EPISODE 157 FUTURE LOOKS GRIM…MAYBE I WILL HAVE TO KEEP SENDING STORIES
alan skeoch Nov. 4, 2020
Just when I believed our existence on planet earth could not get worse…things did get worse, far worse. The leader of the western world has devolved into chaos. Neighbour hating neighbour. Violence on the horizon. My only answer is writing these stories. Originally I planned to write 14 stories to help us all through the two weeks of self-isolation in March. Those two weeks became 8 months and the stories are now numbered Episode 157. A lot of stories. Trying to write one each day. Two emergency visits to the Trillium hospital broke the sequence but I managed to keep the stories coming…even a story about my amusing Morphine trips while huddled in pain at the base of my hospital bed…then another when I had an anxiety attack in the empty emergency ward.
Covid 19 kept our lives in a kind of suspension between isolation and re-emerging into the embrace of routine daily life.
I kept the stories pouring out…some trivial, some weighty, some beautiful as the fall season of 2020 was prolonged.
But last night I thought story time would be over as life would return to normal. Maybe we could get back to figuring out how to handle Climate Change which threatened our world with the Sixth Extinction. That was enough to worry about.
What a fool I was. I came to believe the pollsters and journalists and the dreamers and my friends…I came to believe all would be well if Trump was defeated and Americans began to let go of hate for one another and embrace the philosophy of Rodney King who asked long ago, “Why can’t we all get along?” (while at he same time being beaten up). Hope would replace hell. Now the reverse seems to to be happening with hell replacing hope.
As if to confirm this grim reality I turned by chance to a short news release of the far right wing fringe Americans. Too many of these deadly serious Americans were strutting around with machine guns in their arms and revolvers strapped to their camouflaged pant legs. Who were their enemies? It was a shock to realize that I was the enemy. A middle of the road believer the good will triumph over evil. A believer in gun control.
So the stories will keep coming.
Keep a stiff upper lip folks.
alan
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EPISODE 157 future LOOKS GRIM…MAYBE I WILL HAVE TO KEEP SENDING STORIES
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EPISODE 156 BETWEEN HARROWING AND PLANTING WINTER WHEAT IS A LOT OF BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS…EVEN TODAY
EPISODE 156 BETWEEN HARROWING THE LAND AND THEN PLANTING WINTER WHEAT…LOTS OF WORKAlan skeochoct. 2020
THIS is the man that does the job….getting winter wheat in the ground.
HOW DOES A FIELD GET THIS NICE?
“HAVE you ever wondered how tiny seeds of wheat are planted?”“Well, all those pieces of equipment hauled by that immense tractor aredesigned to put one little winter wheat seed in the ground at the proper spacing.A bunch of seeds got confused when the tractor made a sweeping turn and those littleseeds just jumped out in a bunch but that was rare. Most seeds got out at their properspacing and got ready to germinate for spring combining as future pastry flour.”
“Perhaps you think that such huge machines would find the job of getting the fields ready for seeding was EASY??NOT SO EASY AT TIMES…see below”


“This is the rig for planting those tiny winter wheat seeds…the great tub at the back is filled and then manages somehow to select tiny seedsto be put in the ground at proper spacing. …The huge harrow at the front digs a shallow hole for the seeds. Notice the ground cover of soybean wasteleft behind after the combine had done the harvesting a few weeks earlier. Called NO TILL FARMING. PLOWING IS NOT DONE fromyear to year unless the fields are covered in sod.
WHEN the fields were covered in sod….deep plowing was necessary. After that…smooth sailing except where a hiddensink hole was found.


