Fwd: EPISODE 134: THE LITTLE SKEOCH MOTOR CAR … LIVED FOR ONE GLORIOUS YEAR…1920 (includes letter from Geoff Allison, Dalbeattie Scotlanf)


EPISODE 334    THE LITTLE SKEOCH MOTOR CAR RUNS AGAIN — 100 YEARS AFTER  THE FACTORY BURNED TO THE GROUND IN 1921

alan skeoch
May 4, 2021



Tom Parker, Dalbeattie Men’s Shedders Club, diving the Little Skeoch (vintage 1921)


“Alan, there’s a package in the post box from Scotland.  Who do we know in Scotland?”
“Certainly no relatives because most of them left for Canada and the Virgin Islands
in 1846.”
“Open it.”
“A car magazine!”
“Not just any car magazine, Alan, look closely at the cover.”
“THE LITTLE SKEOCH… Must be from Geoff Allison…maybe some word about the Little Skeoch.
“A slip of paper just fell out…note from Geoff…

And sure enough.   There it was…the Little Skeoch…en route to the paint shop.
Moving with its own motor.  Boldly doing so.  Bold Print.  “SKEOCH: THE SCOTTISH
CAR STORY 100 YEARS IN THE MAKING”  Driven by arch mechanic Tom Parker
…triumphant despite Parkinson’s disease.  “Helping with the car has made such a 
difference to my life. I can work with my hands…really was therapeutic for me and I am
so proud…”

As you read this story the Little Skeoch is in a paint shop in Dalbeatie, Scotland.
Perhaps the paint job is already finished.  Burgundy.  The same colour as the original
Skeoch motor car in 1921 which was launched at the Scottish Show in Glasgow’s 
Kelvin Hall.  Selling  For 180 pounds, the Little Skeoch was expected to make motor 
cars within the financial reach of ordinary people.  Unfortunately bad luck dashed
the dreams of designer and founder, James Baird Skeoch and his son Ronald Anderson
Skeoch when a fire “ripped through” the Burnside Motor works in Dec. 1921. Only 12
Little Skeoch’s were built none of which survived.   Ronald Skeoch planned to
rebuild the car and spent much of his life gathering parts and plans. Sadly he died
before a dream could become a reality.  All seemed lost until his daughter Betty and
granddaughter Fiona discovered the motor parts and plans while clearing the estate.
Fiona wanted to do something meaningful with the pieces which included a picture
of the Little Skeoch in 1921.

ENTER THE DALBEATTIE MEN’S SHED



Note to Alan Skeoch from Geoff Allison, secretary, the Dalbeattie
Men’s Shed.



At the same time a group of retired men in Dalbeattie were looking for something
meaningful to do.  Why not try and rebuild the Little Skeoch?   Robin Gilchrist, chairman,
and Geoff Allison, secretary, and the ‘Shedders’ decided in 2018 to build the car and 
maybe…just maybe…have it ready for June 2021 Scottish Motor Show.  One hundred years
after the dream that became an incinerated nightmare, the Little Skeoch would
rise like the legendary Phoenix from the ashes.   

“We knew that we could do it…And we damn well did!” if i might borrow and change the words from My Fair Lady.

Geoff gives the credit for the rebirth of the Skeoch motor Car to their team of Shedders…
local volunteers and the businesses in Dalbeattie. James Baird Skeoch, a local man, 
‘designed it…the likes of which have never been built again until now”

“So, Alan, do you think James Skeoch was a long lost relative?”
“Wouldn’t it be nice to think so.  But really I have no idea.  We share the
same last name which is a bit unusual.  And the name James has been handed
down through the family for more than a century.”
“Do you think you could built a car?”
“Nope.  I can barely lift the hood of our car to change the washer fluid.”
 
BELOW IS EPISODE 134:  THE LITTLE SKEOCH MOTOR CAR…LIVED ONE GLOIOUS YEAR








EPISODE 134:  ONCE UPON A  TIME THERE WAS  A MOTOR CAR CALLED  THE LITTLE SKEOCH

(also called  The Skeoch Motorcycle  Car)

alan  skeoch
Nov. 27. 2018

     REVISED OCT. 2020 (slightly)

It has  now been  two years since I touched base with the men rebuilding The Litle Skeoch Motor Car

in Scotland.  It is a daunting task.  We had planned on a  visit to their workshop but sad events
got in the way…and  Covid 19 makes such visits difficult today.  How the world has changed.
Maybe I can get a progress report from Scotland.  Meanwhile I feel this story should be part
of the Episodes (#134) just in case it gets lost.

alan


Maybe we should bring back the LITTLE SKEOCH MOTOR CAR.   It was small,, cheap and  simple…sort of  a  4 wheel bicycle  seating two people with a chain drive and  small

motorcycle  engine.  So small that only two very slim people could  ride in it since the

car was  only 31 inches  wide and a  little over 8 feet long.  

Some of  you may think this  is some kind  of joke.  Wrong.  In 1920, James Skeoch built his first Little Skeoch, then entered it in a Scottish auto show and sold it
in ten minutes.   All  told less than a dozen Little Skeoch’s  were built in his small factory.  Ten  were quickly purchased at that auto show. Price?  180 pounds…which was the cheapest car in the show.  None have survived.   Sadly in 1921 a fire  consumed  his little factory and as  a  result the Burnside Motor Company in Dalbeattie,  Scotland, ceased to exist.




Skeoch utility car




The original Skeoch Utility Car.


Skeoch Utility car advertisement






Burnside Motorworks

Pictures of the Skeoch production line were retrieved from Skeoch  family albums.   Not exactly an automated  factory.
But the LITTLE SKEOCHS were real mini cars and seemed about to make a big splash in the booming car market of the 1920’s
until  fire ended  the enterprise.  Everything became a  blackened  pile  of scrap  iron.

