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Saint Monday and the Fishery in Newfoundland and Labrador (Part 3 of 3)

Saint Monday and the Fishery in Newfoundland and Labrador (Part 3 of 3)

Newfoundland Cod Fishing

Cod fishing on the Newfoundland Banks (Source: Wikipedia, Public Domain).

In Britain, the veneration for Saint Monday played a significant role in strengthening the rights of people working in the numerous industries which burgeoned with the industrial revolution. Regardless, the fishery was one industry where Saint Monday had little to no effect. Why was that?

By the eighteenth century, when the industrial revolution was gaining ground, Britain had also profited from its migratory fishery in Newfoundland and Labrador1 for a couple of centuries.

This is a brief discussion focussing on Newfoundland and Labrador, one of the places in the world where the fishery has defined all aspects of life. Yet, it was a place where Saint Monday failed to lay its mark.

At its heart, Saint Monday was essentially a means by which the people could express their dissatisfaction with their waning rights. As we know, it was the Saturday half-holiday and other efforts to improve the lives of the people that witnessed the decline of Saint Monday.

The Newfoundland and Labrador fishery evolved without the contribution of activities such as Saint Monday. Although. as the fishery developed, is it possible there were means by which the fishers were able to improve their rights without the aid of Saint Monday?

Brief Evolution of the Newfoundland and Labrador Fishery

The fishery evolved in Newfoundland and Labrador from 1497, when John Cabot first sailed along its shores, astonished by the vast abundance of cod. Upon his return to Britain, the news of the discovery no doubt passed from port to port.

Afterwards, fishing crews from around Europe, French and Portuguese as well as from the Basque Country descended on the treasure-filled waters of the New World. The English and Spanish soon followed, equally keen to plunder the newly discovered resources.

Basque Rowboat

A Basque rowboat recovered from the Red Bay site, exhibited at the local museum (Source: Magicpiano – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0).

This generally became known as the migratory fishery. In this instance, the fishers arrived in Newfoundland and Labrador, undertook their fishing, returning thereafter to their homes in Europe.

Already at this point in its development in the 16th century, the fishery had developed differently from the industries most commonly associated with the later industrial revolution. Simply to complete the work efficiently, the approach to fishery was factory-like. Different workers undertook varying tasks, thus dividing the labour, an approach typical of the industrial revolution that would develop in a couple ofcenturies.

Treaty of Utrecht

With the Treaty of Utrecht, the peace treaty which brought an end to the War of the Spanish Succession rewarded Newfoundland to Britain (Source: Wikipedia By Abraham Allard, Public Domain).

In time, Britain, after hard-fought means and methods largely tied to war, had emerged as the sole holder of the fishery in Newfoundland and Labrador. By the seventeenth century, efforts were underway to actually settle. Initially, this was in the form of sponsored settlement.

Although, over time, more and more people from Britain and Ireland arrived simply a seeking better life in Newfoundland and Labrador. The families who settled would increasingly fish for their personal use, but largely for the purposes of selling their catches to merchants based in Britain.

Method of Fishing

By the nineteenth century, the people who had settled in Newfoundland and Labrador undertook the fishery . At this time, a cashless economy undergirded the fishery.

Known as the truck system, fishers would rely on merchants for all their needs—clothes, fishing gear, foodstufffs. The products would be given on credit. Then, at the close of the fishing season, merchants would establish the price of the fish, as well as the goods based on what they expected to receive for the fish on the international market. Often, the merchant could manipulate prices to ensure a profit.

Newfoundland Fishery

Source: Wikipedia. Painting by Charles Napier Hemy – oil on canvas 46 × 61 cm (18.1 × 24 in), Public Domain.

The system was readily open to manipulation for the benefit of the merchant. In the Amulree Commission Report in 1933, Lord Amulree summed up the challenges of the truck system.

“Money did not change hands; indeed, it could have been said with truth only a few years ago that there were families in Newfoundland who had never seen money in their lives. Under this system, very similar to the old truck system in England, large fortunes were made by the merchants; the fishermen, though saved from the danger of destitution, were little more than serfs with no hope of becoming independent.”

Uncertain Position of Merchants

While this generally reflected the nature of the relationship between fisher and merchant, there were additional details to bear in mind.

David A. MacDonald examined the further intricacies of the relationship in the fishery of the nineteenth century, revealing greater complexity than Lord Amulree’s interpretation suggested.

In “They Cannot Pay us in Money,” MacDonald focussed on Newman and Company, a firm headquartered in London, with three depots in Newfoundland. As any business would readily acknowledge, it’s best to establish a monopoly. As such, it would be a situation where a single merchant monopolises the catches obtained by various fishers. This was the goal. As MacDonald explained, “Through the supplying system Newmans struggled to control producers and to establish monopsonistic2 power, but they never fully succeeded.”

Perhaps at a certain time, it was readily possible for a merchant to be assured sole access to the catches. However, this did not take into account the competition resulting from other nations who were all too keen to garner the catches of Newfoundland fishers. These other nations sold the codfish on its own or as bait to catch other fish in the ‘bait fishery.’

Newman and Company tried other methods to alleviate the problems they faced. The company placed stipulations on the fishers, stating all the fish caught by the fishers must be delivered to Newmans. Moreover, fishers were to obtain all their goods from Newmans’ stores. Fishers would also only obtain goods based on the average catch over three years.

Overall, the attempts of Newmans to better control trade with the fishers failed. Bad debts eventually overwhelmed the company. Rival traders tempted the fishers with credit for the supplies they required. Then, to combat this, Newmans’ agents would give out more supplies on credit. But given the uncertainty, the company set itself up for a loss. Balancing of their books in the autumn increasingly left them in the red.

In some of their depots, they could no longer afford to advance winter supplies upon receiving the catch in the autumn. Furthermore, Newman and Company made other changes. With the upcoming winter, goods would no longer be given on the basis of credit, but on barter. So, the trade was now based on an actual product rather than the promise of one as with credit. Nonetheless, by 1898, Newmans simply wanted to be out of the trading business.

Added Leverage

While this example was only based on one particular company, there’s no reason to believe the situation was not a common approach simply due to the competition amongst the merchants. This gave the fishers added leverage.

If the fishers were unable to obtain credit from one merchant, it was more than possible to obtain it from another. Likewise, there was no reason to not seek the best deal for their fish amongst the various merchants. Competition amongst the merchants had increased.

So, in a sense, for fishers, there really was no need for a Saint Monday. Perhaps initially, the use of credit granted to the fisher in exchange for fish to “repay” the merchant bound them together, leaving the fisher at a disadvantage.

Although, as the fishery expanded, it came to include multiple merchants who would be more than accepting of methods that would undermine their fellow merchants. For example, the merchants could offer fishers a better price for the fish. Ultimately, fishers were able to benefit from the competition.

Bearing this in mind, fishers were able to obtain a better deal for their fish, something for which they were fully in their rights to do. Thus, the underlying goal of Saint Monday could be achieved. Perhaps this is why, in the end, for the fishery, there was no need to celebrate Saint Monday.

Sources

Angus, Ian 2024 “Intensive Fishing and the Birth of Capitalism, Part 1” https://climateandcapitalism.com/2021/02/03/intensive-fishing-and-the-birth-of-capitalism/

Angus, Ian 2024 “Intensive Fishing and the Birth of Capitalism, Part 2” https://climateandcapitalism.com/2021/03/08/intensive-fishing-and-the-birth-of-capitalism-part-2/

Angus, Ian 2024 “Intensive Fishing and the Birth of Capitalism, Part 3” https://climateandcapitalism.com/2021/04/05/intensive-fishing-and-the-birth-of-capitalism-part-3/

Angus, Ian 2024 “Intensive Fishing and the Birth of Capitalism, Part 4”

Heritage of Newfoundland and Labrador 2024 “Settling In” https://www.heritage.nf.ca/nl-studies-2205/chapter-3-topic-1.pdf

Hong, Robert 2024 “Amulree Report Project” https://www.heritage.nf.ca/articles/politics/pdf/amulee-report-1933.pdf

MacDonald, David A. 1989 “https://www.erudit.org/en/journals/acadiensis/1989-v19-n1-acadiensis_19_1/acad19_1rn01.pdf.”

Acadiensis, 19(1), 142–156.

Endnotes

1This region would’ve been known solely as Newfoundland.

2 A market situation in which the product or service of several sellers is sought by only one buyer (The Free Dictionary).

Sharing Moments of Grace

Sharing Moments of Grace

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He looked with shock at her face, their eyes fixed on one another. Looking at him coolly, she had but a few words. “Go clean out your desk. I don’t know, just leave.” Shelby turned to her computer, certain he’d take the less than subtle hint she was finished. He did and quietly closing the door, a click she heard distinctly.

She slammed her fist onto the desk, a residual expression of anger bubbling to the surface. Whether it was from what she’d just done or the papers lying on her desk stating the divorce was final, shadows darkened her mood. No matter. She turned her attention beck to the work she wanted to complete before they took a break over the Christmas holidays. Her head turned to the door when she heard a familiar knock.

“Yes Peter,” she said. He opened the door, just standing there staring at her. She matched his glare.

“What is it?”

“You know you can’t do what you just did.”
“Why not? I just did do it,” she said, a hint of defiance in her tone.

“Do you really think, of all people, Ben’s first stop won’t be his lawyer?” he said, sitting down.

“So what? I had my reasons for getting rid of him and that’s that.”

“Yes, he tends to overstep the mark at times. But who among us doesn’t do that? In a more favourable light, it’d be called, taking the initiative. If he makes a formal complaint, I mean this could go all the way to the top. Is that what you want?” Peter said with a touch of sympathy smoothing his words. “Come on. You do realise it’s a few days from Christmas and well, it’s a bit Scrooge-like to be firing someone now, don’t ya think?” Shelby looked up at him, her face hardening to any words urging supplication.

“Well, he’s free to make his stance with Elliot. I can fully justify the reasoning behind my actions.”

“Yes, you’re friends with Elliot. But he’s still the CEO and will have to abide by decisions for the sake of his company. And we all know, however much his ways can sometimes be an irritant, Ben is an unquestionable asset to the company. Don’t you think Elliot is going to bear that in mind?” Shelby sat listening, nervously clenching and unclenching her hands.

She looked up at him, her face taut. Lifting her hands to her head and smoothing back her hair, Shelby pushed back her chair and rose. “Okay. I’ve gotta get out of here.” Closing her laptop, she put on her jacket. “If there are any problems, I’m sure you can take care of them. Anything of earth-shattering importance, you can phone me. I’ll be around, she said, holding her door open for Peter to leave before she locked it.

Walking out, she kept her head down, sure eyes would be on her as she left. At the moment, Shelby couldn’t care less whether they were all wounded by the apparent injustice bestowed on the heavenly Ben. “Give me a break,” she thought, pressing the button to call the elevator.

