Friday, August 31, 2007

Group brings past to life at Shepherd celebration

Group brings past to life at Shepherd celebration


By SUSAN FIELD
Clare Managing Editor
PUBLISHED: Saturday, August 18, 2007

Using a blunt end of a deer antler, Tom Dwyer chipped away at a piece of obsidian Friday afternoon, showing onlookers how arrowheads were made.

Originally from Clare, Dwyer, who now lives in the Vestaburg area, also demonstrated wood carving at his campsite along the riverbank at the Salt River Park during Shepherd’s sesquicentennial celebration Friday.

Along with about 20 others who formed the Free Trappers group, Dwyer re-enacted what life was like for fur traders between 1616 and 1834.

Dwyer, who is of Ottawa Indian and French-Canadian descent, donned deerskin pants and boots as he chipped away at the volcanic glass that is not native to Michigan, but can be found in the state because early traders brought it from the Rocky Mountains and other areas.

Near the back of Salt River Park, several Free Trappers had set up camp Friday and more were on the way, Dwyer said.

Throughout the celebration of Shepherd’s 150th year, the group will demonstrate how fur trappers lived.

“We look at it like we’re teaching the kids living history,” Dwyer said. “When they go to school, they actually know what they’re taught.”

While Dwyer enjoys working with obsidian, he also has created arrowheads with Brazilian agate, flint and even the bottom of a broken glass ashtray.

As Luke Caswell, 7, of Charlevoix watched, Dwyer showed the boy the arrowhead that had once been part of the ashtray, telling him that transforming it was “the only good use for an ashtray.”

Although the skill is difficult to master, Dwyer has been making arrowheads for about six years.

While Dwyer used the deer antler Friday afternoon, he also uses the blunt ends of elk and moose antler, as well as rocks, for “knapping,” or breaking up larger pieces into small chunks that he forms into arrowheads.

“You break a lot of stones before you learn to do it,” Dwyer said. A member of the Flint Knappers, a group that creates arrowheads, Dwyer chooses to celebrate his heritage, displaying at his camp a gun that would have been given to Tribal chief or a French officer, and an elk skin coat that would have been worn by his ancestors.

Also on display outside the tepee is an Atl Atl, a spear-like weapon used by North American tribes that pre-dates the bow by 25,000 years, according to Dwyer.

It isn’t the knapping that creates the cuts in the rock to form an arrowhead, Dwyer said.

It’s the sound vibration.

“The thoery is, a BB hitting a window makes a cone,” he said. “All I’m doing is directing that cone.”

After sound vibration chips away at the stone, the sharp edges can be a hazard -- particularly when Dwyer uses obsidian.

“Obsidian breaks down to one micron, which is four times sharper than surgical steel,” he said. “It will cut you.”

http://www.themorningsun.com/stories/081807/loc_past.shtml

First-round pick could ride fast track to majors

Last updated August 17, 2007 9:34 p.m. PT
M's first-round pick could ride fast track to majors

First-round pick could ride fast track to majors

By JOHN HICKEY
Seattle P-I REPORTER

John McLaren was talking to a baseball friend the other day and got a scouting report on first-round draft pick Phillippe Aumont.

"The best report on him I got came from outside the organization," McLaren said Friday. "The guy said that, except for the Price kid (No. 1 overall pick David Price of Vanderbilt), Aumont has more polish than anyone.

"He said this kid has got the highest ceiling."

Aumont, all 6 feet 7, 225 pounds of him, was introduced Friday. A French-Canadian from just outside Montreal, he was the 11th pick in the draft.

He's a member of the Canadian national team, and now he's off to Joplin, Mo., where he will join his team in a small tournament that also includes the U.S. and Taiwan.

From there, it's off to Ixtapa, Mexico, for a 12-team international competition. He will join the Mariners organization when he reports later in September to the instructional league in Peoria, Ariz.

Aumont didn't take up baseball until he was 14. Within two years, he was drawing the attention of scouts. Now, he's just cashed a signing-bonus check worth $1.9 million.

He can thank the Canadian team for that, because he's been able to face competition far beyond what most 18-year-olds have access to.

"His ability is good enough to play in the major leagues," said Bob Fontaine, the Mariners' vice president in charge of scouting. "He hasn't pitched as much as most kids his age, but the competition he's faced has been much, much better. And he's done well against that competition."

The competition didn't seemed to faze Aumont.

"The jump in competition to the national team meant I got to play against professionals," Aumont said. "They were guys who were willing to work the count. It was a good experience."

Wayne Norton, the Mariners scout who helped land Aumont, said the right-hander's future is bright.

"I've seen him pitch a dozen times," Norton said. "And every time, really every time, he made improvements. He never plateaued at all. He was always finding a way to get better."

The book on Aumont is that he throws a regular (four-seam) fastball that touches 97 or 98 mph. His cut (two-seam) fastball clocks at 93 to 94. And he has a decent changeup and breaking pitches.

"Guys like him make scouting easy," Norton said. "I've seen a couple other Canadians in the last few years, like Adam Loewen and Jeff Francis. Both of them are doing well, and he's not going to take a back seat to either one of them."

The Mariners would like to think that while most 18-year-olds take four or five years to get to the big leagues, Aumont, because of his experience, strength and poise, could arrive in half that time.

"I don't know," Aumont said. "But I'm excited to get going."
P-I reporter John Hickey Follow his Mariners blog at blog.seattlepi.com/baseball.

http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/baseball/328184_mbar18.html

In Moultonborough: Frost's work recalled by professor

In Moultonborough: Frost's work recalled by professor

By ERIN PLUMMER
Laconia Citizen, NH
Saturday, August 18, 2007



David Wattson, an English professor at UNH, shares the poetry of Robert Frost during a recent presentation on Frost's work at Castle in the Clouds.
(Erin Plummer/Staff Photo)

David Watters attended camp in Vermont when he was 9. One day "this old, white-haired guy talked to us boys," he said.

Watters would learn later the man was Robert Frost.

Decades later, Watters is now an English professor at the University of New Hampshire and has gained great knowledge and appreciation of Frost's poetry through years of study.

Watters shared Frost's works and discussed the influences, from early 20th century politics to everyday farm life, the lead him to create his vivid, yet simple poetry during a lecture at Castle in the Clouds.

"Robert Frost's New Hampshire" was a free lecture held on Wednesday at the Carriage House sponsored by the New Hampshire Humanities Council. For more than an hour, Watters shared Frost's poetry and discussed how early 20th century New Hampshire shaped the poet's verse.

Frost had his own connection to the Lakes Region. In 1894 he stayed in a cabin on Ossipee Mountain and regularly went to Melvin Village to see his future wife Eleanor while passing through.

The shy flirting between the two was written about in the poem "Meeting and Passing," where Frost and his object of affection shyly circle each other and exchange glances while talking.

"Is it a dance or is it some secret geometry there that makes these two?" asked Watters, who also spoke about how by talking "sometimes when people come together, they weave together their past."

In 1901 when Frost was living in Derry with his wife Eleanor and their daughter, Watters said newspapers of the time describe a massive ice storm hitting the town. The storm may have been the inspiration for "Storm Fear," describing Frost and his family huddling in the house as a storm blew outside. Watters said the poem may contain references to the writings of Sigmund Freud, which were popular at the time, speaking of how the inner drive powers all humans. The storm, or "the beast," beckons all inside to "'Come out! Come out!" and how "It costs no inward struggle not to go" may refer to one's inner nature, or id, being enticed to come out.

Many of Frost's poems also reflected the political situation of the time.

"He wrote 'Mending Wall' at a time of immigrant dispute," Watters said, where the poem discusses the dichotomy of wanting isolation ("Good fences make good neighbors") or accepting diversity ("Something there is that doesn't love a wall"). Frost's neighbor in the poem, Napoleon Guay, who asserted that "good fences make good neighbors" was also a French-Canadian.

The labor disputes of the time were also a subject that maybe have influenced Frost. "Tuft of Flowers" speaks of a mower who was likely "alone. 'As all must be... whether they work together or apart.'" The line may have been a reference to strikes and the divide created by the disputes with some people calling for a civil war.

"He's living in complicated times, but he's going back to nature," Watters said.

That return to nature is evident in several poems including "Hyla Brook," a brook running past his house in Derry by which he built a bench. The hyla, or tree frogs, for which the brook is named are also viewed as tree sprites.

"It evokes a kind of time when people did believe nature was magic," Watters said. "To speak about these things may be a little embarrassing in 1910."

Watters said the poem itself evokes a sense of simplicity in an era of progress. The reference to "ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow" speaks of the old memory of hearing a sleigh in a time when cars were more common and the road past Frost's house in Derry, Route 28, was being plowed instead of rolled.

Frost's overall style was influenced by Latin poets, especially the Georgian movement all combined with the culture and surroundings of New England.

"What New England counted for was an existence where words mean something," Watters said. "He valued the core freedoms for New England."

While Frost was "not a church-goer," Watters recalled a story where Frost punched a man visiting his home when the visitor said he was an atheist. "How can a thinking man be an atheist?" Watters asked of Frost's philosophy. "The belief is worth caring about, that's what it means to be human."

"In one way there will never be another Frost," Watters said. "He was like a rock star in some way, I think he had a kind of cultural authority."

Frost wrote and died in a time where poets such as Allen Ginsberg and Sylvia Plath were popular with their unique styes. "People underestimate him. They think he was one thing but he was really something else."

Watters watched Frost read at the inauguration of President John F. Kennedy on television, being called in from shoveling the driveway by his mother. As he entered college, he gained more of an understanding and appreciation of Frost's work as a native of New England.

He has more appreciation of Frost now than when the "old, white-haired guy" spoke with him and his fellow campers.

"I wish he had come over and said 'you too shall be a poet someday,'" Watters said. "I was just a 9-year-old, what did I know?"

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Champlain 400 Anniversary

Champlain 400 Anniversary

http://www.lcbp.org/champlain400.htm
The year 2009 will mark the 400th anniversary of Samuel de Champlain's arrival to the region. Celebrations are being planned in New York and Vermont and the Richelieu region of Quebec for 2009. In 2008, Quebec City will kick off the festivities with a celebration. Learn more about plans to commemorate this historic event!

Learn About Samuel de Champlain

* Timeline: The Life of Samuel de Champlain, 1567-1635 (2 MB PDF)
* Hélène Boullé: Champlain’s Young Bride in New France (195 KB PDF)

"A Day With Sam"

How might Samuel de Champlain feel about Lake Champlain if he were to visit today? Read this humorous encounter with Sam, written by LCBP Program Manager Bill Howland to celebrate the LCBP's 15th Anniversary in October 2006. Read, "A Day With Sam..." (PDF file).

The New York and Vermont Quadricentennial commission

Samuel de Champlain - Adventurer in New France (America's Historic Lakes website)
http://www.historiclakes.org/S_de_Champ/S_de_Champlain.html

Vermont Celebrates Lake Champlain
http://www.champlain400.com/

http://www.exploreny400.com/
Hudson-Fulton-Champlain Quadricentennial Commission

Quebec City 2008 Celebration
http://www.monquebec2008.com/MonQuebec2008/index.php

Champlain College Quadricentennial Website
http://champlainquadricentennial.com/
On this Web site you will also learn about the International Symposium we’re hosting in 2009. Scholars from different countries will meet to share their findings, insights and enthusiams for Lake Champlain, Samuel de Champlain and his world.


http://www.lcbp.org/champlain400.htm

Digging up days past

Digging up days past


DEREK PRUITT - Field archaeologist Abigail McGuirk digs up soil from a late 1800s privy in the Henry Hudson Town Houses dig site Wednesday morning. McGuirk and other team members from Hartgen Archeological Associates unearthed a Model T engine block in the same privy earlier this week. The archaeologists are conducting a survey of the area to gather historical data before the construction gets underway for new apartments.


COURTESY OF TRACY MILLER, HARTGEN ARCHEOLOGICAL ASSOCIATES, INC. A Model T engine block sits in the soil and coal ash that filled in an outhouse from the late 1800s to early 1900s.


DEREK PRUITT - A late-1800s baby carriage sits at the Henry Hudson Town Houses dig site Wednesday. Archaeologist Kevin Moody helped unearth the carriage and said there were many dolls and childrens’ items at that location.


DEREK PRUITT - Archaeologist Kevin Moody explores a trash pit in on exploratory dig at the Henry Hudson Town Houses on Wednesday morning. Moody was finding bottles, pottery, beads and buttons from the early 1900s. A team of archaeologists from Hartgen Archeological Associates were surveying the site at the Henry Hudson Town Houses before construction starts on the new apartment buildings.


DEREK PRUITT - Pieces of pottery lie next to a trash pit site being worked on by archaeologist Kevin Moody on Wednesday morning. Moody found lots of broken pottery and glass bottles mixed with BBs leading him to think the spot may have been used for a target range.


DEREK PRUITT - A team of archaeologists from Hartgen Archeological Associates maps and surveys a dig under a parking lot at the Henry Hudson Town Houses on Wednesday morning.


By MAURY THOMPSON
Glens Falls Post-Star, NY
Thursday, August 9, 2007 12:27 AM EDT

GLENS FALLS * Archaeologists digging through the area around the Henry Hudson Town Houses complex discovered an early-20th century Model T engine block, with original pistons, discarded in the pit of a former outhouse.

“It’s along the lines of one of the neatest things I’ve ever found,” said Tracy Miller, project director with Hartgen Archeological Associates.

An antique car expert dated the engine to between 1909 and 1919, said Steve Riester, an archeologist working on the project.

Archaeologists also found a drive shaft that likely came from the same vehicle, Riester said.

“Only two payments left,” Glens Falls Mayor Roy Akins joked when a Post-Star reporter told him of the find.

Apparently the outhouse pit was being used as a garbage dump, because it was filled with coal ash and other discarded items such as old bottles, Miller said. Artifacts uncovered elsewhere on the dig site led archaeologists to believe a young child died of an infectious disease sometime around the early 1900s, Miller said.

A baby carriage, pieces of dolls and other toys were buried along with medicine bottles in a garbage pit.

“It’s really strange. Basically everything we found in this pit is associated with a child,” she said.

The archaeology firm is studying what once were foundations and backyards of a house and a four-unit apartment building that were demolished when the townhouses were built between Broad Street and Hudson Avenue in the early 1970s.

The townhouses will soon be demolished in phases and replaced with new apartment units.

Artifacts being uncovered will be turned over to the state Office of Parks, Recreation and Historic Preservation and likely will ultimately go to the New York State Museum in Albany, Miller said.

The archaeology firm will prepare a report of their findings and the historical context.

The study comes at an opportune time, as the city is about to celebrate its centennial next year, Akins said. “It’s great to see some of these pieces of history pop out, whether it be 1910 or the various stories of our family histories,” he said.

Federal and state laws require an archaeological review be done before the start of any construction funded by the federal Department of Housing and Urban Development, Miller said.

About 70 houses, some dating back to the mid-1800s, were demolished when the townhouses were built. Using historic maps, the archeologists identified two former housing lots on the townhouses property that were easily accessible under a parking lot and playground

Artifacts discovered during the dig, which began two weeks ago and is expected to end Friday, will provide insight into how French-Canadian immigrant neighborhoods compare with Irish and German immigrant neighborhoods previously studied in Albany and Troy, Miller said.

The original St. Alphonsus Church on Broad Street was built in 1855 as a parish for French-Canadians who had settled in the neighborhood, Akins said.

Evergreen Partners, the Maine-based real estate group redeveloping the townhouses complex, plans to use the historical report as the basis of an information kiosk to be placed in the community room of the new complex, Miller said.

Evergreen Partners, through its subsidiary Hudson Avenue Housing Associates, plans to demolish the existing 136 townhouse units in phases and replace them with new construction.

Demolition of the first building is expected to take place next week, said Charles Allen, a principal in Evergreen Partners. A celebration for city officials and townhouse residents of the start of construction is scheduled for Aug. 21.

http://www.poststar.com/articles/2007/08/08/news/local/
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Park offers variety of paths to explore

Maine course
Park offers variety of paths to explore

By KAREN SAMELSON
ksamelson@journalsentinel.com
Posted: Aug. 4, 2007

Acadia National Park


Photo/Karen Samelson
Kayaks sit on the beach of Burnt Porcupine Island in Frenchman Bay with a view toward Bar Harbor and Acadia National Park in Maine.


Photo/Karen Samelson
A luna moth rests on the wall of the bathroom at the campground.


Photo/Karen Samelson
Keanna and Josh Chang find the iron ladders on Dorr Mountain at Acadia National Park.
If You Go
Getting around: A free propane-powered shuttle bus based in Bar Harbor runs loops around the park from June 23 to Oct. 8.
Entrance fees: $20 covers entrance to the park for one vehicle for seven days.
Camping: Acadia has two campgrounds on Mount Desert Island, including the 306-site Blackwoods Campground; reservations are recommended from mid-June until Columbus Day. Camping at Blackwoods costs $20 a night from May 1 to Oct. 31. www.recreation.govor (877) 444-6777.
Kayaking: Tours from Bar Harbor include Acadia1 Water Sports at www.kayak1.comor (888) 786-0676.
Bicycling: Rentals in Bar Harbor include Acadia Bike www.acadiabike.comor (800) 526-8615.
More information: www.nps.gov/acad


Photo/Karen Samelson
Sea urchins are among the creatures in Acadia's tide pools.



Photo/Karen Samelson
Bass Harbor Head Lighthouse, on Acadia's Mount Desert Island, offers the quintessential Maine view.
Mount Desert Island, Maine



Graphic/Journal Sentinel
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Bar Harbor, Maine - From its creature-filled tide pools to its bare granite summits, Acadia National Park on Mount Desert Island offers splendid views of the rocky Maine coast for active visitors of all ages.

The cliffs and crags prompted French explorer Samuel de Champlain to name it Isles des Monts-déserts, or Island of Barren Mountains, in 1604.

But it's not totally bare. The island supports maple and oak as well as spruce and fir forests, along with wetlands with beaver lodges and meadows with wildflowers.

Besides the plentiful deer, lucky visitors may spot a peregrine falcon, fox or, on rare occasions, a moose.

Acadia has a tremendous diversity of activities, many of which are kid-friendly: hiking on flat paths or climbing up vertical iron ladders, kayaking or catching a boat cruise in the waters off Mount Desert Island, biking on the rustic carriage trails or moving more slowly to look for tide pools or blueberries.

Acadia is the perfect vacation spot for families, and while it is busiest in the summer, its fall foliage is also popular.

"It's awesome," my young friend Josh Chang of Old Saybrook, Conn., exclaimed as he spied his first metal ladder used to climb 1,270-foot Dorr Mountain, the third-highest summit on Mount Desert Island.

I had talked my college friend Lynda Kieffer and her energetic kids, Josh, 8, and Keanna Chang, 10, into camping at Acadia, and we had no trouble finding activities we all could enjoy.

Although it was a holiday week and the bustling resort town of Bar Harbor is practically in the national park, we found ways to avoid the crowds. Because most visitors stay in town, camping is a great way to avoid the congestion, get tips from fellow campers and discover hidden gems, such as the beautiful green luna moth resting at the bathroom.

Blackwoods Campground is only five miles from stores and restaurants in Bar Harbor but seems a world away - no cell phone reception and no showers (though the bathrooms do have electricity). Tall trees keep its 306 sites from getting too noisy.

Acadia, which in 1919 became the first national park east of the Mississippi River, is relatively small, but it gets more than 2 million visitors a year. Overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, it is about 280 miles northeast of Boston.

U.S. Highway 3 leads from the mainland through Bar Harbor and past the campground, but the limited-access 20-mile Park Loop Road is the way most visitors see Acadia.

Besides the Loop Road by car or the free propane-powered bus, you can see Mount Desert Island by foot, boat or bike, which offers a more intimate view.

Extremely ambitious visitors could do all three in one day, as Nate Bowker points out.

He suggests paddling at sunrise in Frenchman Bay, grabbing breakfast in Bar Harbor, hiking to the top of Cadillac Mountain, returning for lunch, biking the carriage roads for 20 miles, eating dinner, then climbing Otter Cliff to see sunset.

Of course, Nate, who was spending his second summer working for Acadia Bike Rentals, is only 24.

Jennifer Webber, who has worked for the park for 20 years, offers recommendations that can be done more leisurely and perhaps are better suited to the average tourist: Cadillac Mountain (which is accessible by car), the Park Loop Road and the carriage roads.
Getting a foothold

We opted to get an overview - literally - on 1,270-foot Dorr Mountain, the third-highest summit on Mount Desert Island.

It is named after George Dorr, the visionary first superintendent who helped acquire land for this treasure.

We laced up our hiking boots for the short but steep Ladder Trail, accessible via the Tarn Trail from the Nature Center.

When the path's stone steps hit rock faces that are close to vertical, several iron ladders with railings appear. They brought the promised excitement for Josh and Keanna, who are experienced little hikers with no great fear of heights.

The trail is rated strenuous, and the park's trail guide says, "Trails with iron rungs . . . are not recommended for small children." The trail certainly isn't for people who don't like heights; the kids figured it was good their dad had stayed at home.

From the summit, Dorr offers spectacular views of the Atlantic Ocean and islands to the south, Frenchman Bay and Bar Harbor to the east, woods to the north, and the bald granite dome of Cadillac Mountain just to the west.

The many tourists on Cadillac - at 1,530 feet it is the highest point on Mount Desert Island and the highest peak on the Atlantic Seaboard - looked like ants swarming over the rocks.

In contrast, although it was two days before July Fourth, at the top of Dorr we only ran into a dad and his young son hitting their third summit of the day.

A southern route over granite slabs provided a rocky but tamer route off Dorr.

There's no faster way to cool down after a four-hour, four-mile hike than to dip your feet into the Atlantic. By late afternoon, there were even a few spaces in the parking lot for Sand Beach.

Two people were snorkeling - in wetsuits - and a couple of kids had submersed themselves in the saltwater, but most beach-goers were simply wading in the 56-degree water.

Visitors wanting to swim in a warmer inland lake can check out the beach at Echo Lake on the quieter western lobe of Mount Desert Island, shaped like the claw of the Maine lobster. The beach is just below the Beech Cliff Trail, which offers more ladders for thrill-seekers such as Josh and Keanna.

Acadia, similar to parts of Wisconsin, was shaped by glaciers, which occasionally left rocks in odd places.

The South Bubble is one such spot, where a huge boulder from elsewhere, known as a "glacial erratic," is perched precariously.

We hiked up the southern route, which entailed a fair amount of what the kids call "hand climbing." At least once, Lynda had to point out a handhold for me after the kids had quickly clambered up a big step.

The half-mile trail on the northern side of South Bubble Mountain is much easier, so young children and grandparents alike had made it up for photo ops of their loved ones trying to "push" the boulder.

From the top, the brilliant blue Jordan Pond dominates the view toward the ocean. The Jordan Pond House on the other end is a popular stop for afternoon tea and popovers.
Paddle power

With its freshwater ponds and surrounding ocean, Acadia cries out for exploring by boat. There are ranger-led nature trips to some of the park's islands, and visitors wanting a quiet paddle can rent canoes on Long Pond. We opted for a more adventurous option, a sea kayak excursion.

A number of outfitters lead half-day kayak trips out of Bar Harbor for about $45. They welcome beginners and often offer family trips (just beware of age and height requirements).

After numerous calls from the campground pay phone to find a guide who would take children on the smaller side, we found Acadia1 kayak tours would come through for us on a few hours' notice.

Our guide at Acadia1 Water Sports, Shaun Donovan, gave paddling and safety instructions to the group of 12, which included a family from New York and a mother with two daughters from Georgia. Lynda and I each had a tandem with a child paddling in the bow.

The flotilla set off, easily paddling past two islands and countless lobster buoys, taking occasional breaks to rest and look into Frenchman Bay's clear waters.

We landed on Burnt Porcupine Island, where the adults snacked on spicy focaccia bread while Keanna picked up beach glass, worn pieces of red brick and sea urchin shells.

Shaun, who has been guiding for 22 years, explained that the island had been inhabited long ago by settlers who found it good for fishing - and better for mosquitoes than on the big island. (Luckily, mosquitoes weren't a problem this summer.)

The expedition's highlight was the stretch of big waves on the windward side of the island. Whee! The kids loved paddling through it.

What they didn't love was the wind that picked up. Shaun thought we'd have a tailwind to push the boats home, but the sea had other ideas. Taking a break by an island, we watched a stately bald eagle perched above us as a four-masted schooner sailed in the distance. A few lucky people got a glimpse of a porpoise.

But the wind came at us, forcing everyone to paddle hard to make headway. By the end of the five-mile trip, one of the tired teens was really looking forward to the hot tub at her hotel.

Other paddlers were hungry, so Shaun recommended his favorite ice cream parlor (Ben & Bill's) but warned against the lobster ice cream.

We rewarded ourselves with hot showers ($1.25 for four minutes) down the road from camp.
Pedal power

Another way to see the island is by bike.

The island has 45 miles of carriage roads, thanks to industrialist John D. Rockefeller Jr., who had them built on his land during the early 1900s. Today, bicyclists use the gravel roads to explore the national park. Bike rentals are available in Bar Harbor for $21 a day.

"You really can't find anything like that anywhere else," Nate Bowker said, referring to the high quality of the century-old roads, before he led a bike ride.

Walkers (and horses) also are welcome on the carriage roads, which are well-marked with wooden signposts and have a number of beautifully crafted stone bridges. Doing a pleasant 2½-mile hike near the Hulls Cove Visitor Center paid off handsomely when we discovered wild blueberries that were ripe enough to eat. Sweet success!

And a 5½-year-old from Florida named Ryan earnestly showed us a beaver dam and lodge in wetlands near the carriage road. He was a junior ranger in training, his parents explained with a smile.

Indeed, a junior ranger program is one way to help children stay busy and learn about the park.

Keanna and Josh did activities in the $2 Junior Ranger Book, which included short-answer nature questions as well as puzzles. To earn a badge, kids also should attend two of the park's many ranger-led activities. So after making s'mores each night we went to a campground program, where children and adults alike learned fascinating facts about Acadia's early settlers and got to touch fur pelts.

Acadia also has a small nature center, the Abbe Museum with American Indian artifacts and a museum about maritime history on Little Cranberry Island.

Another good family activity is exploring tide pools at the end of the Ship Harbor Trail (rated easy) on the western part of the island. Josh and Keanna found tiny shrimp, mussels and limpets, as well as a spiny sea urchin that they bravely picked up and then gently returned to its habitat.

The nearby Bass Harbor Head Lighthouse provides that quintessential Maine lighthouse view - as well as more rocks to climb on.

And if all that exploring is creating an appetite, the island has numerous lobster shacks. It's the rocky coast of Maine, after all.