James Skeoch moved on.   His skills were valued.  He had a  long successful career and  died  in 1954.
Not many people, by 1954, were even  aware that there was  such a  car as the SKEOCH.   Memories are short especially since 
none of the Little Skeochs  survived.   Gone  Gone Gone.    

Well, not quite.

POSSIBLE REBIRTH OF THE LITTLE SKEOCH

HUMPTY DUMPTY SAT ON THE WALL

HUMPTY DUMPTY HAD  A GREAT FALL
ALL THE KING’S HORSES
AND ALL THE KING’S MEN
COULDN’T PUT HUMPTY TOGETHER AGAIN.

…Then  along came GEORGE ALLISON and his men from Dalbeattie, Scotland…who
plan to put Humpty togehter again.



Geoff


On Tue, 6 Oct 2020 at 22:55, ALAN SKEOCH <alan.skeoch@rogers.com> wrote:

HI GEOFF,



HOPE YOU AND THE BOYS ARE WELL…VERY FRIGHTENING TIMES FOR ALL OF US…I EXPECT YOUR
SHOP IS CLOSED.  OUR PLAN TO VISIT LAST YEAR DID NOT HAPPEND DUE  TO SAD DEATH OF OUR
DAUGHTER IN LAW.

I MAY SEND SOME STORIES…NOW AT 135 OF THEM MEANT TO HELP THOSE IN ISOLATION…TRAPPED
IN THEIR ROOMS BUT SOME MIGHT INTEREST YOU AND THE BOYS

ALAN



Good morning Alan,



The pandemic closed our Shed in March, and the lockdown rules in Scotland, being the most stringent in the UK, mean that we are unlikely to re-open before April 2021. We are trying to keep our previously active members in touch with each other via email, telephone and video conferencing. We have also managed to move some of the Shed activities to individual’s homes so they can progress their projects within isolation/distancing rules. More than half our members have managed to keep projects such as 3D printing face masks, engraving, bicycle and engine refurbishment alive – and the biggest of these re-locations was the Skeoch. I recommend our Skeoch webpage https://dalbeattiemensshed.co.uk/skeoch to you for a brief history of how the project has progressed. We moved the car and workshop equipment out in June, primarily to improve the health and wellbeing of one of our members with advanced Parkinson’s. Since that time the project has accelerated almost to completion.  Apart from some minor adjustments the vehicle [less hood(canopy) and radiator badge] is finished awaiting space in a paint shop for finish painting – see the September update on our website. I am re-scheming the unveiling of the finished car as our original intentions have been crushed by the pandemic. We were hoping to display the car at the 2021 Scottish Motor Show, 100 years after it’s first exhibition there in February 1921 – but the Show will not run in 2021. Our reserve intention was to display the car in the Glasgow Transport Museum  thus keeping the launch near to where James Skeoch’s daughter resides, and close to an airport for people wishing to fly in – the museums are closed for the foreseeable future too. At present it’s looking like a triple launch: we will display the car in the picture window of Paterson ATV [ https://www.patersonatv.co.uk/] for a couple of weeks after completion for Dalbeattie townsfolk; I am working with the Chief Executive of the Scottish Motor Trade Association [SMTA own the Scottish Motor Show], to put together a multipage article for their trade magazine [https://content.yudu.com/web/fiqy/0A4403c/autoretailerissue02/html/index.html] aiming for the February 2021 edition; and finally I am working with the organisers of the RHS,  Royal Highland Show, [https://www.whatsoninedinburgh.co.uk/event/084117-royal-highland-show-2021/to see if we can display the Skeoch on the Dumfries & Galloway stand in June 2021. The RHS is held adjacent to Edinburgh airport so is close to Glasgow and James Skeoch’s daughter as well as being convenient for anyone flying in.

Picking up on a couple of items in your 132-4 newsletters 
You were chasing Skeoch heritage in Bute. Before our Shed closed for the pandemic we had a visit from a relative of one of our members who has gaelic as is his first language, and the Skeoch name was discussed. The visitor reminded us that in Scots gaelic the root ‘ach’ means from, and Skeoch is probably a corruption of Sgitheanach meaning from Skye! Just a thought.
I liked your pictures in 132 – I toured NE USA and SE Canada with my daughter in August 2019 and spent some time in Toronto, we enjoyed the scenery but it was not as colorful as your photos. My daughter returned to Toronto with 2 of her colleagues in October 2019 too. My annual break with my daughter this year was Nashville, Memphis, Natchez and New Orleans in September but that was cancelled due to the pandemic.

Good to hear from you again, stay well


P.S.   BELOW IS AN ARICLE  ON THE SKEOCH MOTOR CAR WRITTEN
FOR BBC  SCOTLAND NEWS ,  Feb. 27, 2018

Drive to rebuild ‘forgotten’ early car

By Nichola Rutherford
BBC Scotland News

Published
27 February 2018

IMAGE COPYRIGHTDALBEATTIE MUSEUM
image captionThe Skeoch Utility Car was built using parts normally used to manufacture motorcycles
When James Skeoch designed and built one of Scotland’s firstaffordable cars, he must have dreamed of huge success. 
With a price-tag of just £180, the first Skeoch Utility Car was the cheapest on display at the Scottish Motor Show in 1921. 
It sold within 10 minutes and a further nine were quickly snapped up by customers keen to join the automobile revolution. 
But within months Skeoch’s business was in ruins. His uninsured workshop in Dalbeattie, Dumfries and Galloway, burned to the ground. 
Since then the Skeoch Utility Car has been largely forgotten by all but keen historians of Scotland’s motor industry. 
Now, almost 100 years later, plans are are being drawn up to recreate the so-called “cycle car” in the town where it was manufactured. 

