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One Direction performs at Hordern Pavilion, Moore Park, Sydney, Australia
Today One Direction mania broke loose at Sydney's Hordern Pavilion.
It may have been Friday 13th, but 3,000 Australian fans got lucky to be part of the huge crowd that made up the enthusiastic audience.
The British boy band has teenage Aussie lasses screaming for more, with the occasional tear been shed for those who miss out on their deepest desires.
Hours before Harry, Niall, Liam, Zayn and Louis took the stage at the Hordern Pavilion, they were screaming in anticipation of seeing the Fab Five sing their hearts out.
The matinee show sold out two Sydney concerts in under three minutes kicked off at 3.45pm with an entirely appropriate teen anthem Na Na Na.
The performance was a slick mix of song, video, dance and audience participation.
The lads are well practiced at at working the crowd, with smiles all around, finger pointing and all that. In time its expected that many of the boys will further develop their vocal, dancing and even song writing prowless.
One Direction merchandise was selling fast, as you would expect, with young ladies parting with $40 for T-shirts, $20 bucks for a program.
Some not so lucky fans who couldn't get a ticket, despite strong rumours of on site scalpers, came to snatch up some merchandise at any price.
The place went nutso times 5 times 3000 when the boys played hits What Makes You Beautiful and One Thing. The teen fans hung on every word.
One Direction this afternoon jetted off to Melbourne to prepare for their Logies performances.
We wish the fab five well on their developing careers and hopefully female fans will only be shedding tears of joy, as the boys continue to send the lasses hormones in overdrive, as the media and marketing machine continues to give Australia an overdoes of One Direction.
Meanwhile Australian media and marketing experts wonder if or when the boys will be back to Australia for seconds, or if they will soon focus on offshore endeavours, having milked down under for all she was worth. Go for it boys.
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Verne Harper, fifth-generation grandson of Hereditary Chief Mistawasis (Big Child) removed his hat and bowed his head on this solemn occasion of prayer and purification.
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By JOE FIORITO Columnist. Fri., Oct. 25, 2013
Vern Harper is an aboriginal urban elder; for the past ten years or so, he has worked at the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health, helping native people who suffer from alcohol or drug addictions. But Vern hasn’t worked at CAMH for months.
He said, “They told me they were sailing in a different direction.” When I called, a spokesperson for CAMH said Vern is still on staff as a casual employee, and they have taken on two other elders and are offering additional services, based on client feedback.
That may be, but Vern hasn’t worked since April; sounds to me like he’s been dumped and that’s between him and them.
He said, “They told me they were sailing in a different direction.” When I called, a spokesperson for CAMH said Vern is still on staff as a casual employee, and they have taken on two other elders and are offering additional services, based on client feedback.
That may be, but Vern hasn’t worked since April; sounds to me like he’s been dumped and that’s between him and them.
But I was curious to know why Vern was doing that sort of work in the first place. He said, “I was deprived of my culture, growing up. I want to keep our men and women out of prison and to work with our youth so they don’t go into prison.”
In essence, he has been trying to counter the cultural isolation many native people feel. How? In addition to working with people at CAMH he said, “I have a sweat lodge in Guelph. I’m an unusual lodge keeper; there are lodges for women, and lodges for men; mine is for families.”
That’s both modern, and apt; periodically, he would bring people to his lodge as a way of reintroducing them to their culture.
The purpose of the sweat lodge? “You sweat the poison out of your body. You purge spiritually, mentally and physically.” I have never been to a sweat.
He said, “I sit in the eastern door, facing west. My wife is on the left; the women sit on that side. On this side, the men; the boys sit with the men.”
Why do the boys sit with the men? “Because that’s what they’re going to be.” Why sit in a circle? “Because no one’s in front and no one is in back. That’s the beauty of the circle — no one above, no one below. When people step into the circle, they’re all equal.”
And then? “We do smudging, to purify. The most important medicine we have is tobacco, natural tobacco; we also use sage, cedar and sweetgrass.”
Some refer to the experience of the sweat lodge as “Burn With Vern.” It is powerful, by all accounts, especially for those who have problems with substance abuse and who suffer the effects of cultural oppression.
Vern said, “The sweat lodge is on some Jesuit property. I have a relationship with the Jesuits — I leave them alone, they leave me alone. I’ve been down in the bush 30 years, running my lodge.”
You might like to know that the rocks heated for use in the lodge are called grandfathers; the rocks must be carefully chosen so that they don’t split or crack or explode.