Disc Harrow sliced up any sod that was not turned over by the plow.
How would you like to find yourself and all that equipment sinking into they hidden swamp? Believe it or not the machines got out with ease.
Why are the wheat seeds orange…reddish? They have been treated with poison…I do not know which poison. At one time Atrizine wasused…perhaps still used. Bad Stuff. A poisoned field is easy to find as no weeds can grow…the field appears a sickly grey throughthe summer months if fallow. Deadly stuff.
Here is the chopped up soybean plants left as a ground cover … winter wheat seeds in a bit of cluster…an error when themachine did a turn at the end of the field.
A long time earlier a stone picker was able to criss cross the fields in search of rocks.







the stone picker can drive forwards and backwards scooping out and scooping up rocks left by the glaciers.

And that is all there is to the job…as long as you have a million dollars or so to invest in the job. This large scale farmer owns and rentsseveral thousand acres of crop land centred in Limehouse, Ontario … covering miles and mlles.…which includes the 90 acres owned by our sons and their partner.One thing worth noting. The fields are relatively small with lots of fencerows for birds and small creatures…even large creatures likedeer and coyotes and wild turkeys. That is not always the case with modern farming…much more efficient to tear out thefencerows and have clear fields from horizon to horizon. A sterile landscape where “no birds sing”. That will not happen here.alan skeochOct. 2020 -
alan skeoch…Something wrong with my list
I am now at Episode 156
But some of you may have been dropped from list for some reason that I cannot fathom. Russ alerted me to this fact.
If interested and you want back copies then consult wp_autopost@alanskeoch.ca
Or let me know and I will try to send back issues.
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Grand Match, Grenadier Pond, High Park Curling Club Jan 3o, 1993

EPISODE 155 THE GRAND MATCH OF CURLING…ON THE ICE BENEATH WHICH THE GRENADIERS WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE DROWNED
THE Schneller Team entry in the High Park Curling Club GRAND MATCH 1993 celebrating 80 years of fine curling. Left to right: Mike Dent, Alan Skeoch,Dave Snyder , Brad Schneller (skip).alan skeochOct. 2020Dateline: Winter 1993Occasion: HIGH PARK CURLING CLUB GRAND MATCHLocation: Grenadier Pond, TorontoDanger: Would the ice support 64 curling jteamswith their stones?THE GRAND MATCH, HIGH PARK CRLING CLUB, 1993The telephone rang as the winter wind blew.“Hi, Alan, I have an adventure for you.”“Great Brad, spill it out.”Brad Schneller was almost breathless…excited.“Let’s get a curling team together for the Grand Match”“What Grand Match?”“The HighPark Curling Club is 80 years old this winter…planning aspecial competition on Grenadier Pond…let’s enter a team.”“Did you say the Grand Match would be on Grenadier Pond?”“Yes.”“How many teams?”“64 Curling Teams”“That’s a lot of people on ice that could be thin.”“Lucky this is a bad winter…I figure there will be morethan 300 people out on the ice when pipers and Fort York guards are included.”“Remember what happened to the Grenadiers in 1812?”“I’m not sure that really happened, Alan…the drowning of the Grenadiers is a myth I think.”’“According to the story the soldiers were retreating from Fort York hauling their cannonswith them…that’s a lot of weight.”“About as much as 300 curlers?”“Right.”“Didn’t you do a dive last summer to see if there were cannons at the bottom of the pond?“We did…a CBC radio story…Kevin and Andy did the diving while Christopher Thomas andI were in a rowboat.”“Well…the result?”“Andy reported ‘Dad, I shoved my arm deep in the mud at the bottom…right up to my elbow…no cannons yet.”It was a stupid idea. Dangerous.”“If we all break through the ice…there will be a lot of curling stones down therefor future divers.”“Ice collapse is Not likely this year…been dreadfully cold winter…ice as thick and tough as old concrete.”“And now a snowstorm is coming.”“Nothing stops the bagpipes so we should not feel intimidated…let’s throw some rocks…finda team willing to play. A lot of people trying to clean the ice with their brooms…sort of hopeless for real curling.’“Suppose we get Mike Dent to lie down and use him and his coonskin coat as a sweeping machine.”“How?”“You grab his feet, I’ll grab his arms…now walk … see we are clearing a sheet. How do you feel Mike?”“Just keep my coonskin closed…otherwise I will turn into a block of ice. Pull…pull.”“Any help with the game?”“Not much…snow keeps coming.”“Throw your rock, Brad.”’“Just throw, forget about the fine tuning…most rocks do not even get to the other end.”“Let’s refine the game…forget about accuracy…see how brute strength works…wind up witha big back swing and then rifle the rock down the ice.”“See who can throw the rock the farthest…forget about real curling.”“When the rock hits the ice, it echoes.”“Hits like a cannonball.”“Let go, Mike…let go!”“Holy Samoley, Mike did not let go and threw the rock with all his might…he flew with therock…parallel to the ice.”“Here come Ed Werench…top curler of 1993…looks sceptical…not exactly optimum conditions…he wansto meet the so called ice maker.”“This is turning into a wonderful afternoon…a real celebration for the High Park Curling Club…an event that I wish we could duplicate each year.”“i think the insurance companies would put an end to that idea.”
“Hey, Al,where did you get your curling clothes?”“Bearskin coat I bought for $10 at a farm auction…”“And the hat?”“A Russian field hat from the Afghan war…sent from Slovakia byour son Kevin.”“And your coat, Brad?”“Sandra’s historic beaverskin coat…expensive.”“Makes us look like drifters from the Great Depression.”
And so the day wore on. Cold, snowstorm, hopeless for real curling but somemorable … so memorable that even now, 27 years later I remember theday clearly. Who dreamt up the idea? Well, I think Al White from the HPCwas one of the prime movers but there were so many others.alan skeochOct. 2020











