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  • EPISODE 913 Part 3: 1959: ON TO BARREN LANDS OF ALASKA IN SEARCH OF COPPER SUMMER 1959 ALAN SKEOCH

    NOTE;  So many things happened so fast in sumer of 1959 that it was a blur….Alaska in 1959.  I have tried seversl times to
    write in such a way as to hold the story together.  Very difficult.  Like the spinning images of a slot machine…all dissimilar.
    I was 20 yers old…on edge of manhood but not there yet.  Growing up fast.

    EPISODE 913     PART 3::   ON TO BARREN LANDS OF ALASKA  IN SEARCH OF COPPER     SUMMER 1959 ALAN SKEOCH

    alan skeoch
    Dec. 4, 2923


    DON VANEVERY, IAN RUTHERFORD, MIKE CHINERY….stopover at Saskatoon airport…centrast with the airport at Dillnghm, Alaska which was a shack



    MIKE CHINNERY, ALAN SKEOCH, IAN RUTHERFORD, DON VANEVERY at the airport in Dillingham, Alasaka



    ALEUT fishing base near Dilllingham.  Notice salmon drying in open air helped to dry by

    a thousand  flies of all kinds many of which liked to feast on human blood as we discovered.


    ALASKA BOUND- IMMEDIATE DEPARTURE – “DO NOT TALK!”

    “Don Vanevery, Ian Rutherford, Mike Chinnery ,  you, Alan, will be flyling to Alaska immediately,…
    Get packed…
    .one rucsack for the summer.   Bill Morrison will meet you in Anchrage and join you in flight to Dillinghan…South West Alaska, near 
    the Aleutian Chain.  Bill knows how to run  the Turam .. .  He wil instruct you.  We have American visas and work permits for each of you.  Best you keep your
    mouths shut until you are familiar with the Tram system of magnetic mineral detection.
    “Leaving when?”
    “Tomorrow.  You will be living in a tent camp with a 25 man drilling crew.  Secret location. 
     The Humble Oil people from Texas insists you 
    carry 30.06 rifles in case of trouble with kodiak beers.  Big calibre rifles.  
    Another surprise…”there will be two S52. Sikorsky helicopters, to lift you from one site to another.  Our contract covers  a lot of ground.  Tundra…treeless.”

    The day after or last exam we were airborne to Sskatoon
     via Air Canada then a connecting flight with Northwest 
    Orient Airline to Ancorage then a propellor driven Fokker F27 to the tiny Aleut aboriginal  community of Dilllingham 
    which sat on the edge go the Bering Sea 100 or so miles from Russian hostile shores.

    How do Communicate the adventures this job entailed?  Pure adventure…true no fiction.   perhaps stress of 
    conciseness…

    TO FOLLOW the spoor, the Con trail, of the B52 Nuclear bomber that overflew our house each day in 1959.  So high as to be
    barely visible.  Unannounced.  Lethal if angered.  Heding North west perps to Minot, North 
    dakota or possibly to Anchorsge like would.




    TO KNOW that nuclear anihilation wa a possiibility if the Cold War became a Hot War.  In 1934, long long ago, the general in charge of the fledgling
    USAir Force said “the nation that controls Alaska controls the world”…an 8 hour flight range to most of word’s populations.

    TO KNOW that our Northwest Orient plane was heading to Elmendorf air base where some of the 102 B52 Superfortresses were based.





    TO SEE the vally of 10,000 smokes where the molten guts of planet earth are exposed….Part of the Ring of Fire that circles the Pacific Ocean.


    TO LAND in ‘Dillingham on the edge of the Berng Sea about 100 miles from Russian missile bases.
    …a gravel lamding strip.  picture of Fker F27 prop driven.






    TO WALK where once so long ago the hairy mammoths munched their way across the 
    bering lsnd bridge to north ameerics followed by Asian people in fits snd start.

    TO THINK that another ice age could reopen that land bridge….the reverse of current climate change,

    TO BE AWARE that this job in SW Alaskan not far from te Aleution Chain of Islands largely empty,  
    stepping stones used by Japanese troops in World war II as a feint to draw US forces away from the
    real goal of the Malayan rubber plantations.

    Thee ALEUT people were super friendly.  I expected to meet many of these native
    people but never met any others which seemed strange to me.  Our base camp in the vast tundra
    was never visited by anyone.  We were strangers in s strange and empty land.


    TO PAUSE a moment to help an aged Aleut to his feet and realize it was  not age that toppled him but alcohol

    TO KNOW that this vast open highland of tundra was cut by deep river valleys where Atlantic Sallmon made their deadly
    pilgrimage to the headwaters of these virgin streams to ly their eggs for future generations. 

    and then die….their bodies feeding Kodiak bears.


    TO HAVE all these thoughts tumbling in my mind Like the rolling wheels of a slot machine.   Like lemons, oranges

    and bananas…all different and tumbling in my mind.


    TO STAND resplendid in my University of Toronto crested jacket knowing full well I was not even  a student yet.. A fake.


    FROIM DILLINGHAM TO OUR SEMI SECRET HOMEBASE



    TO BOARD the two Sikorsky S52 helicopters whose throaty ‘Varrom, Varoom’  eclipsed the’ slap slap’ semi silence of an
    Aleut fising fsmily hanging split corpses of almond ring racks beside the sea.

