EPISODE 402 MAKE ROOM FOR HEROES: AN INTERVIEW WITH JOHN RICKER (EDUCATOR)




Note..this episode is far too long …SOME DID NOT GET FULL ARTICLE SO I CUT

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EPISODE 402    MAKE ROOM FOR HEROES: AN INTERVIEW WITH JOHN RICKER 


alan skeoch
august 2021

JOHN RICKER…EDUCATOR…A MAN WITH HEROES IN HIS LIFE


AT THE END OF THIS EPISODE TRY AND RECORD THE HEROES IN YOUR LIFE


In 1986 I wrote a very juvenile article about John Ricker;  Uncovered by pure chance today, August
5, 2021…35 years later.  Who is John Ricker?  In a word I would say he is an educator.  Much more than
that of course…husband, professor, philosopher, administrator, veteran, father, grandfather, author, Order of Canada, friend.  But he remains
to me a teacher…my teacher.   Years ago the CBC wanted to interview me on the place of history in
the Ontario curriculum (or some such thing like that).  A reporter came to Parkdale Collegiate and was
questioned by our vice principal.  “Why would you want to see him, he is only a teacher?”  True.  I was
and always have been ‘only a teacher’.  Rather proud of the fact.  Early in my career I may have had
ambitions for higher positions in the educational pyramid.  Maybe later…maybe if I get bored teaching.
That never happened.  I never wanted to be anything but a teacher.  I owe that to John Ricker.
He made all of us feel teaching was the noblest of professions when he taught teachers at the
faculty of eduction way back in 1963.  Made us proud and nervous. Would we measure up?

Believe it or not, we still meet monthly at John’s house with a group of friends.  I am 82.  John is 95.
Very senior ciitizens who gather at our Castlefield Insttute to consider world events and laugh a lot.
Teachers all …even if one is a judge and another a surgeon.






There was no reason for me to find this interview among the dusty files in our cellar.  Pure chance.
Rather wonderful though.  Not because of what I wrote.  Not my words.  It is the pencilled comments
that John Ricker scribbled all over the manuscript and then went on and on shedding light on the
need for all of us to have heroes we admire.

“What do think of teachers, John?”  What a hopelessly dull question.  I wish I had not asked.  But
John began to scribble furiously.    The scribbles deciphered.

“Most teachers are bright…even though some are terribly dull and stupid.”  Classic Rickerism.
Seems like a contradiction.  But it is John Ricker taking himself seriously but not that seriously.
There is room for argument.  “Teachers are bright enough if they are in an atmosphere that
applies the right kid of pressure and tension on them.”  Internal pressure it seems for the next
comment was a bit surprising.  “The problem is that teachers don’t recognize their own heroes.
For some reason many teachers are afraid to say they have heroes.”

“We fail to ferret out the time-servers and frauds.  But even worse, we don’t make a fuss of
our heroes.  No room for heroes it seems .  But the heroes are there…masters of their craft
who continue to grow and change,  When talking about teachers many agree that teachers
are terrible…except for ‘so and so’  God, my whole life was changed by old Mr. X. “

JAMIE HEMSTEAD JUST LOVeD OUR SCHOOL…JUST LOVED IT…YOU CAN SEE IT IN HIS FACE.


“Why is it that we don’t have monuments to these heroes? You rob a bank and you get a column
in the newspaper, perhaps even your picture.  But the teacher who changes the way an 
individual functions for the rest of his or her life earns no more than an aside in what  tends
to be a blanket denunciation of  teaching and teachers.”


“There are teachers who are incompetent. But I don’t think they are a problem because there
are ways to get them out of schools even though they aren’t used often.  Many think they should be.
A more serious problem is what to do about the much larger number of marginally competent
teachers who just go through the motions and have a negative impact on students.”

JOHN RICKER’S HEROES

“I had two outstanding teachers in elementary school….Miss Warrander and Mr. Henry.
Two in secondary school….Miss McDermid and Mr. Nation
Three in university…Frank Underhill,  Donald McDougal and Earl Birney.”

“By far, the most outstanding was Miss McDermid at Parkdale Collegiate.  What made her
outstanding was that she was unquestionably a scholar.  There was no possibility that what
she taught one year would be the same the next year.  She took delight in her subject and
was determined that we students would share it .  Tough material did not deter her for a moment.
She knew what she wanted to achieve and pursued her goal —and us — relentlessly.  We 
struggled and grumbled but loved her classes.   I think we recognized that this quietly forceful
woman  was a vitally exciting person and her dedication to learning had made her this way.
Every lesson revealed her fascination with the creative aspects of life.  Though a Scot, I doubt very
much that she knew for sure what her salary was.  I think she was probably surprised that
people paid her to spend her life doing what she loved.  It’s when reflecting on the Miss
McDermids who have enabled  the profession that I resent most of the teacher charlatans
who would really rather be doing something else.”

John, could you describe this teacher hero in general terms?

“Sure,the first obligation of  a teacher is to convince his or her students
that the creative aspects of human experience are exciting.”


NOTE:   Respect is basic.  John Ricker did not say this explicitly but the word hero assumes respect .If there is no respect, mutual respect, i.e. student respect for a teacher and the reverse teacher respect
for his or her students then education does not occur. 










“To be so excited by the curriculum that the teacher becomes an exciting person in the school
whether teaching the chemistry of the DNA molecule or (Voltaire’s Candide).  Money is
not that important.   Good teachers often do not know what they earn.  They are astounded
that anyone would pay them to teach.”

John maintains we all have our teacher heroes but for some reason keep them hidden.

 Let’s get them out in the open.  


JOHN RICKER’S HEROES:  BIRNEY, UNDERHILL AND MACDOUGAL

WHO IS EARL BIRNEY?