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Signs of The Times



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Signs of The Times


Thomaston has taken it upon itself to reinvent the walking tour — and other towns are taking notice.
Joshua F. Moore
Down East Online


Signs of The Times
Thomaston has an identity crisis. All that remains of its signature landmark, the Maine State Penitentiary, is a grassy field. Its Main Street boasts one of Maine's most remarkable collections of nineteenth-century architecture, yet its eastern skyline is still dominated by a big, ugly cement factory. The broad, tree-lined streets here are some of the most pleasant in New England, but few motorists leave the gridlock of Route 1 to explore them.

Coming to grips with this complex community has never been easy for either locals or visitors. But thanks to a Cushing museum expert and his pale yellow plaques, Thomaston has come to life in a whole new way for anyone willing to spend a few minutes strolling the sidewalks here.

The signs, twenty-five in all, comprise Thomaston's "Museum in the Streets," an entertaining, bilingual, self-guided tour that leads walkers along Main and Knox Streets, two roads listed on the National Historic Register. The details they contain offer glimpses into the parlors and bedrooms that people have called home for the better part of two centuries. The first such walking tour in the nation, the stories and vintage photos on these plaques go beyond explaining the town's architectural styles and pull back the curtains to expose the everyday lives of the shipbuilders, bankers, sailors, and quarry workers who built this community into what was once one of America's most significant maritime ports.

One sign located at the public landing bears a laminated image of the full-rigged ship Samuel Watts, taken in 1870, as she pulled away from the other wooden sailing ships being built on the Thomaston waterfront. Anyone glancing at it is immediately struck by what has changed here. But look closer and you'll see that the same stone navigational marker still stands in the St. George River, and boatsheds still line the shore. You notice how little has changed here in 200 years — and how much.

The Museum in the Streets focuses on a loose collection of properties handpicked by the Thomaston Historical Society for their historical and architectural significance, as well as for the stories behind them. The rich details within these narratives are often as interesting as the houses themselves. Instead of just describing the history of the toll bridge over the St. George River, for example, the plaque there explains, "Some say that north of the bridge the first Indian trading post was established by the Pilgrims of Plymouth Colony in 1623." At Captain David Jenks' former Main Street residence, built in 1795 and originally used as a tavern, walkers are told that despite being one of the oldest structures in town, its history is a bit hazy. "Depending on which history you read, the story changes," it says, disclosing that this walking tour takes on no scholarly airs. But a description of the 160 wood-fired limekilns that dotted the St. George riverfront in 1828 instantly sends your senses back 175 years, stating simply, "Imagine the smoke."

Thomaston's two-mile walking tour takes most amblers an hour or two and can be begun anywhere in town. A map is available in local shops and is also posted on the side of the Thomaston Café downtown. The plaques add a breezy introduction to the architecture of the homes that have been attracting savvy homebuyers to the town in recent years. Main Street's Ranlett-Gould House, for example, with its classic Greek Revival lines and ionic columns dating from 1849, stands as an anachronism to the modern SUVs and tractor-trailers that rumble past it on Route 1. Just steps away, tall maple trees on broad, sleepy Knox Street help shade former millionaire shipbuilder Samuel Watts' house, the largest in town, according to the plaque, and boasting a thirty-by-forty-foot front room large enough to swallow many modern homes (Watts built a home to "reflect his standing in the world," the sign says). Most of the ultraviolet-resistant plastic laminate plaques, which have a ten-year warranty and are mounted between two six-foot-tall posts, are positioned on the same side of the street and not directly in front of the house they're describing, but on town property beside the sidewalk across the road. They were deliberately placed both to protect homeowners' privacy and, in many cases, to allow walkers to stand precisely where the photographer stood when he captured the vintage photographs that adorn each sign.

The plaques themselves, though, are only part of the Museum in the Streets experience. Step back from the one marking the Ranlett-Gould House and you'll practically stumble into the front yard of a fine, and unmarked, 1840 example of the Federal style. Around the corner from a Knox Street plaque explaining the elaborate Italianate style of an 1854 home constructed by local builder James Overlock, with its sheltered side entrance and overly large porch brackets, sits a Queen Anne Victorian, its wraparound deck and peaked rooflines presenting an equally interesting, and yet unexplained, structure. It is as if the sites on the tour are not so much destinations, but rather waypoints to pique everyone's curiosity about all the people who built and lived in this lovely old shipbuilding town.

Fostering the community's own sense of pride in its heritage has been the driving force behind the Museum in the Streets program, according to Patrick Cardon, a resident of nearby Cushing who developed the concept. A former museum administrator, Cardon has established five similar walking tours in France and owns the trademark to the Museum in the Streets concept. "We started with a fairly glib statement: 'If people won't come to the museum, let's take the museum to the people,' " Cardon says. "The idea is to take the museum out of the museum, out of a building, and make people aware that where they live is a museum of its own."

As Cardon sees it, his Museum in the Streets helps bring Thomaston to life in ways that other tours cannot. "If you can find a guidebook, it's just a mute representation — it won't tell you what happened behind the doors and windows," he says. "This is not anonymous, it's about people: their lives, their part in history."

It is also the juxtaposition of old and new that brings Thomaston to life. Just a few steps from a plaque describing the congenial history of the side-by-side Baptist and Episcopal churches on Main Street, for example, a plastic lettered sign at the Masonic Temple advertises an upcoming five-dollar public supper (fish chowder). Even the impressive Ranlett-Gould House sports a satellite dish tucked away behind its porch, a modern amenity missing from the vintage photograph of Captain Ranlett's home. And you'll be hard-pressed to find any vinyl siding in Thomaston, but the town's true character is revealed as much in its imperfections as its renovations; the paint on many homes is peeling, and many have the trademark barn slowly seceding from the main house. These homes are and have always been lived in, and these flaws are simply wrinkles on their otherwise impressive facades, and they all contribute to the town's character.

Valmore Blastow, Jr., Thomaston's town manager, says the tour helps both locals and tourists discover the town's rich history. "Thomaston is a historical community, so this kind of plays right into the make-up of the town," Blastow explains. "It's one of the few communities that have kept so many colonial structures intact along the Route 1 corridor, without them becoming commercialized.

"The tour gives you an instant peek into the community without doing a lot of research," he says. "You can just be passing through the town and take the tour and go away potentially knowing more about the town than someone who's lived here his whole life."

But it was a relatively new resident, the Algerian-born, Egypt-raised, and New York-educated Patrick Cardon who has brought Thomaston's sense of history to life. Born to a family of Suez Canal workers, Cardon, 55, immigrated to the U.S. when he was seventeen, eventually earning a doctorate in Egyptology from New York University and later serving as a museum administrator and independent museum consultant in France. Cardon fell in love with Maine after a landfall in Camden during the 1970s. He humbly admits he speaks "a fair number" of languages and still spends several months of the year at his home in the Loire Valley, but says the Cushing farm he purchased in 2000 is the spot he and his wife now call home.

After settling in Cushing, Cardon didn't waste much time in approaching Thomaston's selectmen, who enthusiastically approved his project, provided that funds for it could be raised privately. The Thomaston Historical Society and Thomaston Public Library agreed to help research and write the legends for the plaques. Cardon says gathering the $21,000 needed to manufacture the series of plaques took only a few days, thanks to Fred Moon, Cardon's brother-in-law and a fellow Cushing resident, and a generous gift from the midcoast's own credit-card giant and benefactor MBNA (purchased by Bank of America).

Luthera Dawson, who at ninety-two admits she was recommended to help with the history tour because "I'm so darned old I've lived through a lot of it," says the project's success has exceeded her expectations. More often than she anticipated, she reports, she is noticing groups of people huddled around the plaques. "Some people have seen the place and thought they'd come here someday," she says, "and now they're finally making it."

Cardon says he has pitched his concept to other town managers around the state, hoping to set up two Museum in the Streets "trails" in Maine: one going up the Kennebec River Valley through Augusta, Waterville, and Skowhegan, and the other along the coast, through Thomaston, Rockland, and Belfast. Most are excited about his idea, which would cost each town about $10,000 to implement. An avid history buff ("In the absence of history, you end up living in the day-to-day," he says) who is completely smitten with Maine, Cardon shrugs off any suggestion he promotes the Museum in the Streets for profit. "I make some money, but I don't make a lot," he says. "If I wanted to make a lot of money it'd be franchised, and I don't want to do that because there's a quality that I really want to keep track of."

The real reward, Cardon says, is meeting local treasures like Luthera Dawson. As enthusiastic as he is about developing these self-guided tours, the community involvement is key, and if one is cool to his idea (Camden's Planning Board rejected his proposal this spring, unable to squeeze the plaques within the town's rigid sign ordinance), he will not push the issue.

On the corner of Main and Robinson Streets, a plaque describing Captain Edward Robinson's home mentions that the side street was named to honor his widow, Penelope Fales Robinson. It's a detail made all the more interesting by also noting that for years locals insisted on calling it Penelope Lane, to emphasize that it honored a great woman, and not her husband.

With the Museum in the Streets, Thomaston honors both of them, plus so much more in this remarkable community.

Bienvenue à Thomaston
The Museum in the Streets is bilingual, curiously.

Perhaps the most unusual aspect of Thomaston's walking tour is the complete French translation that accompanies the description on each plaque. When Patrick Cardon brought his concept of the Museum in the Streets to Thomaston's board of selectmen, he insisted the town adopt this bilingual style, a trademark of his European tours.

"Bilingualism is not an issue of language, it's an issue of tourism," Cardon explains, adding that the tours can also be used in foreign language classes. He insists on this bilingual component as a way to unite the plaques in all his tours. "It all has a similarity of image, regardless of where it's located," Cardon says. "In France, people relate to this as a product. Here, I want it to be a Maine product."

Although not everyone in town was enchanted with the notion of bilingual signage, Thomaston Town Manager Valmore Blastow, Jr., says the town ultimately chose French as a second language because of the state's longtime relationship with French-Canadians.

For Luthera Dawson, a longtime Thomaston resident and member of the town's historical society and library who helped dig up the information for the plaques, the bilingual component was a stretch. "I wasn't all that excited about the French at first, but I went along with it," Dawson says. "If we were up around Lewiston, I think we'd get more French-speaking people, but we don't get that many around here. But since the plaques were made in France and Patrick speaks French, it was almost a natural, and I'm not sure we could've gotten out of it."

Cardon says several of the Maine town managers he's consulted with about potential tours in their communities have expressed some concern with the tour's bilingual component, but he remains steadfast in his desire to have a second language represented, whether it's French or some other. "It raises an awareness that we're not all the same," he maintains.

Editor's Note: The City of Belfast, approximately 15 miles north on Route 1, also has a historical walking tour.

http://downeast.godengo.com/Articles-2007/Signs-of-The-Times/

Celebrating life the Canadian way

Celebrating life the Canadian way

By Megan Hirons, Staff Reporter
Gulf News, United Arab Emirates
08/09/2007

The Club for Canadians is about much more than hockey and maple syrup.

Formed 13 years ago to give Canadians in Dubai a chance to network with their countrymen, the club organises four major events a year, which are attended by three to four hundred members.

Though no formal membership list exists, participants can keep updated through the recently revamped website www.clubforcanadians-dubai.org.

Jacques Morin, past president and current events organiser, is one of three members on the executive committee. He became involved after arriving in Dubai four years ago. "I came here alone," he said, and was looking for a support system and a way to meet people.

The 47-year-old continued in his lilted French-Canadian accent: "Right away I got elected to help organise the club's events. Then I was elected as vice-president and the next year, president."

The executive committee has numbered as many as 12 in the past, however the numbers have dwindled to the current three as life gets busier in Dubai.

"Now that Dubai has so much to offer, some people find less need for the club. All of us on the executive work full-time jobs, so we are always looking for volunteers."

Morin defines the club as primarily a social organisation, both for families and for singles.

Members keep in touch via the website and they have a list of e-mail addresses that they keep up-to-date with a monthly newsletter that highlights upcoming social, cultural and sporting events and ties with the Canadian Business Council (CBC), the Canadian Consulate, and groups such as the hockey club.

The group is not-for-profit and anyone interested in joining can sign up on the club's website.

Event missed

The club hosts four major events each year. There is usually a spring event, Canada Day on July 1, Canadian Thanksgiving in October, which is separate from and not to be mistaken for American Thanksgiving in November, and Christmas dinner.

This year the group unfortunately missed hosting a Canada Day celebration with all of the executive committee being on leave at that time.

George Braun, Vice Consul and Trade Minister with the Canadian Consulate in Dubai is the current President of the club, and his wife Cindie-Eve Bourassa Braun, is the Treasurer.

The Brauns are also members of the CBC, with Cindy currently serving as Executive Director, and there are strong links between the Consulate, the CBC and the Club for Canadians. Many of the events are funded by CBC companies and partially supported by the Consulate.

"We make small profits on our events that get re-invested into the club. The functions pay for themselves and leave us with a little money in the bank to organise further functions and activities," Morin said.

Donald Marrow, 56, comes from Vancouver originally but has lived in Dubai for the past 16 months. He and his wife joined the club shortly after arriving here. The business proprietor explained why he joined the group.

"It's a wonderful organisation. It's good that I can get out and mix it up with other Canadians. We bounce off of each other, share experiences and try to remember the worst things about the country," he joked. He has made a few friends, and had a chance to get out and have some fun.

So why join up? Georges Braun, current President of the club, explains his own interest, "As an expat living far from home, I'm looking forward to celebrating uniquely Canadian holidays and events with my fellow citizens ... so if people like me don't volunteer to help, who will?"

Canadians give thanks in October

The next event coming up for the club will be Thanksgiving, around the 11th of October.

Canadian Thanksgiving arrives about a month prior to the American version, since further north the harvest season comes earlier.

The dinner will feature good old roast turkey, with stuffing and cranberry sauce and a classic Canadian pumpkin pie for dessert.

Festivities include activities for children such as face painting and will include babysitters to allow parents a chance to sit back and relax. Door prizes will be provided by sponsors.

http://www.gulfnews.com/nation/Insights/10145494.html

Jewish-born Cardinal to get multifaith farewell in Paris

Jewish-born Cardinal to get multifaith farewell in Paris
Catholic convert to be honored with key Jewish prayer

By ANGELA DOLAND
Associated Press
Aug. 9, 2007, 9:08PM
Houston Chronicle, United States


Undertakers carry the coffin of Cardinal Jean-Marie Lustiger, one of the most influential Roman Catholic figures in France who died last Sunday, into the Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris on Thursday.
JACQUES BRINON: AP

PARIS — Cardinal Jean-Marie Lustiger, a convert from Judaism who sought to bring the faiths closer during his extraordinary life, is carrying on the mission in death — with a funeral rich in symbolism that includes a Jewish prayer read by a Nazi death camp survivor.

Jews and Roman Catholics plan to join in front of the sculpted saints of the majestic Notre Dame Cathedral today to hear the Jewish prayer, known as the Mourner's Kaddish, before the funeral Mass for the former archbishop of Paris.

"This was his wish, to share the remembrance this way," said Arno Lustiger, a cousin and 83-year-old Auschwitz survivor, who plans to read the prayer.

The late cardinal, whose mother died at Auschwitz, converted to Roman Catholicism as a teenager and rose to become a confidant of the late Pope John Paul II and was sometimes even touted as a possible papal successor. Lustiger died Sunday at age 80 in a Paris hospice.

The Mourner's Kaddish is among a series of prayers central to Jewish worship. The prayer praises God and the virtues of faith, but does not specifically mention funeral or burial traditions.

It is "highly unusual" to be read among mourners for a convert from Judaism, said Rabbi Joel Roth, an expert on Jewish law at the Jewish Theological Seminary of America. "It's important to emphasize that it's not possible to be both Jewish and Catholic," he said. "That is what this could suggest to some people."

But Lustiger dedicated much of his life to trying to bridge the faiths and once called Christianity "the fruit of Judaism."

On Friday, a grandnephew, Gila, plans to read a psalm. Another relative, Jonas-Moses Lustiger, is bringing earth from Christian holy sites in and around Jerusalem to be sprinkled on the coffin.

Shortly after the Kaddish, Lustiger's successor as archbishop of Paris, Andre Vingt-Trois, will lead a funeral Mass inside the 12th century cathedral, one of the most famous symbols of French Catholicism.

Among those in attendance will be France's leading Jewish and Catholic figures, as well as President Nicolas Sarkozy, who interrupted a U.S. vacation. Sarkozy later plans to fly back to Maine for lunch the next day with President Bush.

Many of those attending the Mass are expected to also attend the Kaddish reading, the Paris archdiocese said.

"It's a beautiful symbol," Rosita Ferrer, a Parisian waiting to pay her respects at Notre Dame on Thursday. "He did so much for the reconciliation of religions. ... He is leaving us a beautiful gift for years to come."

Aaron Lustiger was born in 1926 in Paris to Polish immigrant parents who ran a hosiery shop. As an adolescent, he was sent to the town of Orleans, 80 miles south of the capital, to take refuge from the occupying Nazis. There, Lustiger converted to Catholicism at the age of 14, taking the name Jean-Marie.

He was ordained a priest in 1954, and served as chaplain to students at the Sorbonne University, reportedly zipping on a motorbike through the winding streets of the Left Bank student neighborhood.

Lustiger climbed up the church hierarchy before becoming archbishop of Paris, a post he held for 24 years before stepping down in 2005.

Lustiger remained a populist figure, creating a Christian radio station, Radio Notre Dame, in 1981 and expounding on issues from the August 2003 heat wave that killed thousands of people in France to the building of a united Europe.

He also respected his Jewish heritage.

"For me, it was never for an instant a question of denying my Jewish identity. On the contrary," he said in Le Choix de Dieu (The Choice of God) published in 1987.

Lustiger's funeral comes as the Vatican seeks to calm Jewish anger over Pope Benedict XVI's meeting with a prominent Polish priest accused of anti-Semitism. It said the encounter did not imply any change in the Church's desire for good relations with Jews.

http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/life/religion/5042361.html

A picker’s perspective

A picker’s perspective


MATHIEU CHEVALIER is one of about 45 predominantly French-Canadian pickers staying at the Kalwood Farms camp in Oyama.

By graeme corbett
Black Press
Aug 08 2007
Vernon Morning Star, Canada

Every year, the Okanagan experiences an influx of young French Canadians who come to work on the tree fruit orchards up and down the valley. They have been doing it for decades and it almost seems to have become a rite of passage for those who make the journey.

They may not know how or why this Quebecois tradition started, but for Gabriel, who has come back for his second season at Roger Bailey’s Kalwood Farms in Oyama, the decision to work in the Okanagan is an easy one.

By way of explanation, he simply raises his arms and points to the refreshing lakes and picturesque countryside and rhetorically asks, “What else could you want?”

Gabriel, 20, adds, “Last summer was the best I’ve ever had.”

There are about 50 workers on Kalwood Farm for the cherry season and all but a few are French Canadian.

The pickers reasons for leaving Quebec vary. Many are students, ranging in age from their late teens to late twenties. Some are escaping relationships or family life, others have the summer off from school and want to get away, while others simply want to disconnect from the hectic routine of life in the city.

One picker expresses his merriment at being able to use his cell phone as an alarm clock rather than have to take calls.

When asked why there tend to be more Quebecois working the orchards than people from other provinces, they simply shrug their shoulders.

In Montreal, the idea of travelling to pick fruit in the Okanagan has been commonplace for years. Most hear about it by word of mouth either from a friend or relatives who have already done it.

The other obvious motivating factor is the potential to make money. Depending on his or her motivation level, an average picker can easily fill 30 buckets of cherries in a day, and with prices ranging from $2.10 to $2.50 a bucket, they are able to earn enough to pay their way and possibly save some money. Mathieu, 21, sums it up best when he says, “It’s a way to have a trip without losing money.”

As a student, Gabriel adds, “It prevents me from having too much debt.”

Of course, there are a few pickers who have been working the orchards for years and are capable of earning upwards of $400 for a single day of cherry picking. A few of the Quebecois speak almost in awe of these pros.

As Gabriel explains, a picker’s skill level typically increases in stages. Within a week of being in the orchards, most cherry pickers are able to clear $100 a day and their proficiency only increases from there. “The switch between my first and second season (was huge),” he says.

However, the amount a picker can make also depends greatly on the orchard they’re working in. Simply put, some trees are more accessible than others, which is a reflection of how well they’re cared for.

Bailey has gained a reputation amongst the Quebecers as being a fair employer with well-tended orchards. He also provides the essential – albeit basic and sometimes crowded – amenities such a kitchen, common room and bathing facilities. Realizing this, some go directly to his farm when the cherry season starts.

“You want to know if there’s bathing or cooking facilities before you go (to an orchard),” says Gabriel.

It doesn’t hurt that Bailey’s property sits on prime Kalamalka Lake waterfront.

Living in a communal environment isn’t always easy, especially when you consider most of the pickers didn’t know one another at the start of the season.

Mattieu says, “In Montreal (where most of the pickers come from), I might not speak to them because they’re not like me, but here it’s different.”

He says it wasn’t until the camp began to interact that they recognized they shared a common “traveler mentality.”

The first half of a picker’s day is not an easy one by any stretch of the imagination. Mornings come early; they are in the fields at 5 a.m. to beat the summer heat and work steadily until noon, picking bucket after bucket of cherries.

But after that, they are free to do what they want.

Vincent, 24, works for a theatre company in Montreal during most of the year, but it shuts down for the summer, so he takes the opportunity to come out west for a few months of sunshine. “We work hard in the mornings, but in the afternoon it’s just like a vacation,” he says.

Ariane, 18, is following in the footsteps of her older sister who came out to pick in the Okanagan six years ago.

Adding to the tradition, she explains that her parents met while working down in Oliver. “To come here to do this… it’s a big experience,” she says.

While she is enjoying following the family tradition, Ariane says the repetitive work sometimes wears on her. “You have to stay until they say it’s the last bucket,” she grumbles.

http://www.vernonmorningstar.com/portals-code/list.cgi?paper=35&cat=23&id=1040759&
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Industrial Echoes in Michigan’s Copper Country




The Keweenaw Peninsula

North America > United States > Michigan
American Journeys
Industrial Echoes in Michigan’s Copper Country
T. C. Worley for The New York Times



A sculler passes the Quincy Smelting Works on a canal once used by the copper industry on the Keweenaw Peninsula.

By STEPHEN REGENOLD
Published: August 10, 2007

FOUR hundred feet underground, in a musty, dripping passage into the Quincy Mine, Ed Yarbrough pointed to a dark opening in the wall. “Here’s an old explosives bin,” he said, tracing a flashlight beam along the rock, “hence the no-smoking sign.”

We were in the belly of a copper mine, a quarter-mile down a tunnel, light leaking faintly from bulbs strung overhead. Water dripped off the ceiling. Cold air seeped from an abysmal black beyond. Then Mr. Yarbrough, our guide, turned off the lights.

It was a Saturday afternoon, cloudy and cool aboveground in Hancock, Mich., where the Quincy Mine Hoist Association runs tours of a long-shut operation. My wife, Tara, and I were traveling with our 20-month-old daughter, Gwen, on the Keweenaw Peninsula, a northeast-pointing appendage in Lake Superior that has deep forests, mines, tiny towns and little else.

“This is how the old miners worked,” Mr. Yarbrough said, lighting a match. He touched off a small candle, its wick flickering to life. “Now picture swinging a sledgehammer,” he said.

The Keweenaw Peninsula — 75 miles long, 40 miles wide at its base and tapering to a point — is a wilderness of stunted stone mountains, mossy forests and sparse settlements born in a mining boom. Dark bubbling streams cut rocky ravines in the woods. Lake Superior is always close by, lapping the land from the east, west and north.

The region on the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, still sometimes called Copper Country, was a promised land for hundreds of thousands of immigrants — German, Italian, Cornish, French-Canadian and Finnish — who came to pick and drill at operations like the Quincy Mine. For 150 years starting in the 1840s, billions of pounds of ore were pulled from the vast basalt substratum of the Keweenaw, which boasts some of the purest copper ever found. But the mines have all closed down. Loading docks on Superior’s shore sit idle. The population on the peninsula has halved since its peak 100 years ago.

Today, tourism has supplanted mining as a main industry. Small towns, notably Houghton, Hancock, Calumet and Copper Harbor, cater to travelers who make the long drive north from Chicago, Minneapolis, Milwaukee or Detroit. A national historical park, mine tours, inns, gift shops, pubs and hiking trails occupy summertime visitors.

Beach lovers visit the Keweenaw for its half-moons of sand, where translucent-blue water washes arching shores. Rock hunters pick among water-worn stones for agates, some big as golf balls, glinting in the sun.

Our trip to the region, a three-day getaway, included the requisite Copper Country circuit — the Quincy Mine tour, a couple of museums, a copper gift shop — plus hiking and beach-walking on stretches of sandy shore. At McLain State Park, west 15 miles from Hancock, we plunked down on a dune the first night to watch an aptly copper-colored sunset, dusty light bouncing off Superior’s platinum plane. Inland, we hiked mossy trails with the baby in a backpack carrier, rarely seeing another soul.

“It’s like Sweden up here,” Tara commented at one point, reminded of our trip the summer before. Indeed, the Keweenaw Peninsula is a simulacrum to parts of Scandinavia, boreal and moist, with big stones poking out of piney hills — terrain that keeps you thinking a gnome might skitter by.

Culturally, there are deep Nordic ties. Vowels are stretched and prolonged in speech. Road signs in Hancock offer English and Finnish, Ravine Street doubling as Kurukatu Street in the downtown. Saunas are common.

At sites like the Hanka Homestead Museum, a preserved farm near Keweenaw Bay on the east side of the peninsula, you can snoop through a former Finnish settlement. Its granary, barns, sauna and stable are classic Nordic log construction, preserved to their 1920s appearance. Like many area attractions, the Hanka Homestead is linked to Keweenaw National Historical Park, a preserve of disparate sites established in 1992. Mines, museums, a municipally built opera house, an old 45-room mansion, McLain State Park and Fort Wilkins, a Civil War-era military base, are operated by or partners with the National Park Service.

The national historic park has headquarters in the old ornate brick and stone buildings of the Calumet & Hecla Mining Company halfway up the peninsula, but has no formal visitor’s center. Its boundaries are vague. We drove from site to site using a National Park Service brochure as guide.

“We’re not your typical national park,” said Frank Fiala, a former superintendent, who retired in January. “This isn’t Yellowstone.”

To be sure, the human story of life and times on the peninsula — not nature — is stressed at the park. Structures like as the Nordberg Steam Hoist, an engineering marvel that managed a 13,000-foot steel shaft cable in the Quincy Mine, are open for tours. Slag piles, smokestacks, rusting machinery and fenced-off copper smelting plants are among the places to visit, some worth the effort, others maybe not.

On our trip, after the mine tour and some time on the beach and in the forest, we simply explored the main streets of Calumet, Houghton and Hancock, where storefront windows glint with copper trinkets, stained glass for sale, and workaday fare.

Our favorite shop, Copper World, on Fifth Street in Calumet, has been selling all things copper since the early 1970s. “My uncle worked 45 years for Calumet & Hecla,” said Tony Bausano, the shop’s 52-year-old proprietor. Mr. Bausano has worked the counter at Copper World since 1977, selling jewelry, tea kettles, clocks, cake pans, ornaments, knickknacks and postcards pressed with scenes — all incorporating the pinkish-orange metal found underground.

