Page 10 April 1982 Cassiar Courier GOOD HOPE LAKE NE\ by George Holman George Holman, District Safety Chairman and Nick Postni- koff, Union Steward display the safety trophy and award pre- sented to the Good Hope Lake Mairt. Crew for working a full year without an accident. The award was presented by Neville Hope, Regional Highways Manager at a luncheon held in honor of the crew at Good Hope Lake. There are six ‘ministry regions in the province. Dease Lake _ district is the northern most district and is in region 5, with the regional office situated in Terrace. Region 5 has placed number ~ one out of the six regions by having the least accidents in the past -*year. ; Region 5 is served by maintenance camps located at Bob Quinn Lake, Tatogga Lake, Telegraph Creek, Dease Lake, Good Hope Lake and Atlin Lake and has had the lowest accident fre- quency over the past 3 years. We hope this exceptional safety record continues. MOCCASIN TELEGRAPH Bon Voyage to Nick, Linda and Shawn Postnikoff. Nick has . transferred to Ft StJohn where he will continue with the Dept: of Highways as a lead hand mechanic there. Nick worked as mechanic at Good Hope Lake for the past year. He previously hailed from Castlegar. Good Luck to Nick and his family in their new venture. We welcome to Good Hope Lake, Jim Robbie who joins the Good Hope Lake Road Crew as a machine operator. Jim was a machine operator the past few years for the Dept. of Highways at Fruitvale We hope you enjoy your stay with us Jim. The Good Hope Lake Ladies Socia Club plan a Rummage and Bake Sale to be held in May. Time and date will be announced ‘Good Hope Lake’s Curling team have been busy this Spring in local competitions. A big hand to the team for their efforts and good sportsmanship. Team members are: Andre Bisson, Bob Bowe, Larry and Jane Johnny. + BAPPY EASTER 2 July and August aren't my only good months. When you know me like your travel agent knows me, deciding where to goany time of year is a breeze. Because a travel agent can tell you where to ski my slopes in July or waterski in January. About a place where I’ve had less than two inches of rain in 30 years. When I’m not having typhoons In Tokyo. The season for marlin in Tanzania. When and where I’m stormy. (After all, | have 2,000 thunderstorms a minute.) Or balmy. So see a travel agent. Member ASTA Amencon Sociery of havel Agents Your travel agent knows more about me than anybody else on me. Marvel Travel Service Ltd. 164 ELLIOT STREET CASSIAR 778-7220 (Trailer next to Curling Rink) DOMESTIC & INTERNATIONAL TRAVEL BY AIR - SEA CRUISES -- RAIL — BUS -- HOTEL RESERVATIAM -— CAR HIRE AMD RENTAL — PASSPORT — VISAS -- TRAVEL INSURANCE AN) OTHER TRAVEL SERVICES. BIINGET CHARTERS AVAILABLE FAR ALL SEASOMS TRAVEL. OFFICE HOURS: 9:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. WEEKDAYS, 9:30 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. SATURDAYS (APEN DURING LUNCH HOURS) CLOSED ALL NAY SUNDAY BOOK REVIE By Bill Morrison 4 SYLVIA TENNENBAUM — YESTERDAY’S: STREETS Sylvia Tennenbaum was born in Frankfurt in 1938; and in this expansive novel she recreates the city that was destroyed, first morally by the Nazis and then physically by the Allied bombing, during the second world war. We see this beautiful, elegant city through the eyes of the Wertheims, an established, acculturated, wealthy Jewish family living in its luxurious west end. “The Wertheims consicer themselves solid, patriotic Germans; with roots in the city that go back to the 16th century. We meet them first at Christmas, 1903; and we realiz immediately that for this family civilized, respectable, cultural, German values are every- thing, and the religion of their race is part of a primitive past that is left ignored. They are Germans, not Jews. When Edu, the dom- inant character, encounters the poverty-stricken Jews of Eastern Europe during his service on the Russian front in 1917, he recog- nizes no kinship with them; he finds their customs abhorrent, language vulgar, and their appearance repugnant. His fellow of- ficers, however, shun him because he alone amongst them is a Jew: and Edu finds himself isolated — isolated from the German upper class with whom he identifies; isolated from the downtrodden Jews with whom others identify him — Readers who have seen The Garden cf the Finzi-Contini will recognize the Wertheims as a German counterpart of the Italian family of that movie: they live behind their garden walls, cut off from the world outsick by their affluence, deploring the Nazis but unable to conceive that their vituperation could be directed at them. Tennenbaum has not created artificially ‘nice’ people to engage our sympathy; the Wertheirrs are pompous and spoiled, or too idealistic to cqoe with reality. They are