IMAGE COPYRIGHTDALBEATTIE MUSEUM
image captionThe Skeoch car was the cheapest on show at the Scottish Motor Show in 1921 and apparently sold within 10 minutes
The ambitious project has been taken on by a group of mainly retired local men, known as Dalbeattie Men’s Shed. 
Using some of the original parts and working from the original drawings, they hope to build a working Skeoch car in time to mark its centenary. 
Motoring enthusiast Martin Shelley approached the Men’s Shed with the idea for the project after reading about the group on the BBC Scotland website last year. 

IMAGE COPYRIGHTDALBEATTIE MUSEUM
image captionBurnside Motor Works in Dalbeattie, where the Skeoch was manufactured, was devastated by fire in December 1921
The group, which meets in a workshop in Dalbeattie twice a week, was named Shed of the Year for its efforts to “help as many local people as possible”.
“Using the Dalbeattie Men’s Shed’s energy, enthusiasm and skills to recreate the car seemed like a match made in heaven,” Mr Shelley said.
He said “cycle cars” were first invented in the early 1900s and they got their name after using motorcycle engines and wheels. 
They became increasingly popular after World War One, when soldiers returned home from the front line, having become used to driving. 
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image captionThe Skeoch radiator badge was among the original parts found in the home of Mr Skeoch’s son following his death last year

image captionDalbeattie Men’s Shed have also been given an original engine and gearbox with which to build a Skeoch car
Mr Shelley said: “After World War One, the ordinary working man was much more used to the idea of riding a motorcycle or driving a car so they knew about the technology and now they wanted to try and build their own cars. 
“In the early 20s, there was a huge flowering of people making these cars. As it turned out, Skeoch in Dalbeattie were the only people in Scotland to ever attempt to make these things commercially.”
The original drawings and parts – including the radiator badge – were found in the Wishaw home of Ron Skeoch, James Skeoch’s son, after he died last year. 
Mr Shelley said he hoped they could be used to capture the “spirit” of the 1920s vehicle. 
“You could make a replica of the car which would pass muster, using a modern engine and a modern gear box and using modern parts. But the spirit of the car is very much based on the parts that were available in 1920,” he said. 
“This project will be very like the original car and that to me is what the joy of the whole thing is.”

image captionFiona Sinclair hopes to be able to sit in one of her grandfather’s cars

image caption“It’s going to be something for posterity,” said Geoff Allison of Dalbeattie Men’s Shed
The granddaughter of James Skeoch, Fiona Sinclair, is also involved in the project. 
She never knew her grandfather – he died in 1954 – but she hopes that her mother – Skeoch’s daughter – will get the chance to ride in one his cars.
“I think it’s going to mean a lot to my family,” she said. “It’s tragic that the fire put an end to his ambition. 
“I’m actually rather hoping I can physically get to sit in the car, I’m not quite sure I could be trusted with driving it. 
“It’s only got two gears apparently but I think it would be rather wonderful. What I really hope is that my mother gets the opportunity to actually sit in the car as well.” 
The project is “immensely exciting”, said Geoff Allison, the secretary of the Dalbeattie Men’s Shed, which has members with engineering and mechanical skills. 
“It’s engineering-rich, it’s Dalbeattie-rich, it’s community-rich, it fills so many of our requirements,” he added. 
“It’s big, it’s going to be eye-catching, it’s going to be something for posterity. It’s got a lot to recommend it.”







Fwd: EPISODE 329 CELEBRATION IN PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC

Hi John…I am  not sure if episode 329 got to you ….here it is… a cheerful one


alan


Begin forwarded message:


From: ALAN SKEOCH <alan.skeoch@rogers.com>
Subject: EPISODE 329 CELEBRATION IN PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC
Date: May 1, 2021 at 8:14:41 PM EDT
To: Alan Skeoch <alan.skeoch@rogers.com>


EPISODE 329   CELEBRATION IN PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC


alan skeoch
May 1, 2021

Our visit to the czech and Slovak republics,  March 1993

PRAGUE,  CZECH REPUBLIC

At least one group of citizens seemed very happy.  We visited Prague on some kind of special
day.  FolK dances and folk costumes galore.  

The Macdonald’s restaurant chain was a going concern.  Very successful. Partly because of
the public washroom.   Long lineup.







Everything we did turned  out to be a new Adventure…as  you will see in the next Episode 330

alan skeoch
May 1, 2021


EPISODE 333: IMAGINATIVE CREATION OF SIX ENGINED MULTI-GUNNED PIECE OF WW 2 FOLK ART (Provenance -British Commonwealth Air Training Plan)



EPISODE 333;    IMAGINATIVE CREATION OF SIX ENGINED MULTI-GUNNED PIECE OF WW 2 FOLK ART (Provenance -British
Commonwealth Air Training Plan)

alan skeoch
May 2021


ALAN SKEOCH:  DONOR

Where did I ever purchase this huge piece of aviation folk art?  The answer is lost in the
foggy part of my brain.  It is  one big piece of folk art which I was told, at the time of 
purchase, was built by a pilot or pilots being trained between 1940 and 1945 under the 
British Commonwealth Air Training Plan.  

I have sent some neurons scurrying around my brain to find where I bought the plane.
We will see how successful they are in time.

A few years  ago I did a CBC radio story on a Halifax bomber (HX 313, 424 Tiger Squadron, #6 Bomber
Group. based at Slo[tpm pff Sea;e. Yorkshire).   In the process I visited he Canadian warplane museum
at Downsview but did not donate the folk art immediately.  For a couple of years it hung in our barn…high
up, out of danger.  Then for some reason I figured the model was too important to hang there.

ENTER GORDON JOYCE

“Gord, would you have time to restore this model…some propellers are broken and gun barrels gone….
needs to be repainted exactly as it was…what do you think?”
“Give me a week or so…love to do it.”

