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Lethbridge Herald, The (Newspaper) - September 14, 1974, Lethbridge, Alberta Saturday, LETHBRIDGE People of the south By Chris Stewart Why worry when you can laugh HE VOICE OF ONE Dr. Frank S. Morley Arriving luggageless and in stocking feet, waiting 50 years for a wedding cake and finding herself a lonely, grass- widow within three hours of her marriage would have crushed any bride other than Fernie's plucky Nan Shaw who merely laughs at the unusual circumstances accompanying her Lethbridge arrival. Now a spry 87-year old from Falkirk, Scotland, Nan's baggage disappeared mysteriously from the Winnipeg station as she was emigrating to Canada. She hadn't removed her pointed- toed, high button boots all the way from Halifax until her aching feet forced her to slip them off near Medicine Hat. Dozing on the train's hard, wooden benches at 5 a.m. and somewhat unsure of her whereabouts (since Macleod was her ultimate destination) she hopped off the train shoeless at Lethbridge when she was startled by the familiar voice of Diamond City's late Harry Jarvie shouting, "Nan, Jimmie's waiting'for Her fiance, Jim Shaw, a carpenter with the CPR's bridge crew had planned to stay in Lethbridge until their wedding but heavy floods, requiring extensive bridge repairs necessitated his immediate return to Macleod (he had barely managed to get time off to meet "The only thing to he said, "was to get married immediately." With sore feet and her wedding dress following in a steamer trunk she could hardly be expected to jump to the suggestion of an impromptu wedding unless, of course you know Nan Shaw. She'll tackle anything! Nan agreed to the hasty arrangements, buttoned up her boots and limped along with Jim to his father Tom's house at 210 20th Street North for breakfast, hiked back to the Methodist Church at 3rd Avenue and 8th Street where Jim persuaded Rev. Harrison to perform the 10 a.m. ceremony (despite the fact Nan, not quite 21, didn't have her parent's written consent) and even coaxed his wife to leave her scrubbing long enough to serve as attendant. The simple service finalized, a weary Nan and her husband entrained for Macleod. But Nan's surprises had only begun. Puzzled at the motionless cattle dotting the rangeland Jim explained she was viewing corpses, frozen solid in a standing position during the winter's severe cold which only confirmed Nan's opinion that the wild west wasn't fit for animals, let alone humans. Finishing lunch at Macleod's Empire Hotel the groom was suddenly called away to an emergency repair job leaving his bride of three hours alone with her tea. She was to await his return momentarily only to learn his absence would stretch into 10 long days. A stranded bride in Macleod in 1908 naturally made news and drew considerable sympathy but although the miners and railroaders staying at the Empire felt the Scottish lass's predicament they weren't above playing a few pranks on her too. But when they procured a railway bell and fastened it to Nan's bedsprings the alert chambermaid, learning of their plot, switched Nan to an adjoining room and rented her room to two inebriated travellers, too drunk to even notice the bell's din as they tossed all night on their bed. while Nan. frightened next door, couldn't sleep a wink for the continual clanging When Nan was feeling particularly blue the hotel maid, in an attempt to cheer her. accompanied her to sec the house that husband Jim had built her. only to wish she hadn't. The tarpaper shack was unfit for human occupancy and resembled a stable. Nan insisted, while her young friend patiently protested that the liny structure was really a home consisting of not one room, but two a bedroom and a kitchen Annie Robertson had been the envy of her Scottish friends when letters from fiance Jim arrived, telling of the house he was building her in Macleod. He had served his apprenticeship as a joiner and undertaker for five years 'building coffins and taking charge of burials) before he and his father Thomas and the late Harry Jarvie, who had first brought news of Alberta's prosperitv. had sailed for Canada. Jim had been merely 18 when he first noticed Nan walk by. "There's my he announced assuredly to his pals and he was right! When he left for Canada it was with a promise to send for her whenever he acquired a home. He got his first Lethbridge construction job in 1907 under foreman James Patterson, building Dr. Fairfield's home at the Experimental grounds and subsequently accepted the job on the CPR's B and B gang at Macleod under foreman Bill McGregor. Nan had expected Jim's mother, the late Jessie Shaw; her daughter, Mrs. Janet Edwards of North Lethbridge and Jim's brother Jack, as well as