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Lethbridge Herald, The (Newspaper) - July 14, 1973, Lethbridge, Alberta July U, THI UTHMIDOI HIRMD People of the South Chris Stewart Childhood training is never wasted The Voice Of One Advocates of early childhood education would find Mrs. Alice Adshead a shining ex- ample of the benefits of early training. She has retained the musicianship learned from her harpist father before the age of eight. Tinkling the ivories with the deftness of a concert pianist is a daily routine for this inter- esting woman who marks her 96th birthday, July 16. Seated at the Heintzman at the Edith Cavell Nursing Home she plays such catchy tunes as Under the Double Eagle and When Irish Eyes are Smiling, her nimble fingers lightly running over the keys as she embel- lishes her playing with runs and phrases all from mem- ory. "Let me hear a tune once and I've got says this spry, gentle woman who cred- its her training to her father, a featured player at Covent Gardens and London's Drury Lane theatre. Although with- out a piano for 60 long years she continues to play as if she had just graduated from the London conservatory. When she volunteered to play for me I expected a rather stumbling, jerky performance (considering her age) but to my astonishment this win- some, white haired lady, sit- ting erect and beautifully poised, executed her perform- ance in a professional manner without even glancing at the keyboord. Her ability left me dumbfounded. "The music my father taught me has stayed with me all thsse she explained, "just as his teaching me to say my prayers." Mrs. Adshead, nee Alice Levy, was born in 1887 in Kerne HiQ (part of London) in the days when it was custom- ary to see Queen Victoria, at- tired in her black bonnet, riding in the royal carriage down James street. Her father, 70 years of age when she was born, passed away when she was merely eight and her mother died when Alice was 14 leaving her in the care of an aunt and uncle. Her parents' early childhood training, es- pecially in music, was to for- tify sfnd beautify her life dur- ing the years when opportuni- ties for a musical exposure would be as remote as Mars. She married professional dancer James Stoddard in 1898, who although returning safety from the Boer War later developed a fatal chest condi- tion leaving her widowed with one young daughter. Facing the prospect of making a new Ufe she gladly accepted the kind invitation of her sister-in- law, Mrs. Joiner Long of Spring Coulee (whose a joiner in England, bad come out to Montana to his uncle and had acquired the name of his profession to distinguish him) to come out to Southern Alberta. She recalls, as if it were yesterday, her late-night arri- val in Spring Coulee in August, 1913 (when you could leave your trunk on the station plat- form for two weeks without fear of it being stolen) and being awakened at 4 a.m. next morning to help cook for eight hired men. Cooking became her chief occupation. The hired hands devoured her English meals with a swiftness that left her dizzy. Her succulent roasts and Yorkshire pudding brought obs and ahs and pleas for second helpings. A frequent dinner guest was handsome Frank Adshead, the dark-haired cowboy from Win- nipeg whose attractive mous- tache and flashing smile soon captivated the young British widow who accepted his invi- tation to teach her to ride. Fol- lowing a whirlwind courtship they were married in Leth- bridge on February 3. 1915. Her home on the Blood Re- serve where her husband served as stockman for the cattle firm of Gordon, Ironside and Farris, was a far cry from her well appointed London residence and served as a haven for cowboys and RCMP force members requiring an overnight stopping place on their trips through the south. She recalls her relief when the taounties, upon entering her home, unhitched their guns, setting them carefully it) her kitchen corner. (The thought of Motmtie relaxing in a chair with a gun in his bolster both- ered her.) Her initial encounter with a Moantie was humorous. An- swering her door to a uniform- ed policeman she was relieved to learn be had not called to arrest her husband, as she first suspected, but had called by to steep for the night. Her intro- duction to the Blood Indians was equalV surprising. She re- calls welcoming a young Blood one afternoon who sat speech- less for four long hours until her husband arrived when he suddenly jumped to his feet with, "Do you want me to break in your The stunned Mrs. Adshead soon learned that long silent peri- ods were common with these people who were to become her lifelong friends. "Were the cowboys ever un- I asked. "Never-not she answered emphatic- ally. "I have never seen a cow- boy who didn't treat a woman like a lady." "She claims then- refinement showed through the "accepted" cowboy exterior with many of them reared in British and European homes where music and literature had been emphasized. At so- cial