Monday, 1 August 2011

The British Home Children

     Today, 4 million Canadians are descendants of British Home Children who immigrated to Canada between 1869 and 1939, mainly from England’s large cities.  Brantford MP Phil McColeman, whose uncle was a home child, had a bill passed in Parliament declaring 2010 “The Year of the British Home Child”.  

     My great-grandma, Daisy Blay, was also a home child.  Raised in London, England, her mother sold their furniture to pay the rent; her father died of liver cancer; and her baby sister of rickets.  Eight-year-old Daisy was abandoned by her mother at the Barnardo Home in 1903. 

     The London of Daisy’s great-grandparents had quadrupled in size from 1821 to 1900.  Late 19th Century residents were entertained by Jumbo the Elephant and terrorized by Jack the Ripper.  While the world’s largest city had wealthy areas, the slums prevailed, portrayed in Charles Dickens’ Oliver Twist.  The Industrial Revolution brought thousands of rural residents to the city; but low wages and limited jobs left 30% in poverty.

     Victorian living conditions were appalling:   lack of clean water led to infrequent bathing; charwomen dumped slop pails into the streets; smokestacks pumped fumes into the air; and tainted drinking water caused cholera outbreaks, killing thousands.  Many adults preferred drinking beer, rather than the foul liquid from the River Thames, using it not just as a beverage but as a panacea.

     Evangelical Dr. Thomas Barnardo treated cholera victims at a London hospital in 1866, 65 % of whom hailed from the East End slums.  Preaching from a chair, Dr. Barnardo pleaded with East Enders to surrender their life to Christ.  Finding “street arabs” on every corner, he opened Stepney House to shelter these waifs, two-thirds of whom still had one surviving parent.  More Homes opened and their occupants were called “Home Children”.

     With Stepney House full, Dr. Barnardo sent some wards to Canada.  Adventures abounded on these trans-Atlantic passages.  The Scotian, crossing two days before the Titanic, dodged icebergs complete with polar bears.  The Sicilian dodged U-boats on a 1915 crossing.  Ships carried up to 400 children and four parties sailed each year.  Dr. Barnardo believed Canada offered the home children fresh air, a strong work ethic and good Christian values.

     In 1903, Canada’s population was 5.3 million, only slightly more than London’s.  The urban Britons experienced culture shock as they moved onto Canadian farms.  Daisy’s home-child brother William was whipped if he didn’t milk the cows quickly enough, running away more than once.  Many Barnardo children fled, often being found miles away, starving or even frozen to death.  The average home child moved four times, often due to abuse, but sometimes due to a sponsor no longer needing them.  Sometimes even peers showed disrespect:  “Don’t play with her.  She’s just a home child.”  Not all home children were mistreated, however; occasionally, they were unofficially adopted by their sponsor.

     Adult home children qualified to withdraw their wages earned (boys at 18, girls at 21), if the money wasn’t already used to bring a parent or sibling to Canada.  Eleven thousand Barnardo boys served in World War I, including William.   Barnardo girls took jobs as telephone operators, teachers and nurses.  Despite a sad childhood, Daisy married and raised four healthy children, forging a strong Canadian identity as so many of the “little immigrants” did.



Photo courtesy http://web.ncf.ca










Sunday, 31 July 2011

The Magic of a Father and a Daughter

I see the magic of a father and a daughter
As they build sandcastles on the beach.
I watch the pair as they lounge by the blue water.
Knowing fatherhood is something that you cannot teach.

As they build sandcastles on the beach,
He sculpts the sand with a big strong hand.
Knowing fatherhood is something that you cannot teach;
Next to him, she looks so little as she pours the sand.

He sculpts the sand with a big strong hand.
No words are needed as they work sided by side.
Next to him, she looks so little as she pours the sand.
Father and daughter share a bond that they cannot hide.

No words are needed as they work sided by side.
Clad in an orange bikini, she builds the castle tall.
Father and daughter share a bond that they cannot hide.
As the waves encroach, he builds a giant wall.

Clad in an orange bikini, she builds the castle tall.
I watch the pair as they lounge by the blue water.
As the waves encroach, he builds a gaint wall.
I see the magic of a father and a daughter.



Linda Jonasson
July 16, 2006.


Photo courtesy http://download.agefotostock.com


Saturday, 30 July 2011

Thomas' Comic Strips

I am the only one of my siblings that cannot draw.  My students laugh when I draw stick figures on the blackboard.  And yet my son Thomas is very artistic.  He must have gotten his talent from his birthparents, both of whom are very artistic.  About a year and a half ago I borrowed a book from the library titled "Create Your Own Comic Strips from Start to Finish" by Art Roche.  Once Thomas read it, he was hooked.  He started drawing comics left and right under the heading LOLZ (Laugh Out Loud's)  He even featured me in one comic he wrote for Mother's Day.  Rob made the mistake of complaining about the muffins I baked.  Thomas response was:  "Oh no you didn't!"  Rob was spared within an inch of his life and thought twice about complaining about my baking the next time. 

