Sunday, June 17, 2018

For My Dad (And My Mom)...

DoingItAllOver
AgainVille 



Those of you who have been stopping by here for awhile now may be asking....

Why this post again? 

Because it's a tradition - that's why!

And, just in case you'd like a little musical accompanient while you read on...


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My Dad spent his entire adult life working for tow-boat companies hauling all manner of stuff up and down the west coast, from Alaska to California, and sometimes even across the water to Hawaii.

And he was pretty well paid for doing that job, especially once the 1970's arrived.

And while I know that part of the reason for my Dad's increasing salary, which helped make it possible for me to go to college, a first in our family, was the damned good job he did as he began to work on ever bigger boats like, say, this one, I also know that in large part I owe my shot at a higher education to his union.

How do I know this for sure?

Because I also know that my Mom, who was climbing the ladder working in ever bigger branches on ever bigger jobs with ever bigger responsibilities of one of our country's biggest banks at the very same time my Dad was hauling logs, got paid peanuts by comparison for doing her non-union job.

But that does not mean that my Mom's passing down of her ability to be analytical, sometimes in the extreme, did not help me get to college too and, maybe even more importantly, help me become a full-fledged science geek in the end.

My mom passed away awhile back after a long, slow decline that left my Dad doing a whole lot of the work and the worry of taking care of her after his days of working for a living/pay cheque were long done. It was a tough lot that gave him little time or space to do much else. Which is why it was so special when he came over from the Island awhile back to see littler e's last big local dance show as a kid*.

Anyway, with all that said, below is my now traditional F-Day post for my Dad....

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I really do live a charmed life.

I have a wonderful wife and two great kids.

I also have a job I actually like, where most of the time I get to do what I want while working with people (also mostly kids) to produce stuff that we are all really proud of.

And that job pays me well; not hockey player money well, but I make more than I ever dreamed of. Which, of course, means that I make just enough that we can afford to live in our own house within the Vancouver city limits.

In fact, I guess some might say that I am upwardly mobile enough that I should quit all my complainin' because I'm one of the lucky ones that actually benefits financially from many of the 'well-off folks first!' policies of Mr. Campbell and Ms. Clark et al.

But here's the thing.....

I am most definitely not one of those 'ladder puller-uppers'

You know, somebody who's got theirs, and now says, "Screw you Jack," to everybody else.

Why?

I'll tell you why.

It's because of my Dad.......


My old man was a Union man.

And the folks in the Union fought like bastards...and they fought constantly, usually for the tiniest of things in each successive contract...things like an extra quarter percent on a COLA clause, or one little add-on like an extra free filling per year on the dental plan.

And when I was a kid, especially during that time when I was a barely no-longer-a-teenager-aged kid, I thought the folks from the Union were just a little bit off their nut....all that energy going into what, exactly?

After all, it was the 80's, and Dave Barrett and the Socialist Hordes were long gone, and the Wild Kelowna boys were rolling along, and Unions were bad, and Expo was coming, and Trudeau was going, and John Turner was hiccupping, and Mulroney was lurking, somewhere off in the distance....

....And if you were a half-bright, apolitical science-geek kind of kid like me, breezing your way through college and thinking about graduate school, you laughed when you saw the boy wonder from Burnaby, Michael J. Fox, shirk his Family Ties and ape the young Republicans while making fun of his willfully neutered Leftie of a Dad on the TV screen...

....And if you were that kid, you thought that you were living in a golden age that was tied, not to the social democratic reforms of the past, but to the coming of Free Trade and the promises of the Reaganites from the South...

...And from that perspective you sure as heck didn't always get the irony of Bruce Springsteen singing about the plight of the working class in 'Born in the USA'.

But now that I have spent a good chunk of time in USA where I started a family of my own before coming home, I do get it.

I understand that my Dad spent his entire adult life hauling logs up and down the West Coast, working his guts out to help keep the robber baron families rich because he had to make a living to support his own family....

