The articles and book reviews on this blog were written by Rod Fraser. Why not scroll down and have a look? Posts appear twice each month. Enjoy!
Lorne Willson (second from left) with his crew during 1944-45.
This story is indirectly about my last year of the air war over Germany, when I served as a ‘Bomb Aimer’ in RCAF Bomber Command. My name is Lorne Willson and I volunteered for aircrew in 1943, while stationed in Canada. After my training, I was sent to England to be part of ‘419 Moose Squadron’, a Lancaster bomber squadron with the RCAF.
The above photo shows a promotional picture for the 1965 film, The Bedford Incident. Richard Widmark and Sidney Poitier were the two lead actors in this film, which tells the story of the U.S.S. Bedford, a destroyer assigned to shadow a ‘stealthy’ Soviet submarine during the Cold War. It is a very good film.
The book is even better. It provides more drama, greater detail, interesting explanations, and a different plot and ending from the film. If I had to choose, I’d pick the book without a second thought.
Read – The Bedford Incident
Building a Cabin circa 1815 in Glengarry County
Last week, there was an interesting article about the ‘Pilgrims’ who traveled from England to settle in Massachusetts — four hundred years ago this month. William Bradford was their leader and the ship in which they sailed was ‘The Mayflower’.
I thought I had a better tale to tell. A little over 200 years ago, my g-g-g grandfather, William Fraser, and his wife, Mary Campbell, left the Western Highlands of Scotland to settle in Glengarry County in Upper Canada. It’s a better story, because the difficulties of the early settlers in Canada are not as well known, but are just as compelling.
Berriedale School near Burk’s Falls, Ontario
My time at ‘Berriedale School’ in the fall of 1953 was a wonderful experience — in a year that was otherwise a sad one for our family. My father was killed in an automobile accident — near Stratford, Ontario — in the late summer.
Once my father’s funeral and burial was over, my mother packed up and made her way to the village of Burk’s Falls, where we initially lived with my grandparents six miles from town. There my brother and I hopped on a school bus each morning to attend Berriedale School, seven or eight miles from our home.
Read – The One Room Schoolhouse
In the past, I’ve sold many of my little figures while carving near the lake each summer. If I had any left over, a fellow named Pervez was always willing to purchase them for a bargain basement price of $5 each.
Here’s the way it worked. When I accumulated ten or more carvings, I’d call Pervez to let him know. Then I’d meet him, he’d take the carvings and I’d take the money. Easy-peasy.
Read – Five Guys Leave Home
It was during the early 1980s when I first became aware how poorly Alberta and its oil industry were treated by the Canadian Government. Under the leadership of Pierre Trudeau, the 1980 National Energy Program (NEP) put limits on the prices Alberta could charge Central Canada for oil. This had the effect of driving private investment out of the oil patch and making a bad recession worse for Alberta.
Read – Alberta Separation: A Good Idea?
Like many other novels reviewed in these pages, I first watched The Quiet American on a DVD obtained from my local library. The adaptation I watched was filmed in 2002, starring Michael Caine and Brendan Fraser. An earlier film adaptation was done in 1958, starring Audie Murphy and Michael Redgrave.
The book was written by Graham Greene. My copy is only 180 pages — both indications I’d enjoy an evening or two of good reading. All in all, although the film was interesting and worthwhile, I preferred the book.
Read – The Quiet American
United States Capital Building
It is clear from the past four years (if not from the past few decades), the United States government is dysfunctional. I argue it was designed to be that way. Its Republican structure makes change difficult. Sometimes impossible.
In order for a law to be passed by Congress, it must be approved by a majority of 435 members in the House of Representatives. Then it must pass with a clear majority in the Senate (currently meaning 60 Senators voting for the bill, out of a body numbering 100 in total).
Read – Electoral Reform for America
This is the first in a trilogy of novels about Ardnish, a rural area in the Western Highlands of Scotland. More particularly, it is a novel of the First World War, the Gallipoli Campaign and a love story involving Louise Jones, a nurse from Wales, and Donald Peter Gillies (‘DP’), a young Scottish soldier in the ‘Lovat Scouts’ who hails from Ardnish.
It is a short book, just 244 pages, and well worth your while (if you choose to read it). It is written in a lovely way, with parts of it telling of the escape of Louise and Donald Peter overland, and by boat, from the peninsula of Gallipoli all the way to Malta.
Read – Ardnish was Home
Carving? Are you Crazy? I’m only six!
A couple of weeks ago, Ken told me his grandson, now age fourteen, expressed an interest in woodcarving. Ken felt he should encourage this and was keen on buying Jake a ‘carving kit’ to get him started. He also had a cutout of a ‘boot’ at home—a good project for a beginner. Ken would give this to Jake when they met.
