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  • EPISODE 82: Bees



    Begin forwarded message:


    From: ALAN SKEOCH <alan.skeoch@rogers.com>
    Subject: Bees
    Date: July 3, 2020 at 9:48:16 PM EDT
    To: Alan Skeoch <alan.skeoch@rogers.com>


    BEES AND  BEEKEEPING…AND THOSE  CLOUDS

    alan skeoch

    July 4, 2020

    There is a long trail winding…lifetime trail.

    I was  a  failure as  a beekeeper many years ago.  Decades ago, At the Parker Pettit farm sale I bought all
    his old bee hives and then proceeded to learn beekeeping.   The old hives were
    contaminated and my days as a beekeeper ended  when I had to set the hives  afire. 
    Sad. Guilty.  

    Today our son Andrew, now a big man, has taken up beekeeping thanks to the advice
    of Russ  Vanstone, my lifetime friend.   New hives, new bees, new place with shelter
    and fields of flowers at different stages.   

    Some say that certain skills ‘skip a generation’…i..e our children become more
    like our parents than like ourselves.   Certain truth there in this case.  Only in this
    case the skip went back two generations to his great grandfather, Edward  Freeman, 
    who could do  anything he set his mind to do.  Great wealth never fell his way
    but happiness did.  He was a contented man.

    These are going to be happy bees.  Just wait until you see where they are
    living.   And then lose yourself in those ‘Jone Mitchell’ Clouds.

    alan skeoch


































    “What a  great day for dreaming…;puts 

    me in mind that snippet from John Lennon’s

    song  Imagine.

    You may say I’m a dreamer
    But I’m not the only one
    I hope someday you’ll join us


















    CLOUDS NEVER GET IN MY WAY


    The Joni Mitchell lyrics to her song Clouds have a negative thrust 
    as  the song unfolds.  I prefer the first four lines….the angel hair, ice
    cream  castles, feather canyons.  I spend a lot of time looking at clouds
    and interpreting  the shapes on summer days.  I will always  look
    at clouds  that way. 

     “Alan, keep your eyes on the road and stop seeing
    things that are not there.”  
    “But they are there, Marjorie…look at those clouds…they speak to us
    of things that only our imagination can  let loose…like those three
    puppies at the dining room table over there in the sky.”
    “And the old man smoking a pipe.”
    “And the full bodied woman over there.”
    “And the house lost in a snowstorm.”
    “And the huge honey bee loaded with nectar and pollen on tis legs
    heading back to the hive.”

    “You are better than I am at seeing things that are not really
    anyplace other than your mind, Marjorie. “

    “Let’s just stop the car…pull off this empty road…
    and see what our minds  can see in this wonderful sky
    on this wonderful summer day.” 

    Rows and floes of angel hair
    And ice cream castles in the air
    And feather canyons everywhere
    I’ve looked at clouds that way









    Do you want something to do?

      Take a load  off your feet and  see what you can

    find in these clouds.










    alan skeoch

    July 4, 2020











    Sent from my iPhone


    July 4, 2020
  • EPISODE 80 CANADA DAY…IS CANADA A CREATION OF LUCK OR GOOD SENSE

    EPISODE 80:  CANADA DAY 2020: CREATED BY LUCK OR GOOD SENSE?




    HAPPY CANADA DAY

    We  are a lucky bunch…we Canadians.  Some would say that I think.   Just sampling conditions
    around  the world  in  this global Pandemic underscores our good fortune.  
    Even cocooned in isolation Marjorie and I feel positive.

    So here is a picture of our front yard.   All the work done by Marjorie except for the cobblestone
    walkway to the front door.   Remember  A.Y. Jackson’s Group of Seven painting titled ‘The Tangled Garden’?
    Well the play of light and shadow, of red and  white, of yellow and gold,  of shades of  green in our garden puts the  Jackson
    painting  in  my mind.

    When Marjorie showed me this photograph I did not recognize our own front yard   I had  taken
    it all for granted.   Taken for  granted…as we often take our country for granted.

    alan skeoch
    July 1, 2020

    P.S/  Now to get back to Ireland and the mine at Knockmahon…not nearly as cheerful.  coming Episode  81


    July 1, 2020
  • EPISODE 78 LIVES OF MINERS IN BUNMAHON IRELAND 1840 TO 1875

    EPISODE 78   LIVES OF MINERS IN BUNMAHON  IRELAND  1840 TO 1875


    alan skeoch
    June 29, 1960

    WORKING CONDITIONS




    This is a staged picture of  miners in the 1850’s…too well dressed…too well fed…in my opinion



    The only thing wrong with this picture is the light.  There was no light in the Knockmahoon  mine except for
    the stink of the Tallow candles…after a blast the miners could barely see 6 inches of light.   So imagine this
    picture with only a candle wedged into a bump in the rock.


