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Our Environment

This is the fox farm which we later called the poultry farm.
  The surrounding area had badlands which were convenient
for us to hike and explore.

Also, just two blocks from home, we had a slow running river with lots of bushes along its banks. In the opposite direction, one block away from home, were the railway tracks and a variety of railway structures that we played on, in, and around. As well, a ball diamond and a gravelled school yard were within a block of our home. However, for some reason, we chose the convenience of our side street, right next to our house, to play catch, running yards, etc.

 

 

 

 

Impact of Our Home Experience

 

When we were young, we lived in the hatchery (on the right), and six years later we moved into the house on the left. So while growing up we were close to the excitement and challenges that came with a new and expanding business. It wasn't long before Mom and Dad were adding a poultry farm and a branch office in Hanna, 50 miles (84 Km) away. The atmosphere that was created by this successful business probably had a direct impact on the variety and intensity of our free play and recreational choices.

Years later, someone bought the house, modified it a little, started selling fast food, and named it The Burger Barn. A bit later, it was expanded and named the Burger Baren, and now is Bernie and the Boys. (It is located two blocks west of the downtown area on 3rd Avenue, at 4th Street West.)

 

 

 

Here were three more things which had
an impact on us as children:

This is a photo of all our cousins. The weekend when all our relatives assembled at our home was an exciting time. Our home was centrally located, so during this time many of our relatives would meet at our place or stop off as they passed by.

It was probably about 1950 when Mom decorated our bikes for the local parade in an effort to promote the hatchery.

In 1951, when I was 7 years old Mom and Dad put a chicken in the parade. It looked impressive because it was put in the middle of a long line of trucks.

 

 

 

 

 

This is the place where we played Little League baseball,
just a block away from our home. The main railway tracks
are in the distance, and the stockyards are on the right.

 

Whenever a couple of  kids got angry at each other at school, they arranged to do their fighting after school at the stock yards.  In this way they could do their fighting without worrying that the teachers would stop it.  A rumor about the fight would circulate the school, so a crowd would show up at the stock yards to cheer the fighters on.  Fights usually lasted 5 or 10 minutes, until the police arrived to stop it. 

It was acceptable to fight with your fists or by wrestling.   However, if someone tried pulling hair or scratching with their finger nails, they would be ostracized for "fighting dirty."  Almost no one fought dirty, and in spite of Drumheller being a tough mining town, I can't recall hearing of anyone trying to fight with a knife.  All the kids would find a knife totally unacceptable.

So, important decisions were made on the ball field and at the stock yards. Maybe that is why, a number of years ago they chose this location to build a court house, a place to make more important decisions.

 

 

 

What became of everyone?

Wayne:

As an adult, Wayne spent most of his life working for the Fish and Wildlife. After retiring, he worked as a Field Instructor for the Lethbridge Community College for roughly 4 years, working with Conservation students. He also had a series of articles published in the western Canadian sports magazine Western Sportsman in 1999 and 2000 under the heading Warden's Beat. More recently he published the book: STEELE'S SCOUTS Samuel Benfield Steele and the North-West Rebellion, First edition 2001, Heritage House Publishing Company Ltd., Surrey, B.C. (This book is currently available in many libraries.)

 

Bob:

Bob has worked at various jobs in retail, spent a number of years doing service work with a gas company, and then finished by working for the city of Drumheller. He died in 1997 when he was shocked when installing swimming pool light bulbs and then fell from his ladder into the pool.

 

Tom:

My February 25, 1955 diary entry states that when Wayne and Tom were in the basement of the hatchery making chicken boxes, Bob and myself attempted to sneak up on them from the dark side of the room. Even though I only made one "Tom" entry in my diary, I cannot resist doing some name dropping by telling the reader what became of him.

Tom was one of the kids we had a fight with around 1953 using clumps of grass which we pulled out of the ground. The dirt stayed attached to the grass, so they were neat to throw; and they gave us good reason to dig trenches for protection. We had an interesting battle.

No doubt this helped Tom in later life. He became an Engineer and moved to Vancouver. Soon he was an MP and then a Cabinet Minister. He was Minister of Native Affairs during the 1990 Oka crisis (when the natives came face to face with the army), then Minister of External Affairs, and then later under Prime Minister Kim Campbell, he briefly became the Minister of Defense.

 

The Bartons:

The Bartons (featured in mud hike in 1955 link): Bill, Bob, and Earl went on to become an architect, a University computer worker, and a High School teacher respectively.