“My family started this store to sell what our grandfathers mined,” he said.

CALUMET, a company town to its teeth for decades during its heyday in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, was cosmopolitan and cultured in its time, with sculptured art, commissioned architecture and a public bathhouse. Streetcars, paved roads, electric streetlights and a multilingual library for the town’s immigrant groups were innovations for their time and place. In 1848, this remote city almost became the state’s capital before losing narrowly to Lansing.

But today Calumet is consummately sleepy, with fewer than 1,000 citizens and not a whole lot going on. We walked through downtown, where old mining buildings sat empty and quiet, with only their ghosts.

In 1913, Mother Jones traveled to Calumet to stand with striking copper miners. It was hard to imagine any type of ruckus there today.

My wife and I stayed in Houghton, a sister city to Hancock — the two are separated by a deep blue canal of Lake Superior that splices off the tip of the Keweenaw. There were slag piles and smelters on the Hancock side; Houghton had huge rusting boat cleats along its shore. Seagulls coasted overhead.

Michigan Technological University, east of downtown in Houghton, attracts 6,500 students and gives the area a singular economic boost and the characteristic advantages of a college town. Houghton’s city center — a classic big-windowed and brick-laden Middle American downtown — was sleepy during our stay but alive, with bars, restaurants, a coffee shop and some retailing. There’s a nice walk along the canal, called Portage Lake in that area, with signboard pictorials outlining the shipping lane’s history and significance in delivering copper to the world.

On Shelden Avenue in the main strip of downtown Houghton, I snooped in a bookstore, discovering delights like “Mines, Maps & Shafts,” a small detailed book with 19th-century illustrations, and “And Whose Hills You Shall Mine,” which documents Copper Country’s boom times from 1845 to 1910.

At the end of the trip, we sampled the pasty — a hot meat pie that’s become a culinary icon of the Keweenaw — at the Kaleva Cafe in downtown Hancock, below a big slope going up to the Quincy Mine where we’d toured the dripping passage the day before.

From our table, I pictured the tunnels and shafts hollowing out the hill, deep paths underground following veins of copper thousands of feet down. Glasses and plates clinked inside the cafe. Traffic groaned past outside, travelers heading uphill under trees, disappearing into the heart of Copper Country beyond.

VISITOR INFORMATION

IT is essential to have a car on the Keweenaw Peninsula. Most tourist sites are along Route 26 or in the cities of Houghton, Hancock, Calumet and Copper Harbor. Rental cars are available at Houghton County Memorial Airport, which is served by major airlines. Minneapolis, Chicago and Milwaukee are all six or more hours away by car.

Keweenaw National Historical Park (www.nps.gov/kewe), a conglomeration of sites, provides a brochure with maps. For a taste of the natural setting, head to McLain State Park (18350 Highway M-203; 906-482-0278), west of Hancock, or to one of the giant half-moon beaches along Route 26 west of Copper Harbor, where Lake Superior stretches endless and deep blue to mesh with sky.

Accommodations range from chain hotels in Houghton, including the Best Western Franklin Square Inn (820 Shelden Avenue, 888-487-1700; $104 a night), to cozy lodges like the Dapple-Gray Bed & Breakfast, a log building facing Lake Superior with a sauna and a 28-foot-high fireplace (13640 Highway M-26; 866-909-1233; www.dapple-gray.com; starting at $150).

The Ambassador Restaurant in Houghton (126 Shelden Avenue. 906-482-5054) serves pizza and beer in a cozy setting with stained-glass windows. For a pasty, the pocket meat pie synonymous with the Keweenaw, try the Kaleva Cafe (234 Quincy Street, Hancock, 906-482-6001) .

http://travel.nytimes.com/2007/08/10/travel/escapes/10American.html?8dpc=&
pagewanted=all

MONTAG is Antoine Bédard

4 • August 10, 2007
Ottawa Start (press release), Canada
MONTAG + THE ONE AM RADIO + THE LYMBYC SYSTEM at Zaphod Beeblebrox

Montag's Collaborators: AMY MILLAN (STARS), GHISLAIN POIRIER, OWEN PALLETT (FINAL FANTASY), AU REVOIR SIMONE.

Zaphod Beeblebrox & Mocking Music
present

Carpark Recording Artist
MONTAG

MONTAG is Antoine Bédard, a solo French-Canadian musician based in Vancouver, Canada. On his recently released album, Going Places (Carpark Records), Montag embraces vivid, confident arrangements, exploding his previously minimalist sound into symphonies of incandescent electronic pop. Keeping his warm signature style of analog synths, layered vocals and detailed acoustic instrumentation, Montag charts new territory, sounding richer and brighter than ever.

Going Places was entirely self-recorded and self-engineered at Montags home studio, Micro Ohne Studio 3 in Vancouver. Adding to his solo-project, Montag assembled an all-star line-up of guest artists including long-time collaborators and friends Anthony Gonzales of M83, Amy Millan of Stars, and Québécois hip-hop artist, Ghislain Poirier. Label-mate Victoria Legrand of Beach House and touring partners Au Revoir Simone add vocals, as do Vancouver-based singers Ida Nilsen of Great Aunt Ida and Leah Abramson. One of the records most beautiful moments is the duet, Softness, I Forgot Your Name, featuring Polaris-prize winning Owen Pallett of Final Fantasy. Recorded long-distance, the duet features surprising touches of modern opera, and as a man-on-man duet, is a rarity in indiepop music.

On the title track, Going Places , Montag recruits even more collaborators (70 to be exact) from 15 different countries. Wishing to capture new sounds and to charge the song with a real sense of traveling, Montag launched an open call for clips, the online We Have Sound Cyber-Collaboration Project. The result is a condensed collage of motion and travel and a sort of thesis statement for the entire album. Going Places is an experience of the love of music, life and movement.

Born in Gaspé, Québec and raised in the icy Kuujuak in Québec's North and Montréal, Montag is regarded as one of Canada's most distinctive electronic musicians. Montag is celebrated among music aficionados for his sophisticated compositions, mixing analog, electronic and acoustic instruments into rich soundscapes and melodies. He earned international acclaim for 2005's Alone, Not Alone (Carpark Records/Gooom Disques, France). In an enthusiastic nod to the albums dip into nostalgia, Pitchfork Media noted, [Montags] droll lyrics and gorgeous, slightly icy melodies expand upon the traditions of the '60's French pop icons while honoring them, as he emotes with precision, restraint, and a sardonic eye.”

Montag has shared bills with indie greats such as Broadcast, Lali Puna, Stars, Feist, Xiu Xiu, The Russian Futurists, Ulrich Schnauss, Ghislain Poirier, Hood and The Organ. He has performed at numerous international music festivals including Pop Montreal, Mutek, Montreal Electronic Groove (Montréal), SXSW (Austin, TX), Canadian Music Week (Toronto) and Sonorama (Guadalajara, Mexico). Recent side-projects include remixes for Canadian friends Stars, Québécois legend Jean-Pierre Ferland and the American indie rock group Snowden; a sound commission by French CBC scoring poetry by author Kim Doré; a music composition part of "The Hearing Eye", and a multi-disciplinary video/sound project for Gallerie Clark in Montréal.

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The One AM Radio is the project of singer/composer Hrishikesh Hirway. Hrishikesh often has friends accompany him live and on recordings but, in general, he sings, plays most of the instruments, and produces all the beats. His music blends acoustic and electronic elements and has drawn comparisons to a diverse array of artists, from Nick Drake to Portishead to Sigur Rós. The One AM Radio has released 3 full-lengths: This Too Will Pass (2007), A Name Writ In Water (2004), and The Hum of the Electric Air! (2002); a split 7" with Ted Leo and the Pharmacists.

http://ottawastart.com/story/6508.php

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Hailing originally from Tempe, Arizona, Jared and Michael Bell formed Lymbyc Systym late in 2001. Drawing inspiration from the groups Tortoise, My Bloody Valentine and Four Tet, their compositions cleverly combine vintage keyboards, infectious melodies, analog effects, dynamic drumming, and intricate laptop programming to form melodic and cohesive tracks that blur the borders between post-rock, indie-rock, and folktronica. As the opening act for the Album Leaf, Mice Parade, and a slew of other national acts, the brothers have developed a truly impressive live show. From their self-release debut EP, Carved by Glaciers, to the current music for Mush Records, Lymbyc Systym have quickly carved out a place in the bustling underground music scene.


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Audio Site:
MONTAG - http://www.myspace.com/montagmontag
THE ONE AM RADIO - http://www.myspace.com/theoneamradio
THE LYMBYC SYSTEM - http://www.myspace.com/thelymbycsystym

Web sites:
MONTAG - http://www.montag.ca
THE ONE AM RADIO - http://theoneamradio.com
THE LYMBYC SYSTEM - http://www.lymbycsystym.com
ZAPHOD BEEBLEBROX - http://www.zaphodbeeblebrox.com & www.myspace.com/ZAPHODinOTTAWA


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THE ONE AM RADIO

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"...occupies a middle ground where Depeche Mode, Caribou, the Postal Service and Blonde Redhead drink absinthe."
NOW, Toronto.

"He deftly integrates vintage instrumentation within gauzy electronic textures, suggesting the humble grandeur of Stereolab while laying out the particulars of his own sensibility."
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”...this is music about love that also sounds like it's in love with making music, and its joy is irresistible."
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Timbuktu Hopes Ancient Texts Spark a Revival

Published Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Timbuktu Hopes Ancient Texts Spark a Revival

LYDIA POLGREEN
Tuscaloosa News, AL - Aug 7, 2007

Timbuktu, long a backwater, is drawing renewed interest.
Candace Feit for The New York Times


TIMBUKTU, Mali — Ismaël Diadié Haïdara held a treasure in his slender fingers that has somehow endured through 11 generations — a square of battered leather enclosing a history of the two branches of his family, one side reaching back to the Visigoths in Spain and the other to the ancient origins of the Songhai emperors who ruled this city at its zenith.

“This is our family’s story,” he said, carefully leafing through the unbound pages. “It was written in 1519.”

The musty collection of fragile, crumbling pages, written in the florid Arabic script of the sixteenth century, is also this once forgotten outpost’s future.

A surge of interest in ancient books, hidden for centuries in houses along Timbuktu’s dusty streets and in leather trunks in nomad camps, is raising hopes that Timbuktu — a city whose name has become a staccato synonym for nowhere — may once again claim a place at the intellectual heart of Africa.

“I am a historian,” Mr. Haïdara said. “I know from my research that great cities seldom get a second chance. Yet here we have a second chance because we held on to our past.”

This ancient city, a prisoner of the relentless sands of the Sahara and a changing world that prized access to the sea over the grooves worn by camel hooves across the dunes, is on the verge of a renaissance.

“We want to build an Alexandria for black Africa,” said Mohamed Dicko, director of the Ahmed Baba Institute, a government-run library in Timbuktu. “This is our chance to regain our place in history.”

The South African government is building a new library for the institute, a state-of-the-art facility that will house, catalog and digitize tens of thousands of books and make their contents available, many for the first time, to researchers. Charities and governments from Europe, the United States and the Middle East have poured hundreds of thousands of dollars into the city’s musty family libraries, which are being expanded and transformed into research institutions, drawing scholars from around the world eager to translate and interpret the long forgotten manuscripts.

The Libyan government is planning to transform a dingy 40-room hotel into a luxurious 100-room resort, complete with Timbuktu’s only swimming pool and space to hold academic and religious conferences. Libya is also digging a new canal that will bring the Niger River to the edge of Timbuktu.

Timbuktu’s new seekers have a variety of motives. South Africa and Libya are vying for influence on the African stage, each promoting its vision of a resurgent Africa. Spain has direct links to some of the history stored here, while American charities began giving money after Henry Louis Gates Jr., the Harvard professor of African studies, featured the manuscripts in a television documentary series in the late 1990s.

This new chapter in the story of Timbuktu, whose fortunes fell in the twilight of the Middle Ages, is almost as extraordinary as those that preceded it.

The geography that has doomed Timbuktu to obscurity in the popular imagination for half a millennium was once the reason for its greatness. It was founded as a trading post by nomads in the 11th century and later became part of the vast Mali Empire, then ultimately came under the control of the Songhai Empire.

For centuries it flourished because it sat between the great superhighways of the era — the Sahara, with its caravan routes carrying salt, cloth, spices and other riches from the north, and the Niger River, which carried gold and slaves from the rest of West Africa.

Traders brought books and manuscripts from across the Mediterranean and Middle East, and books were bought and sold in Timbuktu — in Arabic and local languages like Songhai and Tamashek, the language of the Tuareg people.

Timbuktu was home to the University of Sankore, which at its height had 25,000 scholars. An army of scribes, gifted in calligraphy, earned their living copying the manuscripts brought by travelers. Prominent families added those copies to their own libraries. As a result, Timbuktu became a repository of an extensive and eclectic collection of manuscripts.

“Astronomy, botany, pharmacology, geometry, geography, chemistry, biology,” said Ali Imam Ben Essayouti, the descendant of a family of imams that keeps a vast library in one of the city’s mosques. “There is Islamic law, family law, women’s rights, human rights, laws regarding livestock, children’s rights. All subjects under the sun, they are represented here.”

One 19th-century book on Islamic practices gives advice on menstruation. A medical text suggests using toad meat to treat snake bites, and droppings from panthers mixed with butter to soothe boils. There are thousands of Korans and books on Islamic law, as well as decorated biographies of the Prophet Muhammad, some dating back a millennium, complete with diagrams of his shoes.

Mr. Haïdara is a descendant of the Kati family, a prominent Muslim family in Toledo, Spain. One of his ancestors fled religious persecution in the 15th century and settled in what is now Mali, bringing his formidable library with him. The Kati family intermarried into the Songhai imperial family, and the habit Mr. Haïdara’s ancestors had of doodling notes in the margins of their manuscripts has left an abundance of historical information: births and deaths in the imperial family, the weather, drafts of imperial letters, herbal cures, records of slaves, and salt and gold traded.

Moroccan invaders deposed the Songhai empire in 1591, and the new rulers were hostile to the community of scholars, who were seen as malcontents. Facing persecution, many fled, taking many books with them.

West African sea routes overtook the importance of the old inland desert and river trade, and the city began its long decline. When the first European explorers stumbled across the once fabled city, they were stunned at its decrepitude. René Caillié, a French explorer who arrived here in 1828, said it was “a mass of ill-looking houses built of earth.”

Mr. Caillié’s description remains accurate today. For all its vaunted legend, Timbuktu remains a collection of low mud houses along narrow, trash-choked streets backed by sand dunes, difficult to reach and unimpressive on first sight. In 1990, Unesco designated it an endangered site because sand dunes threatened to swallow it.


Many tourists who come here stay for just a day, long enough to buy a T-shirt and get their passports stamped at the local tourism office as proof they have been to the end of the earth. In a recent Internet campaign to choose the new seven wonders of the world, Timbuktu failed to make the cut, much to the chagrin of the city’s tour guides and boosters.

Yet the city has been making a slow comeback for years. Its manuscripts, long hidden, began to emerge in the mid-20th century, as Mali won its independence from France and the city was declared a Unesco world heritage site.

The government created an institute named after Ahmed Baba, Timbuktu’s greatest scholar, to collect, preserve and interpret the manuscripts. Abdel Kader Haïdara, no relation of Ismaël Diadé Haïdara, an Islamic scholar whose family owned an extensive collection of manuscripts, started an organization called Savama-DCI dedicated to preserving the manuscripts. After a visit from Mr. Gates in 1997, he was able to get help from American charities to support private family libraries. With the support of the Ford and Mellon foundations, families began to catalog and preserve their collections.

But time, scorching desert heat, termites and sandstorms have taken a toll on the manuscripts. Most were locked in trunks or kept on dusty shelves for centuries, and their pages are brittle and crumbling, waterlogged and termite-eaten. In the village of Ber, two hours of dusty track east of Timbuktu, Fida Ag Mohammed tends to several trunks of manuscripts that have been in his family, a line of Tuareg imams, for centuries.

“This is a biography of the Prophet Muhammad,” he said, gingerly lifting one manuscript bound in crumbling leather. “It is from the 13th century.”

The neat lines of Arabic script were clearly legible, but the edges of many pages had crumbled away, the words trailing off into nothingness.

Savama is in the process of building a new mud-brick library for Mr. Mohammed’s books, but until it is ready he has no means to preserve his manuscripts. To rescue their contents, if not their physical substance, he was copying the most fragile texts by hand, using an ink he makes himself out of gum.

Now, when the scorching heat of the day eases, a favored sunset activity in Timbuktu is watching the Libyan earthmovers dig the new canal. Like tiny toy trucks in a giant sandbox, they push mountains of sand to coax the Niger to flow here, bringing more water and new life to the dune-surrounded city.

“To see this machine makes me more happy because it means things are changing in Timbuktu,” said Sidi Muhammad, a 40-year-old Koranic scholar, splayed on a dune with a group of friends, gossiping and fingering their prayer beads.

The Malian government has encouraged Islamic learning to flourish here once again, and there are dozens of Koranic schools where children and adults learn to read and recite the Koran. Training programs are teaching men and women how to classify, interpret and translate the documents, as well as preserve them for future study.

Abdel Kader Haïdara, who in many ways started the renaissance by wandering the desert in search of manuscripts, persuading families to allow their treasures to see the light of day, said Timbuktu’s best days lie ahead of it.

“Timbuktu is coming back,” he said. “It will rise again.”

http://www.tuscaloosanews.com/article/20070807/ZNYT03/708070351/1005/SPORTS0106

Celebrating the Lake and its Legacy

Celebrating the Lake and its Legacy

For more information on Lake Champlain's upcoming quadricentennial
www.celebratechamplain.org

Ferrisburgh, Vermont - August 5, 2007
WCAX, VT - Aug 5, 2007



Abenaki craftsman Aaron York has had a busy summer, driving from Swanton to Ferrisburgh's Lake Champlain Maritime Museum, where he's creating a traditional birch bark canoe. It is a replica of Native American vessels French explorer Samuel de Champlain rode through the body of water that now bears his name, nearly 400 years ago. "So he was guided by two different native men," York explained.

Building this canoe is one of dozens of events planned for the quadricentennial celebration of Lake Champlain. That's in 2009. It could bring countless millions of tourist dollars to Vermont, New York, and Quebec. "It's a huge deal and the thing is, it's not just one day in 2009. It's now through the summer of 2009 and beyond," said Jeff Meyers of the Lake Champlain Maritime Museum.

The commemoration of Champlain's arrival will inspire large festivals to mark the shared history, culture, and ecology of the Lake Champlain basin. It will also be the topic of hundreds of smaller events, lectures, displays, and demonstrations, like the Abenaki encampment at the Maritime Museum this weekend. "We're expecting a great rise in tourism from all directions," Meyers said.

So Vermont's Department of Tourism and Marketing is planning an all-out blitz to push the region on visitors who may not even know about the nation's sixth-largest body of water and the culture around it. Late last month, the Lake Champlain Quadricentennial Commission formed a non-profit to raise money for parties, and to foster cooperation with groups and governments that share the lake. The Vermont Division for Historic Preservation is also encouraging basin towns to buy visible roadside markers to tell visitors about local history.

With activity already ramping up for this commemoration that is still officially two years off, Vermont's Abenaki say if it weren't for birch bark canoes and the native people who piloted them, the 1609 exploration of the lake may never have happened. "History would have had a different turn. It wouldn't have been called Champlain, it would have had a different name," York said.

The Maritime Museum plans to use York's canoe to teach history, through the lake's 400th, and beyond. For more information on the Lake Champlain quadricentennial celebration, follow the web link at the top of this article.

Jack Thurston - WCAX News
http://www.wcax.com/Global/story.asp?S=6888911&nav=4QcS
Breathe Easier

By Matt Kalman
From New England Hockey Journal, MA
Aug 10 2007 5:14 PM

The lack of NHL-caliber defenseman play and goaltending in the Boston Bruins’ zone during the dismal season of 2006-07 was enough to take away the breath of even the biggest true-believing backer of the Black and Gold.

That’s where Manny Fernandez comes in. The former Minnesota Wild goaltender was brought over to compete with Tim Thomas for the No. 1 netminder’s job, and maybe form a tandem with the former University of Vermont puck-stopper that could be the envy of the Eastern Conference.


Manny Fernandez
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In short, the Bruins’ brass wants any shortness of oxygen in the TD Banknorth Garden stands to be caused by astonishing saves between the pipes rather than laughable gaffes.

Fernandez, who’ll be 33 by the time training camp opens and will be trying to work his way back into action after an injury-riddled campaign with the Wild, might be the perfect fit on two fronts:

1. He’s a proven NHL goaltender who won 30 games for the Wild just one season ago in 2005-06; and
2. He knows all about being short of breath.

The goaltending career of Manny Fernandez started as a medical precaution long before it blossomed into a junior career that made him a top-level NHL prospect, then one half of one of the NHL’s premier one-two punches and landed him where he is now: on the firing lines trying to catapult the entire Bruins franchise from the depths of mediocrity to some semblance of respectability.

Momma knows best

Born to a French-Canadian mother and a father who’s ancestors hailed from Spain, Manny Fernandez was raised in the suburbs of Montreal as a two-sport star.

Fernandez lived with his mother until he was 11 and his father took custody. By then, the elder Fernandez had even learned to embrace the ice sport.

“My dad’s European, so he was pushing me toward soccer a little bit,” the Bruins’ newest puck-stopper told New England Hockey Journal. “I was a very busy kid – doing two sports. He thought it was a little bit brutal – not knowing anything about the sport – but once I got into it and he came to watch a few games and I became a goalie, it kind of made sense in his head.”

round the time he reached the Atom level, Fernandez started to don the goalie pads and never left the crease again. It wasn’t his interest in being a target for the rest of his life or his desire to wear the most equipment of anyone on the ice, however, that planted him between the pipes.


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It was asthma.

“I was always intrigued by the goalie position, but I would have to say that the decision came actually because of health and nothing else. … My mom said, ‘You either go in nets or that’s it for you (in hockey),’” Fernandez recalled. “So after I became a goalie, it sort of made sense to me. The first time I wore the pads, they felt really comfortable and I never left the position.”

Fernandez’s goaltending career flourished from there, and at the same time his asthma dissipated. Even now he has an inhaler, but about the only time he’ll touch it is while on vacation.

“It was a teenage asthma they told me. It’s still mixed up with allergies and stuff, like hay fever sometimes,” he explained. “But working out at such a high level, it kind of opens up my lungs and I have a pump but I basically never use it. I never have attacks unless I go up north and there’s a lot of pollen, or I’m not working out as hard as I am (this summer).”

Fernandez advanced to the Quebec Major Junior Hockey League with Laval in 1991. After the first of his three seasons playing there, he was drafted in the third round of the 1992 NHL Entry Draft (52nd overall). Getting draft really awoke Fernandez to the idea that hockey could be his career, as did the influence of coaches Michel Therrien and Bob Hartley. But it was Laval’s owners, the seven Morisette brothers, who really put Fernandez on the correct path.

“Just living with the family, I lived with one of the owners, so that made it pretty special,” Fernandez said. “That was during the time when it kind of hit me a bit and they talked me through it. They kept my spirits up and at the same time, (they told me) that if I worked hard and did the right stuff, this could be something of a career. So I would have to say just opening my eyes more, those seven brothers. They were like fathers to all of us.”

Fernandez made his pro debut with Kalamazoo of the AHL in 1994-95, and even tasted NHL action for one contest with Dallas. He was up and down between the AHL and NHL through the 1999-2000, when he finally stuck as the Stars’ No. 2 behind Ed Belfour. Then came the trade to Minnesota that thrust legitimate NHL responsibility upon him. Combining with Dwayne Roloson, Fernandez helped the Wild reach the 2003 Western Conference Finals in their first-ever playoff run. Then in 2005-06, he set six single-season club records during a campaign that featured the trade of Roloson and the crowning of Fernandez.

Wild year

Fernandez still talks about his years in Minnesota in glowing terms. He loved the camaraderie with the players, the coaching staff and the city. But still, his last season in a Wild uniform was one to forget. A knee injury suffered just before the 2007 All-Star Game, and subsequent tweaks of the same injury, limited him to just 44 games played – and only one appearance after Jan. 30. Along the way, Niklas Backstrom played Tom Brady to Fernandez’s Drew Bledsoe and earned himself a multi-year deal with the Wild.

Fernandez and his $4.33 million cap hit became expendable, and just before the 2007 NHL Entry Draft Boston pried him away from Minnesota.

New teammate Andrew Ference is among those who’s sure Fernandez will make the Bruins stingier on defense.

“He was always great against us (in Calgary),” said the blueliner. “Other than being a great goalie that was hard to score on, I don’t think you need much more of an impression than that.”

With a clean bill of health, Fernandez is working out intensely with training camp and a fresh start with the Bruins exciting him so much … it’s almost enough to take his breath away.

“It’s like a new car,” Fernandez described, “that’s the way I’m seeing it right now. I just bought this new car and I’m all excited to drive it. That’s the way it goes.”

Matt Kalman is the editor of New England Hockey Journal and hockeyjournal.com. He can be reached at editor@hockeyjournal.com.

This article appeared in the August 2007 issue of New England Hockey Journal.

http://www.hockeyjournal.com/Article.php?ArtID=345928

Silent protest at Rossdale monument ceremony

Sat, August 11, 2007
Monument eases grave 'injustice'

By RENATO GANDIA, SUN MEDIA
Edmonton Sun, Canada



Veterans John McDonald, Robert Berard, Jack White and Danny Noyes attend a ceremony marking the opening of the Rossdale monument beside the Walterdale Bridge and River Valley Road yesterday. (Tim Smith, Sun Media)

It was an endurance test between sweetgrass and rain.

Philip Coutu marked with two crosses and stones two spots at the traditional burial ground and Fort Edmonton Cemetery yesterday, as he and other Metis residents silently protested at a ceremony marking the completion of the Rossdale monument at 105 Street and River Road.

Amidst the persistent rain, Coutu also lit sweetgrass, its odour wafting through the air as aboriginals, government officials, politicians, spiritual leaders and members of the public made a grand entry to the monument honouring the dead buried there more than a century ago.

"As descendants of Fort Edmonton, what we're doing here is marking our grave- sites," Coutu told Sun Media. "We are letting the public know that this is an unfinished monument."

The $1.9-million project reflected the cultural heritage of buried dead, including First Nations, French Canadians, English, Metis and Scottish.

Light poles surround the site representing the poles of First Nations teepees. The site also includes a circle of block stones representing the healing circle, as well as granite walls listing the names of people buried in the area.

But all this isn't enough, said Coutu, a descendant of the first white family in Edmonton - the family of Marie Anne Gaboury.

"They made a lot of promises that they haven't kept. Walk down there," he said, pointing just south of the monument, "and see the interpretive site that's missing, with broken, cracked-up floors."

