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Morality and Multiculturalism

The world is changing!!!

Despite the excited punctuation, this is not news: Change is the one constant mankind knows.  Countless millennia ago some venturesome animal stood up on its back legs and stepped out into a new life, never to be the same again.

Today, I sense that my world is poised to plunge again onto uncharted ground.  No longer do different peoples live relatively isolated from one another.  I lift my phone and connect with a friend in a different culture, as easily as if she lives next door.   Continue reading


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Life Skills

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The room is festooned with banners and balloons, menorahs and crèches.  The noise level is high as people gather.  Laughter, hugs, kisses, and warm greetings identify this as a family gathering.  The group finally gets seated, and dinner is about to be served.  Two women rise.  One recites a Hebrew blessing, and the other an old Scottish Christian one.  Thanks acknowledged, attention is turned enthusiastically to the food.

We live in interesting times and in a rapidly changing world.  Many world areas have a great diversity in their population.  To live fully has always required hard work, well developed life skills, and a dash of good fortune!  The multicultural mix adds more complications.  For such a culture to flourish, it needs understanding citizens who value acceptance, and who reject prejudice.

Old fears die slowly.  For many eons we have been comfortable only with those “like us.”  How enriching to find people with different colour, religion, and race who cherish the same life values that we do.  What a marvelous opportunity for us all.

Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah.


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Chewing Tobacco, Grasshoppers and Sex

It was sunny and warm so I carried my afternoon snack carefully through the house, heading for the shade of the east-facing front porch.  “I know
it is cool out there”, said Mother, “but it is covered with grasshoppers.  Do you want to go out?”  I assured her that I did and that I liked grasshoppers “Mom, they are interesting.” Mother smiled and murmured something about not being surprised.

There were a lot of grasshoppers I noticed, as I crossed the porch and sat down on the first step after brushing several of my hopping friends out of my way.  Doris and I enjoyed these little flying beasts who descended on us in waves from time to time.  We had discovered that if we caught one and squeezed it carefully, the response was predictable.  It would promptly spit out a dark, brown, sticky juice.  We would release the first one and catch another.  Same squeeze, same result – “Spitting tobacco juice” we called this behaviour.

Tobacco juice we knew about.  The Danish enclave which formed our district, was comprised of many who came directly from “The Old Country”  –  Denmark.  Cigar smoking was common among these new Canadians, but so was getting their nicotine another way, from chewing tobacco.  As they worked around the farm, the hired men usually had a lump tucked in one cheek.  They worked, they chewed, and they spat out brown tobacco juice.  The old men sat in rocking chairs by the kitchen stoves watching life swirl around them, and chewed a wad of tobacco.  Beside them were spittoons, jug-like affairs.  Usually they were stationed on a spread of newspapers – to catch the errant streams of juice that missed the jug!  Doris and I knew tobacco juice, and the grasshoppers spit certainly looked just like it.    Continue reading


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