Author: Alan Skeoch

  • EPISODE 589 THE HYDRO ONE TEAM ARRIVED AND CLEANED UP THE FIFTH LINE MAY24,2022

    EPISODE 589  when the  HYDRO ONE TEAM ARRIVED….. 


    alan skeoch
    May 23,2022

    THE TORNADO … TWO DAYS LATER.

    This photo essay does not need many words.  Hydro One  crew took over
    the Fifth Line just as we were getting ready with our machines to do so. There
    is a difference in scale…a big difference.


    WE ASSEMBLED OUR FLEET OF RESCUE MACHINES…
    READY TO CLEAN UP THE MESS LEFT BY THE STORM.

    THEN THE HYDRO ONE MEN ARRIVED…CHEERFULLY
    SAID WE WERE NO LONGER NEEDED.


    OUR SON ANDREW GOT HIS CHAINSAW AND BEGAN CUTTING UP THE BIG POPLAR THAT NEARLY BOPPED
    MARJORIE AS SHE TRIED TO RESCUE HER TULIPS WHEN THE TORNADO HIT.  SHE LOST THE
    BATTLE AND GOT SOAKED TO THE SKIN AS SHE BATTLED THE 120 MPH WIND TRYING TO 
    REACH THE HOUSE WHERE WOODY AND I WAITED. WE WERE DRY.  MALES ARE  NOT AS STUPID AS SOME
    PEOPLE THINK.

    MIRACLE OF MIRACLES…AS  ANDREW PEALED AWAY THE POPLAR BRANCHES HE REACHED THE
    TULIP BED.  IT WAS UNTOUCHED.   THE GNARLED POPLAR BRANCHES ACTED AS A KIND OF CRADLE FOR THE TULIPS.


    TH

    JUST THINK OF ALL THE OXYGEN WE HAVE LOST NOW THAT SO MANY OF OUR FIFTH LINE
    TREES HAVE BEEN PUMMELLED TO DEATH.  NO EXPLANATION NECESSARY REALLY.   TREES EAT CO2 FOR THE CARBON AND THEN
    RELEASE THE OXYGEN INTO THE ATMOSPHERE.  WITHOUT TREES OUR LIVES WOULD BE
    ‘POOR, NASTY, BRUTISH AND SHORT’ AS THE PHILOSOPHER SAID.  A STOLEN QUOTE.

    “BORING!”  SNUFFLED WOODY


    THHIS IS WOODY….DEEP IN THOUGHT


    WOODY CRAWLED INTO THE BACK SEAT OF THE TRUCK….SECURE AND SAFE…THINKING…HUMMING…


    NOW WOODY HAD A SONG TO SNUFFLE ,,,  ABOUT THE STORM

    “WHENEVER I FEEL AFRAID
    I  HOLD MY NOSE ERECT
    AND SNORT A HAPPY TUNE
    SO NO ONE WILL SUSPET
    I’M AFRAID.”


    FIFTH LINE , ERIN TOWNSHIP,  WELLINGTON COUNTY….FOUR DAYS LATER.

    AFTER CLEARING THE TREES THAT BLOCKED THE FIFTH LINE WE WERE ALL
    SURPRISED THAT THE GRAVEL ROAD LOOKED PERFECT….NOT A HINT OF
    THE DESTRUCTION.


    WHY IS THERE LITTLE EVIDENCE OF THIS HORRIFIC STORM?

    BECAUSE THE CLEAN UP CREW … WITH THEIR IMMENSE VACUUM TRUCKS
    CLEAN ThINGS UP…..CHEERFULLY.

  • EPISODE 588 INSIDE A TORNADO…AND AFTERWARD, MAY 21, 2022

    EPISODE  588    INSIDE A TORNADO….AND AFTERWARD, May 21, 2022

    alan and marjorie and molly skeoch
    may 21, 2022



    “Marjorie, get the hell into the house now…tornado…TORNADO!”
    “My tulips”
    “To hell with your tulips…the dog and I are safe in the house…you are out there in a tornado…you are
    worried about your goddamn tulips…”
    “I’m soaked now…may as well move the truck away from the trees.”
    “Marjorie, Woody and I are safe…you are in the eye of the storm…get in here.”
    “Wind so strong…hard to walk…rain gusting with the wind…everything loose 
    is flying.”
    “No power…dark as a dungeon in the house.:”
    “What’s the rattle, sounds like an electrical short…dangerous…rattle sound..”
    “Mouse…alive , caught with one paw in one trap…his tail in another…I’ll let him go.”