A spider’s body
limp and hairy
appeared at the bottom of my coffee 
The waiter being Castilian
said passionately nothing
And why indeed should apologies
be made to me 
It was I who was looking in
at the spider
It might be years
before I slipped and drowned
in somebody else’s cup

Poet-tree

i fear that i shall never make
a poem slippier than a snake
or oozing with as fine a juice
as runs in girls or even spruce
no i wont make not now nor later
pnomes as luverlee as pertaters
trees is made by fauns or satyrs
but only taters make pertaters
& trees is grown by sun from sod
& so are the sods who need a god
but poettrees lack any clue
they just need me & maybe you 

From The Hazel Bough

I met a lady
on a lazy street
hazel eyes
and little plush feet 
her legs swam by
like lovely trout
eyes were trees
where boys leant out 
hands in the dark and
a river side
round breasts rising
with the finger’s tide 
she was plump as a finch
and live as a salmon
gay as silk and
proud as a Brahmin 
we winked when we met
and laughed when we parted
never took time
to be brokenhearted 
but no man sees
where the trout lie now
or what leans out
from the hazel bough

The Bear On The Delhi Road

Unreal tall as a myth
by the road the Himalayan bear
is beating the brilliant air
with his crooked arms
About him two men bare
spindly as locusts leap 
One pulls on a ring
in the great soft nose His mate
flicks flicks with a stick
up at the rolling eyes 
They have not led him here
down from the fabulous hills
to this bald alien plain
and the clamorous world to kill
but simply to teach him to dance 
They are peaceful both these spare
men of Kashmir and the bear
alive is their living too
If far on the Delhi way
around him galvanic they dance
it is merely to wear wear
from his shaggy body the tranced
wish forever to stay
only an ambling bear
four-footed in berries 
It is no more joyous for them
in this hot dust to prance
out of reach of the praying claws
sharpened to paw for ants
in the shadows ofdeodars
It is not easy to free
myth from reality
or rear this fellow up
to lurch lurch with them
in the tranced dancing of men

WHO WAS FRANK UNDERHILL?
Frank Underhill and the Politics of Ideas

Frank Underhill (1889-1971) practically invented the role of public intellectual in English Canada through his journalism, essays, teaching, and political activity. He became one of the country’s most controversial figures in the middle of the twentieth century by confronting the central political issues of his time and by actively working to reform the Canadian political landscape. His propagation of socialist ideas during the Great Depression and his criticism of the British Empire and British foreign policy almost cost him his job at the University of Toronto. In Frank Underhill and the Politics of Ideas, Kenneth Dewar demonstrates how Underhill’s thought evolved from his days as a student at Toronto and Oxford, to his drafting of the Regina Manifesto – the founding platform of the leftist Co-operative Commonwealth Federation – to his support of his long-time friend Lester Pearson’s Liberals in the 1960s. Not willing to be bound by partisan loyalties, his later shift toward the political centre dismayed many of his former allies. The various issues Underhill confronted, Dewar argues, were connected by the pioneering role he played as an intellectual and by his social democratic vision of politics. Dewar also reassesses Underhill’s historical work, focusing on how it differed from the new professional history practised by his younger colleagues. Intelligently written and thoroughly researched, Frank Underhill and the Politics of Ideas delivers important insights into twentieth-century political life and innumerable lessons for twenty-first century Canada. 
JUST MY THOUGHTS…BASED ON VERY LITTLE RESEARCH
For some Bizarre reason the word ‘socialism’ angers many Americans.  Perhaps because they associate socialists too closely with Stalinism
and the excesses of Soviet communism.   Half a century ago Isaac Deutscher said that political change can only come from the turbulence of
free thought in the United States.  I remember that.  Even if it seem unlikely today.
To listen to Trumpists the word socialism is akin to the ideas that are found in the  depths of evil.  Underfhill was a socialist
who became a Liberal.  For that he paid a price.  Seems to me that John Ricker took the same
path only did not have to pay the price of alienation.  John Ricker gets a thrill out of the freedom
of thought…does so with humour and joy…fears not the turmoil of ideas.  Revels in them as Underhilll
must have done.
WHY DO SOME PEOPLE CONSIDER SOCIALISM FRIGHTENING?  

Socialists choose cooperation to competition, and favour collectivism over individualism. The defining, value of socialism is equality, socialism sometimes being portrayed as a form of egalitarianism. Socialists consider that a measure of social equality is the essential assurance of social stability and cohesion, and that it supports freedom in the sense that it gratifies material needs and helps for personal development. The socialist movement has conventionally articulated the interests of the industrial working class, seen as systematically troubled or structurally disadvantaged within the capitalist system. The objective of socialism is to lessen or abolish class divisions.

WHO ARE MY HEROES?

“Alan, I thought this Episode was about John Ricker not Alan Skeoch.”  :
“Good point Marjorie”
“Then why continue?”
“Because I would just like to give my heroes a good airing.”
“Boring, Alan…drifting into boredom”
“You might be right we seem to be living in an anti-heroic time where humans that were
once leaders have their statues desecrated with paint and their figures decapitated.”
“You know something, Alan, you might have hit on something. We all have heroes 
but rarely say so.”
“That is the point John Ricker made.”
“Just who are your heroes?”

(If you do not want to read about my heroes then start listing your own herroes>)


I am such a shallow person …no great depth of political insight like Ricker.  A child of the
1950’s.  Part of a generation of undeserved wealth earned by the fires of the Great Depression
and the sacrifices of so many lives in a war soon to be a footnote.

I have a lot of heroes.

In elementary school there were two.  Miss Sharpely who loved us  and Mr. Hambly who
made earth science come alive.  He hung a huge wasps nest in his room to which some fired
paper clips from elastic bands.  But meant no disrespect.