And a week later Gord had it ready.  Ready for what?

“Alan, what are you going to do with it?”
“Donate it to the Canadian Airplane Museum up at Downsview.”
“When?”
“Tomorrow.”

I am not sure if Gord came with me that day.  I do remember the place was in chaos.  The building
was beng renovated for some other purpose and the museum had to move to Hamilton…fast move
done by volunteers.  Booted out in other words.

A VISIT TO DOWNSVIEW: CHAOS

“What do you have there?” asked the man in charge
“A folk art model of a six engined bomber made somewhere near Oshawa between
1940 and 1945.  pilot or pilots being trained under the British Commonwealth Air Training Plan..etc.etc.
 I would like to donate it now that it is restored.
“Put it over there.”
(Not sure my name was even taken…I felt sorry for those volunteers)

This was not quite the reception I expected.  But the chaos of moving made me forgive 
them.  I had hoped the model would be a delight for children visiting the museum with
parents or grandparents.    The aircraft is pure imagination.   There is joy in imagination.

That happened several years ago.  The museum has been successfully moved to
Mount Hope near Hamilton.

I wonder what happened to my model?

alan skeoch




EPISODE 332: wooden picture of first library in Port Credit Done by Alan Skeoch

EPISODE 332   WOODEN QUILT OF FIRST LIBRARY IN PORT CREDIT  by Alan Skeoch

alan skeoch
May  2021

In 1980, Aileen Wortley asked me to make a Wooden Quilt of the first library in
Port Credit. Below is the end result which hung in the Port Credit library for years.
Then remodelling happened  and the picture disappeared.

Perhaps activists Dennis or Elizabeth  you can trace it down.

alan




EPISODE 331 TOURING The SLOVAK REPUBLIC

EPISODE  441     TOURING THE SLOVAK REPUBLIC IN 1993


alan skeoch
may 2, 2021

Find Gorbachov and Yeltsin…wooden dolls writing dolls in a market.

Kevin rented a Skoda for our tour of the Slovakian Hinterland. A local car would
keep us anonymous he felt.   So we would not be seen as tourists.

 I really wanted
to see a collective farms.   We failed to do that.

There is nothing worse than a tourist who thinks he or she
understands a foreign country after a visit that lasted only a few days.  That was us.
We made generalizations faster than a cat could catch a mouse.   The  pictures in
this Episode are just the result of a fast visit to the Slovak Republic in March 1993 
when there was still snow on the ground.   Pictures a little too much
on the sensational scale.  Just enjoy them.  Do not think they express the 
reality of life in Slovakia.  They are the result of a week end drive to the
High Tatra mountains,


Not everyone loved us…read  the Graffiti…”English Rounders” is not a compliment


Here is Slovak dog we met.  Not too friendly with a muzzle made of steel.


A rural farm…family owned I assume…not a collective farm in other words.  I believed
incorrectly that we would see many large collective farms.  We did not.  The whole
issue of land ownership has no simple answer.   I loved these old rural buildings
but they were not the norm.


Charming rural scene…but not usual.   Must avoid generalizing.  Busy streets with
cars, trucks, busses were the norm just like any other country.


As we began to enter the mountain country…heading for the High Tatras Mountains




Yes, that is a New Hampshire hen I think



“Kevin, stop the car…that looks like a collective farm barn..huge…must be
used by many families.”
“Dad, look at the roof…the barn is a wreck just like some in Ontario. This is not
a farm.”

“Kevin, pull over here. This looks like it might be a collective farm”
“We are not stopping…there are people watching us from the far wall…must
be a little careful.”
(Sure enough there were people…men…maybe a problem, maybe not…we continued)

the house is newish…but the storage buildings are ancient…potatoes, apples, whatever.




Pictures often distorted reality.

Charming village street.  But not the norm.  Most Slovaks live in tall Soviet built
apartment buildings.   I should have taken a picture of them but did not

March 1993 was not the tourist season…apparent here





The sale of Soviet era officers hats at a market.











Dolls made from fine woodwork and corn husks…very fine work.











There seemed to be lots of castles…some in ruins, others seemed inhabited


Here we are on top of the Tatra mountains.  Many Slovaks go up here just to go
hiking along the peaks.   



Kevin and Marjorie going up or down.  I was going the opposite way.  We took a bottle
of wine with us for our top of the mountain lunch.  We were not supposed to do that
we discovered.









Second last picture…end of our Slovak adventure.   Too bad Kevin’s eyes are closed but
I was not looking at him. My eyes  were on the woman in pink


I think this is the best picture to use as a conclusion.  Generalization from this boys’
face would be accurate.  We had a good time.

alan skeoch

EPISODE 330 TENSION AT A SLOVAK DINNER PARTY…WHO WILL PAY THE BILL?

EPISODE 330    TENSION AT A SLOVAK DINNER PART


MAY 1, 2021

THE SLOVAK DINNER PARTY



“Dad, we have arranged a special dinner party tonight…for you…”
“For Marjorie and me?”
“Well maybe a few others…like all my fellow American School visiting teachers.”
“How many?”
“Probably 20…”
“Where is the party?”
“Sort of a secret, really. even I do not know where we are going… we will all take taxis to a village not far from Bratislava…a real
Slovak village… with music and dancing and food and wine…the whole ten yards…All arranged by the gym teacher at the school.”
“Big restaurant?”
“No.  it will be held in a  wine cellar.  A place with no sign…a strange place, Dad…as you will see.

(A year or so later the gym teacher came to visit us in Canada.  He and his wife loved swimming
in our farm pond in spite of the leaches.)
Slovakian signage was limited.  NO great neon signs.  These signs
were found on top of the High Tatra Mountains .. for hikers.  We would
go there for a couple of days.  But the big day …today … was
the wine party …in a village in the dark.