    TO LIFT off and ascend 2,000 feet with all our gear endangered by the button that allowed the pilot to drop
    the load hanging in a net below us. “We had to drop a drilling rig one time,  sudden down draft, It fell like a giant spear.  We never went
    down to see it impaled  in the tundra..  A stiletto gravestone.

    TO KNOW there is no button  that could drop us.  If the S52 goes down , we all go together.  No parachute in a helicopter.
    er.
    This is my partner Bill Morrison sitting on the helicopter floor with his feet in open air at 2000 feet up.  


    TO SIT on the copters’ floor with feet extended through the open in the sure and certain knowledge of our immortality.

    TO HOVERt then set softly down.  A neat two rows of tents …  specially darkened canvas  to 
    simulate nightfall in the land the Minot Sun. our new home.  Remote, isolated, secret.


    We arrived in our camp in mid June…lots of snow in river valley was used as a refrigersterfor our moose meat diet which I hated to eat.
    Our camp is that patch of brown.  thirty of us…25 americsndrillers, 5 Canadians to spot drill sites…a vast and semi-secret ore body benesth the tundra.




    Midnight and all asleep.  We had to build a wood sidewalk as the tundra ben  to thaw out from foot traffic.
    Garbage set out in garbage pail.    The garbage truck never came (a joke)


    END  Part 3  — SUMMER 1959 ALASKAN ADVENTURE BEGINS

    NEST
    PART 4:  SUMMER 1959  ALAKAN ADVENTUE CONTINUED

    POST SCRIPT


    ELMENDORF AIR BASE ANCHORAGE ALASKA  – STRATEGIC AIR COMMAND

    (WIKIPEDIA)  Following World War II, Elmendorf assumed an increasing role in the defense of North America as the uncertain wartime relations between the United States and the Soviet Union deteriorated into the Cold War. The Eleventh Air Force was redesignated as the Alaskan Air Command (AAC) on 18 December 1945. The Alaskan Command, established 1 January 1947, also headquartered at Elmendorf, was a unified command under the Joint Chiefs of Staff based on lessons learned during World War II when a lack of unity of command hampered operations to drive the Japanese from the western Aleutian Islands of Attu and Kiska.

    The uncertain world situation in late 1940s and early 1950s caused a major buildup of air defense forces in Alaska. The propeller-driven P-51s were replaced with F-80 jets, which in turn were replaced in succession by F-94s, F-89s, and F-102s interceptor aircraft for defense of North America. The Air Force built an extensive aircraft control and warning radar system with sites located throughout Alaska’s interior and coastal regions. Additionally, the USAF of necessity built the White Alice Communications System (with numerous support facilities around the state) to provide reliable communications to these far-flung, isolated, and often rugged locales. The Alaskan NORAD Regional Operations Control Center (ROCC) at Elmendorf served as the nerve center for all air defense operations in Alaska.

    The U.S. Air Force Security Service (USAFSS) activated the 6981st Security Group tasked with monitoring, collecting and interpreting signals intelligenceof concern to the region, including installation of an AN/FLR-9 antenna array as part of a worldwide network known collectively as “Iron Horse”.

    Air defense forces reached their zenith in 1957 with almost 200 fighter aircraft assigned to six fighter interceptor squadrons located at Elmendorf AFB and Ladd AFB. Eighteen aircraft control and warning radar sites controlled their operations. Elmendorf earned the motto “Top Cover for North America”. AAC adopted the motto as its own in 1969.

    THE BOEING B52 NUCLEAR  ARMED HEAVY BOMBERS



    B52’s first came off assembly line in 1955.  By 1962 there were 104 B52’s flying.
    During the Cold War there were always some B52’s in the skies each armed with nuclear weapons.  The B52 was expectedto have a lifetime of 20 years.  Today 76 of the original 104 remain
    in service. constantly upgraded.  In he 1959 we could look up in the sky each afternoon and see the con trail of a B52 en route to Minot , North Dakota.  perhaps even continuing north west 
    to Elmendorf Strategic Air Command base near Anchorafe, Alaska. 

    When we landed at Ancorage in June 1959, I do not remember seeing B52 on the ground.

    In seven years or so, if everything goes according to plan, the U.S. Air Force should get what looks like a new bomber. A Boeing B-52 with new engines, new radios, new jammers, a new radar and fresh structural components. Even its profile might be new if the Air Force opts to remove redundant sensor pods.

    The youngest B-52 left Boeing’s Wichita factory in 1962, meaning the 76 B-52Hs that remain in service are, technically, at least 59 years old. They’ll be at least 66 years old in 2028, the year Boeing and engine-maker Rolls-Royce plan to redeliver the first bomber with new F130 engines replacing the 1960s-vintage TF33s.

    The Air Force finally announced the long-expected engine contract last week. Once the F130s are underwing, very little of a B-52 will be in i


    Strategic Air Command (SAC) was a United States Department of Defense Specified Command and a United States Air Force (USAF) Major Command responsible for command and control of the strategic bomber and intercontinental ballistic missile components of the United States military’s strategic nuclear forces from 1946 to 1992. SAC was also responsible for the operation of strategic reconnaissance aircraft and airborne command post aircraft as well as most of the USAF’s aerial refueling fleet, including aircraft from the Air Force Reserve (AFRES) and Air National Guard(ANG).