In secondary school there were more
Evan Cruickshank
Roberta Charlesworth
Maida Schroeder
Duncan Green
Fred Burford
Wally Little

In the university of Toronto there were heroes of a different sort
Marcus Long , philosopher…
Marjorie Hughes, open arms, open heart…made me a lucky man
Dr. Norman Paterson, geophysicist who made science exciting 

Voltaire, Steinbeck, Michener, Kant, Rousseau and a host of others not least of
which was Eric Fromm’s book  The Sane Society.  Somewhere in the book
Fromm argued that everyone should get the same wage. Then people would
choose careers they love rather than careers that paid the most money.  And we 
would be a happier people.
When I said that to my friends they thought I was nuts.

and later in post grad

John Ricker
Andrew Lockhart
Desmond Morton
Phyllis Morgon

If I had to choose one high school mega hero, it would be Evan Cruickshank.  Although
I never noticed it at the time “Crooky” taught me to think for myself
with three little words  “I don’t know,”  I was not a person that devoted 
myself to homework.  Skipped doing it whenever I could which was
often.  I meant no disrespect to my teachers.  There just was not enough
time to do everything…sports, dancing, dating girls, reading for pleasure, earning
a little money.  So I skipped homework and accepted the odd detention
for doing so.  One detention was memorable.  Roberta Charlesworth
kept me after school to serve a detention in her room.  Seemed easier
to serve it in the girls gym where there were females in bloomers to look
at.  Roberta Charlesworth was the girls coach.  Next day she called me
to the front of the class…I always tried to find a middle seat…why did
she want me?  She promptly lifted me off the ground by my ear.  “When
you serve a detention with me you do it here in this room not in the girls gym.
I respected her as a teacher….one of my teacher heroes in spite of my
sore ear..


But “Crooky” takes  the prize with his simple “I don’t know”
technique.  I respected him.  Stood in awe of him at times.  His explanation
of Marxian socialism stays with me to this day.  

One day however I got up my nerve to ask him about some event
in history that intrigued me.  Crooky would surely know.  Bt he did not.
He even confessed “I don’t know” which sent me scurrying to the library
that evening just to help Crooky out.   Not to suck around. I did that
out of respect.   Later I discovered that his ‘I don’t know’ may have
been deliberate but I was never sure.  “Crooky” asked big time questions.
But he was also humble…open minded.

John Ricker became a hero as well.  He conveyed a deep love for
big questions.  The kind that start simply but lead to universal truths.
I was very sorry when I heard that John had become Dean of
the Faculty of Educaton.  That meant he would no longer be facing
down classes of new teachers.  Teaching.  I even told him so John could make us think
about history from many angles.  Made us realize we were taking on
a sacred trust by shaping young people.  He had respect.  Without
respect , as I mentioned, no solid teacher-student learning can occur.
One of his methods was similar to Crooky but different also.  When a 
student asked John a question there was often a pause…a dead silence 
in the room while John considered his answer.  In 1963 the silence was aided
and abetted by drawing on a cigarette and then reaching for his coffee cup.
Dead and total silence when he did that.   W were like the Israelites waiting
for Moses to bring word from on high.  And John consumed books like a
bull does ensilage with one different. The ideas in a good book went to
his brain and not his stomach.

Life takes curious twists and turns.  Most surprising of these twists and
turns is that both  Evan Cruickshank and John Ricker became good
friends.   Peers in the pursuit of knowledge.  Shapers of the minds
of students.  Both of them pushed me towards Parkdale Collegiate.
“If you teach at that school, you will never want to leave, Alan.”
So true.

NOW FOR THE CHALLENGE

Who are your heroes?




REMEMBER THE SODER IN THE COFFEE CUP?
WHO IS EARL BIRNEY?

A spider’s body
limp and hairy
appeared at the bottom of my coffee 
The waiter being Castilian
said passionately nothing
And why indeed should apologies
be made to me 
It was I who was looking in
at the spider
It might be years
before I slipped and drowned
in somebody else’s cup







WHAT IS THE BEST SCHOOL?  EASY TO ANSWER…THE BEST SCHOOL IS THE SCHOOL YOU ARE TEACHING IN TODAY…MAKE

IT THAT WAY.  NOT YESTERDAY’S SCHOOL OR TOMORROW’S SCHOOL.  THE SCHOOL YOU ARE TEACHING IN TODAY IS

BEST AND YOU HAVE A DUTY TO MAKE IT SO.



A LOT OF MY HEROES AT THE UIVERSITY OFTORONTO WERE ON OUR FOOTBALL TEAM….ABOVE


PRINCIPAL SHIELA HAMBLETON WAS A VERY KIND AND SHARING HERO…LED BY EXAMPLE

HEROES IN MY LIFE CAME IN ALL KINDS OF SHAPES AND FORMS…TEACHERS AND STUDENTS. 









EPISODE 404: PAINTED TURTLE: FROM CENTRE OF ROAD TO A NEW SWAMP AUGUST 2021

EPISODE 404:   PAINTED TURTLE: FROM CENTRE OF ROAD TO A NEW SWAMP   AUGUST 2021


alan skeoch
august 2021

Every year turtles seem to think the month of August is a good time to squat in the middle of the Fifth Line
and every year we rescue a couple…snappers and painted.  

They are survivors with or without our help.  Only rarely is one killed which means the drivers on the
Fifth Line are a caring bunch.

Look in her eyes. I assume she is a female looking for a good planet lay her eggs.  



EPISODE 403 Farm fields in august 2021

EPISODE 403    Farm fields in august 2021


Alan skeoch

august 6, 2021


Well, the big John Deere combine got all the winter wheat yesterday and I missed  the action.
Eighty acres…60 in winter whet.  So here we are with empty fields again

And a sky full of ships floating by like moths from an old wool coat.






















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Note..this episode is far too long but I am tired…r



EPISODE 402    MAKE ROOM FOR HEROES: AN INTERVIEW WITH JOHN RICKER 


alan skeoch
august 2021

JOHN RICKER…EDUCATOR…A MAN WITH HEROES IN HIS LIFE


AT THE END OF THIS EPISODE TRY AND RECORD THE HEROES IN YOUR LIFE


In 1986 I wrote a very juvenile article about John Ricker;  Uncovered by pure chance today, August
5, 2021…35 years later.  Who is John Ricker?  In a word I would say he is an educator.  Much more than
that of course…husband, professor, philosopher, administrator, veteran, father, grandfather, author, Order of Canada, friend.  But he remains
to me a teacher…my teacher.   Years ago the CBC wanted to interview me on the place of history in
the Ontario curriculum (or some such thing like that).  A reporter came to Parkdale Collegiate and was
questioned by our vice principal.  “Why would you want to see him, he is only a teacher?”  True.  I was
and always have been ‘only a teacher’.  Rather proud of the fact.  Early in my career I may have had
ambitions for higher positions in the educational pyramid.  Maybe later…maybe if I get bored teaching.
That never happened.  I never wanted to be anything but a teacher.  I owe that to John Ricker.
He made all of us feel teaching was the noblest of professions when he taught teachers at the
faculty of eduction way back in 1963.  Made us proud and nervous. Would we measure up?

