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  • EPISODE 650 COYOTE HUNTING WITH CAMERA AND CAP GUN

    EPISODE 650   COYOTE HUNTING WITH CAMERA AND CAP GUN

    alan skeoch
    Sept. 27, 2022




    COYOTE HUNTRESS…EVERY DAY SUCCESS

    Marjorie is a hunter.  She hides behind a maple tree in our backyard and waits for the coyotes to
    slip silently across our urban lot.  And they come.  We have a pack living in a wilderness park
    that abuts our property.  Lots of space for our local coyotes husband and wife to procreate.  Exactly
    where they have hidden their den I am not sure.  

    Coyotes are not endangered.  Nor are most of the pets who coexist with the coyotes.  Coyotes density
    varies to as high as 2.3 coyotes per square kilometre in Canada.  We live in a coyote dense area.
    Probably because some neighbours feed them while other neighbours fear them.




    Marjorie got this picture as our dog Woody confronted one small coyote who comes to see him every day…occasionally the whole pack appear
    but their camouflage is so good that I rarely see them.  They can stand as still and immovable as a gravestone.  I am glad they are present…glad
    they have learned to coexist with humans.  You may not feel that way because a pack of coyotes may have silently appeared as you walk
    your little dog.  According to authorities on coyotes you have little to fear.  They will attack dogs only because the coyotes feel dogs are a 
    threat to their normal food source of rabbits, squirrels, insects, rodents in general.  I hear you screaming that I am wrong.  Authorities seem
    to agree with me however.

    SOLUTION TO COYOTE FEAR

    Marjorie bought me a hand gun just in case a coyote attacked Woody.  Cost was $2 with ammunition.  Nice looking hand gun that we got
    at the Dollar Store and I packed under my belt one dark evening just in case we were attacked.  Sure as God made little green apples
    an attack occurred.  An adult coyote slid from behind a tree and danced across our path.  I made a quick draw with the  gun and managed
    to fire three quick shots.  Bang! Bang! Bang!   I think I got the coyote.  He or she disappeared.  Wounded?

    Where was Woody?  He broke free from Marjorie and took off dragging his leash.  Was he in hot pursuit of the cap gun wounded
    coyote.  Not in the least.  He ran to a neighbours open doorway.  Then slunk back to us.  Was he a coward?  Maybe.  Marjorie thinks
    one of our coyotes gave him a slap in the ass when he got too close to the pack.  Woody is not s fighter.  He does raise proper hell
    however every time a coyote comes up to our back fence.  Protecting us?  Possibly.  But more likely telling Marjorie, hidden behind
    the maple tree, that a coyote wants its picture taken.

    alan skeoch

     Sept. 27, 2022





    Our lot is large….400 feet deep, part of what was once the last 

    patch of land owned by the Mississauga people before they were

    hustled off to the New Credit reserve near Brantford.










    Oshawa may educate residents on coyotes after 2 recent attacks on children  | CBC News

    This coyote looks friendly, right?






    Toronto issues reminder to not feed coyotes after food reportedly left in  Etobicoke park | CP24.com

    This coyotes does not look friendly, right?

    IS MY PET SAFE? HOW CAN I PROTECT THEM? 

    Coyote Watch Canada labels coyotes as opportunistic omnivores, meaning their diet usually consists of smaller species like rodents and rabbits, as well as berries and insects. The wildlife organization says that while coyotes might not be able to distinguish a cat between one of their usual preys, dogs are not a common food source. Caution should still be taken however as coyotes often see dogs as a threat to their family or as potential competition for food. 



    Coyote roaming Scarborough neighbourhood caught, wildlife group warns 'this  is not a happy ending' | CP24.com

    I did not take these close up picture of coyotes.  They are too smart for that.

    They fear my cap gun. 



    Part of our lot is fenced to keep Woody from wandering.  The other

    half of the lot is not fenced so that coyotes can coexist with us.



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  • EPISODE 649 THE DAY I MET JOHN RICKER, SEPTMEBER 1963

    EPISODE 649   THE DAY I MET JOHN RICKER, SEPTEMBER 1963


    alan skeoch
    Sept. 24, 2022

    THE DAY I FIRST MET JOHN RICKER…SEPTEMBER 1953



    John Ricker was 40 years old when we first met.  That was 1963 and I Was 25 yeas old and about to become a high

    school history teacher.  Our classroom was jammed with potential teachers most of whom seemed to know a lot
    more about history than I did.  All recent U. of  T. graduates.  Perhaps a little arrogant.  Young men and women who felt 
    they were on top of their game. Sure of themselves.

