Monday, April 25, 2011

A Life Long Passion Like No Other

We arrived in Stanstead, Quebec shortly before noon on Good Friday.  After a drive that took too long as a result of excessive traffic in Ontario’s capital city and a stay at the Comfort Inn in Cornwall, we traveled through New York and Vermont, crossing back into Canada at the border of Vermont and Quebec.  We knew that Dennielle’s brothers lived in Stanstead, the border town across from Newport, Vermont, but as we left the gate at customs, the GPS indicated “Arriving at destination on right,” only 250 meters from the United States.  They weren’t kidding that they lived on the border!

For Anglophones traveling into Quebec, Stanstead is an accepting small town of 3000 that speaks both national languages with fluency.  Stanstead’s history is steeped in the granite industry, with the most durable stone of it’s kind in the world.   Settled in 1790, the stage coaches once traveled through it going between Montreal to the north and Boston to the south.  Smuggling was a major concern with the border town that a customs port was established in 1821.  The town’s website claims that many pioneers made their fortunes through smuggling.  Looking at the old pictures in one of the locally owned restaurants, you can envision the days when the streets were dirt and prohibition in the USA created an industry boom here.

Out for a walk and a tour of the town, we stopped into the Granite Central Co-op and Museum.  My brother-in-law, and film producer, Damon Cox (Instead Cinema) stopped in to show us a recent addition to the town; a model train set up and a collection of Lionel trains.  

The model train group out of Sherbrooke recently moved into town and took up residence in the Museum.  Moving a train set doesn’t sound like a large undertaking, but I have never seen anything like it before.  It’s huge, filling 700 square feet in the museum.  In moving the mountains, towns, meat packers, parks and mines to Stanstead, the display was cut into 16 pieces with the 800 wires cut, labeled, moved and reassembled in 84 days.  When you take the time, you begin to notice small details that highlight the passion these collectors and hobbyists have.  Tiny men are positioned as mountain climbers, a young boy looks over the granite bridge exit as he waits for the train, and a couple sit at a park gazebo celebrating their wedding.  This isn’t a one track set either.  Multiple trains run by remote control on different tracks, with lights, switches and sound effects.  One young man was so engaged in his own role play, it was as though he were the engineer shouting orders to other men on train, “Stop here, there are three men we need to pick up!” or “Hurry, change the switch on the line!” (See more photos at the bottom of the page.) (Watch Instead Cinema video here)

I was most interested in the collection of "O-Gauge" Lionel trains (photo above).  Damon was coming back to shoot film footage for the Stanstead En Action  the next day.  I would come along with him to talk with the owner of the Lionel trains that lined the walls of the museum, Robert Sheldon.

Robert was instrumental in bringing the model train exhibit to the Stanstead area.  His collection of Lionel trains is captivating.  Row upon row upon row were the legendary engines, cabooses and box cars.  Hundreds of them.  I was told that what I saw was just a fraction of his collection.  I looked forward to meeting this man and hearing his story.
Saturday afternoon, after Damon returned from another project he was working on, we headed over to the museum, just around the corner from his apartment.  I was introduced to Robert who readily agreed to sit with me, even though he was finishing the work for the grand opening on Tuesday.

Robert and I met in the office of the museum around a table of black granite, native to the area of course.  He is 72 years old and is extremely knowledgeable and passionate about his train collection.  The obvious had to be asked, “How many trains are on display, and how many do you have in your collection?”  There are 1621 on display in the museum.  His total collection is over 11,000 pieces with a value into the millions of dollars.

Centre train (Union Pacific) weighs 30 lbs and is fully electronic
Robert is a life-long resident of Stanstead, growing up on Rue Junction (Junction Street) where the train line ran past the family home.  Four or five times each day, the passenger and cargo trains rumbled along the iron lines where he and his sister would greet the engineers with waves and smiles.  He was born and raised to be in the world of trains.

At five years old, his father bought him a Marx tin train.  This was his introduction to model trains.  At age eight, he noticed a Lionel train running in the window of Gravlin’s, a sportsman supply store.  The store also sold the legendary trains which operated in their storefront window year round.   After watching it for some time, Robert asked his father for a Lionel train.  Far from a resounding “YES!”, he was instead told to save his pennies, especially considering the lack of care he placed on the Marx.  Not one to be discouraged, even at such a young age, Robert went out in search of a job.  He quickly found one as a pin setter at the local bowling alley.  He was now making money, $10 a week and was on his way to becoming a proud Lionel train owner.