Getting into her car, Shelby wondered whether she should stop at the service centre and get them to check her tires. Closing her eyes, all she could think about was getting out of the city. Right now, all she wanted was for the world to leave her alone. Turning on the heat, she drove off.

Thinking of her now ex-husband, she couldn’t resist hoping the worst for him and his new young bit of fluff that had turned his head. Shelby was certain they’d soon hear wedding bells. Then in a few years, when Miss Bit of Fluff started sagging and showing the inevitable signs of age, off she’d go. But Shelby thought, there was little doubt little Miss Bit of Fluff would exert every means by which to hold back time—dye job, gym membership, some strategic cosmetic surgery.

Here it was almost Christmas and she had nothing to show for it. Since Mum and Dad were both gone, she couldn’t go there for the holidays. Her younger brother always went to his wife’s family. She rolled her eyes. “Whatever,” she thought, turning the radio volume up. In the end, she just went home and thought she’d drive through the night and into the morning. She should be able to get to her older brother’s place in Twillingate by nine or so in the morning.

Shelby wasn’t entirely sure what she’d do about her tire. Although, she figured she’d be able to stop in at the next service centre, do something there. She just wanted to leave. Her mind kept returning to her ex-husband’s transgressions. But what did he care. There was nothing to roughen his path. Besides, he’d just been promoted. Didn’t matter. So what if everything was wonderful for him.

She quietly prepared for her journey. Preferring to travel in the wee hours, she was sure to have the road to herself. After pouring some tea into her travel mug, she turned up the radio and set off. There were hardly any cars on the road allowing her to drive in peace.

She was listening to an audiobook when she heard a thump, thump, thump and Shelby slowed down, moving off to the side of the road. Coming to a stop, she rested her head back, shutting her eyes tightly. “Damn it! Just what I need,” she said to herself. There was a bit of snow on the ground here, but not much. Getting out of the car, she looked at her tires and then found the culprit.

She got back into the car, pausing for a moment. “Okay, no problem. It’ll just take about twenty minutes to change and then I can get to the service place by my brother,” she said to herself. Putting on her jacket and grabbing her flashlight, Shelby got out. She unlocked the back of the car, taking out everything she needed to put on the spare tire.

Jacking up the car, her mind wandered to what she’d done in the morning. But she sternly resisted thinking she’d overreacted. Another one of the workers had complained about him and so, that’s never good. She began to unscrew the lugnuts, standing up to use her full weight.

Looking up, she saw a truck pull in behind. Just great, a good Samaritan I’ll have to inform ‘I do know how to change a tire, thank you very much.’ She smiled at him.

“Hey, why don’t you let me help you with that?” He was tall and stout, dressed in jeans and a lumber jacket, a toque pulled over his head. “Oh, I can see ya know what you’re doing. I don’t mean anything against your ability to change your tire,” he said. She hadn’t realised her face must’ve made it clear she didn’t want help.

“Yes, I can easily change the tire myself, so you needn’t bother,” she said, hoping that’d be enough to get him to leave her alone.

“Listen, why don’t you let me do the honours for ya? Consider it a Christmas gift. From me to you for doing your tire and from you to me, for letting me do your tire.” At any other time, she’d refuse to give in to his emotional blackmail. But what harm would it do if she let him do it. She reckoned as he said, it was Christmas, after all.

“Okay,” she said, sighing. He smiled, taking the lugwrench and immediately bending down to loosen the lugnuts. She leaned against the car, her mind awhirl with everything that seemed to have gone wrong in her life. Shelby closed her eyes, attempting to clear her mind, distancing herself from those thoughts.

“So, where are you headed, if you don’t mind me asking?” he said as he worked.

“Going to visit someone.”

“Ah, well it’s a good time to drive,” he said. He continued to unscrew the lugnuts. Shelby was lost in her thoughts, her face, taut and stern. He looked at her. “Bad day at the office?” She turned her head towards him, startled by the comment.

“Huh?” She had only grasped what he’d said after a moment. “Ah, well. It wasn’t great.” He’d begun to attach the spare tire. “I’ve had better, I guess.” She gave a wry laugh. When he’d finished, he got up and leaned against the car alongside her.

“Yeah, we all have our crosses to bear, my mum always used to say.” Another pause as they watched the sun slowly rise. She glanced towards him as he gazed into the sky, his face at peace, yet with troubled eyes. Shelby looked down.

There’s that moment when a person, although absorbed by their own difficulties and trials, they still take the time to lay their own troubles aside. “How about you? Where are you headed?” she said.

“Me? Ah, I’m headed to Deer Lake for my little brother’s funeral,” he said.

“O, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“No worries. He had cancer. So, it’s more a relief he’s gone and no longer in pain.” She nodded her head, not sure what else to do. “It’s gonna be sunrise soon.” She just smiled, not feeling particularly talkative. “Hey, would ya look at that?” Shelby looked to where he was pointing. “That’s stunning.” The sky had lightened enough, showing a layer of pearlescent crimson gold below a deep velvety purple.

As she regarded the sky, its beauty seemed to sweep over her, loosening and disentangling the knots in her body. She could feel the tension in her shoulder muscles releasing.

“My daughter told me it was winter solstice today,” he said to Shelby. “I didn’t think anything of it. But this is amazing.” They stood in silence as the colours in the sky slowly transformed. “It’s tremendous, isn’t it?” he said, elated at what they were witnessing. “It’s just almost overwhelming. So vast.”

Shelby remembered her mum telling her all those years back how important it was to somehow feel connected to something greater than oneself. And looking at the sky, she felt lovingly engulfed by its magnificence. “Yes. It is indeed out of this world,” she said, barely a whisper. They stood for a while longer.

“Well, I better get going,” he said. He rolled the flat tire to the back of her car and then put it away. He told her he put everything into her car.

“Thanks.” She looked at him, a hint of a smile painting her face. “I mean it.” He smiled and winked as he got into his truck, waving as he drove off. Resting in her car, Shelby closed her eyes feeling how comforting it had been to share those moments of grace as they watched the sky illuminate.

Pulling out her phone, she sent a text to Peter to get in touch with Ben. She wrote, “Tell him I regret what I did and to please accept my sincere apologies. And if he‘s willing, he’d be more than welcome to return when we come back on the 30th. Wish him a pleasant winter solstice and a Merry Christmas, too, for me.”

Saint Monday—Rights of Passage (Part 2 of 3)

Saint Monday—Rights of Passage (Part 2 of 3)

Saint Monday, or the People’s Holiday, a Pic-nic at Hampton Court (Source: Look and Learn).

The discordance between the working class and the industry owners was bound to incur the ire and to a certain degree, fear of those who purportedly held the reins of the society—the government and industry owners themselves. The problem of enforcing discipline and an adherence to the clock was particularly a challenge in industrial villages in Britain, textile centres and the metropolis. The control by the factory owners demanded obedience without granting of rights and responsibilities to the people.

Unsteady employment and class antagonism compounded this unstable environment. As a result, owners naturally possessed weakened social control (Malcolmson 161). These concerns resonated in the minds of industry owners and other members of society at the frontline of change and was essentially what Saint Monday symbolised.

However, as with any separation, following the tenets of the rites of passage, what followed was a transformation. Anything of this sort didn’t occur in only one part of society, the working classes for instance. Rather, it was a shift in society as a whole with the two discordant structures—pre- and post-industrialisation—seeking a point of balance. Both factory worker or owner required time and a certain amount of societal adaptation and adjustment to ease themselves into the different structure.

This was the period in which Thomas Paine wrote his Rights of Man. Such a work reverberated with the call for society to change and transform. It wasn’t a matter of denying and resisting industrialisation as much as the need for better conditions for the increasingly defined working class. Often, the call was not against the progress defined by industrialisation.

Rather, people such as Paine fought for the rights of the working class—the men, women and children in the factories powered by steam engines. With industrialisation, the separation felt by the working class and symbolised by the observance of Saint Monday could only begin to transform when the rights of people could be reinstated and strengthened. This was ultimately an element of their culture that had been misplaced within an unfamiliar socio-cultural and economic system.

Thomas Paine

Thomas Paine, copy by Auguste Millière, after an engraving by William Sharp, after George Romney, circa 1876 (1792) (Wikimedia Commons).

According to previous writings by Thomas Paine, the underlying precept was that the governing of a society existed within the realm of common sense, a book he published in 17761 while residing in the United States. It looked through the opacity of the monarchy and government and sought to level the field between those occupying the “higher” and “lower” tiers of society.

These transformations within society, of which customs such as Saint Monday were a part, depended upon people feeling they were deriving from their work what they were investing. In discussing the discontent felt by the working classes of society, Paine made a simple and yet poignant statement:

“Whatever the apparent cause of any riots may be, the real one is always a want of happiness. It shows that something is wrong in the system of government, that injures the felicity by which society is to be preserved” (166).

Robert Owen by William Henry Brooke, Public Domain (Wikimedia Commons).

In this same vein, men such as Robert Owen emerged as a paragon of society. Owen owned the New Lanark mills where part of his objective, along with a successful business, was to improve the lives of his workers. He encouraged the ‘formation of character’, the idea being “. . . to create a more moral, humane, kind, active, and educated workforce by providing an environment in which such traits could be nourished from childhood onward” (Claeys x).

Often referred to as ‘paternal’ discipline, the approach preferred by Owen allowed him to transform the workforce when he first arrived at the New Lanark mills to one “. . . renowned throughout Europe both for its approach to labour and for the quality of its cotton thread” (Claeys ix). He even provided medical care and established a sick fund with mandatory contributions2. Owen was guided by a vision for his product. At the same time, he adhered to a deep-seated ethic towards the people who would manufacture that product.

As with Thomas Paine, these efforts were integral in the transformation of the society. Think again of the words of William Loveless. Resisting change, the words eagerly sought a return to the ways of a former era. At the same time, the words encouraged people to enjoy the “fruits of our toil.” A person could simply feel they were of value within their society. There was a desire for some form of reciprocity to exist between the worker and the employer.

In many ways, this was what the efforts of Thomas Paine and Robert Owen worked to inject into the new socio-economic world brought by industrialisation. Certainly the efforts of Robert Owen were very clearly an attempt to forge the creation and nurturing of a community within the confines of his mill. It was against this backdrop of transformation that Saint Monday began to falter.

The steam engine functioned in the decline of Saint Monday. It also worked in tandem with the development of the Saturday half-holiday. Together, these changes were indicative of a society that was shifting and adapting to industrialisation. Thomas Paine and Robert Owen both expounding the value and rights of workers—men, women and unfortunately children who weren’t exempt from the rigours of factory work—assisted the changes.

In this context, Charles Iles in 1862 commented how once the steam-engine started, regular work hours would be more rigorously enforced. He informed his workers that if they were not willing to work on Mondays, he would have to let them go (Reid 85). The steam-engine meant that in a factory, it was possible to work day and night—the idea of a task-oriented endeavour no longer being possible. People soon began to demand fixed hours.