Harry Jarvie's wife, her daughter Nessie and son Anthony to accompany her to Canada but they were two days too late in booking their passage and had to wait for a sailing until the following June. So Nan sailed alone to marry Jim, but soon formed fast friendships at sea including that of Mrs. Robert Scott, who with her children Martha and Jock were heading for Lethbridge to join Robert Warrington Scott, one of the city's first bakers. Stiff from the uncomfortable train benches Nan booked into a hotel to freshen up during a six-hour Winnipeg stop and returned to the station to find her luggage missing. She recalls the tantalizing aroma, of bacon frying on the pot-bellied stove at the end of the coach (a far cry from the sparse snacks she was grabbing at train stops en route) and how her childhood training forbiding her to speak strangers made her refuse the miners' generous offer to share their breakfast with them. When Jim finally returned and the newlyweds moved into their own house they found themselves dodging raindrops under an umbrella propped up on their bed when a cloudburst shredded their tarpaper roof. It was six months before Nan and her nearest neighbor, Rose Menzaghi (who was as homesick for Italy as Nan was for Scotland) became acquainted. Nan taught her English by using the touch method. Another dear friend was Mrs. Alex Watson of Clydebank whose visit was almost as good as a return trip to the heathery hills. She remembers the kindness and timely advice of Irish grocer. Charlie Reich, who taught her how to use Canadian currency and recommended she charge her groceries until payday and what she had left over, put it in the bank. Homesick for Sterlingshire, Nan persuaded Jim to take her back in 1912 but was only- there 10 days when she couldn't wait to return to the prairies she had learned to love. During Jim's war absence (he joined the CMR in February. 1915. transferring to the Princess Pats when he reached England) Nan busied herself with IODE members making war bandages and convened dinners to raise funds for the overnight lodging for soldiers provided in downtown Macleod. She was riding to the post office in her horse and buggy- purchased from Scolty Pringle when Dr. Millburn demanded, "Who harnessed this "I she replied meekly, pulling to a stop, not realizing she had harnessed the horse's wrong end. Nan and her children were riding to Lethbridge one morning when the horse, stopping near Monarch to scratch its neck with its hind leg accidentally strangled itself leaving Nan to order it shot and having to hitch a ride back to Macleod. When husband Jim. writing from the trenches, enquired about the horse's demise she replied, tongue in cheek, "It died giving birUi to a coll." Harrowing experiences seemed to plague Nan in those days. On one occasion, when blinded by a blizzard after alighting from the train at the old North Lethbridge junction the train had lo skirt theSt Mary's river before the completion of the high level bridge) she slumped down on her suitcase hoping someone would befriend her when the Virtues, noticing her plight from their window, invited her in. bathed her cold and feet with coal oil and water, gave her warm food and delivered her lo the Tom Shaw residence by sleigh only to have her plunge waist-deep in water when she stepped headlong into a deep, snow- covered ditch. She spent a hot visit with hei in-laws soaking in a galvanized tub. Work was scarce in Fort Macleod after the First World War so Jim, in 1919. accepted a position offered by Alex Aitken in Fernie as a carpenter with the Crowsnest Pass coal company renovating company houses. Waiting 50 years for a wedding cake (they had a three-tiered cake on their golden milestone) didn't bother Nan or Jim. They prefer to remember the good times like the winter dances at the little Mud Lake school near Granum where the fiddler would stand on a chair and lead off the rounds or the time Fernie's mayor and Mrs. Vernon Uphill accompanied them by car to their diamond wedding celebration. The Shaws, who have two sons, Jim and Tom and a daughter. Mrs. Ken Frailick of Toronto: 10 grandchildren and five great grandchildren, refuse to nurse memories of hardship. Nan even refuses to worry (but admits husband Jim does his share) and never thinks about aging. "Never say you're getting she chides, "and never be afraid to attempt new things." Just like the time she attempted to bake bread (something she had never learned in Scotland) and her first loaves were like door stops. But with persistence she learned to turn out feathery loaves which are still the talk of her friends. Husband Jim, a prolific correspondent, writes two letters a day to friends around the world. He chuckles heartily as Nan recounts the