    John Ricker was an air force veteran of World War II bomber command. A tail gunner.   He had survived the war which
    is more than a lot of his friends had done.  He was a top student  with a searching mind and an obsessive interest in
    discussion of world issues.  Born in 1923… a ten year old Depression kid in 1933, a 20 year old tail gunner in 1943, a master 
    teacher of high school history in 1953,  a professor at the Faculty education in 1963 when we first met.

    Our class was noisy when he entered the room.  Explosive. Packed room. Not all.seated.  John threaded his way to the front.
    One hand held a cup of coffee, a lit cigarette in the other hand.  He said nothing
    but looked at us,  Then he took a long sip of the coffee.  Said nothing but began making eye 
    contact with us.  Then he took a long slow drag on the cigarette.  Exhaled.  still said noting.   The room became 
    dead quiet.  John Ricker’s eyes darted from student to student.  Still he said nothing but took another
    slow sip of coffee.  Absolute silence.  Another drag on the cigarette..long drag, slow exhale. Dead silence.

    Then he spoke.   That I remember.  Not the words but the deep resonant sound. What he said I do not remember.   Might have been something like
    “Why are you here today?” or  “So, you want to be history teachers.” or “A B52, fully armed nuclear bomber flew
    of over Toronto today  as it does every day — Why?” The year was 1963 and the threat of nuclear incineration was in the
    back of all minds on earth.  Could we, as teachers of history, do anything to promote world peace? 

    John presented big questions.   Few words. Words that invited discussion.

    He got immediate respect.  John Ricker had charisma.  He ws a leader … dominant.  And achieved this by silence.
    There was another facet of his personality revealed as we looked at him.  A light urging up of his upper lip, maybe… Or was it a twinkle in the
    eye.  Not sure what it was he did but there was humour in his facial expression. He was a funny man at times.

    I was not afraid of him but I knew he expected me to delve deeply into my  mind that day.  Could I do it?  Could I measure up? Could I shoulder the
    challenge of shaping young minds?  John Ricker threw out a challenge that day and he did it by the force of his own personality
    He was a teacher par excellence.   In the silence of that room, that day, was the one key element of teaching success.  Respect.  When respect
    is present all things are possible.  Without respect not much is possible.  John Ricker got respect coupled with humour.  A cup of coffee and
    a cigarette.  Later in his life when he married Marvi, he gave up smoking.  But not coffee.

    Alan Skeoch
    Sept. 24, 2022

    THE DAY I SAID FAREWELL TO JOHN RICKER….SEPTEMBER 24, 2022
    (next episode)

  • EPISODE 643 JUST FOR OLD CAR BUFFS:

    EPISODE 643     JUST FOR OLD CAR BUFFS:  FIND RUSS VANSTONE’S OLD CHEVROLET (A LOOK ALIKE)


    alan skeoch
    ept. 17, 2022





    Niw Herę is a surprise .  A celebration .   Marjorie too me down to Marie Curtis Park to check out
    te change of a swim in Lake Ontario at thousand beach.   Lots of people down there, a few 
    swimming but there had been a drowning the day before that put a downer on the duking idea.

    NO matter there was all kinds of entertainment provided by the Centennial Street Rodders celebrating
    their 55th anniversary with their collection of old cars.

    I think one of those cars…a Chevrolet…  model that once  belonged to Russ Vanstone when we
    we had a party at the farm long ago and Russ was hit by another car as we crossed the
    railway bridge in Georgetown.  At least I think that is what happened a long time ago.
    Russ will correct me.  We were all on verge of marriage but did not know it.

    See if you can find the Chev.  He tried to keep it…put it up o blocks in his garage where it
    slowly fell apart.   Old cars need care..






    Before we got to the old cars we met this guy.   He was on his way to
    Vancouver but ran out of money I guess.   Anyway I gave him two bucks which would
    buy a litre of gas and get him to Oakville maybe.  Or get him a bag of dog food for his dog
    and himself.

    “There he goes Alan “
    “What is all that stuff on his roof?”
    “His mobile campground”





    P.S.   I thought this story would be a break for those of you sick
    of Ireland.   More of Ireland to come .
  • EPISODE 641 BARNEY DWAN 6 : KIRWIN’S PUBLIC HOUSE, BUNMAHON, COUNTY WATERFORD, IRELAND, 1960: Mystery


    EPISODE 641   BARNEY DWAN   6 :  KIRWIN’S PUBLIC HOUSE, BUNMAHON, COUNTY WATERFORD, IRELAND, 1960: a mystery

    alan skeoch

    Sept. 14, 2022


    Kirwin’s pub, Bunmahon, a Saturday night in summer of 1960l: Many of our
    employees and a good supply of Guinness

    Kirwin’s pub had a rustic room for relaxed consuming of Guinness…rough plank walls 
    with bark on the planks…and logs as tables.  John Hogan and I are enjoying ourselves.