(PICTURES COURTESY OF BRAD SCHNELLER)
alan skeochoct 2020HISTORY OF THE HIGH PARK CURLING CLUM
Land for the club was purchased in 1910 by the club’s first president and chief financial backer, W.R. Prittie. The building, erected in 1911, was designed by architects Gemmell and W.R. Gregg and modeled after another Toronto club, the Queen City Curling Club. Today, the exterior looks very much as it did then. Facing east to west, the street façade is an unobtrusive red brick and on the west side a spectacular two-storey verandah overlooks the lawn tennis courts (formerly lawn bowling greens).
The High Park Curling and Lawn Bowling Club’s Inaugural Ball was held on the rink floor on December 15, 1911. In the early years, the club offered curling, lawn bowling, skating, indoor baseball, billiards, and cards. The new Club’s first few seasons were quite successful but with the outbreak of WWI in 1914 and the mild winters in 1916 and 1917 limiting the natural ice for curling, the club’s membership sagged and the club went bankrupt in 1917. It re-opened in 1918 as the High Park Club Limited with a new board of directors and a new charter.
HPC became the social centre for the whole community, with the vast majority of its members living within a 10-minute walk of the club. In the 1910’s and early ‘20’s, it was customary for members to visit the club in the evening and play cards. HPC was the centre for some of the best bridge played in Canada with numerous championship trophies to its credit.
Until 1919, women could not be members but wives of members had some privileges. In 1986, Anne Craig became the first female President of the High Park Club.
From its start in 1912, lawn bowling was the principal sport at HPC, with bowlers frequently outnumbering the curlers. The Club’s sweeping verandah provided an ideal spot for watching lawn bowlers in action. Spectators watched players dressed in whites on 16 greens surrounded by climbing roses, lilacs, chestnuts, and gardens with multi-coloured flowers, shrubs and trees. As a result of the rise in popularity of golf and cottaging in the late 1970’s and early 1980’s, membership in the section declined and the bowling greens were converted to lawn tennis courts.
Started in 1984, the tennis section of HPC boasts a unique feature – the only club-owned grass courts in Ontario. Tennis professionals have been known to grace its courts in preparation for the Wimbledon Championship (the oldest tennis tournament in the world).
Curling has been the other dominant sport at HPC and continues to be so today. At the club’s inception, it was a very different version of the game than what is played today. Along with their straw brooms, each player was responsible for their own rock and for $1 a year it could be stored in a wooden locker placed along the walls of the rink. In 1939, 41 pairs of stones, weighing 41.5 lbs each, and with black or white handles, were purchased for $36 per pair. The first sets of stones were lost when a German torpedo hit the Athenia, the ship carrying them. Their replacements arrived in time for the following season.
Artificial curling ice was installed in 1926, thus ending both the indoor softball league and public skating. Today, the only skating that takes place is at the end of the curling season party held in May. In celebration of the club’s 80th Anniversary in 1993, the Grand Match took place on nearby High Park’s Grenadier Pond and drew 64 teams from across the GTA. High Park Club curlers have excelled at their sport and the trophy cabinet is full of cups and plates won over the past century.
Until the mid-60’s, the club was managed by committees and the day-to-day needs were taken care of by the club’s steward or caretaker who lived in a private apartment with its own entrance on the north side of the club.
Today, there is a full-time manager, icemaker and a part-time ice, lawn and catering staff that ensure the club runs smoothly and efficiently. Volunteerism continues to be a core tenet of the club’s culture, with over 1 in 7 members contributing time and efforts to committees, events, maintenance, decorating, and governance -
EPISODE 154 KILLING GROUND DISCOVERED
EPISODE 154 KILLING GROUND DISCOVEREDalan skeochOct. 2020
What is this? Below
The back part of our farm is a forest…dense. We rarely go back that farbecause the front ten acres keeps us busy. We also take comfort inthe fact that the 15 acres of dense bush and swamp are perfect placesfor wildlife to thrive. So it came as quite a shock in October 2010 whenour boys said we better get back and take a look at what was happening.We bashed our way through the bush. There are only deer trails hereand there. Someone or some group knew that. What we foundwas a wood trough which turned out to be a deer feeding station.But there was more.The so called hunters had wired a ladder and platform to a treeabout ten feet from the trough. This was not a cheap thing.Very well built shooting platform made of heavy aluminum withrubber treads.About 30 or 40 feet distant we found a night vision camerastrapped to a tree on what must have been a deer trail.

