The Canadian years, the Sasquatch lecture 5

Door San-Daniel gepubliceerd op Monday 27 October 11:37


the lecture

We had been in the Province of Saskatchewan for hours now and we got up occasionally to stretch our legs a bit, which was difficult because of the jolting of the train. Then after a while you sat down again. Too bad we were making  ​​the trip in the winter, now everything was white and you could not see the differences in the landscapes that must have been there. We just drove on forever over snowy white plains. My little sister just took it all for granted. We took them occasionally on our lap, and would tell them stories to pass the time or the endless ‘I spy with my little eye...’. ‘This,’ said my father, all of the sudden,’ is the land of Sasquatch.’ If my father had something to say, you listened. ‘You know,’ my father said, 'big foot'. We had no idea. He looked at us quizzically and within the shortest possible time my father told us about 'the abominable snowman' of the Himalaya's and the many expeditions that ever so remotely had managed to catch a glance of the strange creature and he spoke about a similar creature that existed here in this very  province and at times showed itself. The place we were now rumbling through; Saskatchewan.

The others listened without any criticism and full of interest. I now understand that I was in more aspects than I should like to admit, like my father. I was just kind of more reflexive than the others. ’What do you make of it,’ I asked him? He smiled with thin lips his typical reserved smile. That's a good question, he said. We both understood that there is a difference between the messenger of knowledge and what the messenger believes himself. ‘It does not really matter,’ he said, that is only one opinion. However, I insisted again, which made him smile. ‘I think,’ he said, ‘like with flying saucers, there are people who abuse situations that do exist and for whatever reason seek attention, they are thrill seekers and they falsify data.’ ‘That's very unfortunate,’ my father said thoughtfully. ‘If that is unmasked, it casts a slur on possible real observations and everything, even the inexplicable, is wiped off the table.’


‘Yes,’ I persevered,’ I understand that, so what do you think of the Sasquatch or the Abominable Snowman of Himalaya's’? It seemed like we were the only ones there talking. ‘What I find is composed of a number of facets,’ my father said.’ I always found’, he continued, ‘the abominable snowman’ an ill chosen name because as far as we know  the "abominable snowman of Himalaya's," has never hurt anyone. So what makes him so 'terrible'? 'The fear of people in general, of the unknown. You see something great, a something that should not be there because a well-equipped expedition had already been struggling to stay alive and you project your fear. You see everything out of proportion, even bigger than it already was. Then you soon come into King Kong thinking. In reality, the snowman shows escapism. He does not attack but runs off.’ ‘But do you think that the Yeti exists,’ I asked? ‘Yes,’ my father answered simply.’ I do not see why not. There have been, statistically, many observations, there ought to be a few authentic observations amongst those..’

When I look back over the years, this was one of the finest talks with my father. One of the few times that he shared his opinion. The only time, he made me a partaker of his mind. It was as if we both sharing opinions in a vacuum, while the world stood still. A philosophical friend of mine, later in my life, called such moments ‘a meeting of the minds' and I understand perfectly well now what he meant by that. Now, 48 years later, that conversation seems to still exist and  to be taking place in a different time and space, a frozen moment.’ And the Sasquatch,’ I asked? ‘What do you think,’ he asked? I shrugged my shoulders a bit, ‘the Himalaya's are still very far from here.’ ‘What you mean to say,’ my father clarified my own thinking, ‘is that you can not understand, that the two creatures that seem to be of the same essence can occur unnoticed in separate areas, seperate parts of the world.’ ‘Yes,  that is what I wanted to say,’ I agreed. ‘I also think that it is one and the same creature, or at least it has kinship,’ he said. The distance is not too far,’ he continued, ‘it only seems that way. The Sasquatch was seen for the first time in North America in this area, Saskatchewan, sighted by people who had never heard about the terrible snowman of Himalaya's, otherwise they would have called it the North American Snowman.’

‘You know there is a bit of water between the Soviet Union and North America, the Strait of Bering. It is a narrow, narrow water passage, between Asia and North America. I know from talking to our murdered Uncle John, who was of course a geologist, that the street of Bering fell dry about 100 000 years ago, or had such a low water level that people and animals could cross from Siberia to Alaska on foot, which explains the mammoths in North America, but the roots of the Indian tribes as well. Siberian Russia is Asia, I do not see why the Snowman which has only been observed in Asia in the Himalaya's could not have crossed, like the early Indian tribes and mammoths, into Saskatchewan, coming form the North West territories, say Alaska.’


‘The USSR is there so close to Alask, that if the Russians ever  come you can,  to expect them attacking us from that side.’

It was the typical 60’s fear ’ the Russians are coming... the Russians are coming..’. Later in my life that feeling  was reinforced by a drill sergeant barking to the new conscripts ‘Alright Men, remember when the enemy comes, the Russians!!!.. then do not expect any mercy .. because they are different from what we are.’ That phobia would last for years. ‘Look’, my father said, ‘it's not for nothing that Canada, has leased out Alaska to the Americans Now they can protect us from the Russians if they want to cross over’. He chuckled to himself, ‘even though they do regret it now’.

‘Why,’asked my brother who now mingled in the conversation? ‘Because now oil has been struck in Alaska and it is one of the few sites in the world where Uranium 235 is found, which is useful if you want to manufacture nuclear weapons.’ ‘Well father’, my mother said, ‘that is enough of a lecture for now, I could do with a coffee, and it is about time to tell the children how we arranged our arrival in Alberta.’ Thus, a parsimonious temper of my father full of assumptions, which later were proven correct by the test of time, was killed by lack of coffee. Years later, by advancing scientific developments my father’s assumptions became general knowledge. Research showed that American Indians were indeed related to Siberian tribes, confirmed by genetic testing, We went to the dining car to find out what was lying in wait for us.

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