episodes of yesteryear and watching him one detects the same loving look in his eye, evident 70 years ago when he announced to his pals, "That's my Ferguson Mr. and Mrs. Jim Shaw Book review. Collapse of the servant system Not in Front of the Servants: Domestic Service in England, 1850-1939, by Frank Dawes, (Wayland This book traces the changes in domestic service from its heyday in the 19th century to its decline and vir- tual disappearance in the 20th. The age of servants was a period rich in social history, an age that has passed never to come again. The days when butlers, footmen, cooks, housemaids and nannies were in plentiful supply are gone. Gone because the conditions on which the whole order of domestic service depended for its survival no longer apply. No longer does economic necessity force those large families of the poor to put their children into domestic service, which was one of the very few means of feeding and clothing them, and putting a roof over their heads. One has to recall the general economic conditions of the time. In the 1890s thousands of Londoners were homeless, sleeping in parks or in recesses of the bridges. There were 50.000 families each occupying only one room. However poor a ser- vant's accommodation, it was better than this. And to some exlent it was a life sheltered from the cruel world outside. Few others of the wodiing class could boast such security. Many servants gave a lifetime of loyalty and devotion, and had an innate dignity. According to the census of 1891, the servant class was among the largest groups of the working population females and males out of a population of 29 million in England and Wales. Thev lived and worked in Ihe dark lower regions of the big Victorian houses, where they had separate entrances and separate stairs. They were regarded as inferior beings and accepted it as their lot in life to serve their "betters." This book also discusses the hierarchy among servants, for it was not only Victorian employers who believed in class distinction in those days. Servants were extremely rank conscious and jealously guard- ed their positions. A servant in a good position was haughty towards his inferiors. The book reminds us of the very real chores entailed in domestic service in a time when elaborate dinners meant hours of arduous preparation, masses of washing up of soot- covered pans, and the shovell- ing of three tons of coal a week by one servant. It goes into the various methods of recruiting servants from the "mop fairs" during the 19th century when England was changing from a pastoral peo- ple to a nation of town dwellers, to registry offices of rather dubious repute Contracts between employer and servanl were usually verbal. A source of fnttaon was the system of civ- inp "characters." in which a servant was entirely depen- dent on 1he mistress for a reference, without which he or she stood no chance of gelling another job. An informative, but enter- taining chapter is devoted to "high jinks" This chapter points out IhaJ in view of their long hours and minimal time off. H is surprising that servants were able to langh and sing at their work, bui ihev did II describes how the advent of the bicycle brought a freedom to the working classes. The servants could escape for an hour, hire bicycles on their afternoon off. and could be seen "in droves coasting per- ilously down hills in Surrey and Kent with their long skirts billowing However, it was the advent of the "cinema" that added a new dimension to the life of a ser- vant and opened up tempting new horizons. All in vain were the church's attempts to classify the cinema as a sin. In its final chapters this book traces the decline of domestic service and dis- cusses various causes for this. By 1911. it states, there was a noticeable drop in the number of sen-ants, although the pop- ulation had grown by six million and the middle classes had become increasingly prosperous. The reasons for this drop in numbers are given as the whole curious order finally collapsed and died. VIOLET MUIR PERKINS Gambling is a disease More vicious and dangerous than drug ad- diction is the gambling addiction spreading across Canada, when it gets hold of a person it is harder to shake than heroin addiction. It destroys moral fibre and gamblers end up a rotten mess, all decency eroded. Invariably gambling is associated with crime. Even bingo which churches have promoted has become a monster used by vast organizations of crime. It has become a favorite toy of racketeers. Where the carcass is, there the vultures gather, and nothing delights the criminal elements more than the gambling rackets. Yet the gambling disease has spread across Canada with little evidence of public alarm. It is difficult to get a