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There are so many stories to tell
They say you can never go home again,
but we humans keep trying anyway —
with mixed results.
I'm not big on reunions but recently my
hometown of Lucknow held a homecoming
that included a reunion at my old high school —
Lucknow District High School (LDHS).
Lucknow schedules homecomings every 10
years but I've generally skipped them. Not
being a great conversationalist, I always
worried how to keep the discussion going once
you say "Hi, how are you? What have you been
up to?"
But this time my boyhood best friend had
contacted me to say he was attending and I
knew my sister and brother would be there so I
marked the date on my calendar.
By coincidence, the school reunion came
almost exactly 50 years after the final class was
held at LDHS. I had been part of the last Grade
13 class at the school in 1966 but the school
had remained open for students up to Grade 12
for another two years while an addition was
built onto F.E. Madill Secondary School in
Wingham to accommodate the students from
Lucknow and area. Then, after fire destroyed
the old Lucknow Public School, the high
school building (which was only 15 years old)
was converted for elementary students.
That history is so long ago that few people
remember it. In fact, the homecoming
committee advertised the reunion as being for
former students of Lucknow Public School and
didn't even mention the high school. As I
parked outside I envisioned being surrounded
by several generations of those who had
graduated from the elementary school since
LDHS had closed.
It turned out to be just the opposite. The
Boomers dominated and only the odd younger
former student braved the sea of grey hair and
Keith
Roulston
From the
cluttered desk
pear-shaped figures. Thankfully they handed
out name tags because most of us have
changed enough over five decades that we
weren't easily recognizeable — even though I
had tried to refresh my memory before going
by spending an hour going through my old
yearbooks.
Those who'd stayed in the area, or those
who regularly attended events like the school
reunion, had the advantage of having seen
people gradually age a few weeks, months or
years at a time. For those of us who hadn't kept
in touch it was more like a "before" and "after"
picture, with nothing in between.
It was only when I got home that it struck
me that when I had last seen many of these
people they had been on the edge of adulthood.
Many of them didn't even know what they
wanted to do with their lives, let alone what lay
ahead. Now, at the reunion, I was seeing them
when they were retired, or at least nearing
retirement. The productive years of their lives
were a mystery to me, even if I did spend a few
minutes listening to a version of their lives that
rivaled a Twitter message in its brevity.
Each and every one of those people had a
story. They'd gone on to university or they'd
taken an apprenticeship or they'd joined their
family farm or business. They'd found a
spouse — or not. They'd had kids — or not.
There had been good times and hard times.
Perhaps they'd lost a spouse, either through
marriage breakdown or premature death (and a
shocking number of the people I went to high
school with have passed on, some many years
ago.) They had seen their children go on to
make them proud, though some also probably
brought them heartache, hopefully temporarily
before they got their lives straightened away.
Some will have lost jobs or businesses and
worried about the future. Some will have had
illnesses that made them fear for their futures.
I've spent my life telling stories — either
invented stories for the stage or real life stories
for this newspaper or The Rural Voice.
Generally we tell the stories of people who are
doing something different and fascinating or
have achieved something. Whether it's in
journalism or books, plays and movies, we
tend to think that some people have interesting
stories to tell while the vast majority of people
don't.
But as I thought about those former
schoolmates whose smooth expectant faces
had shone out from the pages of my old
yearbooks and whose world -worn bodies had
come to the reunion, I began to think it's a
failure on the part of us storytellers who see
some stories as worthwhile telling while others
aren't. Even those with the most outwardly
uninteresting stories — those who perhaps never
married, never had kids and who worked at
monotonous jobs — still had stories to tell that
deserved more than a five-minute conversation
at a reunion.
Every former student from every school and
college, every resident of your community and
every reader of this newspaper has a
fascinating life -story to tell. We just need to
take the time to hear the story they might not
think is worth telling. We need not wait until
their funeral to hear how interesting these
people are.
Let Garth Brooks' words ring true
Over the past several days, one topic of
conversation has been dominating my
discussions with people: the upcoming
municipal election.
Unlike previous elections, where the
discussions were about the people running or
what council may end up looking like, these
discussions have been along the lines of, "Who
can we possibly get to run?"
And when I say we, I mean we as in the
voters of the East Wawanosh and Blyth Wards
of North Huron and the voters of Morris-
Turnberry. (I include myself with the voters of
Morris-Turnberry because whatever decision
they make will undoubtedly influence my
Tuesday evenings.)
Morris-Turnberry is in better shape than
North Huron because, with four council
members and one reeve candidate, they are
only one nomination off of a full council.
North Huron, however, has an election for
reeve and, an election for the Wingham Ward,
but nothing for its other two wards, which is
troubling to say the least.
I've heard the complaints about running for
council, everything from "You can't change
anything" to "It's all about Wingham" and I'm
not going to sugarcoat anything: there is a lot
you can't change and a lot of discussions that
do happen are about Wingham. I understand
why people may not want to run but we need
someone to run.
Like I said, it's true there are many things
you won't be able to change, but you can make
a difference. You can help shape important
parts of the municipality that will guide the
community as it develops in the future.
I'm not going to sit here and tell you it's a
way to get rich or that it will always be
exciting, but it is an important, necessary
function that helps to make sure the
community doesn't grow according to the
whims of a few different people. As a matter of
fact, if it were up to me, there would be term
limits in place for council.