Believe it or not, we still meet monthly at John’s house with a group of friends.  I am 82.  John is 95.
Very senior ciitizens who gather at our Castlefield Insttute to consider world events and laugh a lot.
Teachers all …even if one is a judge and another a surgeon.





There was no reason for me to find this interview among the dusty files in our cellar.  Pure chance.
Rather wonderful though.  Not because of what I wrote.  Not my words.  It is the pencilled comments
that John Ricker scribbled all over the manuscript and then went on and on shedding light on the
need for all of us to have heroes we admire.

“What do think of teachers, John?”  What a hopelessly dull question.  I wish I had not asked.  But
John began to scribble furiously.    The scribbles deciphered.

“Most teachers are bright…even though some are terribly dull and stupid.”  Classic Rickerism.
Seems like a contradiction.  But it is John Ricker taking himself seriously but not that seriously.
There is room for argument.  “Teachers are bright enough if they are in an atmosphere that
applies the right kid of pressure and tension on them.”  Internal pressure it seems for the next
comment was a bit surprising.  “The problem is that teachers don’t recognize their own heroes.
For some reason many teachers are afraid to say they have heroes.”

“We fail to ferret out the time-servers and frauds.  But even worse, we don’t make a fuss of
our heroes.  No room for heroes it seems .  But the heroes are there…masters of their craft
who continue to grow and change,  When talking about teachers many agree that teachers
are terrible…except for ‘so and so’  God, my whole life was changed by old Mr. X. “

JAMIE JUST LOVeD OUR SCHOOL…JUST LOVED IT…YOU CAN SEE IT IN HIS FACE.


“Why is it that we don’t have monuments to these heroes? You rob a bank and you get a column
in the newspaper, perhaps even your picture.  But the teacher who changes the way an 
individual functions for the rest of his or her life earns no more than an aside in what  tends
to be a blanket denunciation of  teaching and teachers.”


“There are teachers who are incompetent. But I don’t think they are a problem because there
are ways to get them out of schools even though they aren’t used often.  Many think they should be.
A more serious problem is what to do about the much larger number of marginally competent
teachers who just go through the motions and have a negative impact on students.”

JOHN RICKER’S HEROES

“I had two outstanding teachers in elementary school….Miss Warrander and Mr. Henry.
Two in secondary school….Miss McDermid and Mr. Nation
Three in university…Frank Underhill,  Donald McDougal and Earl Birney.”

“By far, the most outstanding was Miss McDermid at Parkdale Collegiate.  What made her
outstanding was that she was unquestionably a scholar.  There was no possibility that what
she taught one year would be the same the next year.  She took delight in her subject and
was determined that we students would share it .  Tough material did not deter her for a moment.
She knew what she wanted to achieve and pursued her goal —and us — relentlessly.  We 
struggled and grumbled but loved her classes.   I think we recognized that this quietly forceful
woman  was a vitally exciting person and her dedication to learning had made her this way.
Every lesson revealed her fascination with the creative aspects of life.  Though a Scot, I doubt very
much that she knew for sure what her salary was.  I think she was probably surprised that
people paid her to spend her life doing what she loved.  It’s when reflecting on the Miss
McDermids who have enabled  the profession that I resent most of the teacher charlatans
who would really rather be doing something else.”

John, could you describe this teacher hero in general terms?

“Sure,the first obligation of  a teacher is to convince his or her students
that the creative aspects of human experience are exciting.”


NOTE:   Respect is basic.  John Ricker did not say this explicitly but the word hero assumes respect .If there is no respect, mutual respect, i.e. student respect for a teacher and the reverse teacher respect
for his or her students then education does not occur. 











“To be so excited by the curriculum that the teacher becomes an exciting person in the school
whether teaching the chemistry of the DNA molecule or (Voltaire’s Candide).  Money is
not that important.   Good teachers often do not know what they earn.  They are astounded
that anyone would pay them to teach.”

John maintains we all have our teacher heroes but for some reason keep them hidden.

 Let’s get them out in the open.  


JOHN RICKER’S HEROES:  BIRNEY, UNDERHILL AND MACDOUGAL

WHO IS EARL BIRNEY?

A spider’s body
limp and hairy
appeared at the bottom of my coffee 
The waiter being Castilian
said passionately nothing
And why indeed should apologies
be made to me 
It was I who was looking in
at the spider
It might be years
before I slipped and drowned
in somebody else’s cup

Poet-tree

i fear that i shall never make
a poem slippier than a snake
or oozing with as fine a juice
as runs in girls or even spruce
no i wont make not now nor later
pnomes as luverlee as pertaters
trees is made by fauns or satyrs
but only taters make pertaters
& trees is grown by sun from sod
& so are the sods who need a god
but poettrees lack any clue
they just need me & maybe you 

From The Hazel Bough

I met a lady
on a lazy street
hazel eyes
and little plush feet 
her legs swam by
like lovely trout
eyes were trees
where boys leant out 
hands in the dark and
a river side
round breasts rising
with the finger’s tide 
she was plump as a finch
and live as a salmon
gay as silk and
proud as a Brahmin 
we winked when we met
and laughed when we parted
never took time
to be brokenhearted 
but no man sees
where the trout lie now
or what leans out
from the hazel bough