    1)  AT 6 A.M.  a bell was rung and the men began to defend the shaft ladders.  Men would step off
    the ladders at various levels as the vein of Chalcopyrite  was vertical.   The deepest wa 800 feet
    where the passageway extended under the ocean.   There were around a minimum of  370 men
    on the ladders.  Perhaps many more   The total work force  is not accurate known.
    The  descent was done in complete darkness.

    2) Once at the level of their work  station the  six  man teams would pick their
    way through broken but non mineralized waste rock to the face of  the vein. where they
    would been punching holes using hammers and heavy sharpened  chisels.The punching
    would be done as circular as possible sine the hole must be packed with gunpowder then
    sealed with wet lay through which a blasting wick has  been forced.

    3) Only the weak light of candles helped the miner get ready to blast chunks
    of ore from the vein.  Not good candles.  Rather they were tallow candles that
    the miners had to buy from the company.   The candles had two purposes…light, and
    that was poor, and a test for oxygen.   If the candle would not light or kept  going out
    then there was cause for alarm because the oxygen had been  depleted and the
    miners could smother and  die without the candle warning.

    4)  Then there was the  steady drip…drip…dripping as  ground water found its way to
    the stopes and  passageways.  The sucking  noise of the water pumps was comforting
    because it meant the water level was  under control.  If  the two steam
    engines high above stopped then the deep  parts of the mine
    would soon fill with water.  And that water level  would  keep going higher and
    higher.  Miners could and did drown in these condition in mines around the world
    but not at Knockmahon fortunately.

    5) BLASTING: Gunpowder was stuffed in the  holes made by hammers and sharpened
    crowbars.  The miners paid the  mine  owners to sharpen the  crowbars.  Once filled, the 
    hole was sealed with clay through which a length of blasting
    chord had been inserted.  when the  fuses were  lit the crews  moved
    well back into the passageways. safe distance.   All the teams are setting their
    explosives around the same time.  Onc  fuse is lit soon followed
    by  multiple  “Cracks, Roars and Rumbles” as the high grade  ore is loosened
    from the face and tumbles to the floor,  “The smoke is so dense the miners cannot 
    see a single object more than six inches from the flame of his candle.”  “The smoke is
    inhaled  by himself and his comrades.”    

    In this dark and unholy place  the men gather the copper baring  ore and  manhandle  
    the chunks, often quite  large, to the main shaft where a lifting mechanism hauls
    it to the surface.   This  will occupy the teams for the next
    twelve hours until a signal is gven and the men retreat in the darkness to the ladders
    for the long climb out of the mine.  Young men first, Then those in their thirties and
    finally the old men in their forties.  The pay was good though…better than any other
    local occupation.

    Before leaving the mine head frame arrangements and  payments had
    to be made for the following  day.  Candles made  of animal fat would be
    needed no matter how foul they smelled.  And  Crowbars had to be sharpened and
    ready  for tomorrows shift.  Again payment had to be set
    aside.


    GOING ‘HOME’ AFTER 12 HOUR SHIFTS

    As the men gathered around the ladders changes in health became most evident.
    At the  ladders that men  begin to fail.  THE sick and the infirm had to confront these
    long wooden ladders.   In the dark a rung might be broken or the
    ladders may swing as the human procession makes the 45 minute climb to the open  air.
    This  was not easy even for the best of men.

    Then they have the slow trudge to their homes some of which
    are miles away in  the case of local people.   The newcomers…miners from Cornwall
    for instance, lived nearby in  the one roomed botthans or in two roomed cottages
    Many do not live in single family groups.  39 of the 70 bothers, for instance,  house
    two families.  Take a moment to imagine what that must be like…wives and Children…no
    privacy.  Religious leaders expressed concern about the morality ,.. rather  the immorality …that must
    ensue from the human pyramids.

    FROM WHISKY TO TEMPERANCE AT BUNMAHON



    Some  men…many men… did not go home directly.   Instead  they went directly to the pubs
    There were 21 of them, perhaps more than that even.  “MINERS are a drnken and
    improvident race,” cites Cowman from an observer of  miners social life.  One miner
    was heard to say that he regretted he was unable to spend all his money on alcohol.
    “The miners at Bunmahon,get great wages,” commented the Catholic courate of
    Tramore, “but they spend their money very much on liquor.”
    Payday consumption of whisky was estimated  at 300 gallons.    At lot of these
    miners from Bunmahon and surrounding villages were very drunk a
    lot of the time which played havoc with their family life.