So that is what hunters do, I guess. They climb up intothe tree platform and sit there waiting for deer to cometo feed on the corn or food pellets on the wood trough…and then they shoot them. And they call that hunting.No guesswork involve since the night vision camera automaticallytells them the time the deer will arrive…their numbers. Thehunter can pick his kill at leisure at home then pick a nicetime to do the killing based on the camera information.And all this was done on our land. No one asked permission. They wouldhave been refused. I have no respect for guns or for hunting. But thenerve of these hunters to just assume they could set up theirkilling spot in our forest. Trespassing. We had not littered ourland with NO Trespassing or No Hunting signs. Why would we haveto do that anyway?What should we do? First, we tore down the shooting platform andcarried it to the road where we keep scrap metal. Then we unstrappedthe camera and took it to our neighbour. Told him the story.He seemed interested:“I figure they got to our bush from your back field.”“Yes,I do allow a couple of hunters from the city to hunt…but No,I did not know about the platform or the trespassing.”“This must be their camera. I want you to give it backto them. Do you see them often? ““No.”“Will you take the camera?”“Yes, they might drop by.”“Tell them we have contacted the police and haveput up NO TRESPASSING SIGNS…and one other thing.Tell them I do not want to see them. We will never meet.”“I will do that.”This conversation was not what it seemed. I knew that my neighbourmust have known these hunters really well. They parked on his land.I even suspected that the hunters were not from the “city” but maywell have been very local…nearby in other words. If I met thempersonally there would be deep repercussions. Best not tp alienatepeople with guns. I had raised enough hell anyway.How did the police react? No help whatsoever.alan skeochOct. 2020P.S> A few months later a neighbour asked if I still had the ladder andshooting platform…started with friendly blather and eventually got to thePoint. “Sorry, the shooting platform has gone to the scrap yard” (whereit belonged).