  • EPISODE 921 : PRT 2 ONE OF THE BEST YEAR IN MY LIFE 1958 – 1959


    EPISODE 921 :  PRT 2   BEST YEAR IN MY LIFE   1958 – 1959  

    alan skeoch
    DEC 1, 2023


    nov. 27,023



    ROMANCE

    I Have always liked girls.  They looked better, smelled better, behaved better, worked harder,

    .   The 1950’s were dancing years.  Some of it quite frantic such as Bill Haley and the Comets version of 
    Rock Around the Clock which

       Norm Semra and his band on stage to promote the school yearbook which was in trouble.  . 
    There was no HCI yearbook for 1958=59.  So this is a fragment of events that year.

    NOTE: CUT A LOT OUT HERE


    LIPS THAT TOUCH LIQUOR WILL NVER TOUCH MINE

    MR. HAISTE, our science teacher,

    “Class. pay close attention, what I am about to demonstrate is worth remembering.”  And he held a small empty plastic dish.
    “Now I will break this egg into the egg into the dish…
    “Next I will pour this alcohol over the dish contents…
    “You will note the egg immediately coagulated…turned gelatinous…rubbery….””
    “That is what happens to your brain when you drink alcohol…your brain is
    coagulated…
    “the effect is non reversible.’

    WOW!  Did that ever scare me. Convinced me to never drink alcohol.
    And for a year or two I tried to scare my friends… I became insufferable…a zealot.  


    MR,WISNER AND FOSSILS I FOUND NEAR COCHRANE

    I gave Mr Wisner a pile o fossilize corals that the excavatora scooped up in swamp.
    Proof of plate tectonics.  Millionsof yearsago /Cochrane must have been on
    the equator.   Cochrane now is  nearer to the Arcitic Circle.   Mr. Wisner seems impressed and added my fossils to
    his collection.  I should have kept a couple.

    Most of Ontario’s fossil record is found in the Paleozoic rocks that cover much of southern Ontario and the James Bay Lowlands. These rocks were deposited during the Ordovician, Silurian, and Devonian periods (450-350 million years ago) when Ontario was repeatedly covered by warm, shallow inland seas. The seas were fed by rivers draining from the bordering highlands of the Canadian Shield and acted as settling basins for thousands of meters of sand, mud, and clay. Eastern and northern boundaries of Paleozoic outcrop run roughly through the southern borders of Muskoka and Haliburton just east of Kingston (where Ordovician rocks lap onto Precambrian rocks). Ordovician rocks here abound with fossil snails, clams, squid-like nautiloids, trilobites, starfish, and sea lilies.

    DANCING THE  SCHOOL YEAR 1958 – 1959

    Second only to football was dancing..  The 1950’s were great dining years as Rok snd roll eclipsed the big band music of the 1940’s
    The lyics were something to behold

    “Skinny Minnie’s not skinny
    she’s tall that’s all…”

    and

    “Long tall Sally’s got a lot on the ball
    Nobody cres if she’s long and tall.”


    I do not remember who wrote those memorable lyrics.  would he or she rank with Woodsworth or T.S, Eliot?  Perhaps.
    We danced our school years away.  For $25 we hired Gord Sta[ple sand the Swing Kings    Big 
    band sounds of Glen Miller.   And then got Norm Semra and his rock and Roll buddies .

    NoTE: Major edit here.  Cut out all the dating  and broken hearts…that part seemed important but was silly.
    Lots of relationships that fizzled.  

    BREAKING UP IS HARD TO DO

    To do do, down dooby doo down down
    Comma comma, down dooby doo down down
    Comma comma, down dooby doo down down
    Breaking up is hard to do

    [Verse 1]
    Don’t take your love away from me!
    Don’t you leave my heart in misery?
    If you go, then I’ll be blue!
    ‘Cuz breaking up is hard to do

    [Verse 2]
    Remember when you held me tight
    And you kissed me all through the night
    Think of all that we’ve been through
    And breaking up is hard to do
    (Neal Sadaka)


    I noticed Marjorie nosing though her old photo album and pulling out pics of her many boyfriends.
    Some were semi-serious business like John who asked her to marry him and Larry Keiler from Ohio who
    she liked when his family spent  summers fishing in Northern OntARIO lakes,  He was a real contender.  Distance
    kept them apartt thankfully,

    So the topic  is DANCING RATHER THAN ROMANCING

    BILL HALEY AND ELVIS PRESSLEY…AND LYRICS THAT NWD MUSIC TO BE UNDERSTOOD


    Top 25 Songs 1955 – 1959
    1. Don’t Be Cruel/ Hound Dog – Elvis Presley
    2. Singing The Blues – Guy Mitchell
    3. Mack The Knife – Bobby Darin
    4. All Shock Up – Elvis Presley
    5. Rock Around The Clock – Bill Haley & His Comets
    6. The Wayward Wind – Gogi Grant
    7. Sixteen Tons – “Tennesse” Ernie Ford
    8. Heartbreak Hotel – Elvis Presley
    9. Love Letters In The Sand – Pat Boone
    10. Jailhouse Rock – Elvis Presley
    11. (Let Me Be Your) Teddy Bear – Elvis Presley
    12. At The Hop – Danny & The Juniors
    13. Love Is A Many – Splendored Thing – Four Aces
    14. Rock And Roll Waltz – Kay Starr
    15. The Poor People of Paris- Les Baxter
    16. The Yellow Rose Of Texas – Mitch Miller
    17. Memories Are Made Of This – Dean Martin
    18. April Love – Pat Boone
    19. The Battle of New Orleans – Johnny Horton
    20. Young Love – Tab Hunter
    21. It’s All In The Game – Tommy Edwards
    22. The Purple People Eater – Sheb Wooley
    23. Tammy – Debbie Reynolds
    24. Love Me Tender – Elvis Presley
    #25. My Prayer- The Platters

    that is the top 25 pop hits 1955 to 1959.   Know them all .  I am other surprised that “Skinny Minnie”
    and “Long Tell Sally” are not here.   But I’m glad see Elvis Pressley’s many top hits… the best of which was Hound dog.