 

Bruce:

Bruce went on to become an RCMP constable, an irrigation water technician, and then a truck driver. More recently, before the recent real estate boom, he bought into a rural property with an excellent location. In his spare time, he fixed it up and imported a house from a remote town, and in so doing, converted his property into an acerage.

 

The author:

Events in my personal life in 2001 have forced me to post this more detailed and specific description of my unique career. Unfortunately, I can't post all the details. So while some people will pass negative judgment because I haven't explained enough, others will complain that I've explained too much.

Even though I am a semi-retired senior, there is still a need to explain why my career was difficult and frustrating, with no apparent direction. While this website (and other projects I did) suggests that I should have done really well with my career, unfortunately, that's not what happened. Many of my career struggles can be mostly explained by my PTSD symptoms. Over the years, their intensity has ebbed and flowed depending on what I was working at; and I did adapt, but they provided restrictions, long term uncertainty, and damaging tension.

Although I am an introvert, tension was still the worst on introvert jobs. They required that I remember and focus, and since that was difficult for me, every minute of the work day was spent being extremely tense, with my stomach tied in knots. I couldn't quit because I doubted if I could land a new job, and if I did land one, there would be the usual struggle to learn it, and then the same struggle to keep it. This situation eventually led to a variety of chronic health problems. There was less job pressure in sales, but I couldn't progress, so the career pressure remained. A number of jobs led to burn-out. Jobs that put me on my feet were painful, and eventually I found out that it was due to low bone density. Being tired due to a lack of quality sleep was a major road block; unlike most people who can function when tired, my mind tended to become erratic and to shut down. It isn't surprising that I eventually clung to routine work (work that required minimal learning, and afternoon starts), because that's all I could handle.

Career Details

After High School:
Immediately after High School when I was unable to find a job, I chose to return to school with the hope that it would lead to a decent career, or at least increase my ability to land a job. After failing the first year of University twice due to struggles with learning and pressure, I worked in the bank for 5 1/2 years. But remembering struggles and the constant pressure eventually impacted my ability to handle the job. Next, I landed an introverted accounting clerk job. But there was excessive tension because it was necessary to constantly try to focus and remember, and my health soon became a major concern. Volunteer work inspired me, so about four years later I landed extroverted work as a retail salesman. There was less pressure but I didn't have the abilities needed to progress, another frustrating dead end. For short periods I also held five other low paying jobs of various types that I was not suited to and which did not hold a future. During these years, all the various tests, workshops, and career counsellors that I made use of failed to provide solutions. The weaknesses nullified my strengths, so test results showed no workable solutions.

I returned to school:
After another period of frustrating unemployment, in 1980 I returned to school in hopes of becoming an elementary school teacher. Taking another expensive gamble seemed to be the best alternative (since nothing else seemed workable). I had had some success with training and with being a volunteer leader, so my hope was that the University courses and training would help minimize my weaknesses. It was a relief to find that this time I was able to tackle some courses with confidence and do really well. However, when it was crunch time my mind responded poorly to the high volume of work. So the pressure increased, and my ability to perform as a teacher got even worse. (Most students responded to the heavy work load while student teaching by pushing through in spite of being tired and so become better teachers. But when I was tired, regardless of how hard I tried, my mind made blunders and gradually shut down.) Both plan A and plan B didn't work out, so I wound up with a Bachelor of Arts degree.

A new strategy:
It was time for a new strategy. So in an effort to improve and broaden my skills, talent, and interests; to improve my job prospects and to make a little money, I turned to recreation, writing, and a part time job. Hard work on the part time job eventually resulted in a promotion. But I again struggling to learn under pressure, and then did poorly under little pressure. The emotional struggles of past jobs caused complications, so I eventually wound up back on my previous job. Later, a number of times I had the chance to move into a minor supervisory position, but a variety of experiences and indicators proved to me that I no longer had the emotional strength to handle that job. The last years of my career were spent clinging to a routine job and trying to make extra money with desktop publishing, photography, online trading, web site building, marketing work, organization analysis, and then videos. Now that I am semi-retired, it's a relief to finally have lots of time to spend on unuque creative projects [examples are given in this file: background of challenges]. I am currently working with videos, some of which will compliment my websites.

Two examples of what young teenagers
used to do in the 1950's:

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Posted January 10, 2001 .