T.L. Morrisey

Monday, December 23, 2024

St. Mary’s Hospital, Paying it Forward

St. Mary's Hospital, 20 August 2014 


Walking down the hall at St. Mary’s HospitalI said a silent thank you to Fr. Luke Callaghan for saving the hospital. Back in the 1930s Dr. William Hingston, who founded the hospital, asked Fr. Luke for help dealing with Sr. Helen Morrissey (no relation to me), the nun who had initiated the idea of a hospital for Montreal’s Roman Catholic population; however, Sr. Helen had her own rigid ideas of how the new hospital should be run, and she proved an obstreperous and formidable opponent as she alienated the all-male board organizing the new hospital. She almost derailed the hospital before it had even opened. As a last resort, and exasperated with Sr. Helen, Dr. Hingston called in Fr. Luke, who was the pastor at St. Michael’s Church in Mile End, to see what he could do about the situation. It was because of Fr. Luke’s intervention that fund raising and building the new hospital could proceed. Soon, the new St. Mary’s Hospital opened and it has been serving Montrealers of all faiths ever since.     

It occurs to me that at this time of the year, a time for giving and thanks, we might remember those people from the past who made our present lives possible. Fr. Luke Callaghan, who is also my great great uncle, helped pay forward the gift of St. Mary’s Hospital. This hospital saved my wife’s life ten years ago; my two grandsons were born here; and the doctors, nurses, and technicians at St, Mary's gave me truly exceptional care just three years ago when I was diagnosed with cancer, they saved my life. 

I would be a terrible ingrate if I did not contribute to St. Mary’s Hospital Foundation. I think of Fr. Luke Callaghan and the words of Dr. William Hingston, “In my opinion, Luke Callaghan saved St. Mary's.” Of course, Fr. Luke probably never heard of the phrase “paying it forward” and he had no idea that his intervention to save the hospital would also help his family’s descendants ninety years later, but that’s exactly what he did; we, too, can pay forward something of what we have received. Be generous, be giving, and pay forward what we have been given for future generations.


Notes: Quotation from Dr. Hingston is from Allan Hustak's At the Heart of St. Mary's, A history of Montreal's St. Mary's Hospital Center, Vehicule Press, 2014.

I also recommend Dr. J.J. Dinan's St. Mary's Hospital, The Early Years, Optimum Publishing International, Montreal and Toronto, 1987.


Saturday, December 21, 2024

Visiting St. John the Divine Cathedral on 22 December 2009

We used to visit New York City and it wasn't a far walk from where we were staying to St. John the Divine Cathedral; here are some photographs taken on 22 December 2009.



















Wednesday, December 18, 2024

The Epic of Gilgamesh, the archaeology and healing of the soul

 



Some people think of previous ages as less civilized than the age in which they live; they think of people from the past as being different from people today, less open-minded, somehow less "civilized". However, human psychology doesn't really change, it can be modified, but it remains substantially the same in any era. People in the past dressed differently than we do, they didn't have modern appliances, their weapons of war were not as destructive as ours, some people lived in terrible poverty, but the soul of these people is not different than our soul; people from the past share our human concerns, emotions, desires, joys and fears, prejudices and insights. All of this is a prelude to saying that The Epic of Gilgamesh has an almost contemporary quality to it, in some ways Gilgamesh and his friend Enkidu are people that could be alive today, they share our emotional life, they share our psychic/soul life. 

When we first meet Gilgamesh —this epic was written 4000 years ago and Gilgamesh may have lived around 4000 years ago— Gilgamesh is living an unreflected life; he is a ruler, both arrogant and powerful. We know that other people, his contemporaries, didn't approve of some of what he did; he is the king, the supreme leader, and it is mentioned that there is some disapproval of him because he took advantage of his position in society. But life changes, and psychological and spiritual change is often caused by suffering; suffering makes us think about our life, it makes us reflect on life. And this is the experience of Gilgamesh when his friend, Enkidu, dies; this is when Gilgamesh becomes more than a character in an ancient text. 

It is suffering and his inability to deal with it that makes Gilgamesh "one of us"; what is of interest for us in Gilgamesh’ s story is his psychology, his psyche, his soul, and his response to suffering. When his friend Enkidu dies Gilgamesh experiences grief and sorrow, he knows the transience of life; he must reflect on the meaning of life when he is thrown back on himself. Gilgamesh could have anything he wanted, he lived a privileged life, but he couldn't have eternal life, he couldn't escape the transience of life, he couldn’t bring Enkidu back to life. In his grief Gilgamesh searches for meaning, and his search continues until he finds an explanation for his grief, until he finds meaning for his loss and how to deal with it.

