Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.
Melanie Beattie
World Teachers Day
Who was your favourite teacher? I would wager that you remember more about their ways than about the subject material they taught. You might recall with appreciation how they supported you with gentle encouragement. In fact, “Nine-tenths of education is encouragement", states the 19th century , French novelist and writer, Antoine French.
As an educator myself, I recall my grade twelve biology teacher. She modelled for me the necessity of being an enthusiastic teacher. Although she had taught certain lessons numerous times, she still enthusiastically joined us in the wonders as we dissected our first earthworm.
My biology teacher must have seen in me the potential educator. She placed her trust in me to teach her biology class when she was confined to our care centre with pleurisy. I was her substitute teacher.
“Nine tenths of education is encouragement ”
Each evening after supper in the dining room I would head to her temporary room in the infirmary. At her bedside on second floor, I would receive my one-to-one lesson on blood vessels, heart valves and all things related to the functioning of the human circulatory system. The next morning, buoyed up by the confidence she placed in me, I would bravery pass on my newly acquired knowledge to my peers.
The one advantage Sister gave me, the student teacher, was a handwritten note from her to read to my classmates. The note clearly stated that we were responsible for the unit on the circulatory system, and on her return to class, we could expect a test!
World Teachers Day on October 5th offers us an opportunity to reflect back on our school days and remember that particular teacher or hopefully teachers who offered us support through encouragement that impacted our lives.
Let us celebrate World Teachers Day as Teacher Appreciation Day.
-Sister Nancy Wales, CSJ
A Journey Through Wildfire Evacuation
August 13, 2023, was a typical Sunday morning. My plans for the day were to attend Mass at Assumption Parish, Hay River and then possibly travel down the highway to catch the last part of the music jamboree in the hamlet of Enterprise. That afternoon our lives would be changed, and our plans up-ended.
I returned from Mass but did not like the look of the sky, it was too yellow. After watching the Blue Jays baseball game, I noticed a ridge of grey clouds in the sky toward town. The ridge grew deeper, and I thought, ‘There is a fire in the sky.’ As I drove into town, vehicles were lined up at the first gas station and many vehicles were heading out of town. By the time I reached the second gas station, with more than 50 vehicles on either side of the pumps, a huge, ominous mushroom cloud had covered the whole town, black and grey. At that moment, the alert came across my phone to evacuate immediately. Having been in Fort Simpson for two days, I had only a quarter tank of gas, not enough to get very far.
Friends, Gertie and Don, “adopted” me and my cat Ts’udaa, and eventually we headed to High Level, Alberta. We would be there for five weeks. As an evacuee, I was blessed to be in a comfortable home, unlike others who fled with their campers or were in a hotel room in various cities and towns throughout Alberta and beyond.
All photos by Sister Maggie
We received daily updates from the Town of Hay River and from NWT Fire. Never have I been more interested and concerned about the direction of wind and its speed of gusts. I have learned so many terms related to firefighting such as duff, blacklining, breaching perimeters, and back-burning. An amazing fact is that when the smoke was too intense and thick that the water bombers and helicopters with buckets could not fly due to poor visibility, the smoke shielded the sun. As the sun was shielded, it allowed the air below to cool and the ground crews could make headway building the perimeters. At times the “duff”, which is the leaves, twigs, and vegetation on the forest floor that is “returned to Mother Earth”, was at times three feet deep. The bulldozers and crew with shovels removed the vegetation, water bombers soaked the area, and then planes dropped fire retardant. This was to build a protective perimeter around our town. When the fire advanced it would hopefully not breach the “blacklining” but extinguish itself. And it worked, thankfully!
When we received word, after 5 weeks, that it was safe to return home, we knew it would be an emotional drive. The small hamlet of Enterprise that had been celebrating a music jamboree that Sunday morning, was 85% gone, the small community/neighborhood of Patterson Road was completely gone, as we neared Hay River vast expanses of trees had burned. In other sections trees had intentionally been cut down to reduce the fuel to feed the advancing fire. There were still many hotspots and smoking embers.