Together, the more widespread use of steam power and the Saturday half-holiday spelled the doom of Saint Monday. During the middle part of the nineteenth century this new holiday was put in place3. It was largely in response to the needs of the factory owners who were increasingly turning to steam power and needed a disciplined workforce willing to keep regular hours.

Alongside steampower, the half-holiday thoroughly altered the lives of the working class (Thane 282). Monday had previously been used for celebrations such as weddings. However, with the Saturday half-holiday, people cleaved to this day for weddings. As time progressed leisure shifted to Saturdays rather than the Monday (Reid 87). As a result, the workers would be more amenable to working on Monday if they could use the half-holiday for their own needs.

These developments might suggest that people were merely ‘putty’ in the hands of factory owners and the government ready to be guided and moulded as the latter saw fit. However, we have seen how Saint Monday was religiously observed. E.P. Thompson, an English historian, socialist and peace campaigner, asserted how the culture of tradition persisted, acting as a form of resistance and rebellion (Rule 182). The Saturday half-holiday or the use of steam power were a part of the accommodations that helped appease the complaints of the people. They wanted to have a certain degree of freedom and they wanted to believe they had rights within the new socio-economic system.

Along similar lines, the movements referred to earlier helped to ensure rights and freedoms. For instance, what was known as the Chartist period in Britain achieved advances for the working class. There was a form of adaptation whereby the actions of the working class permitted the opposing perspectives to find a common ground.

In Britain, the People’s Charter demanded rights for the people unheard of in the past with assertions for the right to vote, equal electoral districts, vote by ballot and annually elected Parliaments. Once the rights were addressed, or at the very least placed into the consciousness of people, both the working class as well as the owners of industry, it was possible to permit Saint Monday, a relict of a previous socio-cultural and economic system, to lapse.

As such, the decline of Saint Monday was part of a transformation in the society. Saint Monday acted as a form of resistance in its capacity as a symbol of a previous way of life. Following these transformations, the developments of the nineteenth century witnessed a reincorporation.

In reference to reincorporation, it was something that occurred at the scale of the society at large and not solely the working classes. There was give and take required on both sides that witnessed a shift in the socio-economic system. With the arrival of the 1870s, most members of the working class regarded industrial capitalism, the underlying economy of the industrial revolution led by landowners, merchants, financiers and industrialists, as a given.

A considerable amount of national introspection in Britain occurred with a focus on the vanguards of industry—factories and agriculture. By the latter part of the nineteenth century, many official enquiries investigated these areas of industry. Royal Commissions examined the Poor Law and issues pertaining to employment, especially of women and children in factories and mines, education, housing and other social concerns. Officials also looked at the role agriculture played in the industrial economies of the day (Mingay 69).

By this time, the poles characterised by the working classes and the industry owners, through the transformations of earlier efforts began to dislodge and gravitate toward a medial point—a reincorporation of two disparate perspectives. The rights the working classes sought were gradually being addressed and granted a place of value in the new socio-cultural and economic system.

Political and social reforms during the 1838s and 1840s reformed legislation such as the Poor Law in 1847 forcing the traditional ruling class and owners of capital to further accommodate the working class (Brown 119). Reincorporation was less a matter of moulding and bringing into line the working classes than establishing new developments possessing a greater degree of reciprocity.

With all these changes, the observance of Saint Monday did not disappear completely. There were places which remained sufficiently task-oriented where this custom remained a ‘holiday’ to punctuate the weekly round. Even in the early part of the twentieth century, some employers lamented their inability to control their workers. At this time, some miners persisted with their recognition of Saint Monday by taking the first Monday of every month as a holiday (Thane 282). However, for the most part, people had accepted the Saturday half-holiday.

While there were some pockets of observance to the Saint Monday holiday, the weight of society leaned towards regular hours and a defined work week punctuated by a week end established for leisure. Some may refer to the waning of Saint Monday as a victory on the part of the owners of industry, but it was more a signal of a successful passage through which a society must journey to reach a balance.

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Thompson, E.P. The Making of the English Working Class. London: Penguin Books, 1980.

Thompson, E.P. Customs in Common. London: The Merlin Press, 1991.

van Gennep, Arnold. The Rites of Passage. London and Henley: Routledge and Kegan Paul, 1960.

Wilson, John. The Songs of Joseph Mather: To Which are Added a Memoir of Mather, and Miscellaneous Songs Relating to Sheffield. Sheffield: Pawson and Brailsford, 1862.

Appendix

Poor Law

In 1833 Earl Grey, the Prime Minister, set up a Poor Law Commission to examine the working of the poor Law system in Britain. In their report published in 1834, the Commission made several recommendations to Parliament. As a result, the Poor Law Amendment Act was passed.

The act stated that:

(a) no able-bodied person was to receive money or other help from the Poor Law authorities except in a workhouse;

(b) conditions in workhouses were to be made very harsh to discourage people from wanting to receive help;

(c) workhouses were to be built in every parish or, if parishes were too small, in unions of parishes;

(d) ratepayers in each parish or union had to elect a Board of Guardians to supervise the workhouse, to collect the Poor Rate and to send reports to the Central Poor Law Commission;

(e) the three man Central Poor Law Commission would be appointed by the government and would be responsible for supervising the Amendment Act throughout the country.

(http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/Lpoor1834.htm)

Factory Act of 1844

The Factory Act of 1844 is an extremely important one in the history of family legislation. The Act reduced the hours of work for children to between eight and thirteen to six and a half a day, either in the morning or afternoon. Children could only work on alternate days, and then only for ten hours. Young persons and women (now included for the first time) were to have the same hours, i.e. not more than twelve for the first five days of the week (with one and a half out for meals), and nine on Saturday.

Only surgeons, appointed for the purpose could grant Certificates of age. Surgeons could then report accidents causing death or bodily injury. The surgeons would also be tasked with investigating their cause and then reporting the result to the inspector. Every fourteen months, the factory was to be thoroughly washed with lime . Officials kept a register in which the names of all children and young persons employed, the dates of the lime-washing, and some other particulars. Certificates of school attendance were to be obtained in the case of children (http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/IR1844.htm).

Factory Act of 1847

After the 1844 Factory Act the agitation for a Ten Hour Bill continued. Early in 1846 Lord Ashley again brought forward a measure cast in this mould. On his defeat at the General Election that year, John Fielden introduced the bill, and ultimately pressed to a division, when the Government escaped defeat by the narrow majority of ten. The next year the Whigs were in office, and Lord John Russell, Prime Minister. At this time, John Fielden reintroduced the Bill. It passed successfully.

With the enactment of the law the long struggle for a Ten Hours Bill is generally held to have come to a close. It limited the hours of labour to sixty-three per week from the 1st of July 1847, and to fifty-eight per week, from the 1st of May 1848, which with the stoppage on Saturday afternoon was the equivalent of ten hours work per day (http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/IR1844.htm).

Endnotes

1Coincidentally also the date for the beginning of the United States War of Independence.

2Owen also provided education for the children who worked within his mill. (He was in favour of raising the age for employment as well as reducing the number of hours that comprised a work day). While not the place for such a discussion, there are healthy debates that surround the idea of becalming the ire of the working class with education (Brown 119). Some may accuse Owen of such a tactic, but his ancillary words pertaining to working class rights certainly speak to the otherwise.

3There was a statutory Saturday half-holiday in textile mills from 1850 (Reid 86).

Saint Monday—Rights of Passage (Part 1 of 3)

Saint Monday—Rights of Passage (Part 1 of 3)

Saint Monday celebrations.

Saint Monday was often associated with drunkards. By Giuseppe Lacedelli – Robert Waissenberger (Hrsg.): Wien 1815-1848. Bürgersinn und Aufbegehren. Die Zeit des Biedermeier und Vormärz. Office du Livre und Verlag Carl Ueberreuter (1986), Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=45737585I

If we cast our minds back to the eighteenth century in places like Britain and the dawning of the Industrial Revolution. In the years that preceded the industrial revolution, the daily and weekly round followed a particular path. Men and women ploughed, sowed and cultivated their fields working when and for as long as was required to wrest a living from the land.

Others made their living from trades; blacksmiths, tailors and cobblers skilfully worked their iron, cloth and leather. To the men and women who worked in agriculture or the assorted trades, the concept of a fixed work week was virtually unknown. Time was their own—a freedom of sorts.

As the Industrial Revolution found its feet and gathered steam, technological change was on the move with the inevitable social, cultural and economic ramifications in hot pursuit. In Time, Work-Discipline and Industrial Capitalism, historian E.P. Thompson illustrated how people working in factories and workshops were increasingly under the tyranny of the clock.

He explained how as the centuries of industrialisation progressed, in the skilled hands of the capitalistic wizards of the day, time was transformed into money. Considerable change characterised this period and willing or otherwise, people were drawn into a new and different understanding their world.

Change is nothing new to the human condition. From the moment we make our entry into this world, we are beset by life-altering changes. Still, our lives are replete with the rituals and events needed to ease our paths into a new and different and perhaps better way of being.

Early in the twentieth century, Arnold van Gennep proposed three stages in his Rites of Passage: separation, transition and finally re-incorporation. These stages and their accompanying rites are readily recognisable in our lives. Births, marriages and deaths are merely three of the multitude of events that we mark in our internal calendars. With some form of rite, we ease ourselves, our families and communities through these periods of change.

By Hogarth – The Industrious and the Lazy Apprentice, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=9430178

In a similar way, the changes that characterised the industrialisation of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, can be understood as a societal rite of passage: from one socio-cultural and economic system into another. In this passage, custom played an integral role. Our customs are a reflection of who we are and how we choose to make our way through our lives. As Ruth Benedict explained in 1929, the social function of custom enables our acts to be intelligible to our neighbours, binding us together with commonalities of symbolism, religion, and a set of values to pursue (188).

Our customs exist in and reflect the social contexts in which they are performed (Smith 80). Being integral part of culture and therefore, they’re pivotal in periods of change. For at these times, they provide the comfort we instinctively seek in our belonging to a group and a way of life. They’re intuitive and provide a natural place to establish a resistance. Such was the case a few centuries ago when the weekly and monthly round came to be punctuated by homage to a rather interesting individual—Saint Monday.

Thoroughly secular in nature and possessed of no hagiographic authenticity, according to the Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, Saint Monday was customarily observed by groups such as journeyman shoemakers and other inferior mechanics in addition to well-to-do merchants (Brewer 1092). It simply involved extending the leisure time beyond Sunday to also include Monday. While the observance of Saint Monday was a customary practice that symbolised a work rhythm of old, it featured prominently in the progression into a decidedly new era.

In an attempt to come to terms with the developments of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries and the role of Saint Monday, we can erect the framework provided by Arnold van Gennep. Characterised by the tripartite separation, transformation and re-incorporation, the rites of passage can be applied at the scale of society at a time when the world was shifting into a different way of conceiving of work and livelihood.