Vern said, “The quarries, when they found out we were willing to pay for the grandfathers ...” The going rate for a grandfather is $350.
I can’t quite figure out why CAMH isn’t letting its aboriginal clients burn with Vern any more, but I can tell you that he has more back-story than most people, and it’s easy to see that his life experience has given him a certain credibility.
He was born in Regent Park; according to the records he was born in 1936, but his aunties said he was born in 1932. When he was a boy, he was taken from his family and raised in foster care. He was told his family did not want him; that was a brutal lie.
His experience in foster care was gothic in its horror and the scars are still painful to him; it is a miracle that he remains both wise and gentle.
It was not always so.
When he left foster care, he enlisted and fought in Korea. He also became a professional boxer. He said, “If you could get past me, you could go somewhere. The bell would ring and I’d come out in a hurry. They called me Hurricane Harper. I separated the men from the boys.”
I could see the effects of boxing on his hands, but his nose is perfectly straight. He smiled and said he had good doctors.
All along, he struggled with his demons, and he flirted with radical politics. At one point in his life, Vern considered seeking asylum in another country but, at the last minute, it occurred to him that the real battle was here at home.
“They say I’m an activist. No. I’m a dissident. The thing with dissidents is to build.”
What will he do, now that he is no longer serving at CAMH? He said, “One door closes and another opens. I just got one day a week at NaMeRes.”
Beyond this, he is unsure.
I burn for Vern.
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A sweat lodge ceremony was the reason for my very first visit to Guelph around 1988. The skins in Toronto suggested that I contact Vern Harper, a Cree ceremonial elder way back, when I was looking for my culture and healing. When I look back in my mind, someone said, “Catch a Greyhound to Woolwich and Woodlawn. There is a Canadian Tire store near the corner—you cant miss it—then walk up the hill, then down, and you will see a house with a barn with horses; that is where elder Vern Harpers camp is.”
Twenty years have gone by or more since we gathered at Vern’s camp. I remember his wife Geraldine, his daughter Cody, and Lionel Whitebird who I ran into at a protest in Toronto when our people occupied Revenue Canada. Lionel had aids; he was wrapped in a colorful Indian blanket; he had lost over 100 pounds, but he came to support our struggle and show solidarity for our Native rights and culture. Lionel died not long after, but I can say he worked with Vern for many years in the prison system to help our Native brothers who were incarcerated, as many of our people are. Lionel’s wife Wanda still continues the work for our people and culture, healing and helping. Wanda was a great person, and they had a son, as far as I remember.
Thinking back to our first sweat lodge ceremony. I remember I was told by someone to bring a pouch of tobacco as an offering to Vern for his role in leading our ceremony. Bring a towel, shorts, a bottle of water, and the bag of tobacco.
My memory of Vern’s camp and sweat lodge are strong, and what happened before the ceremony was sacred, and everything before and after the sweat was sacred. Vern had several helpers who sometimes would ask us to help to gather wood or stones or to go to the stream to bring back water. At times, someone would show up with a truckload of wood or stones, which Vern taught us were grandfathers. The grandfathers had to be heated up in a sacred fire to be brought into the lodge later, and this would take hours and prayers. We would stand around the sacred fire burning on the rocks, and we were taught to honor the fire and grandfathers by putting tobacco sage or cedar into the fire with our prayers. This part of the ceremony become very important for me, as I grew up with this teaching and today I have the highest respect and love for the stones, the grandfathers, and the sacred fire. Vern taught us all that the fire and grandfathers had to be respected and honored in the Indian way of life, and that this is how he was taught by his elders—one whom I remember was Crow Dog, an elder from South Dakota.
Vern was like a grandfather, too. We were in our thirties (some of us were older, some of our group were mothers and fathers) being brought back to our culture with the help of our Native Cultural Center in Toronto or by word of mouth about this sacred place we were all at. We were like a healing family now, all of us talking about our past before arriving, our past abuse and the abuse to ourselves through alcohol, drugs, and violence. There was domestic violence growing up and the pain that never went away. We all were healing just being on the land, being out of Toronto, being near like-minded people—as many say now, we were attracted to each other in a healing way, a healing way of life.
Our first visit to Vern’s camp became a healing journey which none of us can ever forget. I kept going for several years and learned so much from Vern. There are not enough words of gratitude, thanks, and blessings I and anyone who has attended “Grandfather Vern Harper’s Purification Ceremony” as Vern sometimes called it. Vern said we were coming out clean; sometimes he would say we were reborn after the purification, and the sweat was for honoring our ancestors and the spirit world and Creation. But most of all, the sweat was a purification ceremony. We were taught how to see in a sacred way, how to walk in a sacred way. We learned to give thanks to the forces that gave us life. The ones who attended Vern’s camp were healing big, and we all were happy on the land with Mother Earth and learning to humble ourselves with thanks. Many of us became life long friends.