    HEARTBREAK HOTEL

    Oh since my baby left me I’ve found new place to dwell
    Down at the end on lonely street at heartbreak hotel  I get so lonely baby I get so lonely baby I get so lonely I could die  Although it's always crowded you can still find some room  For broken hearted lovers to cry away the gloom  I get so lonely baby I get so lonely baby I get so lonely I could die    Well the bellhop's tears keep flowing the desk clerk's dressed in black  They've been so long on lonely street they'll never never never get back  I get so lonely baby I get so lonely baby I get so lonely I could die  So if your baby leaves you, you got a tale to tell  Just take a walk down lonely street to heartbreak hotel  I get so lonely baby I get so lonely baby I get so lonely I could die    Oh since my baby left me I've found new place to dwell  Down at the end on lonely street at heartbreak hotel  I get so lonely baby I get so lonely baby I get so lonely I could die  I get so lonely I could die

    JAILHOUSE ROCK

    The warden threw a party in the county jail
    The prison band was there and they began to wail
    The band was jumpin’ and the joint began to swing
    You should’ve heard them knocked out jailbirds sing
    Let’s rock, everybody, let’s rock
    Everybody in the whole cell block
    Was dancin’ to the Jailhouse Rock
    Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone
    Little Joe was blowin’ on the slide trombone
    The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang
    The whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang
    Let’s rock, everybody, let’s rock
    Everybody in the whole cell block
    Was dancin’ to the Jailhouse Rock

    Number forty-seven said to number three
    “You’re the cutest jailbird I ever did see”
    “I sure would be delighted with your company”
    “Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me”
    Let’s rock, everybody, let’s rock.
    Everybody in the whole cell block
    Was dancin’ to the Jailhouse Rock.

    HOUND DIG



    Not all music was so frantic.   There was always room for a few cheek to cheek dances.
    real romantic stuff like “My Prayer” by the Platters.

    MY PRAYER

    When the twilight is gone
    And no songbirds are singing
    When the twilight is gone
    You come into my heart
    And here in my heart you will stay
    While I pray

    [Verse 1]
    My prayer
    Is to linger with you
    At the end of the day
    In a dream that’s divine

    [Verse 2]
    My prayer
    Is a rapture in blue
    With the world far away
    And your lips close to mine


    SOME ENCHANTED EVENING

    Some enchanted evening, you may see a stranger
    You may see a stranger across a crowded room
    An’ somehow you know, you know even then
    That somewhere you’ll see her again and again!

    Some enchanted evening, someone may be laughing
    You may hear her laughing across a crowded room
    An’ night after night as strange as it seems
    The sound of her laughter will sing in your dreams!

    Who can explain it, who can tell you why
    Fools give you reasons, wise men never try!

    Some enchanted evening, when you find your true love
    When you hear her call you across a crowded room
    Then fly to her side and make her your own
    Or all thru your life you may dream all alone!

    Once you have found her
    Never let her go!

    BLUE SUEDE SHOES


    I know the lyrics sound goofy.  Most readers will never understand
    these songs.  Too bad.   You had to be there.  To skip school to 
    see and hear Billl Haley.  Had to see Elvis wiggle his hips. 


    END PART TWO  1958-1959


    PART 3  ALASKAN KODIAK BEARS AND MINING EXPLORATION

    PART 4  MARJORIE HUGHES

    POST SCRIPT

    “Skinny Minnie” is a 1958 song co-written and recorded by Bill Haley and his Comets. The song was released as a Decca single which became a Top 40 chart hit in the U.S.

    Background

    “Skinny Minnie” was composed by Bill Haley with Milt Gabler, Rusty Keefer, and Catherine Cafra. The song was released as a Decca single, 9-30592, backed with “Sway With Me”, reaching no. 22 on the Billboard chart and no. 25 on the Cash Box chart.[1] The song was featured on the 1958 Decca album Bill Haley’s Chicks.[2] The song became a rock and roll standard which was covered by scores of bands and singers.

    “Long Tall Sally“, also known as “Long Tall Sally (The Thing)“,[1][2] is a rock and roll song written by Robert “Bumps” Blackwell, Enotris Johnson, and Little Richard. Richard recorded it for Specialty Records, which released it as a single in March 1956, backed with “Slippin’ and Slidin’“.

    The single reached number one on the Billboard rhythm and blues chart, staying at the top for six of 19 weeks,[3] while peaking at number six on the pop chart. It received the Cash Box Triple Crown Award in 1956. The song as sung by Little Richard is listed at number 55 on Rolling Stone‘s list of The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.[4] It also ranked at number 45 on Billboard‘s year-end singles of 1956.[5]

    It became one of the singer’s best-known hits and has become a rock and roll standard covered by hundreds of artists,[6] including Elvis Presley, Fleetwood Mac, the Kinks and the Beatles.

