Lethbridge Herald (Newspaper) - May 23, 1970, Lethbridge, Alberta
Margaret Luckhurst What Shall We Do With The Pickle Jars? Focus on the University By J. W. FISHBOURNi 'THE OTHER evening as I * walked home from work, I pasted three moving vans at different locations, all in the process of either loading or unloading household effects. At one home, people were obviously moving in for the children were lurking unhappily on the verandah already looking homesick, while the harassed mother was hurrying around trying to reorganize their lives. A few months ago we moved to Lethbridge. Since one Canadian family in four moves each year, I could share with the newcomers that temporary feeling of displacement. I re� mei/'oer how lonely I felt as I saw our things loaded onto the van. Articles that had been so familiar to us somehow looked neglected and a little seedy as they stood on the boulevard, waiting to be covered with heavy protectors and stashed way in the giant - sized moving van. The lovely old antique rocking chair of my great grandma's looked more like a relic than an antique, and several dressers and tables showed ugly marks and scars as they were carried outside. I wondered briefly if I was using the right kind of furniture polish. Even my new stove, shiny and white, seemed not to belong to me any more as it sat unhooked in the middle ot the kitchen floor, leaving trails of dust and crumbs indicating the spot where it had once served us so faithfully. Moving can be regrettable, but it does have its advantages especially moving from one part of the country to another. One becomes aware of regional differences; particularly patterns of living influenced by. ethnic groups and local customs that fiave become traditions over the passing years. If one accepts moves in the right spirit, it's not long before a cosmopolitan outlook is achieved, and this positive attitude can be beneficial to the community as a whole. But moving is never easy, and most mothers who have gone through the process a couple of times, realize that the responsibility for its smooth operation is largely theirs, not because father doesn't care to help, but because he can't. Half the time he has gone on ahead to the new base of operations, and the house - selling, bill - paying, school farewells and many tag-ends of etceteras simply fall on mother. Apart from the social ramifications which are unsettling, a move for a housewife isn't really a bad thing as far as her housework is concerned. Often it presents a good excuse for us to clear out things we don't use, won't need, but hate to part with. The trick is to become very tough about it all, shut your eyes, and just pitch. Otherwise you end up carting off items that are of no earthly use to your family any more - that picture you never liked, the old tulle bridesmaid's dress you meant to decorate a vanity with - that collection of pretty stones you picked up somewhere - was it Stoney Beach or Rocky Plain? And was it twenty years ago you won that awful vase for second place in the relay race at the company picnic, or was it the summer after the last baby was born? Funny how these objects so carefully preserved over the years, lose their initial identity in your mind as other things have taken their place. Most families have trouble weeding out what is to be moved and what goes to charity because we all have, in some degree, the latent instincts of pack rats. We collect and collect, but hate to part with anything. In our household, for example, we have a rather typical Father Pack Rat. He loves to save everything - maps, match folders, Chris t m a s cards, receipts and cancelled cheques that go back 25 years, letters from people he's long forgotten, balls of string, (dozens of them, so that he could tie up all of Canada if he had some help), and many other items familiar to wives who despair of ever keeping neat cupboards. I can sympathize with him to a degree - we all like to keep momentoes of pleasant journeys, we all need some string and paper bags but it can get out of hand. I can even understand why Father Pack Rat likes to keep his old Navy uniform and various related objects but why old pipes with the stems broken, old ties that he didn't like in the first place, and thingamajigs that someday if he buys a whatchama-eallit he'll have a something-or-other? When I took it upon myself to do some sorting out for him before we moved he became very cross. I was throwing everything out, he claimed! "I might wear that tie some day," he grumbled as' he selected a dreadful rainbow from a box. "If you wore that your sons would be embarrassed to death," I pointed out firmly, "it looks like a flag and is as out of date as plus-fours.'' "Say, where are my plus-fours anyway," he poked anx-kwsly.ln various boxes. "I gave them away during the Second World War," I explained patiently. Well you never know when you might need something," he groused. Children too, hoard like . squirrels. Girls like to keep some of their old stuffed toys, and a doll ot two that is particularly dear. The boys nave ' their model planes, boats, mini cars, and boxes of old sports equipment. Books of course, can be handed down from generation to generation, even though the stories do get out of date. However, there comes a time when mother has to be firm and insist upon a clear definition between that which is junk and that which is reasonably acceptable. Old birds' nests, splotchy paint-by- numbers pictures, games with pieces missing, tattered dolls with leaky