Monday, 23 March 2026

Red Heart by James Alexander Thom


      This is a novel I have been wanting to read for years.  I had enjoyed reading several of the other novels written by James Alexander Thom, based on historical figures who had existed in the early settlement of the midwest.  I had become aware of Red Heart years ago, but hadn’t been able to find it, until I discovered it as an ebook in Apple Books.  

    The novel is based on the life of Fanny Slocum.  The novel begins In 1778 with five year old red-haired Fanny living with her pioneering Quaker family in Susquehanna, Pennsylvania.  During an Indian attack, Fanny was kidnapped by the three Indians, who killed and scalped one of her older brothers.  The Indians gagged Fanny and carried her off on horseback, traveling quickly for days, before they eventually getting her to an Indian village.  There she was given to an Indian woman who had had her daughter killed by Whites when they had earlier attacked the tribe.  

    As time went by, Fanny slowly learned the tribe’s language and she slowly adapted to her new life with the tribe.  Her red hair was was always an attraction with the other Indians in the tribe.  While initially missing her birth family, she soon found love with her new mother, and began to really enjoy the freedom she found living with the Indians, which was not as restrictive or structured as her life had been with her Quaker family.  She began to see that the Indian culture was similar to that of her Quaker family, with their values of peace, kindness, and honesty.  Fanny loved being part of the religious ceremonies for planting and harvesting, even though they were so different from the religious traditions she had known as a very young child.

    Although Fanny was accepted and became a member of the village, the Indians in her village hated Whites, and it didn’t take Fanny long to see why.  The Indians worked hard to grow the garden crops needed to get them through the hard winters, but time after time, White armies would attack the villages in the fall, before they could harvest, burning their gardens and their wigwams.  This forced the tribe to retreat further and further away from the Whites, and having to start all over establishing a new village.  This destruction occurred, year after year, as the white settlers, took over more and more of the Indian’s land.

    With another white army about to attack the village, Neepah, her Indian mother who Fanny had come to love, arranged to have Fanny sent away to live with Neepah’s elderly parents who lived in a village near Niagara Falls.  Neepah, who had stayed behind to help protect their village was killed by the Whites.  Neepah’s death was very traumatic, for Fanny, but she soon found love and became the adopted daughter of Tuck Horse and Flicker, Neepah’s elderly parents.

           The attacks of the whites continued year after year, destroying the wigwams, crops, and Indian villages wherever the Indians tried to establish them.   White traders sold the liquor that destroyed Fanny’s first husband, and later one of her children, who was killed by a young drunken Indian.   Fanny soon learned to hate whites too and never trusted  them.  She hid herself from them, fearing they would take her sell her back to the Quaker family she could hardly remember.   

            Red Heart covers a fascinating and untold story, full of the history, the struggles, and the culture of the Native people of the time.  I found it immensely interesting and enlightening.  I was very touched toward the end when Fanny an old woman in her seventies, finally got to meet her two brothers and a sister who were still alive.   Fanny Slocum  lived an amazing life, and I happy that James Alexander Thom, had presented it in such a readable and gripping novel.


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Sunday, 22 March 2026

Kona, Waiting for her Food


     With her terrible hip dysplasia, Kona’s life has become very restricted.  She can’t do much on her own now, and needs my help to carry her from place to place.  What she still can do is eat, and even though eating has always played an important part in her life, now it has really become her most central focus.

    Yesterday, when I was in the kitchen preparing her dinner, I happened to glance into the living room, and there was Kona on the couch, her head resting on the arm of the couch, watching me with great intensity, anxiously waiting for me to get done fixing her food, so she could e\\\


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Saturday, 21 March 2026

The First Sprouts of Spring


     With all of the craziness of the weather, I find it reassuring to find that Nature responds the way that it should.  This morning I was happy to discover that the first green sprouts of spring have dared to show themselves.  Their buried bulbs are planted in the narrow strip which lays between our sidewalk and our house.  That face of the house gets direct sunlight in the morning and the heat radiating from the house’s sunlit wall warms the area, giving the bulbs an incentive to get growing.  

    I am never quite sure what these initial sprouts are until they develop a bit further, but I am just happy to see a tiny bit of the newly discovered bright green color of the buried flower bulbs.



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Friday, 20 March 2026

Springtime in the Rockies


     Welcome to Spring.  Up here in the Canadian Rockies, today’s official start of Spring does not really mean anything as far as the weather is concerned.   Spring is a season of weather changes as part of Spring’s transition, and we are certainly experiencing that.  After many days of rain, this morning we woke up with snow covering the ground.  At present, it is raining again.

    The cartoon is one of my early ones, probably drawn in the first part of the 1980’s.  No doubt it was inspired by a more extreme weather transition, than we are getting today.

    I took the photo below this morning on my walk around the pond.  The pond ice is melting around the edges, and this shows the open water on its way to the pond’s outflow.  The remains of the old fence is part of the fence that existed in the 1970’s when we bought our property.  I didn’t take it down when I had the pond built.