So we all piled in several taxis  and travelled  into the darkness of a Slovak night.  Not many street lights
and soon there were none.  We passed through several villages…all shuttered up and dark.  No one on
the streets … the village houses tended to have no front yards.  Direct street access.  Set back
somewhat though…cobbled.  A few pin pricks of light escaped some houses but most were dark as
a dungeon.




When we reached our party centre, we were really non plussed.  No signage.  Just darkness and
ancient buildings.   Kevin led the way with  a Slovak host.  Really secretive.  As if we would be
arrested for some communist reason.  Like lack of respect.   Or flaunting wealth.
Kev and our guide from the school hammered on a big round topped door…big enough for a cart
to enter.  We walked through a couple of stone arches and then descended into
a big room with a curved stone ceiling.  And lots of barrels.



Perhaps you have not noticed that there are no signs…not a sign.

“This is a winery Dad.  Slovak wines are special.”
“Why so secretive?”
“I don’t really know.  Seems to have something to do  with the socialist government.  Capitalist businesses were suspect of Western
way of life.  So better to not flaunt the success of this winery.  But really, Dad, I do not know
why having a dinner party seems to be kept  a secret.”






There were  a whole bunch of people serving us.  We had one long table piled with food…Slovak specialities that I have since
forgotten.  And wine.  Loads of wine in dark green bottles…corks  removed.   No labels on the bottles
made me  feel this was out of the ordinary.   Wine was soon splashed around.    And a musical group arrived in folk costume
to entertain us with dance and Slovak music.  It was a grand time.  The kids like Kevin seemed to need a
chance like this to relax. Lots of noise and lots of laughter.  Great hurrahs  for the music makers.  



The average age of the revellers  was 21 or 22…or even younger.  Marjorie and  i were the old folk and were treated
 nicely by both Kevin’s fellow teachers and to Slovak hosts.  It was a great party.

Then it ended.  Abruptly.  The music stopped.  The hosts gathered in a little coterie with suspicious glances
at our group.  Something was wrong.  Really wrong.

“What is happening, Kevin?”
“I don’t know…let me ask our guide.  He set the whole thing up.”
(whispered  conversation then Kevin reported)
“They are wondering how a bunch of kids like us are able to pay for the dinner and the music.”
“They know teachers do not get much money.” (wage for these young teachers was $125 per month)

I thought about the situation.  Marjorie and I seemed  to have special status.  Maybe we could get the 
situation under control.  I took a quick look in my wallet.  Perhaps  $300 or $400 in U.S. currency.
This party for 20 people would certainly cost that much.  I got worried but decided to be the big spender…the big shot.

“Tell them that we will pay the whole bill, Kevin.”

(Aside to Kevin: “Do  you have any cash ?”   “A little”  “Back me up then just in  case…”)

What a change.  The music started with special  soloist in Slovak language.  Broad smiles
all around.  Lots of looks our way …  smiling.   These Slovak villagers were not wealthy but they
had put on a grand dinner party for the young American teachers all of whom were working for little
pay and living wherever cheap housing could be found.  Neither the kids nor the hosts were
in it for the money.  

 (Amusing thing happened with one  teacher who was staying with a Slovak
family.  She got fatter and fatter because the family ate a lot of lard. Lots  of lard slathered on toast
for breakfast.  She did not object.  She was a guest.)

But my thoughts were centred on the bill.  Could I pay the bill?

Yet!  Maybe!  I had no idea of the total cost of this extravaganza and only hoped I had enough
cash to cover a dinner for 20 young people with wine and music.  What if I did not have
the cash?   

Surprise!  When the evening was over and it was time to settle up I got a bill for somewhere
around $120 or $130!  That was all.  Included money for the musicians. Amounted to $6 or $7 each.
And to top it off we were all given a corked bottle of wine.  No label wine.  No name on the winery…so
I could never thank the hosts properly.

Then in the darkness of a March night somewhere in rural Slovakia our taxis arrived and
we drove back to Bratislava.  Village after village dark.  I don’t remember street lights
until we arrived in the city.

An unforgettable evening.  Wonderful.


alan skeoch
May 1, 2021
(remembering a March evening in 1993 in 
the new republic of Slovaks)


EPISODE 329 CELEBRATION IN PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC

EPISODE 329   CELEBRATION IN PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC


alan skeoch
May 1, 2021

Our visit to the czech and Slovak republics,  March 1993

PRAGUE,  CZECH REPUBLIC

At least one group of citizens seemed very happy.  We visited Prague on some kind of special
day.  FolK dances and folk costumes galore.  

The Macdonald’s restaurant chain was a going concern.  Very successful. Partly because of
the public washroom.   Long lineup.







Everything we did turned  out to be a new Adventure…as  you will see in the next Episode 330

alan skeoch
May 1, 2021

EPISODE 328 HOW NOT TO LOAD A THRESHING MACHINE: stupid on my part

EPISODE 328   HOW NOT TO LOAD A THRESHING MACHINE:  I WISH THIS WAS NOT DONE


alan skeoch
April 2021

STUPID IS AS STUPID DOES, as Tom Hanks said in the movie.   The loading of our threshing machine 
and tractor on Jim’s flat bed trailer was not a good idea.  One mistake and people could get hurt.




Maybe you can suggest an easy way to unload the threshing machine and the
tractor without danger.

