Author: Alan Skeoch

  • EPISODE 820 LAST APPLE TREE STANDING…IN FULL BLOSSOM IN SPITE OF AGE

    EPISODE  820     LAST APPLE TREE STANDING…IN FULL BLOSSOM IN SPITE OF AGE

    alan skeoch
    May 19, 2023



    My grandfather, Edward Freeman, was a landscape  gardener born in Herefordshire, England.  Trained on the grounds of Windsor Castle according
    to one source although he never told me that  Eventually he became the head gardener at the 1500 acre Eywood Estate near Kington, Herefordshire..
    That’s apple country where the great cider apple called Red Streak once thrived and perhaps descendants are in blossom there to this day.  There’s
    nothing quite like a cold glass of Bulmer’s cider on a hot day.   Although granddad preferred Rhubarb wine himself.  Made from his own
    rhubarb patch that tried alongside the apple orchard.

    Granddad left England as the 20th century dawned.  Perhaps tricked by Canadian advertising brochures that promised free land and freedom
    from the class system.  Tricked is the word because Krugerdorf in the cold clay belt of Northern Ontario was anything but Valhalla.  A rough and ready 
    place where forest fires swept across the boreal forest and piles of immigrant cut slash with the regularity of the rising of the sun,   Edward, Louisa and the
    kids,, Frank and Elsie (my mom) were burned out. Lost much. Saved the old pump organ and some pictures. Fled south to a derelict 25 acre farm
    in Erin Township, Wellington County, Ontario. And stayed there unto death.  We still have that farm although grander farms have disappeared all
    across North America.

    The best crop on that farm is rocks.  Always has been since an ice sheet two kilometres thick dumped a monstrous pile of unsorted rubble there ten
    thousand or so years ago.   But it was here that the Freeman’s took up permanent residence.

    And here is where the last vestige of Granddad’s gardening skills still lives.   One lone apple tree where once his orchard stood.  What kind? I have
    no idea except my dad said the apples were Red Astrachans.  Unsure of that because dad accused every apple tree as being a Red Astrashan.
    Perhaps he liked the name as much as I like he name Red Streak (see Herefordshire Pomona).  Decades ago I was so enamoured of that
    cider apple that we purchased a page from the old Herefordshire Pomona that was framed and hanging in a ‘book breakers’ shop in Hay of Wye.
    The picture hangs in our living room and visitors must wonder why we have an apple hanging there.

    So that is a bit of apple history.  A tiny bit for the study of apples fills volumes .   I have not time to go into that
    in depth today.   Today you have a chance to gaze at Granddad’s last apple tree.   It is not a pretty picture.  Apple trees age as humans
    do…as most living things do….as burning balls called suns do.  Apple trees show their age and once they get to look crochetty they are cut down
    and their wood in blocks provided a last bit of joy in the fireplace from of winter time combustion.  Will that be the final resting
    place of granddad’s apple tree?

    Maybe.  But not this year.  This year it is in full blossom. Few blossoms last year.  But this year, 2023, a glorious bunch of blossoms
    on the few live branches.  Hopefully our son Andrew’s bees have found those blossoms and will provide a jar of honey when
    Andrew steasl some honey from the bees next fall.

    I think I will call that honey “Red Astrachan RedStreak”, granddad would like that.

    alan





  • episode 819 POLICE PULLED ME OVER

    EPISODE 819   POLICE PULLED ME OVER



    alan skeoch
    May 10, 2023



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    Heavy traffic as I swung into the long curve of the QEW heading to the Burlington Bridge.   My exit was
    North Beach coming up fast.  Traffic speed around 70 km …Then before my eyes on the
    right shoulder were three police cars with lights flashing.   My mind raced.

    “Alan, pull to the left…that’s the law…police vehicles…give them space “
    Quick look to the left.
    “Damnit, I have an 18 wheeler beside me …all going 70.”
    Quick look in rear mirror.
    “Damnit car right behind me…cannot brake.”
    Then, like a lightning bolt I was into the danger zone.
    “Noting I cooudl do.  The 18 wheeler could not slow down,  Pulling to the left would  probably
    kill someone, namely me and maybe others.   That is how accidents happen.  With the speed of
    summer lightning.  Choices have to be instantaneous.  My decision was to stay in my lane
    and squeeze by the OPP cars.  There was room for that.

