Saturday, April 25, 2020

At Self-Isolation's End

These disposable masks cost $2 each. We have reusable cloth masks on order, but they will probably not come until COVID-22. We test-drove these on a 90-minute walk. They were hot, uncomfortable and pointless because we were in close proximity to no one. 
We'll save the masks for shopping. 
This was our last week of self-isolation. We stre-e-e-tched our provisions and did not starve. And, we're both feeling better. Until we get tested for anti-bodies, and maybe not even then, we won't know what afflicted us. Whatever it was, it never made us feel as sick as when we have a good rip-snorter of a cold. So who knows. 

I spent my first week of self-isolation piecing together some family history. My second week, I put together a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle. 

The commentary below is inspired by the bored sports announcer and his two labs.

Day One
Clark's opening move is a play book classic, wise given that she has been away from puzzles for most of her career. We see here a good effort at flipping all the pieces face up and finding all the border pieces. There's some lack of confidence in how she has gathered some of the "like" pieces into little piles but left a jumbled mass in the middle "for later."

Day Two
Once again, Clark's playing it safe, going for the easy-to-find parts of the puzzle, using a bottom-up approach. She's really gone to town on sorting the piece piles. This is either her confidence improving or just a sign that she's all out of better ideas.
Day Three
Clark's showing good form here. She's put all the flower baskets together and filled in the side of the barge. She's checked the floor several times for the missing piece close to the bottom of the puzzle. 

Day Four
You can see Clark's growth as an athlete here. She's found the missing piece which wasn't really missing after all. She's tackled the sky, showing she's not afraid of pieces that all look the same, except for the ones that all look the same where there are trees in front of buildings with light shining through. 
Day Five
Just before the clock runs out at noon on Friday, Karen triumphantly completes the puzzle. Fifteen hours of back-breaking leaning over the table, eye-straining peering at the picture on the box, and trying the same wrong piece in the same wrong spot over and over and over, have all brought her to this. Now all she has left is to break the puzzle up, put it back in the box, put the box in the crawlspace and get on with her life.

Thanks for reading!

Stay safe!

Karen

On the other side of the
puzzle board: a poster
with the details of a 1999
trip to Hawaii
Our reward for venturing out again: stencil graffiti,
Riverdale Park pedestrian bridge over the Don Valley


Saturday, April 18, 2020

My Nazi Granddad, Revisited


What's for dinner?
On Monday this past week, I developed a mild fever. By Tuesday, Bruce did the same. So we've been staying indoors even more than usual. In other words, no more afternoon walks.

To while away the tedium, I've been taking another look at my Nazi granddad.

Readers may recall the post where I recounted Bruno Lohse's story. He was born in Poland (Russia) in 1892, fought in WW I for Russia against the Germans, married and moved to Canada in 1920. His wife Emma died in 1933, just as the Great Depression kicked in. The same year, Bruno joined up with the nascent Nazi movement in Winnipeg, was arrested in 1939 and spent the war in an internment camp, leaving his five children, including my ten-year-old mother, to fend for themselves.

Bruno's arrest and five-year absence inflicted a wound on his family that never healed. My mother showed signs of the trauma her entire life. 

It's natural, in situations like this, to pin the blame on someone. Bruno's family blamed him, of course. 

I have always wondered if that was fair. Could Bruno have been the victim of wartime hysteria? Was he wrongfully rounded up, an innocent man but for his associations? His family said he could have been released. All he had to do was renounce Hitler. But he didn't do that. That's the part they could not forgive.

It is true that, under the law hastily passed to legalize their arrests, Bruno and all the others like him had the right to a hearing to argue for their freedom and be released. 

The records from these hearings are stored at the Canadian Archives. I ordered Bruno's transcript. Since receiving it, I have pored over it like it was a Dead Sea scroll. Honestly, the first dozen reads didn't make a lot of sense to me. 

To learn more about the context for the exchange between my grandfather and the three lawyers interrogating him, I Googled some of the names in the transcript - William Whittaker, Bernhard Bott, Adrien Arcand and Wilhelm Rodde.

These searches led me to other sources, including the book Brothers Beyond the Sea, which is a detailed and scholarly history of exactly Bruno's moment in time. 

So here's the lay of the land - in terms of radical political thought, racism and anti-semitism - in Winnipeg in the 1930's. 

  • First, there was the anti-semitism and racism practiced for decades by respectable members of the community - the people who barred Jews and others from joining their country clubs, or owning cottage property on Victoria Beach, or enrolling in law or medical schools.
  • Second, there was the grassroots Canadian Nationalist Party, led by former KKK member and hotel detective William Whittaker. He recruited young men to dress up in brown shirts and join him in fascist marches. He got his ass kicked in the all-but-forgotten Battle at Old Market Square in 1934. By 1936, his organization was moribund.
  • Third, there was German-sponsored Nazi propaganda, published in the Deutsche Zeitung fur Canada (German Daily News), which was the official organ of the Deutsche Bund (German Club). Both began in 1935, under the leadership of Bernhard Bott and the sponsorship of German Consul Wilhelm Rodde, an under-furher in the SS.
Bruno joined Whittaker's party in 1933, but left when it was clear to him that Whittaker was not going to succeed. He joined the Deutsche Bund in 1935 and subscribed to the Deutsche Zeitung from its first number. 

The purpose of the Bund and the Zeitung was to recruit Germans living in Canada to the Nazi cause. The Zeitung's message was part romanticized notions of the exemplary nature of the German "volk" and part loathsome hate mongering. The Zeitung also railed against the unfair treatment of Hitler's regime in the mainstream press.