stuffing, wheelless cars and so on, to housewives really do not represent treasures and should be discarded. When we moved I gathered several piles of discards from the children's cupboards. However, I made the mistake of not getting rid of it all immediately, and day by , day the piles shrank. The kids were stealthily putting things back again. When I cleaned out my kitchen cupboards I discovered to my surprise I was something of a Pack Rat also. Why did I keep collecting recipes I would never use - things like 'lobster bisque' and 'baba au rum.' Why didn't I get rid of some of the old spices I've had for 25 years - they were quite flavorless anyway. And Why did I continue to keep an old egg beater, lids without pots and an odd assortment of old can openers? When Father Pack Rat caught me sorting out my kitchen one day he quickly lost all his hoarding instinct and was prepared to consign a good many items to the trash. "Why do you save all these pickle bottles," he demanded, "you can't move in the cellar now for all the preserves ->- the last-thing we need is more jars and bottles!" ^Well" I said lamely, "I might put jelly in them for the bazaar." .'Eighty four jars of Jelly? Can't you settle for a dozen? And look at this old blue teapot with the broken spout - what good is that anyway?" 'I use it for watering plants." "Well, use a good teapot and chuck out this old wreck." I didn't wish to impede the moving - in progress of the new family, but I did, as one newcomer to another stop for a moment to say an unofficial 'welcome to Lethbridge.' The busy, mother peering into the van for somtnlng or other was trying to soothe a wailing child who was clutching at her slacks. "I can't find the box with the kitchen dishes," she sighed, "and I haven't the heart to tell Susie here that her ragged blue blanket was finally despatched to the Goodwill," Sfne carefully spelled out the last word. "She's too old to trail that thing around with her now, but what am I going to use as substitute? Oh woe, moving is such a drag!" I regretted that I was unable to help the woman, but I know full well that she had to wrestle with her problems alone, that this type of "woman's work" cannot be shared. I knew too, that given a few days, Susie would adjust to her blanketless. life, the dishes would be settled in cupboards and life for the new family would assume a normal pattern. It doesn't take long to get into the swing of things. A Sip Of Nectar -Photo by Elwood Ferguson Book Reviews A Statesman's Legacy: Vision An Ethic For Survival: Ad-lai Stevenson Speaks on International Affairs 1836-1965 edited by Michael H. Prosser (William Morrow and Co.. 571p. $15.00. distributed by George J. McLeod Ltd.). ALTHOUGH twice rejected in his bid for the presidency of the United States, Adlai Stevenson was not allowed to fade from public life. His high esteem internationally eventually prompted his appointment as the U.S. Ambassador to the United Nations. It is fitting, in view of his reputation as an international statesman, that a collection of his speeches cn world affairs should be offered to the public. The 50 speeches in this volume were selected from 642 addresses on international affairs as listed in an appendix. Forty of the speeches have never before been published in book form. There were some suprises for me in the reading of these speeches. I was not prepared to find Ambassador Stevenson so consistently laudatory of his own country and so ready to attribute the highest moral objectives to everything it did. He can be forgiven for following the official line at the time of the Bay of Pigs fiasco since he was not informed about what was really happening. It is possible that he didn't know the truth about the Gulf of Tonkin incident, either. But he was in possession of the facts about the invasion of the Dominican Republic when he brazenly lied what wag taking place. This acceptance of the role of "official liar," as President John Kennedy termed the ambassador, detracts considerably from the image Adlai Stevenson tried to project. Another surpise for me was the discovery of the consistently hard line that Adlai Stevenson tc-k toward communism. He was not paranoic about it and did not suspect Communists to be lurking in every organization and leering out of most of has fellow citizens. Professional anti-Communists, such as Senator Joseph McCarthy, were held in contempt by htm. This is likely the reason he was accused of being soft on communism by such people as those who demonstrated against him in Dallas a short time before the assassination of President Kennedy in that same city. Adlai Stevenson wanted to work toward some kind of co-existence with the Scandinavian Mythology The Elder Edda: translated from Icel a n d ic by Paul B. Taylor and W. H. Auden; (Random Honse; 173 pp., illustrated; $7.50). fHE Elder Edda (sometimes called the Poetic Edda) is a compilation written about 1200 A.D. of Icelandic poems on stories of the Norse Heroes. The Elder Edda, the Younger (or Prose) Edda and the related Finnish Kalevala, form the chief 6ource of knowledge of Scandinavian pre Christian mythology. The stories' source was a thousand years of poets and father-to-son oral transmission of folktales, similar in fashion to the English minstrels' legends. It is always a problem to translate poetry from one language to another since poetry expresses emotion and observation through choice of words, of sounds and of metre. Icelandic poetry Is particularly difficult to translate because it is