Andrew did the job but he was super careful

alan

EPISODE 327 JAN. 1, 1993: THE DAY CZECHOLSLOVKIA DISAPPEARED…CEASED TO EXIST

EPISODE 327    JANUARY 1, 1993: BREAK UP OF CZECHOSLOVAKIA INTO CZECH AND SLOVAK REPUBLICS


EPISODE 327    JAN. 1, 1993  THE YEAR CZECHOSLOVAKIA DISAPPEARED…CEASED TO EXIST


alan skeoch
May 1, 2021


A STARTLING AND UNFORGETTABLE MARCH HOLIDAY WEEK….1993

“Mom and dad, why don’t you fly over here on the March School break?”
“Is it safe?”
“Perfectly safe.”
“We read that Czechoslovakia is splitting…sounds like Civil War.”
“No danger…the split is not violent.”
“What will happen to you?”
“Nothing, I will still be teaching English in Bratislava for $125 a month”
“Are you still sleeping the jail?”
“No…sharing an apartment in an Ex-Soviet building…only difference beween Canada 
and Slovakia that I see around here is that nobody smiles much..except the students…they
smile a lot…
“Nice kids?”
“Super….How would you  like to be guest teacher for a day in a Slovak High School?
“Love to, Kevine…We are coming…sounds exciting.”
“Good.  I will rent a Skoda…no one will know you are tourists.”
(now that was a laugh…Marjorie wore her bright pink coat…No one else  did.)

ON JANUARY 1, 1993 CZECHOSLOVAKIA SPLIT INTO TWO STATES…THE CZECH AND SLOVAK
REPUBLICS.   

Czechs and Slovaks did not really want to split   There were tensions between the two
groups.  Many Slovaks resented the Czech dominance and general affluence.   But the
resentment was not the kind that would lead to civil war.  Then why did the countries split?
That was what they asked each other.  The answer in simplified form is that the two political
leaders … a Czech and a Slovak.arranged the split even though it seemed to be against the
national will.

HOW DID OUR SON KEVIN BECOME AN ENGLISH TEACHER IN A SLOVAK HIGH SCHOOL?

He needed a job.  Kevin had jus graduated as a Canadian high school teacher but there were
no jobs in Canada.  At least he could not find a job.  But I am not sure he looked very hard.
He was ready to venture into the world.  Wanted to do something different.  Then he heard that
 the American School (an international school) was hiring teachers for the Slovak school system.
The wages were $125 a month…between $4 and $5 a day.  Money was not the incentive for Kevin.
Adventure was what he wanted.  Young and full of piss and vinegar as they say.

Eastern Europe was in a bit of turmoil.  The Berlin Wall had been pulled down. The Soviet
Union had collapsed.  Many of the Soviet Republics were looking to the West…to the United
States…for leadership.  The English language was seen as the key to fitting into the new
world order.  

Kevin was an English teacher.  Certified.  What a wonderful chance to be part of
something bigger than himself.  He applied for a job…was accepted…and took off almost
immediately for the new Slovak Republic which promised him free accommodation but did not 
mention the room would be in a former jail.   He travelled blind along with a bunch of American
newly certified teachers.

Then in March 1993, Marjorie and I joined Kevin for a wonderful winter week in a
place we had never heard of…the brand new Slovak Republic.   Kevin picked us up
in Vienna and drove us to Bratislava.  We passed a large Slovak nuclear Reactor  that the
Austrians felt was in danger of melt down.  That put a little extra tension into the visit.

The Austrians feared this Slovak nuclear reactor was not safe.  No provision for the 
retention of radioactive water in a containment pool was one of the reasons…I think.
  It was years later
that another Soviet reactor became world famous at a glance called Chernobbyl.



WHAT WAS LIFE LIKE IN THE NEW SLOVAK REPUBLIC?

COMPLICATED.  Best answer I can put forward.  Life was  grim for many.  Some Slovaks were happy.  Some Slovaks were unhappy.  

“Best not to smile when riding
the Busses, Dad.  Most Slovaks are having a tough time right now.  Not much to smile about.  Many still believe
that Marxism could have provided a Worker’s paradise. Problems happened when Joseph Stalin and Russian communism not took
hold of Eastern Europe. “
“Seems the bullets of World War II have pock-marked some of the buildings.”
“That war …1939 to 1945 …is still part of the Slovak consciousness.”


Why was this sign on this bridge in English?   

We went to church on Sunday and could not help to see the huge ruin of a burned our synagogue next door to the Roman Catholic cathedral.
That was chilling.  I wondered why the ghostly hulk was left standing.  Perhaps a symbol of the Soviet victory of Nazi fascism.   But I am
not sure why?   Then there was a bridge with a memorial place engraved in English…also a reminder of World war II.



Behind this overgrown scrub forest was a burned out synagogue as seen below.
A reminder of the anti semitic terror that swept through eastern Europe in the 1940’s





TEACHING HISTORY IN A SLOVAK HIGH SCHOOL

“We have a guest  today,” announced the principal as we wedged ourselves into the packed classroom.
“Welcome,”  And all the students…senior students in Grade 12…all of them immediately stood
up and welcomed Marjorie and me with bug smiles. That courtesy does not happen in Canada.

I do not remember what I taught on that cold March morning in 1993.  What I do remember, however, were the
warm smiles … the joy the students seemed to feel … the hope they shared, hope that the West would change 
their world.  The need to speak English.

Take a look at their faces.  They were 17 and 18 in 1993.  Today they would  be 45 and  46 with teen age children of their
own.  A really nice bunch of very typical high school students whose skills in English were very good.  Hopefully they can still smile the way they did in 1993.








Elementary school students







AT the back of the room, left to right, Marjorie Skeoch, VP, Kevin Skeoch, School Principal

Principal of the Slovak High School in 1993




We had quite a few adventures in our week.  Perhaps the most humourous was when
Marjorie got mugged by a group of five or six older women.  Likely Roma.  They surrounded her outside a Slovak coffee shop
where she lined up to go to a washroom.   Public WC’s were hard to find.
wile Kevin and i were paying the bill.  Suddenly, Kev, yelled.  “Mom is getting robbed out there.”
And sure enough the women were all around her in the line up which they used as cover.  Pushing…while looking
away….distracting Marjorie while one woman slipped her hand into Marjorie’s purse and grabbed  her wallet.  Only it was not
her wallet.  It was her glass case.  The women took off as Kevin arrived hollering like a stuck pig.  So the mugging turned into
an adventure where no one got hurt…and five women were sharing an empty glass case.  Another group of gypsy women
encircled me at the same time so Kev used back to save me.  I was in no danger…wallet tied down.