Coutu and his group are also protesting that 10 individuals were not allowed the rite of return to the site in 2005.

The city promised this in writing, he said.

Mayor Stephen Mandel declined to comment but said it's an archeological issue.

Gerald Delorme, representing the descendants, told about 100 people gathered at the unveiling that desecration of the graves is an injustice that needs to be corrected.

"I remind you, Mr. Mandel and Mr. Stelmach, that these graveyards will not have rest until you take the appropriate actions beyond the very public statements."

Sally Grant, a descendant of an Edmonton woman buried at the site, said the unveiling brought closure to the longtime dispute and she'll celebrate with families from Whitehorse and the U.S.

http://www.edmontonsun.com/News/Edmonton/2007/08/11/4409890-sun.html

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Silent protest at Rossdale monument ceremony

By RENATO GANDIA, Sun Media
Edmonton Sun, Canada
Fri, August 10, 2007

It was an endurance test between sweetgrass and rain. Philip Coutu marked with two crosses and stones two spots at the traditional burial ground and Fort Edmonton Cemetery, today, as he and other Metis people silently protested at a ceremony marking the completion of Rossdale monument located at 105 Street and River Road.

Amidst the persistent rain, Coutu also lit sweetgrass, its odour wafted through the air as aboriginals, government officials, politicians, spiritual leaders, and members of the public made a grand entry to the monument honouring the dead buried there more than a century ago.

“As descendants of Fort Edmonton, what we’re doing here is marking our grave sites,” Coutu told Sun Media. “We are letting the public know that this is an unfinished monument.”

The $1.9-million project reflected the cultural heritage of buried dead, including First Nations, French Canadians, English, Metis and Scottish.

Light poles surround the site representing the poles of First Nations tipis, while the cross symbolizes Christianity. A circle of block stones represents the healing circle with openings to the four directions.

Granite walls list the names of the people buried at the ground. But all these are not enough, said Coutu, a descendant of the first white family in Edmonton, Marie Anne Gaboury. “They made a lot of promises that they haven’t kept,” he said. “Walk down there and see the interpretive site that’s missing, with broken cracked up floors.”

Coutu and his group are also protesting that 10 individuals were not allowed the rite of return to the site in 2005. The city promised this in writing, he said.

Mayor Stephen Mandel declined to comment but said it’s an archaeological issue.

Gerard Delorme, representing the descendants, told about 100 people gathered at the unveiling, desecration of the graves is an injustice that needs to be corrected. “I remind you Mr. Mandel and Mr. Stelmach that these graveyards will not have rest until you take the appropriate actions beyond the very public statements.”

Sally Grant, a descendant of Louise Umphreville, a noted and gracious host who died in 1849, said the unveiling brought closure to the long time dispute and she’ll celebrate with families from Whitehorse and the U.S. later.

http://www.edmontonsun.com/News/Edmonton/2007/08/10/4408788.html

Monument dedicated at aboriginal burial grounds in Rossdale

'Fallen heroes'
Monument dedicated at aboriginal burial grounds in Rossdale

Heather Schultz
edmontonjournal.com

Friday, August 10, 2007


Metis dancers at a reception after the Cross and Spear park was dedicated. From left, Brent Potskin Jr. Mary Quinn, Kendal Potskin, and Nicolas Kootenay.
CREDIT: Shaughn Butts/Edmonton Journal

Metis dancers at a reception after the Cross and Spear park was dedicated. From left, Brent Potskin Jr. Mary Quinn, Kendal Potskin, and Nicolas Kootenay.

EDMONTON - The gleaming transformers and smokestacks of Epcor's Rossdale Power Plant crowd close on one side. Drivers coming off busy Walterdale Bridge are hurried spectators on the other.

Between lies the Rossdale monument - restored burial grounds of Edmonton's earliest residents - blessed today by community elders, politicians and a drizzling sky.

"These are our fallen heroes," said descendant Gerald Delorme. "They are united. One in death - an absence of all contention."

Around 150 people and one small dog named Kuna huddled under umbrellas and hunkered down in ponchos to celebrate the rich multicultural roots of our city.

"Hopefully we can build from this," Mayor Stephen Mandel said.

The irregular strip of land, around 200 meters long and 50 meters at its widest point transformed over seven years, countless meetings and more than $1.9 million into The Traditional Burial Ground and Fort Edmonton Cemetery. Human remains found at the site were ceremoniously reinterred in 2005.

A central rust-covered steel sculpture, a melding of the Christian cross with an incomplete native circle of life as its crossbar, symbolizes the blending of traditions honoured at the site: Aboriginal, Metis, Scot, French and British.

The circle is broken because there are still burial sites beyond the current site.

"This is just the start of the recognizing of our ancestors," Delorme said. "These grave issues are not going away."

Delorme praised the efforts to restore this site, but pointed to others in the city and provincewide that remain neglected, such as in Andrew. For years, construction in the city and elsewhere didn't respect old burial grounds.

"It's almost impossible to repair," he said. "But let's move forward."

"I think it's just a marvelous blessing that they are able to bury our people," said Myrtle Calahaisn, 75. "I'm glad it's finished and they will be at rest."

Others were not so pleased, believing the remains removed from a traffic circle just north of the site and taken to Beechmount Cemetery need to be repatriated on the grounds as well.

Staff writer Healther Schultz will have a full report on the monument in Saturday's Journal.

http://www.canada.com/edmontonjournal/news/story.html?id=32897f33-b29d-4f37-bd55-
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Years of toil restore early graves
Land next to power plant final resting place for historic burial grounds

Heather Schultz
The Edmonton Journal
Saturday, August 11, 2007


People walk around grave markers at the newly dedicated burial ground just outside downtown Edmonton.
CREDIT: Shaughn Butts, the Journal

People walk around grave markers at the newly dedicated burial ground just outside downtown Edmonton.

EDMONTON - The Rossdale monument, marking the restored burial grounds of Edmonton's earliest residents, was blessed Friday by community elders and a drizzling sky.

"These are our fallen heroes," said descendant Gerald Delorme. "They are united, one in death -- an absence of all contention." About 150 people huddled under umbrellas and hunkered down in ponchos to celebrate the rich, multicultural roots of the city. The celebration opened with an entry procession around the grounds.

"Hopefully, we can build from this," Mayor Stephen Mandel said.

The irregular strip of land next to the Rossdale Power Plant, about 200 metres long and 50 metres at its widest point, has been transformed after seven years, countless meetings and a budget of more than $1.9 million into the Traditional Burial Ground and Fort Edmonton Cemetery.

Human remains found at the site were reinterred in 2005.

A central rust-covered steel sculpture, melding the Christian cross with an incomplete native circle of life as its crossbar, symbolizes the blending of traditions honoured at the site: aboriginal, Métis, Scot, French and British.

The circle is broken because there are still burial grounds beyond the current site.

"This is just the start of the recognizing of our ancestors," Delorme said. "These grave issues are not going away." Delorme praised the efforts to restore this site, but pointed to others in Edmonton and Alberta, including Andrew, that remain neglected. For years, construction in the city and elsewhere didn't respect old burial grounds.

"It's almost impossible to repair," he said. "But let's move forward." "I think it's just a marvellous blessing that they are able to bury our people," said Myrtle Calahaisn, 75. "I'm glad it's finished and they will be at rest." Others were not so pleased, believing the remains removed from a traffic circle just north of the site and taken to Beechmount Cemetery need to be moved to the grounds as well.

Phillip Coutu, a descendent of Fort Edmonton's first white family, and Duane Good Striker, who represented the Blackfoot people throughout the building process, did not hide their displeasure.

They planted a spirit cross and laid a wreath by the marked graves with a sign that read: "In honour of those denied the rite of return in 2005." "This is unfinished business here," Coutu said, pointing to things like unplanted flower beds lying within the Infinity walk (a symbol that represents the Métis) and the empty interpretive panels. "This has been done by the cheap." Architect Shafraaz Kaba collaborated extensively with descendants, interested parties and volunteers to come up with a complex design that took years to solidify.

Steel spears with lights at the tips symbolize how the Blackfoot tribe marked territory. They were set at a slight angle to give the illusion of a teepee.

A memory wall lists the names of those believed to be buried in the area.

Pearl Calahasen, MLA for Lesser Slave Lake, told the crowd: "We stand where they were buried. We drive where they were buried.

"This rain is the tears of our people, the tears of our people cleansing the earth for us to go on."

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France's model healthcare system

Boston.com
The Boston Globe
PAUL V. DUTTON
France's model healthcare system

By Paul V. Dutton | August 11, 2007

MANY advocates of a universal healthcare system in the United States look to Canada for their model. While the Canadian healthcare system has much to recommend it, there's another model that has been too long neglected. That is the healthcare system in France.

Although the French system faces many challenges, the World Health Organization rated it the best in the world in 2001 because of its universal coverage, responsive healthcare providers, patient and provider freedoms, and the health and longevity of the country's population. The United States ranked 37.

The French system is also not inexpensive. At $3,500 per capita it is one of the most costly in Europe, yet that is still far less than the $6,100 per person in the United States.

An understanding of how France came to its healthcare system would be instructive in any renewed debate in the United States.

That's because the French share Americans' distaste for restrictions on patient choice and they insist on autonomous private practitioners rather than a British-style national health service, which the French dismiss as "socialized medicine." Virtually all physicians in France participate in the nation's public health insurance, Sécurité Sociale.

Their freedoms of diagnosis and therapy are protected in ways that would make their managed-care-controlled US counterparts envious. However, the average American physician earns more than five times the average US wage while the average French physician makes only about two times the average earnings of his or her compatriots. But the lower income of French physicians is allayed by two factors. Practice liability is greatly diminished by a tort-averse legal system, and medical schools, although extremely competitive to enter, are tuition-free. Thus, French physicians enter their careers with little if any debt and pay much lower malpractice insurance premiums.

Nor do France's doctors face the high nonmedical personnel payroll expenses that burden American physicians. Sécurité Sociale has created a standardized and speedy system for physician billing and patient reimbursement using electronic funds.

It's not uncommon to visit a French medical office and see no nonmedical personnel. What a concept. No back office army of billing specialists who do daily battle with insurers' arcane and constantly changing rules of payment.

Moreover, in contrast to Canada and Britain, there are no waiting lists for elective procedures and patients need not seek pre-authorizations. In other words, like in the United States, "rationing" is not a word that leaves the lips of hopeful politicians. How might the French case inform the US debate over healthcare reform?

National health insurance in France stands upon two grand historical bargains -- the first with doctors and a second with insurers.

Doctors only agreed to participate in compulsory health insurance if the law protected a patient's choice of practitioner and guaranteed physicians' control over medical decision-making. Given their current frustrations, America's doctors might finally be convinced to throw their support behind universal health insurance if it protected their professional judgment and created a sane system of billing and reimbursement.

French legislators also overcame insurance industry resistance by permitting the nation's already existing insurers to administer its new healthcare funds. Private health insurers are also central to the system as supplemental insurers who cover patient expenses that are not paid for by Sécurité Sociale. Indeed, nearly 90 percent of the French population possesses such coverage, making France home to a booming private health insurance market.

The French system strongly discourages the kind of experience rating that occurs in the United States, making it more difficult for insurers to deny coverage for preexisting conditions or to those who are not in good health. In fact, in France, the sicker you are, the more coverage, care, and treatment you get. Would American insurance companies cut a comparable deal?

Like all healthcare systems, the French confront ongoing problems. Today French reformers' number one priority is to move health insurance financing away from payroll and wage levies because they hamper employers' willingness to hire. Instead, France is turning toward broad taxes on earned and unearned income alike to pay for healthcare.

American advocates of mandates on employers to provide health insurance should take note. The link between employment and health security is a historical artifact whose disadvantages now far outweigh its advantages. Economists estimate that between 25 and 45 percent of the US labor force is now job-locked. That is, employees make career decisions based on their need to maintain affordable health coverage or avoid exclusion based on a preexisting condition.

Perhaps it's time for us to take a closer look at French ideas about healthcare reform. They could become an import far less "foreign" and "unfriendly" than many here might initially imagine.

Paul V. Dutton is associate professor of history at Northern Arizona University and author of "Differential Diagnoses: A Comparative History of Health Care Problems and Solutions in the United States and France," which will be published in September.

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At Old Orchard Beach, Canadians right at home

Bonjour Rhéa!

This article may be of interest (to complement a similar article on the resurgence of F-C tourism in Wildwood, that you referred to on the August 21 blog).

Regards,
Jacques
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At Old Orchard Beach, Canadians right at home
Thanks to strong dollar and welcoming flavor, 6 of 10 summer visitors are from north of the border

By Michael Levenson, Globe Staff | August 12, 2007

OLD ORCHARD BEACH, Maine -- When they eat fried dough, sip Bud Lights, and ride the Tilt-A-Whirl, they are like other tourists. Then they squirt gravy on their French fries, unfold beach chairs emblazoned with maple leaves, and speak.

They are French-Canadians, and they are flooding this honky-tonk beach town like never before. Six out of every 10 visitors to Old Orchard Beach are Canadian, 20 percent more than last summer, according to the local Chamber of Commerce.

Buoyed by the strong Canadian dollar and the easy drive (about 6 hours from Montréal), Québécois have made this town their own.

In many parking lots, license plates from Quebec outnumber those from Maine. French fills the bars at night. And the souvenir shops cater to Québécois with signs that read "De vraies dents de requin" -- real shark's teeth -- and "Votre nom sur un grain de riz" -- Your name on a grain of rice.

"This is like Florida for Canadians," said Megan Brown, 24, a bartender at The Pier, where about 75 percent of the clientele is French-Canadian. "That's what Old Orchard Beach is for them. It's their Daytona Beach."

On Wednesday, Jean-Claude Monette, 52, a customer service representative for Quebec's provincial energy company, and his wife, Céline, 52, an aesthetician, were among dozens of tourists speaking French along the T-shirt shops, tattoo parlors, and fried food shacks of Old Orchard Street. The couple, who had driven from Saint-Jérôme, just north of Montréal, sat on a park bench, eating pizza and French fries. Céline clutched a colorful umbrella to shade them from the blazing sun.

"Last year, we went to Thailand for vacation," said Jean-Claude, who wore a Hawaiian shirt, checkered Speedo, and sandals.

"They had beautiful beaches but there were no waves. The waves in Old Orchard Beach are the best!"

Nearby, Mireille Côté, 54, a real estate agent, and Céline Rousseau, 54, a mental health counselor, ate lunch outside Beach Bagels. They had driven from Quebec on their motorcycles, and were staying at Paradise Park Camp Sites, which is owned by a French-Canadian couple who moved to town 37 years ago.

"We forget about everything while we're here, that's for sure. Just food and the beach," Côté said.

Canadians first flocked to Old Orchard Beach about 30 years ago, and have come and gone with the changing fortunes of their dollar, said James Harmon, executive director of the town Chamber of Commerce.

This year, the Canadian dollar fetches 95 cents US, up from 65 cents in 2002. And Canadians are visiting in record numbers, Harmon said. They are also spending more, to the delight of everyone.

"Thirty years ago, the Canadian market was such that they came, they brought their groceries, they stayed for a weekend at a time, and they cooked in their rooms and went on the beach during the day," Harmon said. "And I see a difference now -- there's a lot of shopping going on and a lot of dining out."

Jim Halle, 32, the manager at Paradise Park Camp Sites, said 50 percent of his customers this summer have been Canadian.

"They're great for the economy. Any business is happy to have them, and if it wasn't for our Canadian customers in town, we would not be full," Halle said.

Locals say they appreciate the business, but some note that there have been a few cultural clashes between Canadians and Mainers. Brown mentioned tipping, among other quibbles.

"French-Canadians who don't speak English, I'll get 75 cents for four drinks," Brown said. Teenagers from Quebec, where the legal drinking age is 18, will try to buy beer with Canadian IDs, she said.

And some will pretend they do not speak English when told not to take their drinks outside, she said.

"Then you get serious and, all of a sudden, they can speak some," said Chris Tweedie, 34, a security guard wearing mirrored shades at The Pier. "The language barrier sometimes makes it difficult."

But Steve Leahy, 71, a retired mailman who has lived in Old Orchard Beach for 65 years, said he likes the cultural mélange.

At his part-time job as a parking lot attendant, he takes pride in dusting off the French he learned from his grandmother as a boy and welcoming tourists in their native tongue.

"People say, 'Do you speak French?' And I say, 'I do -- two months out of the year,' " Leahy said, chuckling.

"My other statement is, nobody here in the wintertime speaks French other than me."

Of course, not every Canadian falls in love with Old Orchard Beach. Julien Lacoursière, 61, a tourist from Quebec, said he was unimpressed with the town's 7-mile beach and frigid surf.

"The best sea is in Shediac," Lacoursière said, recalling a beach town in New Brunswick that is licked by the edge of the Gulf Stream. "If you have to take Old Orchard and Shediac, I love better Shediac, because the weather is better and the temperature in the water is warmer."

Still, he said, it takes him 11 hours to drive to Shediac, too long for a quick vacation.

Leahy said the town could not survive without Canadians. And many Canadians said they consider Old Orchard Beach their own.

"We expect that Canada will annex Maine soon," said Jean-Guy LaPointe, a civil servant from Quebec, laughing as he tanned on the beach. "We could exchange the Yukon for Maine."

http://www.boston.com/news/local/articles/2007/08/12/at_old_orchard_beach_canadians
_right_at_home/v

Legends of the Turtle

Legends of the Turtle
A 10,000-year journey in an afternoon

By Alexandra Paul
Winnipeg Free Press, Canada - Aug 12, 2007

PHIL HOSSACK / WINNIPEG FREE PRESS
The headwaters of the Pembina River wind down to the plains from the northern edge of Turtle Mountain.

On June 23, Manitoba treaty commissioner Dennis White Bird and Free Press reporter Alexandra Paul drove to Boissevain to tour sites at Turtle Mountain dating back 12,000 years and hear oral stories from Sioux elders and historians.
IT was dead calm, overcast and partly sunny that Saturday. Tornadoes had torn through Elie the night before, leaving a swath of destruction.

Canupawapka Dakota Nation elders Hilda Sutherland and Andrew Crow, traditional clan leader Frank Brown, band councillor Wilson Brown and community member Raymond Brown were waiting in Boissevain with their historian and our host, James A.M. Ritchie.

Among them they carried a wealth of knowledge on aboriginal history, earth sciences and oral traditions in this heartland, a place where myth and magic mingle with a rolling landscape and a rumbling sky.

"We drove around for three or four hours," Manitoba treaty commissioner Dennis White Bird said later, "And we went back 10,000 years in time. Wow."

Older than Stonehenge or the Egyptian pyramids, the physical evidence of human occupation here stretches back to the last Ice Age. The oral traditions start there, too.

The Turtle was the first to emerge from the glacial grip, say scientists. Oral tradition says it never froze over; that the turtle had been an island refuge in the sea of ice.

THIS IS A LAND of striking geology, altered subtly by man in ways almost invisible to the modern eye.

Turtle Mountain is a 150-metre-high moraine left over from the last Ice Age and it straddles the international border, 70 kilometres from tail to brow.

The Turtle rests on an 800-metre thick limestone platform formed from the shells of an ancient sea. The limestone caps a fold in the bedrock that runs north-south up the centre of the continent.

Graphite rock from the Earth's crust and iron-rich magma from the Earth's mantle hold a current of mild natural electricity along the fold.

Scientists call the phenomenon the longest natural electromagnetic conductor in the entire world. It may or may not account for the fact the springs on the Turtle never freeze solid.


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The Turtle is 70 kilometres from tail to nose, and straddles the Canada-U.S. border.
THIS IS A LAND of ancient people.

There are hundreds of spear points, back to Clovis times here. And arrowheads, hammerstones and pestles. Many are on display at the Moncur Gallery in Boissevain.

All over the land, there are stone circles aligned to the stars or solstices; gigantic timepieces set with boulders. Petroforms in arrows, lines and other shapes mark out time, too, like beads on an abacus.

There are earthen mounds, round, linear or oval in shape, miniature versions of the famous mounds in Ohio.

Both could date to roughly the same time period. Some are names of towns like Pilot Mound.

Some hold ancient graves.

Some were built up layer by layer over the ages. Many are capped to stay stable, with ancient clay mix as hard as concrete.

Bits of the clay streak some boulders still. Some claim it's the reason French explorer Laverendrye coined the name Mountain of the Shining Stones in the early 1700s. Others say he meant the Rockies, not the Turtle.


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A slash marks the 49th parallel.
These sites cover a 190-kilometre arc around the Turtle.

"The land shapes the people and their cultures and even after 10,000 years you can still see that today," White Bird said. Oral traditions say this is Sioux ancestral land and the elders and historians who shared their stories want people to know the history of the land from their perspective.

Over the last 130 years, the Dakota have felt unwelcome in Canada and they resent that.

"There's a whole lot of history here." Sioux Valley historian Gordon Wasteste said in a phone interview following the tour.

The border divided the Dakota and split their ancient nation of Buffalo People apart. The Canadian Dakota still feel stranded by modern political realities. "How would you like to be called a refugee in your own country?" the elder asked.

And they feel, too, the world faces a crisis as great as the Ice Age with climate change. Ancient people survived by heeding elemental forces. There's a lesson there for the modern world, they say.

"This is sacred. But it is not secret," clan leader Frank Brown said of the oral traditions that stress keen observation skills, a realization that people are managers -- not bosses -- of the land and that survival depends on the close co-operation of people who understand that.

The tour was about to learn that lesson in a forceful way.


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Frank Brown sits atop a mound on a rock likely placed there by his Sioux ancestors.
THIS IS A LAND of whirlwinds.

The Turtle is held in the winds' embrace.

To look at it, the Turtle rises up like a giant speed bump on a mammoth highway of thunder. Winds and air currents ride it ceaselessly.

The winds respect no borders. The night after the tour, they were gearing up for a unforgettable show of force.

From dusk until midnight, twisters moved. Property was destroyed. Memories were made. Mercy meant no one was hurt.

The first of seven tornadoes rose up before sunset, from Canupawakpa's town of Pipestone, a hour west of Brandon.

Canupawakpa is named for a creek once lined with red pipestone, sacred and critical to aboriginal religious practices. Pipes must be made of pipestone. Without a pipe, you can't pray and without prayer, you can't feel the full connection with Creation.

As the sun sank, a second twister nudged near the Turtle's paws, at Hartney.


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Historian james Ritchie takes a bearing.
That night, the whirlwinds raced east. At the same time, the treaty commissioner and the reporter turned their wheels homeward.

The commissioner drove the northern front of the storm along Highway 2, which follows an ancient Anishinabe road of safe passage.

Three twisters danced to the south on Highway 23, not a traditional Anishinabe road. The commissioner is Anishinabe.

For hours, the winds rode the highway. Thunder sounded like shotgun blasts. Hail like bullets. And rain. Water poured so fast and thick, it draped the sky in black velvet, shot through with lightning.

The winds beat the travellers, and stirred a storm about 100 kilometres east of Winnipeg in the Whiteshell Provincial Park before midnight.

The vehicle moved in its wake, caught in the eddies of the storm. It reached Winnipeg safely after midnight.


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A fork and a bar are carved into this rock in a buffalo run.

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New heritage minister a relative unknown

New heritage minister a relative unknown

Josée Verner, Canada's new heritage minister, once worked as a press aide to the late former Quebec Liberal premier Robert Bourassa.
Photograph by : Handout

Tim Naumetz , CanWest News Service
Ottawa Citizen
Published: Wednesday, August 15, 2007

OTTAWA — Canada's cultural community is in a wait-and-see mood after Quebec City MP Josee Verner’s appointment as heritage minister, with the prevailing sentiment being the move was motivated primarily by Conservative electoral goals in Quebec, insiders say.

A spokesman for one of the leading arts lobbies in Canada says, in fact, there is little expectation a virtual vacuum of Conservative policy or action on the cultural front is about to be filled.

And, say two observers with close connections to Verner’s previous main portfolio, the Canadian International Development Agency, the new heritage minister did not display an appetite for challenging new initiatives in that job.

“I don’t know her personally,” said Alain Pineau, national director of the Canadian Conference of the Arts. “And there is not much on the record to establish her credentials when it comes to art culture, apart from the fact that she comes from Quebec, which is something to hang your hat on, or your hopes on.”

It’s true there is not much on the record about Verner’s talents.

Her biography in the Inside Ottawa Directory of MPs has a blank space after the designation for education. The information is normally supplied by MPs or their staff.

She does not appear in an exhaustive Library of Parliament computer news archive prior to her involvement with Prime Minister Stephen Harper’s new Conservative party in 2005, although she did once work as a press aide to the late former Quebec Liberal premier Robert Bourassa.

She describes herself as a Quebec nationalist and managed a candidate’s campaign for the right-wing Action democratique du Quebec in the 2003 provincial election, going on to join Harper as his Quebec lieutenant before eventually winning a Commons seat in Quebec City. The riding was once held by Sir Wilfrid Laurier.

But the woman who is now in charge of one of the most important portfolios for Canadian identity and unity is essentially a blank slate.

“My colleagues (in Quebec) seem to sort of carefully welcome her nomination,” said Pineau, adding that as far as the arts and culture community of the province is concerned, anyone, especially a native Quebecer, would be an improvement over former heritage minister Bev Oda.

“Oda was perceived from day one as being a non-entity, who couldn’t even speak French, by the Quebec cultural environment,” he said.

It was Public Works Minister Michael Fortier, a senator from Montreal, who was behind a surprising $50 million injection of federal funds into the Canada Council earlier this year, said Pineau.

Verner, a 47-year-old mother of three, had a brief brush with controversy last June over a lawsuit involving a salary her husband paid her for allegedly doing no work or very little work. A former firm partner is suing.

Former Liberal heritage minister Sheila Copps declined to comment on Verner’s suitability for the job, but she said anyone who takes it on has to be prepared for the unexpected.

“It’s a highly charged, politically sensitive department,” said Copps. “It’s always got a lot of bombs dropping.”

Pineau said his colleagues in the cultural industries are curious whether Verner will move the government ahead on crucial files Oda did not — including a mandate review for the CBC and an overhaul of Canadian copyright laws.

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CULTURE: JOSÉE VERNER

CULTURE: JOSÉE VERNER
A low profile despite years of political experience

VAL ROSS
The Globe and Mail
August 16, 2007

Josée Verner, Canada's newest Heritage minister, is an attractive, bilingual political veteran. Yet remarkably, over her years in the provincial Liberal party, Action Démocratique du Québec and now the Conservatives, she has accumulated little baggage - or profile.

Chair of the Tories' Quebec caucus, she represents the Quebec City riding of Louis-St-Laurent. All this makes her the right person to carry the federal flag when Quebec celebrates its 400th anniversary in 2008.

Samuel de Champlain arrived at 11 o'clock on July 3, 1608, and celebrations to mark that event in Quebec City already include $90-million worth of circuses, concerts, sound and light shows, and official visits. There's even the possibility of a Papal visit - so clearly, the 400th is a big deal.

