Travellers

From what I understand, Travellers are families of Scots or Irish origin, an indigenous UK minority community, which were disrupted generations ago by landlord evictions and who took up the road as a means to maintain their own continuity. I first came upon them when, for a law school paper, I was looking for community outside of Canada to describe which had first suffered legal discrimination then human rights protection. I find the fact of their existing fascinating.  Unlike, for example, the familiar story of the Highland Scots culture crushed after 1745 or the less well-known story of the Fenland people in England, whose life off the land was destroyed by industrialization from the 1600s to the 1800s, the Travellers have survived.

The Travellers are like the Roma (the people most call “gypsies”, an error from an assumption in the 1500s that they came to England from Egypt) in that they had long lived in horse drawn caravans, have come into conflict with greater society, and have much the same needs but they form a distinct Gaelic culture, compared to the complex Indian roots of the Roma.  A third group, new age travellers, has also been identified.   Here is some information on the legal issues these communities have faced from the angle of their education needs in Scotland. This is an interesting passage illustrating someting of the nature of the community:

While it was important to establish and highlight Travellers’ very specific, special or particular needs it also brought a degree of exposure and limelight which many Travellers had not sought and often did not want. They had survived many centuries of often brutal and repressive legislation, usually by keeping a low profile, a degree of separateness and by being ‘unseen’ as they went about their lives.

This current story characterizes some of the tension and attitudes they live with or trigger, depending on your point of view:

“If the Irish travellers acted like everybody else and stopped intimidating people and went through planning permission, people wouldn’t have to have such a problem with them.” Next to the Irish travellers’ site is a small row of legally-built houses belonging to Roma Gypsies who have been in the area three decades. Residents are unanimous about this smaller group of settled travellers. They are variously described as “fabulous”, “excellent people” and “never a problem”. For the Irish travellers, the local authority, Basildon council, is resolute. The council says it provides many legal traveller sites, but it does not plan to build more and expects central government to take a lead in the issue.

Local municipal governments in the UK have provided caravan parks and other housing suitable for the life of the travellers though there are still organizations needed to advocate for the recognition of the legitimacy of the lifestyle of these communties. Governments even have a challenge identifying how many there are and where the communties are located at any given time, what services they need and the extent of their rights and the obligations of greater society to address those rights.

What I find most interesting is the perception and the subjective reality, the seeming desire to perpetuate a dislocation that is no longer forced upon them, the failure to grasp the thing at the heart of the community that speaks to them of themselves. It is an excellent illustration that where discrimination occurs, it is largely based on lack of understanding, some real conflict but also and likely mainly false assumptions of the discriminator having little to do with how the community which suffers the discrimination knows itself.

Brian’s War In Iraq

I haven’t reminded you for a while – so do not forget to read my upstate NY neighbour Brian’s posts from Iraq where he is working as a paralegal with the 10th Mountain Division. He has been involved with some of the biggest non-combat news stories coming out of the war and, while he maintains his professional cone of silence, he is able to deftly tell fthe story of what it is like to see what he is seeing. Today, he writes about seeing photos of an entire village Saddam had murdered as part of the making of the case against the former dictator.

Ottawa Sky Stuff

I marched around Ottawa this noon hour as my hearing was adjourned to 2:00 pm from 9:30 am. All was well in the end judicially speaking – but on my march I took a photo of the biplane at the top of the Department of Justice in its weather vane with my snazzy new zoom lens. Little did I realize I took the inset shot of a jet in the sky in one corner of the 4 MB picture as well. I am liking the zoom.

I also got some nice panoramas from behind Parliament looking north including Hull from Place Du Portage to the Museum of Civilization. No sign of Paul back there hiding or anything.

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Portland, Maine

One of my favoriter cities, I was quite pleased to find I could get to the Mall and back in a pinch without discovering new streets. I am pretty sure most of these photos are not of South Portland but Portland proper…except maybe that one of the ship going under the bridge.

The bowl is full of $3 Dewey’s smoked seafood chowder. The best.



Seven Hours

Who knew that the beaches of New England were 7 hours away from Lake Ontario? Who knew that once you have 512 MB on your camera you get 342 photos to look through when you get home? Who knew that I would have first-and-first-cousins-once-removed-in-law-to-my-second-cousin with whom I might go to see the Bruins play if the NHL ever gets going again? Who knew?