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Thursday, 19 March 2026

Population


        Back in 1970, I remember reading a book called “The Population Bomb”, which discussed the fact that the human population was growing faster than the food supply, and that meant big trouble ahead.  The book got quite a bit of buzz, and so did the phrase, “Stop at Two” that encouraged people to not have any more than two offspring.  Both the book and the phrase are long forgotten, and in the 50 years since then the population has doubled in size.

        Population is at the root of so many of the world’s problems today...hunger, poverty, wars, and environmental degradation, but it is rarely discussed, because it might upset people’s religious, and cultural beliefs.  Religions and cultures that give all the power to men are one of the basic causes, since birth control can be available throughout the world.

        Everyone alive deserves the same high standard of living that is available in the developed world, but statistics tell us that presently the US alone uses up 25% of the worlds resources.  There are just not enough resources in the world for everyone to live the way North Americans do.  It spells mega problems ahead for everyone, except the ultra-wealthy.

       I have  read that the number of people living today, is greater than the total number of people who have ever lived, and died, on this planet.  That scares me, because there seems to be no apparent concern or solutions.

        Tragically, there are prominent and powerful people today who are actually pushing for increases in population (preferably for them: the White population).  Men, like Elon Musk and JD Vance are two proponents of more people.  Today’s world, with all of its increasing limitations, brought on by climate change, leaves our earth struggling and unable, to provide for all of its current population.  The last thing the only planet we can survive on needs, is more people.


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Wednesday, 18 March 2026

Where Do The Cartoons Come From?


         n the little Robson Valley community where I live, I am usually introduced as “the guy that draws the cartoons in the paper.”  That seems to be my claim to fame.  One of the most common questions I am always asked is, “How do you come up with all those ideas?”

        It is a complicated question to answer, because there is no single answer to the question.  The ideas come from everywhere.  Things I see, things I hear, sometimes, things just pop into my head, and I have even gotten ideas in my dreams.   Most commonly, the ideas result from something that happens to me in my life.

        In the cartoon above, you might be able to figure out where the idea for the cartoon came from.  Basically, what happened was that our cat Lucifer was so eager to get into her fresh litter box, that she jumped into it when I laid it down to take my boots off after cleaning it.  She did not even give me a chance to put it in its spot.  Usually, I just take a humorous situation like that, and make it more extreme.  That is what I did in this cartoon.

        I used to do a cartoon every week for the local paper, in 2013 a second local paper asked me if I would do cartoons for them also, so I was doing two cartoons every week.  The second paper disappeared, and last year the local weekly paper went down to just publishing every two weeks, so there is a lot less pressure to come up with a cartoon for me. 

        If I can’t come up with a cartoon, I can always redo one of the many old cartoons I have drawn.  I have discovered that after three years, people don’t remember the cartoons anyway.


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Tuesday, 17 March 2026

Wind, Then of course, a Power Outage


     Yesterday, was day of strong winds and blowing snow.  Eventually the snow petered out, but the wind kept blowing.   Because we live in a rural area with a lot of trees, when we get strong winds, that often causes a tree, somewhere along the long power line that feeds our house, to blow over onto the line, resulting in an outage.  So I wasn’t entirely surprised late yesterday afternoon when our power went off.

    Initially, our power went off, then came back on, then off, then on, in a rapid repeat.  I knew that sort of thing can play havoc on electrical equipment, so I went to our electrical box and just flipped the breaker for the whole house off.  I figured I would leave it off for about twenty minutes, hoping that by that time, things would have settled back down.

    Twenty minutes later, I flipped the house breaker back on and was surprised when nothing happened.  At first I wondered if something had happened to the breaker, but then realized that more than likely, we were experincing a power outage.

    I got my cell phone and went to the BC Hydro (our electricity provider) website to see information I could glean.  It took what seemed like forever for the website to load, because McBride just has G3 phone connectivity.   Once the site loaded, I found out that yes indeed, a tree had blown down across a power line.    The power outage had begun shortly after 4:00, and the website said a crew was on its way (they have to come from one hour away) and it was expected that our power would be back on by 6:00.

    Six o’clock came and went, but the outage continued.  By 7:00 the temperature inside out house was starting to get cold (17°C, 63°F) because our electric baseboards weren’t working, so I built a fire in the wood stove to warm things up.

    Every time we have a long outage,I become aware of just how dependent we are on the internet to pass the time.  We can use our phones, but as I mentioned, with just G3, everything takes forever to load.  Fortunately, I had a downloaded eBook on my iPad, so I was able to read about 4 chapters, while we sat in front the fire in our wood stove waiting for the power to come back on.

    Finally, at 8:00, we heard the beeps of our electrical equipment, alerting us that they again had electricity.  It is always such a treat to finally get things back to normal.


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