    Alcohol  consumption among these minters in the early 1840’s was  out of control.   And then
    this  strange thing happened.  The Temperance movement reached the miners.   Now this was
    unusual since these miners  were largely illiterate and  many were rejected  by the large
    affluent society elsewhere in Ireland.   As one source stated, Bumahon was “a wretched”
    community … poverty stricken.   The copper mine changed things.   Money flowed.  And
    so did whisky …  for a while.


    Then came Temperance.   Some  Irish  had  a momentous change in their lives.
    One family, for instance, were so impoverished  by alcoholism that they had no
    furnishings. “Not even a pot to cook potatoes”/
    Temperane leaders changed this remarkably.  Foremost was  the Catholic church but 
    there were others among the secular community that believed earnestly that drink was
    the curse of society.  In Bunmahon it suddenly became unfashionable to drink.  Families
    were strengthened.  Pubs went bankrupt.  As mentioned there had been more that 21
    pubs in tiny Bunmahon.  This number dropped to one pub and several semi secret source
    of alcohol.  

    The advertisement below for GREAT COZA as a cure for alcohol consumption is
    fascinating.  I do not know what Great Coza was…perhaps you can fine out.  But the
    advertisement from London,  England, was just one of the efforts to turn people away
    from rampant alcohol consumption.  We are all familiar with the Gin Lane engraving
    done by William Hogarth  in the 18th century.  Similar condemnations of alcohol spread through
    the 19th century communities none I  might say  changed more dramatically than
    Bunmahon.  

    The Tee-Totalling Temperance Movement in 1840s Limerick
    Another advertisement promoted  coffee drinking as one way to stem the flow of alcohol.   Maybe that
    is what the Great Coza was.












    Theobald_MathewTheobald_Mathew_by_Edward_Daniel_Leahy

    Portrait of Theobald Mathew by Edward Daniel Leahy
    “In 1840 tea-totalling or temperance was high on the agenda in Irish society as new groups began to form to promote the abstaining way of life. Father Theobald Mathew, after whom Mathew Bridge was named during his life time was the tee-totalling reformer of the period. He was born in 1790 in Thomastown near Golden, Co. Tipperary and in 1814 he was ordained. As his brother-in-law William Dunbar operated a provisions store on Michael Street, Fr Mathew would often visit Limerick. Dunbar was involved in shipping large consignments from Limerick to Jamaica.
    On 10 April 1838 Fr Mathew founded the “Cork Total Abstinence Society”, which in less than nine months enrolled no fewer than 150,000 names. It rapidly spread to Limerick and elsewhere in the country and within a few years it spread internationally, the movement became known as the Total Abstinence Society or the Temperance Society. It was said that in Nenagh 20,000 persons took the pledge in one day. While 100,000 took it in Galway in two days, and 70,000 in Dublin in five days. At its height, in 1844, the movement had some 3 million pledges, or more than half of the adult population”




    The most cruel of events happened in Ireland at the same time that the Temperance movement was
    taking root.  What cruel event?   The 1846 Great Potatoe Famine.   One effect of the famine was
    the total disappearance of the 70 bothers (one room houses) in the community of Bunmahon.
    Where  did they go?  Many in Ireland died of starvation.   But through the whole period of the
    great Famine, the mines at Knockmahon and Tankardstown were in full operation.  A mystery
    yet to be explored.


    alan skeoch
    June 2020

    END EPISODE 78
    June 30, 2020
  • EPISODE 77 SEARCHING FOR A FIELD OF STAWBERRIES, JUNE28, 2020

    WHERE ARE THE STRAWBERRIES?


    “THIS is a story I suppose.  Sunday morning June 28th 2020, and
    Marjorie was determined to find a stRawberry field north west of
    Toronto.  She succeeded.   