I remember Fernando Hernandez. He had come from Southern Mexico or El Salvador, and he had a wife Monique Mohicia. They had joined the ceremony to heal and give thanks with us. Sometimes as we all gathered up and we were waiting for late arrivals, we would sit and talk, or we would stand by the fire and make offerings until it was time to go inside the lodge. This process was a powerful healing in itself: just waiting. Vern said we were entering Mother Earth’s Womb. We all shared stories of intense discovery and pain while healing with the heat coming from the fire heating the stones. We talked about being clean for the first time because for many of us this was our first sweat lodge. We were learning to live a clean life, learning to think clean, we were cleaning our minds bodies, and spirits. Later I heard Fernando had become a famous actor and he starred in Mel Gibson’s film Apocalypto.
Many years have gone by since our first sweat. We have recovered as we all learned after the healing; we were all very wounded people at one time, maybe when we were younger. Vern always said our sweats were “four direction sweats” or “four colored” because all races of people were allowed in his lodge. Here in Toronto, these days Vern has become a great leader. As far as I know, he is the Spiritual Leader of Toronto simply because he will pray for all people, his own people, and helps anyone who needs healing or to purify themselves. Vern is recognized for his relentless work in the prison system, giving his good energy wherever he can for his people and all people. Vern’s camp is still in Guelph, and he maintains the Sacred Sweat Lodge Ceremony. Vern said he has lived 83 winters now.
I have learned over the years that all the cities and reservations across Ontario have camps like Vern’s, and all the provinces across Canada and all across North America. We have spiritual camps and elders in the prison system, public schools and universities, and suburbs where urban and traditional Native elders share our sacred culture and teachings to people who want to heal, learn, and purify. Our healing and the healing of Mother Earth must work together because Mother Earth gives us so much—in fact, Mother Earth gives us everything we as humans need to survive.
Many of our group have become urban elders ourselves because we continue the way of life our elders have taught us; this way of life was passed onto our elders by their elders, so it is now many winters, and we continue to give thanks to the natural world, the universe, the cosmos the way we were instructed. Thank you all for listening.
Vern speaks out from the Book of Elders
Courtesy of Sandy Johnson
A hundred years before the Europeans came, a Cree prophecy said a time would come when Rainbow People and the People of Color would appear and be like children. The prophecy talked about how the people would be very innocent and childlike, and that would be one of the signs for the great changes to come. This would be known as the Seventh Fire, I’ve talked to many of my uncles and aunts, and we believe the hippie movement was part of the prophecy. Maybe that’s why a lot of Indians identified with the hippie movement in the sixties.
Everyone has a responsibility to find out what they’re here for. There’s only one way you can do that: with a sober mind, through mediation and ceremony. There’s no other way that I’ve found, and it’s taken me four decades to find this out. Traditionally, Cree men were not allowed to do community work or speak on behalf of anyone until we were over fifty because up until that point our teachings instructed us to learn and listen. And when we reached fifty years of age, we would be able to say something for the people. But things have changed because of the need to teach others, and the world is out of balance. When I crawl into the lodge, I do it unselfishly. I crawl in there and think about my brothers and sisters. I think about Mother Earth, and I suffer and give thanks in the lodge. Our life here is part of a journey to the sprit world and preparation means everything. That’s why I keep my teachings simple. When I teach the children, I tell them to make life a good journey and then work to prepare your self. We must all prepare ourselves, so when our time comes, our spirit journey is a good one.
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An account written in February 2014 by my mother Catherine about her father Alfred’s service in the Great war
"One Man’s war "
My father was born in October 1897 in the small village of Cononley. he lived in the long terrace of houses which run along the road in the direction of Crosshills known to villagers as “frying pan row” because it was reputed hat only one family owned a frying pan so it was passed from house to house on a Sunday!
Dad was called up in 1915 and after a short period of training near the east coast was shipped across to France.