The Bear On The Delhi Road

Unreal tall as a myth
by the road the Himalayan bear
is beating the brilliant air
with his crooked arms
About him two men bare
spindly as locusts leap 
One pulls on a ring
in the great soft nose His mate
flicks flicks with a stick
up at the rolling eyes 
They have not led him here
down from the fabulous hills
to this bald alien plain
and the clamorous world to kill
but simply to teach him to dance 
They are peaceful both these spare
men of Kashmir and the bear
alive is their living too
If far on the Delhi way
around him galvanic they dance
it is merely to wear wear
from his shaggy body the tranced
wish forever to stay
only an ambling bear
four-footed in berries 
It is no more joyous for them
in this hot dust to prance
out of reach of the praying claws
sharpened to paw for ants
in the shadows ofdeodars
It is not easy to free
myth from reality
or rear this fellow up
to lurch lurch with them
in the tranced dancing of men

WHO WAS FRANK UNDERHILL?
Frank Underhill and the Politics of Ideas
Frank Underhill quotes: The real division in the world today is not between socialism and capitalism, it's between freedom and totalitarianism.
Frank Underhill (1889-1971) practically invented the role of public intellectual in English Canada through his journalism, essays, teaching, and political activity. He became one of the country’s most controversial figures in the middle of the twentieth century by confronting the central political issues of his time and by actively working to reform the Canadian political landscape. His propagation of socialist ideas during the Great Depression and his criticism of the British Empire and British foreign policy almost cost him his job at the University of Toronto. In Frank Underhill and the Politics of Ideas, Kenneth Dewar demonstrates how Underhill’s thought evolved from his days as a student at Toronto and Oxford, to his drafting of the Regina Manifesto – the founding platform of the leftist Co-operative Commonwealth Federation – to his support of his long-time friend Lester Pearson’s Liberals in the 1960s. Not willing to be bound by partisan loyalties, his later shift toward the political centre dismayed many of his former allies. The various issues Underhill confronted, Dewar argues, were connected by the pioneering role he played as an intellectual and by his social democratic vision of politics. Dewar also reassesses Underhill’s historical work, focusing on how it differed from the new professional history practised by his younger colleagues. Intelligently written and thoroughly researched, Frank Underhill and the Politics of Ideas delivers important insights into twentieth-century political life and innumerable lessons for twenty-first century Canada. 
JUST MY THOUGHTS…BASED ON VERY LITTLE RESEARCH
For some Bizarre reason the word ‘socialism’ angers many Americans.  Perhaps because they associate socialists too closely with Stalinism
and the excesses of Soviet communism.   Half a century ago Isaac Deutscher said that political change can only come from the turbulence of
free thought in the United States.  I remember that.  Even if it seem unlikely today.
To listen to Trumpists the word socialism is akin to the ideas that are found in the  depths of evil.  Underfhill was a socialist
who became a Liberal.  For that he paid a price.  Seems to me that John Ricker took the same
path only did not have to pay the price of alienation.  John Ricker gets a thrill out of the freedom
of thought…does so with humour and joy…fears not the turmoil of ideas.  Revels in them as Underhilll
must have done.
WHY DO SOME PEOPLE CONSIDER SOCIALISM FRIGHTENING?  

Socialists choose cooperation to competition, and favour collectivism over individualism. The defining, value of socialism is equality, socialism sometimes being portrayed as a form of egalitarianism. Socialists consider that a measure of social equality is the essential assurance of social stability and cohesion, and that it supports freedom in the sense that it gratifies material needs and helps for personal development. The socialist movement has conventionally articulated the interests of the industrial working class, seen as systematically troubled or structurally disadvantaged within the capitalist system. The objective of socialism is to lessen or abolish class divisions.

WHO ARE MY HEROES?

“Alan, I thought this Episode was about John Ricker not Alan Skeoch.”  :
“Good point Marjorie”
“Then why continue?”
“Because I would just like to give my heroes a good airing.”
“Boring, Alan…drifting into boredom”
“You might be right we seem to be living in an anti-heroic time where humans that were
once leaders have their statues desecrated with paint and their figures decapitated.”
“You know something, Alan, you might have hit on something. We all have heroes 
but rarely say so.”
“That is the point John Ricker made.”
“Just who are your heroes?”

(If you do not want to read about my heroes then start listing your own herroes>)


I am such a shallow person …no great depth of political insight like Ricker.  A child of the
1950’s.  Part of a generation of undeserved wealth earned by the fires of the Great Depression
and the sacrifices of so many lives in a war soon to be a footnote.

I have a lot of heroes.

In elementary school there were two.  Miss Sharpely who loved us  and Mr. Hambly who
made earth science come alive.  He hung a huge wasps nest in his room to which some fired
paper clips from elastic bands.  But meant no disrespect.

In secondary school there were more
Evan Cruickshank
Roberta Charlesworth
Maida Schroeder
Duncan Green
Fred Burford
Wally Little

In the university of Toronto there were heroes of a different sort
Marcus Long , philosopher…
Marjorie Hughes, open arms, open heart…made me a lucky man
Dr. Norman Paterson, geophysicist who made science exciting 

Voltaire, Steinbeck, Michener, Kant, Rousseau and a host of others not least of
which was Eric Fromm’s book  The Sane Society.  Somewhere in the book
Fromm argued that everyone should get the same wage. Then people would
choose careers they love rather than careers that paid the most money.  And we 
would be a happier people.
When I said that to my friends they thought I was nuts.

and later in post grad

John Ricker
Andrew Lockhart
Desmond Morton
Phyllis Morgon

If I had to choose one high school mega hero, it would be Evan Cruickshank.  Although
I never noticed it at the time “Crooky” taught me to think for myself
with three little words  “I don’t know,”  I was not a person that devoted 
myself to homework.  Skipped doing it whenever I could which was
often.  I meant no disrespect to my teachers.  There just was not enough
time to do everything…sports, dancing, dating girls, reading for pleasure, earning
a little money.  So I skipped homework and accepted the odd detention
for doing so.  One detention was memorable.  Roberta Charlesworth
kept me after school to serve a detention in her room.  Seemed easier
to serve it in the girls gym where there were females in bloomers to look
at.  Roberta Charlesworth was the girls coach.  Next day she called me
to the front of the class…I always tried to find a middle seat…why did
she want me?  She promptly lifted me off the ground by my ear.  “When
you serve a detention with me you do it here in this room not in the girls gym.
I respected her as a teacher….one of my teacher heroes in spite of my
sore ear..


