Last night my wife and I talked about her Ukranian relatives who migrated to northern Alberta early last century. For many years they lived in sod dugout houses until they could get crops on track and lumber cut. They worked like fiends. It was beyond a hard life. It brought to mind an image of Doukobor women plowing the fields by hand, an iconic Canadian image. “In the lead an older tall
woman with a stern face moved with measured but heavy steps, looking at the earth. She knows what life is like and even this work does not
surprise her. She knows this is necessary.” The picture of women taking up the harnesses and plowing the fields is particularly powerful and
much publicized. This iconic image illustrates the ‘frontier spirit’ that was viewed admirably by Canadian society.
http://awmp.athabascau.ca/documents/cmo ... eality.pdfI know Global Warming induced Climate Change is fact. The Earth will one day re-balance our disruptions and we will suffer. I am afraid the above is the alternative for many. I am thankful for living in the time of FF use and try and respect this useful form of energy by not wasting it. But I will never apologize for its use, or disrespect those who produce it. Perhaps society is like Slim Pickens riding that bomb all the way down, but I submit it was where we started from.
I am sceptical of those 'Green Folks' I see living the urban dream, protesting pipelines and pointing at their community garden plots as if it is a solution to FF use. Then, they go home to their Vancouver Yaletown townhouse and open a fine bottle of wine for a good days work well done. The next day they go back to work at their UBC/Simon Fraser adjunct teaching assignment. It reminds me of the scene in "Easy Rider", where 'the boys' are watching the commune folks spread their seed on the desert sand, somewhere near Taos NM, I think.
People refer to Gaia as if it is some bosom nestling Mother Earth who we forgot about as we try and make a better life. Certainly, awareness of environmental degradation, and our hubris, is a good thing. Thank you Rachael Carson. However, and I am being honest here, most of us will take what we have over a frozen Alberta dugout, plowing virgin ground by hand-dragging a plow, or using a Mother Earth News advertised broadfork.
Guess what? Our Ukranian relatives got a great big surprise shortly after WW2. One day, oil was found on their land. They never looked back. My wife's granddad unfortnately lost his land due to a gambling addiction. He lost it at cards. They moved to Vancouver and lived very poor in East Vancouver. Their house was sold off a couple of decades before housing and property values skyrocketed. My mother-in-law was the only one who made anything of her life working for a huge US shipping company based in Vancouver. The ships hauled grain, bulk oil of various grades, sulpher, and ore concentrates. I guess she didn't stray to far from her roots, after all. Interesting story.
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