One More Day Closer to Deadwood


New Englanders in Iraq bowling candlepin

I am taking a week off this spring. There is a Boston wedding to attend which will be fun but that is at the end of the week. First, we are off to the Gulf of Maine coast in search of friends and family and a good amount of candlepin bowling. Ontario teases you with five pin as well as Freddie Flintson big ball ten pin but I grew up with candlepin – played only in Atlantic Canada and New England. Whatever I play, I score pins in my head one point at a time like candlepin – like I measure distance in feet rather than metric. It is fair and equitable every pin being meaningful. I do not, however, throw a ball like the Friday night Brookfield Elks softball pitchers of my 1980-ish teens at the Beazley Lanes near little T.O.’s Fletchers Restaurant and the old Crappy Tire. They might as well have been throwing fastball, ball bouncing once on the wood before hitting the pins well off the floor. Pins in the gutter and, half the time, into the next lane. You can’t do that with Freddy Flinston big ball. First time I played Freddieball with Jim from Newfie after passing the bar we hit strike after strike. Like shooting fish in a bucket. You also leave the pins where they fall, leaving you to deal with them through the second and third balls. No sweeping machine delay. You can hit the deadwood among half the others still standing and miss them all, guided by those down to the gutter. Cruel mistress the deadwood. Gotta learn to play the deadwood.

The game dates from the 1880s, when a shipment of narrow pins – later widened to two inches wide – gave a guy an idea. You can find an inordinately detailed history here…and another here. I recall hearing that Howie Meeker brought it to Newfoundland after he left the Maple Leafs and before he was Don Cherry before Don Cherry on Hockey Night in Canada. In 2003, CBC radio’s Inside Track ran an 11:30 minute piece on the sport. [Click the link and a .ram or RealAudio file will trigger.]

Funtime Lanes in Holyoke, near our Sunday night stop, has 20 candlepin lanes…maybe the most westerly in North America. Smokefree and bumper bowling for the weejins. Practice.

Watertown Daily Times

While over in the States on the weekend, I picked up a copy of the Watertown Daily Times the excellent paper that is published out of our smaller neighbouring city in Jefferson Co., NY. As an artifact, it is especially interesting to read the “Northern New York” section on issues that are important to the community that is so close geographically across the river but so subtly different in so many ways and unknown in so many others…and not just why grown men wear red Dale Earnhardt NASCAR jackets in public?

  • The strong interest in US high school sports never ceases to amaze me. You can watch the local Watertown TV and get the local footage, interviews and scores before the pros – you can also follow it on the webs news service of the competing TV station. You can listen to a high school or junior college basketball game on 620 WHEN. In the WDT and you can read pages of articles right now on the local northern New York school championships in wrestling, basketball and volleyball trying to figure out where all these small school are located and how the sectional and divisional structure works. What it helps foster is that legitimacy in the local as well as that thing you can only describe in somewhat cloying terms, a positive image for (or at least of) teens. We could do with more of that local coverage here.
  • You find out about similar initiatives. We have some interest in wind power here in Kingston and so I was surprised to learn from page B4 that a $380 million (USD of course) 190 turbine wind farm is being built and finished this year on Tug Hill, called the Flat Rock Wind Project, in Lewis County about 75 miles to the SSE of here. I may be able to see it from the roof on a clear day. Such a project on PEI would provide 200% of local needs and create an exportable resource yet the local goals in PEI have been puny and plans are for less than 10% of the imaginations of our local US neighbours.
  • I also read about a copyright law suit involving a blog and St. Lawrence University in St. Lawrence Co. I can’t comment on US copyright law and the WDT gives only passing mention at the bottom of B6 to the case in a larger article on university issues:

    The change allows SLU’s Information Technology office to review and monitor files transmitted or stored on the university’s computers. The change was made in the wake of a copyright infringement suit SLU has brought against Interet Web log Take Back Our Campus. SLU is suing to stop the administrators of the Web log, or blog, from using university photos. The suit could reveal who is running the blog, which ridicules SLU administrators, staff and students.

    But for a smaller-town paper, the sussinct characterization of blogging and the related issues is quite neatly done, though I think the days of the capitalization of “Internet” and “Web” are long gone. The case potentially covers any number of interesting concepts including free speech, copyright, education law and technology law so I hope to figure out how to follow it.

I wish the WDT had free web service but, given the real reporting that it is doing on a local basis, someone has to pay the piper and I can’t really justify about $100 CND for a year’s subscription for this hobby interest. But what a great way to get to know a community.