"We don't know Mme. Verner very well," commented Andrée Gendreau, director of collections at the Musée de la civilization in Quebec City, and chairwoman of the Canadian Museums Association, "but we feel that the Prime Minister wanted to put someone into Heritage who would understand the importance of the 400th, to Quebec, to Canada, to America."

Liberal heritage critic Tina Keeper was more cynical: "Thinking about Quebec is this government's only way to deal with this file."

Still, hopes are high for Verner, who replaces Bev Oda in the portfolio, if only because Oda was seen as neither effective nor communicative. "Our colleagues in the francophone cultural community found Mme. Verner congenial, open-minded and accessible," said Alain Pineau, executive director of the Canadian Conference of the Arts.

In her Heritage job, "we give her the benefit of the doubt," he said, "if for no other reason than because she's from Quebec, where issues of culture and heritage are valued."

Indeed, asked in a press scrum what the cabinet shuffle did for Quebec specifically, Harper responded, in French, "Arts and culture are truly important to Quebec and now Mme. Verner, a Québécoise, has these responsibilities."

In her previous role as Minister for International Co-operation, one of Verner's responsibilities was for la Francophonie, the international club of French-speaking countries and regions. Though she made no blunders, few can recall what she accomplished.

"I can't think of anything," said Clive Doucet, an Acadian poet and Ottawa city councillor. "Mr. Harper tends to pick media-savvy ministers who are good soldiers. In almost all cases, it's Mr. Harper who calls the shots."

Yet despite Verner's low profile, the married mother of three is no stranger to controversy. One involves her husband's company, LXB Communication-Marketing - an ad and consulting agency mainly serving pharmaceutical giants. In June, Paul Bleau, a minority shareholder and former LXB employee, launched a lawsuit alleging, among other things, that between 1993 and 2004, before Verner ran for office, her husband and the company's president, Marc Lacroix, put her on the LXB payroll instead of splitting that money with other shareholders. Lacroix and Verner insist that she worked for LXB from the family home. The case goes to trial next year.

Also contentious, at least among international-development-community activists, was Verner's handling of her former responsibilities for the Canadian International Development Agency. "CIDA doesn't get the best ministers, but she was poor even by CIDA standards," said Amir Attaran, Canada Research Chair in law, population health and global development policy at the University of Ottawa. "She had no discernible vision on development, no discernible passion. That was a problem in her last job and it may be a problem in Heritage."

Attaran tangled with Verner's department at least twice in the past 18 months. Stymied by his failed Access to Information request on what was happening with Canadian aid projects in Afghanistan, he went public last January, complaining that the federal government had released not one single audit of its spending on aid projects there.

"This is the foreign-aid equivalent of the sponsorship scandal," he said at the time. Attaran is still angry. "Afghanistan is not performing, but CIDA can't tell us how they're spending the money," he said.

The activist professor also fought with Verner over a modest but successful Red Cross project to alleviate malaria in Africa by giving away insecticide-treated bed nets, to which CIDA initially gave $26-million. "This project is listed on CIDA's website as saving the lives of hundreds of thousands of children," Attaran said, "but it took a year and a half of our begging for them not to pull out entirely. The project got cut to $20-million."

Observers say that Verner is likely to be a stronger performer in her new Heritage portfolio, for two reasons: For her, it's closer to home than Africa and Afghanistan and, for the Prime Minister, it's important that she succeed.

"This is not an issue of her personality," Pineau said, "but where she stands in the pecking order."

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Quebec MP Josée Verner

Quebec MP Josée Verner will replace Bev Oda as federal heritage minister, Prime Minister Stephen Harper announced Tuesday.

Verner has been minister for international co-operation and minister for la Francophonie and official languages since Feb. 6, 2006.


Josée Verner, seen in April, was first elected in 2006. Josée Verner, seen in April, was first elected in 2006.
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"Arts and culture are very important to Quebec and Ms. Verner as a Quebecer will be taking responsibility for those areas," Harper said in a Tuesday afternoon press conference.

Oda, known for her controversial handling of the Canadian Television Fund (CTF), takes Verner's old job as minister for international co-operation.

As a woman, and a Quebecer who took 58 per cent of the vote in her riding in the last election, Verner could be an asset in building voter support for the Harper government.

Verner was elected as an MP for the first time in January 2006 in the riding of Louis-St-Laurent, which takes in northwest and central Quebec City.
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However, even before she was elected, she headed Harper's Quebec caucus and was a member of his shadow cabinet.

As a minister who is comfortable working in both English and French, she has an advantage over Oda, who does not speak French. And as one of the more socially progressive Conservative MPs, she may be more comfortable with the arts community.

Verner spent 20 years in communications and public service, including a period working for former Quebec premier Robert Bourassa.

"She's got her work cut out," Alain Pineau, national director of the Canadian Conference of the Arts, said in an interview with CBC News.

In the short term, she will have to deal with issues like the appointment of a CBC CEO and sorting out the mess over funding for summer festivals, which was announced in this year's budget, but never materialized, Pineau said.

"More fundamentally, she has to work hard to establish a clear vision of what the cultural policy of this government is about," he said, noting that the Harper government's arts and culture policy has been "completely haphazard."

Oda's shuffle out of the heritage post is no surprise. She has been perceived as a weak performer, with almost no progress made on any of the hot issues in heritage, including copyright legislation, a museums' policy and a new mandate for the CBC.

Her handling of the CTF was seen as particularly poor, as she failed to discipline the large cable firms when they withdrew their support from the fund that backs production of Canadian shows, then gave in to their demands for a review of the CTF.

A former CRTC commissioner, she also has been criticized by the Opposition as too close to the broadcast industry she is supposed to be regulating.

"The perception is that she's been weak," said Tina Keeper, heritage critic for the Liberals.

"She hasn't had a voice at the cabinet table. She is pulling the party line in arts and culture ... and I suspect they are not interested as a party."

The high point under Oda's leadership has been a permanent $30-million increase in funding, to $180 million a year, for the Canada Council for the Arts.

But she also presided over deep cuts to funds that allowed Canadian artists to travel overseas, Keeper said.

New Democrat heritage critic Charlie Angus said he fears the Conservative government appointed Verner to look good in Quebec.

"I'm afraid they are really thinking of the photo opportunities and setting themselves up for the next election in Quebec," he said.

As heritage minister, Verner will be able to display her largesse at the 400th anniversary of Quebec with celebrations set for next year.

But Angus said he's hopeful Verner will be a stronger advocate for the arts than Oda.

"She needs to really come forward with a coherent vision, but because she's from Quebec, where more value is put on cultural issues, I'm hopeful she'll have more of an interest."

http://www.cbc.ca/arts/story/2007/08/14/heritage-minister.html?ref=rss

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Today in history

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Also on Aug. 13, in:

- 1535, French explorer Jacques Cartier discovered the St. Lawrence River.

- 1812, Gen. Isaac Brock met Indian Chief Tecumseh to plan a campaign to drive Gen. William Hull back into the United States.

- 1955, the Canso Causeway, linking Cape Breton Island to the Nova Scotia mainland, was opened. Built at an estimated cost of $22 million, the causeway took three years to complete.

A salt lick, sulfur spring helped determine where Nashville was built

A salt lick, sulfur spring helped determine where Nashville was builtBy GEORGE ZEPP
The Tennessean, TN - Aug 15, 2007


Evidence of some of Nashville's earliest explorers, Native Americans, is unearthed in an archeological dig in December 1991 as a new bridge was being built on Jefferson Street. The burial ground, with about a dozen graves, was near the hunting area later called French Lick. (FILE / THE TENNESSEAN)


Archeology consultant Tim Rice carefully removes teeth from a Native American burial spot of the Mississippian period, possibly those of a 15-year-old female, in December 1991. Shawnee tribe representative Steve McCullough took the remains to his state of Indiana for study and reburial. They were unearthed just south of Nashville’s Jefferson Street at a bridge construction site. (FILE / THE TENNESSEAN)

My purpose in writing is concerning the salt lick that apparently preceded and was originally central to the location of Nashville.

From what I can gather, it was discovered by French trappers, thus its first name "French Lick," and then later Americanized as the "Great Salt Lick."


Great it must have been as there are accounts of the buffalo and other animal trails converging on it … Where exactly was the Great Salt Lick? – Jim Knight, Tullahoma, Tenn.

It's an interesting concept to think Nashville owes its initial existence to packs of wild animals, Native Americans and a few men from France.

The story of a smelly sulfur spring that drew them all here shows it's surprisingly true.

By the time James Robertson led his founding party across the frozen Cumberland River at Christmas 1779, French explorers from New Orleans had paid regular visits for at least 70 years and even set up a modest trading station in a former Indian fort.

Roaming Indian hunters frequented the spot much earlier. The Shawnee were attracted by the hordes of wild game enticed by this sulfurous salt spring and others nearby.

Kasper Mansker, an explorer who entered the area from the east in 1769, had first thought the open space near the spring was an unused field for planting. In fact it was "freed from trees and underbrush by the innumerable herds of buffaloes, deer and elk that came to these waters," professor W.W. Clayton wrote in his 1880 history of the city.

The beasts, also including bears and wild turkey, had worn clearings and paths that aided hunters and later settlers.

The broad area stretched from the sulfur spring near the Jefferson Street side of the current Bicentennial Capitol Mall along the Cumberland River's now-missing Lick Branch Creek as it reached west to Cockrill's Spring at the present Centennial Park.

"As Nashville grows, ground will become more valuable and Sulphur Springs bottom, with its hundreds of acres, will furnish this territory," Marshall Morgan wrote in a 1901 newspaper article discovered by contemporary historian Paul Clements in his research for an upcoming book.

"The bottom is doomed (by) the inevitable demand for room… a plane upon which to make a fortune," writer Will Allen Dromgoole observed in the Nashville Banner in 1906.

But on their arrival in 1779, Robertson's party saw the spring as a godsend. It attracted meat for the table and also produced another vital substance to preserve it:

"The settlers had no salt except a little they made from the sulphur spring with their cooking utensils," Lavinia Craighead noted in another account collected by Clements.

French first found site

So Nashville grew from a modest trading cabin at the salt lick. It was established about 1710 by an unidentified Frenchman and maintained by another, Jean du Charleville, until his death at 84 in 1780, says a historical marker in the 500 block of Jefferson Street.

Robertson's settlers went on to build a protective fortification on the bluff above, a fort called Nashborough.

The foul-tasting sulfur water with its salts was long-lasting. An 1870 well tapped the same aquifer to supply north Nashville's Morgan Park and an old cotton factory on Eighth Avenue now known as The Lofts at Werthan Mills condominiums. A free spigot on Taylor Street drew health-seekers until it was cut off in 1994.

http://www.tennessean.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070815/COLUMNIST0102/708150458/1093/NEWS01

'Flight of the Piasa'



Outskirts Press Announces 'Flight of the Piasa,' the Latest Highly-anticipated Fiction/Historical Book

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Wednesday, 15 August 2007
PR-GB.com (press release), Bulgaria - Aug 14, 2007

Outskirts Press, Inc. has published Flight of the Piasa by Raymond Scott Edge, which is the author's most recent book to date. The 5.5 x 8.5 Paperback in the Fiction/ Historical category is available worldwide on book retailer websites such as Amazon and Barnes & Noble for a suggested retail price of $14.95. Flight of the Piasa is also available in its 5.5 x 8.5 Hardback w/ Jacket edition for $20.95. The webpage at www.outskirtspress.com/FLIGHTOFTHEPIASA was launched simultaneously with the book's publication.

Denver, CO and Montgomery City, MO (PRWEB) August 1, 2007 -- Outskirts Press, Inc. has published Flight of the Piasa by Raymond Scott Edge, which is the author's most recent book to date. The 5.5 x 8.5 Paperback in the Fiction/ Historical category is available worldwide on book retailer websites such as Amazon and Barnes & Noble for a suggested retail price of $14.95. Flight of the Piasa is also available in its 5.5 x 8.5 Hardback w/ Jacket edition for $20.95. The webpage at www.outskirtspress.com/FLIGHTOFTHEPIASA was launched simultaneously with the book's publication.

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Daniel looked up at the wall clock. "Well that brings us to the end of our time, but I should tell you that the last sighting of the Piasa Bird was April 1948. Guy named Coleman, while riding on horseback about four miles from Alton, claimed to have sighted a bird "bigger than an airplane." The students were now standing, packing their bags, adjusting their coats, readying themselves to leave."Oh, by the way, be careful out there," Daniel laughed. "And remember to look up now and then, you never know. When Daniel French, a graduate student of archaeology, sets out for a romantic picnic under a mysterious local cliff painting known as the Piasa Bird, he unwittingly finds himself involved in an ancient tale filled with passion, sacrifice, love, and loss. The Piasa is a famous petroglyph overlooking the Mississippi River near Alton, Illinois. First described by French explorers Marquette and Joliet in 1673 and later called "America's most fascinating free roadside attraction," the origin of the Piasa is shrouded in legend and obscured by time, with no known date of creation, name of creator, or purpose. As Daniel French seeks to unravel the mystery surrounding the ancient work of art, he learns that there is more to the Piasa than meets the eye

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Finder's keepers in the Arctic

Finder's keepers in the Arctic
Alameda Times-Star, CA - Aug 12, 2007

A RUSSIAN expedition reached the North Pole last week and sent two men in submarines 2.65 miles below the Arctic Ocean to explore the seabed — and, not incidentally, to plant a titanium capsule containing the red, white and blue Russian flag. The explorers want bragging rights for a journey they compare to "taking the first step on the moon," but they are also pressing Russia's claim to a vast swath of the Arctic Ocean.

The flag-planting ritual and the thinking behind the Russians' audacious territorial claims have their roots in the development and use of the Doctrine of Discovery by European and American explorers from the 15th through the 20th centuries. Starting with Pope Nicholas V in 1455, the Europeans conveniently declared their divine right to empty land or to land occupied by "pagans and enemies of Christ." The main requirement was first-come, first-served discovery.

When it comes to applying the discovery doctrine in the 21st century, Russia is hardly alone. Climate change is shrinking the Arctic icecap and opening new sea lanes, fisheries, oil fields and mineral caches for exploitation. Barren islands are suddenly valuable. A new race to explore, conquer and acquire another "new world" is on.

For example, the United States and Canada are in a dispute about Canadian claims that an emerging Northwest Passage sea route is in its territory. The U.S. insists that the waters are neutral and open to all, but Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper states that he will place military icebreakers in the area "to assert our sovereignty and take action to protect our territorial integrity."

Canada is also facing off against Denmark over tiny Hans Island near northwestern Greenland. In 1984, Denmark's minister for Greenland affairs landed on the island in a helicopter and raised the Danish flag, buried a bottle of brandy and left a note that said "Welcome to the Danish Island." Canada was not amused. In 2005, the Canadian defense minister and troops landed on the island and hoisted the Canadian flag. Denmark lodged an official protest.

Planting a flag or burying brandy isn't enough these days to guarantee possession — international treaties such as the United Nations Convention on the Law of the Sea are invoked. But historically, staking a physical claim is the first rule of the discovery doctrine. Spanish, Portuguese and, later, English and French explorers engaged in all sorts of rituals on encountering new lands: hoisting the flag, displaying the Christian cross and leaving evidence to prove who was there first.

In 1776-78, for example, Capt. James Cook established English claims to British Columbia by burying bottles of English coins in several locations. In 1774, he erased Spanish marks of possession in Tahiti and replaced them with English ones. On learning of this, Spain dispatched explorers to restore its claim. Nearly 40 years earlier, in 1742-49, French military expeditions buried lead plates along the Ohio River. The plates stated that they were "a renewal of possession" that dated from 1643.

Americans also staked their claims. The Lewis and Clark expedition marked and branded trees and rocks in the Pacific Northwest to prove the American presence and claim to the region. It also left a document at Ft. Clatsop, at the mouth of the Columbia River, in March 1806, and gave copies to Indians to deliver to whites who might arrive later to prove the U.S. claim to the Northwest. As the document stated, it was posted and circulated so that "through the medium of some civilized person ... it may be made known to the informed world" that Lewis and Clark had secured land rights all the way to the Pacific Ocean on behalf of the U.S. government.

A decade later, as the U.S. and England argued about dueling discovery claims to the Pacific Northwest, U.S. Secretary of State John Quincy Adams and President Monroe ordered American officials back to the Columbia "to reassert the title of the United States." In August 1818, Capt. James Biddle performed a textbook discovery ritual: In the presence of Chinook Indians on the north side of the Columbia River, he raised the U.S. flag, turned the soil with a shovel and nailed up a lead plate inscribed: "Taken possession of, in the name and on the behalf of the United States by Captain James Biddle." He repeated the performance on the south shore of the Columbia, with a wooden sign declaring American ownership of the region.

As early as 1790, federal law reflected the discovery doctrine, but it wasn't until 1823 that the doctrine was formally recognized by the U.S. Supreme Court — and its full meaning spelled out.

In the Supreme Court case Johnson vs. McIntosh, about whether private citizens could purchase Indian lands, Chief Justice John Marshall, in a long, detailed opinion for a unanimous court, established that discovery had been the law on the North American continent since the beginning of European exploration. Indian rights "to complete sovereignty, as independent nations, were necessarily diminished, and their power to dispose of the soil at their own will, to whomsoever they pleased, was denied by the original fundamental principle, that discovery gave exclusive title to those who made it." In short, Indians couldn't sell their tribal lands to private citizens because their conquerors — the U.S. government by then — essentially owned them.

Today, that aspect of the 600-year-old Doctrine of Discovery still prevails in U.S. and international law. It remains the principle by which the United States, Canada, New Zealand and Australia continue to control the lands of their indigenous peoples.

As to the larger principle of "finders (or claimers) keepers," it also lives — notwithstanding international treaties. The proof is in that symbolic Russian flag planted 2.65 miles below the North Pole, at the potentially lucrative, already contested bottom of the deep blue Arctic sea.

Robert J. Miller is a professor at Lewis & Clark Law School in Portland, Ore., and a citizen of the Eastern Shawnee Tribe of Oklahoma. He is the author of "Native America, Discovered and Conquered: Thomas Jefferson, Lewis & Clark, and Manifest Destiny."

http://www.insidebayarea.com/opinion/tribune/ci_6606388

Finder's keepers in the Arctic

Finder's keepers in the Arctic
Alameda Times-Star, CA - Aug 12, 2007

A RUSSIAN expedition reached the North Pole last week and sent two men in submarines 2.65 miles below the Arctic Ocean to explore the seabed — and, not incidentally, to plant a titanium capsule containing the red, white and blue Russian flag. The explorers want bragging rights for a journey they compare to "taking the first step on the moon," but they are also pressing Russia's claim to a vast swath of the Arctic Ocean.

The flag-planting ritual and the thinking behind the Russians' audacious territorial claims have their roots in the development and use of the Doctrine of Discovery by European and American explorers from the 15th through the 20th centuries. Starting with Pope Nicholas V in 1455, the Europeans conveniently declared their divine right to empty land or to land occupied by "pagans and enemies of Christ." The main requirement was first-come, first-served discovery.

When it comes to applying the discovery doctrine in the 21st century, Russia is hardly alone. Climate change is shrinking the Arctic icecap and opening new sea lanes, fisheries, oil fields and mineral caches for exploitation. Barren islands are suddenly valuable. A new race to explore, conquer and acquire another "new world" is on.

For example, the United States and Canada are in a dispute about Canadian claims that an emerging Northwest Passage sea route is in its territory. The U.S. insists that the waters are neutral and open to all, but Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper states that he will place military icebreakers in the area "to assert our sovereignty and take action to protect our territorial integrity."

Canada is also facing off against Denmark over tiny Hans Island near northwestern Greenland. In 1984, Denmark's minister for Greenland affairs landed on the island in a helicopter and raised the Danish flag, buried a bottle of brandy and left a note that said "Welcome to the Danish Island." Canada was not amused. In 2005, the Canadian defense minister and troops landed on the island and hoisted the Canadian flag. Denmark lodged an official protest.

Planting a flag or burying brandy isn't enough these days to guarantee possession — international treaties such as the United Nations Convention on the Law of the Sea are invoked. But historically, staking a physical claim is the first rule of the discovery doctrine. Spanish, Portuguese and, later, English and French explorers engaged in all sorts of rituals on encountering new lands: hoisting the flag, displaying the Christian cross and leaving evidence to prove who was there first.

In 1776-78, for example, Capt. James Cook established English claims to British Columbia by burying bottles of English coins in several locations. In 1774, he erased Spanish marks of possession in Tahiti and replaced them with English ones. On learning of this, Spain dispatched explorers to restore its claim. Nearly 40 years earlier, in 1742-49, French military expeditions buried lead plates along the Ohio River. The plates stated that they were "a renewal of possession" that dated from 1643.

Americans also staked their claims. The Lewis and Clark expedition marked and branded trees and rocks in the Pacific Northwest to prove the American presence and claim to the region. It also left a document at Ft. Clatsop, at the mouth of the Columbia River, in March 1806, and gave copies to Indians to deliver to whites who might arrive later to prove the U.S. claim to the Northwest. As the document stated, it was posted and circulated so that "through the medium of some civilized person ... it may be made known to the informed world" that Lewis and Clark had secured land rights all the way to the Pacific Ocean on behalf of the U.S. government.

A decade later, as the U.S. and England argued about dueling discovery claims to the Pacific Northwest, U.S. Secretary of State John Quincy Adams and President Monroe ordered American officials back to the Columbia "to reassert the title of the United States." In August 1818, Capt. James Biddle performed a textbook discovery ritual: In the presence of Chinook Indians on the north side of the Columbia River, he raised the U.S. flag, turned the soil with a shovel and nailed up a lead plate inscribed: "Taken possession of, in the name and on the behalf of the United States by Captain James Biddle." He repeated the performance on the south shore of the Columbia, with a wooden sign declaring American ownership of the region.

As early as 1790, federal law reflected the discovery doctrine, but it wasn't until 1823 that the doctrine was formally recognized by the U.S. Supreme Court — and its full meaning spelled out.

In the Supreme Court case Johnson vs. McIntosh, about whether private citizens could purchase Indian lands, Chief Justice John Marshall, in a long, detailed opinion for a unanimous court, established that discovery had been the law on the North American continent since the beginning of European exploration. Indian rights "to complete sovereignty, as independent nations, were necessarily diminished, and their power to dispose of the soil at their own will, to whomsoever they pleased, was denied by the original fundamental principle, that discovery gave exclusive title to those who made it." In short, Indians couldn't sell their tribal lands to private citizens because their conquerors — the U.S. government by then — essentially owned them.

Today, that aspect of the 600-year-old Doctrine of Discovery still prevails in U.S. and international law. It remains the principle by which the United States, Canada, New Zealand and Australia continue to control the lands of their indigenous peoples.

As to the larger principle of "finders (or claimers) keepers," it also lives — notwithstanding international treaties. The proof is in that symbolic Russian flag planted 2.65 miles below the North Pole, at the potentially lucrative, already contested bottom of the deep blue Arctic sea.

Robert J. Miller is a professor at Lewis & Clark Law School in Portland, Ore., and a citizen of the Eastern Shawnee Tribe of Oklahoma. He is the author of "Native America, Discovered and Conquered: Thomas Jefferson, Lewis & Clark, and Manifest Destiny."

http://www.insidebayarea.com/opinion/tribune/ci_6606388

Partridges to rabbits

Partridges to rabbits

Gerald Lauzon
Standard Freeholder, Canada - Aug 11, 2007

Local News - Today, in exploring place names of First Nations' origin, we shall venture from Akwesasne to Waupoos.

Akwesasne was founded in the year 1755 by a group who left Kahnewake, south of Montreal, to start a new settlement for a more profound lifestyle further west on the south shore of the St. Lawrence River.

Like most aboriginal place names, "Akwesasne" has a nature basis in meaning "where the partridge drums."

The Mohawk villages nearby in Quebec are Kahnewake (pronounced "kahn-a-wah-kee") and Kanesatake (pronounced "kahn-eh-sah-ta-kee"). These have English translations respectively as "Place beside the rapids" and "Place on the hill."

The Mohawks have historically been part of the Six Nations (of the Iroquois) along with the Cayugas, Oneidas, Onondagas, Senecas, and Tuscaroras.

'Iroquois' was chosen by residents in 1856 as the identity of the original (pre-Seaway relocation) settlement west of Morrisburg, Ontario.

The word "Iroquois" was a term formerly used by Algonquin natives to describe their main enemies as "rattlesnakes."

The Iroquois know themselves as the Haudenosaunee meaning "People of the longhouse" (for their traditional residential organization).

It is this tribe whose term for the large lake in their region as "Skanadario" meaning "shining water" was to form the basis of the name "Ontario."

French explorers of the 1600s first identified this body of water as Lac des Iroquois. Later, in the 1700s, this was changed to Lac Frontenac before becoming Lake Ontario.

Moving westward, one finds the community of Gananoque whose native meaning is "Place where rocks rise from the water."

A bit further, near Kingston, is a river named "Cataraqui" whose native name means "rocks surrounded by water."

From here, one comes to a place called Napanee - so called as a distorted form of Appanea, the original native identification (of unknown meaning) for a local river.

Next one approaches the Mohawk territory of Tyendinaga - so called for such being the native name of the famous Chief Joseph Brant (in whose honour Brantford, Ontario was also named).

"Tyendinaga" means "he who binds sticks together" (for sturdiness). The town of Deseronto was named for another native leader whose tribe was also allied with the British during the American Revolution. Chief Deseronto later brought his followers from the Mohawk Valley of New York State to live hereabouts in Upper Canada on a British grant of land.

"Deseronto" translates as "from where there was thunder."

South from the 401, on highway 49 from Deseronto, after crossing a bridge over the Bay of Quinte, one arrives on the peninsula of land grandiloquently referred to by some Torontonians as "The County" but actually known as Prince Edward County. "Quinte" is also of native source meaning "pretty field."

Passing through the commercial centre of Picton and continuing south on Route 8, one arrives at a series of agricultural enterprises overlooking Prince Edward Bay toward the great lake's boundless blue beyond.

Collectively, these businesses form a roadside market row called Waupoos: a winery estate so named, a cider house, and several orchards.

"Waupoos" is a native term for "rabbit" - presumably for that district's once having had a large leporine population.

http://www.standard-freeholder.com/webapp/sitepages/content.asp?
contentid=648997&catname=Local%20News&classif=

Cape Breton Island

Promotion and culture
The Cape Breton Post
8-16-07

Cape Breton Island is blessed with a variety of cultures and communities. That diversity whether it’s Acadian, Italian, Ukrainian, Polish, Mi’Kmaq, Jewish or Celtic is celebrated at varying times throughout the year.

Such is the case in and around Cheticamp where residents marked National Acadian Day Wednesday.

It is a day designed to recognize the contributions of Acadians in the development of Canada.

Cheticamp located on the western side of Cape Breton has a population of about 4,000 comprised mainly of people of Acadian descent.

The region is noted for many things including friendly and industrious people who take fanatical pride in the appearance of their homes and property.