The other day, Thomas borrowed the Art Roche book again from the library.  This time he wrote a comic called "Halloweiner" featuring his friend Riley as a hunchback and an unhappy weiner that is covered in mustard but its luck turns when it meets up with the ketchup bottle.  What do you expect from someone who douses everything in ketchup? 

Thomas has drawn a total of 15 comics.  It's nice to see that he using his God-given talent to create.  It's also nice to see that he's using his sense of humour.  He certainly makes his sister Jacqueline laugh so I'm sure he'll make his readers laugh, too.  Thomas is blessed to have such a creative mind.  Maybe one day we'll be reading LOLZ next to Garfield. 



Comic strip courtesy LOLZ Comix, copyright 2011.



Friday, 29 July 2011

We Shall Never Surrender

"We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and with growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets; we shall fight in the hills, we shall never surrender."

(excerpt of Sir Winston Churchill's speech dated June 4, 1940)

I googled "The Greatest Speeches in History" and I found Sir Winston's Churchill's World War II speech to be voted number 1.  It was one of three famous speeches he delivered to inspire Britons during their darkest hour in the Spring of 1940, the other two being:  "Blood, Toil, Sweat and Tears" and "Their Finest Hour".  The British soldiers had just suffered defeat at the Battle of Dunkirk in France and needed inspiration.  The words of the speech are stirring and powerful, but the way that Churchill delivered it was equally important -- with complete confidence.  If you listen to the speech on Youtube, the Prime Minister starts the speech quietly and then builds the suspense to a powerful finale.  At no point does he yell; he just speaks evenly and smoothly and assuringly.  Contrast that with Adolf Hitler's staccato rants.  No wonder Britain and the Allies won the war. 

A veteran of World War I, he could put himself in the shoes of the soldiers on the battlefield.  He knew how to get his hands dirty.  In fact, he even considered landing with the Allied troops on the beach at Normandy in the D-Day invasion of June 1944, but had to be talked out of his decision by King George VI.  Churchill knew how to inspire the British people.

I heard someone say recently that inspiration literally means "God's breath".  I looked the word up online and discovered two related words "divine guidance".  I believe that it was divine guidance that led Churchill and Britain through the Second World War.  His speeches were a lifeline for his citizens.  It is remarkable that a man who suffered from a stutter when he was young went on to become one of the greatest orators of all time.



Photo courtesy http://4.bp.blogspot.com



      

Thursday, 28 July 2011

The Painting

As Whitby feels a gentle breeze.
Swaying sailboats cast silhouettes.
In a window hangs a chemise.
Stone houses with red parapets.

Swaying sailboats cast silhouettes.
Cirrus clouds streak the sky in May.
Stone houses with red parapets.
Cobblestone walkways line the bay.

Cirrus clouds streak the sky in May.
The villagers cannot be found.
Cobblestone walkways line the bay.
Gentle foothills grace the background.

The villagers cannot be found.
Balconies are empty once more.
Gentle foothills grace the background.
Peace surrounds the "Inner Harbour".

Balconies are empty once more.
In the window hangs a chemise.
Peace surrounds the "Inner Harbour"
As Whitby feels a gentle breeze.

Linda Jonasson
June 30,2007.



Painting courtesy www.stephengulbis.com


Whitby Harbour (Watercolour 41cm x 51cm)



Wednesday, 27 July 2011

Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

I'll give you a hint.  If you read my blog titled "The Berenstain Bears and A Leap of Faith" (June 1), you might figure out who's coming to dinner today.  They are a nice young couple named Lance and Nicole, the same couple we took out for dinner twelve and a half years ago. 

It was an unseasonably warm December day.  A thunderstorm hit as we prepared for the dinner and I struggled nervously to put on my contacts in the dark.  Our nerves disappeared, however, once we reached the restaurant.  Lance was dressed in a white and navy blue sports shirt and jeans.  Nicole was dressed in a pretty yellow embroidered top and pants. We sat in a booth together at Moose Winooski's and the waitor took our picture.  Rob ordered a party size platter of nachos that evening.  I ordered chicken fingers and fries.  But we weren't focussing on the food that night.  We talked up a storm as if we had known each other for years; and yet we had only met two days before.  I can still show you the booth where we dined.  The waitor took our picture, a keepsake from the magical evening.  As Nicole stood up to leave, we could see her round belly.  She was the vision of good health; her beautiful face glowed and her wavy hair shone.  As we said our goodbyes, we knew it would not be long before we met again.

Two days later the phone rang.  Lance announced that Nicole had just delivered a bouncing baby boy of 9 pounds and 20 1/2 inches long.  We jumped in the car and raced to the hospital to see him.  Nicole gave me her precious bundle and I held him like one might hold a fine piece of china.  Lance had already taken lots of photos of the new baby whom we named Thomas Lance:  a shot of him in a hand-knit yellow sweater with a hood that made him look like a little George Washington; a shot of him with a baby book, Pat the Bunny; a shot of him propped up with a soft white Teddy bear and a bouquet of flowers -- all gifts his birth relatives had given him.  There was also a picture of Lance's feet held up to Thomas' feet.  Both had very long toes; they were definitely related.  I fed Thomas his bottle and we chatted for two hours.  Then it was time to go.

