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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Citizen, 2013-10-31, Page 5THE CITIZEN, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 31, 2013. PAGE 5. Consider the breathtakingly ingenious piece of bio-engineering that is the common eyeball. It allows us to see and identify everything from pockmarks on the moon to the fine print on an Aspirin bottle. It speckles our language with irreplaceable phrases – we “see eye to eye” or we can turn an eye that is blind, jaundiced, kind or cold. We put eyes in our needles and eyes in our hurricanes. We rate our own ocular prowess on a spectrum that runs from “eyes like a hawk” to “blind as a bat”. The human eye is a profoundly delicate organ, so intricate and finely calibrated we ought to go about with the upper part of our heads encased in bubble wrap, but we don’t. We junk them up with mascara and eyeliner; we clutter them with contact lenses – plastic vanity discs that ride the eyeball like miniature manhole covers. In Chengdu, China there is a barber who, for a fee, will run a razor across the inside of your eyelid, then “massage” the lids with a thin metal prod. It’s reputed to relieve “dryness” in the eye socket. Pass me on that. And South Korea? It is the cosmetic eye surgery capital of the world. An astonishing number of South Korean women want to have “Western” eyes like Suzanne Somers, not Asiatic ones like Suzie Wong. They go under the knife to achieve it. In a recent competition 20 young female contestants vied for the title of Miss South Korea. All 20 had “westernized” eyes. We’re into some pretty eye-popping modifications on this side of the water, too. Take the case of Rodrigo Fernando dos Santos of Sao Paolo, Brazil. You’d recognize Rodrigo from 20 feet away – he’s a walking tattoo. Virtually every visible square inch of his body is inked and needled. And yes, that now includes his eyeballs. Recently, Mister dos Santos engaged the services of a tattoo artist Rafael Leao Dias to ink in the last two areas of his body that were tattoo-free. It’s not easy to tattoo an eyeball. The tattooist must inject the ink precisely between the conjunctiva and sclera layers – one slip and the patient is qualified to be fitted for a white cane. It’s not a romp in the daisies for the recipient either. “I cried ink for two days” says dos Santos. But hey...what price art? Mister dos Santos now sports eyeballs that have no white in them – just two dark pools of ink. Must be quite a turn-on. I suppose I wouldn’t have to “black out” my eyeballs if I got them tattooed. I could have polka dots maybe, or tiny tattooed teardrops. How about teensy weensy bumper sticker sayings like “EYE HEART U” or “CRY ME A RIVER”? Could I see my way clear to do something like that? Yeah. In a pig’s eye. Arthur Black Other Views I say, leave the eyes alone Shawn Loughlin Shawn’s Sense It’s always interesting to look back at the kind of experiences that really stick with you. Just over three years ago, a few months before I started working at The Citizen, I ran into what I figured would be the most memorable moment of my newspaper career: I got to sit down and interview Doc Walker, a country band from Manitoba. I’d seen them live and had tickets to see them at Blyth Memorial Hall and I even have a picture that one of their tour aides took of me with the group hanging up on the wall. It’s doubtless that the moment that picture was taken, the moment I got to sit down and talk to them like they were anyone else, is definitely one of my favourite moments, but, looking back, it didn’t impact me as much as some of the other stories I’ve experienced. I’m sure that some people might expect me to say that attending funerals like former Fire Department of North Huron Fire Chief John Black or Ontario Provincial Police Officer Vu Pham are more momentous and, in a way, they certainly are. Seeing people who served their community so selflessly having their lives cut short will always be a haunting reminder of how frail life really is. If I had to be completely honest, however, I’d say that one of the most memorable moments from my just-over-half-a-decade of work was the day I sat down and interviewed the recently deceased Cecil Raynard. Cecil passed away after over 103 years on this planet. He nearly shared his birth with that of a new century, saw a millenia and experienced things that few people get to, like celebrating his 100th birthday. More amazing was the fact that, when I interviewed Cecil, in his 103rd year, just under two years ago, he told me one of the stories that, when people ask me what I’ve learned, is always top of my mind. Raynard, who claims he made it to 100 and beyond through living healthy and walking, was an amazing person. He lived in his own home with his wife until just six years ago. He moved to Huronlea Home for the Aged in Brussels because is wife, Lowella, needed help and he could use a hand to take care of her. He was a farmer, he built his own home, except for the plumbing and the heating and when it came time for him to share his stories with me, Cecil told me about his 100th birthday. “One of the young ladies who works [at Huronlea] told me I was eating too much salt and that it wasn’t good for me,” he said chuckling. “She looked like she was in her 20s, and I’m sitting here at 100 and she’s telling me something is not healthy.” Cecil Raynard lived beyond 100 only to have a dietitian tell him he needed to cut down on his salt intake. When news of Cecil’s passing broke in The Citizen, I felt as if I had lost an opportunity. I had hoped to speak to him again at some point but, every time I passed Huronlea, I was on my way somewhere and, as usual, in a hurry. Still, I believe it’s telling that, of all of the experiences I’ve had as a reporter, of all the stories I’ve read (and I don’t just mean non- fiction, I mean every book I’ve ever picked up), every movie I’ve seen, every television show I’ve watched and every play I’ve seen, the best story was just a few short lines from a man who likely lived a good 20 years longer than I could hope to. I’m certainly not diminishing the other lessons I’ve learned from people in my life. My maternal grandparents have a wealth of tales to