First-time visitors to Cheticamp are not only impressed with the pristine condition of lawns, gardens and residences but also the down-home and friendly nature of the residents who in most instances have mastered the art of treating tourists like royalty.

Long before a downturn in economic conditions dictated that other Cape Breton communities diversify and get on the tourism bandwagon Cheticamp had been quietly going about its business for years.

The fact that the community is situated literally in the shadow of the Cape Breton Highlands and at the entrance of the national park certainly didn’t hurt Cheticamp’s chances at succeeding in the seasonal roulette game of capturing tourism dollars.

Some other factors that have contributed to a formula for success include an international reputation when it comes to arts, crafts and music.

Whether it’s the toe-tapping tunes of local musicians or a visit to the museum where tourists are treated to the amazing rug hookings of the late Elizabeth LeForte or the work of a new generation of local artisans visitors are sure to be captivated.

It is this combination of talent, tenacity and resilience that makes the people of Cheticamp and Saint-Joseph-du-Moine unique among their counterparts in Cape Breton.

But without the proper promotion both on the mainland and around the world geographic gems like Cheticamp find themselves at a distinct disadvantage.

Whether that is solely the responsibility of government or should be a public/private partnership remains open to debate.

Whatever the outcome of that argument tourism officials should make sure that communities like Cheticamp and Saint-Joseph-du-Moine are promoted fairly and equally among other destination hot spots on Cape Breton.

At the very least communities should be consulted every year by all levels of government when it comes to promotion.

After all, these communities have a vested interest at making sure they succeed.

Officials would be wise to heed the advice of communities like Cheticamp.

http://www.capebretonpost.com/index.cfm?sid=54410&sc=151

"Wood One"

UMF art show begins Friday


By BETTY JESPERSEN
Staff Writer Kennebec Journal & Morning Sentinel

FARMINGTON -- An exhibit that focuses on the art of wood and the artists who are inspired by it opens Friday at the University of Maine at Farmington.

The group show, "Wood One," at the UMF Art Gallery will have about 20 artists from around the state displaying a diverse collection of sculpture, furniture, wood-fired pottery, photography and mixed media. A reception from 5 to 7 p.m. is free and open to the public. The gallery is at 246 Main Street in Farmington.

The group show, "Wood One," at the UMF Art Gallery will have about 20 artists from around the state displaying a diverse collection of sculpture, furniture, wood-fired pottery, photography and mixed media. A reception from 5 to 7 p.m. is free and open to the public. The gallery is at 246 Main Street in Farmington.

"The artists either have a conceptual connection to wood or a material connection," said gallery director Sarah Maline.

She said there is a wide range of creative people in Maine who use wood or who incorporate timber-related themes into some of their work. Since the gallery's mission is to promote contemporary art, she felt the show, "Wood One," would be an opportunity to bring them together in one show.

Among the exhibitors:

n Tom Higgins, a well-known landscape artist and former UMF art professor, will display a favorite wooded landscape and another showing a clearcut titled," Forest Disrupted."

n Rob Simenski and Diana Thomas of Phillips, owner of Bog Pond Potters, make pottery in a wood-fired kiln they built. The clay is blasted by super-hot wood ash as it is being dried, leaving a distinctive patina.

n Roy Slamm of Solon creates furniture and sculpture of nonendangered wood species.

n Duncan Hewitt of Portland will display an intricatly carved wooden fireplace screen.

Other contributors are photographers Ann Arbor, Joan Braun, Gary Green; sculptors Hightower & Sparks, the late Bernard Langlois and Lin Lisberger; painters Juliet Karlsen and Melissa Walker; mixed media artist Christine Higgins; printmaker Ellen Roberts; and artists Dona Seegers and Nancy Romines Walters.

The exhibit is open noon to 4 p.m., Tuesday through Thursday, from Aug. 17 to Sept. 16.

http://morningsentinel.mainetoday.com/news/local/4185709.html

‘It’s the story of my lifetime’


Rose Sanfacon talks about the happy times of her involvement with Sacred Heart Church and the sadness of its closing.
Bryan Eaton / Staff Photo

‘It’s the story of my lifetime’
Katie Farrell
August 15, 2007
The Daily News of Newburyport, MA -

Rose Sanfacon was 12 years old when she attended the dedication of the new Sacred Heart Church. It was Christmas Eve, 1928, and the church was holding its first Mass.

“I remember it so well,” Sanfacon, 91, said yesterday. Children weren’t supposed to be allowed to attend that first Mass, she said, but her mother still brought her along.

“Everybody was so happy. We had found a home, and we loved it,” Sanfacon said of that first night. The highlight of that Mass, she said, happened right at midnight, when the first strains of “O Holy Night” sounded and the joyful parishioners joined in the hymn.

“It was so emotional,” she said.

On Saturday, Sanfacon will see the church through full circle, but it won’t be a joyful occasion. Sanfacon and many others who have been a part of the church’s history will attend its final Mass, when the parish will celebrate the 79 years at its present location, and 104 years of serving Amesbury, having first bought the property in 1903.

Founded to serve the French-speaking residents of Amesbury, most of them part of the town’s growing French-Canadian community, the parish’s first leader was the Rev. Jean Baptiste Labossiere.

In 1928, the Rev. Joseph Cote began construction on the current church, which would be considered his great accomplishment. As Amesbury became home to even more French-Canadians like Sanfacon, the church also grew.

Sanfacon, who moved to Amesbury with her family from outside Quebec, Canada, in 1925, recalled much of the church’s history.

She remembers attending Sacred Heart School, where the students aided in the fundraising to build the current church, and seeing the building project develop. Students lined up to watch the day the workers moved the old church to the rear of the Sacred Heart property, where it would be used as a church hall.

“I saw it built right through,” she said.

As she grew, Sanfacon remained active at Sacred Heart, volunteering with the bean suppers, joining several church committees and offering with any task that came up.

“I worked everywhere at the church; I got a lot from this parish,” Sanfacon said. “That’s why it’s a big loss.”

In 1940, Sanfacon got married at Sacred Heart when she was 24. Later, her three children received their sacraments at the church, and two also got married there. Her family — her parents and her siblings — were buried from there, as was her husband who died close to 17 years ago.

“It’s the story of my lifetime,” Sanfacon said of the church. “I wanted to be buried from that church. ... You can’t always get what you want.”

Though many descendants of French-Canadians still populate the town, times have changed for the Catholic Church. Last fall, leaders of Holy Family Parish, which formed in 1998 after the two Catholic churches in Amesbury merged, made the decision to sell Sacred Heart and its accompanying buildings due to financial debt and rising insurance costs. All Saints Parish of West Newbury, which is breaking away from the Episcopal Diocese, will likely take over the church in September.

For the final Mass, all priests who formerly served at Sacred Heart have been invited to attend, as have The Sisters of Ste. Chretienne and Little Sisters of St. Francis, the nuns who lived and taught at Sacred Heart.

During the Mass, several of the prayers will be said in both English and French, reflecting the church’s history. Some songs will be performed in French by the choir and Contemporary Group in recognition of the church’s French heritage.

Bishop Emilio Allue will preside and represent the Archdiocese of Boston. Following the Mass, a procession of parishioners and clergy will walk from Sacred Heart to St. Joseph’s, where Holy Family Parish Masses will now take place, carrying sacred articles from the church.

Jeanine Fowler, 57, a parishioner for 30 years, said her two aunts — sisters of Ste. Chretienne who served at Sacred Heart — are among those attending Saturday.

“It’s a very sad occasion,” Fowler said.

In addition to weekly Mass, Sacred Heart was the site of her daughter’s first sacraments, her grandchild’s baptism, and funerals of friends and family members, Fowler said. “It’s hard to walk away.”

But Fowler said that for comfort, she uses the Bible, which shows disciples of God have long been asked to leave “cherished places” and to follow God. “We just sort of have to trust that this is going to work out,” she said.

It’s comforting to know the church will remain a place of worship, Fowler said, and a church where people can still visit. Also reassuring is knowing that parishioners will still be able to attend Mass at an Amesbury church with the priests they know, she said.

“We’ve got a lot to be grateful for,” Fowler said.

The final Mass at Sacred Heart Church on Friend Street will be held at 4 p.m. A reception will follow the Mass in the lower church hall.

http://www.newburyportnews.com/punews/local_story_227224439.html

Caramel Peach Poutine


Caramel Peach Poutine

Running from mid-July to early September, Ontario peach season is an annually anticipated event. Packed in their signature baskets, the sweet and juicy fruit are a perfect addition to summer desserts. This caramel peach poutine adds a sweet twist to a savoury French-Canadian favourite.

Instead of fries, cheese curds and gravy, make a poutine with Ontario peach slices, Mascarpone cheese and a golden caramel sauce.

6 Ontario peaches, sliced
2 tbsp Cointreau
1 cup Mascarpone cheese
1/4 cup superfine sugar
1/2 tsp cinnamon
Zest of one lemon
1/4 tsp nutmeg
1 cup vanilla caramel squares
1/4 cup 35 per cent whipping cream
2 tsp vanilla
2 tsp butter

In bowl, gently toss peach slices with Cointreau. Let sit for 30 minutes.

In bowl, combine Mascarpone with sugar, cinnamon, lemon zest and nutmeg. Set aside.

In heat-proof bowl over a saucepan of simmering water, melt caramels with whipping cream. Stir until smooth. Stir in vanilla.

In non-stick skillet, heat butter over medium-high heat. Add peaches and saute just until heated through and lightly golden.

Arrange peaches over four dessert plates. Sprinkle with cheese mixture. Drizzle with hot caramel sauce. Serve immediately.

~ Recipe courtesy of www.ontariotenderfruit.com and News Canada

http://www.mirror-guardian.com/news/Recipe/dessert/article/30381

Association Proposes Foreign Exotic Dancers Bill Changes

Association Proposes Foreign Exotic Dancers Bill Changes

The Adult Entertainment Association wants changes to a bill that will allow immigration officers to reject dancers.

By Brian Adeba
Embassy, August 15th, 2007

Ruffled by a proposed bill intended to make it extremely difficult for foreign exotic dancers to work in Canada, and fearing a labour shortage in the adult entertainment industry, the Adult Entertainment Association of Canada has proposed a number of amendments it says will protect women from exploitation without stopping them from working.

The recommendations include barring agents from applying for work permits on behalf of foreign dancers, educating foreign workers in their home countries about the adult entertainment industry in Canada, allowing foreign dancers to be eligible for re-entry visas and allowing them to work only in accredited facilities to prevent abuse.

The recommendations come three months after Citizenship and Immigration Minister Diane Finley tabled bill C-57 in the House of Commons. If the bill becomes law, it will allow immigration officers to reject foreign workers deemed to be at risk of being sexually exploited, humiliated or degraded.

"I would say that we are in agreement that nobody disputes that we should be avoiding exploitation," said Tim Lambrinos, executive director of the AEAC. "Nobody disputes that we should be avoiding human trafficking. However, not at the expense of legitimate club owners."

Last week, Mr. Lambrinos unveiled the recommendations at an event at Ottawa City Hall. About 40 exotic dancers were present, where they raised concerns about being labeled as prostitutes and criminals by the media and government.

Mr. Lambrinos said an invitation was sent to Ms. Finley, but the minister was said to be unable to attend. Mr. Lambrinos told the dancers, several of whom demanded to know where she was, that the minister has refused to meet with the association, but he will keep working to meet with her.

"Maybe [Prime Minister Stephen Harper] can put someone there that we can work with," he said. "All we have been trying to do with Diane Finley is enlighten her."

In an interview, Mr. Lambrinos alleged exotic dancers are being unfairly picked on as bill C-57 doesn't take into consideration other jobs being filled by migrant workers in Canada.

"How many fruit pickers and farm workers are subjected to degrading and humiliating conditions on a daily basis, working in huts with no ventilation and getting blisters in bunk beds? Why is it that a few hundred exotic dancers are being criticized?" he asked.

Tim Vail, press secretary to Ms. Finley, said the proposed bill will help prevent vulnerable people, such as strippers, from being exploited, while protecting other foreign workers from abuse.

Foreign dancers in Canada, who earn a starting wage of $12 per hour, come from former communist countries in Eastern Europe, Latin America and Asia.

Mr. Lambrinos said for years the industry has faced a shortage of exotic dancers from Canada because Canadian women generally harbour a negative attitude towards the profession.

The problem isn't as big in Ontario, however, as women from Quebec fill the shortfall.

"Québecois women, French-Canadian women, are not uptight about the job of exotic dancing, therefore, there's not a shortage," said Mr. Lambrinos. "But the further you get away from the Quebec border, the higher the demand."

Since the Conservatives came to power early last year, the government has issued 17 visas for foreign exotic dancers, compared to several hundred in 2004 when Paul Martin was prime minister, according to Mr. Lambrinos.

Under current laws, employers have to prove that there is a shortage of Canadian dancers before their applications can be approved.

Peter Rekai, a Toronto-based immigration lawyer, said there are no figures on how many foreign dancers are exploited, but added that, generally, only those illegally in the country are abused.

Contrary to popular opinion, bill C-57 does not ban foreign dancers, but gives the immigration minister the discretion to deny entry visas to those working in an industry thought to be exploitative, said Liberal Citizenship and Immigration critic Omar Alghabra.

"That's what I thought was misleading about it," said Mr. Alghabra. "As it stands now, it is an incomplete flawed bill, and I believe whole-heartedly that it was politically motivated and that's why I called it a cheap stunt."

In 2004, Judy Sgro, an immigration minister in the former Liberal government, removed exotic dancers from a priority immigration list after a controversy erupted over a Romanian exotic dancer who volunteered on Ms. Sgro's campaign was given a ministerial permit allowing her to remain in Canada.

An investigation later absolved Ms. Sgro of any wrongdoing, though her staff were said to have known about the permit.

Mr. Rekai alleged that by tabling the bill, the government wanted to score political points by reminding Canadians that it was tough on exotic dancers and remind the public of the Judy Sgro scandal.

"Having done that, I don't think they are really interested in pursuing it," he said.

The bill has been referred to committee, where it will be studied when Parliament re-opens in the fall. Various stakeholders will give their input before the bill is debated and voted on.

http://www.embassymag.ca/html/index.php?display=story&full_path=/2007/
august/15/exoticdancers/

A chef's vision becomes a tiny treasure of a restaurant

A chef's vision becomes a tiny treasure of a restaurant


Bresca's owner and chef Krista Kern picks up a lot of her own groceries, shopping locally for ingredients such as tomatoes. Bresca's owner and chef Krista Kern picks up a lot of her own groceries, shopping locally for ingredients such as tomatoes. (fred field for the boston globe)

By Jonathan Levitt, Globe Correspondent | August 15, 2007

PORTLAND, Maine -- The six-month-old Bresca is really tiny. The whole place -- including the kitchen and privies -- would probably fit nicely inside your first apartment. This time of year, the kitchen is hotter than a closed car in the sun. That doesn't stop chef and owner Krista Kern from rolling out handmade pasta "kerchiefs" with brown butter and pine nuts; finely shaving Brussels sprouts to serve with pecorino cheese and toasted walnuts; and making a light rice pudding to garnish with perfectly ripe peaches.

The place is Kern's vision, something she imagined during decades of working for chefs in this country and France, cranking out plates late into the night, paying her dues. Now she's back home and cooking the food she loves. Eating at Bresca (the name means honeycomb in Catalonian) is more like going to a dinner party than a restaurant.

Kern, 40, is strong and broad shouldered, with blond hair pulled back in a sporty ponytail. In order to be able to fulfill her restaurant dream, she lives in a studio apartment in the eaves of her parents' house in Portland's West End. "It saves me a lot of money and basically I live at the restaurant anyway," she says. "But Mom does feed me on my days off."

She makes ends meet by extending her hours from early morning to very late, working 90-hour weeks, driving home so tired she falls into bed. Five days a week Kern is up early to run for an hour with Clint, her 8-year-old cattle dog mutt. By 9 a.m. she's in the old port to go food shopping.

Because Bresca is so small, Kern can pick up a lot of her own groceries. She buys locally, from farmers, fish markets, and supermarkets. This morning her first stop is Hannaford's. She buys whatever fish looks the best, just enough of it so she can sell out.
Recipe:
Pasta kerchiefs with brown butter, prosciutto, and an egg

Today she gets striped bass. In the produce section she shucks sweet corn, which she'll saute to garnish the fish, then she fills her basket with lemon grass and navel oranges. She packs everything into a couple of bags and sets out for the posh new Whole Foods for red and golden beets, mustard greens, and young pecorino. She grabs a lemonade on her way out, makes a quick stop at the farmers' market for honey and tomatoes, and then heads to a Commercial Street wharf for crabmeat.

The kitchen at Bresca is cramped. Kern's sidekick there is Jay Pelletier, a lanky French-Canadian ace line cook. They prep shoulder to shoulder -- rolling out pasta, peeling peaches, whisking egg whites -- and later during service, they're practically dancing to dodge each other. By the end of the night they're loopy and exhausted, cracking each other up with throaty Lindsay Lohan impressions and singing along to schmaltzy glam rock on the radio.

The dining room has a butcher block table that seats six, three two-tops, a round for four, and a few stools at a granite bar. The decor is flowers and photos from Kern's trips to Paris and Rome.

She grew up in Walnut Creek, Calif., and Weston, Conn., went to the University of Southern Maine, and was headed for a masters' in medieval studies when she decided to turn to cooking. "I was already hooked on the physicality of line cooking from summer kitchen jobs, but it was while working at a really progressive local seasonal place in grad school that I realized that food could be intellectual as well -- so much more than just a job or putting just anything edible on a plate."

She did pastry work at Gotham Bar and Grill in New York, then at Le Cirque. She spent a year as the chef at Babou, a tiny illegal kitchen in an old shoe store with two hot plates and an oven. She was the private chef for a Park Avenue couple whose dining room sat 80. She got married and ran restaurants in Rhode Island and Aspen, got divorced and spent three years in Vegas at Caesars Palace. Restaurant Guy Savoy, which was about to open, hired her as pastry chef.

To prepare her to work for the celebrated French chef, she was sent to Paris. When the Vegas opening was delayed, Kern left, eventually landing in Portland. "It's been a long, convoluted journey," she says.

In that time, Kern has been in charge of 11 restaurant openings, so she knows what sells, and how to cast a net wide enough to bring in all kinds of people. That means there's always a 14-ounce rib-eye steak on the menu. "I'm waiting to make sure that people trust me before I get too far out there," she says. "I figured I'd come in a little bit quietly and shyly and then push things slowly but steadily."

Owning a little place like Bresca is romantic, Kern admits, but crazy hard work and a huge risk. "I'm nurturing the old building, picking wines, cooking food, filling in the soft spots on the roof, draining the basement, sweeping the floor at the end of the night," she says. "There's no prep cook, no dishwasher, no safety net, but in the end I can control everything.

"Nothing beats that."

Bresca, 11 Middle St., Portland, Maine, 207-772-1004

http://www.boston.com/ae/food/articles/2007/08/15/a_
chefs_vision_becomes_a_tiny_treasure_of_a_restaurant/?page=full

The night Old Orchard burned

The night Old Orchard burned: A century later, once-elite resort circles back
A four-hour conflagration on Aug. 15, 1907, forced the town to reinvent itself.

By ALLISON ROSS Staff Writer August 14, 2007


1Courtesy Old Orchard Beach Historical Society
Flames consume the former Hotel Velvet on Aug. 15, 1907. The fire destroyed 17 hotels, 110 businesses and 45 cottages and rooming homes in Old Orchard Beach.


2Courtesy Old Orchard Beach Historical Society
The Hotel Velvet was called the Hotel Emerson when it burned in 1907.


3Jill Brady/Staff Photographer
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The clock tower and balconies of the new Grand Victorian are meant to evoke the Victorian style of the old Hotel Velvet, which used to occupy the site.


4Courtesy Old Orchard Beach Historical Society
This is a view of Old Orchard Street after the fire. The fire spread from Old Orchard Street to Brisson Street, destroying the buildings on both sides of East Grand Avenue. Firefighters were at a loss to extinguish the flames, and the fire burned itself out in four hours.


5Courtesy Old Orchard Beach Historical Society
The Hotel Emerson and part of the Old Orchard Beach pier lie in ruins after the fire of Aug. 15, 1907. Volunteers pulled up boards on the pier to prevent the fire from spreading.
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SPECIAL DISPLAY TO FIND OUT MORE about the fire of 1907, visit the Old Orchard Beach Historical Society at 4 Portland Ave. A special display of information and photos from the fire will be available until Labor Day.

More on the fire
http://www.gendisasters.com/data1/me/fires/oldorchard-fire1907.htm

A photograph of Hotel Alberta, which burned in the fire
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OLD ORCHARD BEACH — A century ago, this resort town's iconic pier was a quarter of a mile longer than it is today, and it had a casino instead of a bar and dance club at the end.

Women still wore tightly laced corsets as they strolled among the seaside stores that catered to the Kennedys, Fitzgeralds and other wealthy Victorian families that made the beach community their summer playground.

That all changed 100 years ago this week when fire consumed virtually the entire downtown, changing the seaside resort's image overnight -- from Victorian stronghold to blue-collar vacation spot.

The great fire of Aug. 15, 1907, started in the Velvetine, a small, four-story building next to the Olympia Hotel. The Velvetine housed the people who worked for the Hotel Emerson, which had been called the Hotel Velvet until a few months before the fire.

Spreading quickly, the conflagration consumed 17 hotels, 110 businesses and 45 cottages and rooming homes in a few hours. The damage spread from what is now Old Orchard Street to Brisson Street, destroying the buildings on both sides of East Grand Avenue.

"Once it got going, there was no way to stop it," town historian Daniel E. Blaney said of the fire, which began a little before 8 p.m. "It was so chaotic, they just had to let it burn. They just let it burn itself out."

Although narratives of how the fire began differ wildly, Blaney said the version that seems the most credible is that of a maid who was working for the Hotel Emerson and was heating her hair-curling iron over the open flame of a kerosene lamp. Either the wind blew the drapes into the flame, or the maid, thinking she had broken the lamp, threw it out the window into some hay, sparking the fire.

Regardless of how it began, all sources agree that the fire moved quickly, advancing easily through the closely clustered wooden buildings.

Realizing the enormity of the situation and understanding that Old Orchard Beach's fire equipment and personnel would be overwhelmed, Police Chief William Mewer called Saco, Biddeford and Portland for help.

Even when the other town departments showed up to help, however, nothing could be done. Having the Atlantic Ocean nearby wasn't an aid in fighting the fire -- firetrucks could not drive on the sand. East Grand Avenue had turned into an impenetrable inferno. Hoses had such weak water pressure that intense heat turned the water to steam before it even hit the buildings.

Some communities had hose couplings that were different from those on Old Orchard Beach's fire hydrants, rendering them useless. Portland firefighters, who had brought their firetrucks up on the train, could not get close enough to unload because the blaze had warped the tracks.

In the end, Blaney said, the fire burned itself out around midnight. The beach was littered with belongings that had been saved from the fire, and was crowded with about 5,000 people whose hotel rooms had gone up in smoke.

Only three people died during the incident, none from the fire itself. One onlooker was decapitated when a soda tank exploded, and another man was killed by a falling telephone pole hit by the tank. A third spectator, hearing of the fire from his home in Kennebunk, drove up to see the excitement and was hit by a train, Blaney said.

The 1,700-foot, steel-framed pier survived the worst of the fire, as volunteers pried off the wooden boards to prevent the fire from spreading. Jim Molloy, curator for the Old Orchard Beach Historical Society, said the volunteers, stranded after removing the boards, spent the night sitting at the end of the pier.

Although the town began the long process of rebuilding the next year, Blaney said it was never the same. The fire had brought tourism to a standstill in a town that depended on seasonal visitors. So the community marketed itself differently, advertising auto racing in 1911 and catering more and more to blue-collar vacationers and middle-class families.

"The Victorian aspect of Old Orchard ended in four hours on August 15, 1907," Blaney said.

He said the loss of the big Victorian hotels and the grand ballrooms drove away richer families such as the Kennedys of Massachusetts, who used to vacation regularly at Old Orchard Beach.

"This used to be the place where the elite would meet," Blaney said. "After the fire, all that changed. It changed the dynamics of this place."

Now, 100 years later, perhaps a little bit of the Old Orchard Beach of the late 1800s and early 1900s is making a comeback.

This spring, as part of a wave of new development, the Grand Victorian condominium-and-retail complex opened on the same spot where the Hotel Velvet had been before it burned. Some of the Grand Victorian's features, such as a clock tower and balconies, were designed to resemble those of the hotel.

Rental manager Erin Stone said the goal is to try to replicate the classy, upscale idea of the Hotel Velvet.

"I'd like to see more vacationers have generation after generation and to have the Grand Victorian be on the same aesthetic level as Hotel Velvet," Stone said. "This is a new era people coming to vacation will come expecting more."

Although not everyone in town is thrilled about the large, modern development in the center of Old Orchard, some like the fact that the new building reflects aspects of the building that crumbled in the fire. Kurt Soucy, one of the condominium owners, said his grandparents had been coming to Old Orchard since before the fire, and this is a chance at continuity for him.

The new complex is part of the town's greater efforts to rebrand itself into a more upscale, family-friendly, year-round scene. It's a push that's caused some tension in town. Whether a return to the pre-fire atmosphere will happen or be welcome is yet to be seen.

"Old Orchard Beach has certainly had its rough times, but we've always recovered," Blaney said. "Right now is the best it's been in my life. This town has come a long way since the fire. We're coming out of the ashes today."

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Old Orchard, Maine Fire
August 16, 1907

OLD ORCHARD SWEPT BY FIRE

Three Score Hotels and Cottages Are in Ruins.

RUMORED 3 LIVES LOST.

Half of the Well-Known Summer Resort on the Maine Coast is in Ashes
Strong Wind Fans the Flames- Loss $750,000.

Old Orchard, Me., Aug. 16-One-half of Old Orchard’s summer hotel section along the shore front was swept by fire last night, the loss probably amounting to fully half a million dollars.

It is reported that three men were killed by dynamite used in blowing up buildings to stop the progress of the flames.

The Boston and Maine railroad station was blown up by dynamite to arrest the fire in that direction.

The Hotel Fisk, one of the finest on the beach, valued at $50,000; the Hotel Emerson, valued at $75,000, with its furnishings; the Hotel Seashore, the Hotel Alberta, the Aldine, the Lawrence House and half a dozen smaller hotels, together with about 50 cotages [sic], were destroyed within two hours. All the buildings are of wooden construction and before the flames, fanned by a southwest breeze, were an easy prey.

The Old Orchard Fire Department was utterly unable to handle the blaze, and the firemen from Portland, Biddeford and Saco, who responded to calls for assistance, were hampered for sometime after their arrival by difficulty with the hose couplings.

At 10:55 o’clock, in spite of all efforts, the fire was still spreading to eastward and seemed likely to be stopped only when it had exhausted the material on which it could feed in that direction.