    In 1999, the 1956 Little Richard recording of “Long Tall Sally” on Specialty Records was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame.[7]




















  • EPISODE 920 SCHOOL YEAR 1958-1959 ONE OF BEST YEARS OF MY LFE: PART 1

      EPISODE 920     SCHOOL YEAR 1958-1959    ONE OF BEST YEARS OF MY LFE: PART 1          


    alan skeoch’Nov25, 2023


    Alan Skeoch and Grant Weber  – Toronto Daily Star @ Oakwood field


    OVERWHELMING AND PERHAPS UNDESERVED

    I never expected to be so warmly greeted by the football community in the fall of 1958 when  returning to Humberside
    for second stab st Grade 13.   What an exhilarating feeling to be welcomed and wanted. Russ Vanstone, Gary Logan and
    others were also welcomed.  But I got the biggest load of glory.   So much so that it is hard to put what happened on paper.

    I am caught on the horns of dilemma.  To write about my awards and honours is to be vain, yet not to write about them
    is to be unappreciative.   

    So here goes a fast description to show my appreciation of those who’ nominated or voted for me.
    Captain of the 1958 HCI  senior football team, winner of the Wildman Trophy* (see note*), selected forCity of Toronto All star
    football teams by Toronto Daily Star and Toronto Telegram, selected Head Boy for 1958-59 at HCI, elected President of
    the BAA.  

     Contrast these awards with the depression I felt in the previous year with my broken hand.  

    1958-1959 was a grand year for me.  Please excuse my inflated ego for a moment…my 15 minutes of fame.

    Now let me flash back to my meeting with Mr. Couke…the suspension.  I Decided to buckle down academically
    To prepare for the Departmental Exams but to go beyond that.  I Bought a scribbler and plotted my free time in half hour intervals
    and began a personal reading plan.  I decided to read as many great authors as I could…Charles Dickens, Jules Veerne, John Steinbeck even
    Dwight Eisenhaur.   The psychiatrist Eric Fromm caught my eye and his book The Sane Society made me think about
    socialism much to the disgust of Russ Vanstone and the amusement of Jim Romaniuk, my two best friends.  Jim had made the cut
    the previous year but remained a close friend until his early death.

    FOOTBALL…always  present
    SPOTTING WITH TED PUCCINI AND VIC HOSZKO…NOT A GOOD IDEA
    (I am not sure if Ted and Vic were my associates…memory says they were)

    “Alan, you have a couple of spares, come with us to spot the Central Tech team.”
    “Spotting?”
    “Yeah…we’ll see who carries the ball mostly…note their best plays…see if they
    have a double reverse like Burf is secretly planning.”
    “Is spotting legal?”
    “Who gives a damn…join us…Burf will be pleased…”
    “Spying?”
    “Yeah.”

    Somehow our VP got wind as to what we had done.  Mr.. Couke was a man with high principles.
    Spotting was unfair.  Skipping school to spot was worse.  Vic, Ted and I were not as highly
    principled.

    “Would Puccini, Hoszko snd Skeoch report to Mr. Couke,”  came over the PA with the morning announcements
    We gathered there and Mr. Couke saw each of us individually.  Ted and Vic were each suspended 
    for the week.  My turn was next.  I was scared to death but not for the reason most would think..

    Mr. Couke looked at me and said  “Alan, I have to treat everyone equally…”
    “Yes sir  Mr. Couke can I shake your hand?”
    “Alan, you will be suspended for the week.”
    “Thank you , sir…thank you.”
    (Nothing could be worse than favouritism . If I had got off as a first offense then any respect people had
    for me would be lost.   I wanted to be penalized.  My respect for Mr. Couke lit up like the North Star.)

    Something snapped in my head during that suspension.   Was I going to spend this year fooling around?
    Wasting my time,  Or  was there another path?  Could I make every moment useful.  Be a  better person?
    Where was I going with my life?   I was not sure where but I did know the direction.  University.  If I could make it.
    So I took a few steps in a better direction,

    First I spoke to Crooky,  
    “Mr. Cruikshank would you allow me to write the Grade13 history exam?  Working on my own,  Outside of 
    the class.  I know teachers are judged by their success with students.  I will not let you down.”  Crooky
    agreed.  I would self study.

    Next I asked Mrs. Charlesworth the same thing.  She agreed well aware my self study plan could be a
    disaster.

    Next I bought a  notebook on which I planned a whole year of self study, 
     I broke all my free  time into half hour  blocks and assigned myself s certain task for each half hour.   If I did the
    task then I drew a yellow line through the entry.  I became a spare time bookworm 


    TOSSING AROUND BIG IDEAS

    Paperback The Sane Society Book


    BRIGHT IDEA OR A LOAD OF CRAP
    (Russ Vanstone and Alan Skeoch in discussion — Fall season 1958)