We brought Thomas home 13 days later.  What a joy it was to see him grow!  And for the first six months we got a visit from Lance and Nicole.  Always a little nervous at first, once we saw the couple, our nervousness disappeared.  They got to watch Thomas grow like a weed.  We wondered how the visits would pan out.  Afterall, there was no manual to follow.  But God guided us every step of the way.  People wondered if Thomas' birthparents would be interfering; I found that the average Joe on the street had more unsolicited parenting advice than they ever did.  Lance and Nicole gave us their child; giving them these visits was the least we could do. 

Now Thomas anxiously awaits his birthparents' bi-annual visit.  At Christmas time, they come loaded down with gifts.  They must spend their entire pay cheque on presents.  Thomas rips them open, smiling ear to ear.  Now Jacqueline gets presents as well from them.  A couple of years ago she asked me who her birthparents were; when I said that Mommy and Daddy were, she looked disappointed.  So I suggested we make Lance and Nicole her honourary birthparents.  And she agreed.  She is in there like a dirty old shirt as they watch movies and play video games together. 

Today was our summer visit.  Thomas is shoulder to shoulder with Nicole now.  It won't be that many years before he reaches Lance's height.  We always play a soccer game in the backyard.  Usually it's birth family against birth family.  Usually, Lance, Nicole and Thomas win.  I'll use the excuse that they have youth on their side, even if it's a poor one.  Today they beat us twice.  Rob barbecued sausages and I cooked onion soup potatoes and broccoli with cheddar cheese.  We ate out on our new patio (Jacqueline snuck a couple of pieces of sausage through the fence for the dog next door).

The next time I say:  "Guess who's coming to dinner?" the weather might change, the menu might change, the conversation might change.  But one thing remains the same:  the awesome company.  Thank you for giving us your son, Lance and Nicole!  Thank you for being part of our family.  We love you very much!




Tuesday, 26 July 2011

The Amber Room

A caravan of 18 Wehrmacht trucks left the Catherine Palace and wound its way through the countryside of Russia to East Prussia.  Inside the trucks were 26 crates and inside the crates was one of Europe's greatest art treasures, the Amber Room.  Commissioned by Frederick the Great of Prussia to be given to Peter the Great of Russia in 1818 as a gift, the Amber Room was an entire chamber paneled in amber, sometimes called "the eighth wonder of the world".  Amber was worth ten times the value of gold at the time and floated in abundance on the shores of the Baltic Sea.  The Prussians had delivered the Amber Room to Leningrad in 18 wagon carts where it had been put on display in the Catherine Palace for the commoners to admire.

There it had sat for over two centuries.  However, when the Nazis invaded Leningrad in September of 1941, they captured the Catherine Palace (Catherine Palais) and occupied it as they did the entire city (the Siege of Leningrad).  Predicting their imminent arrival, the Russians had packed up many of their art treasures, but they had not had time to dismantle the Amber Room.  Hastily they had wallpapered over it to disguise the panels.

Now it was late 1941 and the Wehrmacht was at the gates of Leningrad.  They stormed the palace, ripped off the wallpaper and discovered the Amber Room underneath.  It took the German Army 36 hours to pack up the panels into the crates.  Six months later, the Amber Room arrived in Koenigsberg, East Prussia and was put on display in the museum of Koenigsberg Castle, the original location of its construction.  The treasure was on display to visitors to the city for two years. 

In August of 1944 the Allies bombed Koenigsberg Castle.  Soon after, the Amber Room disappeared.  Eyewitnesses said that they spotted the amber panels at the Koenigsberg train station.  Rumours spread that it was on the ill-fated ship the Wilhelm Gustloff which was torpedoed and sunk by the Russians in the Baltic Sea.  Others claimed that the chamber was hidden in an underground cave.

In March of 1946, Anatoly Kuchumov headed to Koenigsberg to search for the Amber Room.  He discovered some of the 25,000 German refugees hidden in the cellars of the burnt out Koenigsberg homes.  In the rubble of the former Koenigsberg Castle, he found small traces of the Amber Room.  He also found some partially burnt letters explaining the plan to evacuate the Amber Room to a castle in Saxony (West Germany).  Kuchumov discovered three stone mosaic pictures that once decorated the amber panels, although there had originally been four; this gave him hope that the Amber Room had been safely evacuated.  But where?  Evacuating the panels by road would have been virtually impossible given the condition of the roads at the time and the size of the load.  Likely the evacuation was done by train or by boat.  The last train left Koenigsberg on January 22, 1945, the precise time when the amber panels disappeared. 

Interestingly enough, a replica of the Amber Room, started in 1999 and completed in 2004, is now on display in Russia and has been viewed by many diplomats including Russia's former President Putin and England's former Prime Minister Tony Blair.  How strange that a regime as evil as the Nazis would have valued an artistic treasure as beautiful as the Amber Room.  Given that they were known for looting European art during the war, though, it should not be a surprise.  The mystery continues.



Photo courtesy www.geo.uw.edu.pl