Soon afterwards, he made his first purchase, a hopper for $4.95.  Almost a half week’s of wages.  In today’s terms, if I spent half of my weekly salary on a train, I would have some serious explaining to do to my wife.  I guess that’s not an issue when you’re just eight.

His next purchase was an engine for $25.00!  Two and a half weeks of wages.  He still needed a tender (coal car) through.  A train and a hopper would not fit together.  During a visit with family in New York, his aunt took him to a local Lionel distributor to purchase a tender.  Now he was on his way! 

At 18, Robert committed half of all his earnings to purchasing Lionel trains. Working as an apprentice in an engineering company, Robert continued his career working in the tool and die industry before moving into the granite industry in 1976.  
During the years that passed, Lionel had been putting out catalogues of all their engines and cars as a part of it’s advertising and promotional campaign.  It showed all the new models, upgrades, changes and additions.  By this time, Robert was hooked.  He was now collecting and made it his intent to purchase every product in every catalogue that came out.

The collection of Lionel train cars is as broad as it is vast.  Hours can be spent looking at the different designs from Alka Seltzer to military rocket launchers.  There are whimsical ones such as the “Instant Aliens” car, and historic ones announcing an “All Shook Up” Elvis tour.  The ones that seem to capture most people are the engines.  The raw power of a train engine, no matter the size, draws your eye immediately to it.  From $12 to $2000, Robert purchases these engines as they come up to add to his collection.

There is one engine, though, that stands out from the others.  One that is not on display.  The 100th anniversary train was made from a zinc cast and is gold plated.  The difficulty with zinc is that when mixed with any impurity, it begins to disintegrate.  There were only 75 of these zinc cast anniversary engines made in 2000.  While others were cast of a more durable and longer lasting metal, today only six of the original zinc trains remain worldwide.  


Robert bought his zinc cast train for $3750, the J1 5034 Hudson.  Only the most serious collectors have these.  Robert has been offered over $25,000 for this train.  It is in near new condition, with only signs of corrosion where the wheel meets the track, it has never been moved from it’s mooring.  The original wood base remains intact as well.  Would he sell it?  Not a chance.

There are also three engines with tenders on display sitting side by side. Each weighs a hefty 30 pounds.  Fully electronic and remote controlled, the antennas run through the hand rails on the sides of the engine.  Robert can run the bells, whistles, steam from a stack and steam from the wheels as it begins chugging along the track.  But there are no tracks set up in the museum for the O-Gauge Lionel trains.  They are too big.  The space needed simply isn’t available.


As we came to a close on our time together, Robert explained the Christmas cars.  In 1972, Lionel began giving out special Christmas designed cars to all of their distributors but they were not made available to the general public.  They continued this until 1988, and resumed the practice in 1991.  In 1992 though, the designing responsibilities changed.  The owner of the company decided that the car could be designed by a child of an employee.  The winning image would be forever immortalized on the side of the Lionel Christmas car for that year.  Robert has that one on display too.


Today, Robert’s collection seems complete, except for two of those Christmas cars.  He is missing 2009 and 2010.  When he was setting up the display at the museum, he left room for the two cars with anticipation that he would have them in time for the grand opening.  He explained to me that he is online every day in search of the missing cars.  He had found them last week and had set his bid at $300, but he was outbid at the last minute of the online auction.  Back to searching.  This will be a collection that is never complete as long as Lionel continues to build these treasures.
Everyone has a story.  Robert’s began beside the rails in the small town of Stanstead, and he remains active in his community today. (More photos below)




Photos from the 700 square foot display at the Granite Central Co-op and Museum:
Grain depot

If you look closely, you can see two men climbing the mountain side.  The lower one is wearing a blue shirt, the other a yellow one.

A boy looking over the edge for the coming trains

A couple celebrates their wedding day in the park

Meat packer in the background, people wait for the train at the station in foreground

Working to clean up beside the lines


More photos of Robert Sheldon's O-Gauge Lionel Train Collection:

Lionel 1948

All Shook Up ELVIS

Sports Channel

Instant Aliens - just add water!