    The trip was as sweet as the strawberries.

    alan skeoch’
    end June 2020






    June 28, 2020
  • EPISODE 76 LIFE AS AN IRISH COPPER MINER IN BUNMAHON, COUNTY WATERFORD

    Note:  Here is  part of the flesh and blood history of  Bunmahon and Knockmahon.
    We are lucky to have  first person descriptions…fragmentary, earthy, nasty, quite wonderful.
    No tome to do this  all in one run thought..so here is  Episode 76

    alan




    EPISODE  76   LIFE AS AN IRISH COPPER MINER IN BUNMAHON, COUNTY WATERFORD  1840 TO 1876


    THE INVISIBLE  PEOPLE





    alan skeoch
    June 2020


    It is hard to visualize the life of an Irish copper miner at Knockmahon minion the 19th century.
    The image that is  locked in my mind is the darkness…absolute darkness as the hundreds  of
    miners  descended on wooden ladder deep into the bowles of Knockmahon.  And  then when
    they reached their various levels some of them proceeded southward in passageways  excavated
    under the sea.   In the dark.   With the steady trickling of sea water drip..drip..dripping.  Suction
    pumps driven by two steam engines far above the men tried to keep ahead of the water but
    the miners must have known that a collapse of the ceiling would mean certain death.  

    Today, in 2020, those ancient workings are preserved intact by the very water that 
    threatened those miners.   The darkness remains absolute.


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    Today, tourists can  go underground at Knockmahon…the upper workings.   Today Bunmahon is alive but not  like it was in the 19th cetury It will never
    be a copper mining community again.  Which, I must say, is a good thing.   You can go  to Bunmahon and really  imagine
    what copper mining must have been like in those years between 1840 and 1875.   And I hear the Bunmahon pub has
    reopened so you can get a pint of Guinness which you would have had difficulty getting in the 1860’s.




    An Irish  historian, Des Cowman, has scrupulously researched life in these copper mines
    His book encapsulates the lives  of these men and women of the Bujmhahon 19th century
    community.

    I was rather surprised in 1960 to find that not one of our employees more anyone else
    in Bunmahon seemed to have much knowledge about these miners.  They just evaporated
    into thin air.  In reality the miners moved on…overwhelmingly they moved to the copper
    mines of North America.

    Below are snippets from the historical records unearthed by Des  Cowman.  
    I will make a comment but I will try to present first hand evidence.  It may seem a
    bit chaotic but remember it is scraps like these that historians tell their tales.

    THE SETTING

    “A considerable stream of dirty water…very foul smell…flows down  the Bonmahon hill
    towards the shanty town…sand  from the dunes blown into the gutters choking them so
    the sewage accumulates in  ponds and becomes stagnant…most cffensiveanddangeorus
    to the health.  Indeed, almost  the entire population of this  slum disappeared with the famine.”

    Here stood 90 one-roomed bothans scattered along the road from Knockmahon…700 people…
    39 of these bothans housed more than one family.

    THE MINERS

    I doubt there are any pictures of the real copper miners of Bunmahon.  Photography
    was rather experimental at the time.   Why bother taking pictures of the lower class
    when the upper class were so willing?   

    But we can find  pictures that are darn close to the reality of Bunmahon…the depravity
    will be missing.   The strange things about most of these miners was their sobriety.
    The Temperance Movement was a big success in Bunmahon.  Not at first when 200
    gallons of whisky was consumed on paydays.  But early in the history of the community
    whisky consumpition dropped to a  gallon or two.  And the pubs dropped from 21 to 1.

    They built a Temperance Hall for $1,000 which  became and is  still the Catholic
    Church in the old village of Knockmahon on the east bank of the Mahon River and
    close to what was  once the heart of the copper mine.  Poor people,  yes.  For sure.




    The miners exhibit the unmistakeable signs  of  debilited constitutions.   Their faces are sallow, they
    have an anxious expression in countenance and their bodies are thin.  (1860’s British report on
    Cornish Miners many of  whom migrated to Knockmahon and Bunmahon.)

    “At he border of middle age, or soon after, their health begins to fail, … they rapidly acqwjuire the feebleness
    of declining years — A person of fifty is old for a  miner.”   (1860’s report to Br. parliament)

    “debilitated constitutions”  but not as bad as coal and lead miners. No methane to contend  with for instance.

    In1845 Knockmahon was 800 feet below the surface with about 70 work stations at various levels.  Work
    was done by six man crews who aced as  independent subcontractors with the company.  They agreed
    to raise so many tons of ore at a fixed price with a bonus for overage.  One month agreements…a kind
    of  auction of the ore-faces.  Winners got the good  ore faces. Competed with each  other in other words.

    Other six man teams  hollowed  out shafts, braced the walls…again by agreement  to excavate so
    much rock for a fixed price.   

    This  system kept the miners and shaft diggers competing with each other.  Not as employees of
    the company.

    THE DAILY ROUTINE

    COMING NEXT….REALLY ALL PART OF EPISODE 76


    June 28, 2020
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