I realize I'm talking out of both sides of my
mouth here, bemoaning the fact that we don't
have anyone running while at the same time
saying we should limit who can and can't run.
There is no "but" there, no "however,",that's
just me acknowledging that I'm asking for my
cake and eating it too. Cake, however, isn't
likely the best example here. Cake is decadent,
cake is optional. This is more like I'm asking
for my bread and water and devouring it like a
man lost in the desert.
The two notions are connected and they can
both be true. For this election we need good
people who can lead these municipalities into
the future. After that, we need to put in place
some measure of control to make sure the
same people aren't directing the municipality
for years upon years.
I'm not talking single -term rules or anything
like that, but I think, if you can't accomplish
what you set out to do in two terms (nearly a
decade), maybe it's time to step aside and let
someone else take your place.
I say that as someone whose time at The
Citizen is just past eight years, having started
before the second -to -last municipal election.
Back to this election: it doesn't have to be a
life-long commitment. As a matter of fact, if
you ask me, it shouldn't be.
Put your name out there, talk to some
people, create a platform and run and try, in
the first four-year term, to make a difference.
As long as you try, that's what matters.
Accomplish what you set out to do in four or
eight years and then leave. Let someone else
take over. Make sure you talk to people, and
encourage them to be a part of it, but don't stay
on council with the intent of finishing
something that you've already spent eight
years on because, trust me on this, it's
probably not going to happen.
When you have that lens, that you can stop
being a councillor when you feel you've made
the community better, the job may not seem as
onerous and ominous as it can when you look
at people who have been involved in politics
for decades.
I think that's one thing that may stop people
from putting their name forward. They hear
the stories about people who have been
councillors for most of their adult lives, the
ones who can't leave because they still feel
they have work to do, and they get scared that
they are going to be roped into this often
thanldess position for the rest of their lives.
In a healthy system, that wouldn't be a
problem. Participation would be encouraged
and we would have a healthy turnover of
council members encouraging new ideas to be
brought to the table.
Anyway, I'm getting a bit off -topic here.
Blyth, East Wawanosh and Morris-Turnberry
need some good folks to step forward.
And to answer your question (or statement,
if you're feeling brash), Shawn and I can't run
in the election. Trust me, we have ideas about
how to run North Huron, but the simple fact is
you need to trust your journalists and there's
no way to trust a politician who is literally
writing his own press.
So run. No matter how bad you think you
might be, you're better than an empty chair.
As promised, politics, like life, "is not tried
it is merely survived if you're standing outside
the fire"
Shawn
Loughlin
Shawn's Sense
The facts of life
Explaining "the facts of life" to someone
has always been a staple in the law
enforcement vernacular. It usually
comes into play during a discussion with
someone accused of committing a crime when
police officers are done negotiating.
If a man's accused of killing someone, let's
say, and a detective is interrogating him and
the accused is being cagey — not co-operating
or answering questions directly — the officer
may opt to "explain the facts of life" to the
man, laying out the department's evidence and
the reality of the situation and the fact that the
man, if found guilty by trial, could spend the
rest of his life in prison. That is, unlesss, the
accused accepts a deal and makes life easier on
investigating police, lawyers, the courts, etc.
The term is also used in the world of politics.
My view of elections — and the reason things
change so little from President to President or
Prime Minister to Prime Minister — is that
election promises are easy to make when
you're not in office.
But then, as has become a regular refrain
from voters, election promises fall by the
wayside. This is why so often people vote for
the same party or for the person to whom they
can most relate. You can't trust a platform or a
promise (or a politician, really) they'll say.
I have always envisioned this reality check
on a leader's first day coming in the form of a
large dossier being thumped down on the desk
of the new leader right after being sworn in. In
this dossier are the facts of life — full of
information not for public consumption that
truly explains the nation's position on things
like finances, taxes, trade, etc. Taxes can't be
cut like you promised because of this, or that
program can't be cut because of that.
It's for these reasons, I've always assumed,
that the previous government, whomever it
may be, wasn't as bad as I thought it was and
why the new government, whomever it may
be, isn't as revolutionary as I thought it'd be.
Take, for example, former U.S. President
Barack Obama's election pledge for change.
He promised a whole new approach to
government. And while it was refreshing for
many to have a young, black president who
was the envy of many around the world, very
little actually changed for a variety of reasons,
and what did change was quickly dismantled
by incoming President Donald Trump.
Two current leaders, however, are flying in
the face of how I always thought politics
worked. Both the aforementioned Trump and
Premier Doug Ford have made sweeping
changes since coming into office. It appears
the big "facts of life" dossier mustn't have
made it past the mailroom in these regimes.
They've both made changes that have
resulted in many residents looking to their
partners and say, "surely he can't do that?" or
"there's no way he could cancel that, could
he?" They've simply gone ahead and done it.
South of the border, Trump is drastically
changing his country's tune on immigration
with his travel ban and "The Wall", while here
in Ontario, Ford is cutting and slashing. Thus
far, unfortunately, many of these decisions
have left our local MPP Lisa Thompson as the
scapegoat (though a willing one), whether it's
turning their backs on further First Nations
education or the controversial decision to
revert to a 20 -year-old sexual education
curriculum for the coming school year.
Whether it's Trump or Ford, these leaders
are redefining their ability to change the
course of history and breaking free of their
shackles of government. For them, for better or
worse, the facts of life don't seem to apply.