Our task is to examine how a custom such as Saint Monday featured in this transition—how it resulted from, thrived and symbolised an initial separation; how it functioned in the transformation; and eventually changed and ebbed with a re-incorporation into the new socio-economic system.

In so doing, we will come to better understand how customary practices such as Saint Monday helped to usher in the way of life we have come to know and recognise now three centuries hence. In a sense, Saint Monday was the rite that yielded a passage between one socio-economic system into another.

What will hopefully become apparent is how Saint Monday symbolised the attainment of rights for the men and women who worked in the factories and workshops. It was the gradual procurement of rights that marked the passage through separation, transformation and reincorporation.

When we think of rites of passage, it is the initial separation that begins the journey of transformation. In this way, what people experienced with industrialisation was nothing less than a jarring separation from the practices that previously lent structure and security to their society. This structure and security was attributable to a distinct culture, the various forms of human expression that emanated from a need to contend with the multitude of emotions that richly and intricately imbue our lives.

As one of the frontline heralds of culture, customs responded to these changes and manifested in a nigh infinite number of ways. Culture never dies or ebbs. Reciprocal in its nature, a cultural expression such as custom merely changes and re-moulds itself around the evolving needs and experiences of a community.

By Jeff Kubina from Columbia, Maryland – [1], CC BY-SA 2.0,

https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7860357

People of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries increasingly found themselves in discord with the economic and social system that had previously ruled their lives, those of their parents and grandparents before them. For instance, early non-commercial agriculture and tradesmen such as blacksmiths or tailors functioned in a world where the conception of work would have been unrecognisable to their descendants. Work and leisure alike, were equally enjoyed and disliked, embedded in life and classified together rather than apart. The inherent customs that distinguished the daily, weekly and yearly round harmonised with what we can only conceive of as a work-leisure hybrid1.

The daily, monthly and yearly round of work did not proceed without periodic respite. As tradition decreed, numerous festivals and celebrations in honour of various Saints or other important times of the year punctuated the lives of men, women and their families. Around the world, the year was filled with festivals and customs celebrating certain saints or past events.

These days imposed structure and provided a time when families and communities could cement their place and position. For members of the community, while the main goal of these celebrations would’ve been a light-hearted enjoyment, a deeper set goal was to create a communal society in which the efforts of every individual centred on the general well-being of all (Bushaway 147).

Very reluctantly do we relinquish the comfort and familiarity of our customary practices. Their tenacity and strength are deeply embedded in our lives and feature prominently in how we get on in the world. When the world was changing and undergoing re-structuring at the hands of industrialisation, the maintenance of these former work rhythms took on a decidedly different tenor for people.

As part of a rite of passage, the separation people experienced was from a previous way of life and the satisfaction engendered when life proceeded along a known and expected path. Saint Monday functioned to sooth the jagged edges of this rupture.

The separation connoted by this custom was present in the resistance of the working classes to the strictures being imposed on them by the changing society. In this view, customs were the ramparts erected to defend a previous way of life. The people simply resisted efforts of those in charge to control and enforce their time, unquestionably a deeply personal element of a person.

Saint Monday resonated with the sentiments associated with a way of life characterised by a different understanding of the work-leisure relationship prior to widespread industrialisation. In a way, Saint Monday served as a metaphor for all the customs that served to bind the community. The words uttered by William Loveless in 1847 capture the sentiment when he explained how we must seek to “. . . enjoy the fruits of our toil, without being subject to a tyrant master” (Brown v). Conflated into the one day, Saint Monday not only stood for previous work rhythms, and as such a different socio-cultural and economic system, but the contentedness and satisfaction one placed in the world. This was something that had to be maintained.

In symbolising a previous way of life, some broadside ballads referred to Saint Monday as “Fuddling Day” meaning washing day. Here, Saint Monday was not an attempt to evade work per se. Rather, the work week did not adhere to the regulations factory owners sought to impose. The observance of Saint Monday hearkened to a different daily and weekly rhythm, one not governed by anyone or anything outside the family and community spectrum.

In former times and in certain occupations such as the cottage industries during industrialisation2, activities such as heavy drinking that took place during holidays, was more acceptable. It didn’t detract from the ability of men to make a living. The work hours were not fixed and hence, men and women were in control of their own production output.

Factory owners frowned upon festivities such as Saint Monday with the onset of industrialisation and more set work hours. To them, Monday was no different from any other day. As far as the factory owners were concerned, observing Saint Monday impinged upon the profit margin. Even the cottage industries, also a part of a commercial enterprise, concurred—supply must meet demand.

And there was no question, the observance of Saint Monday remained a powerful symbol of separation. While the cottage industries may have lagged behind, eventually they, too, were brought within the fold of the new socio-economic system.

Taking a day off work embodied a pre-industrial way of understanding work. It was not solely a matter of embodying a different work schedule. Each time people did not appear for work on Mondays was a vehement statement of the separation that had formed between the different and emerging tiers of society—the working class and the industry owners. The observance of Saint Monday stated quite clearly that the working class and the industry owners were not part of the same socio-economic system.

Endnotes

1Such a conception of “work” exists even for us. Some of us seek and find that “job” in which we are bewildered that someone is actually willing to pay us for our “trouble.” No trouble at all we insist. Our work feels as intuitive to our lives as breathing, eating, laughing and crying. To a greater extent than it is now, this was perhaps the standard condition for our forebears of the pre-industrial period. It simply was life.

2This is a reminder that the ramifications of industrialisation did not manifest in a uniform way over time and space. There was variation and as noted earlier, cottage industries were in a better position to stave off the changes to socio-cultural realm wrought by that of the economic one.

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No Regrets (Part Two)

No Regrets (Part Two)

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I shifted a little to the side to relieve an ache I was feeling in my ribs. Just lying there, the last night of my life was emblazoned in my mind. He’d punched me hard there, just before I must’ve lost consciousness. Opening my one eye, I scanned around my room. My other eye had been covered with a heavy bandage.

My mind returned to what had happened on the day before they’d attacked me. Things had been peaceful, not very many people wandering about. I think it was Sunday, so there was a relaxed air about the place. I’d just been playing a favourite piece on my guitar when they’d arrived. I’d always been aware of what was going on around me, those whom I knew meant me no good. It was always a matter of keeping out of their way. Still, I knew it would only be a matter of time with that lot. No worries I’d thought.

I’d been out on the street, now, for a about a year. Hannah, my sister had joked with me, professing how surely that was long enough for me to have paid for the ‘crime’ I’d committed. She’d used those words intentionally, suspecting how I felt.

But she’d been wrong. I couldn’t say I felt I’d committed a crime, per se. Although, when I thought about it, my decision to distance myself from the world in which I’d existed for so long was an attempt to somehow rectify certain unforgivable actions. I’d played too significant a role in those actions. It was merely a wish to somehow right an horrific wrong.

My mind immediately returned to the final day of the court case in which I’d been defending the father against charges he’d killed his wife. There was no assurance how the court would decide. I’d actually been preparing for a guilty verdict. Although, when we’d learned my client was deemed ‘not guilty,’ the court erupted in a jubilant roar. I looked over to the father and smiled. His four children, there with their grandmother ran to the front to hug their father. All smiles and tears of unabated delight.

I confess throughout the whole business, I’d been guided by a feeling of the rightness of my actions. And on that day I’d never felt more right about my role in pleading for this man’s innocence.

“How’re you feeling today?” the nurse said as she checked my bandages. The wound was still somewhat sensitive, although largely endurable. I looked at the nurse and managed a slight smile. “Not to worry. You’re on the mend, so you should be getting outta here pretty soon.” With that, she left.

When I closed my eyes, an all encompassing emptiness filled my entire body, flashes of the case piercing into my mind. At the time, a close friend, a police officer, had contacted me on the day they’d found the bodies. “You gotta get down here. You won’t believe it, man. Christ, I tell ya. This is inhumane.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m at your man’s family home. You won’t believe this, man.” With those words, my heart sank. What on earth had happened? I expected the worst, but it didn’t come close to what had actually happened.

I quickly slid into my jacket and drove over. By the time I got there, the medical examiner must’ve already finished. I’d spotted them placing what I surmised was a body bag into the ambulance. My innards tightened at the sight of it. I spotted my friend and jogged over.

“What’s going on?” I said, as I scanned around the front yard. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Slowly, my comfortable world of understood rights and wrongs was crumbling.

“It’s unbelievable, man. We got a call. It was actually his sister who found them.” As my friend spoke, he led me into the house. “They were all in here,” he said. The crime investigators were still working.

“Who was all in there?” I said, although I already knew.

“His kids. And him. He must’ve shot ‘em and then did the honours to himself. That’s from my cursory look. But we’ve gotta wait to hear from the medical examiner. Still, that’s my hunch.” His voice was fading in my ear as my heart and mind were desperately trying to take in what’d happened.

Driving home, I was bludgeoned by my role in the horror I’d seen. I’d defended that man, foolishly believing what he’d said. How could I have been so stupid? All along he must’ve truly been responsible for the death of his wife. There I was, masterful in the courtroom, proving a guilty man innocent. I thought I’d had a hand in reuniting a man with his children, regaining his freedom. But what had I done?

“Matt,” I heard, a slight melody added to my name. “Mattie.” My eyes shifted to the door. It was my sister and someone else in behind. “Hey, how’re you doing? Hope you don’t mind, but I found someone hanging around your little spot on the street. She told me the two of you were friends and so, I thought you wouldn’t mind. At that moment, Dandie poked her head out from behind Hannah. We stared at one another, somehow conveying the pleasure in seeing one another.

“Hey, Matt,” Dandie said. I managed a smile and I could see she was a little surprised, but pleased. “You can’t know how glad I am to see you. It was just by accident your sister came to your spot when I was there looking for you. You hadn’t shown up for our usual meal, so I came looking,” she said, stoking my arm. Dandie smiled when the tension in my face relaxed.

I listened to them chatting, their gentle voices eventually lulling me to sleep. When I opened my eyes, they were gone. They’d left brownies which I began to eat.

“Here’s your supper. Those look good,” the nurse said as she raised the top of my bed, looking at what I was eating. “Enjoy.” I smiled, pecking away at the food. My mind wandered back into the past. I remember trying to coming to terms with what I’d actually done. Increasingly, it was impossible for me to reconcile it in my mind. I hadn’t been able to focus on any of the cases coming across my desk. So, heeding the suggestion of a colleague, I decided to take time off work.

What I’d done defending that man was to me heinous and unforgivable, the blood of his beautiful children on my hands. So, in response, I’d somehow wanted to turn my back on the comforts of my world. I began to wander along the streets, sitting down every now and then to play my guitar. I just wanted to be close the door on the world.