Over the course of a few Saturdays, he would work with his grandson on the boot. If all went well, Jake would have a fine carving to set on the mantle, a good reminder that carving is a skill that can be taken up by almost everyone.
Read – Jake and ‘The Kit’
‘Witness for the Prosecution’ is a lovely film, as well as an enjoyable book. I watched the 2016 film version recently, set out in two parts on Acorn TV. I purchased the book shortly thereafter.
There were also film adaptations of the book in 1957 and 1982. I watched the earlier one when I was a youngster. I expect at least one of these three films should be available at your local library. And if not there, you can purchase or rent them through Amazon. The book is also widely available at libraries and book stores.
Read – Witness for the Prosecution
Socializing in the Early Days after ‘The Big Stop’.
It’s a pity I didn’t take this picture in March, when Ken Beckberger and I drove up to Brooklin once or twice a week, to sip lattés and chat in the Tim’s parking lot, often for two or three hours. Clearly we were starved for conversation and company. With winter coats, hats and scarves, we each sat in our respective cars, holding court through the driver’s seat window, until our bladders told us to head home for a washroom break.
Read – Lowdown on the Lockdown
Jefferson Kyle Kidd is seventy-one at the time of this story. The year is 1869 and Kidd earns his living in post-civil war Texas, reading the news in small towns and cities in the northern part of the state. I mention the north because the south of Texas had readier access to newspapers and magazines from the East and abroad.
The civil war ended several years earlier and Texas is now under military occupation (and a corrupt one at that). The roads are unsafe. Desperate men roam the countryside. Indian attacks on travelers and small farmers occur randomly. It is a dangerous time to live in Texas, particularly outside the larger towns or cities.
Read – News of the World
Festus and Virgil
Although my friend, Don, claims his birds are a work of art, and my brother-in-law favours relief carving, I often wonder why they don’t turn their minds to something that might be a little different—carving little people.
Most of my figures are 4 inches in height and no more than 1¼ inches square. I buy the wood—in one foot lengths—from Heinecke Wood Products. It is shipped promptly in boxes of 24 pieces (more or less), allowing easy storage on a shelf in your basement. Even including delivery, I estimate my wood cost for each carving at no more than $1.75.
Read – Why not Carve a Little Guy?
I first read The Scarlet Letter while studying at university in the 1960s. I liked the book, but never gave it a lot of thought, until Ray brought it up over lunch recently.
This is something that Ray often does. He mentions one of the great books from the past, and we spend time talking about it over coffee. It is a pleasant way to spend an afternoon. All the more so, because both of us had read a number of these classics when we were young.
Read – The Scarlet Letter
We are now in the ninth week of a Covid-19 lockdown in Ontario. It started on March 17, 2020—and as of Victoria Day, very few shops have reopened. Many will never reopen. Aside from grocery stores, pharmacies, gas stations and other essential businesses, we seem to have given up on our economy. It is no longer considered important.
The government prints money, shovels it out the door and prevents many lower-income people from earning a living. There will be a large price to pay for this economic folly. There are now 2 million more people unemployed today than in February. The April unemployment rate is 13%. It’s possible this will rise to 20% (or more) in the months to come.
Read – The Road Not Taken: Covid-19
Just before Christmas, my brother (who lives in Australia) was good enough to send me a book for holiday reading … a mystery story. It amounted to some 485 pages: normally too long for my tastes. But the typeface looked friendly and the dustjacket promising. I started reading later the next day.
This is the best book I have read in a long, long time. It has a complex, interesting plot, tells a intriguing story of a small town in the Australian outback and is a page turner to boot. Who could ask for more?
In the first few pages, we quickly learn that one year earlier, for no apparent reason, the Anglican priest in Riversend, Byron Swift, shot five people dead on a Sunday morning, just prior to church services.
Read – Scrublands
This past week I read a short obituary claiming Dick Smothers died this spring. This proved to be a hoax! He is alive and well, and currently a little over 80 years of age. His brother Tom, age 83, is also living. Both are long retired, although they do turn up from time-to-time for the odd TV appearance. Dick lives in Florida and Tom in California.
As luck would have it—a few days later, I came across another reference to the Smothers Brothers. I listened to ‘The Draft Dodger Rag’, a tune performed by Tom and Dick (together with George Segal) during the late 1960s. After hearing this song, and feeling a little nostalgia for my youth, I decided to see what I could find out about the two brothers, and their life and times.
Read – The Smothers Brothers: A Look at the Sixties