    Of all the thousands of pictures I have ever taken, these are among my  favourites.  Taken Saturday
    night in July or August, 1960, at Kirwin’s Public House, Bunmahon, County Waterford, Ireland..
    Barney Dwan is not in the picture.    I believe he did not drink…never remember asking.  There are a
    lot of things I should have asked him but failed  to do so.  

    Mrs. Kennedy told me he is mother was very young when she had Barney.  There was never any
    mention of a father.  I never probed once Mrs. Kennedy told me that.   Wish I had .   We got along
    so well on the job and Barney made sure I became part of the Bunmaon community..



    That’s Barney Dwan on the left.  Look at his face.  Barney really wanted to learn all
    about the job.  The technology of mining exploration was a great mystery to him
    so he watched every move I made.  I wish I knew more about him but was prevented
    by my belief I must try to treat all the men equally.  Pay them all the same amount of money.
    Now 60 years later I realize that was a mistake.  I became dependent on Barney.
    He helped me get employees….all ten of them.  Maybe I could have helped him.

    I Loved the stories he told.   He  Knew the twists and turns of the old mines
    like a glove on the hand. Seems his explorations were done alone.

    I will never forget the stories he told all of which seemed to have a core of truth.
    Not filled with hate.  Softened with humour
    The ’Time of the Troubles” expression softened the hard edge of Irish independence…i.e. the violence
    between Black and Tans and Irish Republicans.  Asa reset My experience in Bunmahon was pure joy.   In 1960 I
    was certainly aware of the dark days of the 1920’s but that was only on the fringe of my mind.  Barney Dwan
    made sure the joy was foremost.  Which leads me to another of his ’stories’ … which may or may not
    be true.  

    Take another look at Kirwin’s pub on a Saturday night  Los of fun…lots of people…many pints 
    of Guinness.   I believe the barmaid is Mrs Kirwin.  Behind her, on her left was a locked room.
    Barney told me a story about that room.

    “What about the other room?  Other room?  Yes, the room behind the bar?  There is a light
    on and someone moving about as I can see the moving shadow in the gap between 
    the door and the floor.   Is that another part of the pub?”  I said something like this to
    Barney who was not a drinker. Never saw him Kirwin’s pub.  Barney had a story about the place.
    He seemed to have stories about every nook and cranny around Bunmahon as did our landlady
    Mrs. Kennedy.




     Kirwin’s  was the
    Catholic pub.   Directly opposite Kirwin’s was another pub with a Church of Ireland
    clientele …. not so well attended as Kirwin’s.  Doubt Barney want there.  Barney was
    a boy of indeterminate age.  A great story teller who dangled truth and fiction.  The
    stories we followed up turned out to be true.

    “The shadow you saw was cast by a man locked up there dating back to the Time of the
    Troubles”….he did the dirty work back then.”

    Was this true?  Think not.  Barney  always made his stories interesting.  A healthy
    dash of exaggeration coupled with a smile. Like the story about the Nun who was eaten
    by a herd of pigs and only her shoes were found with her feet in them.  Stories. Entertainment
    as we slogged across Irish farm fields.

     Was an IRA assassin locked up behind the bar?  Seems a stretch to believe so.
    Yet someone was in that room always..

    That story I dismissed along with the story about walling up people in the
    old church near the river. ”   Barney Dwan was a most amusing story teller
    who never let the facts get in  the way of a good story..  I really wish I had got to know him better.

    TIME OF THE TROUBLES: IRISH INDEPENDENCE 1920’S

    Book investigates why so many Irish country houses were subject to  devastating arson attacks in the 1920s


    Burning the Big House: The mixed motives for the IRA arson campaign – The  Irish Times



    Burning the Big House by Terence Dooley review — fanning the flames of hate  | Ireland | The Sunday Times


    The tale of Ireland's 'House Burning Mania' of 1919-1923 - Country Life
    The great wealth of some Anglo Irish landowners contrasted sharply with
    the absolute poverty of most Irish tenants.  The gap between rich and poor
    fanned the flames of Irish anger in the 1930’s.