One of many engines on display

Polar Express engine - all passenger cars on display as well



Lionel freight engine

Wall of passenger cars


Saturday, April 2, 2011

Break the Chains of MS (MS Liberation Treatment)

“My four year old son has never seen me without a cane” said Ken Roberts last night at 50’s dance to raise funds for his MS liberation treatment.  Tears and emotion choked him as he thanked everyone for their support.  Ken goes down to Albany, New York later this month to have the surgery.
I met Ken almost 10 years ago.  We go to the same church.  I have never known Ken without the MS diagnosis.  I have seen it progress, though, and change the man over the years.  He is holding on to his faith and hope in God that this surgery will be an answer to prayer.  Prayer that he has believed for years.
Prayer isn’t always answered the way we want.  It isn’t always a “yes,” like God is our puppet and we are the puppet master.  I would venture to say that while seemingly ‘unanswered’ prayer has gone out over the years, Ken is holding on to faith.  He knows that God moves in different ways that we do.  God isn’t bound by human realms.  If he were, I don’t think I would want to serve that God anyways!  I want a great big God!  One who is beyond anything that I can imagine.
We decided to make the dance a family event.  My wife and I, with our 13 year old son and 11 year old daughter headed out after 9:00 p.m. last night to attend our first 50’s sock hop ever.
Our kids have been raised in the new millennium, where most music has some sort of techno sound mixed into to.  It’s re-mastered to make even the worst singer (See Fergie at the Superbowl halftime show) sound good on the radio.  They didn’t really know what they were missed.
With my wife and daughter with their hair up in pony tails and wearing scarves, we entered a different time and place.  It was such a wonderful time!  Ken’s wife Jody did much of the planning and she did it well.  Silent auction, numerous fund raising games that I hadn’t seen before such as one where you pay a toonie, writer your name and phone number on a playing card.  At the end of the night, if your name is on the joker, you win $50.  The cards were all taped face down into the letters MS.  You can’t forget what all of this was for.
Music played and people danced.  Poodle skirts, bee-hives, up-do’s, rolled up jeans, white t-shirts and cigarette packs tucked into sleeves.  We were in a different era, and it was good.
My son said to me “This music is catchy!”  My daughter and wife danced to Chubby Checker’s The Twist and many others.  I danced with my daughter.  My wife danced with our son.  We sang, we visited, we had a truly nice time.
Despite the reason for the event, it highlights for me, once again, simplicity.  Fun music that everyone across the generations can enjoy.  Simple clothing.  Dancing wasn’t all foreplay.  It was just simple and to be enjoyed.
Jody said this morning that the dance was very successful and I am happy for them.  They need the community to support them, this isn’t a free out-patient procedure.  They are looking to raise $15,000 with the majority of it needed as soon as possible.  Ken will make four trips to Albany to undergo the process.
Monday night at Harry’s Charcoal Broiled, there is another Break the Chains fundraiser for the MS liberation treatment fund.  From 4 until 8, a special will be offered with proceeds to going to the fund.  If you are in the area, come out and join the family for a meal and support the cause.
Everyone has a story.  Ken’s is a long one in his battle with MS, but the story isn’t finished yet.  I’ll keep you posted.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Portraits of Honour - Remembering our Fallen Troops

I received a call on Thursday night from a friend, Henk, who is active in the Kinsman Club (now called Kin Canada).  He invited me to come out with the club on Saturday to take a road trip to meet Dave Sopha.  This was a trip that would also include troops from the Combat Engineer Regiment (CER) from St. Thomas.  The troops were selected to catch an early glimpse of the Portraits of Honour, a 50’ by 10’ mural commemorating fallen Canadian soldiers in Afghanistan.

I had not heard of Dave Sopha, but the project sounded unique, and likely it would be an emotional experience.  I decided to go along, and brought my son with me.  Jordan, my son, is a Sapper in the Royal Canadian Army Cadets.  I felt this would be a chance for him to gain some insight into the reality of the lives lost in battle.  He didn’t want to go at first.  He wanted to stay at home instead.  Eventually, it wasn’t a choice, he was coming.

Like many Canadians, Cambridge artist Dave Sopha watched news reports of the Canadian soldiers killed in Afghanistan.   Repeatedly facing heartbreak at the loss of troops, he was emotionally compelled to create a lasting memory for Canadians across the nation.  Portraits of Honour is the result.

As a national service project of Kin Canada, Zone K Deputy Governor Brad Bedford, contacted the Commanding Officer at the CER to offer a once in a lifetime opportunity; to meet the artist and view the work before it begins it’s national tour in June.  Brad explained that the project has the “full and complete support of the Canadian military.”  To date, Kin have donated $3000 to assist with the development of the project.

W.O. MacDonald stands with CER
When we arrived at the National Kin Canada Headquarters, all the visitors filed in small groups into an elevator that took us to the lower level that has been transformed into the artist’s studio as he works towards the completion of the mural.  Dave explained that each face on the mural takes approximately 80 hours of work.  He starts with their eyes, taking time to get them right, then moves on.  There are at least seven layers of painting to each face.  After spending so much time, staring into their eyes day after day, he knows them.  He can see their life in their eyes.  He is their best friend.