gatherings these seaming- ly "rough" men would play ex- cerpts from Tchaikovsky, sing ballads and recite Burns with a finesse acquired during their earlier years. The Adshead children, Frank and Frances, named after their impeccable "gentleman cowboy" father (who insisted en wearing a white shirt and tie, even while out on the dusty range, and who had an aver- sion for cowboy boots) were born in Cardston where the family had moved to be closer to schools. It was here this cowboy's wife was frequently requested to perform as a pianist and vocalist. When the family moved to the Charlie Furman ranch near Vauxhall (reputed to be the first ranch to bring Arabian horses to Al- berta) she was given a huge community send-off and pre- sented with a parting gift. "How did you adjust to the sparse settlement of Southern Albsrta after your upbringing in I asked this cow- boy's widow. "I'll admit I was lonely for London at first, es- pecially when I looked out on the unending plains, but I couldn't afford to go back to England, so I just contented myself." Moving was something Mrs. Adshead took in her stride. She was faced with two choices either to stay on alone with her children while her husband moved on to more lucrative ranch positions or pick up her belongings and move (via horse and buggy) along with him. She generally chose the latter. They lived on ranches at Milk River, Monarch, Ma- grath and near Vauxhall as well as renting the old Charlie Krouger-farm on the Oldman River banks west of Leth- bridge where acres of alfalfa were swept away HI the spring freshet despite attempts to strengthen the banks with discarded tires. Frank 'Ads- head could remember, back in 1908, when the Krouger home had stood at least a mite back from the river but constant eiosion had brought it within a .stone's throw of the old dwell- ing. The Adshead children at- tended the one room brick school (which Mrs. Adshead hopes will be preserved as a landmark) located near the present U L campus. They used river water for drinking with husband Frank insisting on placing a cactus in the jug for sanitary purposes. "A cowboy in those days worked for a mere per month, plus board and room with women earning as little as per month and beginning their day at 4 a.m. That's afi I earned when I came out to Spring Mrs. Adshead recalls. While in West Lethbridge Mrs. Adshead enjoyed winter visits from Indian friends who crossed the frozen Oldman River. She would invite them for Christmas dinner and send them home with treats wrap- ped in. their Indian blankets. Dependent on husband Frank for transportation, she was an infrequent visitor herself. Frank would sometimes forget he was transporting a gentle English lady and ride on at full speed with the wagon, carrying Mrs. Adshead, hurt- ling along behind. Though an accomplished rider, he refused to participate in (be Calgary Stampede even though he de- livered steers to Calgary for competitive purposes. As a cowboy's wife Mrs. Adshead experienced long, lonely periods when her hus- band would be herding cattle ai distant range points with no opportunity for contact be- tween them. "Were you ever worried about his I asked. "No, what gcod would it do? I busied myself with chores until I heard his distant horse hoofs approaching and then I breathed a sigh of relief that be was back again safely.'' It was during these years on the range Mrs. Adshead would have appreciated a piano and husband Frank wanted to get her one but with another move always pending plus the diffi- culty of transporting a piano via horse and buggy they-rea- soned such a purchase to be impractical. Instead she con- tented herself with the occa- sional opportunity to perform on a neighbor's piano. Retirement for husband Frank brought them to Leth- bridge. He turned in his horse for a broom when he accepted the janitorial position at the bombing and gunnery school at Kenyon Field but refused to hang up his beige Stetson. Air- men at the school from New Zealand, Australia and Britain would coax him unsuccessfully to let them try it on. Always a peacemaker, Mrs. Adshead refused to engage in arguments and wisely chose to remain silent if controversy arose. She abhorred gossip, often choosing to absent her- self from social events when she suspected gossiping would be the chief pastime. She re- fused to interfere in others' business and expected the same courtesy to be shown to her. Sine has never used face cream on her yiwfess complex- ion, never been to a beauty par- lor (except once at 14 when tor aunt made her have her hair Her hair has been softly waved, upswept at the rear end topped with a crown of tiny wringlets (which she daily fashioned herself until she, was She is the loving m'atri- arch of a five generation fam- ily including Mrs. F. C. See- man, whose husband is a butcher at Value Village, and Mrs. Elspeth Dippto (a daugh- ter from her first marriage) and one son Frank, a local bus driver, all of Letbbridge, six