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Lethbridge Herald, The (Newspaper) - August 22, 1970, Lethbridge, Alberta Margaret Luckhurst Saturday, August 22, 1970 THE IETHBRIDOE HERA1D 5 Hang On Mother, Only A Few Days Left J7ACH year when the fall school terra begins, most mothers of school age children have to fight a wild inclination to run up the flag in celebra- tion. At last we'll have a clean kitchen for a change, we say to ourselves; now we can take a little afternoon nap without the screen door slanrr.ing fifty times letting in all the neigh- borhood kids to watch car- toons! Contrary to thi opinion of many school administrators, it's not that we share a secret ambition to dump our maternal obligations on school staff, nor do we harbor parental rejec- tion of our progeny; In fact we love them dearly. But we do get sick and tired of having the kids underfoot for two solid months, and if psychologists want to analyse that statement let them hop to it. As a matter of fact, the kids get equally sick of hanging around with little organization to their lives. "What'll I do now, is a whine heard throughout every child en- dowed household at least once a day, and after Mum patient- ly lists all the obvious interests available which very often get turned down, there is but one answer she has left. "Get lost." This reply is highly frowned on by Ilg and Gesell and even Dr. Spock, but then they don't have to deal with the problem except ss a clinical matter, and that's an entirely different situation. When I was a younger moth- er with several children who made Freshie countless times a day during the heat of the summer, I didn't object so much to the sugar gritting on the linoleum as I did to the aimlessness of children, partic- ularly late in the afternoon when all then- routine activities had been pursued to the limit for that day. Groups of them, like bands of brigands slunk from one house to the other, looking for something to do. If the" couldn't find anything con- structive or destructive (they weren't especially partisan) they were content to eat what- ever they could scrounge from the mother on the spot, or lack- ing that authority, whatever could be filched from the fridge or cupboards. I'm convinced great numbers of kids eat their way through summer holidays, like moths in an attic trunk. When our children were this age, we lived close to Montreal iu a new suburb literally swarming with kids. In our short block alone, there were some forty children under 10 years, of age. Delivery vans dreaded driving down our street for fear of running down one or more small fry, like ants under a steam roller. Pedes- trians ran an obstacle course through bikes, trikes, wagons, doll carriages and all the ap- purtenances of childhood. When church organizations and community activities were in full swing, the kids were kept pretty busy, but in the off- season which unfortunately coincided with summer Holi- days, there just wasn't all that much to do to keep them oc- cupied for two months. Oh, there were day camps held at intervals for children of speci- fied ages, and there was the regular two week vacation Bible school which little girls enjoyed and little boys endured because it gave them a splen- did opportunity to drive a few more volunteers crazy. Apart from these yearly events and Daddy's two week annual holiday, the days were long and hard to put in for mother as well as the kids. Tree forts of course, were built into every available tree so that each yard contained at least one and there were al- most as many forts as car- ports. Little girls built tents with blankets draped over clothes lines, and little boys amused themselves by teasing the girls into screaming fits and tearing tire tents down. A game of rootin' tootin' cowboys and Indians, took place at an appointed time every afternoon without fail and the whole area for an exhausting two hours be- came a miniature Dodge City. In every street situation where children abound, there are always those little ring- leaders who have an affinity for inventing nefarious schemes to keep things lively, and the seven-year-old Morgan twins were well in the lead for this honor. The August they specialized in systematically filling all our cars' gas tanks with sand was a minor infrac- tion compared with some. That they survived to grow up is a credit to the great patience of all the neighbors, and a testi- mony to the faith of their fran- tic mother who was only half- heartedly convinced that the kids were not rotten clear through. At this lime Home and School Associations were enjoying 1m- mense support and popularity, although I suspect more from the home than from the school. Pa-ents (even large numbers of fathers) atte'ided meetings regularly, engaging in discus- sions on the familiar philoso- phy behind the Dick and Jane