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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Citizen, 1995-02-01, Page 5THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 1, 1995. PAGE 5. Ice bound in the black hole Well, here we are, ice-bound in the black hole of the annual Canadian weather experience - which is to, say right smack in the frosted bulls-eye of yet another winter - and do you know what we'll both be thinking about today? The only thing that really, really matters to any Canuck who finds him or herself up to the axles in white stuff - escape. We will be thinking meteoerotic thoughts of Acapulco, Vera Cruz and Tampico Bay. We will muse indecently of swaying palms, white beach sand hot enough to toast one's tootsies and tangy margaritas served with love in long-stemmed glasses as big as birdbaths. We will entertain uncharitable thoughts about the bloated plutocrats among us who are rich enough to turn the Canadian midwinter Fantasy into reality. The ones who can actually afford to hop aboard those southbound chartered 747s, leaving the rest of us stranded in the drifts, in our galoshes and earmuffs, growling muffled curses into our scarves and shaking our snow shovels skyward. Canadians will generate a Great Lake's worth of envy today, but one southbound couple we will not be wishing to exchange places with is the Mclntyres. The importance of symbolism In one of my last classes before Christmas, I was referring to the economic policies of an Eastern European country and I suggested that the implementation of such policies might well open a Pandoris Box of undesir- able effects on the country's economy. While most of the students in the class were aware of the expression, I had to pause for a moment to explain to the others just what was meant by such a box. In thinking about it on the way home, I realized how important such expressions were in our language, or any language for that matter. Furthermore, most of the ones we use come from a classical and/or foreign source. Without them English would be a lot less colourful language. To use the above mentioned box as an example, many of these symbolic expres- sions have a rather colourful history. Certainly the story of Pandora is a long one and is mentioned for the first time in the works of the Greek poet Hesiod, who lived in the 8th century B.C. The poet wasted no time in ascribing all the ills of the world to the female sex. All this came about as the result of the Greek gods deciding to make human exis- tence something less than idyllic. The god of fire was given the job of crafting a female figure, which he did with the help of other goddesses who gave her a considerable amount of beauty. With these attributes she was set among mere mortals. While she was, along with her beauty, lazy, ill-natured and stupid, she managed to find a husband in no less a person than the brother of Prometheus who had given fire to humans to help us Don and Margie McIntyre I mean. They, too, are heading south, and they're not doing it on the cheap. They've got two, count 'em two, boats full of supplies - enough to keep them in grub and spare clothes for a couple of a years. By the time it's over the Mclntyres will spend almost half a million bucks on this little vacation, what with the satellite communication links, the solar and wind-turbine power generators and whatnot, but you have to spend money if you really want to get away from it all, right? And the Mclntyres figure they really will be getting away from it all. They don't expect to see another human for the next year. That's because the southern resort spa they're heading for is on the shores of Commonwealth Bay, Antarctica. Population: nada. They'll be living in a fibreglass hut especially reinforced to withstand winds of 200 miles an hour - which is what they can expect on the shores of Commonwealth Bay, a destination designated as "kingdom of blizzards" by those tourists luckless or witless enough to have stayed overnight before. The most famous visitors would have to be the 18-man exploration team led by Australian geologist Douglas Mawson, back before the first World War. In the spring of 1912, starving members of the Mawson expedition were reduced to eating their own sled dogs. The two men perished, one went bonkers and Mawson himself staggered back along. Pandora brought into her marriage, a box, out of which came all the torments of humanity - aging, pain disease, madness. It also contained hope which was supposed to Peep us all from ending of our lives and thus .scaping such misery. Hesiod thought fit to point out that "the aernicious female sex came to be a great misfortune for the male... she is mother of the hordes of women who have become the ruin of mortal man." It is just as well that he lived a long time ago. The fact that the legend goes on to mention that the daughter of Pandora, Pyrra, was the first mortal woman to be born, would have done little to help him. Thus there is a lot of history in this expres- sion and I am sure that the vast majority of people who get around to using it are not aware of the details leading up to the modern use of it. Perhaps it is just as well that all the sexist connotations have disappeared; it would not go over well in this century. Let's get away from Greece for a while and look at a word that everybody knows - stepmother. She has come down through fairy tales, mainly German ones, as an evil anti-mother. At times she is ready to kill her wards and in so doing becomes the closest the Germans have to that most evil of female figures - the witch. In fact, in Grimm's fairy tales, that is exactly what she is. Remember what happened in Snow White and you will know exactly what I mean. In German, if you say "to complains to one's stepmother," it means that you are wasting your breath. In addition, "to weep at one's stepmother's grave" is to pretend to be sorry. Both in German and in English the fate of the stepchild is to be neglected and we see it in expressions such as "this economic program has become the stepchild of the new administration." to base camp just in time to see his rescue ship steaming out to sea. None of which deters the Mclntyres, who have cheerily dubbed