The fire was discovered about 8 o’clock in the upper part of the Olympia Hotel annex, which was occupied mainly by servants employed in the Hotel Emerson.

Loss $750,000.
By United Press.

Old Orchard, Me., Aug 16-Twenty relief trains arrived today to come to the aid between three and four thousand refugees who were driven from their homes last night by fire, forcing them to camp on the beach. The loss reaches $750,000. People are scouring the ruins for valuables today.

Evening Times, Cumberland, MD 16 Aug 1907



Old Orchard, Me., Aug. 15.-Nearly one-half of Old Orchard’s summer hotel section along the shore front was swept by fire tonight, the loss probably amounting to full half a million dollars.

The Hotel Fiske, one of the finest on the beach, values at $50,000, the Hotel Emerson, valued at $75,000 with its furnishings, the Hotel Alberta, the Aldine, the Lawrence house and half a dozen smaller hotels, together with about 50 cottages were destroyed within two hours.

All the buildings are of wooden constructions and the flames, fanned by a southwest breeze found them an easy prey.

The Old Orchard fire department, which consisted only of one small steam fire engine and a hose wagon, was utterly unable to cope with the blaze when it was discovered and the firemen from neighboring cities, Portland, Biddeford and Saco, who responded to calls for assistance were hampered for some time after their arrival on the scene by difficulty with the couplings.

At 10:30 o’clock, in spite of all efforts the fire was still spreading to the eastward and seemed likely to be stopped only when it had exhausted the material on which it could feed in that direction.

The fire was discovered about 8 o’clock in the upper part of the Olympia hotel annex, which was occupied mainly by servants employed in the Hotel Emerson. It was supposed that an upset lamp was the origin of the blaze. When the Old Orchard firemen were called out they found the entire upper stories of the annex n flames and were unable to prevent the spread of the fire to the main portion of the hotel.

Adjoining buildings containing stores located along the board walk beside the Boston & Maine Railroad tracks soon caught fire and from there the flames jumped the tracks and communicated with the Alberta hotel and several other buildings near the shore.

An Area of about 50 acres along the beach was soon blazing. In this area were located some of the most popular hotels, all of which were filled to overflowing with summer guests.

Many valuable summer cottages were also located in this district and these too, were swept by the fire.

Most of the guests managed to save a considerable quantity of their personal effects from the blazing structures, but nearly all the furnishings of the hotels were destroyed.

There was rumor that three children had met death in the Hotel Olympia, but this could not be confirmed and so far as is known at this hour no fatalities have resulted from the fire, though many narrow escaped were reported.

It is believed that the greater part of the loss is covered by insurance.

Seaside Park, an amusement resort, located near the Olympia hotel, was partly destroyed by fire.

Telegraph and telephone circuits were interrupted and the train service of the Boston & Maine, Western division, was greatly delayed, the fire running along both sides of the track for a considerable distance.

The flames, mounting high, presented a beautiful spectacle to residents of other seaside resorts for scores of miles in both directions.

From the Hotel Emerson the fire leaped across the Main avenue leading from the railroad station to the shore, and attacked the Hotel Seashore. This big structure, one of the oldest and best known of the guest houses on the shore was soon enveloped in flames and was totally destroyed.

A considerable gap of vacant land between this and other buildings to the west, however, served to cut off further spread of the conflagration in that direction.

The Boston & Maine Railroad station, which was situated across the railroad tracks from the Hotel Seashore, was blown up by dynamite after the baggage and most of its furnishings had been removed. This action probably saved the Old Orchard house and other buildings on the edge of the campground plateau overlooking the beach.

A sawmill and lumber yard belonging to Chief of Police William F. Mewer, and some coal sheds belonging to the firm of Porter & Victor were burned during the early part of the blaze.

The bowling alleys and restaurant owned by Thomas Cleave, Hogan’s drug store, MacDonald’s drug store and several other stores located along the board walk near the railroad station were also destroyed.

The central office of the New England Telegraph and Telephone Co., and the Postal and Western Union offices were burned. Communication with outside points were cut off for a time, but late tonight the Postal established a temporary office in a cottage at a distance from the fire.

Fire Under Control.

Old Orchard, Me., Aug. 15. – At 11:45 the fire was believed to be under control.

Daily Kennebec Journal, Augusta, ME 16 Aug 1907

Old Orchard, Aug. 16.-Every train out of Old Orchard today carried away hundreds of summer guests rendered shelterless [sic] by last night’s fire, and tonight a greater number had departed for their homes, carrying with them such of their effects as they were able to save.

The piles of baggage which encumbered the station and the sidewalks leading to it were greatly diminished by the means of hard work on an extra force of railroad officers sent here, but along the beach above high water mark and on the lawn of the Old Orchard House and other unburned hotels, there were still many trunks, bags and boxes awaiting their removal.

While the sufferers by the fire made all haste in leaving town, the influx of visitors from nearby places was larger than on any previous day of the summer, thousands of people coming to the beach to view the ruins. Trolley cars and trains alike were filled all day with the incoming throngs.

No efforts made toward the clearing away the debris today, but it is expected by tomorrow the tall chimneys which still stand here and there in the midst of the ash piles which represent all that is left of the structure which enclosed them, will be toppled over.

No plans for re-building the big hotels have been announced as yet, most of the proprietors being still too much dazed by the suddenness of their loss to take any definite action in this respect. Estimates of the loss varied today from half a million to $800,000. The insurance does not exceed $200,000.

The number of deaths from the soda tank explosion during the fire was increased to two tonight when PHILLIP PERRAULT of Foss street, Biddeford, died at the Webber hospital in that city from the injuries he received. PERRAULT was 40 years old. A widow and seven children survive.

The condition of Rev. Rufus H. Jones, pastor of Trinity Episcopal church, Saco, whose skull was fractured by a flying fragment of the exploded tank, remained extremely critical tonight. Rev. Mr. Jones is at the Trull hospital in Biddeford. Late, this afternoon an operation was performer [sic] upon his skull and after it the physicians said the patient seemed to show a slight improvement.

The other inured ones were reported as fairly comfortable at the two Biddeford hospitals tonight.

Early this evening Coroner Bradford of Saco, who had charge of the body of the unknown man, whose head was blown off by the explosion, announced that it had been fully identified as that of Dominick LeBreque, a clerk in a Portland store. He are 32 years of age and unmarried. The coroner deemed an inquest uncalled for and gave a permit for the removal of the body.

The full list of the dead and injured is as follows:

PHILLIP PARTRIDGE, 24 years ole, Pittsburg, Pa., struck and killed by a Boston & Maine train at Kennebunk while on his way to the fire.

DOMINICK LEBREQUE, Portland, aged 32, instantly killed by explosion of a soda tank.

PHILLIP PERRAULT, Biddeford, 40 years old, dead at hospital from injuries sustained through the tank explosion.

The injured:

Rev. Rufus H. Jones, pastor of Trinity Episcopal church, Saco; at Trull hospital, suffering from compound fracture of the skull due to tank explosion.

Melvin T. Morrill, Salem, Mass., Boston & Maine engineer, visiting friends, left leg fractured and collar bone broken by soda tank explosion.

An unidentified man, probably fatally hurt by tank explosion; unconscious since the accident; nothing in his clothing to show identity.

Samuel Emerson, of Old Orchard, 65 years old, father of Wm. T. Emerson, manager of the Hotel Emerson, found unconscious in the street from tank explosion.

Miss Alice Minard, Pittsburg, Pa., severely bruised by being thrown from carriage at Kennebunk while on way to Old Orchard with PHILLIP PARTRIDGE, who was killed.

Seventeen summer hotels, 60 cottages and a score ob buildings occupied by stores were destroyed. The explosion which caused so many injuries occurred in Horgan’s drug store on Old Orchard avenue.

The fire is supposed to have started from the overturned lamp, in the annex of the Hotel Olympia.

The total insurance, it is said, will not exceed $150,000.

In the clothing of the unknown man killed by the explosion of the soda tank, Coroner F. C. Bradbury Friday found the address of Miss Eva Singleton, North Abington, Mass,., 34 Harrison avenue” and another memorandum on a slip of paper bearing the name of “Dr. Northrop, Gardner, Mass.

The principal losses by the fire are as follows:

Joseph Bernies, Bernies House, $30,5000.
Thomas L. Cleaves, Cleaves House, $25,000.
Charles H. Fiske, Hotel Fiske, $75,000.
Charles W. Graham, Gorham House and livery stable, $10,000.
A. L. Jaques, New Palmer House, $10,000.
J. I. Mason, Florida House and variety store, $10,000.
Fred McLaughlin, Bath House, $5,000
Frank G. Staples, Seashore House, $75,000.
J. C. R. Whittemore, billiard hall, $5,000.
Fred Whittier, stable, $5,000.
Nathan Woolf, Boston, souvenir goods store, $5,000.
W. O. Alden, Portland, Hotel Alberta, $35,000.
Mrs. H. R. Barion, Lawrence, Mass., two cottages, $5,000.
E. L. Smith, Granite City, cottages, $5,000.
A. D. Morse, Barre, Vt., cottage, $5,000.
H. N. Dyke, Saco, Me., New Marlboro hotel, $8,000.
Emma Jordan, Portland, Hotel Olympia, $8,000.
Mauriceville Hotel Co., The Vespers, $7,000.
Dennis Coholly, Providence, $7,500.
Leighton and Dalton, Portland, Hotel Emerson, $100,000.

Among the cottages burned were those of F. C. Perkins, Farmington Me., L. J. Wiseman, Lewiston; Daniel McIntyre, Lewiston; and G. H. Horn, Lowell, Mass.

As a result of the fire the season at Old Orchard is brought to an abrupt close as only one large hotel, the Old Orchard, remains The early morning trains, including several extras were packed with persons leaving the shore and it was expected that nearly all of the 4000 or 5000 guests left without accommodations as a result of the fire would depart during the day.

Among those who escaped harm by the fire were Harry White and wife of Boston, who were staying at the Seashore House. Mr. White was sitting on the piazza of the hotel when he saw the fire break out from the Hotel Emerson annex. Mr. White said that in his opinion there was less excitement among the guests than might have been expected. The fire seemed dangerous from the start and many in the nearby hotels at once began packing up. As the conflagration spread the baggage was removed. Not a few, however, suffered loss by having their goods carried to the beaches low tide. As the tide rose considerable property was either ruined or swept away. A large number of persons took refuge on the iron pier and when the flames were sweeping through the [illegible] House, they ripped up the planking and saved the famous structure from serious damage.

Mr. White remarked upon the activity of Mayor Fitzgerald of Boston in directing firemen and the movements of the summer visitors and also in securing [illegible] police [illegible] other cities.

Fred I. Luce one of the assessors of Old Orchard, looked over the burned district Friday morning and estimated that the total loss would reach $800,000, about one-third of which is covered by insurance.

The hundreds of people who were driven fro mthe [sic] hotels were compelled to spend the night on the beach and with but very little protections from the stiff breeze from the sea, many suffered from the cold. Brushwood fires were kept going all night.

Comparatively few losses of money or jewelry were reported, and the hotel clerks had sufficient time to empty the safes before driven from their buildings by the flames.

It is believed that a greater part of the burned district will be built before the next season.

During the forenoon word was received from Pittsburg that young PARTRIDGE, was the son of Rev. Warren J. Partridge, pastor of the Fourth avenue Baptist church of that city. The body will be sent home. It developed that the young woman, Miss Minard, who was at first thought to be a resident of Pittsburg, lived in Poughkeepsie, N. Y.

Some of the hotel proprietors when they came to a realizations of the extent of their losses Friday morning were very much depressed and J. H. Staples of the Seashore House, was so badly affected that he collapsed and had to be taken away.

As the buildings were of wooden construction and were therefore an easy prey of the flames, which spread with remarkable swiftness, reducing to ashes a section of 50 acres within three hours. The burned area extends from Old Orchard avenue eastward between Milliken street and the beach for nearly half a mil and in it were included some of the finest guest houses and residences of this popular resort.

The fire started in the annex of the Olympia House on Milliken street and had gained such headway when discovered that the Old Orchard department company consisted of a small steamer and a hose wagon manned by a volunteer force, was unable to stay its progress. Fanned with a brisk southwest wind, the fire communicated to a block of wooden buildings occupied as stores along the board walk bordering the Boston & Maine railroad tracks and thence jumping across the tracks, devastated a large district crowded with hotels, boarding houses and cottages.

Aid summoned from Portland, Biddeford and Saco arrived within an hour after the start of the fire, but the firemen from these citied were hampered for a time in rendering efficient service by difficulties with couplings which were not adapted to the Old Orchard hydrants. It was not until some buildings had been blown up by dynamite, creating a gap in the path of the flames, that the conflagration was blocked. Shortly before midnight, however, the blaze was declared under control.

The Boston & Maine railroad station situated just at the west limit of the burned area, was damaged to some extent, but was not completely burned.

The explosion of a soda tank in Horgan’s drug store on Old Orchard avenue, opposite the railroad station, caused the instant death of one man and serious injuries to two others. The dead man has not been identified. The injured are:

Melvin T. Merrill, 25 Green street, Salem, Mass., a Boston & Maine Railroad engineer.

Rufus H. Jones, pastor of Trinity church, Saco.

Both men were badly hurt. Rev. Mr. Jones was removed to the Trull hospital in Biddeford for treatment.

When the explosion occurred, a crowd of people stood on the opposite of Old Orchard avenue from the drug store watching the fire. Mr. Merrill and others were standing on a veranda in front of Porter’s block. The force of the explosion sent the tank across the wide street and into the crowd, decapitating one man, while two others were thrown violently against the building. Mayor John E. Fitzgerald of Boston, who was passing along Old Orchard avenue at the time, had a narrow escape from injury. He was slightly scratched by flying fragments of a post which the tank struck in its coarse, but was otherwise unhurt.

The upsetting of a lamp in the upper story of the annex of Hotel Olympia which was occupied mainly by servants employed at Hotel Emerson is supposed to have been the origin of the fire.

After the fire had burned itself out to the eastward limit of the short district and had been stopped by the firemen from further spread to the eastward, the Old Orchard landlords and town authorities were confronted with a new problem, that of caring for the thousands of guests who were driven from the hotels.

Some of these people found accommodations in hotels untouched by the fire, but the majority with the few possessions they had contrived to gather in their hurried exit from their quarters were forced to stand shivering on the beach, or wander aimlessly about the streets. Since the first of August, Old Orchard had rejoiced in the greatest influx of summer guests in its history, and early this week the hotel accommodations were reported to be taxed to their utmost, guests from distant cities having been forced to go to Portland and seek the hospitality that Old Orchard was unable to afford. To take care of the hundreds who sought shelter Thursday night after the fire was a practical impossibility for the hostelries which escaped destruction.

Efforts were made to have Boston & Maine Railroad cars sent out from Portland in order that some of the un-housed might take shelter in them, but the plan had not been carried out at a late hour, and it seemed probable that the greater part of the burned out guests would be compelled to pass the night in the open. There was a cold wind blowing from off shore so that the conditions were far from comfortable.

The fire made it necessary to suspend the running of trains on the Western division of the Boston & Maine at this end of the line. Through trains for Boston were shifted at Scarboro coming to the Eastern division and continued on that division as far as North Berwick.

Saco, Me., Apr. 16 – The man killed by explosion at the Old Orchard fire and whose body is in charge of Coroner Bradbury of this city has been identified as DOMINICK LEBREQUE, a clerk in the Boston store in Portland. He was 32 years old and came from Canada. No inquest was deemed necessary. Rev. Rufus H. Jones, who was injured in the explosion, lies at the point of death at the Trull hospital here.

Daily Kennebec Journal, Augusta, ME 17 Aug 1907



Old Orchard, Me., Aug. 18.-In more than one locality of what remains habitable of this town today it was suggested that it might not be at all amiss if the State authorities be called up to conduct an official investigation of the cause which led to the destruction of famed Old Orchard and her hostelries.

There are people who believe that a firebug with a grudge against the town started the blaze, and this, coupled with the mysterious disappearance of two Wakefield girls, who have not been seen since the fire, causing many to form the opinion that they perished in the great conflagration of Thursday night, formed new features of developments here.

No trace whatsoever has been found of the two young Wakefield women, Miss Ellen Ferris and Miss Susie Johnson, who were working at the Seashore Hotel and who have not been seen since the fire, according to the police and others who were acquainted with them.

Word also came here that they had not returned to their homes in Wakefield, where they lived in the Greenwood district.

It is hardly thought possible that they perished in the flames, but something may be done here in an effort to definitely locate them. The Seashore Hotel, where they were employed, was the last to catch on fire, and everyone within had ample time to escape, according to the management.

However, there are some persons who think that the girls might have tried to save their effects and perished. The fire was so hot and the material of the hotel of such inflammable construction that hardly any timbers of it remain, as is the case with the other buildings destroyed. Further search for the girls will be made, as some of their relatives were here, but learned nothing regarding them.

Daily Kennebec Journal, Augusta, ME 19 Aug 1907

Articles transcribed by Jenni Lanham. Thank you, Jenni!

http://www.gendisasters.com/data1/me/fires/oldorchard-fire1907.htm

La 4e édition de Chants de Vielles

Bonjour à chacun,

La 4e édition de Chants de Vielles se tiendra les 7-8-9 septembre 2007 à Calixa-Lavallée.

Hors du temps, en plein champ, dans le nord de la Vallée du Richelieu.

Miraculeusement concocté par une toute petite équipe au grand coeur, Chants de Vielles vise à créer des moments de plaisir et des rencontres uniques entre chanteurs, musiciens, danseurs et curieux.

De nombreux moments y sont par ailleurs réservés au chant.

C'est dans ce cadre que se tiendra, le vendredi 7 septembre, la Première Nuit du Chant où tous et toutes seront bienvenus (es) à chanter dans la grange. Afin que les troupes puissent avoir l'occasion de se retrouver et de préparer les luettes et fredons pour cette assemblée toute particulière, un repas sera servi au resto du site dès 17h30.

Pour plus d'infos, nous vous invitons à consulter notre site web où se trouvent la programmation complète, les indications routières et plusieurs suggestions concernant l'hébergement sur le site ou dans les environs.

Il nous fera vraiment plaisir de vous y accueillir!

D'ici là, bonne fin d'été !

L'équipe

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Chants de Vielles
4e édition. 7-8-9 septembre 2007
Rencontre de chanteurs, musiciens, danseurs et curieux
Site de l'exposition agricole. Calixa-Lavallée
www.chantsdevielles.com
info@chantsdevielles.com
450-583-5631


Hello Everyone!

The forth installment of Chants de Vielles will take place September 7, 8, 9, 2007 in Calixa-Lavallée, Québec.

It's a timeless festival, surrounded by nature, in the northern Richelieu Valley.

Prepared by a very small team with very big hearts, Chants de Vielles looks to create good times and unique encounters between singers, musicians, and anyone curious about traditional music and song!

There will be plenty of opportunities to sing this year, including, on Friday, September 7, at 8:00 PM, the very first Night of Song, where everyone is invited to come and sing!

Supper will be served that night beginning at 5:30 PM

For further details, visit our website www.chantsdevielles.com where you'll find a full schedule of events, directions, and camping information, either onsite or in the area.

We're really looking forward to seeing you!

Until then, enjoy the rest of your summer!

The Team


Chants de Vielles
4e édition. 7-8-9 septembre 2007
Rencontre de chanteurs, musiciens, danseurs et curieux
Site de l'exposition agricole. Calixa-Lavallée
www.chantsdevielles.com
info@chantsdevielles.com
450-583-5631

ANDROSCOGGIN MILL PAPERS DONATED TO Lewiston Public Library

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
Contact:
Douglas I. Hodgkin
24 August 2007
782-3072 or dhodgkin at bates.edu


ANDROSCOGGIN MILL PAPERS DONATED TO Lewiston Public Library

A collection of approximately 4,600 letters concerning the
early operations of the Androscoggin Mill will join similar collections
of letters concerning the Bates and Hill Mills at Lewiston Public
Library.

The Androscoggin Historical Society has decided that the
convenience of researchers would be served by bringing the collections
together. Therefore the Board voted recently to donate the documents to
the archives at LPL.

The letters addressed to the manager of the mill cover the
period 1860 to 1867. They provide information on the purchase of
equipment for the new mill, transactions concerning cotton and other
materials and supplies, and some labor matters.

Many of the letters were written by Benjamin Bates or his secretary.
Others were from men doing business with the mill. Some correspondents
sought employment, such as the women who applied to be managers of the
boarding blocks that were being constructed on Canal Street.

Doug Hodgkin, a member of the Historical Society Board, has read a large
portion of the letters in connection with his research on local history.
"They provide a fascinating glimpse into the day-to-day issues that the
mill managers faced as they dealt with their Boston superiors, their
suppliers, their customers, and their workers," he noted.

Some letters reflect concerns raised by the Civil War. The supply,
price, and transportation of cotton confronted Amos D. Lockwood, the
local manager of the Androscoggin Mill during that time.

Rick Speer, Director of the library, commented, "The Lewiston Public
Library is pleased to accept this important collection of letters and to
house them in our archives. Over the years, they should prove to be a
valuable resource for researchers looking at Lewiston's history during
the Industrial Revolution."

The Androscoggin Historical Society operates a museum and library in the
County Building on the corner of Court and Turner Streets in Auburn.
Visitors are welcome to view its holdings and to conduct research on
Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, 9-12 and 1-5.

Michael C. Lord, Executive Secretary
Androscoggin Historical Society
County Building, 2 Turner St., Unit 8 =20
Auburn, ME 04210-5978

CORTEO




CORTEO Theater - Review
Written by TRAVIS MICHAEL HOLDER
Thursday, 30 August 2007
Cirque du Soleil at the Forum

TICKETHOLDERS


I’ve covered the five permanent Cirque du Soleil productions in Las Vegas about as often as they’d have me there over the past dozen years or so, a singular and memorable privilege which has afforded me some great times in that crazy city, including several deliciously lavish and debauched opening night parties lasting til noon the following day and, even more importantly, the inclusion in my life of a wonderful bunch of Cirque-employed friends.

My review of the troupe’s sixth permanent attraction, La Nouba at Walt Disney World in Orlando, Florida, which I saw there earlier this month while visiting my now fully Blue Man-transformed friend Peter Musante, will show up here in print as soon as I stop trying to learn marathon lines for two plays at once and take a moment to write about it.

But oddly, I found it thrilling anew to be among the revelers invited to the opening night of Corteo, the first Cirque du Soleil touring production to hit El Lay in quite some time—with the exception of their first concert-format production Delirium, which played for only a few performances here at Staples Center last year.

Unfolding under the Cirque’s original blue and yellow Grand Chapiteau big top tent, this time ‘round plopped down in the parking lot of that concrete albatross the Forum in Inglewood, these genius contemporary French-Canadian Barnums simply enchanted me anew, as though I were a virgin Cirque du Soleil appreciator once again rather than an grizzled old Cirquewhore who can’t get enough of these guys no matter how many times I see them at work.

There’s something exceptionally alluring that instantly infuses a Cirque touring show, something even more otherworldly and magical in the presentation of it when one considers it’s just in town visiting and won’t play on in this one place for years to come.

No matter how much grander and technically superior the troupe’s permanent venues may be, this ethereal feeling afforded Corteo and its traveling predecessors gives these productions a heightened dreamlike quality all their own, not unlike viewing one of Christo’s massive environmental installations, such as “The Gates” in New York’s Central Park in early 2005, when 20-something years of planning culminated in an event which brought me to tears every day walking through it while staying at my usually subleased pied-de-terre there during its brief but glorious month-long winter stay.

One of the most fascinating things about Corteo, like KÀ at the MGM Grand in Vegas, is that it goes beyond acrobatics and unearthly physical feats performed by the most physically stunning and scantily-clad artistes in the world to tell something of a story, here dealing with the death of a bedridden clown (Jeff Raz), who envisions a grandly celebratory New Orleans-style funeral for himself. In his perhaps morphine-infused elation, he conjures a joyous carnivale atmosphere (Corteo means “cortege” in Italian), beginning with a gorgeous gaggle of bi-gendered angels floating above his bed who eventually spin themselves high overhead while hanging from oversized crystal chandeliers.

His deathbed fantasies continue with the aid of his lifetime circus friends, including a giant opera singing clown (Victorino Lujan), a balletic human marionette suspended from huge industrial strings (Rebecca Jose), jugglers, folks manning two-person horse’s costumes, impossibly buff tumblers turning two onstage beds into trampolines, and a sultry Adagio dance performed by a pair of extremely sensuous Little People (the show-stealing Valentyna and Grigor Pahlevanyan).



The Dead Clown’s visions offer him a plethora of imaginative places to explore before he finally shuffles off his mortal coil while traveling high above the stage peddling a bicycle on his way to wherever he has to eventually go, journeying along the way through highwire feats, a slapstick commedia dell’arte Punch ‘n Judy show dubbed Teatro Intimo, and a revolving sit-down concert performed with crystal glasses and luminescent Tibetan bowls of varying sizes.

This is all accompanied by a lyrical and often hauntingly beautiful original musical score by Philippe LeDuc and Maria Bonzanigo that has many roots but most particularly Flamenco, several numbers featuring Michel Vaillancourt on classical guitar accompanying plaintive, soul-stirring vocals by Paul Bisson.

Although following the dazzling crossing of Raz’ dying clown into the next world is a clever, whimsical, and sometimes even heartrending conceit, the actor’s continuous ongoing colloquial narrative describing his take on the evening’s events, spoken clearly over an attached body microphone in extremely casual conversational English (how un-Cirque!), is more of a distraction than an asset to Corteo. Somewhat akin to people who offer a running dialogue of ohbaby-s during sex, I found this device a bit, well, deflating—or should I say inducing of an onstage case of theatrical coitus interruptus.



Raz is obviously a fine performer, clearly a veteran clown and, though his croaking character must intentionally be a tad long-in-tooth, obviously once an athlete besides. Raz just appears not to be well trained or perhaps even aware that his live voiceover comes out rather blandly and projects little interest in the wonder of what his character sees or the transforming revelations he’s subsequently learning about his own mortality.

In comparison, from the ranks of Corteo’s 61 ultra-gifted performers (joyfully, for us all, recruited from 16 countries to interlace their individual skills into one miraculous whole) and playing a recurring character called the Auguste Clown, a sweet-faced and extremely charismatic young performer named Bruno Gagnon, to me, embodies the truly infectious spirit and excitement that so continuously energizes Cirque du Soleil.

With a goofily endearing sideward smile, a toss of his massive head of soft curls, and the body language of Chaplin’s Little Clown, Gagnon engages and rivets the attention of the audience whenever he is onstage, with everyone he has then so completely enchanted rooting for him in spades when he performs some incredible acrobatic tumbles and bounces throughout the presentation. Although there are plenty of angel costumes floating around this stage and even among the staff as the audience files into the Grand Chapiteau, this kid doesn’t need one to make himself angelic, utilizing his own natural abilities and devices to make that happen without benefit of detachable marabou wings.