reader and that sort of thing. Mrs. Morgan was an active member of the executive and with the daily trials of her ac- tive boys having to be dealt with and lived through, she was encouraged to enter into a campaign to reduce school hol- idays from two months to one. She wasn't about to do away with the remaining month alto- gether, but suggested it be added to traditional yearly holidays, a week here, a few days there. She had even done some homework on Iho subject, quoting other countries which operate their schools on this basis, and, assuming there is a universality about children, based her arguments on her findings. To say that she was unani- mously supported by mothers in the community is an under- statement. She had people lining up at her kitchen door waiting for the privilege of signing their names to the peti- tion. The Home and School As- sociation also joined the rank and file of supporters, and it looked like a sure thing. But the wheels of progress, as such we thought it to be grind slowly even in the seemingly fast-paced educa- tional system, and while it would he nice to say that the local school board and sctaol officials themselves were be- hind us all the way, this was not the Indeed, teachers held their own little meetings, formulating their policy on their resignations, and that sort of thing. One board member resigned in a huff because she had signed the petition and was castigated by her con- freres. Speeches were made for and against the idea of parents, school authorities, and even grandmas who had to babysit kids while mothers worked. But it came to naught. After a few heady weeks of excitement the petition was set down by the school board as being un- realistic and irrelevant to the times. This decision cooled, for- ever the enthusiasm of some ardent Home and Schoolers and confirmed for a few un- sympathetic teachers the be- lief that.mothers generally are a lazy lot. Today when my grandchil- dren are firmly disciplined by their parents I'm tempted to utter the old platitude my mother quoted to me so often. "Enjoy them while they are little, it's such a start time." I know all I'd get in reply would be a blank, disbelieving stare that would say, "like a hundred years Ready And Waiting Phofo by Bryan Wilson Book Revieiv Saga Of Pioneer Endurance Journey Fantastic: With the Overlanders to the Cari- boo by Vicky Metcall (Hyer- son Press, I53p, CTORIES OF outstanding physical endurance are al- ways fascinating, particularly for Canadians when they have to do with the development of their country. This little book is typical of the hardships pioneer Canadian women endured in or- der to keep their families to- gether. It recounts in detail the in- credible feat performed by Catherine Schubert, who along with her adventurous husband and their three small children, join a group of 'overlanders' hot on the pursuit of new found gold at the west coast. .Catherine had felt quite set- tled on their little farm at Fort Garry until a boat load of pros- pectors arrived and infec ted her husband with gold fever. Augustus was determined to join the group and try his luck at instant riches, but Catherine would not hear of being left behind. Thus begins a saga of endurance through scorching prairies, soggy marshes, and unbroken trails to be faced with the worst ordeal of all; cross- Fighting Frustration "The Conquest of Frustra- by Dr. Maxwell Maltz, and Raymond C. Parker (Grosset and Dunlap, 217 pp. paperback) from people who bother you. "Are you wasting time with peo- ple who add nothing to your" liv- he asks, "who contri- bute nothing to your happiness? Then get rid of them and culti- vate a close relationship only ing the Rocky Mountains. To add to the hazard of the trip, Catherine, the only woman in the 200-man party is already pregnant with her fourth child. She manages however to con- ceal her condition beneath the engulfing robes of the day. The cavalcade set off in late May, 1862 and was made up of 97 Red Hiver carts, oxen, horses, cows, 200 men, one wo- man and three children all un- der four years old. For the first few weeks the party averaged good mileage, about 15 miles a day and were blessed with fine weath- er, lots of wild game and ex- cellent spirits. However as August arrived, bringing chilly nights, heavy rains and a scar- city of food caused by long dis- tances between trading posts, some of the impossibilities of their goal became frightening- ly apparent. But they didn't give up. When the party finally Finally the party is forced to break up, some proceed down the Thompson river on rafts fashioned from ox-carts. Cath- erine and her party elect to continue overland. At last, five months after they had set out, near death and with Catherine about to bear her child, they are rescued by a party of In- dians and taken to Kamloops where they receive