In The Epic of Gilgamesh we are reading something that pertains to our own existence; indeed, this epic is a four thousand year old version of aspects of our own journey to a meaningful life. The subject of The Epic of Gilgamesh is the archaeology and healing of the soul.

 

30 March 2023; edited, November 2024; 19, 20 December 2024.


Sunday, December 15, 2024

The Epic of Gilgamesh, four translations

I first heard of The Epic of Gilgamesh when I was reading the poetry of Gregory Corso, Corso mentions Gilgamesh in some of his work. Years later, out of curiosity, I began reading The Epic of Gilgamesh for myself; here are the four translations that I've read over the last four or five years; all have something to offer —a different insight into Gilgamesh— and all are worth reading and a good introduction to The Epic of Gilgamesh.


Gilgamesh, a verse narrative
Translator: Herbert Mason
New American Library, Inc, New York: 1970




The Epic of Gilgamesh
Translator: N.K. Sandars
Penguin Books, Ltd
Harmondsworth, 1972




Gilgamesh, a new English version
Translator: Stephen Mitchell
New York, Free Press, 2004




The Epic of Gilgamesh
Translator: Andrew George
Penguin Books, 2000

Friday, December 13, 2024

‘Some say horsemen, some say warriors’ by Sappho

 



Some say horsemen, some say warriors,

Some say a fleet of ships is the loveliest

Vision in this dark world, but I say it’s

What you love.

It’s easy to make this clear to everyone,

Since Helen, she who outshone

All others in beauty, left

A fine husband,

And headed for Troy

Without a thought for

Her daughter, her dear parents…

Led astray…

And I recall Anaktoria, whose sweet step

Or that flicker of light on her face,

I’d rather see than Lydian chariots

Or the armed ranks of the hoplites.


Wednesday, December 11, 2024

“A Day in the Life” by The Beatles

 



I read the news today, oh boyAbout a lucky man who made the gradeAnd though the news was rather sadWell, I just had to laughI saw the photograph
He blew his mind out in a carHe didn't notice that the lights had changedA crowd of people stood and staredThey'd seen his face beforeNobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords
I saw a film today, oh boyThe English Army had just won the warA crowd of people turned awayBut I just had to lookHaving read the bookI'd love to turn you on
Woke up, fell out of bedDragged a comb across my headFound my way downstairs and drank a cupAnd looking up, I noticed I was lateFound my coat and grabbed my hatMade the bus in seconds flatFound my way upstairs and had a smokeAnd somebody spoke and I went into a dream
I read the news today, oh boyFour thousand holes in Blackburn, LancashireAnd though the holes were rather smallThey had to count them allNow they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert HallI'd love to turn you on

Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul McCartney
A Day in the Life lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Monday, December 9, 2024

"Tulips" by Sylvia Plath

 


The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses
And my history to the anaesthetist and my body to surgeons.

They have propped my head between the pillow and the sheet-cuff
Like an eye between two white lids that will not shut.
Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in.
The nurses pass and pass, they are no trouble,
They pass the way gulls pass inland in their white caps,
Doing things with their hands, one just the same as another,
So it is impossible to tell how many there are.

My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water
Tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently.
They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep.
Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage ——
My patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox,
My husband and child smiling out of the family photo;
Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.

I have let things slip, a thirty-year-old cargo boat
Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.
They have swabbed me clear of my loving associations.
Scared and bare on the green plastic-pillowed trolley
I watched my teaset, my bureaus of linen, my books
Sink out of sight, and the water went over my head.
I am a nun now, I have never been so pure.

I didn't want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free ——
The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,
And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets.
It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them
Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet.

The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.
Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe
Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby.
Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.
They are subtle: they seem to float, though they weigh me down,
Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their colour,
A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.

Nobody watched me before, now I am watched.
The tulips turn to me, and the window behind me
Where once a day the light slowly widens and slowly thins,
And I see myself, flat, ridiculous, a cut-paper shadow
Between the eye of the sun and the eyes of the tulips,
And I have no face, I have wanted to efface myself.
The vivid tulips eat my oxygen.

Before they came the air was calm enough,
Coming and going, breath by breath, without any fuss.
Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise.
Now the air snags and eddies round them the way a river
Snags and eddies round a sunken rust-red engine.
They concentrate my attention, that was happy
Playing and resting without committing itself.