But “Crooky” takes  the prize with his simple “I don’t know”
technique.  I respected him.  Stood in awe of him at times.  His explanation
of Marxian socialism stays with me to this day.  

One day however I got up my nerve to ask him about some event
in history that intrigued me.  Crooky would surely know.  Bt he did not.
He even confessed “I don’t know” which sent me scurrying to the library
that evening just to help Crooky out.   Not to suck around. I did that
out of respect.   Later I discovered that his ‘I don’t know’ may have
been deliberate but I was never sure.  “Crooky” asked big time questions.
But he was also humble…open minded.

John Ricker became a hero as well.  He conveyed a deep love for
big questions.  The kind that start simply but lead to universal truths.
I was very sorry when I heard that John had become Dean of
the Faculty of Educaton.  That meant he would no longer be facing
down classes of new teachers.  Teaching.  I even told him so John could make us think
about history from many angles.  Made us realize we were taking on
a sacred trust by shaping young people.  He had respect.  Without
respect , as I mentioned, no solid teacher-student learning can occur.
One of his methods was similar to Crooky but different also.  When a 
student asked John a question there was often a pause…a dead silence 
in the room while John considered his answer.  In 1963 the silence was aided
and abetted by drawing on a cigarette and then reaching for his coffee cup.
Dead and total silence when he did that.   W were like the Israelites waiting
for Moses to bring word from on high.  And John consumed books like a
bull does ensilage with one different. The ideas in a good book went to
his brain and not his stomach.

Life takes curious twists and turns.  Most surprising of these twists and
turns is that both  Evan Cruickshank and John Ricker became good
friends.   Peers in the pursuit of knowledge.  Shapers of the minds
of students.  Both of them pushed me towards Parkdale Collegiate.
“If you teach at that school, you will never want to leave, Alan.”
So true.

NOW FOR THE CHALLENGE

Who are your heroes?




REMEMBER THE SODER IN THE COFFEE CUP?
WHO IS EARL BIRNEY?

A spider’s body
limp and hairy
appeared at the bottom of my coffee 
The waiter being Castilian
said passionately nothing
And why indeed should apologies
be made to me 
It was I who was looking in
at the spider
It might be years
before I slipped and drowned
in somebody else’s cup






WHAT IS THE BEST SCHOOL?  EASY TO ANSWER…THE BEST SCHOOL IS THE SCHOOL YOU ARE TEACHING IN TODAY…MAKE

IT THAT WAY.  NOT YESTERDAY’S SCHOOL OR TOMORROW’S SCHOOL.  THE SCHOOL YOU ARE TEACHING IN TODAY IS

BEST AND YOU HAVE A DUTY TO MAKE IT SO.



A LOT OF MY HEROES AT THE UIVERSITY OFTORONTO WERE ON OUR FOOTBALL TEAM….ABOVE
PIERRE TRUDEAU WAS A HERO

STAN ELLIS, MY FIRST PRINCIPAL WAS A HERO


SHIELA HAMBLETON WAS A VERY KIND AND SHARING HERO…LED BY EXAMPLE

HEROES IN MY LIFE CAME IN ALL KINDS OF SHAPES AND FORMS…TEACHERS AND STUDENTS. 








re EPISODE 402 :JOHN RICKER … HEROES IN OUR LIVES EPISODE 402 WLL BE DELAYED

RE  EPISODE 402:  JOHN RICKER … HEROES IN OUR LIVES   EPISODE 402  WLL BE DELAYED

Hi John (Wardle)

Castlefield Institute,
august 2021


RE:  HEROES IN OUR LIVES


This story will be slow in coming because when JOHN RICKER edited my speech in 1980’s he revealed
so much about himself…about John Ricker.. that I must follow the evidence to Earl Birney and Frank
Underhill…two heroes of Ricker’s that I have never known.  Reveals so much.
The theme is HEROES IN OUR LIVES…think about it.  Our heroes reveal so
much about who we are, what we believe, our life journey.

For those of you who do not know John Ricker.  Please do not feel this episode is
peripheral to your lives.  It is not.  Recollections of heroes … personal heroes…says
so much about the essence of each of us.

Origin of the story comes from my discovery among the dust detritus of my files
a speech that I made long ago.  John Ricker edited the speech ruthlessly.  The
story HEROES IN OUR LIVES is the result of his edit.  Who is John Ricker?
He was a little kid in Great Depression…a high school valedictorian in 1942…a
rear gunner in a war where many of his friends died…a teacher of history…a receiver
of the Order of Canada…a friend.  A person who triggers thought.


So the episode will take more time.  Worth it.  And I must make the story readable
by people who have never heard of John Ricker.  

I send these comments as an explanation of the delay.

alan skeoch
august 2021

EPISODE 400 THE SHORT AND HORRIFIC LIFE OF GEORGE EVERITT GREEN, HOME CHILD , PART FOUR

EPISODE 400    THE SHORT AND HORRIFIC LIFE OF GEORGE EVERITT GREEN, HOME CHILD ,  PART FOUR


alan skeoch
August 2021


Each episode will include a picture of George Green


OLD OWEN SOUND COURT HOUSE

IMAGNE sitting in this court room while Dr. Dow described injuries to George Green


DOCTOR DOW DESCRIBES BODY OF GEORGE GREEN

Dr. Dow was asked to state the results of  his examination of the body of George Green. 
-He was “very much emaciated…extremely so,”  
-His skin as a palish while, bloodless, dirty like there had been
a coat of varnish on it.  
-“the skin of his nose looked like it had been taken off. “ 
-The outer edge of his left ear
had a full length scab.  
-There was a large scab on the left cheek covered by a scab, 
-a large bruise on the
lower surface of the chin, 
-an old wound below the right elbow, 
-the ends of the fingers were gangrenous 
– the bones of some finger were completely bared, 
-the left knee had several abrasions, 
-there was an ulcer
on the ankle about the size of a palm of a hand, 
-one foot was also gangrenous, 
-the left leg looked
like it had been scraped with the end of a rough sawed board. 
-abscesses on sole of the other foot with ulcer
on front, 
-bed sore the size of the Doctor’s and o the right hip, 
-spots on body which may have been
flea bites.