grandchildren, 10 great-grand- children and three great, great grandchildren. To hear this refined, talented lady reminisce is to learn that rigorous ranch life can never render as useless a rich cul- tural background. Instead her love of music and literature he'ped to temper the rough spots and bring beauty to drab days. To reach 98 with the zest possessed by Mrs. Adshead is to have weathered life's trials majestically. Instead of being soured by the years she has allowed them to refresh her and has mastered the knack of transforming them into a rhapsody of lavendar and lace. MRS. ALICE ADSHEAD Photo by Rick Enrin Book reviews Modern man searches for help "AU This and Christian too" by Dr. B. R. Bater (the United Church Publishing The author of this book, Dr. B. R- Bater, was until June, 1970, Professor of New Testa- ment Language and Literature, St. Andrew's College, Saskatoon. He is now the minister of Eg- lington United Church, Toron- to. Dr. Bater has written with courage and commitment, and the hope that it win help the church "with the central and constant problem of recogniz- ing, experiencing, and express- ing Jesus of Nazareth today." The book takes seriously mod- ern man's sense of bis humani- ty, yet recognizes that the full dimensions of humanness are seen in Jesus Christ. The author feels there is need for communication, the building of relationships, not only be- tween persons, but between peo- ples and nations. Since the dawning of the Renaissance, the period of rebirth, revival, and intense intellectual activity, there have been many who hare felt that there is no long- er need for faith in a higher guiding power. The result of. this has been increasingly evi- dent in the twentieth century. Man has walked the face of the moon, but his scientific prow- ess has progressed beyond his spiritual and moral advance- ment Despite this, many scien- tists have concluded that if even the most primitive tribes have found a need for, and comfort in, a higher how much more should modern man, with all his pressing prob- lems, begin to look for spiritual help in the solution of these problems. Dr. Bater discusses appar- ent Jack of satisfaction in ma- terial possessions, and the in- creasing number of school and social dropouts, who claim they are searching for help via Zen, hippiedom, or retreat to a wil- derness commune. There are others who seek to rediscover tbe body in rhythm and muscu- lar explosion through violent contortions of primitive danc- ing; there are still others who are seeking new avenues of in- ner space through the use of which may lead "to an odyssey of discovery full of apparitions and colors and sounds which no astronaut is likely to encounter, or it may unleash a bell full of demons." As with tbe men who went out to explore the New World, there are some who wfll. never re- turn. Just when alcohol and nic- otine have been proven to be deadly factors in tbe lives of many and we are confronted with the extreme use of drugs, governments across the nation have made drinking legal, pos- sible and profitable for vote getting at least for 18 year olds. Dr. Bater tells a story, writ- ten in 1909. which foretells the cave-man Ufe of the future. Peo- ple -had gone back to religion, but it was the worship of tbe machine. Communication was made by computer. Each per- son had his needs supplied in his own little cubicle air, food, light, and transportation. They said, "The machine is omnipotent, tbe friend of ideas." But one day the ma- chine stopped and with it hu- manity. People concerned about the rate of pollution agree that hu- man living is not an obliterated memory, or beyond recall. It may be menaced, but in some ways tbe very threat to its sur- vival has made the need for-a solution to the problem stand out emphatically, no longer as a possibility, but as a dire nec- essity. Dr. Baler's book is challeng- ing reading, which all interest- ed in methods of conservation, recycling, and spiritual rejuven- ation would do well to read. MARY B. PHARIS Of vireos and warblers "Alberta Vireos ud Wood Warblers" by W. Ray flhstrations by Lado C. E. Bogaert, forward by David A. SpaUing (Publication No.- 3 of the Mn- sena and Archives Alber- ta, printed by the Qveens Printer, EdaonUm, April 1973, 141 pages. 