NEXT EPISODE ON SLOVAKIA WILL BE AMUSING IN PLACES…STARTLING IN OTHERS.
Difficult challenge:  See if you can find marjorie  in this slovakian crowd.

ALAN SKEOCH
MAY 1, 2021

POST SCRIPT:  FOR ANYONE WISHING TO KNOW WHY CZECHOSLOVAKIA BROKE INTO TWO PIECES IN 1993

BUSINESS & ECONOMY CZECH REPUBLIC POLITICS & INTERNATIONAL SLOVAKIA

Why did Czechoslovakia break up?

PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC – Last Sunday marked the 100th anniversary of the foundation of Czechoslovakia… a country which ceased to exist a quarter of a century ago. Which begs the question: Why did Czechoslovakia actually break up?

On January 1, 1993, Czechoslovakia split into two independent states, the Czech Republic and Slovakia, in what is now known as the “Velvet divorce” (in a reference to the Velvet revolution) due to its peaceful and negotiated nature. Both countries divided their common “goods” (embassies, military equipment, etc.) on a two-to-one ratio to reflect their populations. Although the dissolution didn’t lead to any unrest or bloodshed, the new frontiers did create a few odd situations, like splitting border-towns in half.

The split “was not entirely inevitable, but the political and economic costs of keeping the country together would have been extremely high”, pointed out Jiri Pehe, political analyst and former advisor to Vaclav Havel.

The division of Czechoslovakia: an undemocratic decision?

A widespread narrative argues that the divorce was a purely political move decided behind closed-doors by Czech and Slovak leaders Vaclav Klaus and Vladimir Meciar against the will of the population. There is some truth in that: all the opinion polls at that time showed that a vast majority of Czechs and Slovaks was in favour of the preservation of Czechoslovakia and against the country’s break-up.

In its January 1, 1993 edition, the New York Times wrote: “A multi-ethnic nation born at the end of World War I in the glow of pan-Slavic brotherhood, Czechoslovakia survived dismemberment by the Nazis and more than four decades of Communist rule only to fall apart after just three years of democracy”.

Although no referendum was ever held on the matter, democracy was indeed at the heart of the issue: all the problems associated with the federation of two states of unequal weight and size only appeared after the centralized, communist regime collapsed as Czechoslovakia reconnected with democracy. The decision-making paralysis and the federal government’s inability to push any significant reforms in the early 1990’s strongly contributed to the top-down decision of Klaus and Meciar.

Yet, the truth is slightly more complicated. Although most Czechs and Slovaks wanted to preserve Czechoslovakia, both sides yearned for a reformed, mutually incompatible version, founded on deeply-rooted historical grievances and frustrations. And while Slovak nationalism sentiment strived for more autonomy, Czech nationalism embraced Czechoslovakism, mainly due to their privileged position within the federation.

The “arrogant” Czechs

Slovaks didn’t completely adhere to the concept of Czechoslovakism, which they often saw as a patronizing and paternalist Czech policy ever since the foundation of the First Republic in 1918. “The majority of people in Slovakia really considered Czechoslovakia as their genuine home”, Juraj Marusiak from the Slovak Academy of Sciences pointed out.

But they wanted more autonomy, more control on their own decision-making and were weary of feeling that their fate was decided by bureaucrats in Prague (the federal capital) who looked down upon the less-developed Slovak “little brothers”. “Some Slovak demands – for example the modification in the name of the country – were ridiculed by the Czech media and understood as petty of Czech politicians, who did not appreciate the symbolism of such steps for the Slovaks”, Jiri Pehe highlighted.

Despite having largely benefited from economic assistance from the Czech side during their common life, “resentment of what some Slovaks saw as a distant, arrogant federal government in Prague, was skillfully fanned by Mr. Meciar, a former Communist who saw the reviving Slovak nationalism as his ticket to power”, wrote The New York Times.

The “ungrateful” Slovaks

Czechs, on the other hand, felt like they were paying out of their own pockets for the economic and regional development of the poorer (and seemingly ungrateful) neighbor. Although Slovak GDP per capita had already reached roughly three-quarters of the Czech figure in 1992, “the animus created on the Czech side by these payments (…) was exploitable by ambitious politicians”.

First and foremost, Vaclav Klaus, a liberal economist who wanted to bring the Czech Republic at the forefront of Europe’s liberal economic transformation and needed centralized power to launch sweeping and radical reforms. This explains why Klaus was not so keen on granting more autonomy to Slovakia and appeared, therefore, more than willing to get rid of the Slovak “burden”.

Moreover, many Czechs saw as a betrayal the fact that, in 1939, Slovakia formed its own autonomous state which, despite being a puppet regime of Nazi Germany, was separate from the Protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia, under direct Nazi occupation. On the other hand, this experience of statehood empowered part of the Slovak elite, which perceived the restoration of Czechoslovakia after the war as a “re-provincialization” of the country.

Similarly, many Czechs believed that their punishment and suffering were much greater than what the Slovak side experienced after the 1968 invasion – Gustav Husak, first secretary of the Communist party of Czechoslovakia, Czechoslovakia’s President and architect of the “normalization era”, came from Slovakia. czechoslovakia break up

The aftermath of the break-up of Czechoslovakia

After the split, both countries went their own way: “In the aftermath, M. Klaus pursued the rapid privatisations that made the Czech Republic an economic star of central Europe, but also created public resentment, as ex-communist insiders and foreign multinationals benefited disproportionately from the process”, wrote The Economist. “M. Meciar, meanwhile, tightened his grip and ruled as a semi-authoritarian strongman, slowing the progress of his country’s accession to the European Union and briefly making it a regional pariah, until he was democratically displaced in 1998”.