commonly epic metre and chant metre, with slight variations - awkward in English except when read aloud, since their complexities involve whole stanzas. (The Finnish Kalevala, on the other hand, which records much the same ba s i c mythology, is written mostly in trochaic tetrameter - the same as the story of Hiawatha, which Longfellow copied in form from The Kalevala). But the result in this flew translation is an informative and interesting translation by a foremost Icelandic language scholar, Paul Taylor, and a definitely - attractive poetic rendition by the Pulitzer Prize winning writer W. H. Auden. The Elder Edda recounts the mystic adventure of Loki, of Grimnir, of Vafthrudnir Hy-mlr, Erik, Baldur, Skirnlr and others in the lands of Jotun-heim, Muspellheim, Asgard, Midgerd, Niflheim and the Bi-frost Belt, literally at the beginnings of the World. -JIM WILSON. Some Ominous Figures JF anyone thinks the general concern about the rising cost of education Is groundless, they might take a look at some of the figures form a recent study by the Economic Council of Canada on enrolment in Canadian educational institutions. These show what has been going on for the period 1951-52 to 1967-68, preliminary figures for 1968-69, and projections from 1969-70 to 1980-81. To anyone, the rate of' increase is impressive; to a taxpayer, it comes close to being frightening. The most dramatic Increases have occurred at the high school and post secondary levels, particulary the latter. In the 16 years from 1951-52 to 1967-68, elementary school enrolment increased by 85 per cent, secondary (high school) by 235 per cent, and post secondary enrolment by 310 per cent. The increase at the elementary level is primarily a matter of increased population; in Canada, most youngsters eligible to go to elementary school do so. About half the increase in high school population is attributed to the same thing, but there is a very marked inclination on the part of those of high school age to stay in school longer. The increase in post secondary education enrolment reflects even more sharply the choice, by those in the 18 to 24 age group, of further education. While university students constitute the majority of the post-secondary group, they are by no means all of it, as it also includes teachers' colleges (which still exists in some provinces), junior colleges, agricultural colleges, institutes of technology, and etc. These last, by the way, show the greatest percentage increase of all, having grown at an average rate of 100 per cent per year over the 16 years referred to. My own concern, of course, is with the university enrolment, and I am more interested in the future than in the past. University enrolment figures for all Can- Communist nations but he felt very suspicious of the integrity of their leaders. A third tiling that surprised me was the paucity of'wit in these speeches. It wasn't entirely absent but I had been led to expect much more. On the whole the speeches reveal that Stevenson was imbued with a vision of a world community. For him this was not simply a dream; he saw it as a necessity. World government of some sort is a necessity of man is to survive. This is a useful text for students of international affairs. It will be prized by admirers of Adlai Stevenson - and he can still be respected by making allowances for some of his speeches as being the voice of his government rather than himself. The introductory remarks by the editor to each speech greatly enhance the book. Valuable also are the addresses made at the United Nations Memorial Ceremony by U Thant, Carlos Sosa Rodriguez, Archibald MacLeish and Dean Rusk. Only one tiling seems to be lacking in this fine volume. A biographical sketch of Adlai Stevenson would have been very helpful. Many times I would like to have l*en able to flip to such a sketch so as to have known the relationship of the particular address to the stage in Iris public career. Sometimes such information is given in the introductory remarks to each speech or can be found in a general introduction but not always. DOUG WALKER. ada in 1970-71, the current academic year, show a total of 355,000. By 1980-81, that figure is expected to grow to 750,000, just about doubling in a single decade. The abridged report I have been reading doesn't break this figure down by provinces, but after a brief examination of other figures, such as Alberta's population increase as compared to the rest of the country, and the various curves that describe the increasing tendency of our young people to choose post-secondary education, one feels pretty safe in saying that Alberta's university population will not be less than 10 per cent of the national total in the years to come. In short, 10 years from now we can expect to have something like 750,000 university students in this province, or about 40,000 more than there are now. The dollar implications are sobering. Places for 40,000 additional students will cost anywhere between $350 to $500 million to build and equip, if current prices and present Canadian norms for university construction mean anything, or will during the late 70s. As the province pays all capital costs, this means expenditures by the Alberta government averaging up to $50 million annually, for the next 10 years. Operating expenses will be very substantial, too. Although the federal government probably will continue to share operating costs with the provinces, Alberta will still have to find many millions each year. This year with about 30,000 