In time, I found myself spending more and more time on the street. I placed the ring my parents had given me when I’d graduated from law school into a pillow on which I’d sit. Perhaps all I wanted to do was right a grievous wrong. I’d been living that life for a while when Dandie entered my world.

I remembered her from the time she’d worked in our law office. I was always a little too hyper focussed on my work, so, I often came across as aloof. It was unintentional, just the approach I took to my work. I gave everything to my cases. Her image fluttered into my mind and just then the door opened.

“Hey there, soldier,” she said, poking her head in the door. I smiled. The person with whom I was sharing the room was fast asleep still. “How’re you doing? Here’s the usual grapes. I’m never sure why everyone gives grapes as a gift when folks are in the hospital. But you know, I have a feeling it’s got something to do with keeping you regular,” she said, laughing. “No kidding.”

She pulled the chair over to my bed and sat down. “Well, if your ears were itching, it was likely because your sister and I were talking about you. All good things, I assure you,” she said, holding her hands up in defence. “Hannah was just explaining what had happened with the case you’d worked on. I hope you don’t mind.” I shook my head trying to indicate it wasn’t a problem.

“I’m sorry all that happened,” she said. “I really am. I’d heard about it at the time in the news. Sounded hideous what Hannah explained. I confess, I could see how you needed to distance yourself from it.” She looked at me, her face heartfelt and genuine. “Still, you know, I think you’ve paid the price. You know, the price you felt you needed to exact from your soul. It’s done, I think.” Her words calmly rippled over me, penetrating my very essence.

Dandie stayed for about an hour. But after a little while, I grew tired, finding it difficult to resist the pull to sleep. She took the cue, promising to be back tomorrow.

Over the months I’d known her, Dandie had become a comforting panacaea for me. It had just happened. Every week, I’d meet with her at the restaurant and after getting settled and ordering our food, she’d rabbit on about this or that, wholeheartedly sharing her views on any number of concerns. I’d just listen, increasingly finding her words and phrasing gratifying to the ear.

She’d sometimes ask a question hoping to secure a comment from me. Although, I hadn’t spoken with anyone for several months, by then. To my mind, speaking was simply a signal I was a part of the world again. I still didn’t want that.

I was only lightly sleeping and woke up when the Doctor came in. “Well, we think it’d be okay to discharge you tomorrow. We spoke with your sister and she should be here to pick you up.” He looked at the papers at the end of my bed, appearing satisfied with what he saw. “I believe you’ll be staying with her for the next little while,” he said, his eyes shifting upwards, expecting a response. I just smiled.

On the next day, I was actually sitting in the chair, my mind largely absent and focussed on the water dripping from the roof. There’d been a heavy rainfall in the early afternoon. “Hiya,” I heard, recognising the voice. Dandie smiled broadly. “Isn’t it exciting? You’ll soon be free of this sad ol’ place. Well, it’s not always sad, I suppose. A lot of happy things happen here, too, I guess. Like you soon getting outta here.” She clapped her hands, giving me a hug to which I tentatively responded—something she noticed. I’d never done that before, yet it felt right.

“Hannah’s going to be here in an hour or so,” she said looking curiously at me. “I thought I’d pop around a little earlier. It’s so wonderful you’ll be staying with Hannah for a bit. Give you a chance to maybe get back on your feet.” Her words couldn’t disguise the smile that was impossible to remove from her face. “I’m not sure if you’ll be returning to your little spot on the street. Although, why bother, now? You’re well on your way, I think. There’d be no reason for …”

“Thank you,” I said quietly. Dandie stared at me, her mouth slightly open.

“What did you say?” she said.

“Thank you,” I said again, a little louder, touching her hand. She put her hand over her mouth in surprise.

“Matt,” she said. “I haven’t heard you speak, in ages, it seems.” I smiled, not really wanting to make another comment. Although, it seemed like that was enough to say I was ready to return to my life. It was at least a start.

No Regrets (Part One)

No Regrets (Part One)

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I swear to you, I barely recognised him. It was only when I looked more closely it was impossible to miss those eyes. They were a crystalline brilliant blue. He was wearing a somewhat tattered scarf wrapped roughly around his neck. It matched his eyes magnificently. I don’t think he recognised me immediately. So, here sat Matthew Greenley, a half opened book just off to the side.

It was all very strange. I remember when he arrived at our office, with no small affair, I can tell you that. His presence preceded him, like a parade call ahead of his majesty. No surprise, he quickly rose, admittedly, being very good at what he did.

At the time, I worked there as part of the clatter of office workers, dashing around, sometimes working miracles as we attended to our masterful leaders. If they needed anything, it wasn’t tomorrow or next week, it was yesterday. He was amongst the dynamic, smart-thinking, risk-taker elite lawyers in the office.

And I always knew we underlings were all well below his regard. The only time I was ever noticed by him was when he was looking at me with that casual disdain. Like, ‘I’m amazed someone like you even has the temerity to exist.’ I didn’t like it—who would? But you could cut the arrogance with a knife. At least that’s what I thought.

Never mattered to me, though, as it wasn’t like office work was my calling. I’d always been an artist at heart and actually, soon after he’d left seeking ever grander plateaus, my future was also sealed. I and a friend had then opened a guild shop that has done very well. And this was close to a couple of decades ago. I was now in my late forties and I suspected he’d be around that age, too.

So, here I was with a great mystery. It seemed impossible, almost like this man was some sort of dopplegänger. Anyway, here he was, clearly feeling the rougher edges of life. It somehow seemed so raw and at odds with all things sensible in the world.

I knelt down and when he looked up, I noticed a change in his eyes—one of recognition. When I’d first seen him, I’d been dead set on going to a favourite café, you know the kind with the real fireplace and quiet little nooks where one can disappear into a book.

“Hey,” I said. “How’re ya doing?” He just kept looking at me, blinking periodically. “Do you remember me?” He raised an eyebrow. I just decided to keep going, not sure if I’d get anything out if him. “Anyway,” I said, sitting down cross-legged in front of him, “my name’s Dandelion Green. And yes, my parents were jokesters, bless their souls,” I said, laughing at the thought of my parents who were no doubt tickled by the thought of the name. He didn’t respond much, except the ever so slight hint of a smile, which was encouraging.

My parents had both been latter-day hippies, born in 1960, both of them. We kids were born much later in the day. I think my mom was already forty when I was born. Although, I was actually reared by my grandparents after Mom and Dad were sadly killed in a car crash. That was when I was in high school. Anyway, for the longest time, everyone’s known me as Dandie Green. I was okay with that.

“Are you hungry or anything?” I said. Looking around, I wondered what had happened to him to land him here on the street. By now, I would’ve expected him to be part of the halls of power—a top lawyer in a preeminent firm, close to or having even achieved at least part or full ownership of the firm. Although, here he sat—seemed preposterous.

Even though we were around the same age, he looked older and a little more worn. I had a bad feeling. And at that moment, my eyes scanned around and I spotted what I’d feared. Poking out amongst the discarded wrappers and tired old bits of plastic and such were a few needles. I didn’t know if they were his. Yet, looking at him, I suspected they were.

It made me think how anyone looking at him now would’ve never imagined how he’d started,. One wonders when it was he’d taken the first step down the wrong path? What had he done?

“We could go get something to eat?” No response. “How about that?” Despite the quiet, I decided I wasn’t going to walk away. Didn’t feel right.

“Come on. Why don’t we go get something to eat?” I said, hoping to cajole him. He closed his eyes obviously pondering. His mind was alive. I waited.

After a few minutes, he started to move. I guess he must’ve realised how maybe going with me might be the only way to get rid of me. I smiled broadly as he picked up the little pillow on which he was sitting, grabbed his guitar and started to get up. “There ya go.” I’d forgotten how tall he was until he stood up. He was rail thin though. Not at all the way I remembered him.

“It’s just about a block away. It’s the place where I was heading, one of my favourite places to eat, gotta say.” We walked to the restaurant. I still had to walk a little faster to keep up with his stride. I mean, he wasn’t walking quickly, but for someone over 6 feet tall—I’d put him at around 6’5”—it didn’t take much to outpace a humble five footer.

“Here we go,” I said, as we reached the door. I walked in, beyond happy that I’d gotten him this far. To my surprise, he actually held the door open for me. I thought I was getting somewhere. “Why don’t we just sit over here, by the window?” We were getting a few looks, but I just smiled, not really caring what anyone thought. I’ve always felt people are a little too quick to judge. We sat down and I handed him a menu. “Get whatever you want, no worries.” He took the menu and gave me another sense I was on the right track—a slight smile.

I watched as he perused the menu, paging back and forth. He just laid it aside, not really looking up. “How’re ya doing?” said the waitress. I knew her as she’d been at the place I think since I’d first started to come. “Made up your mind? I’m pretty sure I know what you want,” she said, looking at me. I smiled.

“Guilty as charged.”

“Did you want blueberries in them? We just got some in this morning.”

“Yeah, that’d be great,” I said.

“And what are you having, sir?” He picked up the menu and pointed to some soup.

“Oh, you can have a little more than that,” I said. “How about a small sandwich?” I looked to the waitress, “Are there any small sandwiches?”

“Well, there’s the havarti on kalamata olive bread. We just made it.”

“Come on. How about that? Sounds delicious,” I said to him. “Come on.” He looked at the menu again and then he actually smiled, nodding his head. I brought my hands together like I’d just discovered an immense treasure. To me, it wasn’t only wonderful he’d agreed to the sandwich, but that he’d smiled again—there was life in there yet.

While we ate, try as I might, there was no way to get him to utter a word. Most of the conversation was largely my little soliloquy.

We got up after finishing and ever the gentleman, he even helped me on with my jacket. I confess, I was shocked as this was a different man. When I’d first encountered him, I don’t think he would’ve ever deigned to help me. Never. What had happened, I wondered? Obviously something had gone wrong.

We walked back to his little place on the street. No one had commandeered his spot. He sat down without a word, like he was reclaiming his rightful place. I didn’t know what to do, a fifth wheel all of a sudden.

“I’ll come by and see ya next week. I promise. Is there anything you wanted me to get for you?” He just looked up at me, almost serenely and I felt somehow I was being gently dismissed. There was no arrogance or pomposity apparent, just a quiet yearning for peace.

I turned around and headed home. Looking back, he’d picked up his book and was reading, an image of tranquillity.

For the next few months, I kept my word. I felt I didn’t want to hem him in, imposing on his peace. He was always the same. Silently accompanying me to the restaurant, always opening the door for me. One time, he even poured my water for me. I think I was simply in awe. Although it always perplexed me, that he was even there in the first place, I never came close to determining what had happened until one day.

I’d arrived at his little place. But he was gone. I looked around, left and right, in a near panic. What was going on, I thought? He was always there. And then, to make things worse, things were scattered around. His special pillow was off to the side, his guitar splintered on the ground.

Tears filled my eyes as I knelt down, sure that I spotted some dried blood on the ground. “Oh my God.”