There are many other standouts in Corteo’s cast, of course, especially Uzeyer Novrusov, adept at playing a comedic blind man teetering throughout the action and eventually doing a mind-blowing solo act climbing a ladder balanced on nothing at all but his own skill. That diminutive valentine Valentyna Pahlevanyan is also a major charmer, giving the entire audience a vicarious ride when she glides over our heads suspended from enormous helium balloons, relying only on us captivated patrons to keep her afloat and on the move with a little boost.

As created and directed by the amazing Daniele Finzi Pasca, Corteo, as the Cirque’s press release informs us, is meant to “juxtapose the large with the small, the ridiculous with the tragic, the magic of perfection with the charm of imperfection.” This it accomplishes as never before and the resulting experience is not one to overlook in the overwhelmingly prolific body of work created by Cirque du Soleil since its humble beginnings back in 1984, when a group of 20 incredibly innovative Quebec-based street performers decided to try something new. The inimitable result has benefited us all spectacularly ever since.

Just before the start of the opening night performance, the bored looking guy seated directly behind us who appeared as though he wished the Lakers were still playing this venue instead, was asked by his wife if he knew what the word Corteo meant. “Let’s hope it means short,” was his terse reply. At final curtain, I couldn’t help but look over my shoulder to find him on his feet, cheering harder and louder than anyone around us. Cirque du Soleil has that effect on people.

Corteo plays through Oct 14 at the Forum, 3900 W. Manchester Bl., Inglewood CA; for tickets, call 800.678.5440.


TRAVIS MICHAEL HOLDER has been writing about LA theatre since 1987 and for Entertainment Today since 1990. As an actor, he received the Los Angeles Drama Critics Circle Best Actor Award as Kenneth Halliwell in the west coast premiere of Nasty Little Secrets at Theatre/Theater.

http://www.entertainmenttoday.net/content/view/328/28/

Family of 10 homeless no longer

Family of 10 homeless no longer
Local businessman helps woman buy house, nearly lost to debt after death of her husband

By JOEL ELLIOTT
Staff Writer Kennebec Journal & Morning Sentinel


Staff photo by David Leaming
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FAMILY WITH FRIENDS: Karen Champagne on Thursday sits in the middle of her children and friend and businessman Brent Burger who arranged to allow her to purchase her repossessed home in Fairfield Center. In front are kids Jerico, Jasper, Justice and Journey. In back is Josie, Tatonka, Jessie, Burger, and Makita. Missing is son Dakota.

FAIRFIELD -- Nine children and their mother won't go homeless after all, thanks to the efforts of the community and local business owner Brent Burger.

Today, Burger plans to take a drive down to Portland and return with two objects: the deed and house key to the home he intends to return to the Champagne family.

But he said he still needs help.

Karen Champagne and her children, ages 4 to 15, were facing eviction earlier this summer, unable to pay the mortgage after her mentally ill husband, Richard, accumulated about $145,000 in debt before committing suicide four years ago.

The future looked bleak for a single mother of nine with no credit history and no means of paying off the banks.

Burger said he got involved after reading an article about the family written by reporter Doug Harlow in the Morning Sentinel. Burger began thinking about what he could do to help.

But even now, Burger said he has a difficult time explaining his motivation for setting out on a quest to help the Champagnes that resulted in him paying out tens of thousands of dollars and donating countless hours of labor and planning.

"I don't know that answer," he said. "I saw that article in the Morning Sentinel and I just couldn't believe that nine children were going to be homeless. I thought I should get involved, and I did, and there was no turning back."

The $76,000 sale finalizes today, but that is hardly the end of Burger's project. Now, he is calling on the community to donate labor and materials in order to overhaul the 1,400-square-foot home and make it more livable before returning it to the Champagnes Sept. 30.

Calling his project "Nine Days for Nine Children," Burger, owner of Agway True Value in Winslow and four other stores across central Maine, aims to complete construction on the house that Karen Champagne and her husband had started building 16 years ago. Karen did not have the carpentry skills either to finish the home or to keep it repaired, and 15 years of children tend to wear on a house.

The project, which is planned to begin Sept. 21 and end Sept. 29, aims for an additional $18,000 in donations for materials. Any funds taken in above that amount will go toward lowering the Champagnes' mortgage when they buy it back from Burger. His goal is to cut the monthly mortgage payment down to a maximum of $500.

A list of materials needed for the project can be found on a Web site located at www.NineChildren.com. For more information, e-mail Burger at AHelpingHand@NineChildren.com.

The family is overwhelmed by Burger's efforts to help them, Karen Champagne said.

"Brent is a wonderful man," she said, the voices of her nine children filtering through the phone conversation. "Sometimes I think he is an angel, and with all of this happening, when it's done, he's going to -- poof -- disappear, because it's hard to imagine a normal person doing all he has done."

Champagne said that moving back into their home will make it easier for her children to attend school. With the intention of returning to Fairfield, they had never switched over to schools in Winslow, the location of the temporary housing Burger had found for them. Donations are paying the $1,200-per-month rent there.

The number of homeless across the state is tracking a gradual downward path, according to MaineHousing spokesman Dan Simpson.

"That's a success story," he said. "It's good to hear. A family of that size -- they would have had a hard time finding an apartment, especially one they could afford."

Burger said he has no regrets about his efforts.

"Sometimes you think, 'I should have done this', or 'I should have done that'," he said. "I didn't want this to be one of those situations where I looked back and I thought, 'I wish I had done something for those people.'"

http://morningsentinel.mainetoday.com/news/local/4230951.html

For bartender, it takes a Village

For bartender, it takes a Village -- Roscoe
POURING IT ON | Well-traveled mix master known as 'Sparki' swaps stories with the patrons at Four Moon Tavern

August 31, 2007
Chicago Sun-Times, United States

Even if you're a regular at Four Moon Tavern in Roscoe Village you probably haven't been introduced to Marc Dufour.

Oh, he's the guy in the long, white apron behind the bar watching you flirt with a fat guy. He remembers how you like your PBR -- with a shot of whiskey of course.

But you probably know him as "Sparki." After more than a decade serving cocktails at the corner of Wolcott and Roscoe, "Marc Dufour" is a hazy memory.

"Initially, 'Sparki' was just a work name. In my normal life, people didn't call me Sparki. They called me Marc," Sparki says with great nostalgia. "Yeah, those worlds kind of melded together. Even my girlfriend calls me Sparki now."

Whether Marc Dufour likes it or not his alter ego, Sparki-the-bartender, has become a neighborhood icon.

At 37, Sparki has been around long enough to watch Roscoe Village change from a German working class neighborhood into the fancy-pants enclave it is today. Heck, he remembers when guys still made pencils at those fancy "Pencil Factory" lofts across the street from the Four Moon.

"They manufactured syringes and diapers there, too," Sparki says. "They picked a good name, though. I can't think of anyone who would want to live in a place called the Diaper Factory Lofts."

At the Four Moon -- a neighborhood place frequented by actors, folks who escaped Lincoln Park and new Chicagoans from Iowa -- Sparki is the joint's chief moderator and advice giver. A hip, mellow, modern version of Mr. Dooley -- the omniscient saloon keeper created by Chicago newspaperman Peter Finley Dunne.

Whether you want to know how to find a wife or a decent auto mechanic, Sparki's your guy. While mixing martinis, he'll debate the finer points of world politics, Kung Fu, cigarette smoking and North Side culture. When you drink too much gin, he just might fix you up good with his special concoction, which regulars say can prevent a morning hangover, or even a head cold (check out the recipe at blogs.suntimes.com/neighborhoods).

If you visit on a slow night, buy Sparki his favorite drink, a shot of rye, and coax him to bend your ear for a while. He might tell you his story -- a meandering journey of a French Canadian, who lived in Paris, went to Catholic school in suburban Mundelein, bounced around Chicago neighborhoods, moved to Manhattan, took up martial arts and found an unlikely home and purpose behind the bar in Roscoe Village.

But there's a better chance he'll just listen. That's what he's known for.

http://www.suntimes.com/news/neighborhoods/536336,CST-NWS-Sparki31.article

Before his 'Road' life, Kerouac slept here

Before his 'Road' life, Kerouac slept here

The Beat Generation novelist's unassuming hometown capitalizes on his fame. How would he feel about that?

By Hillel Italie, Associated Press
Los Angeles Times, CA
August 31, 2007

LOWELL, Mass. -- Manya Callahan, manager of the Barnes & Noble Downtown store, sees them all the time, young and old, looking for books by Lowell's most famous citizen.

"They're usually wearing backpacks and they kind of have a sense of adventure about them," she says. "They walk inside, looking kind of nervous, then go up to me and ask if I have anything by Jack Kerouac."

Nearly 40 years after his death, and half a century after the release of his most famous novel, "On the Road," Kerouac remains an author who inspires motion. Students still re-enact his rambling, improvised trips across the country. Baby boomers retrace youthful journeys. Tourists seek out Kerouac landmarks, like this mill town the author left as a teenager but to which he always returned.

Some celebrities are ignored or shunned by their hometowns, but Kerouac's name is easily found in Lowell, with its brick buildings, winding canals and cobblestone streets. You can start at the Visitors Center, where Kerouac walking tours and maps are available, noting such attractions as his birthplace and a favorite bar.

Kerouac has his own park, shaded by weeping willow trees and centered by a circle of granite columns inscribed with excerpts from "On the Road" and other works. A few miles south, at the Edson Cemetery, his marker is adorned with stray tributes.

Helen Bassett, 16 and a resident of Eastbourne, England, was a recent visitor to Lowell. She read "On the Road" last year and was immediately drawn to Kerouac's musical, conversational prose, so much more accessible, she says, than the classics she's assigned at school.

When Bassett and her father decided to travel to Boston this summer, they arranged a side trip to Lowell, where Helen enjoyed a Kerouac exhibit at the Boott Cotton Mills Museum, went to the Kerouac park and bought four Kerouac books and a poster at Barnes & Noble.

"I really related to 'On the Road,' " says Helen, who is urging her friends to read it. "I've always wanted to move abroad; I never thought I would stay in the same place."

Kerouac's novel takes readers all over the country, from New York City and New Orleans to Chicago and Denver and San Francisco, all stops on the wild and fictionalized adventures of Kerouac and buddy Neal Cassady, renamed and beloved as Sal Paradise and Dean Moriarty.

Kerouac, not known as a friend of the businessman, has become especially good for Lowell's economy. With the decline of the mills, tourism and the arts have become important attractions. Lowell City Manager Bernard Lynch says that when he's trying to attract jobs into town, Kerouac is a good name to drop.

"I won't say that he's our only selling point, but when we meet with a business or meet with developers looking to build housing, one of our big selling points is the culture of the city, and Kerouac is part of that," Lynch says.

Lynch acknowledges that Kerouac is not universally admired. Most in Lowell were too young, or lived elsewhere, and were spared firsthand memories of his drunken decline. When they think of Kerouac, they think of his books.

Others knew the man. Brendan Fleming is 81, born just a few years after Kerouac. He is a former mayor of Lowell and was a longtime city councilman. Asked to discuss Kerouac's behavior in the 1960s, he laughs and notes that he still remembers his "exploits, shall we say." When the council voted 7 to 1 for the Kerouac park, Fleming was the dissenter.

"I didn't think, and I still don't think, that this particular person would be the best example for our children," Fleming says. "And there were other people who we could have voted for, like [Air Force commander] Hoyt Vandenberg -- he came from Lowell -- or Bette Davis. Kerouac is not someone about whom I want to say, 'This is the type of person who comes from Lowell.' "

The literary establishment, with some dissenters, welcomes him. "On the Road" is widely taught and has officially been placed in the canon by the Library of America, which just released a bound edition of "On the Road," "The Subterraneans" and other "road" novels.

According to Viking vice president and associate publisher Paul Slovak, "On the Road" has been published in 32 languages and continues to sell around 100,000 copies a year.

Jack Kerouac, the son of French-Canadian immigrants, was born in Lowell in 1922. He was gifted in mind and body, a handsome football star who also obsessively composed stories, drew cartoons and invented a fantasy baseball league, complete with cards and dice. His favorite authors included Thomas Wolfe and Mark Twain, and he developed an early passion for jazz.

He was accepted by Columbia University on a scholarship and in New York eventually met Allen Ginsberg, William Burroughs and assorted other writers and hustlers who formed the core of the "Beat Generation," so named by Kerouac with suggestions mystical ("beatific") and musical ("on the beat").

His work had appeared in school publications since the late 1930s, and his first novel, "The Town and City," was published in 1950, an autobiographical, Wolfe-influenced story set in New York and Massachusetts that received mixed reviews and little commercial interest.

Like a man juggling so many lovers, he often had numerous books going on at once and began "On the Road" in the late 1940s.

Kerouac was famous for his "spontaneous prose," for supposedly finishing "On the Road" in a single caffeinated rush, a long scroll on which words were flung as if he were Jackson Pollock. But the scroll, a collector's item that has just been released in book form, was only one of many versions of the novel, which evolved over several years and finally came together in the mid-1950s, with the help of Viking Press editor Malcolm Cowley.

"On the Road" was released in September 1957, after Ginsberg had set off an early Beat explosion with his poem "Howl." Kerouac's novel was immediately praised -- and immortalized -- by the New York Times' Gilbert Millstein as "the most beautifully executed, the clearest and the most important utterance yet made by the generation Kerouac himself named years ago as 'beat.' "

Set in the late '40s and early '50s, "On the Road" is almost visibly pregnant with a world it helped give birth to: the rock 'n' roll world, a world of sex and drugs and exploration, of cars on the open road.

"The rock 'n' roll generation sure picked up on Kerouac's book, but it was definitely not a rock 'n' roll book, and Jack was definitely not a rock 'n' roller," says Princeton University historian Sean Wilentz, who has written often about Dylan.

Kerouac took up Eastern religion, smoked pot, dropped acid, slept around and generally seemed dedicated to the expansion, and destruction, of the senses. But he was more of a '50s rebel, deeply attached, like Elvis Presley, to his mother, and interested less in changing the system than in getting out of it. In one of his last published works, the essay "After Me, the Deluge," Kerouac rejected Abbie Hoffman, Jerry Rubin and other revolutionaries said to be carrying on in his name.

Kerouac drank himself to death, suffering a fatal internal hemorrhage in St. Petersburg, Fla., in October 1969. He was 47, his last few years a blur of bar fights and bad reviews. But his passing was news enough to be reported by CBS-TV anchor Walter Cronkite and for a crowded memorial back in Lowell.

"In a lot of ways, he was a homeless man, Kerouac, and the one place that has a right to consider him as one of their own is Lowell," says Douglas Brinkley, who edited the Library of America volume.

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'On the Road,' and Jack Kerouac

'On the Road,' and Jack Kerouac, still inspire young and old
HILLEL ITALIE
Published Thursday August 30th, 2007
Canada East, Canada

(AP Photo/Lisa Poole)
A beer bottle, cans and other items were left beside the grave of author Jack Kerouac, Saturday, July 7, 2007 at the Edson Cemetery in Lowell, Mass.

LOWELL, Mass. (AP) - Manya Callahan, manager of the Barnes & Noble Downtown store, sees them all the time, young and old, looking for books by Lowell's most famous citizen.

"They're usually wearing backpacks and they kind of have a sense of adventure about them," she says. "They walk inside, looking kind of nervous, then go up to me and ask if I have anything by Jack Kerouac."

Nearly 40 years after his death, and a half century after the release of his most famous novel, "On the Road," Kerouac remains an author who inspires motion. Students still re-enact his rambling, improvised trips across the country. Baby boomers retrace their own youthful journeys. Tourists seek out Kerouac landmarks, like this mill town the author left as a teenager but to which he always returned.

Some celebrities are ignored, or shunned, by their hometowns, but Kerouac's name is easily found in Lowell, with its red brick buildings, winding canals and cobblestone streets. You can start at the Visitors Center where Kerouac walking tours are offered and maps handed out, noting such attractions as his actual birthplace and a favourite bar.

Kerouac has his own park, shaded by weeping willow trees and centred by a circle of granite columns inscribed with excerpts from "On the Road" and other works. A few miles south, at the Edson Cemetery, his marker is ever adorned with stray tributes. Recent leavings include cigarettes, a bandanna, black flip flops and a note, stabbed into the bare ground by a pencil, that reads, "The only people for me are the mad ones. Here's to you Jack!"

Helen Bassett, 16 and a resident of Eastbourne, England, was a recent visitor to Lowell. She read "On the Road" last year and was immediately drawn to Kerouac's musical, conversational prose, so much more accessible, she says, than the classics she's assigned at school.

When Bassett and her father decided to travel to Boston this summer, they arranged a side trip to Lowell, where Helen enjoyed a Kerouac exhibit at the Boott Cotton Mills Museum, went to the Kerouac park and bought four Kerouac books and a poster at Barnes & Noble.

"I really related to 'On the Road,' " said Helen, who is urging her friends to read it. "I've always wanted to move abroad; I never thought I would stay in the same place."

Kerouac's novel takes readers all over the country, from New York City and New Orleans to Chicago and Denver and San Francisco, all stops on the wild and fictionalized adventures of Kerouac and buddy Neal Cassady, renamed and beloved as Sal Paradise and Dean Moriarty.

Kerouac, not known as a friend of the businessman in his own time, has become especially good for Lowell's economy. With the decline of the mills, tourism and the arts have become important attractions. Lowell City Manager Bernard Lynch says that when he's trying to bring new jobs into town, Kerouac is a good name to drop.

"I won't say that he's our only selling point, but when we meet with a business or meet with developers looking to build housing, one of our big selling points is the culture of the city, and Kerouac is part of that," Lynch says.

Lynch acknowledges that Kerouac is not universally admired. His popularity seemed to grow the less people were around him. Most in Lowell were too young, or lived elsewhere, and were spared firsthand memories of his drunken decline. When they think of Kerouac, they think of his books. Others knew the man.

Brendan Fleming is 81, born just a few years after Kerouac. He is a former mayor of Lowell and was a longtime city councilman. Asked to discuss Kerouac's behaviour in the 1960s, he laughs and notes that he still remembers his "exploits, shall we say." When the council voted 7-to-1 for the Kerouac park, Fleming was the dissenter.

"I didn't think, and I still don't think, that this particular person would be the best example for our children," Fleming says. "And there were other people who we could have voted for, like (Air Force commander) Hoyt Vandenberg - he came from Lowell - or Bette Davis. Kerouac is not someone about whom I want to say, 'This is the type of person who comes from Lowell.' "

The literary establishment, with some dissenters, also welcomes him. "On the Road" is widely taught and has officially been placed in the canon by the Library of America, which just released a bound edition of "On the Road," "The Subterraneans" and other "road" novels.

According to Viking vice president and associate publisher Paul Slovak, "On the Road" has been published in 32 languages and continues to sell around 100,000 copies a year. The book has always been in print, although its fortunes fell for a while, a victim apparently of political, not literary fashion.

"Sales really dipped in the 1980s," Slovak noted. "I was once giving a speech about Kerouac sales patterns . . . and when I mentioned the low sales in the 1980s and why could that have been, (poet) Robert Creeley yelled out, 'Slovak, those were the Reagan years!' "

Jack Kerouac, the son of French-Canadian immigrants, was born in Lowell in 1922. He was gifted in mind and body, a handsome football star who also obsessively composed stories, drew cartoons and invented a fantasy baseball league, complete with cards and dice. His favourite authors included Thomas Wolfe and Mark Twain and he developed an early passion for jazz.

Football, not literature, was his way out of Lowell. He was accepted by Columbia University on a scholarship and in New York eventually met Allen Ginsberg, William Burroughs and assorted other writers and hustlers who formed the core of the "Beat Generation," so named by Kerouac with suggestions both mystical ("beatific") and musical ("on the beat").

His work had appeared in school publications since the late 1930s, and his first novel, "The Town and City," was published in 1950, an autobiographical, Wolfe-influenced story set in New York and Massachusetts that received mixed reviews and little commercial interest.

Like a man juggling so many lovers, he often had numerous books going on at once and began "On the Road" in the late 1940s. "'On the Road' is a sure bet," Kerouac wrote in his journal in 1948. "It reads 'for everybody.' It fulfills (childhood friend) Mike Fournier's desire, expressed last spring, that I write 'true action' stories. And it is vast, complex and funny."

Kerouac was famous for his "spontaneous prose," for supposedly finishing "On the Road" in a single caffeinated rush, a long scroll on which words were flung as if he were Jackson Pollock. But the scroll, a collector's item that has just been released in book form, was only one of many versions of the novel, which evolved over several years and finally came together in the mid-1950s, with the help of Viking Press editor Malcolm Cowley.

"On the Road" was released in September 1957, after Ginsberg had set off an early Beat explosion with his poem, "Howl." Kerouac's novel was immediately praised - and immortalized - by The New York Times' Gilbert Millstein as "the most beautifully executed, the clearest and the most important utterance yet made by the generation Kerouac himself named years ago as 'beat.' "

"What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?" Kerouac writes. "It's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies."

Set in the late '40s and early '50s, "On the Road" is almost visibly pregnant with a world it helped give birth to: the rock 'n' roll world, a world of sex and drugs and exploration, of cars on the open road. Even as characters dance madly to mambo and rhapsodize over bebop, you can imagine someone placing a Chuck Berry record on a turntable and mimicking the guitarist's duck walk.

Countless rockers cite Kerouac, from the Doors' Ray Manzarek, who once said that the band would never have been born without "On the Road," to Bob Dylan, who in his memoir, "Chronicles: Volume One," itself a Keroauc-like narrative, wrote that "On the Road" had "been like a Bible for me" as a young man.

"The rock 'n' roll generation sure picked up on Kerouac's book, but it was definitely not a rock 'n' roll book, and Jack was definitely not a rock 'n' roller," says Princeton University historian Sean Wilentz, who has written often about Dylan.

"Kerouac gave something for American young people to latch onto that wasn't in the black-and-white, Popular Front 'Which side are you on?' '30s mentality. You could still be politically engaged (as with the civil rights movement), but Kerouac spoke to . . . a different part of the American spirit. It's what Bob Dylan saw in Kerouac, I think."

Kerouac himself seemed to live a '60s lifestyle before anyone knew what to call it. He took up Eastern religion, smoked pot, dropped acid, slept around and generally seemed dedicated to the expansion, and destruction, of the senses.

But he was more of a '50s rebel, deeply attached, like Elvis Presley, to his mother, and interested less in changing the system than in getting out of it. In one of his last published works, the essay "After Me, the Deluge," Kerouac rejected Abbie Hoffman, Jerry Rubin and other revolutionaries said to be carrying on in his name.

"I'm not a Tax-Free, not a Hippie-Yippie - I must be a Bippie-in-the-middle," he wrote. "No, I'd better go around and tell everybody, or let others convince me, that I'm the great white father and intellectual forebear who spawned a deluge of alienated radicals, war protesters, dropouts, hippies and even 'beats."

Kerouac drank himself to death, suffering a fatal internal hemorrhage in St. Petersburg, Fla., in October 1969. He was 47, his last few years a blur of bar fights and bad reviews. But his passing was news enough to be reported by CBS-TV anchor Walter Cronkite and for a crowded memorial back in Lowell.

"He was haunted by Lowell," says Douglas Brinkley, who edited the Library of America volume. "He once said that the only heroes he had known in his life were the ones he had in boyhood. He never got out of the high school mode of thinking that seeing a high school friend was more exciting than seeing a movie man. In a lot of ways, he was a homeless man, Kerouac, and the one place that has a right to consider him as one of their own is Lowell."

Kerouac's posthumous reputation in Lowell took off at the same time sales for "On the Road" momentarily dropped: the '80s. "Lowell Celebrates Kerouac!" - a nonprofit organization with a mission to "promote a better understanding and appreciation of Jack Kerouac's life and literature" - was formed in 1985 and still holds an annual festival. Jack Kerouac Park, part of the Lowell National Historic Park, was dedicated in 1988.

At Lowell's Barnes & Noble, Kerouac T-shirts can be seen in the window and his books have their own special place, a shelf of titles to the left of the cashier. Manya Callahan says she sometimes plays a wicked joke on those who look for Kerouac under "K" in the fiction section.

"I tell them that we don't carry any Kerouac books," she says with a laugh. "You should see the looks on their faces."

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Standing Rock Sioux board rescinds nickname support

Standing Rock Sioux board rescinds nickname support

Aug 30, 2007 - 09:51:06 CDT
Bismarck Tribune

GRAND FORKS (AP) — The chairman of the Standing Rock Sioux Reservation's Veterans' Group board says the group voted 3-2 to rescind its support for the University of North Dakota's Fighting Sioux nickname and logo after getting calls from tribal members.

Board members had voted unanimously to support the nickname Monday. Then they were inundated with calls from Standing Rock veterans and other tribal members opposed to the nickname, said Ed Black Cloud, the board's acting chairman.

The tribal board likely will take the matter up again after a scheduled tour of UND's campus and meetings with UND and Ralph Engelstad Arena officials in September, Black Cloud said.

``We still want to hear what they have to say, and we'll decide what we decide,'' Black Cloud said. ``There are a lot of different things we have to talk about.''

The board's initial vote supporting the nickname came during a visit by Sam Dupris, an enrolled member of the Cheyenne River (S.D.) Sioux Tribe and a decorated Korean War veteran who is touring North Dakota's Sioux tribes as an envoy for the Engelstad arena.

Dupris described for board members a memorial wall being planned at the arena to honor Sioux veterans.

Arena general manager Jody Hodgson has called Dupris' reservation visits a ``diplomatic course'' to repair strained relations between the arena and tribal officials stemming from UND's lawsuit against the NCAA. The arena has thousands of Sioux logos.

UND is suing the NCAA over a 2005 policy barring schools with American Indian logos and nicknames from displaying those logos and nicknames during postseason play or hosting playoff games. The NCAA considers such nicknames and logos hostile and abusive.

Standing Rock's tribal council has officially opposed UND's nickname since 2001. Black Cloud said Monday he believed the nickname had wide support among the tribe's veterans but later said he found more veterans oppose the nickname than he orginally thought.

The Standing Rock has about 8,500 members, according to the tribe's Web site.

``I think they should have gone out and taken some kind of poll of how veterans feel throughout the reservation,'' said Terry Yellow Fat, a Standing Rock veteran and nickname opponent. ``I feel like it's the old 'divide and conquer' again. The decision should not have been made hastily, but I feel it was.''

Veteran's Group board members listened to audience members for about half an hour before casting their votes Wednesday night to rescind nickname support, said H. Grey Cutler, commander of Standing Rock's Vietnam Veteran's Association, who attended the meeting.

Cutler said Dupris did not attend the meeting and no audience members spoke in support of the nickname.

Hodgson has said Dupris does not want to comment on his role with the arena and Dupris has not returned calls to his home.

In a letter sent Friday to University of North Dakota President Charles Kupchella, leaders of the Cheyenne River tribe said Dupris does not represent the tribe, which has formally opposed the nickname.

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