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has opened a new depth of appreciation. P.S. This story comes from the Lanark Eco-Village website: "In a cold climate, if a home was built without a heating system, it would be seen as incomplete. As transport fuels become expensive, a home built without a food supply will be considered incomplete. Such

domestic ecosystems can be built for individual homes, for villages, or perhaps even cities. All would benefit from secure local food production." All links at: ♣ See also: "Where Will the Grandchildren Live,” P.63.


Musings On Beginning My 8 th Decade…

SEVENTY YEARS OLD TOMORROW (Aug. 31, 2016) Paul Bowles, Fruitvale BC PHOTOS ON P.87

Tomorrow is my birthday so I can't help sending you this brief review of my life which I wrote just for the occasion. I hope you are both in fine health and have enjoyed your summer, reaped some fine vegetables from the good earth and find sufficient amusement to keep you intrigued with life itself. Outside my window I hear rumblings of thunder, heralding perhaps the end of summer. The magical force of cyclical change taking place vibrating through our bodies, flashing lightning searing our eyes, touching our souls with the relationship to Earth. The wind blows through the trees and the pattering of rain drops gradually increase in volume expanding to a torrent thrashing upon the roof and flooding the ground. I don't know how my day tomorrow will unfold but I am looking forward to some real mail (that I understand has been held back for the occasion.) Hard copy, real written words perhaps, who knows? What anticipation held in suspension. All the best Paul Seventy years old tomorrow, do I collate the memories one by one? Is there a reason I should bother, other than running out of time to spare or the desire to scatter some notion of a life, for the interest of grandchildren should they ever wonder who I was.... when it’s too late to ask. Here, introspection is an old hand opening a drawer revealing a past, a fragmented tapestry of friends, and music making, ideas and beliefs, loves and struggles, occupations and hobbies. How can one encapsulate the fascination, when young, with images on matchbox labels collected and dutifully stuck in albums and scrap books, I still have them, (p.87) the ‘Elect Kennedy’ book match, ‘The Pentagon’, the flooded Dutch house, the Bengal Tiger Attack, The P@0 Line match, Greek, Italian, Chinese match box labels, featuring architecture, aircraft, lotus flowers, 70 dialogue

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Stonehenge, The Pyramids, ruined amphitheatres, snow covered mountains. I can’t expect anyone these days to appreciate these static images of a pre gadget world from the 1950’s. I also enjoyed carving a piece of wood on the front step or drawing ships or cars with pencil on paper. Later in life I became a printer in occupation and a calligrapher and illustrator as a serious pastime. But my first job was as a clerk at the Admiralty in Whitehall, London, England, for the Department of Naval Security. We were shown films of how government people might be approached by the ...’Other Side,’ and duped into a life of espionage and blackmail. One day I went through just such an experience for real. It seems odd to think that a naive 16-year-old boy could recognise someone tailing him, but I could – and ran like Hell to shake him off. It became more obvious then, in a London crowd: two figures weaving in and out of people and traffic; even more obvious when I took the emergency spiral staircase down to the underground trains and just slipped into the closing doors ahead of this careening figure leaping from the stairs. I smiled with a satisfied expression, but then watched with disbelief as the doors opened once again and he slipped inside. I moved down the carriages and relaxed, thinking he would never find me among all those people through which you could hardly move, since it was rush hour; but he did find me and I was approached. He gave me the rap and I actually agreed to meet with him but then I didn’t show up. I never told the department about it. I was not sure if he was ‘one of us,’ just testing my mettle, or if he indeed worked for the Russians, but he didn’t try a second time. I will never know. After two years as a clerk, I made a transition to Lithography and entered the printing trade, which was a more practical rather than intellectual environment. I enjoyed working in London as a young person, the Beatles were singing ‘Twist and Shout,’ Trafalgar Square is impressive, and nostalgic for me since I have an old black and white photo of my dad and me when

Dialogue Vol.30, No.1 digital edition  

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Dialogue Vol.30, No.1 digital edition  

Canada's unique volunteer-produced magazine for ideas, insights, critical thinking & radical imagination - shared in letters, essays, storie...