The Story of the Dandelion, Part Two

The Story of the Dandelion, Part Two

Image by myungho lee from Pixabay

With the coming of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, the dandelion remained steadfast in its central role supporting our well-being. By that time, people were aware of the necessities of vitamins in maintaining health. And the dandelion would be key in an effort to avoid illnesses such as scurvy, which develops due to a vitamin C deficiency. Dandelions are a rich source of Vitamin C, amongst many others.

Meanwhile, as time progressed, with the continued rise of the middle class, society was changing. Some looked to the aristocracy of old for attributes that could assure one’s status. And that vast greenery sitting affront most homes in our towns and cities today is a remnant of one of those beacons of station—the ubiquitous every day lawn.

This feature of our lives in addition to an element of life we all take for granted—the pharmaceuticals we commonly obtain from the pharmacy—were central in the diminished role of the dandelion in our lives.

Green as Far as the Eye Can See

Centuries ago, around the village, cows, sheep, horses and other grazing animals were kept on what was known as the village green. In fact, the word “lawn” originates from the Middle english launde, meaning a glade or opening in the woods, that is, the village green.

Typical village green in Melmerby, Cumbria in England

(Source: Charles Rispin, CC BY-SA 2.0, Wikipedia).

Although popularised by the common folk, soon the aristocracy was similarly adopting a green space to surround their estates. It was apparently a nod to a good Christian life, replete with its sheep, shepherds and pastures.

Plus, they were making a quiet statement to their so-called lessers. It was possible to allow the land to sit idle, performing no particular purpose beyond merely providing a splendid vista.

The intention was for nothing to disturb this landscape, certainly not something as low brow, some now thought, as a field of dandelions. Remember, we’re emerging from a time when dandelions were casually harvested for their various nutritious merits.

Lawnmowers became popular in the 19th century (By Unknown author – Public Domain, Wikipedia).

And even when the worship of a lawn was bolstered with the invention of lawn mowers in 1830, the principle remained the same. Nothing must obstruct the vast green. Even with the row upon row of homes that comprise the modern-day suburb, the lawn still stands as statement of status.

Any dandelions present would be mowed with little disregard, leaving a landscape of green free of any golden blemish.

So, here we see the diminishing affection for a plant that had heretofore been central in our diets, rich in a multitude of minerals and vitamins as it was. The dandelion was a key player in maintaining our health until another set of changes worked to further degrade this plant in our eyes.

Turning Our Backs on Green

For centuries, plants had served as the foundation of health. The response to many complaints was a matter of finding a particular plant. Knowledge had been handed down over the generations that a plant could alleviate difficulties such as water retention or digestive problems. Find the plant, create a poultice and you’re good to go.

Portrait of Portrait of J. D. Rockefeller (Source: WikipediaPublic Domain).

Enter John D. Rockefeller, one of the world’s richest men, from the United States in the late nineteenth century, a crowned royal of the oil dynasties. By the turn of the 20th century, he controlled 90% of the oil refineries in the country. Although, Rockefeller and colleague Andrew Carnegie had other ideas. They would take steps to revolutionise medicine, not always for the best.

The intention was to pry medicine away from the nature-based curatives, free for the taking, that had been relied upon for centuries. Instead, remedies for our health problems were to be given over to drugs, ones for which people would pay.

At the time, researchers were conducting innovative work tied to health. The researchers had not only discovered vitamins, they also learned how those vitamins could be synthesized. In no time, the researchers had discovered how petroleum could play a central role in developing those vitamins and other medications. John D. Rockefeller, controlling, at one time, 90% of the oil refineries would be no doubt pleased.

To Rockefeller, this changed everything. If he played his cards right, it’d be possible to transform a medical industry that had, until then, been centred on natural and herbal medicines. As it turned out, Rockefeller did indeed play his cards right.

Changing Medicine

Abraham Flexner, an American educator, was hired to study and then submit a report to Congress in 1910 regarding the state of medical schools in the United States and Canada. The findings of the report stated flat out, there were too many doctors and medical schools in the United States.

Abraham Flexner (Source W.M. Hollinger, The World’s Bank Wikipedia

Moreover, the report concluded many of those medical schools were founded on what was considered to be unscientific information. The report recommended that medical education be standardised and only the American Medical Association would be able to grant medical school licensure in the United States.

The Flexner Report was based on standards in medical education and those they felt did not meet this standard were simply closed. The report also looked down on schools advocating alternative methods such as homeopathy or osteopathy.

And Rockefeller meant business. He exerted his control by providing a monetary surge to aid in the change to the medical schools, giving more than a $100 million to the colleges and hospitals to help pave the way for the transition.

Earlier, Rockefeller had founded the “General Education Board” in 1903. This was a funding board intended to bend and shape what was considered to be acceptable education. All was with regard to the beliefs of people such as the Rockefellers. It was in keeping with what they later did with the medical schools.

Dandelion’s Fall From Grace

The dandelion, along with numerous other plants, was caught up in this conflagration. Plants such as the dandelion had been used since time immemorial for their value as a means to remedy a variety of health issues. The dandelion’s fall from grace was ably aided by the efforts to abandon more natural (and free) remedies to treat and maintain health.

Dandelion going to seed (Image by StockSnap from Pixabay).

The fall of the dandelion had been ushered in by other developments. The changes to medical doctrine also opened the door for the pharmaceutical industry. It keenly married science and industrialisation. This further bolstered efforts that were underway to no longer rely on nature to alleviate our ailments.

Now drugs were being created to strengthen and maintain our health. There was no need for plants such as the dandelion. Morphine was the first, an extraction from the opium poppy. Many more would follow.

So, when seeking to right a vitamin deficiency or some ailment, the solution was not to seek the aid of plants such as the dandelion. It became solely a matter of finding the ideal drug. The fate of the dandelion was all but certain.

The worship of the lawn along with the efforts to shift the world to pharmaceuticals seemed to spell the end of the dandelion.

Regarded now as a weed, people have come to expend vast amounts of energy and money to rid their properties of the dandelion.

A quick look on the internet will offer an abundant number of methods for the do-it-yourself types. For those seeking outside help, one can find a host of companies ready to help kill plants such as the dandelion.

Resurgence of the Dandelion

But going against the grade, there are still some who eagerly speak up for the down-trodden dandelion. Society may have shifted, forgetting the unmitigated virtues of this plant.

However some websites offer a reminder for us, noting how much the dandelion is a powerhouse of nutrition. Although many disregard the dandelion as a forgettable weed, its merits are still delightfully remembered by others.

Showing a little dandelion love (Image by congerdesign from Pixabay).

Without question, the dandelion will remain unsurpassed in its ability to offer, free of charge, the vitamins and minerals we need to ensure our health and well-being. And why not also revel in the spin-off benefits—a panorama of a golden-maned floral extrusion?

Sources:

Adamant, Ashley 2020 “60+ Dandelion Recipes ~ Food, Drinks, Remedies & More” https://practicalselfreliance.com/dandelion-recipes/

Browning, Annette 2023 “Natural Dye from Plants: Yarn Dyeing with Dandelions” https://www.fiberartsy.com/natural-dyeing-dandelions/

Dyer, Mary 2017 “Dandelion Plant History And Facts” Gardening Know How https://blog.gardeningknowhow.com/tbt/dandelion-plant-history-facts/

Down Garden Services 2023 “Dandelion” http://downgardenservices.org.uk/dandelion.htm

Fraunhofer-Gesellschaft 2015 “Natural rubber from dandelions” https://phys.org/news/2015-06-natural-rubber-dandelions.html

Heritage of Newfoundland and Labrador 2023 “Malnutrition in Newfoundland and Labrador” https://www.heritage.nf.ca/articles/society/malnutrition.php

Hunter, Candace 2023 “Dandelion History, Folklore, Myth and Magic” The Practical Herbalist https://thepracticalherbalist.com/advanced-herbalism/dandelion-history-folklore-myth-and-magic/

Kantham, Chris 2023 “How Rockefeller founded modern medicine and killed natural cures” World Affairs https://worldaffairs.blog/2015/10/20/how-rockefeller-founded-modern-medicine-and-killed-natural-cures/

Pharmaphorum 2023 “A history of the pharmaceutical industry” https://pharmaphorum.com/r-d/a_history_of_the_pharmaceutical_industry

Soschner, Christian 2020 “A Brief, Economic History of the Pharmaceutical Industry” Medium https://medium.com/illumination/a-brief-economic-history-of-the-pharmaceutical-industry-8feb603be4e3

the1millionproject 2020 “The Origin of Compulsory Schooling” Medium https://t1mproject.medium.com/the-origin-of-compulsory-schooling-cbef6a07777d

Velasquez, Jennifer 2023 “Uncovering The History Behind The Name ‘Dandelion’” Shuncy — Love the Green https://shuncy.com/article/why-are-dandelions-called-dandelions

Wikipedia 2023 “Taraxacum” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taraxacum

Winger, Jill 2022 “18 Dandelion Recipes” The Prairie Homestead https://www.theprairiehomestead.com/2014/04/dandelion-recipes.html

Winters, Chris 2023 “Garden History — How Dandelions Went From Being Sought-After Medicinal Plants To Pesky Weeds” https://12tomatoes.com/dandelion-history/

The Story of the Dandelion, Part One

The Story of the Dandelion, Part One

Image by Angelica Vaihel from Pixabay

The story of the humble dandelion draws on a wide spectrum of our history. Unquestionably, it offers an abundance of nutritional value to our diets. In the past, this made it a plant of great importance. It really is a powerhouse. Heralded for the multitude of ways it can contribute to our lives, the dandelion stands apart as a plant of great value in its entirety, from its roots to its myriad golden petals.

Although, nowadays, there are few nods of appreciation for the dandelion. Ideas range from a calm disregard to a tenacious effort to simply rid their yard of its presence.

It’s a story extending from the large estates of the aristocracy to the beginning of the pharmaceutical industry. Taking a look at many medicine cabinets or night-stands, pharmaceuticals have come to be a customary part of our lives. So, it’s little surprise they had a hand in the complex history of the dandelion.

In this two-part series, I’ll spend the first part extolling the virtues of our golden-maned plant. And in the second part, I’ll go into what, for many, went into its fall from grace. Yet, be sure, however despised by some, dandelions will remain tucked in the hearts of others.

What’s in a Name?

In the world of science, the common dandelion is part of a genus known as Taraxacum. from the family Asteraceae. Comprised of a current estimation of 60 macrospecies1 and 2800 microspecies,2 it is a large genus. Two of the most common are Taraxacum officinale and T. erythrospermum, the latter differs as it is red-seeded.

Neither terms particularly roll off the tongue. So, it has acquired countless other names around the world. In the province of Newfoundland & Labrador in Canada, they’re lovingly known as posies.

Image by Rob Leake from Pixabay.

