Old saying rings true
How utterly disappointing to learn of the closure of Dalnavert Museum (Historic Dalnavert shuttered, Nov. 2). More disappointing is the fact that I, like many others, neglected to show my appreciation by visiting and donating funds to keep this historical jewel viable.
I can only hope the passion of its dedicated volunteers will motivate private and public interests to come together to reopen Dalnavert. As the old saying goes, "You never know what you have until it's gone."
As a Dalnavert volunteer, I, like many others, have grown to be very protective of the house and its contents. The museum holds an impressive collection of artifacts of the Victorian era.
The individuals who put it together did so with exquisite attention to detail. They ensured everything in the home is period-appropriate and reflects the taste and customs of the day. Nothing was left to chance. It was a labour of love, based on a broad base of knowledge and experience.
The results of that labour brought enjoyment to countless visitors. Without question, they deserve our respect and admiration for a superbly done job.
We all share blame
The unfolding inquiry into Brian Sinclair's last days are a tragedy. I have tried to imagine how Sinclair could have sat so quietly, in discomfort, pain, in life and in death, without so much as a whimper.
The only reason I can think of is that he felt that it would make no difference if he asked for help or not, and that he thought no one gave a damn whether he lived or died. He would not have learned to sit quietly and undemanding in his hours in the emergency room. He probably learned it over months or years.
We all pass others like Sinclair every day and ignore them because they are disabled, unclean or ask for our assistance. And dare I raise the Canadian "N" word: native. If the person we see is First Nations, all too often we don't respond, even with a simple hello or human eye contact. We pretend they are not there.
At the ER, we see the results of this omission on our part played out to its tragic end. The inquiry is putting Health Sciences Centre ER personnel on trial. But all of us are on trial. And we are all guilty.
I'm sorry, Brian.
Daughters always grand
Re: Nowhere in the world is a daughter 'just' a girl (Nov. 2). Each time I was blessed with the birth of one of my five precious daughters, one idiot or another would say "another daughter?", implying or sometimes even offering sympathy for me.
I am now the proud grandfather of five beautiful granddaughters and five handsome grandsons. But now, in later years, if and when I bump into any of these idiots who had no daughters and they ask how many grandchildren I have, my reply would be "five granddaughters and five mistakes."
Burying our successes
Is the Manitoba Bisons football team so irrelevant that a semi-final win in, as Ed Tait wrote, "the best football game played at Investors Group Field all season" (Bisons put leash on Huskies, Nov. 2) does not rate a front page headline or even the front page of the sports section?
I have no familial ties to the Bisons but I am a proud supporter of any home team. I would think that any success at Investors Group Field this year would be heralded, not buried on page C4.
Adding insult to injury
I am in utter disbelief this nightmare has continued for the Taman family (Justice delayed, justice denied, Nov. 2).
To add insult to injury, Harry Bakema and Derek Harvey-Zenk will very likely still receive their pensions and the Taman family, being taxpayers, will help to pay for them.
I do not know what else can possibly be done by our justice system to make absolutely sure the Taman family is completely aware their beloved family member was "disposable."
I sincerely hope my family is never in need of this system.
I recommend we change the name of Winnipeg to "Botched Job." Why? Well, there's the botched new stadium and the botched Bombers.
How about the botched city council and the botched fire-hall fiasco. And now, the pièce de résistance, the acquittal of Harry Bakema because it was just a simple "botched job."
I guess his acquittal is a botched job of a botched job.
A judicious process
In his Oct. 31 letter, Wrong expectations, Bill Rolls suggests leaving the nomination of senators to five university deans. Better still, choose members by random lottery, with few conditions and for two terms only. It works for juries.