Pioneer Life
After several
excellent, but rather hectic, adventures early this year, I was looking forward
to a quiet May. My thoughts were turning
to grade three friends, and the rapidly approaching end of the school year. I knew I would miss them terribly once they
headed off for summer holidays and grade four.
So it was great to have the chance to spend time with them. They really enjoyed hearing about my
adventures in Torino, Berlin, Boston (again) and Kobe. Of course I love recounting my adventures at
least as much as they enjoyed hearing them.
Before long it was just like old times.
I always enjoy being in school.
It takes me back to my days in Bear School in Geneva. I have many fond memories of school,
especially the outdoor activities. A large
part of Bear School is learning important bear
skills like catching fish, and recognizing the best places to find wild
berries. We took many field trips into
the mountains around Geneva so we could keep practicing
our skills until we were all experts.
My
traveling companion mentioned the school trip on one of our many airplane trips. The flights are often very long, and I have
begun to find them rather boring. My
traveling companion laughs when I get bored.
He says that means I’m becoming a seasoned traveler. I just think it means there isn’t very much
to do when you have to sit in one small seat for many hours. Thank heavens I don’t have long legs! He likes to read email, but I don’t get that
much email. Maybe someday that will
change, but for now I’d rather talk about where we have been, and where we
might go in the future. When I asked
about future trips, he said my grade three friends would be visiting a pioneer
village before the end of June. They go
to learn about the survival skills that were essential for the pioneers. At first I found this very confusing. I know survival skills would have been
important for the pioneers, but it seemed to me that these skills would be just
as important today. After all, the
skills I was taught at Bear School were exactly the same skills
that my father, grandfather, and great grandfather had been taught when they
went to school. I thought my friends should
be learning survival skills in school, rather than seeing them in a Pioneer
village. My traveling companion laughed
and said that you might think that, but you’d be wrong. For people, things have changed a lot since
the time of their great grandparents. In
fact, he told me there have even been major changes since he was a child. I gave him that look I use when people think
they can fool me because I am just a bear with a small brain. He looked hurt, and assured me it was
true. I was not convinced, so he began
telling me about the things that were different. They only had one channel on TV, and it was in
black and white. There were no VCR’s, and certainly no DVDs. Music came from very large black things he
called records, rather than from CDs.
The really strange bit was that the records had music on both sides. I still wouldn’t believe that one, if he
hadn’t showed me one of his records. It
just seemed too weird to be true. Computers
were bigger than a house, and much more expensive than one. No one had ever heard of a video game, much
less played one. I’m not even going to
tell you about what he had for a bathroom, but let’s just say he convinced
me. By the end of the flight I decided I
was definitely going on that field trip to see how the Pioneers had lived.
There
was another reason I wanted to go on the field trip. I’ve been on many excellent adventures, and
I’ve told my grade three friends all about them. They always seem to enjoy my stories, but
they have never been in one of the adventures.
This was a chance to change that.
So when my traveling companion said he was going to Chicago, I said that ordinarily I’d
love to go with him, but not this week. I was going to the Pioneer village
instead. He said I was going to miss a
very exciting conference about telephones, and that he was sure I’d find it
more interesting than pioneers. I raised
my eyebrow, and gave him my best “you must be mad” look. That seemed to work. He never brought it up
again.
As it
turns out, it might have been exciting to go with him. On the way to the airport, one wheel fell off
his car. I kid you not! Let’s just say that cars work much better
when they have all four wheels. Exciting
as that might have been, I’m still glad I went on the class trip. We learned all about farming, and how they
made their own clothing from sheep’s wool.
But the most amazing thing was the stores they had in pioneer days. They were very, very small. It made me glad I’m not a pioneer bear.
We
spent a great day, learning all about pioneers, and enjoying the outdoors. Being a bear, I love being outdoors,
especially in the countryside. I know
that may sound strange when you think of all the cities I’ve been to, and how
much I enjoy them. I’ve even told you
how much I love the green spaces in places like Boston. I do enjoy city parks, but I’m beginning to
realize it just isn’t the same as being in the countryside. It surprises me a bit when I say that, but I
think seeing all those cities makes me enjoy the country more than ever.
When
my traveling companion returned from Chicago, he told me all about the
“exciting” things he had seen at the telephone show. I tried to look interested, and to keep from
yawning too much, but it was very difficult.
I don’t know how he manages it. He
did mention that Julianne and Cindy had been looking forward to seeing me
again. That made me a little sad, but I
know that I will have a chance to see them again on another trip. Then, almost as an afterthought, he mentioned
there had been another conference at the same convention center. Just to be polite, I asked him what it
was. My eyes opened wide when I heard
the other show was the “All Candy Expo”. I was instantly wide awake. If I’d been there, I would have checked it
out. I’m sure they would have let me go
to their show instead of the telephone show.
Everyone knows how much bears like candy, and how boring they think
telephones are.
I’ll
be honest, that did make me think for a minute or two. I began to wonder if I should have gone to
Chicago after all, but it didn’t take
long for me to decide I was still glad I’d gone to
Upper Canada Village. You can get candy anywhere, but really good
friends are priceless. Hmmm, I think you
could make that one into a commercial.
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