    “Russ, what do you think of the graduated income tax?”
    “Think it’s a load of crap.  Why shouldI I pay more tax if I work harder than my neighbour.:”?
    “Erich Fromm would  make the rich pay higher taxes than the poor.”
    “Sounds like crap to me, Alan”
    “Try this side on for size.  Fromm thinks we should all have the same salary. Exactly the same…let’s say $100 a week would be paid to
    bricklayers, doctors, lawyers, nurses, store clerks, garbage collectors, teachers, ..;everybody.”
    “Sounds goofy…off fthe wall, Alan…wacko.”
    “Fromm figures most of us are unhappy because we are not doing what we enjoy in life.”
    “Crap!”
    “Makes some sense to me.  Most people pick a job because of the money.   What is the wage….what’s 
    in it for me?”
    “Now that makes sense.”
    “Just suppose money did not matter….everybody gets the same wage. Then what job would attract you?”
    “You are getting more wacko by the minute, Alan….got a screw loose somewhere in your head.”
    “What would  you really want to do? I know your choice even if you do not.”
    “Keep me out of this.”
    “No, Russs , you already told me what you loved doing.  You loved that farm your dad owned out in 
    Manitoba…the tractors …the people.”
    “I told you it was flat as piss on a plate…nothing more.”
    “Not true Russ.  You loved that farm. Fromm says if we delete money as a motive for work, we will find jobs that make us happy”
    “My dad would call you a Commie.”
    “I am nothing.  Give the idea a chance.”
    “You mean find a job I love.”
    “Yes.  Russ you are  natural farmer.”
    “And what are you, Alan?”
    “I don’t really know…maybe a teacher..”
    “Do you really believe that crap?”
    “I would make an exception.   Doctors should be paid more.  I don’t want some prick
    with a knife carving me up because he loves doing it?”
    “Let’s get a hamberger and coke.”
    “From a waitress who loves her job?”
    “Right.   No joke.  There are people who love to cook and serve food.   Right now
    they are at the bottom of the economic pyramid.”
    “Give her a big tip Alan,”
    “I can’t do that.  I have no extra money.”
    “Case closed.”




    Meanwhile other things happened…

    FOOTBALL EVENTS

    Here are  several events associated with football that year.  

    “JARRING” JACK OSMOND

    Jarring Jack Osmond brought his violin case to the Red Feather night game at Exhibition 
    stadium.  Violin case?   Jarring jack was not in the orchestra.   Why the violin casy would he bring a violin to an alll city footballl game?

    “Jack, why the violin case?”
    “Want a beer, Alan?”
    “I don’t drink beer, jack.”
    “Tough luck.”

    Jack had a six pack of Mosons Export beer tucked neatly in the violin case.
    He was nabbed quickly and then suspended from Humberside C..I. for a
    few days.   To us he became a kind of folk hero.   A gregarious chap who meant
    no great harm to anyone;  Took his suspension in his stride.  a folk hero.

    WRONG WAY CUSH

    About the same time Wrong Way Cush became famous and got the nick name
    of “Wrong Way” because he intercepted a pass from the enemy quarterback
    and proceeded to run with the ball for a possible touchdown,   Only trouble was that
    he ran the wrong way.   He was about to score a touchdown against his own team…
    our team.   As he ran by our team bench we were all lined along the
    field white chalk line margin yelling “Wrong Way! WRONG WAY CUSH!

    “Hey there Cush,…why did you run the wrong way?”
    “I got confused….got turned around,,,,did not ex[pect  to catch the ball really
    but once caught I knew I had to do something.”
    “Some of our guys weere trying to knock you down…didn’t you notice?”
    “Yes I noticed.  Wondered why they would want to knock me down…I was on
    their team.  I thought they were confused.”
    “How come you stopped?”
    “Passing our bench someone called me an ‘asshole’ while the rest of
    you were yelling “Wrong Way Cush.”
    and that was how Wrong Way Cush got his name.

    GRANT WEBER’S STOMACH…BONG!

    (fond memory of Caroline Laughlin, Nov 22, 2023)

    “Grant Weber’s stomach sounded like a big bass drum”
    “Stomach?”
    “He blocked a kick with his stomach.”
    “How would you know?’
    “Heard the drum sound way across the field where the fans stood,”
    “That was more than 50 years ago…are you sure?”
    “Yes…some fans wondered why Grant would do that.”
    “I wondered as well”


    END PART 1   SCHOOL YEAR 1958-1959

    NEXT EPISODE: PART 2
    Romance, yearbook fiasco, coagulation, HERMES error In school assembly, Alaska, MARJORIE

  • EPISODE 919 FAILURE IN MY LIFE… 1957=1958 EMBARASSING

    EPISODE 919       FAILURE IN MY LIFE…  1957=1958   EMBARASSING


    alan skeoch
    Nov.  25, 2023

    LOOKING BACK — NOT ALWAYS A SMOOTh ROAD

    Note: Grade 9 — 1953
    “Alan, choose one option…music, art or typing.”
    “Typing.”
    “Why?
    “I am left handed.”

    Sketch done by Kate McCartney…Alan  Skeoch….Did he deserve to fail?  


    SEPTEMBER  1957-1958 SCHOOL YEAR

    I knew I was in trouble , I could not write or make notes due to
    the cast covering my left hand.  And almost immediately my schoolwork began  a slow  l decline. I did not
    want anyone to know.  Denial . both coaches ….Mr Griffiths and Mr Burford…asked if the cast  impeded my Grade13 studies.

    “Alan, is that injury to your hand affecting your school work””]
    “No.  Not at all.  Everyting is fine.”

    But that was a big lie….a delusion.  Each school day in 1958  I slipped further down.
    Yet I did not want to face up to my problem.  It was a terrible school year which culminated in my Grade 13 Departmental exams.
    These final exams were meant to identify the best students in Ontario High  Schools and then funnel them into
    the universities.   I would not be among them.

    A lot of students failed to make the cut.   I deluded myself into the belief I could do OK…not stellar but OK.
    But I was riding the escalator down.   I think my teachers knew that and were concerned.  I think some of them were not enamoured
    of Humberside’s fanaticism regarding football.  My broken baby finger and subsequent 
    academic decline was a good reason to cool football .I ceertainlhy did not want that to happen.   I did not want help.Too embarrassing.