kindly care and are restored to health. Although this book is inter- esting to read as a documen- tary it is not especially excit- ing in spite of all the close- calls and devastating experi- ences. Perhaps from the cal- lous viewpoint of the cross-Can- ada traveller today, repetitious- ness of events could have been minimized without losing their impact. Then too, while one ad- mires Catherine's determina- tion and bravery it is only sensible to question her judg- ment in inflicting herself and three small children into a dan- nf vate a ciuse reiauonsmp oniy vvnea uie party iiiiauy TJH. Maltz, co-author of this the who brinpg raealf. reaches Edmontoni the nuns at gerous situation, hnnk nas alreaov mane a ._____ ._ ____ cnitjs nt book has already made name for himself through an earlier book titled Psycho-Cyb- ernetics, while Dr. Barker has won certain accaim for his book the Power of Decision. Not hav- ing read either of these, I ftink I'm at a little disadvantage in not knowing more about the background of cybernetics and the psyche. As a matter of fact, I don't really know what psycho-cyber- netics is, or are, whichever, and I couldn't find a definition of the term in any handy home dic- tionary. Added to tlu's, I am a singularly unfrustrated female, (except when attempting to track down definitions) so that the minor irritations I come across do not possess me, or de- stroy my self image. For this reason, I am perhaps not a wise choice to review a book of this nature. I realize however, that many people have to deal with dis- appointments, discouragement and disillusionment in no small degree every day of their lives. Some are able to rise above their, woes, others, because of dispos i t i o n, circumstance or both, become defeated some- times to the point of self-de- struction. Whether the prescription for conquering frustration as offer- ed in this book will help anyone is a debatable point. Dr. Barker states that one way to ease frustration is to keep away ing and pleasure into your day- to day living have ended my duty trips to relatives and to old friends of Mother's. They keep coming to New York and you don't know how busy I can be when I get the name over the telephone-----" As against this self centred- ness we have this contradiction from Dr. Maltz goodness sake, seek out activities that make you happy, some -sport, some hobby that you can like for light hours of the day that are yours. And another point to remember. Help others. It can be a glorious rewarding exper- ience." Throughout the book runs the thread of an earlier counsellor, Dr. Norman Vincent Peale, in his Peace of Mind theory. Even the steps as outlined seem to be an updated, rethinking of Peale's philosophy. The thing is, of course, for some people needing a little en- couragement to beef up their sense of worth, these superfi- cial suggestions can and do help, as was witnessed by the popularitj, for a time, of Peal- ism. However, people with real, agonizinf frustrations will find the message in this book just a little too pat, with a little too much inner directedness which in the long run, might serve to make them only more introspec- tive than would he helpful, MARGARET LUCKHURST. the mission try to persuade Catherine to remain with them and allow her husband to con- tinue unhampered, but she would have none of that. They proceed, slugging their way through bush and rocky ter- rain, losing stock down preci- pices, sacrificing oxen when food was needed, and when they were gone, turning to eat- ing boiled moss to prevent starvation. In spite of these niggling opinions how ever, one does have to reflect with awe on the invincible spirits of people like the overlanders. When at last they do arrive at the Cariboo to find the stories of gold wild- ly exaggerated, they turn un- daunted to other fields of en- deavor without so much as an expressed regret. Truly they were a remarkable breed. MARGARET LUCKHURST )uestion Of Witchcraft "The Truth About Witch- by Hans Holzer, (Dou- bleday, 254 pages, WITCHES, goblins, spooks and the like have long fas- cinated those who hear about them. They've frightened man for an even longer period, but in western man, at least, the ir- rational fear is a thing of the past. But in the mist obscured vales of Transylvania, who knows what the natives think? Or believe? Holzer takes a reasonably ser- ious approach to Ihe question of witchcraft. He takes it as a re- ligion; a religion that mocks no other faith, but a religion that does not include in its service any element even remotely sim- ilar to actual Christian practice worship. Witches (they're all the males are warlocks) carry brooms, but for a reason. The broom is the witch's symbol of position as a woman it de- notes domestic order, cleanli- ness and is or was the main tool of Uie housewife. The title appears