share and I don’t take advantage of that as often as I should. My paternal grandfather likely could have saved me quite a few hardships in my construction jobs given his experience with electricity and I’m sure that, given his time playing and being part of events like the annual reunion of the Huron Pioneer Thresher and Hobby Association and the Barn Dance, he could tell me more about people around Blyth than another 10 years of being a reporter ever could. A few years back a teacher who pointed me in the direction of photography and writing retired and I knew that the students at Central Huron Secondary School would be far worse for it. While in his classes, I figured I’d remember the lessons about the technology the most but what I really took from it was the need to understand the purpose of the technology and the need to get the skills before you have the technology to do the work for you. To do that, however, you have to meet the challenges of the people who can teach you that. Over the weekend, at a party, I talked with an old school friend about the shared experiences we have, him reviewing books for academia and me reviewing plays for The Citizen and the pitfalls and pleasures of both, and I realized that, after the first little bit where we talked about the pressures of having someone’s work in our hands to judge, we were talking more about the experiences with people than with the writing and reviewing itself. Even sitting down to lunch a few days past with a former colleague of mine (who taught me a lot more than I realized at the time) made me think about the lessons that really stick with me and the practices that people have taught me. In the end, it’s the people you connect with that help you remember those great experiences. So while I sit here and imagine that the great fire debate, school closures and the redevelopment of the Grandview Restaurant property south of Blyth are likely big news, I have to remind myself that, while they’re controversial and important to report on at the time, in a decade they won’t likely mean as much as I think they do know. When I look back on interviewing Doc Walker, I’ll remember how much of a hard time my fiancee gave me because she wanted to meet them as much as I did more than I’ll remember the star-struck feeling of interviewing them. With all these experiences, however, I remember it because of the person, not because of the particular wisdom that was imparted. In a decade, though, whether I’m sitting at a restaurant and deciding whether to sprinkle salt on my meal or whether I’m recounting the wisdom that’s been shared with me, I’ll remember Cecil Raynard, the man who lived past 100 only to be told he needed to cut back on his salt intake. It’s funny how memory works. Denny Scott Denny’s Den Experiences that really stick with you A series to remember With the announcement of the Blyth Festival’s 40th season last week came news of a new soon-to-be- annual tradition: The Blyth Festival Memorial Series. The series will begin in 2014, the Festival’s 40th season, with the award-winning play Billy Bishop Goes To War, written and composed by John MacLachlan Gray in collaboration with Eric Peterson. New Artistic Director Marion de Vries, whose first season at the helm will be next year’s 40th season, said it was important to her that the Festival reconnect with its home of Memorial Hall, a building originally built as a living cenotaph for the soldiers of The Great War. There, of course, has been no shortage of such discussion around the Village of Blyth, as plans for the ambitious 14/19 campaign continue to roll out. Peter Smith, last year’s artistic director and project manager for the 14/19 campaign, has staked the hall’s future on its past, working closely with the Blyth Legion and the Legion Ladies Auxiliary to bring plans of renovation to the hall to fruition. He has said, on multiple occasions, that the hall’s importance runs far deeper than simply being a stage for the Blyth Festival and that meaning is rooted directly in the fertile ground that is this area’s veterans. Plays that celebrate this country’s bravest are nothing new to the Festival, of course. In fact, it was just a few years ago that Vern Thiessen’s Vimy graced the Memorial Hall stage to great acclaim. The play ended with a touching moment, cited by de Vries in my interview with her late last week, where spotlights illuminated two plaques, one on either side of the hall’s stage, which list the names of veterans who fought, and in some cases, died, for their country, all from the Blyth area. It was a bold move by then-Artistic Director, and the play’s director, Eric Coates, de Vries said, but a powerful one. That moment, more than anything that took place on the stage, reminds audiences that while stage productions are often fictionalized, dramatized accounts, they are rooted in real situations that affect so many real people. She cited seminal Festival plays like Another Season’s Harvest, which tackled the farm crisis head-on, right when so many where feeling its affects. She expects Leanna Brodie’s Turbulence, a work in progress about wind turbines in rural Ontario, will have that same effect. With the Memorial Series, de Vries says she’s already looking down the road with the hopes that its plays will connect with local audiences on a very personal level. One of the plays in development, de Vries says, is about Wingham’s Matthew Dinning, who was killed in 2006 by an IED in Afghanistan. Dinning’s story is in the hands of playwright Christopher Morris, de Vries says, who is more than capable of dramatizing such an important life to this community. Such a series is a perfect fit for a building like Memorial Hall, which holds so many memories for so many people. So congratulations to the Blyth Festival and to de Vries who have seen the importance of the lives of soldiers. They have seen the role they play in all of our lives, and specifically in Blyth, where a hall built for this brave group of men and women remains as the community’s lifeblood, hosting plays about our way of life, the very way of life made possible by their bravery, hard work and sacrifice. It is easier to fight for one's principles than to live up to them. – Alfred Adler Final Thought