    The 18 wheeler was dark brown.  Funny I would notice that.  If I dared move i would be partly under
    his bed in a tangle of shredded metal and exploding rubber.    

    Te police officers were discussing something  … well away from my open lane.
    BaZoom…I was through the hole.   Flipped my right turn signal and slowed down to exit
    at North Beach.  The 18 wheeler had pulled into my lane heading for the same exit.

    The near crisis was over.  Or so I thought.   The sun was out …the trees were in leaf. 
    And daffodils danced on the fine lawns of North Beach homes..  sign of relief.

    Then I heard the siren.  Somewhere behind me.  Actually right behind me.  Those flashing lights and siren were
    meant  for me.  An OPP criuiser.   

    “Damn! Damn! Damn!  “

    I pulled over and the cop levered himself  out of his car.

    “You nearly hit me, sir.”
    “I had no choice.   But I  know the law….sorry…not much else I can say.”
    “Licence please.”
    I fumbled for my licence and insurance.
    “There was barely an inch or two between my car and your truck.  Very dangerous.”
    “I know that, sir, my excuse sounds lame.  That 18 wheeler gave me no choice…
    could not move to the left.”
    “You could have slowed down, sir.””
    “yes.  Car behind me…coming around long curve.  I know I am guilty.   Only
    excuse Have is the 18 wheeler.  I am guilty.”
    “Only an inch or two clearance, sir.”
    And away he went with my licence.  Would I lose points?   No doubt a hefty fine
    as well.  
    Then the cop got out of his car holding a long sheet of official looking paper.
    “Sir, I am not giving you a ticket.  Only this warning.”
    “Thanks.”
    Thanks was not enough
    “Can I shake our hand, sir,”
    “The more I thought about it, sir, I did see that tractor trailer beside you..pulling 
    in front of you.  There was no choice.  So this is just a warning.  It could have been
    a fine and a court date.”

    Driving is dangerous.  Highways are used by thousands of big rigs these days.  I am
    a tire counter.  Some of these rigs have as many as 32 wheels which  means
    they are carrying a lot of weight.    Armed with air brakes.  Which means instant stopping…
    burning rubber…fish tailing….death.

    I am indebted to that police man…a Chinese Canadian I noriced not that that matters.
    A nice guy who weighed the situation snd gave me the benefit of the doubt.
    I did not mouth off.  such as Yell about the 18 wheeler.  If I had mouthed off then the whole
    thing  would be different. 



    I was shaken.  Nervous as I pulled into the Burlington Golf and Country Club where six of my
    high school chums were waiting.  We meet for lunch twice a year.  Old friends from
    the 1950’’s.  We played football together long ago when we were big and strong
    and the world was our oyster at Humberside Collegiate.

    A guy was beside me putting on his golf shoes. He looked at me and said.

    “Well , did you get a ticket?” 
    “No….just a warning.
    “Lucky man.”
    “I did not mouth off.”
    “Always a good idea.”

    I was five minutes late for our lunch.  The boys hooted and laughed.  Glad to see me.:/


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  • EPISODE 819 : THE DRAGOON HELMET..


    EPISODE 819     THE  DRAGOON HELMET

    alan skeoch
    May13, 2023

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     Marjorie and I noticed the Royal Dragoon Guards with special interest during the coronation
    of Charles III.



    “Alan, those cavalry soldiers are wearing our helmet.”
    “Our helmet?”
    “yes, the tinware helmet your mom was given as  family heirloom”
    “There it is sitting up near the beam in the fireplace room.”
    “Ignored.”’
    “Not ignored but certainly Taken for Granted.”
    “who wore it?”
    “Una Dunne’s father was a fireman in a place called Deal I believe
    “In Dorset.”
    “That’s where your great grandfather  lived until he died.”
    “Remember when we visited Una?”
    “She was a poet….gave us little volumes of her poetry.””
    “She also gave  mom the dragoon helmet that British firemen wore in the 19th century.”
    “Did the hemet have any practical use?”
    “I suppose it did…stopped falling bricks or flaming timbers from crushing skulls.”
    “WOULD A DRAGON HELMET STOP A BULLET?”
    “Dragoon helmets are only used for fancy occasion.”
    “Like a coronation.”
    “Let’s wear it now as we watch the coronation of Charles III.”

    Do you want to know more?  Scroll down.