to be some- what misleading. There very probably is much truth in what Holzer has to say, but it's not the whole truth. He holds back (or doesn't have) the key information that supposedly allow witches to do their thing. Ceremonies are de- scribed, but lie stops short be- fore the actual c i m a x ap- proaches. In short, Holzer explains what witches are (in his and what they can do. But as to why, that's any- body's guess including, prob- ably, Hans Holzer. NICK VAN RYN. Focus on the University By J. W. FISHBOURNE Priorities ACCORDING to Bartlett it was an un- identified Quaker who first said "All the world is queer save me and thee; and sometimes I think thee is a little queer." Bartlett may well be right; the diction docs have a Quakerish ring to it, and Quakers are known as charitable folk. I guess I am not that charitable, because I find myself thinking that people are not just "a little but down-right crazy. And that scares me. Of course many of us are scared, and of many different things. We're scared of war, and especially scared of war with atomic and nuclear weapons. People are scared of pollution, violent crime, of racial strife, and a lot of other things. Who's re- sponsible for these? Man himself. Take the big bomb, for Instance. Man found Out how to release the titanic amounts of energy contained in atoms of matter. Energy is something vital to man in his day to day life, and he's always searching for new sources. This particular source, we are told, could supply all needs for energy for all time. So what did man do with this discovery? He made enough bombs to annihilate himself, and all living things along with him. Then, just to show how clever he is, he made another batch and then another, so that now hecan kill himself off twenty or thirty times over. He also makes factories. Nothing wrong with that. He wants the goods that the fac- tories will produce, and the wealth that comes with them. So he builds Ihem the kind that spew out effluents that poison his environment and suffocate himself. Man is pretty good at making and doing and creating. Anything he really wants, or thinks he needs, he seems able to bring into existence. This would seem to indicate intelligence, which doubtless he has. I may not be much of a judge but I would imagine it takes quite a lot to unravel atoms and get to the moon, to mention only a couple of recent dramatic attainments. Even to the unqualified, these achievements seem to require something more than ambition and mechanical aptitude. All right, we'll agree that man has in- telligence. But he does some odd things. With an unlimited source of energy, which he claims is vital to his survival and pro- gress (whatever that means) he makes bombs. With fantastic industrial capacity and apparently limitless wealth, he pol- lutes the air he breathes, the water ha drinks, and the very land he lives on. With supreme desire for peace, lie fights con- tinuously. With unbounded respect for life, he kills wantonly. Over the years, we have developed ways of distinguishing between rational and ir- rational conduct, for determining when an intelligent person becomes insane. An in- dividual who commits or attempts to com- mit suicide, is generally taken to be of unsound mind. We make a similar judg- ment with respect to people who persis- tently, and without apparent reason, act in a matter dangerous .to themselves and others. By due process of law, we find such individuals as "dangerous to be at large" I think that's the phrase and lock them up. So where does that leave Man, this fel- low juggling his atomic bombs, fighting his savage wars, strewing filth all over Ms en- vironment? Wouldn't you say he's crazy? Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you see it) there isn't anyone around to lock him up. More to the point, there doesn't seem to be much in the way of treatment, or anyone to prescribe or ad- minister it. There may be a little hope. For cen- turies, teachers and preachers and philoso- phers have speculated that if man were more enlightened, if he knew a little more about himself and the world he lives in, ha might behave more rationally. Perhaps tliis means that if we were better edu- cated (note the word is better) we might learn to act sanely. Maybe that's why we spend nearly as much on education as we do on booze. The Voice Of One -By DR. FRANK S. MORLEY The Possibilities We Inherit theme of. ten thousand speeches and articles this month has been that of "the possibilities we the satis- faction of man's material needs, the mas- tery of the physical universe, the demo- cratization of culture and goods, the self- understanding man gains through psycho- analysis, and the inevitability of freedom and law. Yet through all the brave words ran tremors of fearful nervousness. One recalls that the Roman Empire was said by