North Bay Teachers College - Polaris Yearbook (North Bay, Ontario Canada)

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North Bay Teachers' College of In l n nu nl nl un lu nl ul un nn nu nl In ll nn nn--In ll lu ll nu lu lu In ml ll In lln nl un ull In nn ln nu n+ I COME TO THE NORTH On the Zoth of July. 195-I, l set sail from Southampton, England aboard the S.S. Atlantic, bound for Canada. Canada! lYhat was it like? VVhat was the future in store for me? Having many Canadian friends in Eng- land, my tamily and 1 had been both warned of and encouraged in coming to Canada. The thought of our journey to Canada first came at Christmas, 1953, but no definite plans were made until .Iune 24th. 1954, leaving us just one month to pack up and leave. From Christmas to july, all 1 could think of were the wonders of coming to Canada and the disadvantages of staying in England. 1 am afraid these thoughts were changed, however, on July 26th, as the S.S. Atlantic slipped away from the dockside, and we waved goodbye to all our friends and relations, maybe forever! I can still hear the strains now of the songs they sang as we cruised into the estuary: Now ls The Hour VVhen VVe Must Say Goodbye and Auld Lang Svne '. As we journeyed across the Atlantic we had mixed thoughts. Our Canadian friends had told us many things about Canada and especially about Sudbury, our final destination. l remember, among other things. they had told us that it was so cold in Sudbury the birds had to go to lceland to keep warm. They had also told us of the mode of transportation - dog sled - and of how the sidewalks were always taken in at night. tlncidentally, none of our friends had ever been to Sudburyfl 1 remember, as we talked to some of the other Canadians. we would tell them of our proposed journfy to their home, and they would reply, How wonder- full To what province are you going? Ontario . Qntario. that is a really beautiful province. But to what town in Ontario? As we answered, Sudbury a blank expression would appear on their faces and the reply would be a gasp, Ubi I Y Yes, as we journeyed across the Atlantic we certainly had mixed thoughts. XYe arrived in Quebec on August lst, 1954, and after a very rough crossing we were met by pouring rain. The weather certainly made us feel at home. I think this was probably the worst part of the journey. lt seemed that everyone on board knew someone on the wharf except us. There was not one friendly face to greet us. However, so much happened as we docked that our minds were very soon full of other thoughts. ,. As we entered the railway station to board the train for Montreal, we were given our first view of a Canadian train. So tall! So long! So comfortable and so clean! Perhaps 1 should add, so different from the I-Inglish trains! lt was marvellous to be able to move a seat into a comfortable angle, instead of hav- ing to sit rigidly in one position for hours. Stepping from the train in Montreal, we were met by confusion and bewilderment. I wonder if anyone can imagine how a person who comes from a house one and a half miles from the nearest village or main highway must feel on being put into the middle of one of the largest cities in Canada, with traffic moving at breakneck speed and on the wrong side of the road, too. If it is possible to imagine, that was the feeling I had. However, our week's stay in Montreal was one of the best weeks 1 have ever spent. XX'e left Montreal on the following weekend and travelled to Sudbury. As we neared Sudbury, the train slowed down and the ,Iones family looked eagerly out of the window to have a glimpse of our new home town. lpfortunately, we looked out of the window just as t'1e train neared Coniston, a town just near Sudbury. Ifrom the train the scene was desolate, barren and very unwelcoming. lf anyone had offered us a ride back to lingland jllfl at that moment, I think I would have taken it gladly. Much to our relief, however, the train passed on. XYe arrived in Sudbury at seven o'clock in the morning and we were once again met by pour- ing rain. As we stepped out of the station, we sank into ankle deep 1nud. Sudbury had chosen this special wet-lc in August to dig up the road and lay down new pines. Now there was no evidence of either road or side- ualk. and I began to wonder if Sudbury really did ta':2 in its sidewalks at night! XYithin two or three days we were very fortunate in finding a comfortable apartment. After settling in had our first opportunity to breathe since Christmas, 1953. Travelling around Sudbury on the first day. ue were impressed by many things, the buses, the clothes and shoes, the cars and the restaurants. 1 think the things that impressed me more than anything else were the wonderful food stores. I had never seen so ninvli food all in one place. Meat had been rationed in England up until the Vtiednesday before we sailed, and here was meat all for the asking. It seemed so strange to pick up each piece. all wrapped so beautifully. and clioose the one desired instead of beinff told what to buy, as had been the case in England. ln England. ere sold food by assistants who stood behind a counter, and it was necessary to visit four or five differ- .-nr store-s for Ijftbllutjls which can be bought in one stare in Canada. Money of course was very strange to ll- Jsnfl even now. after being here for almost six months, I feel that a one dollar bill still has not the same yalnf as its equivalent uf seven shillings. - I lipiw- said. I have been here almost six months now, and I really love Canada. I have seen sO inzinj. ,-,oinlv-rful thines, visited so many wonderful places, and met so many wonderful people that l have rw'-r oinw- ri-ei'vItf'rI leaving my homeland. And how proud I leel to be able to join in the singing of .. - u fi Izinafla, our lnvnn- and native land. -MARGARET JONES Cf 42

