False Alarm on Shirley Street

A (nother) EVERGREEN NOVA SCOTIA EXCLUSIVE.....

By AVA JANE, staff cub reporter

A good reporter is never off duty.

I was relaxing by watching a movie, Tuesday evening, after a hard day playing with Nikola, when I heard sirens and went out on Shirley Street, wearing my blanket - and saw flashing lights of a firetruck and men in yellow suits.

Very soon the truck and the men disappeared.

Next morning, I am on the way to my bus, to go to work.

What do I see, but a young man with a cute black and white and brown dog, (which I subsequently learned was called "Lucy"), sitting on the steps of the house where the fire truck had been.

He seemed a friendly type, so I asked him a few questions about the fire truck.

He said he wasn't aware that the house alarm was directly wired to the fire department and that setting off his house alarm by mistake would bring the truck and fireman in all their gear.

The fire captain was nice - he just warned him and didn't fine him $500.

Lucky man !

I got a nice surprise too - when the fire captain left in his big fire truck that night, I waved and the crew smiled and honked the horn !

Narrow escape at Pier 21 as ceiling fan crashes in front of patron

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by CUB REPORTER, Ava Jane

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Dateline HALIFAX :Monday, July 19th 2010 , 2pm

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We had just started "Storytime" at Pier 21's Junior Journalist Day Camp when we heard a loud crash-smash-bang.

We all said '"what was that ???!"

The class soon found out, as an eyewitness had seen the whole thing and told our teachers.

A large grey ceiling fan, at least 500 mm in diameter, fell down on the escalator, just in front of a man descending upon it.

He ran off. The staff stopped the escalator because they weren't sure what had happened at first.

The staff quickly gathered up all the pieces of the broken fan before it could get caught in the escalator's interior.

There was definitely nothing visible left of the incident, when I went on the escalator two hours later.

A close call for everybody !

Junior Journalist day camp, report two

by AVA JANE, trainee "cub" reporter

HI!

MY FIRST DAY AT MEDIA CAMP WAS AWESOME! Made a new friend named Matti.

First was 'Fun Time'; played the name game---getting to know each other, a little bit about where we were from.

We watched videos about Greece's problem, which is that it didn't have enough money for ice-cream.

Then we talked about making a budget and did a sheet about budget. Then we went to the gym and learned an Irish dance that Becky taught us. Went back , had a snack and had free time.

Had a story and while we were reading the story, BOOM! something from the ceiling fell onto the floor outside the classroom.

We did a craft that was a flag made out of some ripped up paper.

We went to the gym again and played a game that was throwing a dodge ball then you have a set of three balls numbered and you have to remember your number, you go around in a line one at time and throw the ball and whoever gets the closest wins.

We went to the classroom and did another craft that was a flag made from beads and a string.

I left for home at 4Pm on the city bus with my great aunt.

THE END by... AVA

Ava Jane, CUB REPORTER, first report

I am handing my blog over for this week to a dear friend of mine, Ava Jane, Halifax's newest reporter....enjoy !

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Junior Journalist Day Camp, Day One:

08:11 AM july 19/2010 : headed out to work - hoping to catch the 8:14 Number Seven bus heading for the corner of Barrington & South Street.

A little walk would bring me to Pier 21 and my first day on the job - wish me well !

Pictures of Martin Henry Dawson

PICTURES OF MARTIN HENRY DAWSON

It is odd that with all the information about Martin Henry Dawson on the web, I have never seen a picture of him on any site but mine and Michael's.

So here are a few pictures of Martin Henry Dawson - enjoy !

( taken circa 1938, 1923, 1915, 1942,1912 from top to bottom...)

SANSCOEUR is the worst-est heart disease, for sure

I had to run to my dictionary just to understand the subtitle just under the header for the blog titled MO goes PO.

Something about SANSCOEUR being the worst possible heart disease.

Finally 'got it' - and you know what ?

It is !

Nice photograph of Martin Henry Dawson, by the by, under the subtitle of that blog - moody and blue...

MO goes PO: Pneumococcal capsule,Hyaluronan,Penicillin like el...

MO goes PO: Pneumococcal capsule,Hyaluronan,Penicillin like el...

Electrons,protons and neutrons , ie plus (+), minus (-) and neutral - that is one way to look at how our body treats foreign objects, I guess....

Modernity becomes PostModernity: MO goes PO

When I was a kid, we liked our bread white, our clothing to be artificial and we wanted everybody to be white, middle class, protestant, not an immigrant - and a man.

Times have changed - we prefer wholewheat bread, prefer natural to synthetic and we welcome diversity and speak of vibrant communities made of all kinds of different people.

And we don't medically label school kids as morons and cretins, as they did in my schools - we don't beat aboriginal kids who dare to speak MicMac.

Times have changed - we are kinder and gentler to others - we call this change the shift from Modernity to PostModernity.

PoMo in the 'in jargon' for all this - a way of making all the big words in the postmodernist toolbox - and there are lots of them - seem a little more downhome and friendly.

But when did the transition from Mo to Po start ?

My partner, Michael, thinks it happened between September 2nd 1939 and September 2nd 1945.

PoMo is often seen as an aesthetic thing, of interest only to avant garde artists and young architects.

Michael - characteristically - thinks this is 180 degrees wrong.

"The Mo-Po Revolution was above all a change in general morality or ethics throughout the Western World - starting in 1945, we quickly decided it wasn't polite anymore to make fun of Jews, or Negroes, or Indians, or DPs ,Hunkies and Polacks."

"Nor to make fun of retards and crips, immigrants, gals in the office and fruits."

If Modernity's mantra was "Some life is unworthy of life", postmodernity said, in effect, "all life is worthy of life".

"And a little respect and dignity."

Michael thinks it was this inchoate movement during World War Two, that pushed Martin Henry Dawson to break a wartime regulation at the age of 46 - to break a rule for probably the first time in his life.

He kept on breaking the rules until he changed our whole world for the better, forever...

Michael's new blog is called MO goes PO - check it out !!

Martin Henry Dawson - at last !

Martin Henry Dawson, 1896-1945, at age 16 in 1912

Michael has finally started blogging about his research on Martin Henry Dawson - about time I say.....