their adventure "Together Alone: Expedition Ice-Bound". The prospect of sitting out a 365-day long winter storm doesn't phase them. In fact, they're toting an extra year's worth of vittles just in case the pack ice prevents their scheduled rendezvous with a supply ship next December. Well, okay, but what do you - you know - DO when you find yourself virtually snowed in for an entire calendar year? In Antarctica of all tropical vacation spots. It's not like you can count on wandering Mariachi bands or occasional busloads of party-hearty dentists from the Midwest. Hey, Antarctica's so remote it doesn't even have a team in the Canadian Football League. Don and Margie figure they'll handle the solitude okay. He plans to work on a three foot model of Captain Cook's famous ship Endeavour. As for Margie, she says she intends to stitch and stuff 50 teddy bears to sell at an Australian charity auction later. And Don McIntyre's got experience - he's considered one of Australia's toughest sailors. Margie? Well...she says she's never actually skied or snowshoed. As a matter of fact she's scarcely ever seen snow. • Do I think they'll make it? Why not? Hell, they sound almost wacky enough to be Canadians. There is only one strange aspect to all this. In German the word "Stiefmuetterchen" is the translation of the English word "pansy." What it has to do with flowers is not clear since the 19th century the pansy was described as "looking so sweet, so loving, so good, like the gentle mother's heart that gives faith, hope and love to the child of another." Perhaps there were a few good stepmothers around after all. I can't resist the urge to finish this article by talking a bit about William Tell. This is perhaps the best know bit of symbolism coming out of Switzerland since only the most dyed-in-the-wool nationalist would argue that he is a real rather than a symbolic person who did all that was claimed for him. You probably know the story of the archer who bests represents the Swiss longing for independence and liberty; at any rate his feat of shooting the apple off his son's head is undoubtedly symbolic; the same feat is said to have occurred much earlier in Saxon, Nordic and Scottish history. It can be argued that the legend became famous beyond the borders of Switzerland mainly through the works of two foreigners, the German writer Friedrich Schiller in his play William Tell in 1804 and the Italian composer Rossini in his opera of the same name in 1929. You are undoubtedly familiar with the music of the overture to this opera which served as the theme for the The Lone Ranger. By now you get the point as to the role that symbolism plays in our life. You probably have your own preferences and I can only wonder how many of you have chosen the number seven at any time, almost totally unaware that in many ancient civilizations it was the most sacred of numbers. The Short of it By Bonnie Gropp Nature majestic Then came old January, wrapped well In many weeds to keep the cold away; Yet did he quake and quiver like to quell, And blewe his nayles to warm them if he may —Edmund Spenser Tomorrow, Wiarton Willie is going to stick his head out from his cozy subterranean cocoon and decide whether he wants to stick it back for another six weeks or not. For the first time in quite a few years I find myself not actually giving a hoot. Now I am not a complete fool and therefore fairly positive each Feb. 2 that we can surely expect another six weeks of winter, whether Willie sees his shadow or not. But, sometimes, when we've been subjected to a particularly cold, blustery winter, I take whimsical satisfaction in the confirmation of the season's end, even when it's a prediction which comes from as unlikely a source as a memberof the marmot family, not especially known for their intelligence as any good old hunting dog will confirm. While I do actually recall one year when we were promised something less than the traditional six weeks of winter, most of my recollections of Groundhog Days in the past, make me believe there are higher powers at work here. No matter how many days of cloudy skies we have endured, the sun will usually shine just long enough on Feb. 2 for Willie to cast a shadow, meaning six more weeks of winter, which we all expected anyway. Willie's credibility is obviously getting some help. Either way, as I said before I find myself really caring less. The winter of 1994-95 has been an unexpected treat, except for that first week of the new year. Being neither fond of winter driving nor below freezing temperature's, that first blustery snowstorm had me ready to go underground and join Willie. Canadian winters are usually challenging. In the days before I used to spend so much time on the roads, I considered winter to be my favourite season. Unfortunately, now my job keeps me from stowing away safely at home, thus while travelling I have found myself caught in the milk bottle surrealism of winter's wrath enough times that my enthusiasm for nature's sparkling season has dimmed in recent years. My respect for it has increased, however. Nature commands it: -Anyone who has been challenged by the elements, no matter how minimally, knows they are dealing with something majestic, something almighty. I was reminded of this recently while watching the movie Alive, the true story of a team of Uruguayan rugby players who survive a plane crash in the Andes. For over 70 days they simultaneously battle and work with this hostile yet glorious terrain. The hardships they endure, sub-zero temperatures, blizzards, avalanches, only seem to intensify the feelings of wonder they can't help but hold for their opponent, whose omnipotent power is rivalled only by its grandeur. Their struggle made them not just happy to be alive, but proud to be alive. It kind of made me ashamed that in recent years instead of being able to say it doesn't beat me, I have spent winter trying to whine it away because it asks a bit more from me. Even if the weeks left are more adverse than the last few have been I'm going to try to respect the season's challenges. Even if it snows me under, I hope I can admire it and be grateful to be here to see each day as it comes. Arthur Black International Scene