Anyone questioning the value of such a project need only to speak to Warrant Officer Reginald MacDonald.   He has served tours in Afghanistan in 2004 and 2008-09 explaining that just witnessing this mural was a, “great honour and very emotional.”  With his first Afghanistan tour in 2004 with NATO and his second as the Senior DET Commander, W.O. MacDonald, came to the Combat Engineer Regiment in August with 22 years of service.  He personally knew twenty of the men and women memorialized on the mural.  Seeing their faces brought him to tears as he spoke to the CER members of the heroes and their sacrifice.  Many tears were shed as each regiment member reflected on the lives represented.  Men and women who will stand guard for Canada joined in solemn respect for the lives of their friends, colleagues and fellow troops who have given the ultimate sacrifice for Canada.

Chief Warrant Officer McGinnis has not served in Afghanistan, but has served in peacekeeping in the middle east.  He explained to me as we traveled on the bus that “We are making a difference, but it will take time.”  He explained that “we are building schools and we are opening up knowledge, giving a broader concept through education.”  CWO McGinnis also helped me understand that the construction of roads increases integration and awareness of other people.  This isn’t the information that you hear on the news or read in most papers.  There is real work happening that we miss out on every day.

When we visited Dave, there were 154 soldiers represented on the mural.  He hoped not to have to add any more.  The following day, Canada lost another soldier.  Corporal Yannick Scherrer from Montreal Quebec was killed by an improvised explosive device while he was on foot patrol.  He will be added to the mural.

The Portraits of Honour will travel to the city of each fallen soldier with all money raised through donations and sponsors, directly supporting the Military Family Fund.  The tour wraps up on November 11, 2011 in Ottawa.

Combat Engineer Regiment with Dave Sopha (Front Centre)


When my son and I arrived home, he thanked me for taking him adding that he was glad he went.
Jordan, Dave Sopha, Me

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Everyone's Got One


I think we all have these.  You know, these little idiosyncrasies that could make us look obsessive compulsive if they went too far?  
I have noticed my own.  If the volume on a stereo is digital, it must be an even number.  There should be a natural break in the song, tv show or conversation on talk radio in order for me to turn it off.  I tell the time to the minute, I just can’t bring myself to round it to the nearest 5-minute interval.
My mom simply CAN NOT walk past a pen on the ground without stopping to pick it up.  It might not be any good, but she can use it for parts.  She collects pens.  Pens from all over.  Not necessarily different styles, but also for the logos and designs on the pens.  She has hundreds of pens, so, she needs the parts to rebuild a pen if needed.
My daughter laughed at me when I told her about my radio and volume issues, but then said she can’t get out of bed in the morning before she fixes her pony tail.  Her toaster setting must be set to a number, can’t be in the middle and she presses “OFF” on the phone twice after every call.
A friend of mine, Peter, has to back his car into a parking spot.  He won’t bring himself to simply pull in.
Facebook friend Barry says that he has to have the coffee table lined up with the couch and any picture has to be straight.  Rob also has to straighten things out.  They just can’t leave things out of place or crooked.
Danielle, another friend says “improper spelling and grammar, especially when there is a spell check feature. It drives me crazy! I am always correcting spelling and grammar!”
Kari posted to me, “pictures and furniture definitely have to be straight for me, too, and if I'm by myself walking I often find myself counting my steps, I'm also obsessed with making sure things are spelled right.”  She read her posting five times to ensure correct spelling.
Pennies on the ground?  I gotta have ‘em.  It’s free money!
This morning on 103.1 Fresh FM, Natalie, D and Gord talked about theirs:
Gord has to check that the stove is off at least once before leaving the house. 
Natalie checks that her front door five times
Darrin can't leave his car without locking the doors with two honks on the remote.
They posted on their Facebook page, “ Do you have any obsessive compulsive tendencies that you'd like to admit to
C'mon! Get it off your chest once and for all” and received many replies.
“ Hitting clear on the calculator many times just to make sure its really clear”
“Cannot eat off anything other than a white, circle/oval plate. If you serve me a steak on a blue plate, it tastes different!”
I think we all have something.  From a clinical perspective, there is likely a diagnosis.  The leading authority for clinical diagnosis is the DSM IV - Diagnostic and Statistical Manual 4.
The first edition (DSM-I) was published in 1952, and had about 60 different disorders.  Today there are over 200 so I am sure that there is something that would fit.
Until we are all diagnosed, let’s embrace our uniqueness and our quirks.  We are all in this world together.  I heard it said this winter that every snowflake is unique but they all stick together.  Another lesson to be learned.
Everyone has a story.  