9 pages color flates, 31 maps, 10 charts. This book is one to be used essentially as an extension of Satt and Witts "Birds of Al- berta." Its particular value lies in tbe detail it offers in hab- its, distribution, migration and breeding of warblers and vir- eos in Alberta. Dr. Satt gives fascinating accounts of the nesting habits, behavior and song of each specks. The book is very valuable to the serious observer because of the de- tailed observations included. Dr. Salt has listed all evidences of each species in Alberta in- chiding spring and faD migra- tion dates so a local observ- er can check his own findings against those of others. A very useful supplement has been added a full series of illustrations by Edmonton art- ist Ludo Bogeart depicting fall plumages of warblers and vir- eos seen in Alberta complete with a listing of identifying field marks. This book would not be car- ried as a field guide but gather used as a reference to either aid in verification or to convince the observer he is seeing things! I found its chief charm lies in that it is written by a man who obviously loves the outdoors in general and birds in particualr, and this shows through in the way Dr. Salt treats his subjects not just as objects of scientific study but as fascinating cohabitants of our -world. Any bird watcher would find this book a most en- joyable as vrell as extremely useful addition to his library, HELEN SCHULEB -By. DR. FRANK MORIEY A horror story Murder, the English Daily Tele- graph, is "very American." Last year 000 Americans were murdered, which is 48 times the frequency of English, Ger- mans, and Japanese combined. Among the causes listed are easy access to guns, pov- erty, pressures of city living, drugs, and lenient courts. Then there is the casual acceptance of violence ih television and elsewhere "as American as apple pie." In a television documentary related by a de- tective m Denver, Colorado, where 'mur- ders have tripled in the past seven years, the owner mopped up blood while patrons continued to dance round the body as ths band kept on playing as if nothing unusual had happened. Much more of a horror story, however, is the prediction made by Dr. Vincent J. Fontana, chairman of a study on child abuse, that hi 1973 physicians would deal with a minimwti of 1.5 million cases of suspected child abuse and childhood deaths would result from maltreatment, while another half million would be per- manently injured physically or emotional- ly! The American Medical Association was told in a report that child battering is probably the most common cause of death among children! Not even car accidents cause more deaths. This monstrous abuse of helpless little ones constitutes the major indictment of our times. Children have been thrown downstairs, beaten with chains and wire, kicked, punched, burned, locked in clothes closets, had their arms and legs twisted, been smothered, and murdered or maim- ed in every conceivable and despicable way. It is a most sickening story. Under- neath the veneer of civilization many a par- ent has boiling inside a savage rage which breaks out especially under the influence of drink. It has little relation to culture, education, social class, religion, or race. The abuser may be talented, successful, a friendly neighbor, and in every relation- ship a courteous gentleman or lady. Most abusers are in their twenties or early thirties, but teen-agers also can be dread- fully cruel. Two 13-year-old boys recently raped a nine-year-old girl and threw her from a roof three stories high. A mother in hospital told me of her bitterness in sot having a girl and said of her son, "I hate-him' I just hate An older sis- ter, the moment she was out of of the mother, would pinch and beat her baby brother. Sibling battering is very common. Baby-sitters are a great hazard and it is astonish'! g hew parents will permit un- known persons to baby-sit their children. Only comparatively recently have chil- dren been protected by law. In Dickens' day they were exploited mercilessly in the mines and factories and inhuman beat- ing was tire rule in home and school. In the United States laws against animal abuse came before laws against child abuse, and lawyers used to plead that chil- dren were animals to get them some mea- sure of protection. Today a great many people, in revul- sion to child abuse, demand permissive homes and schools and discipline is thrown out the window. Lack of discipline is lack of cbiid care and is a real form of child abuse. Violent, angry abuse of chil- dren is the very opposite of discipline. Such abusers lack control over themselves as well as their children and nurture in their Aildren a culture of violence. Bestial and despicable treatment cannot create good character, but the very opposite. Moreover parents and other members of society have rights as well as children. A certain school used to award a prize to the best-mannered boys, but has dis- continued the practice because it is too dif- ficult to find polite boys! The rudeness and violence oT the times has evidently nibbed off on them. Children are said to need, for life's education, regulation, imitation, and inspiration. A good home provides op- portunities for all three. Silence is golden By Shaun Herron, Herald special commentator One day a long time ago I said to my- sdf: No more speaking at meetings; and thereafter I cut it down steadily until only one meeting was left to speak to. When that meeting was spoken to I had a letter from a dear good woman who hears things. She said her ears had not received what I said because I opened my address with a dirty story about Jesus and since she