The walls, also, seem to be warming themselves.
The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;
They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat,
And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes
Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
The water I taste is warm and salty, like the sea,
And comes from a country far away as health.

Sunday, December 8, 2024

Thursday, December 5, 2024

"Fire Insurance, an index to prosperity", by T.L. Morrisey

 

Upper and lower photographs are of T.L. Morrisey's office at 260 St. James Street;
Notman photograph, McCord Museum, 1894


This essay by T.L. Morrisey is taken from:

Canada's Future, What She Offers After the War

A Symposium of Official Opinions

Edited By E. A. Victor

Copyright Canada, 1916

Published by:

The MacMillan Co. of Canada, Ltd

Toronto, MacMillan and Co., Limited


Thomas Louis Morrisey, around 1917


By T. L. Morrisey


Author's biography: Thomas Louis Morrisey: born I860; president, All Canada
Fire Insurance Federation: past-president, Montreal Insurance Institute; past-president, Canadian Fire Underwriters Association. One of the leaders in the insurance world. He is the father of T.S. Morrisey and the Beaver Hall artist, Darrell Morrisey.

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It would, indeed, be difficult to find a truer index to the material growth of Canada than the steady increase in the volume of fire insurance reported to the Department of Finance at Ottawa.

Insurance on property presupposes property; therefore, the amount at risk held by the fire insurance companies operating within the territory may be taken as a reasonably safe guide in estimating the wealth of the community.

The Dominion of Canada came into being in the year 1867, and although the Fathers of Confederation overlooked specifically mentioning insurance as coming within the pur¬ view of the legislative powers of Parliament, nevertheless, the legislators of that day, sitting at Ottawa, appear to have had little doubt on the subject, since one of their earliest acts— Act 31, Vic., Cap. 48—related to insurance.

The first return to Parliament, under this Act, was presented at the second session of the first Parliament, covering the year 1868.

A perusal of this report now, in the light of later developments, proves very interesting reading.

The total amount of fire insurance in force on December 31st, 1868, was $203,653,894, a sum, no doubt, considered by our sturdy forebears not to be despised. Possibly when we picture to ourselves what Canada was then—four provinces not yet connected up; the conditions of life, simple, as com¬ pared with the complex social existence of to-day, the then chief sources of wealth being the four basic industries, agriculture, fishing, mining, and lumbering, the latter including the cognate industry, wooden shipbuilding—the great indus¬ trial development that has since taken place being still hidden m the womb of the future—we, too, can perceive why the modest figures of 1868, taken as an earnest of what was to come, amply justified the satisfaction of our forefathers.

The gradual expansion, and industrial development, of the country is reflected in the returns for succeeding years.

For the purpose of comparison, the amount at risk as at 31st December, 1868, and the corresponding figures for 1874, and at each quinquennium thereafter, are here given. These figures speak more eloquently than words:—

1868.$203,653,894

1874.$321,132,413

1879. $407,357,985

1884.$605,507,789

1889.$694,538,378

1894. $836,067,202

1904. $1,215,013,931

1909.$1,863,276,504

l914.$3,456,019,009

The population of Canada in 1868 was probably around 3,250,000 (census, 1871, 3,485,761). To-day it is, roughly, 8,000,000 (census, 1911, 7,206,643). Thus, while the popula¬tion has increased less than two and a half times, the fire insurance on property, as reported to the department at Ottawa, increased seventeen times.

It must be borne in mind that the figures quoted, being merely for the purpose of comparison, are, of necessity, limited to the amount carried by companies licensed by the Dominion Government, since no others are available for the earlier period. The control of insurance, unlike banking, has never been assumed solely by the Dominion. The provinces have also granted charters and licensed companies to carry on the business of insurance within their respective borders, and the volume of business so written by such companies, as com¬ piled from latest available reports (Ontario, 1913) reaches the very respectable total of $753,078,617.

This is not all. Under the Insurance Act of Canada, paradosical as it may seem, insurance with unlicensed com¬ panies—having no legal status in the country—is permitted; persons placing insurance with such companies are merely required to make a return of same to the superintendent of insurance.

The insurance placed with unlicensed companies, as re¬ ported for 1914, amounted to $219,743,335, which, while a sensible reduction from that reported for the preceding year, is still considerably in excess of the amount at risk of all companies in 1868.