However, it’s also known by numerous other tags. Some are respectful with a touch of the lyrical, such as Irish Daisy, Fairy Clock, Monk’s Head, Priest’s Crown, Lion’s Tooth, Telltime, Clock Flower, White Endive or Wild Endive.

Others are a little more disparaging and off-putting, including Milk Witch, Piss-a-bed, Swine’s Snout, Cankerwort, Blowball and Puffball. These latter two are a reference to the stage when the seeds are ready to disperse. Inspiring, a wide range of emotions, our choice of term would be no doubt reliant on our perspective.

Origins of the Dandelion

The flower has very ancient origins. It’s believed to have first evolved about 30 million years ago in Eurasia. Used later by the ancient Egyptians, Greeks and Romans, it also played a role in traditional Chinese medicine for more than a thousand years. With the arrival of the eleventh century, Arabic cultures were drawing on its medicinal merits, treating difficulties of the kidney and liver.

The name dandelion stems back to the fourteenth century, when, in 1373, “dent-de-lion” was mentioned in a French herbal. In English, this means “lion’s tooth.” However, it was in 1363 when the particular word “dandelion” was actually used. Later, it began to travel to the west as the powers in Europe began to explore the world.

Ecology

While the dandelion prefers loose, rich and healthy soil—any plant would—this plant is more than all right with less ideal conditions. Soil may be compacted, rocky or dry, but to the dandelion, it’s just a temporary challenge.

The dandelion is the essence of adaptability. It’s able to grow in a range of altitudes, from sea level to 10,500 feet. It’s a merry inhabitant of meadows and open grass. However, change the scenery and it’s equally at home emerging through the cracks of a rocky cliff or those within an inner city side-walk.

Photo by Nikola Johnny Mirkovic on Unsplash.

While gardeners may cringe when confronted by the dandelion’s characteristic taproot growing deep into the ground, it is a boon for the soil. The taproot is able to bring nutrients to the surface. The roots loosen the soil, creating a micro-climate in which earthworms and arthropods, such as insects, can thrive and further loosen the soil.

Benefits in Nature

Dandelions provide a bonanza of pollen and nectar for bees in particular. We live in a world where too much of their sources of food has been paved over and dug up. While some wildflowers have evolved to allow certain bees to be able to pollinate them, the dandelion is essentially a free-for-all—come one come all. Butterflies also benefit from the dandelion. Many times if butterflies are migrating, other flowers have yet to have blossomed. In steps the dandelion with its treasure trove of nectar to save the day. So it’s not only for humans that dandelions are of great use.

Health

Although, for humans, the dandelion stands tall in its benefits to our health. The sheer adaptability of the dandelion means it can do equally well in fertile or drought conditions. Whether in shade or situated where the heat of the full sun is beating onto the ground, the dandelion can grow and develop.

For thousands of years, the dandelion has been revered for its medicinal qualities. Dandelion root is actually a registered drug in Canada and functions as a diuretic. It’s no surprise then that it’s the most frequently recorded plant in folk medicine. The dandelion can help alleviate problems tied to an enormous range of conditions.

If you’re suffering from kidney, stomach, or liver disorders, call on the dandelion. How about skin irritations, heartburn, gall bladder problems, diabetes, arthritis, anaemia and constipation? Try the dandelion. And for the odd toothache, fever, wart or dandruff, the dandelion might just be able to help.

Photo by Nastya Dulhiier on Unsplash.

It’s high in vitamins K, C and A, along with minerals such as calcium, potassium, zinc, and iron. While we’re at it, the dandelion can also function as a mild laxative and diuretic. The dandelion has also been used widely for a range of irritations such as skin conditions, eczema, hepatitis and jaundice.

High in lecithin, the dandelion can apparently be also used to reduce cholesterol, thus playing a role in preventing strokes and heart disease. Clearly the dandelion is one of the “go to” plants for numerous health complaints.

Food & Colouring Our World

The great virtue of dandelions is the entire plant, from leaf to root, is edible. The flowers are particularly useful for making Dandelion wine and jam. If the roots are roasted, they stand in well as a substitute for coffee. The leaves can be eaten raw or cooked, used in our favourite soups, salads and smoothies.

Image of roasted dandelion roots (By Zero-X at Flickr – English wikipedia, Public Domain.

In soups, dandelions simply play the role of the greens. Whereas with dandelion chips, it involves a brief roast in the oven. With dandelion pizza, the leaves and flowers are strewn over the pizza contributing to its culinary virtues and also adding a touch of colour. Really, the dandelion can be used in a host of recipes.

And not only can we eat the dandelion, it can also help in other ways. Dandelion flowers function well as a dye for clothing or other fabrics and yarns. The dandelions yield a powdered yellow sheen.

Dandelions can also play a role in more unexpected ways. Natural rubber is used in a large quantity of products. Thus, any potential sources for this product are being continually analysed. In fact, researchers are exploring the Russian dandelion as a source of natural rubber.

Given its wide range of applications, the dandelion literally has something for everyone. One would think a plant so clearly useful and valuable, especially in terms of health and well-being, would be forever held in high regard. Not so.

In the early twentieth century, many remained resolute in their support for the contributions nature could provide through plants such as the dandelion.

And in part two, we’ll look at the circumstances that came together to spell the precipitous fall of the dandelion, its re-designation as a “weed.”

Sources:

Adamant, Ashley 2020 “60+ Dandelion Recipes ~ Food, Drinks, Remedies & More” https://practicalselfreliance.com/dandelion-recipes/

Browning, Annette 2023 “Natural Dye from Plants: Yarn Dyeing with Dandelions” https://www.fiberartsy.com/natural-dyeing-dandelions/

Dyer, Mary 2017 “Dandelion Plant History And Facts” Gardening Know How https://blog.gardeningknowhow.com/tbt/dandelion-plant-history-facts/

Down Garden Services 2023 “Dandelion” http://downgardenservices.org.uk/dandelion.htm

Fraunhofer-Gesellschaft 2015 “Natural rubber from dandelions” https://phys.org/news/2015-06-natural-rubber-dandelions.html

Heritage of Newfoundland and Labrador 2023 “Malnutrition in Newfoundland and Labrador” https://www.heritage.nf.ca/articles/society/malnutrition.php

Hunter, Candace 2023 “Dandelion History, Folklore, Myth and Magic” The Practical Herbalist https://thepracticalherbalist.com/advanced-herbalism/dandelion-history-folklore-myth-and-magic/

Kantham, Chris 2023 “How Rockefeller founded modern medicine and killed natural cures” World Affairs https://worldaffairs.blog/2015/10/20/how-rockefeller-founded-modern-medicine-and-killed-natural-cures/

Pharmaphorum 2023 “A history of the pharmaceutical industry” https://pharmaphorum.com/r-d/a_history_of_the_pharmaceutical_industry

Soschner, Christian 2020 “A Brief, Economic History of the Pharmaceutical Industry” Medium https://medium.com/illumination/a-brief-economic-history-of-the-pharmaceutical-industry-8feb603be4e3

the1millionproject 2020 “The Origin of Compulsory Schooling” Medium https://t1mproject.medium.com/the-origin-of-compulsory-schooling-cbef6a07777d

Velasquez, Jennifer 2023 “Uncovering The History Behind The Name ‘Dandelion’” Shuncy — Love the Green https://shuncy.com/article/why-are-dandelions-called-dandelions

Wikipedia 2023 “Taraxacum” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taraxacum

Winger, Jill 2022 “18 Dandelion Recipes” The Prairie Homestead https://www.theprairiehomestead.com/2014/04/dandelion-recipes.html

Winters, Chris 2023 “Garden History — How Dandelions Went From Being Sought-After Medicinal Plants To Pesky Weeds” https://12tomatoes.com/dandelion-history/

Endnotes

1A large and usually polymorphic biological species markedly discontinuous from other members of the same taxonomic genus as another plant or animal.

2A small usually localized population slightly but effectively differentiated from related forms.

Blue Skies Above

Blue Skies Above

Big Blue sky (Source: Image by Yves Bernardi from Pixabay).

In certain parts of the world, they are a less common phenomenon than in others. So, for many of us, a blue sky is a treasured gift. Still, when we think about it, the sky is the sky, whether or not it’s filled with clouds. It should make no difference whether it’s thick with a bountiful number of clouds or simply clear and blue. But it does. Why is that do you think?

What Makes the Sky Blue?

When we think of light, the first colour we imagine is white. Although, there’s more to light than meets the eye. Place a prism before the white light and magically it’ll split into a rainbow of colours — red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet.

Prism separating white light into a rainbow of colours (Source: Image by Daniel Roberts from Pixabay).

And each of those colours has a particular wavelength. As you go across the rainbow of colours, wavelengths are at their longest with the colour red whereas, they’re at their shortest with violet. The colours we see are all down to reflection. So, if an object appears a certain colour, it’s that colour it’s reflecting.

The sky is blue because of the different actions of each of those colours when they reach the atmosphere. The atmosphere is comprised of numerous gases and particles which possess charged particles within them (electrons and protons).

The sunlight, an electromagnetic wave, forces those charged particles inside the air molecules to oscillate up and down. As a result, the oscillating charges create electromagnetic radiation similar to the incoming sunlight, although it’s now spread over all directions or scattered.

As we know, blue light possesses shorter wavelengths than the red light. Thus, when the incoming light passes through the air, the blue components oscillate faster than the red components. The faster the oscillation the more the light is scattered, meaning blue will be more scattered than the red. Hence, our eyes see a blue sky.

White clouds (Source: Image by JackieLou DL from Pixabay).

Clouds appear as white because light passing through a cloud interacts with the water droplets which are significantly larger than the air molecules (containing the electrons and protons). The incoming sunlight is scattered by the much larger water droplets, thereby scattering virtually the entire spectrum of light. As a result, it continues to appear white.

Sometimes clouds are more grey and that’s because the scattering of the light isn’t able to reach all parts of the cloud. Hence, they appear more grey. This is especially the case with rain clouds which are greater in size and their foreboding greyness is simply because the scattered light isn’t reaching all parts of the cloud.

Rising Spirits

For most of us, our spirits rise under a blue sky. Think of how exuberant we are awakening to a big blue sky. The additional sun affects us biologically in several ways. The sunlight striking our skin is converted into vitamin D. It’s the vitamin D that plays a central role in the production and activation of serotonin.

Serotonin, located primarily in our digestive systems is a neurotransmitter. These are chemical messengers, the means by which our nervous system communicates with its various components– neurons, nerve cells and the like. Serotonin features in an array of brain and body functions, assisting with our mood, cognition, learning, memory and sleep.

So, it’s not too surprising we get a physical boost by a blue-sky day. Some even feel the deprivation of the sun on cloudy days. Although, this is sometimes linked to our personal thoughts and behaviours, things that would be with us regardless of the weather.