The demographics also significantly changed: while the Czech Republic became an ethnically homogeneous country, Slovakia was still home to a strong Hungarian minority (nearly 600.000) and Roma community (between 300.000 and 500.000).

The “Velvet divorce” has often been conjured to tackle contemporary separatist movements throughout Europe (Catalonia, Scotland, Brexit, etc.). “Policymakers wondering how a euro zone disintegration would play out could do worse than study one monetary union collapse that went well: the split of the Czech-Slovak currency union” in February 1993, even wrote Reutersczechoslovakia break up

Czech Republic and Slovakia go their separate ways: what’s the situation today?

Despite their break-up, the Czech Republic and Slovakia remain more closely linked than any other two countries in Europe. Although the dissolution was experienced as a defeat and a failure for many people, no one is seriously pleading for reunification. We should also point out that Czechs and Slovaks were separated throughout most of their history: their Czechoslovak “joint-venture” appears more as an exception than the rule. Even within the Habsburg Empire, Czechs were under the rule of Vienna, while Slovaks were governed from Hungary.

Their relationship to their common past remains highly asymmetrical and strained by long-running prejudices on both sides. While the aforementioned grievances have something to do with it, more current grievances (like the fact that the Czech Republic cunningly stole Czechoslovakia’s flag after the break-up) also play a role in the enduring stigmas on each side of the border.

Last week-end’s celebrations proved it well. While the Czech Republic celebrated the centenary of the foundation of Czechoslovakia in style and with great pomp, no event of such magnitude was held in Slovakia. October 28 is one of the major Czech public holidays to celebrate the independence and statehood… of a country that no longer exists.

In Slovakia, it’s only qualified as a “memorial day”. However, to mark the centenary, the country instead decided to implement a one-off public holiday on October 30 this year. January 1, meanwhile, despite being the official “independence” day for both states, fails to have any real significance today: partly because neither Slovakia nor the Czech Republic want to “celebrate” the 1993 dissolution, and partly because it’s overshadowed by New Year’s Day.






EPISODE 326 VERY LITTLE LIFE IN OUR 3 LARGE PONDS: WHAT IS HAPPENING?

EPISODE 326   VERY LITTLE LIFE IN OUR 3 LARGE PONDS: WHAT IS HAPPENING?


alan skeoch
april 2021



SOMETHING BAD IS HAPPENING TO OUR 3 FAR PONDS

SURE…WE ARE CONCERNED.  YOU SHOULD BE AS WELL.

It is hard for us to read about the importance of ponds..wetlands…in local ecology.  We know how
important wetlands are to all kinds of creatures.  And we have made sure our farm ponds are not
touched.  As a matter of fact these ponds are much larger than the days when my grandparents tried
to eke out a bare subsistence living on our 25 acre farm.  Today the ponds occupy about 7 to 8 acres
of the land.   No vile chemicals drain from local fields into the wetland.

But where has all the pond life gone?   We will never know that.   Perhaps a better questions is “Why has
pond life diminished catastrophically over the past three decades or longer.  There was a time when I was
a boy that the frog population was immense.  Hard to take a step on the pond margins without a hurricane of
frogs jumping helter skelter.   Today we have a few frogs…Leopards mostly…but we have to look for them
carefully.   With few frogs we have fewer snakes.   A decade ago garter snakes bred in the flower pots in the
green house. Today?  I have not seen one yet (April 29, 2021).

I wince every time a Great Blue Heron lands on our pond margins.  Seeking frogs.  We do  not have enough
to feed that interesting bird.  So the life of many creatures is now restricted leading to the die off that no one
notices.

Large creatures are still here but in reduced numbers.  We still have a home for a big snapping turtle.  Canada
geese return each year to raise a brood.  Sometimes their previous progeny join them and are hustled away by
the parents.  Five years ago we had a healthy population of painted turtles…20 or 30, all sizes…then suddenly
we found turtle carapaces in the farm field and today we only have a few living in the big pond.  Something happened to our turtle
breeding ground at the eastern end of the big pond which also happens to be the break point where drainage
flows to the Grand River (ultimately).  Our wetlands are the final height of land for the Grand River watershed.

Coyotes are here…and deer…and wild turkeys.  They seem fine.  Although all we see are their tracks and
the occasional fluffing noise as a turkey family shuffles out of view.

Small water life has  just about disappeared.  There are no leaches.  None?  There was a time when we
had so many that it was a concern.  Needed a supply of salt to get them off after a swim.
 Today none.  We still have dragon flies…that ancient survivor of life on earth…
but not as many.   Little bugs like water spiders and back swimmers are few in number if they even exist.
And honey bees seem OK but they are managed by humans.

My question?   Will pond life return.  Will the small creatures at the bottom of the food chain repopulate our
ponds naturally.  Or is climate change about to turn the world I knew upside down?

I think I will send this note to the Grand River Conservation people.   Maybe they have an answer.

alan skeoch

Post Script

Make a Pond for Wildlife

Ponds are places where cyanophytes still gleam with bubbles of pure oxygen, as they did two billion years ago. They are places where dragonflies still live as they did when they dominated the air 300 million years ago. Ponds are conservation in action.

Ponds are the whole world for many fascinating aquatic insects – whirligig beetles, backswimmers, water striders. They attract many of our favourite birds – swallows, flycatchers, wrens, ducks. But, they are a special boon to frogs. All Canadian frogs require clear water in which to breed – several require it year around.

Marshy ponds are the most valuable places of all to maintain biodiversity in most areas of Canada.