More thoughts from Dad

More on Dad’s thoughts

Earlier this month I posted ‘Thoughts From Dad’ and mentioned that Theresa and Robin had loaned me dad’s notebook with writings in it.  I promised to share those with everyone but after reading them and reflecting on them I’ve come to the conclusion that it wouldn’t be fair to him.  He wrote these thoughts over 50 years ago and at that time all he had for reference was his own experience and his own reading and research.  He couldn’t Google facts or even spend time in the library since he wasn’t very mobile.  They didn’t have 24 hour news shows or the history channel and he didn’t have money for subscriptions to ‘Look’ or ‘Life’.  Having lived with him I knew him to be a renaissance man and a free thinker without any hateful or racist views and a wonder about the world and what we didn’t know and might be capable of.  I know both my parents were members of the ‘Workers Alliance’ which was labeled subversive in the McCarthy era but they weren’t Communists, they just wanted a fair shake for the working man.  Sort of the same struggle we have going on today with anyone demanding those things being called Socialist or unpatriotic. 

So, to prevent those kinds of undeserved concerns and with the advantage of hindsight to see where his musings might seem naïve or questionable I’ve determined that the best way is to take excerpts from those writings that I feel show his intent and insight and share those with some commentary that might help in understanding where he was coming from.  

The Battle of Vimy Ridge

(The Battle of Vimy Ridge began at dawn on Easter Monday, April 9, 1917, when all four divisions of the Canadian Corps attacked Vimy Ridge above the Douai Plain in France.  Dad was in the Canadian Army at the time and  he was there. )

That was a holiday in hell

The Canucks went over with a yell.

All the young Canucks were there,

They came from everywhere.

Under a curtain of fire

They stumbled through the wire.

They heard the sound of heavy guns

And the Devil seemed to hum

With war shells passing overhead

A lullaby for the dying and the dead.

Wizbangs sneaking softly through the air

With messages of despair.

Swarms of bullets seemed to whisper

I will get you mister.

Our wounded pals greeted us with casual smiles

When we stopped and spoke with them for awhile

They asked us for a smoke

Or for something else from our poke

But then dropped off to sleep

Game to the last heartbeat

Some went out like a light

Some lingered throughout the night.

The memories haunt you

A loved one wants you

A gentle mother across the sea

Prays, God send my boy home to me.

Vimy Ridge is strewn with bones

Boys that won’t come home.

Three hundred thousand men are sleeping there

They have laid aside all their cares

The noise of battle ceased

And now they rest in peace.


Wedding Bells

Hail, hail the bride and groom

They are off on their honeymoon

Their world is bright and new

They have such wonderful things to do.

They will walk beside some rippling brooks

And find some cozy nooks

There in the sparkling dells

She will tell him the lies he loves so well

How handsome, brave and strong he is

Everything she ever hopes to have is his.

He will kiss her soft red lips

And tell of his love from toes to fingertips

To the marrow of my bones

I will never leave you alone.

Love, happiness and hope is theirs

God fulfill and help with their cares. 


Ark of the Covenant

Noah built a refuge

From the great deluge

He had a date with Davie Jones

And knew it in his bones

Noah called a warning

It will soon be storming

It’s getting awful dark

Time to climb aboard the ark

They sailed around about a year

Until the weather began to clear

Noah looked the situation over

And said the worst is over

It’s time to go ashore

And be about our chores

You’ll be happy by and by

See the rainbow in the sky



The prophet Dan

A wise old man

Inspired by some power divine

Looked down the halls of time

Read the writing on the wall

And then foretold the fate of all

Fire shall sweep the whole world o’er

And time shall be no more

The hour will surely come

When man’s work on earth is done.

The prophecies of Daniel have been hitting right on the nose.  Most all his prophecies have been fulfilled.  Man has set the stage to bring the curtain down on the last act.   Busy saturating the atmosphere with radiation when the earth’s atmosphere is already well saturated.  By design or by accident a bomb will explode and burn up the entire atmosphere instead of that of a five or ten mile radius. 

(Dad wrote this during the time when people were digging bomb shelters in their back yards and grade schools were training kids to hide under their desks as protection from an atomic bomb attack.)

Chief Cosongas

This story was told to me by a man who lived on a frozen sea.  How wolf dogs and shivering pups crouched at
the sides of rude Eskimo huts and all the while the wind howled past Little Diomede Isle.  On this day sturdy hunters sought the warmth of their oil lamp; Chief Cosongas was in his camp.  His title was one of love and veneration; he was the greatest hunter of his generation.  He had brought respect and comfort to his tribe and now sons and daughters knelt by his side. Where he lay upon a couch of skins his wife drew one of these up to his chin. A gesture of love that every mother does, a demonstration of her undying love.    


A mighty roar is heard

An angry ocean sweeps across the land

And obliterates the works of man.

With all the forces he commands

What e’re the mind of man conceived

His skillful hand achieved

Now lies beneath the ocean sands.

This was the start of a lengthy dissertation by dad on the great flood and the 7,000 year cycle of great floods.  He thought it was the buildup of the ice in Antarctica that caused the earth to tilt on its axis from the weight and proposed ways to melt the polar ice cap.  This included covering it with coal dust to absorb the suns heat.  He went into several other methods to release the water in the ice cap and mine the ores beneath it but I think science and global warming has made his ideas passé.    The Antarctic ice cap is now melting and doesn’t need any more help from us.

Dad wrote another lengthy dissertation on how we have treated the Negro in this country and how other races distrust us because of our past actions and history.  It more or less just shows his liberal views but also that he was a man who thought about these things and formed his own opinions because this was years before the Civil Rights Act and the raising of our national consciousness on this issue.  

He also wrote a piece on the Gold Standard which we were more or less still tied to at this time.  Gold was $35/oz. until the 70’s which helped keep inflation in check but resulted in very unstable economies.  Dad thought it was foolish to use gold as a measure and thought steel or wheat would be a better choice because they had more real value to people than the artificial value of gold.  He was especially concerned with
burdening future generations with debts they can’t pay – sounds familiar, huh?   He didn’t like the credit society we were becoming and was especially concerned with giving people dignity through social and economic planning.

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