hello!! would you be able to draw iskall (or anyone) bothering beef please :) you are super cool thank you!!
33. if you don't put much effort into anything then what's up?
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A WHOLE ASS CAR RADIO
(I asked, it's legitimately a car part someone donated)
My Little Addiction, BC
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maddie williams <3
oh i completely agree anon <3
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I was going through my great grandfather's memoirs (born 3 March 1880) and came across this part, which feels eerily similar to our current times:
Our biggest handicap was the Spanish Flu epidemic of 1918. With men off sick we were lucky to have 50 staff. Some would come back and more would go off. I was off two weeks myself. There were many deaths in the city. 聽
The war was over and the men were returning from France. We were working a fifty hour week. With the men returning, the trend was to repress wages and frown on a reduction of working hours. My responsibility had been increased so as I was next to the superintendent. This was fine, except my wages were the same as the day I started. They said, "You are doing a good job, but with the men returning that is all we can pay you." There was general upset. The returned men were dissatisfied with the wages offered, not only with our company and the warehouse business, but with what was being offered in general.
He then goes on to explain how they met with the Trade and Labour Council to form a union and present their demands (which were union recognition, basic wage of $180.00 a month, an eight hour day in a year's time, and a two year contract), but it all went to hell because of spies reporting back to the bosses and scabs who refused to honour the strike.
After the second day they flooded back like sheep. At Ashdown the travellers and buyers worked the warehouse without interruption of service. The strike was a washout. I was out of a job!
The night before the strike was scheduled to start the bosses even resorted to the closest they had to social media 105 years ago.
The Evening paper carried an advertisement, by all companies concerned, advising that all employees absent from work for three days, would be discharged.
(The memoirs are 180 typed pages, so I may post more bits as they catch my eye)
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My paternal grandmother's parents wanted her to never leave home and take care of them in their old age. She went to nursing school and got a job against their wishes. They didn't want her to marry, but she started dating my grandfather anyway (they met after he came back from a date with her younger sister). She got pregnant, told my grandfather he had three months to decide what to do or she was raising the baby alone. In the 1950s. They got married and immediately moved to Canada to get away from her family. She was a stay-at-home mom for most of her life and had eight children.
I didn't know until I was an adult how much of a bad-ass she was; she was "just" the grandma who taught me how to knit, made delicious cookies, and used to repair my favourite dolls.
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I wish to be included in bears lore; in eastern Canada we frequently get black bears wandering into town (up to and including our largest cities), but black bears are among the least threatening of the bears, so mostly they would just end up in a tree while the morning news show cried about how cute they were T___T
The bear saga continues.
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huddled in a corner frothing at the mouth over my plans for an extended Team Canada/Hermitcraft AU like anyone but my poor soul shall care
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