    Dragoon helmet

    From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

    Helmet used by the Swedish Life Guards, c. 1823

    dragoon helmet was an ornate style of metal combat helmet featuring a tall crest; they were initially used by dragoons, but later by other types of heavy cavalry and some other military units. Originating in France in the second half of the 18th century, it was widely imitated by other European armies and was last used in combat in 1914. Some military units continue to wear this style of helmet for parades and other ceremonial duties.

    History

    18th century European dragoon cavalry generally wore tricorn hats, but in 1762, the French Army introduced a new uniform for their dragoon regiments, featuring a crested helmet, loosely based on classical Ancient Greek and Roman styles.[1] It was made of steel with a brass crest and featured an imitation panther fur “turban” and a long black horsehair mane or plume.[2] One distinctive example of this kind of headgear used to be the Tarleton helmet. By the end of the century, it had developed a taller, more elegant shape and a removable feather plume at the side, which was only worn on parade.[3] The dragoon helmet was also adopted by the French cuirassier regiments which were first formed in 1803,[4] and by French engineers. In 1812, the French engineer corps became responsible for the Paris fire brigade, the Sapeurs-pompiers, who also adopted the dragoon helmet;[5] this was later copied and adapted by other European fire services, including the London Fire Brigade who introduced the crested Merryweather helmet in 1868 following a visit to Paris by Captain Sir Eyre Massey Shaw.[6]

    Members of the Paris Fire Brigade in dragoon helmets, c. 1900.

    In 1798, the Imperial and Royal Austrian Army introduced a crested helmet for nearly all their troops;[7] it was made of leather with metal fittings and had a woollen “comb” instead of the French mane. A taller version of this helmet was adopted by the dragoon regiments of the Imperial Russian Army in 1803, replacing a bicorn hat.[8]British dragoons and dragoon guards adopted a helmet of the Austrian style in 1812, but quickly replaced the woollen comb (known as a “roach” in British service) with a horsehair mane;[9] the Household Cavalry however, followed the opposite path, first adopting horsehair but rapidly replacing it with a woollen comb.[10]
    In the century that followed, the dragoon helmet continued to be worn both on parade and in battle. In 1842, the Prussian Army replaced their crested helmets with one surmounted by a spike, the Pickelhaube.[11] The British heavy cavalry, who in 1817 had adopted the “Roman Pattern” helmet with a huge bearskin crest,[12] replaced it in 1847 with the “Albert Pattern“, a spiked helmet with a falling horsehair plume, which could be removed when on campaign.[13] The Albert Pattern helmet was also used by cavalry raised in various parts of the British Empire, for example, The Governor General’s Horse Guards, formed in Canada in 1855.[14]
    As the power and accuracy of weapons increased, so conspicuous headgear like the cavalry helmet began to be discarded in favour of more practical designs. Bavaria, however, would stick to the Raupenhelm [de] (caterpillar helmet), this unmistakable feature of many of its army’s uniforms, until the adoption of prussian models only after King Ludwig’s death in 1886. In France, the traditional uniform was considered to increase the esprit de corps of the heavy cavalry in their role as shock troops and the French dragoons and cuirassiers rode to war in them in 1914, the only concession to modern warfare being drab-coloured helmet covers which were first issued in 1902.[15]





  • episode 819: LONG FUNERAL MARCH FROM SCOTLAND TO LONDON, QEEN ELIZABETH II , September 2022

    NOTE: THESE WERE SIGNIFICANT TIMES  FROM SEPT. 2022 TO JUNE 2023…NEVER TO 
    COME AGAIN.  SO HERE IS MY DOCUMENTATION IN THREE EPISODES
    1) THE FUNERL TRIP FROM SCOTLAND WITH QUEENELIZABETH II’S COFFIN (BELOW)
    2)  TH FNERAL OF QUEEN ELIZABETH II  
    3) THE CORONATION OF KING CHARLES III IN 2023


    LONG FUNERAL MARCH FROM SCOTLAND TO LONDON, 

    QEEN ELIZABETH II  IN  2022

    episode 818
    alan skeoch


  • EPISODE 816 FUNERAL OF QUEEN ELIZABETH II, OCTOBER 2022

    EPISODE 816:   FUNERAL OF QUEEN ELIZABETH II    OCTOBER 2022


    alan skeoch
    may11, 2032