    The expression ’time of the troubles’ softened memories of the fight for Irish 
    independence.  Perhaps too much softened.  Violent times back then.
     Part of the violence was the burning of large estate homes 
    owned by Anglo-Irish.  In 1920, 76 of these ‘Big Houses’ were set on fire and 
    another 46 were burned in 1921.  The owners were ordered out and the arsonists
    did their work.  Little or nothing was saved.  Much grand art of Ireland use have gone up in
    flames.   Nearby County Cork was a centre of house burning.  Less common in
    County Waterford but burning did happen. 

     The John Wayne movie titled The
    Quiet Man made no mention of these house burning events.  Nor did Barney 
    say much about it except one casual mention of a fire that happened in an
    large estate which we crossed doing our survey.  That is a dim memory which
    may not be true.

    I am not a particularly religious person.  A Presbyterian back in the 1960’s.
    Protestant in other words.  In Ireland in 1960 I decided to attend Mass in
    the Local Catholic church.  This decision was aided by Bridey.   Who was
    Bridey?  I am not sure  She worked for the Kennedy family who owned the
    house where we stayed.   She was handicapped but falloff energy.
    The house was A rambling structure which  included the family
    general store and a farm out back.  My first Sunday in Bunmahon
    was free day for me.  Normally in Canada we worked 7 days a week so having Sundays off was a luxury
    To sleep in?   Not a chance.  Bridey arrived in my room,
    threw off my covers and announced “Time to get up Master Skeoch…time for
    you to get to Mass.   Hurry!”



    Copper Coast Geopark - St. Mary 's Church Saleen, Bunmahon | Facebook

    What should I do?  I decided to do what Bridey told me to do.  So I attended Mass
    in St. Mary’s Roman Catholic church where most of my employees worshipped.  That was a good
    decision.   Both John Hogan and John Stam were Catholics. Now all of us
    were at mass. We became part of community life in the village.  I had to dodge the holy water thrown at me by some
    of the men who knew I was not Catholic and wanted to help me along life’s
    journey.  A bond was formed.  So glad that Bridey insisted.  She was slightly handicapped
    and a joy to have around the Kennedy home.

    Did Barney attend mass?   I don ’t believe so.  I think he lived outside the village somewhere.

    The knockmahon Catholic Church was once the Temperance
    Hall used by the Cornish miners in the 19th century.   I believe they
    tended to be Methodists.   The Temperance movement
    sure changed Bunmahon in the 17th century… from a town of 2,000 with 20 pubs
    to a town with no pubs.  

      IN 1960  there were two pubs, one of
    which was thriving….Kirwin’a.  Today, Sept. 15, 2022, I ave heard from Aiden Coffey that Kirwin;’s 
    is up for rent and empty. 

    alan skeoch


  • EPISODE 640 DEATH OF QUEEN ELIZABETH II – FUNERAL PROCESSION TO WESTMINSTER HALL, SEPT. 14,2022

    EPISODE  640   DEATH OF QUEEN ELIZABETH  II  – FUNERAL PROCESSION TO WESTMINSTER HALL, SEPT. 14,2022


    alan skeoch
    sept. 14, 2022

    Too much to be said, too little space to say it.  Queen Elizabeth II became Queen in 1952, formally in 1953, the year I entered
    High School.  First assignment was to create a scrapbook of her coronation.  She seemed like an older sister…suddenly elevated
    to a position where her lifetime would be on public view.  And that is how she spent the last 70 years of her life…on public view.
    Yes, she was rich, one of the richest women in the world.  But I wonder if she would trade that position as Queen and the great wealth
    for a normal life like yours and mine?    She was a great woman whose life changed abruptly when her father died.  She was
    just a young girl really.   Suddenly on centre stage for the rest of her life. I Would like to have met her.  What would I say or do?
    Perhaps I can find that old Grade 9 scrapbook.  We were both kids back then.

    Below are pictures of her funeral procession to Westminster Hall in London, England, on Wednesday Sept. 14, 2022.

    alan


    Marjorie and I were able to pay our respects  to Queen Elizabeth in the privacy of our own home.
    Queen Elizabeth had  moments of privacy with Philip, her children, her horses and her dogs.
    But these moments were few and far between.  Most of her life she was on public view.
    Just imagine that.  Put your feet in her shoes.  Could you handle that?  We will miss her. Our
    world has become an unfriendly place…unsteady.  We need her self-control right now.

    Some readers are ardent royalists, some are not.  Some are luke warm royalists who
    resent the vestiges of the class system and the whole concept of a constitutional monarchy.
    Positive and negative people.  Twas river thus.  Most have a warm spot for Queen Elizabeth II.