    OUTSIDE THE WIND WAS ROARING LIKE THE MGM LION
    INSIDE THE HOUSE WAS AS DARK AS NIGHT…NOISE WAS
    FEARFUL OUTSIDE..STILLNESS INSIDE WAS OTHER WORLDLY.

    “What can we do?  Molly is alone down on the other farm mowing the lawn. In danger!”
    “She will find safety in the barn.”
    “Take the ETV down snd get her.”
    “Wait until the storm eases a bit.”

    THEN IT WAS OVER.  NO SOUND.  NO RAIN.  NO WIND.

    OUTSIDE WAS RUIN…HUGE TREES DOWN EVERYWHERE.  
    THE FIRST WE SAW WAS AN ANCIENT 70 FOOT POPLAR THAT 
    HAD FALLEN ON MARJORIE’S TULIPS…NARROWLY MISSING MARJORIE.
    SHE NEVER HEARD A THING WICH IS LIKELY HOW 5 PEOPLE DIED IN THIS STORM.



    “We did not hear this tree fall…missed the truck…but got Marjorie’s tulips…could have hit her”

    FIVE PEOPLE WERE KILLED BY FALLING TREES IN THE MAY 31 ONTARIO TORNADO


    “That tree fell just as you left the tulips, Marjorie.”
    “Never heard a thing….only the sound of the wind roaring.”
    ‘Could have killed you”
    “Short life for the tuiips.”

    “Alan, go out to the road…looks like trouble out there.”

    FIFTH LINE OF ERIN TOWNSHIP, WELLINGTON COUNTY, WAS NO LONGER
    A ROAD.  IT WAS A TANGLE OF HUGE TREES EVERYHERE WE LOOKED.
    AND AMIDST THE TANGLE WERE THE POWER LINES.  TWISTED LIKE SNAKES.

    “The power line posts have shattered.”
    “Lines are down all over….woven in a tangle in the trees.”
    “Do not go near…could kill you.”
    “Could…but power is off and the lines are broken…but could be live I guess.”
    ‘Alan, try to get to Molly on the other farm.”
    “No rain, no wind now.  But hydro wires ripped from posts by the falling trees…insulators
    shattered….lines broken….dead line for hundreds of feet…broken at both ends.”
    “Don’t do something stupid.”

    “Call Andrew on cell phone…tell him to get up here fast.”
    “How can he reach us?  No way a truck can get here the road
    is blocked by fallen trees everywhere we look.”
    “I hear a chain saw going at Tim and Valerie Rock’s place.”
    “Maybe they will cut our way through to 50 sidereal…tell Andy to try that route.”
    “Forget about coming up the Fifth Line.  I can see downed trees
    as far as Fabers…past Kerrs…looks like a road was never there.”




    Some people come alive when disaster happens.,,Molly and Marjorie for instance.   (The rats! See them? A pair…made of rubber.)

    It will take weeks to clear up the mess….


    This giant spruce tree has survived a century…then was gone in an instant.



    “This section of the power line had been ripped from the posts …both ends torn clear…no danger…but, even so, Andrew
    was super careful.”
    “Why do it?”
    “Must get clear.  Jaimie has had a serous heart operation … must have access to hospital if something
    happens.  Worried…really worried.”


    The force of falling trees and hundred mph wind shattered the electrical insulators and ripped the electric wires into great swaths of
    unattached wire curled around tree branches.  The same was true on other roads.  There was no way hydro crews
    would reach us.  So neighbours with chain saws and tractors and trucks with winches began to clear the debris.
    One car at Valerie Rock’s farm was crushed.  But no one near our section of the Fifth line was hurt.


    Jim Costello, across the road from our farm, used his flatbed  truck and chains to clear his maple tree


    “Strange thing….our ancient oak and maple were untouched.”




    “LOOK through the branches and leaves…look down the Fifth line…trees blocking the road at Saunders farm…and distantly
    at Fabers farm as well.  No way anyone could get through to our place.”


    ON one side of the house, our farm looks intact.  Lilacs greeting the rain.  On the other side the giant poplar fell and
    wiped out Marjorie’s tulips but missed three things….Marjorie, our truck, and the farm house.  All is well.