game of golf without betting. One finds raffles everywhere, at shopping centres and women's church sales. Betting on baseball games and horse races is, of course, a major pollution. Indeed everything is turned into a source of gambl- ing if it is in any way possible to do so. In the United States more money is spent on gambl- ing than on education, twice as much as is spent on alcoholic beverages, and over five times as much as is spent on religion and welfare! One finds a car-wash firm advertis- ing "Free lottery ticket with wash and hot wax." Gambling is a billion dollar business in the United States run largely by organized crime. The Christian Science Monitor is one of the very few prominent voices raised in justifiable alarm over the spread of gambling. It points out that state gambling is not a successful money raiser. It requires constant and expensive promotion. Law- makers and law enforcers are gravely concerned with the inevitable results. The state is putting itself in the position of promoting gambling and attracting new gamblers. There are some mistaken illusions about state operated gambling. It does not cut into the illegal operations of organized crime according to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. It does not solve the problems of shortage of money. The amount raised is disappointingly small. Out of every pound ob- tained in the Irish Sweepstakes, only three shillings and ninepence or 18% per cent goes to the hospitals. Gambling destroys the work ethic in the ef- fort to .get something for nothing. It is a tragic moment in a young person's life when he thinks he can get something for nothing. Gambling promotes loan-sharking and drives debt-ridden gamblers into other forms of crime. Gambling is part of the demoralization, is not the major cause of labor chaos. Men want some other way of making a living than working for it. The inference is that someone else is paying for the venture and thus a burden is taken from the taxpayer as is the claim in the Quebec Olympic lottery The Olympics have become a divisive and damaging force ,in the international world. The lottery makes them a hundred times more pernicious. Despite all this a spokesman for the National Council of Churches in the U.S. is quoted as saying, "We don't have a policy on that subject (legalized It's something that hasn't excited our governing board in the last 29 years." One wonders just what moral issue could excite the governing board of the Council of Churches. Crime annually costs Canada five billion dollars and gambling is a major source of that crime. Surely at the very least the Council of Churches should institute a study on the effects of gambling on the family and society The fact that people will gamble, no matter what the law. is no justification for gambling. People will steal no matter what the law. People will speed on highways and drive when drunk Rapes will be committed and armed robbery and violence. None of these things is right and society should not take a permissive attitude of acceptance and resignation. This affluent society has brought with it a smothering wave of materialism and moral standards have declined almost to the vanishing point. The American tragedy of Watergate has created in Canada a grim un- easiness. How much of this kind of thing per- vades Canadian public life? Behind the facade of prosperity and the bravado of con- fidence, there is a haunting fear of insecurity, depression, and poverty. Inflation has destroyed nations and civilizations before now and may well destroy Western civilization The gambling mood the evil spirit of materialism, covetousness, envy, theft, gluttony, and irresponsibility has eaten like a cancer into the national life. It is a dark world' SATURDAY TALK By Harry Bruce Who cares about Canada? HALIFAX He is a hefty, garrulous, gut- sy, observant, active, intelligent, middle- aged fellow. He was born in New York City but whether you know that or not, you cer- tainly know he is an American. The moment he opens his mouth. He has this professional problem and yet, as a producer of documentary films, he's no slouch at confronting problems. Once while filming the earliest black sit-ins in darkest Georgia, he went to jail, and that was a problem. He has faced problems in Vietnam, problems with cold men in the more exalted offices of U.S. television networks, frankly terrifying problems in the riot-torn cities of his homeland, and the ulcer-making problems of being a freelancer in a business in which the time between conception and cash is often longer than any family man should have to endure. Still, he's never had a problem quite like this one. For the life of him, he can't figure out one good reason why Americans should give a