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Surrogate or Adoption

Maybe I see the world through a different set of lenses, but I have hesitated on writing this for some time for fear of offending some of the readers who will encounter this blog. I have come to a point, though, that the offence is something I am willing to face in light of speaking my opinion.

I have met a couple of individuals at different times over the last three years who are surrogate parents. I thought this was quite admirable; Taking the associated risks of pregnancy to help another couple fulfill their desires to grow a family.

After all, that’s the ‘right’ thing to think isn’t it?

Something just didn’t sit right with me. I couldn’t pinpoint it and I wrestled with it for some time. If this was such a loving and selfless act, why was I struggling to embrace the concept?
I am pretty sure I have figured it out and it’s a two-fold response.

First, while there are mixed reports on the exact number, it is safe to say that more than 25,000 children in Canada are without parents and are awaiting adoption . That’s more children than the entire country of Palau. (Useless fact: There are four countries with a population under 25,000)
These are children who are in the care of child welfare agencies as well as those adoptable through private adoption agencies. These are children who have faced the loss of parents through accidents, abuse, neglect or by parental choice to sign over parental rights.

These are children who need love. These are children who need family.

There are risks to raising any child, and more so when a child is coming from a potentially traumatic past. I read on one website a response “Many people prefer international adoption to domestic adoption since it comes with very few uncertainties”  Really? Few uncertainties? With an adoption in Canada as much information as possible is gathered to ensure that prospective parents are equipped with the needed information to embrace a child into their family. I’m not clear on how overseas adoptions are as thorough. Maybe someone can help me better understand?

Second, I think this speaks to our culture's “need” to have our “own.” Take this anonymous reader response on adoption versus surrogate:

"Personally, I would want a surrogate. But only if it was my egg implanted. (do people do that?) I would not want to adopt, because I'd want a baby that was genetically mine and my husbands, but I never want to experience a pregnancy."

Genetically mine. Is it possible you could love an adopted child as much as a biological child? I sure hope so! My wife and I didn’t give birth to Cooper, our black lab dog, but he’s our dog. My wife and I didn’t give birth to Dozer, our pug, but when he died we lost a part of our family. Now don’t misunderstand, I am not equating a dog to a child, but I hope you see the point. There are many animal adoption agencies because the need is recognized.

Children though, maybe not in so much need? More than 78,000 children are in the care of child welfare organizations in Canada. Almost half have parents who have lost parental rights according to Canada’s Waiting Kids, now living in foster care or institutional placements.

An adopted child is no less “mine” than an adopted child. Ask my parents. They adopted me and I am theirs through and through.

Oh, there it is…that’s why this issue hits home for me. I am an adopted child. I was chosen.

Yup. It’s a personal matter. When Butch and Ellen had me it was a time of celebration, just as it is for many new parents. Due to complications, Ellen died just 15 days after my birth, and Butch was left as a single dad. He wasn’t ready for that. He couldn’t be ready for that. It wasn’t in their plans. Nonetheless, he was facing a time in his life of celebration and sorrow. Joy and grief. In time, he made the decision to give me up to my parents.

They knew each other. Butch and Ellen, and Derek and Vicki were friends. They traveled together, Ellen and Vicki went to school together. They were each at each other’s weddings. The tie was tight. Derek and Vicki willing accepted me into their lives as their son at Butch’s request. (Maybe one day I will tell the whole story on my blog.)

And so it was. In fact, I was to be the first of many. As circumstances were though, I ended up as the only child. The chosen only son to Derek and Vicki. I am not “genetically” theirs, but I am theirs. And they are mine. No amount of science or medical intervention would change that.
Another anonymous poster said this:

“We adopt because we want a family and to give those without a family, a family. It has nothing to do with our DNA, or being pregnant. There are so many children already here that need a loving family, a regular child-hood. We would never be so selfish as to pay someone to give birth to our child when there are millions without a mommy & daddy.”

I see adoption as destiny. Accept it or reject it, it’s your call. But as an adopted kid, sure am glad I was accepted.

Everyone has a story.  Do you have an adoption story? Share it at rowleywriter@gmail.com



More information on Canadian adoption:
http://www.canadaswaitingkids.ca/support.html
http://www.canadaadopts.com/
http://www.adoption.ca/
http://www.oacas.org/