This list is hard believe.  It would be a good idea to read it twice.
 Had it not come from a trained medical doctor I would
have assumed the list was fake.   As events turned out the last entry led to
deeper insight into the life of George Green and also his tormentor.
Flea bites!   Not so.

It was suggested to the jury by defence witnesses  that George Green was the child syphilitic mother…and 
that George was syphilitic when h arrived in Canada.  His death therefore should
be expected.  Negative prejudices of city life by rural people was common.  Dr. Dow gave his professional opinion on this matter and went
on to suggest how George died.

QUESTION TO DR. DOW:  How did George Green die?

 I examined for syphilis and for scrofula (Tuberculosis)…did not find disease.
Did you ever in your life, either as a physician or otherwise. see a bedroom in as filthy stat?
I never did…it was about as fifty as anything I  have ever seen.
What was the cause of the wounds, marks and abrasions you saw on the body?
Direct violence
Do you think the wounds could have been accidental?
I don’t se how they could.

What  caused the death of George Green?
 Causes of death were many – the sleeping apartment, improper food, general way of living,
being abused from day to day and the wounds themselves particularly the condition
of the fingers and toes.  (gangrene)

Another doctor was then called to testify.  Dr. W.H. Scott was present when Dr. Dow performed
the most mortem on George Green.  He was cross-examined by defence lawyer Tucker in an
effort to establish that the boy was syphilitic hence the red spots on his body.  And the boy
was clumsy hence the abrasions on his body from frequent falls.

QUESTION:  Didn’t it strike you as peculiar that the fleas would take bites in regular place equals
distance from each other?
ANSWER: I didn’t say they were directly regular.
Pretty nearly said the bites were in marching order feasting off the boy as they went along.
Perhaps they were not external bites at all.

Then Mr. Tucker called another doctor , Dr.Lang who testified he bites were not flea bites
because  the bites extended deep below the skin to the bone,  


WITNESSES WHO TESTIFIED


Here are some of the comments made by neighbours and farm workers

LAURIE FERGUSON to MR. MACKAY

“Where do you live?
North Keppel, about a mile and three quarters from Miss Findlay’s.
Did you know George Teen?
by eye sight
Did you see anything as to how she used him?
No
Did you hear her say anything as to how she used him?’
Yes, in the harvest time she said she made him sleep wit the pigs because he misbehaved in his bed.
She put him out two nights with the pigs and when he would not promise not to do it anymore she him out two more.

DOCTOR BARNARDO 

From England DR Barnardo responded with heated indignation to the suggestions that George Green was both
imbecilic and syphilitic.  He cited the results of the British medical examination given before
George boarded the Parisian for Canada.  He said the children sent to Canada were
the cream of his rescue mission.

DAVID GUNSON

Where do you live?
Keppel
What is your business?
Blacksmith
What kind of lad was George Green?
He was a quiet boy, rather a mannerly little fellow, as far as talking is concerned.
Were you present at the Findlay farm on the 11h of October”
(Yes) It was a cold day and she said she sent Mary Brown up to make supper and sent the boy
to warm himself and go and get the cows.  Mary Brown made a pot of mush (made with bran and flour)
and fried a pan of potatoes and then she went out to he barn to help Miss Findlay clean up the barn floor.
When Miss Findlay came in the  she asked ,  “Who the hell is in here?” 
The boy came out and she she got a stick or kicked him and the boy fell over and she jammed  the pail together.
Smashed the pail?
Yes
Did  she say she kicked him?
Yes and second time kicked at him and he upset the swill pail.
Did she give an reason for doing this?
Yes.  she said when she went into the the boy “had eaten all the potatoes and damn near all the mush.

JAMES HUSBAND

Where do you live, Mr. Husband?
Kemble, sir
How far do you from Miss Findlay?
I suppose three miles.
What was George Green doing the last time you saw him on Nov. 8?
Unloading wood out of wagon.  I was coming and Saw her beat the boy with a stick the size of a chair leg,
about three feet long.
Hard blows or not?
I should say pretty hard blow.
If that stick turned out to be an axe handle, would that be reasonable chastisement even if he deserved it?
No
Was there anything the matter with the boy when you saw him?
I saw blood on his nose.
What part of his nose?
Across the bridge.

(Apparently George Green did not throw the firewood far enough from the wagon and Helen
Findlay had to pick them up and throw the wood to the fence.)

NORMAN MCLEOD

Where do you live?
North Keppel – farm
Did you ever see George Green go about his work there?
I have seen him getting the cows, bring them down from the high rock field and I have seen him milk
five cows and carry the milk up the rock.
Is that an easy task?
It is not.  There is just a path blasted out of the rock for the cattle to get up and down and the precipices
are almost perpendicular, it was just blasted so cattle can get up and down and it is very steep and it its
quite a distance to carry milk.

(MR. Tucker cross examined Norman McLeod who said “I don’t think the boy was very sensible or smart 
of intellect)

BABARA HORNE

Where do you live, Mrs.Horne?
AT North Keppel, next farm to Miss Findlay
What kind of boy was George Green when you first saw him?
A healthy looking boy.  He looked clean and well dressed.
Any sign of disease?
I didn’t notice any.
Did you see him eating there?
I saw him once.
When?
At his breakfast.
About the end of August.
Eating with others or alone.
Alone
What time?
Nine O’clock.
What was he eating?Porridge.  It looked to me like bran porridge with just enough flour to hold it together.
Was there anything else to eat?
Just brown bread on the table.
Did you see anything of Miss Findlay’s treatment of the boy?
No
Did you hear her say anything…with reference to her treatment of him?
Yes, I have often heard her say things.  She said if he didn’t work she would stick the pitch fork in him. I heard
her scolding I’m…yelling at him.  I heard her halfway across the field.
Did you see the boy much after he went to Miss Findlay’s?
Yes, he came over to our place sometime in October.  He just had on an old pair of pants and I think the
jersey that the boys have when the boys come from the Barnardo Home and he was bare-footed and bare-
headed and it was raining….a cold, cold day
Was there any signs of sickness or skin disease then.
None then, no.
I want to know if you can tell me anything Miss Findlay said as to how she used him, or as to what she had done
and what he said when she did then?
she told me about striking him sometimes in one way and he said “Oh, please stop.” and she told that was great fun.
Did you consider the food was fit to at.
I don’t think it was fit for a working boy to eat.
Would you like to eat it?
No.