That first night home after I had gone to bed, I noticed a brightness in the sky. Going to my window, I saw a small stream of Northern Lights. I picked up Ts’udaa and we stood on the front deck for several minutes. The sky was star-studded and there was a gentle stream of white lights. It was as if our Creator was saying, “Welcome home. All will be well.”
Pictured here, trees cut intentionally so as not to become fuel for fire.
The first week home I was very emotional and on guard. The look in the sky and the direction and strength of the wind caused me to be on guard. Helicopters continued to fly over my house carrying buckets of water to hotspots. I went to town in those early days of returning, and three sentences were spoken as we met each other; “Welcome home”. “How are you?” “Where were you?” We often spoke softly and hugged. Many emotions still too close to the surface.
As I met firefighters in town I would stop and thank them, tears welling up in my eyes. Their response was, “We are happy we could bring you home. It is what we do. It is a privilege, this work.” Several jurisdictions from Alberta sent pumper trucks and crew. Fire crews from many provinces and countries such as New Zealand and South Africa joined in the fight to save our town.
Still, after these days and weeks it is very emotional to recount the events of August 13 and the following days of evacuation and the drive home.
During evacuation, the many prayers, phone calls, texts and emails were a tremendous support, not only to me, but to the crews in their tireless efforts.
Although difficult amidst such trauma and devastation, it is important to realize that the life of the forest depends on fire, naturally. It is the heat of the fire that allows the cones to release their seeds so new growth can take place. We know that next spring there will be new growth, bright green amid the charred trees still standing and beautiful purple fireweed will bloom.
-Sister Maggie Beaudette, CSJ
Local Crops that Feed the World
This summer, while travelling the highways and byways of our beautiful countryside, did you ever wonder what happens to the crops in the fields along the way after they are harvested? Well, here’s one answer. Tucked into the landscape on Hwy. 8 in southwestern Ontario is the pretty town of Mitchell. Set off to the left amid the fields ripe for the harvest and down a lane sits a constellation of huge silos and dryers waiting to receive the precious mature grains from the millions of acres of crops grown in the miles of surrounding fields.
A small army of skilled workers labor year-round and especially during the summer months at Mitchell’s mammoth grain elevators to receive the bountiful harvest of corn, canola, soybeans, white beans, etc. Following the harvest, these grains are hauled by an assortment of huge trucks and grain wagons to the waiting elevators where they are sorted and dried, if necessary. Then, the produce is poured into various sized bags and bins and shipped worldwide. Some of the countries receiving the grains include the USA, Europe, England, Australia New Zealand, and parts of Africa.
My nephew has been employed at the Mitchell grain elevators for several decades. On chatting with him recently, I was amazed as he related the daily process to prepare crops from field to destination to ensure that the product will make its way around the world to feed the hungry in foreign lands. This scenario is repeated many times in grain elevators that dot the land throughout our countryside. Indeed, across Canada, many other foods are grown locally and exported to distant places. Think of potatoes from PEI, grains, and a variety of vegetables from Ontario, wheat from the prairie provinces, delicious apples from Beautiful BC as well as dairy products from most provinces. These are a fraction of products grown in Canada’s fields and greenhouses.
Not all land in Canada is arable. We must pay close attention to protecting rural areas and precious farm soil. I’m sure you’ve heard the recent saying, “They’re not making land anymore”. Therefore, I wonder how a group of greedy developers could convince Ontario’s premier to dip into Toronto’s Green Belt and destroy thousands of acres of precious protected land! Thank God for the uprising of thousands of voices that caused the Ontario government to reverse its decision and enable the Green Belt to continue to help feed the world for generations to come.
-Sister Jean Moylan, CSJ
IMAGE: Unsplash/Ant Rozetsky
