Liz Spetz 297-8804
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Obsession Kills
Many years ago as a young CA in a large firm I was happy to get any file they gave me. I didnt realize yet that the assignments would include any odd situation no one else wanted to bother with. As a result I met the Doctor. Dr. Perry (lets assume that was his name) had a practice up the Sunshine Coast and at first I thought that he was looking for tax advice in the big city for reasons of confidentiality. However, the story became quite complicated and confidentiality was only a part of it. He felt his life depended on talking to someone far away from his small town home. He was a very composed person and had practiced as a surgeon in London, England for over 20 years. He had an extensive clientele and worked constantly. The pressure was considerable and so was the income. Until one day he had a massive coronary. He was convinced that he would die. He nearly did. When he woke up in the recovery room he couldnt understand where he was until a beautiful angel appeared beside his bed and told him that he was going to be alright. He knew she was a nurse but was convinced that she was an angel and fell instantly in love with her. It took Dr. Perry several weeks to recuperate but all through that time he planned how he would manage to make Nurse Diana (another assumed name) fall in love with him. It was no mean trick as she was at least 15 years younger and happily living with another physician. No matter, the Doctor was obsessed. Dr. Perry started by sending her dozens and dozens of red roses every day and cases of champagne as well. He begged her to meet him, even for a coffee or a few minutes on a park bench. He charmed her, begged her, and pg. 2
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flattered her with promises of a very luxurious and adored life. But, she wouldnt relent. This had gone on for months and he was getting desperate. Finally, he went to see a gypsy, explained his impasse and offered to pay a large amount for something, anything that would win her love for him. The gypsy told him that she would need some personal item that belonged to Diana. If he returned a week later the formula would be ready. Dr. Perry met Diana in the park on a fall day. She asked him not to contact her again and being agitated didnt notice that he had left with her glove which he took straight to the gypsy. A week later he returned and the gypsy gave him a powder, the glove and a warning: Dont ever let Diana wear silk. Dont buy it for her and dont give it to her. The Dr. called her up straight away and convinced Diana to meet one last time in the park. Dr. Perry brought her a small gift, and a container of hot chocolate for each of them. By the end of that poignant meeting she had agreed to leave her current lover for him. Plans were made to leave London as the scandal was making professional practice difficult. They decided on Canada, a small town on the West Coast. And then life became better and better. Diana was devoted and loved him. Dr. Perry had everything he could ever have hoped for. The practice flourished and they opened a couple of related businesses that were quite successful. pg. 6
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Essay - The Heavens Above We are neighbors again to something huge. We may think of our little hidden world as the center, but alas children, we bow to our betters from time to time. Recently Cypress Hills Interprovincial Park unveiled its newest attraction, a building housing a new 14 Celestron telescope, linked to a 60 seat classroom with viewing screen. Though entirely modern in many respects, it is of course not the first to recognize that the prairie skies, home to visions and visionaries, has its own, long, mostly unrecorded history. Much of our towns intellectual history, our sense of otherness, originated with Harold S. Corky Jones, a resident of the town before there was an Eastend. The son of a medical man he immigrated to Eastend, eventually, with an educated sense of curiosity when the community was still in its survival mode at the end of the 19th century. He has had all his life the best of all possible attitudes in a pioneer Stegner writes in the epilogue of our famed banner of literati, Wolf Willow. He never scorned learning, he has always been willing to try importing it, but when the imported varieties dont seem to take root he has hunted for native varieties that will. As much as Stegner liked Corky and there were so few others there was another in Whitemud who had a little of Corkys intellectual curiosity. That was Jack Wilkinson, a man that little is known since our Range Riders and Sodbusters history volume is blank on who he was. Something that is in terrible want of discovery. Stegner described him as a starved spirit a man in want of something bigger than he. In 1949 we are told his interest in astronomy took root and for his own play, built a six-inch reflector telescope [There many different types of telescopes and their usages vary considerably. For optical purposes there are generally recognized three types: refractor, reflector, or catadioptric]. Later, he built an eight-incher and an observatory to boot. After Wilkinson died, a group, again led by Corky, formed, taking possession of both telescope and observatory, to form an astronomical society with the mandate to further the study of the stars and perhaps some day to help develop a budding Newton. The telescope and observatory would move around, almost like a hot potato. Its most useful location, one would assume, was on top of the high school. Where else does the chance to incorporate a sense of wonder than with an observatory on top of your school, chancing a budding Newton [who was more than just an astronomer with a list of interests as long as your arm]. Certainly light pollution from the town would hinder greater clarity, but in the 1950s and 1960s which school on the prairie could boast its own observatory? Today the Wilkinson Observatory sits on top of the southwestern plateau. Alone, isolated. Seeing it there, the weeds suspiciously tall and untrampled around it, I dont know whether to be struck by the difficulty of keeping the pg. 4