university students, operating costs will come to at least $81 million of which one-half will have to be covered by provincial revenues. By 1980, the province's share will have risen to well over SIM million annually, even if costs remain constant for the next 10 years, a most unlikely eventuality. If costs continue to rise, as they have for the last few years, the 1980s could see Alberta taxpayers spending as much for universities alone as they do now on the entire educational system of the province. The Voi ce Of One -By DR. FRANK S. MORIEY The Lost Guides XHE CHURCH is supposed to provide mankind with guides through life's wilderness, but recently the church has consulted so many secular agencies for advice and direction that her reliability as a guide is seriously shaken. The primary question seems to be "Why don't people like us?" As if the world was ever supposed to like the church! Is the church mistaking her function as a guide post for that of a weather vane? One of the funniest church actions was the engaging of Pierre Berton to give a critique of the church. Just imagine the early Christian church asking their critic, Celsus, to tell them what was wrong with them This lack of self-assurance is a fatal malady in the cop temporary church. The Presbyterians appear to have gone better in engaging firms that studied techniques. A major Baptist report in the U.S. held that lack of communication was the worst technical evil in the church. In some form or other this complaint crops up in all the reports. Certainly in the Presbyterian church criticism of the head offices of the church are cruelly unfair, suggesting a self-projection, of frustration and self-hostility. Also in the congregation itself there is a sorry lack, of understanding between minister and congregation. The congregation has little appreciation of a minister's life and work. Too often the minister lives in an ivory tower - but not as often as people think. No one in the city sees such a cross-section of human misery and evil. To be sure, improvements can and should be made in church machinery. The methods for selecting ministers for a church are often poor and antiquated. Indeed, the methods of finding and receiving men to study for the ministry are poor. The very demand of the church for men who do not "nuke trouble" and are non-controversial makes for mediocrity and mediocrity is a killing thing. Candidates for the ministry should be more carefully screened from the point of view of their qualifications of personality, temperament, and mentality. Church officials, such as elders, should not hold active office for life. Buildings should be more flexible and huge sanctuaries that are used once a week are uneconomic and ridiculous The church does need experimentation and deviation from present programs. Yet it is very dangerous to scrap present programs for experiments. Where this has been done older people do not object, but they do stay, away, becoming what in is called "passive belligerents." They don't fight but they do stay away and sooner or later their money will stay away also. Hymn books must be revised. Clergy pensions are disgraceful and should be increased. The subjection of the minister to the congregation is dreadful. But when all is said and done there is nothing wrong with the church that a real dose of Christianity would not cure. Ministers are lonely because there is so little love between the clergy. A flood of paganism has engulfed church members. The eroticized man makes a poor church member. Churches need to declare a radical and complete Christian faith. It should have a complete approach to life - manners, sex, money, world history, the meaning of man, and the nature of Reality. My late, dear friend, Bishop Carroll, use to say of a certain type of clergy that they did not know what dedication means. This is not only true of the clergy. For multitudes of church members the Ten Commandments have no validity and the only deciding factor in their action is their own personal pleasure. The church is looking inward when she should be looking upward and outward. The church needs to wait in the upper room until she is "endued with power from on high," like the early church, then she will not worry about making a hit nor being bit. She will not be concerned about her own personal success, but about proclaiming a Saviour. Popularity? "What is that to thee? Follow thou me." Here Come The Parson By Doug Walker YJTHEN we lived in Saskatchewan a very green parson came out of the cast to serve the Anglicans in the community. He seemed just a bit odd to us natives. In the winter time he wore a huge fur coat and four-buckler overshoes - eminently sensible garb for Saskatchewan. What was odd was the way he always took the coat and overshoes off as soon as be stepped inside a store, the post office or the curling rink. What many people didn't know was that be was apparently very warm-blooded. He and his wife spent an evening at our place once. He wasn't with us long before he excused himself to go upstairs to take off his underwear - lie Was too warm, he said. At the end of a long evening be decided he wouldn't take time to redress so he slung his underwear over his arm and marched off. The hospitality of the westerners overwhelmed the parson. One afternoon he went pastoral visiting and on his return he told me that everyone had insisted on giving him a cup of tea. At the fourteenth place he said he couldn't face another cup of tea-60 be asked for a glass of milk instead!