I speculate that Bruno fell for racist national socialism and the propaganda of the Third Reich because he fit the profile: he was a young(ish) man in marginal circumstances, had an outraged sense of lost entitlement and yearned for a sense of belonging and status. 

So that may be how granddad fell in with the wrong group. But why did he abandon his family?

Of the 840 men arrested in late 1939 to mid-1940, less than 100 were interned for the entire war. Hard cases like Bernhard Bott were clearly too dangerous to release, but what about Bruno? 

At Bruno's hearing, the three lawyers -- their names were Smiley, O'Meara and Fortier -- tried to get him to admit that he was an agent for the Nazis, and that all of his actions - belonging to the Bund, distributing German publications - were in the service of the Third Reich. 

Bruno did not give them what they wanted. But he didn't help his own cause, either.

They asked him about an incident at the internment camp in Kananaskis. Bruno had joined with other detainees in the condemnation of a young man who had written to Ottawa offering to serve in the Canadian army. The lawyers thought Bruno objected to the letter because it showed disloyalty to Germany.

But that wasn't it. 

Bruno was disgusted by what he saw as the young man's craven attempt to be freed from the camp. Bruno said: "If a man cannot stand up when he is charged and defend himself and not crawl on his knees, I have no use for him."

The history book I found says that "only the most committed and stubborn pro-Nazis" remained interned by Canada until the end of the war. 

Bruno was stubborn for sure.

When I started digging around in the past about my grandfather, I imagined I was looking for some kind of redemption for Bruno. I wanted to do something his family had not done. I wanted to forgive him. 

I don't think I'm there yet.

COVID-19 Update

Bruce's dad tested negative for COVID-19.  We have every confidence in the wonderful staff at New Horizons Tower.  Ken will continue to be well taken care of and safe. Bruce talks to him every other day or so on the phone. He sounds hale and happy.

As for us, according to the on line assessment, our symptoms are sufficiently mild that we don't need to be tested; we just need to hole up for two weeks. And that's what we're doing.

Stay safe! 

Wash your hands!

Karen


Thai red curry chickpeas and veg.

















































Saturday, April 11, 2020

Previously Non-Ironic Signs and Advertisements

How much things have changed: when they put this sign up outside the site of a new, swanky, Yorkville condo, it seemed like a good idea.
Toronto flash-froze at the moment of the lockdown. Messages on signs that were normal, or hopeful or just catchy back then can't be read quite the same way (apologies in advance for the dreadful photos).


 

For the paranoid set: the sign on the right says, on behalf of U of T's Chemistry Department: "In our labs today ... in your life tomorrow."  On the left, people think the coronavirus came our way by 5G.

Next, some entertainment advertising no one ever thought they might regret.

























On Bloor West, a rich harvest of more-apt-than-you-could-imagine shop names.







And business as usual isn't.






Our Own Little Corner of the Apocalypse

Bruce and I are following all the rules. We wash our hands. We don't kiss each other (we do hug, but ears are not an efficient pathway for a virus). Except for a daily walk down deserted side streets on the University of Toronto campus, we stay home. We shop for groceries once a week. 

I'll admit I go the the liquor store, but when I do, I compliantly line up and keep my distance. I have ordered washable, non-surgical masks. When they get here, we will wear them when we go out.

I donate every month to the food bank and the United Way. 

So, we're doing what we can to support the greater good, and protect the most vulnerable among us.

But it didn't work. 

We heard this week that New Horizons Tower, where Bruce's dad lives, found its first two cases of COVID-19. They found two more last night. 

Take care of yourselves.

Thanks for reading.

Karen

Saturday, April 4, 2020

Seven Sundays

Celebration in Isolation: Bruce's dad turned 90 on Friday. Along with what you can see in the photo above, we sang "Happy Birthday" to him over the phone.


Every day this past week, I've walked past Women's College Hospital. Pictured above is just one half of the capacity set up to shelter people waiting for their COVID-19 assessment.

You'll notice there are no people waiting.

Based on my non-scientific sampling, there were:
  • no people on Saturday March 28
  • three people on Sunday March 29
  • one person on Monday March 30
  • and no people on any of March 31 or April 1-3.
By Friday, Women's College had closed half of its intake capacity. I'll check again today. 



On the other hand, this is the line up to get into the LCBO on Bloor Street West on Sunday, April 3, at about 2:30 in the afternoon.

I'm trying to make sense of the public health response here. 

While it is very clear that it is not OK for anyone to grow sick and die from the coronavirus, it is evidently OK to die from not receiving a necessary organ transplant or from breast cancer. At one of Doug Ford's daily coronavirus news conferences, a reporter asked Health Minister Christine Elliot about a woman whose surgery had been cancelled. Elliot responded, with a 'what do you expect us to do' tone in her voice: "We have to make sure we have the capacity to handle this disease."

For the foreseeable future, the whole province is focused on preventing one kind of death. While we don't want doctors to have to make a terrible trade off among COVID-19 patients, exactly these kinds of trade offs have already been made for other patients. 

Seen While Out Walking



This is in front of someone's home on Borden Street south of Bloor West. I can't decide if this is a curmudgeonly expression of distaste (maybe the artist attended a show and saw something that made him think 'I can do that') or a mischievously lighthearted sight gag. Or -- this is also a possibility -- it is a legitimate piece of Canadian folk art.


Another legit piece of Canadian folk art.

Seen While Online

And, in case you have not already seen Pluto the talking dog, click here for today's third example of legit Canadian folk art.

Thanks for reading!

Wash those hands!

Thank your store clerk!

Karen