pinch of coon dung for Canadian independence. And right .now, it's his job to find that reason. He's trying to work up a film on American ownership of Nova Scotia land, and it's part of a broader effort to document all the dismal effects of American power on poor old Canada. He wants the film to move Americans, to make them think hard about what their country is doing to us. Ideally, his film would impress Americans so deeply that a lot of us Canadians could no longer bring conviction to the old complaint that "they" know nothing about us. and care less. But again, he asks. "Why should Americans give sweet boo-all for the future of Canada? As Canada. I mean. I really wish someone could tell me that" His question is not rhetorical. It's not argumentative. He just wants to know. To make his film well, he just has to know. He can't understand the Canadian success of Richard Roomer's novel Ultimatum. It's an awkward fantasv about an American military takeover of Canada and, since the film producer is one of the better-informed Americans, it strikes him as very silly. He wonders. When was the last time the U S. took anything from Canada by force, or even by threat of force? Why should Americans feel the faintest midnight twinge of guilt for their sins against Canada? What sins? If they now own massive pieces of our natural resources, who was it who'd been eager to sell to them? If they now own massive pieces of our manufacturing enterprises, who was it who'd been so greedy for their investment capital? If they now own. for the exclusive pleasure of themselves, millions upon millions of acres of our sweet forests and shores, who was it who'd happily insisted on every man's an- cient right to sell to the highest bidder. If their money slices up our mountains and prairies with monster pipelines and threatens the matchless beauty of our coastlines with tanker routes well, whose governments have habitually, amiably and even seductive- ly encouraged these supposedly hideous arrangements? What have we actually done, leaving rhetoric aside, to convince Americans that we are not a docile northern bear who's forever happy to trade tomorrow's resources for today's honey, that we are not just a few million friendly cousins of theirs who share the family passion for making a buck? The film producer is not trying to score points. This is no bar room debate. He likes Canada. He even thinks there's something in the idea that, if Canada can stay Canadian, it might yet teach the whole world something about respect for people, and peaceful sur- vival. But Canada's complicity in Canada's ero- sion does bewilder him and bewilderment is not the best attitude to bring to film production. He seems to be asking. "If you don't care enough about your own country to hold onto it, how can you possibly expect us foreigners to give a damn about His research continues. Troublesome modern music Bv Don Oaklev. NEA service Modern classical music drives you up the wall, you say. Give a thought to the people who have to play it. Cacophonous contemporary classical music can produce protracted nervous and other ailments among musicians, a recent study in West Germany found. Mozart and the like, however, tend to soothe the frayed nerves of orchestra and audience alike. Two Frankfurt psychiatrists made a study of 208 professional musicians in three orchestras. The first played contemporary- music exclusively, the second occasionally and the third practically never. The study reports that after rehearsing certain modem works, the entire orchestra felt ill. On the other hand, the musicians felt increasingly better the more they played the older classical works. Of those musicians who often or mainly- played modem music, 82 per cent were nervous. 81 per cent irritable and 62 per cent quarrelsome. Some 39 per cent suffered from sleeplessness and 22 per cent from headache, earaches and depressions. A good number complained of diarrhea, pains in the heart or impotency. One explanation Oie psychiatrists offer for the physical distress caused by modern music is that "musicians are disappointed because they arc unable lo apply everything they have learned artistically. This is coupled with the JecJing of sinking into an anonymous mass in which individual abilities are neither applicable, or audible, nor required This casts doubt on the entir" meaning of their long and strenuous training So much for modem classical music. What we need now is a similar study of the effects of rork music on players and listeners. Dorters have already warned that Jhcshnll deobe] level of rock music can cause hearing impairment What the relentless, incessant, jwundmg heat of rock does lo the human psycho i< a question that is long overdue for investigation ;