genuinely flawed hu- man beings, like the rest of us. But only madness could envision a future for these people that followed aremorseless road from the beauties of the Palmengarten to the smoke-filled skies of Buch- ennald, where Jewish ashes became fertilizer and Jewish bones became landfill, all to demonstrate the superiority. of the Aryan race. : Some of the family escape the “final solution’, remaining as untouched by its horror a they were by the politcal and econom- ic chaos that brought Nazism to power. But they survive dead to the past; and the rubble of the beautiful city they grew up in is easeful living is gone forever, giving place by a bleak and fated human landscape. : : ; Tennenbaum’s sensitive characterization and her gentfe understated style evoke the Frankfurt of days gone by, and give us a masterful work of fiction. JEREMY LUCAS — WHALE Whale is in every way an extraordinary and wonderful novel that cannot be recommended too highly. It is the story of Sabre, ~ an Orca or ‘killer whale’, from his birth off the stormy coast of the Hebrides to his full maturity and his assuming leadership of the Great School of whales roaming the North Atlantic. _ Throughout this story, which. will make you want to shake your fist in anger at one moment, and bring tears to your eyes the Orca and marine biology generally. What an attractive way to learn while being entertained into the bargain. He shows us these mag- nificent and intelligent animals as noble, loving creatures who display intense loyalty to one another, even in the mickt of great personal danger. : Sabre encounters many dangers in the sea, but the greatest of them is man. His father, Orion, is killed by a Scots crofter ina misguided attempt to save the seals who congregate on his island beach from the foraging of their greatest predator. The poor man’s world is shattered when, after he has wounded Orion, his mate and calf come tearing in to rescue him, risking death themselves to respond to his cries of pain. This demonstration of honor and nobility in the Orca leaves the man dumbfounded; ‘Why aid they do that? I didn’t think it would be like that’. Life is threatened for these creatures. We have called them ‘killers’ and having called ~ them that we feel a moral duty to kill them. Lucas leaves us in no cbubt about where the moral outrage ought to lie There is a poignancy about this book as vast as the ocean which is the Orca’s home. Three figures trom the story especially haunt the mind, none of them Orca. The first is a huge sperm whale who foregoes his natural hostility to the Orca to play with Sabre glad of the contact after passing many months without see- ing another of his kind. The other are two whales, of different species that are naturally aloof from one another, swimming the ocean and encountering its adventures together, because a strange travelling companion is better than no companion at all. ‘What a great book’, one reader has remarked. ‘It’s enough to make you_run out and join Greenpeace.” Amen to that. witness to the terrible truth that that world of cultured grace and _ next, Lucas teaches his readers an immense amount about the ; e DINING BY CANDLELIGHT “Cabcuct’ Wen Recently Premier Bill realized a lifelong dream when, quite by chance, while playing a game of Damn and Be Damned with the Minister of Environment, he stumbled on the names of Cas- siar, Dease Lake and Telegraph Creek, Could one of these be the legendary City of Gold often spoken of in the folklore of the early pioneers? Vas this hat his father was dreaming of when he built his train line into nowhere? Excited, he studied government maps, trying. to find some ‘sign of these forgotten townships, but to no avail. Though he studied the maps inch by inch, looking further north than Prince Rupert, and though it seemed ridiculous, even as far north as the township of Stewart which, as everyone knows, is almost in Alaska! Alas, not a sign could he see. Dejected, but not defeated. No, our leaders are made of stronger stuff than that. He summoned his cabinet to see what knowledge they could offer on these phantom towns. The Minis- ter of Housing knew nothing, nor did the Minister of Agriculture. The Deputy Minister of Highways said he thought he had heard rumors, but nothing concrete. The Minister of Transportation was adamant, There was no such place. If they did exist they would need air service, wouldnt they, and if they got it he would be the first to know. He sat down feeling rather pleased with himself. Old Bill could not catch him out with trick questions like that. How right he had been to vote himself a raise in salary earlier that month. “Perhaps we should ask the N.D.P. Party” said the Minister without Portfolio (or anything else, for that matter). “I have