    The school year made me more and more unhappy internally while my external demeanour MAY have seemed upbeat and joyful.   
    In retrospect a lot of  people knew I was troubled.   


    Try and decipher  this note written with my left hand which has the crooked little finger.  Easier still —find the word decipher’

    TRANSLATION  ’NOV. 24 / 2023
    “MY WRITING WAS VERY BAD.I WOULD HATE TO BE A MARKER TRYING TO DECIPHER MY SCRIPT.   JUST FOR
    FUN TRY WRITING WITH YOUR LEFT HAND  (signed  Alan Skeoch)

    The crisis climaxed with the departmental exams.  Students today in the year 2023 have no idea how demanding 
    were these exams.  There was no wriggle room.  Failurerate was high. 
    As I remember a university acceptance  would need a grade average of  75%.  

    I knew deep down that I had slipped below the cut off.  But maybe I would be lucky.  No Such luck!    It was the Physics exam 
    that got me  I Could not remember what the letter “s” meant i n solving physics mathematical problems   I was blank.
    And “s” was such a simple part of the exam.   It was a given.  A simple given but for the life of me i could not remember

    Then the school year ended.

    I accepted a summer job as a surveyor working on the new stretch of the Canadian transcontinental Highway .
    There were 8 of us living in a shack near the village of Hunta just a few miles west of Cochrane.  To get there I rode
    the last steam train on the ONR.  It was an escape.  The survey crew were all much like me .Young and 
    full of energy and misplaced enthusiasm. All except for one boy who was really troubled.  Made my troubles seem minor.  the boys
    badgered him So I chose hin for my three man team.

    I can still remember the moment he snapped.   His pent up hatred burst forth in a frenzy of anger directed
    at me for some reason.   I was running the transit and john C was setting up pickets with a blazing axe.

    “Get in line, John, More to the left”
    “Fuck you!”  And he turned and threw his blazing axe right st me.  It missed but it was close.
    “What the hell did you do that for?”
    And John went into a kind of catatonic state. I  told our crew chief what had happened.
    “We will have to do sometihng” 

    That night John went a little more berserk/  All 8 of us slept on metal cots in the highway bunkhouse.
    About midnight when we were all asleep,  John got up quietly.   Picked up a large rick the size of a football that he had
    secreted under his bed.  
    He tip toed over to Hazuda’s bed and dropped the rock on what he thought was Hazuda’s head.   Smashed the water jug
    to smithereens.   
    Then got back in bed before we put the lights on.   He said nothing.  He was crazy.  We stayed up all that night while
    John jus lay in hia cot.  In the morning he was  put in a straitjacket and  taken away.  We never heard what happened but 
    imagined he was committed to a place like Penetang for the insane.

    This event and the regular arrival of a black bear took my mind off my own troubles but not for long.

    The letter came.

    I new it would be bad news but I had persuaded myself to think that miracles happen.  I did not open the letter in our
    sleeping shack nor in our cook trailer.   Instead I took s long walk to an abandoned one room school
    on the transcontinental highway near the village of Hunta, a village made famous as the boyhod home of
    a member of the notorious Boyd Gang.  I think his name was Steve Suchan (something like that).

    There was an outdoor back house behind the school and that is where I  opened the letter.  Time to 
    be blunt.  I failed.  Failed get above the cut off mark.  My marks were OK in most subjects.  Not stellar
    but OK.  Middle of the pack marks.   Good enough to pass but not good enough to enter university.

    It ws convenient to blame my busted baby finger for my failure.  But that was not true.  Even before the 
    injury I had stepped on the road to failure by avoiding homework.   By bluffing.  I thought I was good
    at that.   Thought I had fooled my teachers.  Not so.  

    Miss Schroeder made hatt clesr to me gently in a French exam.  While writing the exam she slipped
    a newspaper clipping on my desk.  A clipping from the Dagwood and Blondie comic strip where 
    Blondoe accuses her husband of using words that do not exist.  Dagwood’s response was
    “It takes brains to invent words that do not exist.”

    I looked up.  Looked at Miss Schroder whose face was impassive.  That was a moment of truth for
    me.  I had  fooled no one by using English words with French pronouncement.   If anything I had 
    been a source of amusement. My desk was in front of her desk….by accident rather than design.
    Or had she put me there for her amusement.   “Monseur Skeoch, would you read P 23 of the 
    story converting English to French from your homework?”
      
    At which point I would read from a blank page.   
    But she liked me anyhow.   Smart ass stuff fooled no one except for me. I had bad habits.  Rarely
    did homework.  Spent more time dating girls, sharing stories with my 38th Boy Scout Rover Crew,
    playing football, joining the Drama Club, the Science club, the student council.  No time in the 
    school day for something as trivial as homework.

    So my failure in hat letter read in the back house of an abandoned school in the wilderness of 
    Northern Ontario was not just due to the cast on my hand and wire drilled down the centre of 
    mybsby finger.   All the same it was comforting to have n excuse.

    MY history teacher, Evan “Crusher” Cruickshank, had a few good tricks up his sleeve.   His best one was just three words.
    “I don’t know.”  He would leave a question dangling as if he really did not know.  On a couple
    occasions I even tried to help “Crooky” by going to the Runnymede Public Library to 
    find the meaning of something like Karl Marx’s ‘dictatership of the proletariat ‘.  I was deluded 
    into believing Crooky needed help.