loves Jesus her ears would not hear and how would I like it if somebody told dirty stories about someone I loved and so she was praying for me and for- tunately she does not have to read me be- cause she reads the other paper. I mentioned Russell Doern in my ad- dress (he was sitting there beside me) and D. H. Lawrence, and Graham Greene, and Charles Dickens and several other men and women of renown but the best known of them all, Jesus well, as they say now and then, his name never crossed my lips. It reminds me of the things children hear, none of which I can call to mind (like Caesar and Cleopatra: Seize her and clean up after) and when I was discussing the things people hear that you didn't say read that you didn't write the learned professor who shared my ment began searching for the name of that peculiar literary thing that concerns the things people do read because you really did write them. This sort of thing: He tore up the stairs. The professor was "swept by gales of as they say, and kept repeating this statement: He tore up the stairs. Take it literally. It has a name. I'm convinced but I can't remember what its technical name is. I remember Ivor Brown about 25 years ago in the London Observer doing a piece on tins sort of tiling. He ran his eyes over her face. Were they bis eyes on the end of a long stick? If not how did he do it and did it look as improbable as it sounds? It's remarkable bow often you find your- jelf trying to describe a perfectly familiar tenon and having to scrap it because it's fun of things that are familiar, and make nonsense. Their eyes met How? Was it an eyebaD-toeyeball encounter? What did they do with their noses while their eyes were meeting? A very high proportion of these trans are about eyes. His eyes swept the room. That's a gritty exercise. Her eyes burned. Cinder Eua? The odd thing is that you End them in the best of writers and the worst roam about rooms, eyes sweep floors, eyes bore into faces. The professor, however, was fascinated by: He tore up the stairs. He had visions of bands clawing at risers and stairs tumbling as he tore them up. He caught the bus. He dropped is oo them. From And when be tiie bus, could be hold it? Did it fight back? In London, we took in a play. Through the mouth, nose or what? I suppose it's all related to the old "problem of which is, es- sentially, to say what you mean. No, es- sentially it is not that; that is the first half' of the problem; the second is that the mind which receives what you say should receive what you say and not what it hears. Thai is the real probkm of com- munication. And since I am accused of ten- ing stories about Jesus when I haven't mentioned His name, T think the problem of communication is best illustrated in His own' words: Have I been so long time with you, yet hast thou not known me? In short: Are you never going to hear what 1 ac- tually say? Is it part of the proof of the insolubility of "the problem of communica- tion'' mat when I say, He tore up the stabs, you know what I mean? If I offer BO fur- ther explanation of why he tore op the stairs, you may take over and conclude that he is a young matt on his wedding night, or his middle-aged wife is after him with a bread knife, or be needs to get to the bathroom in a hurry. When professors tell me the young ar- rive at university semi-literate and quite unable to write a complete sentence, I more and more ask myself whether it mat- ters very much? Our language is becom- ing a sort of shorthand anyway, under- stood in each generation by those who use it- Yah, for example, appears to have an infinite variety of meanings for the young; a group of them put on a conversa- tion for me the other night, in their own tongue, and white I suppose an the "words" they used were "English" of a sort, the connection between them was lost on me. They understood one another and sounded to me like. Bushmen talking about ostrich eggs. And if it is true that we ought to talk less to one another anyway, what does language matter? As one gets older, silence becomes more precious. It is in itself a form of communi- cation at a level the young, like strangers in Irdand. do not know. The longer I live the more I become convinced that only one thing is in basic short supply in the world: silence. One of these days, and quite soon, I am going to impose it upon myself, not just at meetings where dear old ladies bear me tell dirty stories about Jesus, but also on paper. I CSTI feel the healing balm flowing over me aiready. Appreciation day By Drag At the conclusion of a meal at our bouse one day I unaccountably remained seated instead of rocving off to my appointed place at the siak- "Why are you .twisting in your chair like Elspeth asked me. I was probably shifting to get a little mere camfortabb but I seized tbe oppor- tunity to ingratiate mysdf with my wife so I replied bnghUv, "I was just moving so that I could get a better took at you." "What a said Paul ;