Some do suffer from conditions such as Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) in which our mood alters with seasonal changes. Often, it’s a major depressive disorder that begins with later autumn and resolves with the coming of spring. As opposed to the less serious winter blues, SAD often requires medical treatment.

Seeing Blue

We also benefit from the sky simply being the colour blue and not green or yellow, for instance. Blue carries certain qualities. Blue is generally associated with peaceful and relaxing sentiments. Entering a room coloured blue will be calming, bolstering feelings of security and confidence.

Being blue (Source: Marcel Gross | @marcelgross.ch).

The fact it happens to be the colour of the sky and through its reflection, the colour of the rivers, ponds and the sea helps to further the tranquil feelings it evokes. Researchers conducting studies found exposure to blue light had a positive impact on mental health.

Given the sentiments it tends to kindle, marketers also use specific shades of blue. For instance, dark blue arouses feelings of authority, intelligence and power. Hence, it is the colour of choice for particular police uniforms. In contrast, lighter shades of blue bring forth a sense of calmness and relaxation. Marketers will thus make their choices accordingly.

So, taking into account the feelings blue evokes, it’s not surprising we look forward to blue-sky days.

Big Sky Country

Places such as Saskatchewan are often referred to as big sky country. Although, other regions, such as Newfoundland and Labrador may experience days when the term “big sky country” would equally apply.

A big blue sky (Source: Photo by Harold Eggar on Unsplash).

On days such as these, we are often spurred on, brimming with the feeling that the sky’s the limit. Because it’s on days such as these when there doesn’t appear to be a cap on our world and anything’s possible. And if those aren’t the thoughts guiding us, a big sky certainly just makes us feel unbounded.

Last Thoughts

Standing below a blue sky, many of us simply feel elated. For very good reasons do we feel this way. Yet, we can be under a bank of clouds and still feel on top of the world. Blue skies or imposing banks of clouds are all external drivers for how we feel. Ultimately, our sentiments and motivations are of course guided from within. Still, it never hurts to be stirred by a blue sky whispering in our ear that anything’s possible.

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Crossing the Gut in Placentia, NL

Crossing the Gut in Placentia, NL

Anyone travelling along the main road going through Dunville will pass Seven Island Lookout and spot it in the distance. The lift bridge spanning what is known as the gut is simply majestic as it rises from the water’s surface, both imposing and immovable. Built in 2016, it has a long history, one assuring its place in the hearts of residents and visitors alike.

Image of bridge from Seven Island Lookout (Source: Lee Everts).

In the Early Years

For the longest time, the idea of crossing the gut in Placentia was not of any real concern. In the sixteenth century, when the Basque arrived in what, to them, was Plazençia, short of walking, travel by boat was the primary means of getting around.

In the 17th through to the 19th century, similarly, residents would’ve had boats for all their transportation requirements. As seen in the map below, French residents living on the Placentia beach lived on the Orcan River, the channel that led inland from the gut. This was when France controlled the region, known to them as Plaisance, from 1662 to 1714 Most settlers possessed a small wharf for their boat.

Image: A plan of the settlement and fishing room belonging to the French inhabitants of the beach at Placentia completed in 1714 (Source: Library and Archives Canada).

It was only when more people began to settle on Placentia beach, Jerseyside, Freshwater, and Dunville that crossing the gut was of greater concern. People were just getting around on foot and so, the gut posed more of a challenge. Initially, cars were of little concern.

While, at present, the gut and surrounding waters no longer develop a covering of ice, in the past, some winter ice did form. As a result, it could provide a natural bridge, allowing people to walk across the gut.

Crossing the gut was no small challenge. In and of itself, the span of the gut at 73m and the tide, at about 4 knots, changing every eight and a half hours, posed a challenge. The spring tide rises 2.1m and neap tide rises 1.5m. So, there’s little question that if anyone wanted to get across, either a bridge or a boat would’ve been necessary.

Crossing By Boat

By the latter part of the 19th century, a Patrick Kemp ran a ferry known as the Black Punt across the gut. However, it wasn’t running as smoothly as hoped. And as the years progressed, residents complained about the poor service crossing the gut.

Image of people being ferried across the gut (Source: Anonymous).

Even a new and improved ferry was deemed not much better. In 1901, an editorial complained how people crossing were sometimes “drenched with water.” Later, in 1910, a letter to the editor remarked how “it was really laughable … to see a rope stretched across the gut and people pulling themselves … across to the town side on the broken down ferry.” Already during the early part of the twentieth century, a bridge had been promised by the government. Even a petition had even been signed by residents to bridge the gut.

As the years progressed, the government sought to undertake improvements. But it wasn’t enough. In 1917, a writer in a local editorial explained how the old black punt had been converted into a motor boat. Although, in their words “it should be burnt.” In 1920, a telegram was sent to the then Prime Minister with complaints of the “rotten broken down motor boats” being used. So, there was a clear need to cross the gut, once and for all.

First Attempts to Bridge the Gut

Everything changed in 1941 when the United States built a base in Argentia. The presence of the base and its service men and women meant it was imperative to have easy access to the Placentia beach. As a consequence, by September 1941, the government, with the assistance of the military, had decided to build a pontoon bridge.

The result was welcomed by residents with numerous people now freely crossing the gut. However, it wasn’t to last. The currents and tides relentlessly assailed the bridge and within a few months of being installed, the pontoon bridge broke free from its moorings leaving the Placentia area, yet again, with no way across the gut.

Image and pontoon bridge (Source: Anonymous).

All was not lost, for a year later, the United States army re-installed the bridge. However, due to the weather, the pontoon bridge had to be removed prior to the winter. Plus, the pontoon bridge was actually an impediment for fish harvesters who sometimes needed quick access to the harbour should the weather turn.

Besides, in the meantime, the United States base had developed a road that gave them access to the Placentia beach without having to cross the gut. Hence, the pontoon bridge was no longer necessary. Now, crossing the gut was again left an array of individuals who privately offered their services. They sometimes even managed to get cars across the gut.

Image of car being ferried across the gut (Source: Anonymous).

Back to the Ferry

With the arrival of 1954, initiatives to find a solution to crossing the gut were again undertaken by the government. The Newfoundland Transportation Company began providing service across the gut on the MV Ambrose Shea. Able to transport several cars and passengers, it was a definite improvement to what the Placentia area had become accustomed. Finally, crossing the gut was being taken seriously. Still, was it enough?

Image of MV Ambrose Shea ferry arriving (Source: Anonymous).

It became apparent that, no, a ferry crossing could not provide adequate service for the growing populations in the Placentia area. On the 22nd July, 1959, a local news paper, The Evening Telegram ran a story stating how the Gut was to finally be bridged.

A Bridge At Long Last

The McNamara Construction Company began operations building the bridge on 29th August, 1959. After a range of details regarding land and materials needed in the construction were ironed out, on 28th October, 1961, a crowd of residents and officials celebrated the opening of the Sir Ambrose Shea Lift Bridge. The centre would lift to allow boat traffic to traverse the Gut while vehicles could freely travel overtop.

Image of original Sir Ambrose She Lift Bridge (1961-2016) (Source: Lee Everts).

The Ambrose Shea Lift Bridge serviced the region for decades, the obstacles of crossing the gut fading into distant memory. Although, all good things come to an end. For the lift bridge, it was in 2010, when the provincial government began making plans to replace this bridge with one of similar design located alongside the site of the old bridge.

Everything Good Comes to an End

Unfortunately, these plans didn’t move fast enough and on Sunday, 3rd August, 2014, the bridge suffered a major collapse. It inconvenienced residents who regularly travelled over the bridge for work and to do their banking or shopping. Also troubled by the bridge being unable to lift were the fish harvesters. This followed ongoing repairs required to allow the bridge to function.

Although the bridge reopened on the 12th October, it would have to undergo continued repairs and maintenance for the next six weeks. Anyone needing to reach Placentia beach would have to drive a secondary route using a gravel road going through Southeast Placentia.

Time to Change

Despite the difficulties, the new bridge was finally completed and on the 23rd September, 2016, it opened for traffic. Eventually, the price ended up being $8 million more than that contracted. Blamed on additional costs required for external consultants, many were simply happy the new bridge had been completed.

And in all respects, it was an engineering feat. Consisting of a three-span structure, the centre movable span, connected on each side by two simple fixed beam support spans.

Image of new Sir Ambrose Shea Lift Bridge which opened in 2016 (Source: Lee Everts).

The goal was to accomplish the need of the bridge to lift, but to do so in an aesthetically pleasing manner, one accordant with the heritage of the area. The resulting bridge was wider than the first Ambrose Shea Lift Bridge. The machinery required to raise the middle section was located at the top of the towers of the two spans on either side.

The designers were well aware of the harsh environment in which the bridge would be located, trying to take this into account.

Nothing’s Perfect

But nothing’s perfect. So even the new bridge succumbed to various problems, having to be closed at times to both road and marine traffic. Customarily ingenious, some fish harvesters dealt with the inability of the lift bridge to rise by cutting the heights of their vessels. Some would alter their equipment so the masts could simply be bent in order to get under the bridge and raised once into the harbour.

For the most part, the bridge operates unimpeded. Still, every now and then, a problem will arise. However, the problem is eventually addressed and traffic resumes.

An Iconic Presence

It’s now 2024 and in two years, we’ll mark the tenth anniversary of the new Sir Ambrose Shea Lift Bridge. Without question, there’ve been several periods that may have left residents and others wondering, was this really worth the cost? Still, for the hundreds regularly crossing the bridge, the answer would definitely be, yes, it was worth it. And without question, the bridge has become an iconic feature of the Town of Placentia.

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Canadian Consulting Engineer 2013 “Lift bridge in Placentia has to be durable” https://www.canadianconsultingengineer.com/transportation/lift-bridge-in-placentia-has-to-be-durable/1002340407/

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CBC News 2018 “Fishermen frustrated and fuming as Placentia lift bridge leaves boats stuck in harbour” https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/newfoundland-labrador/placentia-lift-bridge-upset-1.4655557

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Library and Archives Canada 2014 “A plan of the settlement and fishing room belonging to the French inhabitants of the beach at Placentia” [cartographic material] Local class no. H3/140/Placentia/[1714] 140 – Metro areas, Newfoundland cartographic material, architectural drawing

“Placentia Ferry” Evening Telegram Editorial Notes (St. John’s, N.L.) 1901-04-30

Roberts, Terry 2016 “Cost of Placentia bridge nearly 20 per cent higher than contracted” https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/newfoundland-labrador/placentia-lift-bridge-cost-1.3585545

“Telegram to R.A. Squires” GN 8, File # 157, Folder 1, [District of] Placentia-St. Mary’s The Rooms, Provincial Archive of Newfoundland and Labrador

“The Old Black Punt Again to the Rescue” Evening Telegram (St. John’s, N.L.), 1910-09-16

“The Placentia Ferry” Evening Telegram (St. John’s, N.L.) 1917-12-14