    Much later in my life after Crooky hired me as a high school history teacher I discovered that
    a blood relative, Alex Skeoch, had been the barn builder n the late 19th century on the Cruiksahnd farm near Sarnia.

    Down deep I loved my techers but did not suck around.  What I liked best about them was 
    their objectivity.  They treated all students the same…or tried to do that.  There was no crime greater
    than being a teachers pet.  Better to keep buried in the classroom….as far back as possible.

    Roberta Charlesworth new how to straighten out students that did not do their work.
    She handed out detentions in an even handed way.  “Skeoch, you come in after school
    ….detention….Next time do your work.”

    She was coaching the girls basketball team in the girls gym.   Why serve s detention in
    home room If i could sit in the gym and watch the girls jump around in their blue 
    gym bloomers.  So I did.   Next day.  “Skeoch, come up to he front.”  I thought i must
    have done something right.  Thought that until she lifted me off the grabbed by my
    left ear lobe and lifted.  Made my eyes water in front of he whole class.    “When I say detention
    I mean detention in this room not the girls gym.  Now sit down.”

    Later she got me several jobs tutoring students in English.  She did this as well as lift me by my ear
    lobe.  I never told  one Greek student I helped started our 
    tutoring with a glass of liquorice brandy.    And another was a friend of a nice Ukrainian
    girl I waned to date.   Her parents did not like me until I used  a few Ukranian words
    that Jim Romaniuk gave me.  “Sho Tish Niyue” (??) meant ‘How are you?.  Won them
    over and got the date.  But that went nowhere as she was Catholic and I was
    Presbyterian which seemed to be a wall.

    IN school…public school…religion had no place.   Tha was a good thing.   Football 
    replaced religion I suppose.

    LOWER THAN A SNAKE IN A RUT

    My parents were not upset in a way some might expect.  They were only upset 
    because I was hurt.  They loved Eric and I in spite of some of he stupid things we did.
    What a joy that was.   To be loved in spite of failure. No condemnation.  Mom
    knew the cast covering my baby finger was a partial reason.  But she also 
    knew I had rarely done my homework and was  partially o blame .   But she never said so
    And dad did not really give a dmn.  He had been thrown out of school in Grade 9
    at Fergus for firing snowballs at girls in the female back house that hung over the
    steep hill above he Fergus Fairgrounds.   Instead of going back to school he caught
    a train to Saskachewan after hiding from his father for some time.  

    Should I do the same as dad.  Head for Saskachewan where Uncle John had a huge farm. 
     In other words Quit school and ‘climb telephone poles’ as my typing 
    teacher ’Tiny Tim Talbot called quitters.  No.   Mr. Burford’s words
    popped into my conscious mind. “When the going gets tough, the tough get going.”
    Football philosophy had a powerful influence on daily life.   Replaced religion.
    Some readers will  be offended by that comment I know.  My mind was like a blank
    slate on which new ideas were written all the time.   I only wished that  my
    mind had not gone blank in that 1958 Departmental physics Exam.  Maybe my mind just up and failed me
    as a lesson.  

    Did I have the guts to go back to high school…to repeat my Grade 13 year.
    “To suffer the slings snd arrows of outrageous  fortune.?”  Did I have the guts?

    Luckily I was not alone.  My best friend got the same devastating news
    that I got.  We would both return to Humberside.  And surprisingly we were 
    welcomed.

    Note:  This may sound like a lot of crap.   What am I trying to explain?  Simple. My 
    crushed baby finger was not the whole cause of my failure to get 75% on the
    1958 Deparmentsl Exams.  Mea Culpa!   It was my fault,,,not just my baby finger.
    Simple causation.   For every effect there are multiple causes.

    I had many surprises ahead of me…good surprises…wonderful surprises.
    And I chose a new path.  Study can be a joy….even an obsession.

    alan skeoch
    Nov. 24, 2023


    1958-Grade-13-History-Final-Exam-by-toramble-ontariopage 1 of an old 1958 Department of Education, Ontario grade 13 Chemistry exam

  • EPISODE 918 TED AND SHIRLEY, SNOWBIRDS, RETURN TO CANADA FOR GOOD. WHY? COST OF HEALTH CARE IN TEXAS

    EPISODE 918      DINNER WITH COUSIN TED FREEMAN AND HIS WIFE SHIRLEY NOV. 24, 2023


    alan skeoch
    Nov. 23, 2023

    MARJORIE SKEOCH, TED AND SHIRLEY FREEMAN   NOV. 23, 2023

    It has been a long time since  we have seen each other.   Shirley and Ted Freeman have moved
    back to Canada after 35 winter months at their ex=pat home in Texas.  
    They are back on the farm I remember so well.  Ted’s mom and dad are so close to me that
    it is hard to write about them.  Their farm is the farm where we spent so much of our childhood
    years that it seemed like a pat of our own home.   It is very hard to write about people and 
    places that are close…tight…personal.

    Why did they return to Canada after so many winters inTexas.  Health care.  Simple.  The cost
    of extra health care for Snowbirds is around $10,000 per year.   That cost cannot be sustained. And it
    may not even be enough if a devastating illness or accident happens.   

    Some Canadians experiencing a terrible operation prefer to hire an air ambulance to get
    back to Canada.

    Ted and Shirley are not ill.   They are back home.   And maybe this will give me a chance
    to write about their farm.  Of all the farms in our family there are only  two where relatives still live.
    The Townsend farms and the Freeman farm.


    my cousin Ted Freeman had aneardeth experience…the thought of which he would rather not talk