenced lane to the back fields.
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And here a Mennonite family arriving with a matched team of black horses.   Maybe retired race horses.   Why  do I think that?  Because
their hooves are delicate…moreso than a big team of draft horses with
hair fetlocks.   Puts me in mind of Uncle FRank Freeman's team that
he harvessed up to meet the Gray Coach bus from Toronto just
to get mom, Eric and I to the farm on winter week ends.
alan skeoch
Question:  Should I invest a few more dollars and rescue a lot more
of these black and whitep pictures?   Otherwise they will never be seen again.   Yes..I will take them to Digital Treasures…they do such a
nice job.
Note:  For the first time in weeks I feel comfortable telling my stories thanks to the help of a 16 year old boy…Michael L. and his dad Rob.

EPISODE 450 TAKE A DAY TRIP….EASY TO DO

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alan skeoch
oct. 16, 2021
I am climbing a steep learning curVe on gmail so stick with me.
Marjorie and I took our annual  October drive to Prince Edward
County from Mississauga with our familiar stops along the way 
starting with Port Hope for coffee and ending at Haberman's market
barn near Picton….also stopped at North Beach Provincial Park for a smoked salmon 
lunch on the empty beach as waves broke over 500 million year old
sedimentary rock layers.
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Nice day…no rushing…started at 8 a.m. got home at 7 p.m.
Marjorie did all the driving…I did the looking.  You can do the same.
October … do not miss  the chance to be aimless…and welcome the
unknown.   

EPISODE 449 IRISH PICTURES: GOING UNDERGROUND

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EPISODE 449  IRISH PICTURES 1960…GOING UNDERGROUND

alan skeoch
oct. 2021
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“Alan, would you like to see inside the old mine?”.  said Barne Dwan
one afternoon as we had lunch on the cliff edge with the
ruins of the Knockmahon Mine at our back.
“Impossible, the mine was abandoned long
ago in the 1870's.”
“Easy to get inside … right beneath our feet is a hole.”
“A hole?”
“We can crawl inside…I've done it many times.”
“A mine shaft…vertical?”
“Nope, a hole …horizontal…think these holes were dug for ventilation.”
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“Did you say “these holes”….more than one?”
'There are a number of old entrances along these cliffs…some
were even used as IRA hideouts in the Time of the Troubles..”
“When can “we do it, Barney?'
“how about this evening?
The clifff face was about 200 to 300 feet high … a broken face kind of
cliff.   It could be climbed.   About halfway up the cliff was a kind of ledge at the back was our first “hole”
“I brought flashlights, matches, candle, hard hats….all we need.”
“Why the candle?”
“Just to check the air a few times…if the candle won'tlight or
the candle goes out…we've got to get the hell out fast…no
oxygen.”    (reminder of the Canary in the Coal Mine)
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“Dark…black as the worst nightmare, Barney.  The hole
looks so tiny.”
“It will get worse, Alan.”
“If the ceiling collapses who will ever find us?”
“Our disappearance will become a mystery … just another
 of  the mysteries in Ireland.”
“Sow down…looks like the passage ends here.”
“Bit of a rocka fall…we can squeeze by on our stomachs Alan.”
“Light the candle first…there…air seems fine..bit of a draft.”
“Really tight to squeeze  through but seems to open up
on the other side…flash light over the rock fall.”
“We made it…we can now walk in  a crouch.”
“The old miners were shorter people.”
“What's that?”
“:ladder pitched across a shaft..we have to use it to get across..”
“Must be 100yersold, maybe rotten…we could fall down the shaft.”
“We would not flll far…look down.”
:Water…clear clear water…mine must have filled with 
water.”
“So we would not die…maye drown though…how could
we scale the walls of the shaft.”
“could be done.  Let's cross”
“I think this is your ladder, Barney.”
“Could be…could be.”
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I do not remember how far we got.  I think we reached the
man mne shaft but that could be my imagination.  What I
do remember are the colours. Lots of green oxidised copper or
and then great patches of bright pink that could have been
cobalt bloom.  Just a guess.
I remember that our trusty candle had no trouble
stay
ing lit so the air was good.   
“OK, Barney, let's get out of here.  That rackfall 
back there makes me a little queasy.  Maye squeezing out will
be harder than squewzing in.
Outside night was getting ready to fall but the sun
still bravely shone.   Easy to breathe.
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Nice night.  Great adventure.  Was that really Barney's ladder or
was it one of the ladders used by the mners of 1870's who climbed
up and down in the dark…down a hundred feet…maybe more and 
hacked and exploded copper ore as they tunnelled under
the ocean.  Brav?   No, wrong word.  Desperate is better.  
In 1960 those old adits were adventures.  Today, in 2021,
I am not sure I would be as brave.  Just suppose we fell off
that ladder and died bobbing around in the shaft water.
Or suppose my belt hooked on a loose piece of rock that
triggered a small avalanche trapping us…smothering us.
Perish the thoughts.
That ladder?  Was it  Barney's?   Or was it left there by
a miner long long ago?  Rotten…dry rot.  Take a close look.
alan skeoch
Irish stories
Bunmahon, county Waterford
Barney Dwan led the way.