....And I get the fact that, because of the Unions, my family's standard of living gradually improved, bit by bit, over the years so that by the time I had grown up to be that callow young man described above my parents had saved enough to help me go to University....

....And I get the fact that I was the first one in my family who got to go to University....Ever.....And it wasn't because I was so damned smart....

....And I get the fact that, while my parents' limited financial help and support was important, it would never have been enough to get me into the same good schools if I had arrived on the scene a single generation earlier or, perhaps, later....

....And I get the fact that those Wild Kelowna Boys, and all the other neo-cons that have come since, have been doing their damndest to destroy the dream of a University education for all, and instead have instituted an elitist education for some and one-trick-pony Technical training for everybody else.....

....And I get the fact that, if it wasn't for folks like my Dad and the other lefties of his time, my current world, one in which I make a living with my eyes and my mind wide open, would not be what it is today.....

....And most of all, I now get the fact that my Dad was, and is, my hero.


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Photo at the top of the post...My Dad and my youngest brother getting ready for a highly ritualized Samuri Fishing Rod Sword Fight (to the death!) up at Spectacle Lake at the top of the Malahat on Vancouver Island in the early/mid-70's.
Photo at the bottom of the post...My Mom with somebody's kid, probably one of my much younger cousins, at the picnic table in our daisy-filled old back yard on Monterey Ave. in Victoria that was the scene of a thousand-and-one-before-and-after-dinner soccer and/or cream-'em games (although the latter were more often in the front yard for some unfathomable reason) also probably from the middish '70's...And if I'm wrong, rest assured that my brothers will be sure to correct me!
*For the record that does not mean that littler e's dancing days are done...In fact, in the last year she has danced in both New York and Europe....
And as you might (or might not) have predicted,  writing the last line, above, flung the following ear worm into my brain...Surprise!


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10 comments:

J MacDuff (Weatherguy) said...

Great piece. Right on the money. Loved it

RossK said...

Thanks JM--

Happy weathering.


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Eleanor Gregory said...

You and I and others of our vintage (and socioeconomic situation) were very fortunate to have had the opportunity to go to university, graduate and find a job when tuition and living costs were something that a young person could (with some help from parents and some bursary and/or scholarship money) afford.

RossK said...

EG--

Absolutely.

And that is why we, and all of our fellow boomer fortunates, should never, ever become ladder puller-uppers.


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e.a.f. said...

Thank you for printing this piece again. I enjoy reading it because it is why some of us are where we are today, our parents and their being able to hold Unionized jobs. I remember when the IBEW got the first contract which gave working people approx. $100 a week at B.C. Electric's gas division. It was a big deal.

Its good for people who didn't live through that, to learn how we got to have what we have today, although I'd suggest the newer generations are back where our parents and grandparents were when it comes to owning homes and such.

Thank you again.

cfvua said...

Never get tired of reading that one.

RossK said...

e.a.f.--

I was in the IBEW! In college I worked for Hydro. The most money I made until I finished my post-doc and got a faculty job fifteen years later.

There is post or fifty in there somewhere....


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Thanks, as always, for stopping by cfvua.


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Keith. said...

Read this last year, again this year and looking forward to next year.

Says it all.

Anonymous said...

Unions Did Great Things for the Working Class
Strengthening them could blunt inequality and wage stagnation.

https://www.bloomberg.com/view/articles/2018-06-13/unions-did-great-things-for-the-american-working-class

"Politically and economically, unions are sort of an odd duck. They aren’t part of the apparatus of the state, yet they depend crucially on state protections in order to wield their power. They’re stakeholders in corporations, but often have adversarial relationships with management. Historically, unions are a big reason that the working class won many of the protections and rights it now enjoys, but they often leave the working class fragmented and divided -- between different companies, between union and non-union workers, and even between different ethnic groups.

Economists, too, have long puzzled about how to think about unions."

- by Noah Smith, Bloomberg

RossK said...

Thanks Keith and Anon-Above--



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