I may be chugging across Flanders at a sedate 120kmph but those buggers have to stop every 100km to boost their batteries. But we've been through this a hundred times or more. Sure, the tape in cassettes could stretch a little but all you needed to do was stick a 2hd pencil through the spool, tighten it up a bit and you’d be good for another hundred plays. Hi Susan,So glad I found your blog (thanks for stopping by!) Change ), You are commenting using your Twitter account. This was followed in 1953 by tens of thousands of other Dutch migrants fleeing the devastation of the floods. (yes Alexa, sooner or later I’ll get around to figuring out digital downloads). Knowing too well what would happen if they were repatriated to the Soviet Union, on the 5th May, the day the Germans surrendered in the Netherlands, the Georgians rebelled and began to literally murder their German officers and NCOs in their beds. We thought we would take off down the potholed turnpikes, over the crumbling bridges, past the opioid crisis centres, and through the decaying trailer parks and experience President Trump’s heroic (bone spurs notwithstanding) Herculean efforts to Make America Great Again. But then I’m still mourning the loss of cassette players in cars. It is rare when I make the journey to Calais in my battered old car that I don’t get overtaken two or three times by 120,000 euros worth of silent Tesla. I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way. Please note that all images on this site are copyright of Susan Ellis and cannot be used without express permission. They were all boys from the prairies and the flatness of the countryside made them think of home, so rather than just sit around feeling homesick they would be grateful if she would let them help out on the farm. I visited Lake Louise as a child. A man from an impoverished background who left school at twelve to work in a saw-mill in Nova Scotia, few could have had tougher lives yet you can search his poems, probably even do an autopsy on him, and find not a scintilla of bitterness. I’ve been very lucky in my life in that I have had very few truly awful bosses. Not surprising really, given that the all inclusive resort hotels there don’t leave a chocolate on the pillow when they turn down the bed, instead they tuck a bottle of Canadian Club whiskey under the pillow. The most assertive Canadian I’ve ever come across was a very very drunk 50 year old (apparently it was his birthday) outside a hotel in Cancun who, while I gently supported him by the elbow, apologetically leaned across and quietly asked if I could let him have a smoke. Boston So, given my limited and much loved collection of ancient cassettes (I spent far more on 2hd pencils than on new CDs), having a cassette player in the car was important, particularly given some of my favourite tracks were so obscure that they never seemed to show up on CD. One such cassette, and I know exactly where it now is in the attic, was a cheapo Searchers compilation. Of course, we won't talk about the several dumps of snow that Alberta has already experienced this year - so much for weather being "good there in the fall" LOL. Anger, yes; rage against injustice, yes, but never bitterness and always an emphasis on friendship and a recognition that, as Nowlan puts it: I was reminded of another Nowlan poem, On being detested by a friend, when I was reading about the G7 summit last week. He describes in the poem how: Nowlan describes the hurts and ambiguity of unreciprocated friendship and goes on to end the poem in what seems to me a distinctly Canadian way: Justin Trudeau ended the G7 summit in the way he had chaired it, with aplomb and charm only to be attacked by Donald Trump (from the safe distance of Airforce One) as weak and two-faced, followed by salivating salvos from Trump sycophants along the lines of “special place in hell” ad nauseam. Things are changing so quickly in the southern prairies, settler's original log dwellings are being taken back by the land, relentless in … At the time Newfoundland was a sparsely populated dominion separate from the rest of Canada and yet when war broke out 500 men, later increased to a 1000 joined the colours. Trump seems to have given a unique twist to this technique. G Am D7 G Still I wish you'd change your mind, if I asked you one more time, C Em D7 But we've been through that a hundred times or more. I was after all the first in my family to start wearing Y-fronts. Trudeau didn’t even reach that level of assertiveness. I remember loving the prairies in Saskatchewan and then watching the mountains rise up in Alberta. The perfect farewell song. Yes, the truly effective dictator picks on a “deserving” victim; someone, the despot can claim, who through moral turpitude has bought it on themselves, the welfare recipient, the minority, the literate. Not so CDs, once they start jumping it’s Wifi on a trampoline. Okay, there are aberrations with for example an appalling history in their treatment of indigenous people, and more recently the Ford brothers in Ontario seemingly wanting to reclaim atavism and bigotry as a national trait, but even they are a good few laps behind, say, Donald Trump. As well as being among the first on the beaches it was the Canadians who were engaged in the very last battle of the war in Europe. Verse 1 G Am D7 G Think I'll go out to Alberta, weather's good there in the fall, Am D7 Got some friends that I can go to workin' for. love pickin' and singin' (from college days). And those winds sure can blow cold 'way out there. ....I got some friends that I could go to working for. So although I know that stereotyping is no good thing, I somehow cannot get past the prism of Four Strong Winds and see Canadians as anything other than a pretty decent mob. Yet for all that I recognise within myself a mild sceptical tendency