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A TOUCHING MAGIC Poems images come in on winter nights fog When I dream wild pigeons return springs sun rise End of summer scarlet salmon swim stories inland from the sea ... My brother told me He hones, sharpens, Polishing his words Sometimes it takes years for those of cultured learning To make a poem work Stone-age man went alone A life of wandering amongst fortress bluffs Bending bunch grass and pine His stories are told with blood red earth Painted on immortal stone For thousands of years his words fade I find them written on canyons wall I trace his vermilion lines with my finger On cold painted stone where pigeons nest A spirits power leaps to life in me It was magic then when he painted pictograph messages Today, no one from their ivory towers, know what these paintings mean Yet his spirit has touched me A story teller with powdered ochres and salmon egg oil Has reached all this way into the future Eight thousand years maybe more No matter how old Its still a power as grand as the turning stars Has a voice like the great roar of creations song I trace the lines silent speaking I feel the blood of earth Surge and rush, a crimson river of visions enters me Pushing back the fear of many tomorrows, I paint too With ancient spirit dreamers, hand steady on my shoulder Hummingbird and King-fisher, horses and bulls Paint-stone, Lifes blood a touching magic I have been shown I now carry red-ochers story Down from the canyons out to the sea and Inland again beyond wild mountains onto forevers grassland prairie Then North far as Tundras reaches can teach me When my dream poem is polished enough It will carry me home like Pigeons and salmon who always return lifes stories, their poetry, now mine. Timothy Hume
The Saskatchewan Department of Employment, Division of Labour Standards claimed a small rancher was not paying proper wages to his help and sent an agent out to investigate him. GOVT AGENT: I need a list of your employees and how much you pay them. RANCHER: Well, theres my hired hand whos been with me for 3 years. I pay him $300 a week plus free room and board. Then theres the mentally challenged guy. He works about 18 hours every day and does about 90% of all the work around here. He makes about $40 per week, pays his own room and board, and I buy him a bottle of rye every Saturday night so he can cope with life. He also sleeps with my wife occasionally. GOVT AGENT: Thats the guy I want to talk to - the mentally challenged one. RANCHER: That would be me.
pg. 3 The Heavens Above intellectual flame alive Stegner would write in 1955, almost a premonition of the observatories fate several decades later. I reminisce without knowing. I imagine a silver domed structure above the school. I imagine the first usages of the telescope through which many of the local residents gazed at the moon and stars for the first time according to Range Riders and Sodbusters with stellar resolution they could only dream of. Could they, would they dream of the stars and moon? I wonder. Now with more utility, we imagine a new breed of young Newton, somewhere on the prairies. TTT
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like a painting on the canvass of the western sky, sunset wields its brushes with bold strokes, fine lines, shadings, squiggles in colors of fiery, glowing peach and yellow gold, impossible shades of blush raspberry and strawberry mousse, or maybe watermelon, feathery, gentle grey and dark charcoal, pale lemon, shy, against the background of intense cerulean blue and sea-foam green where heaven touches earth on the far horizon. the east, more modest, shows a steely teal-blue adorned with quiet wisps of low clouds. then, slowly, colors fade to more muted tones of mustard, dun and dark cranberry, yielding to the coming darkness of night. going east, we leave the sunset behind and yet as we pass abandoned homesteads, the last rays touch their windows and it looks as though lights are glowing from within, giving the illusion of home-life and warmth returned. Gabriel Kck
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Ten good years passed and the Dr. more or less became so comfortable that he forgot about the seriousness of the gypsys warning. His arrogance overcame his judgement. At some point he was in Vancouver and while walking through a store saw a beautiful silk blouse. Without thinking he bought it as a gift for Diana and she loved it. She wore it several times in the first few weeks. Then she met a logging truck driver and fell in love with him. The shock to Dr. Perry was stunning. He exercised all his influence but nothing seemed to make a dent in Dianas determination to take their young daughter and leave him. However, he wouldnt back off either. Now he was worried that Diana, a trained cardiac nurse, would poison him. The Doctor came to me to get an idea of what the potential tax cost might be and how it could be mitigated. I requested some specific information and we parted after meeting for several hours. I never heard from Dr. Perry again although I called his office several times. Eventually, I gave up. Either he was not serious about wanting advice or they had reconciled and the whole thing was just a frightening exaggeration. It wasnt until several years later when I was attending a tax course that I ran into another CA from Dr. Perrys town. As soon as I had the chance I asked after him and got a very odd look in return. It seemed that Dr. Perry had died of a massive coronary several years before. From this I learned that: Obsession can kill you. Never meddle with the dark side. And, never, never let her wear silk. Happy Halloween (True Story) JK
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