Taking the amounts for the three classes of companies, we find:—

Dominion companies. $3,456,019,009

Provincial companies .  $753,078,617

Unlicensed companies.  $219,843,335

Grand total .  $4,428,840,961

Here we have a rough-and-ready method of arriving at the value of all our buildings, and movable property; dwellings and their contents; churches, schools, colleges; warehouses and stocks of merchandise; factories and machinery; farm buildings, implements, and live stock; grain and lumber; steamboats plying on inland waters; railway property, other than right-of-way; in short, property in every conceivable form liable to destruction by fire.

Having regard to the uninsured property, and property, though insured, under-insured, a fair estimate would be to place the insurance carried at 50 per cent, of the actual value, which would yield a sum of $8,857,681,922, or well over $1,000, for every man, woman, and child in the country.

The people of Canada are, likewise, forehanded; they have money in the bank, the amount standing to their credit in savings account as at 31st July, 1915, being no less than $683,761,432. They carry life insurance to the extent of $1,216,955,432, upon which they paid premiums (1914) of $41,129,724.

Our wealth does not stop here. We have thirty thousand miles of railway; highways and bridges; municipal improvements, such as pavements, water, sewerage, and lighting systems, all contributing to the comforts of modern life. Our interest in these may be only an equity, as the bondholders, and m the position of mortagagees, but the benefits accrue to us.

 Our wealth does not stop here. We have thirty thousand miles of railway; highways and bridges; municipal improvements, such as pavements, water, sewerage, and lighting systems, all contributing to the comforts of modern life. Our interest in these may be only an equity, as the bondholders stand in the position of mortagagees, but the benefits accrue to us.

 Then, to cap all, we have a very nice little parcel of real estate, its "metes and bounds" being as follows: on the north, the Arctic ; on the east, the Atlantic ; on the south, the 49th parallel of latitude ; and on the west, the Pacific, comprising, in all, three and three-quarter million square miles, more or less, some of which has sold as high as $128 per square foot.

 Upon this estate is to be found a great diversity of natural resources: coal in abundance, east and west; minerals, base and precious ; orchard and argicultural lands suitable for all kinds of farming and producing the finest wheat in the world; the largest forest reserves; fur-bearing animals; shores teeming with fish; rivers and lakes navigable to the heart of the continent ; rivers not navigable, but possessing value as water-power, or hydro-electric, estimated at 20,000,000 horsepower, of which not 10 per cent, has been developed.

 Climate is sometimes urged against us, but even this has its compensations; for, if it is cold in winter, may we not reckon amongst our most valued assets the longest hours of sunshine in summer? Old Sol, with an utter disregard of labour union maxims, does not hesitate to work overtime in the ripening of our crops.

 To the climate may we not also attribute, in no small degree, the most valued asset of all the strong, hardy, self-reliant, virile race engaged in the world task of building a nation on this northern half of the North American continent ?

The sons of Canada have proved their mettle upon every occasion that has arisen. The same spirit that prevailed in 1885, when the Rebellion in the North-West threatened their country, and again in 1899-1900, when they answered the call of Empire half way around the world to South Africa, is the spirit that asserted itself immediately the long-talked of German peril crystallized itself into German attack upon their national life. The response of Canada was quick, and befitting the proud position she occupies amongst the free and self-governing communities forming that glorious Empire which stands for everything that makes for the uplift of mankind.

In the never-to-be-forgotten April days of the eventful year, 1915, when the torture of suspense spread like a pall over the country to its remotest corner, to be followed by the thrill of pride and exultation, as the story of the glorious deeds of the Canadians at Ypres and St. Julien gradually unfolded, a nation was born! There, upon the classic battle-ground of Europe, that witnessed the military operations of the mighty Caesar and his legions, and, down through the centuries, the struggles of various peoples for mastery ! There, against the onslaughts of the greatest military organization the world has ever known, employing methods entirely novel in warfare, and, be it said to the everlasting disgrace of Germany, as despicable as novel, these new-found warriors of the twentieth century held fast, and, in the words of their illustrious commander-in-chief, "saved the situation".

 May it not well be asked, where is there another eight million people as highly favoured as this eight million, another community possessed of the same per capita wealth, potential as well as in being? Should we not justly be proud of our heritage our "place in the sun" and forever be prepared to defend it to our last dollar, and our last man ? 


Tuesday, December 3, 2024

On 03 December 2010, walking in NDG

Corner Montclair Avenue and Fielding Avenue







Caserne 46, Fire Station 46, on Somerled Avenue

St. Monica's Roman Catholic Church on Terrebonne

St. Thomas Anglican Church on Somerled