He was in the 2nd/6th company of the Duke of wellington’s regiment and was part of the regiment recruited from all areas of Craven
An outstanding feature of recruiting in Craven in the early days of the war was the highly successful effort of a Mr H.G.Tunskill of Otterborn who at that time represented the Settle District of the West Riding County council and after the first appeal for volunteers no less than 99 men joined him as members of Lord Kitchener’s army. and were given a resounding send off by townsfolk
The company soon aw action and in Thiepval occupied some old German trenches which though damaged by allied shells were deep with dug outs and tunnels and very well constructed
After an attack in that sector a sergeant saw a waterproof sheet stretched on the ground and on picking it up an unwounded German soldier sprang from it and bolted – The sergeant gave chase and the man was captured .
Dad fought at both battles at Ypres and also on the Somme where the trenches had been almost obliterated and new ones had to be dug in close proximity to enemy lines .
Many bodies had to be buried in the hours of darkness and food and water heavily rationed and were brought up in terribly dangerous circumstances
After a long spell in he trenches the whole battalion enjoyed two weeks rest at a village aptly named Paradis. A horse show was organised and the battalion did well and they also swept the board and won the tug of war and several field events.
Dad was wounded three times , - on the first occasion getting a bullet through his leg just under his left knee. he was treated for that in a field hospital.
Later he developed trench feet in which the feet swell very badly and gangrene can set in.
On that occasion he was sent back to England to be treated at a military hospital in York. When this was bombed by airships the patients with trench feet were issued with bigger boots and sent back to join their regiments.
Dad’s third wounds were more serious – a lump of shrapnel , jagged and as big as a hen’s egg, blasted through his right arm and into his body where he suffered the loss of a kidney and a ruptured spleen.
He lay for three days in quite deep filthy water in a small shell hole prior to being found and was told by staff at the field hospital that, if it hadn’t been for the cold water he would have bled to death.
He was then moved to a French cathedral into one of the side chapels which had been made into a hospital and there he spent his 21st birthday.
He told me that one of the “walking wounded” hung a dead rat above the entrance just low enough to catch the very strict matron’s head as she entered!
Eventually he was moved back o a hospital in England and was finally sent up to a place in whitly Bay and then discharged.
He never spoke of the appalling conditions except for two little tales.
He said that if you wanted a light fr your cigarette and there were a few of you present, you never ever accepted a light from the third person because they believed that lighting a match at first would alert the enemy to their position,;- that after the second the German’s would take aim and on the third they would fire!
He also told me how they would turn their clothing inside out, given the chance ,and run a lighted match close to the seams to kill the lice!
Dad had to wear a support belt for the rest of his life and was forbidden to play cricket which was a blow as he’d been reported to be Cononley’s demon bowler . It always surprised me that he was a good tennis player and that didn’t seem to be doing him much harm. Perhaps he took up tennis after his discharge?
There was a tennis club at the local chapel and all my family were members.
On his death ,aged 48, mum donated a very small cup in his memory for the “doubles” champions and I was the first, with my partner Ken Bradley, to win it!
Dad never spoke of the horrors of war . He just stuck to amusing anecdotes and often spoke warmly of the camaraderie of the trenches.
I have at home a book called “Craven’s part in the Great war” and in it are pictures of hundreds of of Craven men who gave their lives . dad would look at it occasionally on Armistice day and point out sadly all the men he’d known.
Another Craven event connected to a disaster that happened was when the hospital ship “Rohanna” hit rocks near Whitby and a huge number of men were drowned.
I spoke to a lifeboat man at Whitby a few years ago and in their small museum behind the shop they have a scale model of the “Rohanna” and details of the horrendous task the lifeboat crew had trying to help.
A pair of Hanseatische Eisenbahn GmbH DWA-built LVT/S four-wheel railbuses stand at Meyenburg. On the right is VT504 002 (with the European Vehicle Number 95 80 0504 002-5 D-HANS) which was working the summer Saturday service between here and Güstrow (it was due to depart at 14.35), while the unidentified unit on the left is working the normal service from the Pritzwalk direction (it had arrived as train 62046 from Neustadt (Dosse), and would depart at 14.44 back there as train 62045).
This was day eleven of my fourteen-day European trip planned around the Klagenfurt-based Branch Line Society three-day "Carinthian Explorer", and I was staying two nights in Parchim in order to do the parts of the Mecklenburgische Südbahn which did not normally have a passenger service as well as the branches north and south from Karow...