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North Bay Teachers' College up I ll l un nl ll ll ll ll ll Il ul ll ll ll ll ll nu -ll ll ll ll ul ll ll lu ll Ill lu ll In ll ll ll ul ll ll I+ RHUMBA ON THE SNOW You say you love to hear the swish of snow beneath your flying skis? Not I! I much prefer the creak and champ of snowshoes as they clump laboriously over the snow. It is a comparatively simple matter to learn to snowshoe - except that you must have certain peculiar physical characteristics. Your legs must be slightly bowed and yet be long enough to stride forward. You should also have an extended torso, so that you will be able to touch, not your own toes, but the ground in front of the toes of the snowshoes whenever necessary. The first step in earning to snowshoe is, of course. motivation. You simply must motivate yourself. Tell yourself how much you'd love to get out your snowshoes again. Don't, on any account, let yourself think of your initial attempt on them last year. Vvhen you have worked up sufficient enthusiasm, take out your snowshoes, place them on the snow, and tie yourself into them. Now you are ready to move for- ward. Poise yourself, raise one leg into the air. swing it away to the side. and bring it down and forward in a wide arc - a somewhat glorified rhumba step. You're away! Strike out across the nearest field. If there isn't much snow, don't let it bother you. It gives you a sense of power to mash the little plants beneath your feet. Then, of course, there is the inevitable fence. You say you develop wonderful balance on skis? Let me assure you that there is no better balance exercise than climbing a fence on snowshoes, for it involves balancing on the round toe of one snowshoe and on the pointed tail of the other, while trying to hold yourself erect enough to be clear of the fence. On skis you might go faster down hill, but on snowshoes you go faster up hill. I find a way may be developed to beat the skier down hill also. You simply dig in your toes and pitch forward to the foot. rolling all the way. It is best to develop a certain bold pride and if possible a slight swagger as you snowshoe: at least look as it you are enyoying yourself. This will help to carry you over many embarrassing situations. You will love the intricate patterns you create in the snow, and the firmness of each foot-print made. The trail will pack hard. so that you may pick up your snowshoes and walk home on it. it you so desire. Don't give up. Be optimistic. Lean back in your chair, pinch some colour into your pallid cheeks, draw back your lips in what you hope is a grin, and with all the strength you can muster say, My, what an invigorating experience! -UNA BRUCE THE SPELL OF THE NORTH It was pure enchantment! A fairy's jewel-studded wand had touched me, and suddenly I was in the midst of a coniured dream. Kiere words could not express my feelings, as I stood poised on the crest of a Laurentian hill on a moon- light night. I gazed as a sovereign on the kingdom spread before me. My ski pants and thick habitant jacket were changed to robes of purple velvet pile: my cumbersome ski boots fitted snugly into the stirrups of a saddled, brown hickory steed. The steep slope beneath spread gently into a shallow basin before it was swallowed up by ermine-coated evergreens. The trees were stalwart sentinels, whose hearts held mystery and age-old lore. They stood apart and aloof from shivering hazel bushes, whose heavy snow hats had made them giant umbrellas. 'Yonder, like the packed bleachers of a stadium, a steep hill arose in a sea of dark-coated trees. Silent- ly it dared my skill. Challenged in the expectant silence, I pushed off. My skiis leaped forward, breasting the brilliant crust, curving smoothly round guardian trees which sought to halt my intruding journey into the mysterious valley. Soft snow streaked from beneath the fguickening wood and sprayed past my ankles. I was exuberant with confidence as I glided along the basin floor. No longer an intruder, I was but a shadow filtering through the pregnant silence. Slowly I turned to gaze whence I had come. The smooth trail was as though carved from silver, already part of an ancient past. I lingered, scarcely daring to breathe in the fragile stillness. l'ast thicket and tree I laboured up the hill until I stood upon its summit. In the horizon, the city's rosy glow penetrated the cold heavens. Its twinkling lights were an earthly Milky XYay. To the right lay the club house, from which a thin, curling column of grey smoke crumbled incessantly in vainly- attrinpted ascent. It was as if standing on the brink of two worlds - one of bustling, struggling human- kind. the other uf peace. safety and beauty. 'Ihr -pi-II was broken! I had no choice nov' but to return, and I glided reluctantly to the clubhouse. Vfbat ha- man tver created to equal nature - its beauty, its stillness, its depths? Rouscd from my reverie bg, sbontnie roinpanion-. l joined them before 11 blazing hearth. I had one ionsolaiion. .Xt Inst, I had found that which quenched my thirst. .X taste of forbidden .'.1:.fi, sl1'1'I1 'l f.-.ith iininortality, il trespassed sanctuary - an earthly p:1r:1dise. -KATHY CROZIER GE 44