historians to have died from a failure of nerve. After all few nations have long survived their most stunning military vic- tories. When one reads the letter of St. Paul to the church in Rome, the same dreadful, de- structive features are all too evident in the United States, Britain, and Canada. Homo- sexuals are respectable and accepted, inarching to the White House to demand their rights. Fornication and adultery have become a way of life, the courts have made opponents of pornography a laugh- ing-stock, and nudity, sadism, vulgarity, and immorality are synonyms for being modern. The spirit of anarchy, of lawless- ness, runs rampant, and violence has be- come the first article of the creed of con- temporary barbarism. Flagpoles are chopped down, memorials desecrated, the streets are no longer safe for people, and the parks are full of menace. In the mood of the new license women are turning from their natural functions as mothers and homemakers, deserting their post in civilization, creating untold psych- ological havoc and wreaking frightful damage to children, setting up an unna- tural order in family, society, business, public life. Science has been taken captive by the military, .the American Supreme Court has lost its judicial reputation and capabilities, turning itself into a legislative body, a wedge for radicalism. The Mafia is far more powerful than any gangs oi the twenties, their tentacles reaching out into all areas of the economy and political life of the United States and even up into Canada. The corruption of language, a destruc- tion of the very heart of a culture because it destroys communication, destroys primary mark of a civilized human being, can be observed any day in the Depart- ment of Education where teachers are train- ed. The corruption of law can be seen in "preventive now creeping into American police methods along with other menacing disregard for due process of law. Then what happens to freedom? Newspapers, television, and other news media are threatened by politicians in high places as an atmosphere of intimidation, more deadly to human life than the smog of the cities, strives to stifle criticism. Wiretapping and credit spies destroy pri- vacy, but in any case the private indivi- dual is suspect. Unions are in contempt of court, teachers are in contempt of edu- cation and their pupils, preachers are in contempt of then: Gospel, catering to every appetite of sensationalism, and the pupu- lace is in contempt of those authorities which hold to the highest ideals and tradi- tions of mankind. The ghastly war in Vietnam, entered into by stealth and subterfuge, destructive of an innocent people in the name of freedom and democracy, has brought America into disrepute throughout the world. Little won- der if her hands are trembling as she fearfully looks to possible war in the Mid- dle East, desperately tries to stop a run- away inflation, the economy crumbling, the air and water polluted, youth in de- risive rebellion or victims of drugs, and military power and armaments increasing until men see looming the specter of the nemesis of "the strong man armed." Dan- iel P. Moynihan gloomily sees the Ameri- can people in a dance of death. Such fatalism, such surrender to evil in society, need not for a moment be con- templated. The American dream of open diplomacy, of freedom secure from the terrors of a police state, of the right of every individual to equal opportunity, equal justice, and equal dignity as a per- son, is far from vanishing. What we need is a recall to the axiom that a nation sur- vives by faith alone. Men and women have to be recalled to holy places and holy ways, recalled from self-indulgence to self- sacrifice, recalled from the sensual to the spiritual. The stubborn fact is that the old axiom holds true! no rootage, no fruitage. Without such a return to faith it is in- credible that our civilization can survive. But such faith is not dead: it lives in countless thousands of hearts and inspires the noblest institutions. Above the traffic hear the voice. "Behold I have set before you life and death Why will you Doing His Thing By Dong Walker A cricket has taken up location just be- low our bedroom window. There he does his thing harping endlessly on the same rasping note. No doubt he is only obeying the territorial imperative but I devoutly wish he would become adven- turous and move on or experience a break- down in his noise-making equipment. As pacific I by nature and op- posed to wanton destruction, I confess that I am prepared to risk contradicting my- self and even upsetting the ecological bal- ance ever so slightly if ever I find that insect which I have tried to do unsuc- cessfully several times. It would all be done in the name of gal- lantry, of course. I hate to see my wife trying to go to sleep with her finger in her earl ;