heard rumors that Al Passarell has a trapline in the North. He might know something.” ““Bubbish” shouted Bill. “Do you. want them to know what we are on to. They will have Passarell stake a claim before we can get there.” It was the Minister of Finance who saved the day. “For some years now,” he said, “we have been receiving large mon- etary donations at our revenue office from certain townships that do not show on our provincial maps. | hesitated to bring the matter up before for fear they might really belong to the Yukon, which, as you well know, is a vast wasteland and could not pos- sibly justify the utilization of the money like we can.” “Well, let me get a map of the Yukon” exclaimed Bill. “If we can’t find them in British Columbia we will have to expropri- . ate them from the Territories.~ The map was fetched and in minutes the little townships had been located — not in the Yukon, as had been feared, but below the border where lay. hundreds of square miles of land marked “B.C.” “Holy Jeepers!” shouted Bill. “I never knew the prov- ince was so big or so-rich.” said the Minister for Exploitation. !t took an epic three hour flight before the plane carrying the Premier’s search party landed on the gravel runway, to be met by Mayor Frank and an escort of his most trusted lieuten- ants. A French interpreter was on hand as it had been strongly rumored by our pirate satellite station that the leaders in the South understood little English. The ensemble was then paraded through the streets of Cas- Siar, where miners and millhands stared goggle-eyed, looking something akin to shipwrecked sailors who had finally been spotted and would soon be saved. Down Connell Drive the entourage passed, on to the Guest Lodge on Hunt Street, where | had been instructed to concoct special menu for the honored guests, trying to steer clear of Moose Mussel Soup and Beaver Tail fried in bear grease, the traditional fare at this establishment. | decided to go for a New Orleans buffet, in order to revitalize our newly chilled politicians- The meal and the general good spirits of the townsfolk & thrill- ed the Minister for Industry and Small Business Development that, after informing those present at a public meeting that night C.P. Air Watson Lake Cassiar Courier April 1982 Page 11 by Terry Farrel! how extremely well off they were, he invited one and all to come and join him and. his fellow British Columbians down. South whenever our good fortune became too much to bear. The meeting was duly concluded and everyone felt the better for it. The Ministers left for points south the very next day, where they are rumored to be devising an 7 Isolation Tax to be introduced in the next budget. Here are a few recipes from the New Orleans Buffet, prepar- ed for us by our resident Cajun’ Chef, John Shepherd, who mas- tered the art of Creole cooking in the SEH ES and bayous of his native High Wickham. SHRIMP AND HAM JAMBALAYA Sweat 17 cups chopped onions, % cup chopped celery and %4 cup chopped green peppers in a little butter. Add to this 2 tablespoons chopped garlic, 3. crushed cloves, 1 tablespoon chopped parsley, 72 teaspoon thyme, 1% teaspoon cayenne, 1 Ib. canned tomatoes, 3 tablespoons tomato paste, 1 Ib. cooked smoked ham and 2 Ibs. cooked shrimp. Add 1 cup cooked white rice, Stir all contents until well mixed and rice has absorbed all the juice. Serves 6 — &. CHICKEN ROCHAMBEAU First make a mushroom sauce by melting 2 tablespoons of butter over moderate heat. Add to this a cup of chopped green onions and cook until tender. Add enough flour to take up the fat. Stir in some chicken stock, a bit at a time, until sauce cooks out to the right consistency. Then add % cup finely chopped fresh mushrooms and season with salt, peoper, Lea & Perrins and cayenne. Poach four boneless chicken breasts in a little chic- ken stock, laced with dry vermouth. Turn oven on to moderate heat, place four Holland rusks on a baking tray and set to warm. Meanwhile, fry four strips Canadian back bacon. Place bacon strios on each rusk, top with.the mushroom sauce, place the chicken breasts next and finish off with a topping of Tarragon Bernaise sauce. Serves 4. ‘ REGRETS THAT THE “CP HOLIDAYS CHARTERS TO BRITAIN AND GERMANY 1982” PRICES SHOWN IN THE AD:IN THE MARCH ISSUE OF THE CASSIAR COURIER WERE INCORRECT. CORRECT PRICES ARE SHOWN LONDON PRESTWICK FRANKURT DUSSELDORF LONDON MANCHESTER PRESTWICK FRANKFURT DUSSELDORF CP AIR 586-7455 1982 EDMONTON DEPARTURES ONE WAY FARES FROM $419 $394 A3A $438 $476 DEPARTURE DATES AVAILABLE FROM CP OR YOUR TRAVEL AGENT MARVEL TRAVEL - BELOW. WE REGRET ANY INCONVENIENCE THIS MAY HAVE CAUSED YOU. CP HOLIDAYS CHARTERS TO BRITAIN AND GERMANY LONGSTAYS RETURN Non available $592 5649 VANCOUVER DEPARTURES $592 $689 778-7220 AN