    Now here is something for readers to ponder.  This is the last apple tree in what was once
    Edward Freeman’s orchard.  It clings to life by a fragment of trunk. ..  it will
    come down with a push.  We have considered removing it for years. Can you explain
    why this near dead tree survived when other healthy giant maples and sprue and
    poplar did not?”




    alan skeoch
    May 21, 2022
  • EPISODE 587 WHY NO EPISODES LATELY

    EPISODES 587   WHY NO EPISODES LATELY


    alan skeoch
    May 21, 2022

    Lots of reasons for the delay in episodes for those of you who read them.
    Planting season is the big reason.  Computer overload is another.  Came misbehaviour. 
    End of my curling season.  Sickness of friends.  Got tractor and cultivator stuck in deep mud
    at an uneasy angle and had to wait for Andrew to get it out…underground spring cause.
    Too much research necessary on the Pebble Mine is another.  Easy to 
    find excuses.   But the episodes will return.

    Meanwhile why don’t you count the clouds…airships of the line.


  • EPISODE 583 CAMOUFLAGE … AND IPHONE DISTRACTION

    EPISODE 583    CAMOUFLAGE 


    alan skeoch
    May 16, 2022






    I PHONES can be dangerous.  In this case Kevin (eldest son) is totally unaware
    that the wild grape vines he is about to harvest contains a dangerous
    predator ready to scare the bejabbers out of him.  I phones are dangerous
    because they distract.   In the long term…i.e. a thousand years of iPhone
    there may be a mutation in our necks whereby we can only look down.
    Think about that.  What will we fail to see?  Will that mutation spell the
    end of human kind because we cannot see what is coming at us?  Will we
    fail to see the sunrise….the sunset…the sky?  Silly, I know that.

    QUOTE OF THE WEEK

    Last week our grandson Jack took the first step in basic training
    for the Canadian army.  Adulthood.  Leaving the nest. We do not know where that will lead him and 
    miss him dearly.    It seems he feels the same because he wrote to
    his sister Molly a very endearing letter which included this sentence.

    “Molly, will you show Norman my picture often, I don’t want him to forget me.”

    Who is Norman?  Norman is their family dog.  Will Norman remember Jack
    when he sees Jack’s picture on an iPhone?   Not sure of the answer.

    Marjorie assures me the Norman will remember Jack forever. “There is no way
    to get rid of a scent.”

    alan
  • EISODE 581 COTTAGE LIFE…NOT ALWAYS GLORIOUS

    EPISODE 581   COTTAGE LIFE …NOT ALWAYS GLORIOUS


    alan skeoch
    may 13, 2022




    NORTH BAY: SUMMER 1965

    “Would you like to spend a couple of days at our cottage?”
    “Sure.”

    That invitation sounded great.  A couple of days all to ourselves at
    a Northern Ontario cottage.   Visions of gin and tonic served on a sunny
    wood deck with a northern lake stretched out below with a dock and
    motor boat and arm sunny evenings with a campfire and marshmallows.

    Well we discovered that cottage life is not all its trumped up to be.
    The cottage was high above the lake.   No deck.  Really it was
    a garage built under a canopy of pine, cedar and tag alder.  Home
    to a million blood consuming insects.  

    The safest place was inside the one room cottage.  It was big enough
    to park a car but not much more.  Yes it was really a garage.  Some itinerant
    vandal had ripped the screening from the windows.  To open them was to
    invite the little blood consuming creatures in for dinner.

    There was one bed.  A place of safety as the sun settled and night
    arrived  That’s when the mice came out.  Dozens of them scurrying
    here and there as we snuggled down in our sleeping bag hoping
    that no pregnant varmint had found the bag a good place to make
    a nest for little creatures.  

    We did not sleep. Nights in the north can get cold.  No stove in the
    cottage unless a Coleman cooking stove would do.  We got it going
    But would the Coleman
    consume all the oxygen and leave us to die?  We made it
    through the night OK.  The thought of a nice swim in the morning
    allowed us to put the negatives of cottage life aside.

    Well.  We were wrong.  The lake was not a lake really. Swamp would
    be a better term…It looked like
    a lake and I suppose far out from shore it became a lake.  But we
    never reached the open water.  The water weeds were as thick as
    a tropical forest.  And on the weeds were little slippery things called
    leeches.  And other squishy things that moved as we trod our 
    way out from shore.  Perfect hideout for snapping turtles we decided.
    What would happen if a bare foot appeared in front of a snapper’s mouth?

    I got my camera…waded out to Marjorie and got
    a good shot of the cottage we would never forget.