CROSS EXAMINED BY MR. TUCKER

I suppose you will stick to it that this was bran porridge?
Certainly
You have enlarged on it a this time.  At the prior investigation you said it looked like bran porridge and now 
today you say it was bran porridge with enough flour to keep it together.
You didn’t give me a chance.
Of course you thought it was a very unChristian thing to treat a boy that way, threatening to stick the pitch fork
in him?
Why, of course I thought that.
And at the same time you were going backwards and forwards in a friendly manner?
Not very often.
And you never thought it proper for some kind of objection to be raised? Y ou never spoke to her about it,
never complained to her?
I told her when she first got him she should send him back, he was not a suitable boy for her.
Why not?
I didn’t think he could do the work, she was always complaining about him every time she spoke to me.
Why could he not do her work?
Well, I thought he could but she said not.  I saw him loading hay and saw him hitching the horses to he wagon.
You never said to her about the manner in which she was treating him, that is so is it not?
Well,  don’t think Miss Findlay would’ve taken it from me.

The lawyers MacKey and Tucker cross examined witnesses aggressively even using contradictory statements
made by husbands and wives as with the Hornes.  At stake was the life of Helen Rose Findlay.  Canada, in 1895
still practised capital punishment.  If convicted then the hangman could be called.  Mr. Tucker tried to convince the
jury that George Green died of natural causes.   Mr. Mackay wanted a conviction for murder.

MR. W. H. HORNE  (examined by Mr. Mackay)

Where do you live?
Near Big Bay
How far from Miss Findlay?
The next farm.
Across the road or alongside?
Alongside.
How far apart are the houses?
About 3/8 to 1/2 mile
What kind of lad was he?
Fairly healthy, average size for a 15 year old boy. Taller than the general run of Home Boys at that age.  Not so
stoutly as Keppel boys.
Did you see him at any kind of work that would test his strength?
Yes, a few days after he arrived Miss Findlay brought over some grain to my fanning mill and he turned the mill
while grain was being cleaned.
What kind of fanning mill is it?

Here are a few pictures of the same kind Chatham fanning mill as described,  Kids Molly and Jackson
seem to be enjoying themselves.  George Green was not as enthusiastic


A Chapman (Chatham?) with bagger attached.
He appeared from that to have average strength.
I should say average strength.
Did you see him frequently after that during the summer?
Yes.
He was dressed as a rule?
Sometimes not very well dressed but I didn’t think anything of that in the summer when it was warm…Later, when
it was colder I thought the boy hadn’t enough warm clothes on.  He looked blue and cold in the fall.


Digging potatoes with single horse and potato plow 

Do you remember an occasion on which you were digging potatoes?
Yes, sometime late in October.
Did you see Miss Findlay that day?
I heard the boy cry and thought I heard a blow and I looked to see what was the matter.  They were working in
the barley field.  Miss Findlay had a fork in her hand and the boy was trying to get away from her and she 
was scolding him and following with the fork in her hand.
What were they doing?
Hauling in barley, but their crop was very late.
Was she close enough to strike him?
I think she was about the length of a fork handle away when I saw her. I have heard her scolding him often around
the house and the barn,  sometimes in the field.

You were over at the house the day after the boy had died?
The night before, after she came home from town.
What condition was the bed in?
It was dirty.  I think some clothes had been used in the stable because there was marks on them and they looked
as if  they  had been…and I suppose some of the clothes was soiled by the boy himself lying in the bed.


NOTE:   Witness after witness testified that Rose Findlay abused George Green.  She said she went to town
to get medical help the night he died which may or may not have been true.  Miss Findlay was having trouble
managing the farm….late harvest of barley and potatoes, need to sell most of her milk to local cheese factory
raised doubts about care of animals.   Lack of food in the house and regular meals of bran mush was another
indication.

MR. HORNE (Cross examined by Mr. Tucker for defence)

You don’t pretend to say that the boy was fat and strong?
No, sir, I would not say he was a rugged boy
You don’t pretend to say Miss Findlay struck him that day in the harvest field?
I didn’t see her.
In what condition were his hands and face?
They were very dirty very often.
There was nothing very extraordinary about his turning that fanning mill a few minutes?  It was no test of strength?
It would have been if he had continued at it.  It is hard work for me to run it right alone.
Turning half a bag of grain through it, that would not amount to anything?
There are six or seven bags, but they were not very full.  About a bushel and a half in each bag.
Do you know if Miss Findlay assisted him?
Perhaps she did.   I didn’t stay there.

Did you ever notice his habit of walking?
Yes,  I didn’t think he was a very good walker, he took a long stride but I thought he was not a smart walker…not
very smart on his feet..
He was humpbacked?
No, I should say round shouldered and carried his head forward.
His mouth was also drawn to one side?
A little.
And his lower jaw projected more than the upper?  You are the first witness to admit that his mouth was drawn
to one side.   He was cross eyed also. right?
His face being drawn around I would not be sure whether he was, but had the appearance of being cross eyed.
Did you know he was left handed?
No sir.
You didn’t know that?
Left handed men used to be the best in olden times.

MR. MAcKAY

You say he seemed to be clumsy on his feet.  Did you know he was absolutely blind in one eye?
No sir.
Would that account for his awkwardness?
It just might.
Suppose he was blind in one  eye and short sighted in the other?
I think it would.  And I think that is why he walked with his head down.

END OF EPISODE….COULD THE TREATMENT GET ANY WORSE?

Picture of Big Bay not far from the Findlay Farm.