towards change to the extent that I’ll occasionally put my hands up to being a Ludd-lite. Change ), You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / It wasn’t just that the song captured the vastness of the country or the harshness of the weather, there was a modesty and lack of bitterness that captured the Canadian essence. Think I'll go out to Alberta, Weather's good there... Sunday Sweets Sinks Its Incisors Into Some Skulls, In which you just can't predict when great photo opps will appear right there. Ahhhhhh...one of my favourite songs by one of my favourite artists. I would play it on most journeys but once slotted I didn’t wait for it to play through Needles and Pins and When you walk in the Room, instead I would fast forward to what for me at the time was an obscure track called Four Strong Winds. As usual, I am amazed by your photos. The prairie photos look haunting but also beautiful. He didn’t assassinate his half brother, execute his uncle with artillery shells, enslave his people, develop nuclear weapons, or test fire ICBMs over Japan. At 8:45am, 1st July 1916 The Newfoundland Regiment left the St John’s Road trench and marched across open ground to play their part in the Battle of the Somme. / Big fat juicy ones / Eensie weensy squeensy ones / See how they wiggle and squirm! Texel was devastated, over a 100 locals were killed, often in the act of hiding Georgians, together with 800 Germans and 600 Georgians. Seeing the name Elon Musk, for example, invariably triggers a frisson of irritation and a sense that Tesla cars are but a 21st century incarnation of Delorean. Not having to worry about the latter, my criteria was much simpler: does it have a cassette player? The Dutch island of Texel, off the north coast of Holland was part of the heavily fortified Atlantic Wall, built by the Germans to stave off invasion. The couple of occasions that I have visited Canada since discovering the song have served to reinforce my sense that Canada is one of the most fundamentally decent nations imaginable. Since this song has been recorded so often, you'll come across different versions of the Four Strong Winds lyrics. For all the blood lost and the heroism of the Canadian troops that is rarely what elderly Dutch people remember about them. As the war came to a close in May 1945, the island was garrisoned by a Battalion of Georgians who on being captured by the Germans had switched sides and were now fighting for the Nazis. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Now, while Trump happily attempts to victimise all the above, he has added the further dimension of excoriating those who seem to be universally liked. It was the last burning of hell, so of course the allies sent the Canadians in on the 20th May to sort it out. Just before the G7 summit my wife and I booked a trip to New York to visit some friends we haven’t seen for a few years. I’d never heard anyone else sing it and hadn’t a clue who had written it but loved the melancholic tale of a tender break up. Boston Where no one knows my name No one knows my name No one knows my name. We also hired a car for a couple of weeks so we could go off on a road trip across the Southern States. They shyly managed to explain that they were stationed in the nearby town and as they had buried most of the bodies and lifted most of the mines, would she mind if they came and did some work on the farm? Instead they remember the bagpipes, the smiles and the shy, uncomplicated kindness. I think I’ll go out to Alberta. I can’t quite work out why but since the G7 we have changed our minds. So beautiful there. Change ), You are commenting using your Google account. If you've ever been to Alberta, you'll recognize this scene...cold, blustery winds, white outs threatening, and fields that roll on to forever. A few years ago we took my father-in-law for a drive up through Gelderland and visited the farm that his widowed Aunt had worked seventy years earlier. I think I need a sunrise I'm tired of a sunset Here it's nice in the summer Some snow would be nice, oh yeah. Nobody Likes Me (Guess I'll Go Eat Worms) Lyrics: Nobody likes me, everybody hates me / I think I'll go eat worms! at jan harden. This warns everybody that it could be their turn next, so keep your head down and do what you are told. Plagues and Curses Upon the House of Hudson, Featherlite 2-horse Straightload Trailer for Sale. ( Log Out / Think I'll Go Out To Alberta Day 815, 04:20 • Published in Canada • by Ryan Dauphinee There is a oxymoron that goes. Think I'll go out to Alberta, Weather's good there... Look who rolled into town! Thanks to Google, Spotify, Youtube and so on, I now know that the song was written by Ian Tyson in the early sixties and first sung by him and his wife Sylvia. Think I'll Go Out to Alberta If you've ever been to Alberta, you'll recognize this scene...cold, blustery winds, white outs threatening, and fields that roll on to forever. It wasn’t the Germans it was the Canadians and they weren’t there to steal eggs but to rebuild the hen house. I love mountains and this quote is so true. I didn't look quite like that, though!Very nicely told. A couple of weeks before his arrival his Aunt had been disturbed at dawn by noises in the farmyard. I figured out that it must be Canadian, the line I guess I’ll go out to Alberta was a bit of a giveaway but more than that on the basis of the few Canadians I’d met there was something quintessentially Canadian about it. You don't know me, and you don't even care Oh yeah. I think I'll go to Boston I think that I was tired I think I need a new town To leave this all behind. As with most would-be or actual despots, all of them had one thing in common though: they would identify and randomly abuse and victimise an individual or group as a warning to others.
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