The east-west Mecklenburgische Südbahn between Waren (on the Berlin - Rostock main line) and Ludwigslust (on the Berlin - Hamburg main line) via Karow lost the passenger services on its middle section in April 2015, although services remained on short sections at each end. Doing it had not fitted in easily with plans when visiting the area in 2013 and early 2014 (I knew it was under threat), and then it was announced that closure was scheduled for December 2014. I'd intended doing the line on my way to or from a planned BLS railtour in Poland in August 2014, but the tour ended up being cancelled before bookings opened - and by this time it had been announced that a private operator was going to continue services beyond December 2014, so there was now no immediate urgency to do the line. But the service was then withdrawn at short notice after only four months of operation, and I missed doing it.
The north-south line between Güstrow (on the Neubrandenburg to Lübeck line) and Pritzwalk (on the one-time Wittenberge to Neustrelitz line) via Karow lost its passenger service in September 2000, although services remained at the southern end between Pritzwalk and Meyenburg, this section being within the Brandenburg Land and part of the VBB tariff union area. This was therefore a line I had missed completely, as it closed before I had seriously started gricing German branch lines. There had, however, been some occasional use south of Karow in recent years, although not usually as far as Meyenburg.
DB had disposed of these lines in various stages from 2004, initially handing over the section south of Karow to Prignitzer Eisenbahn GmbH (PEG). PEG had been operating trains on the whole route since 1998, and the transfer also included the line south from Pritzwalk to Neustadt (Dosse) - although DB retained ownership of the section between the junctions at Pritzwalk. In November 2007 PEG took over the line north from Karow (as far as the junction at Premierburg) and made it operational again, while the following March it took over the Karow station area and the line east to Waren (exclusive), passenger trains on this route being operated by DGEG (in which PEG held a fifty percent share) under contract to the Mecklenburg-Vorpommern Land. The takeover of PEG's infrastructure division saw RegioInfra Gesellschaft mbH (RIG) become the owner from July 2012, with the line later being transferred to the RIG subsidiary RegioInfra Nord-Ost GmbH & Co. KG (RIN). Finally, RIG / RIN took ownership of the section west from Karow as far as the junction at Parchim when the Land-funded passenger service ceased in December 2014.
However, with no freight traffic and only a very limited amount of seasonal passenger traffic (essentially a tourist operation), RIG / RIN had announced it planned to close most of the network at the end of 2019 as it could no longer afford to keep the lines open. I therefore thought I had missed out again, until Branch Line News International advertised some special trips coming up...
During the summer of 2019 there were four Saturdays (alternate weekends from 6th July to 17th August) when trains were advertised as running on all four sections of this network - four return trips from Malchow to Parchim and two return trips from Meyenburg to Güstrow, plus a one-way trip from Malchow to Meyenburg at the end of the day. In addition, every Thursday from 4th July to 15th August there was a return train from Parchim to Pritzwalk with onward connections to Wittstock for the Landesgartenschau (the Wittstock Horticultural Show). One of the Saturdays was the weekend after the BLS tour, and doing the lines fitted in nicely with other plans. Availability and price of accommodation meant staying in Parchim on the Friday night, and careful planning allowed a day of luggage-free travel and a second night in Parchim - I had to travel from Parchim to Malchow, back to Karow (for a break of just over two hours - but there isn't much there, and the small town was a short walk away), south to Meyenburg (break of over an hour and a half, time for a late lunch) and then back north to Güstrow from where I travelled back to Parchim via DB (having dinner in Schwerin as well as a short photographic session in lovely evening light by the lake). Unfortunately, I was unable to do the section between Malchow and Waren, but that still has a regular passenger service so would easily be done on a future trip.
RIG / RIN did not close the lines at the end of 2019, and in May 2020 some scheduled summer weekend services were reinstated. Trains ran from Parchim via Karow to Plau am See (part of the way to Meyenburg) and between Malchow and Karow. However, my visit in August 2019 also got me the sections which did not regain a passenger service.
Today was not the first time I'd been to Meyenburg, as I'd done the line from Pritzwalk in January 2009 (during a two-day trip to Berlin courtesy of 1p flights from Ryanair). Back then there was a two-hourly service, operated by DGEG under contract to the Land - but in 2019 there were now only five return trips on Mondays to Fridays and three on Saturdays and Sundays, operated by Hanseatische Eisenbahn. However, the station platforms had been rebuilt, with a new side platform (1a) on track 1 immediately south of the old one and a new island between the two tracks opposite the disused station building, with the face on the west side labelled 1b and that on the east side labelled 2. Back in 2009 the three through sidings had stored DSB two-car DMUs, NS couchette coaches, and a DB “Donald Duck” class 401 EMU (in Lufthansa Express yellow livery) parked on them; ten years later, it was stored wagons (hoppers and car transporters). A photo I took that day can be found here.
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