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A Scotsman Shares His Story

This article appeared in our local newspaper, the Vernon Morning Star on Wednesday, December 5, 2012. Thanks, Katherine Mortimer, Lifestyles Editor, for coming over to interview us and for an excellent article. The only correction we’d make is in the quote from me “that’s it for Scotland for me. I’m never going back.” Though I guess I did say that, I really meant that I’m never going back to Scotland to live. I was last there in 2000 and found it too expensive. Besides that, Canada is now home for me. Actually, I can’t even go out of Canada at the moment, as I no longer qualify for travel health insurance – too many health concerns. We hope that restriction can be lifted sometime in the future – time will tell. Hope you enjoy the article, we did!

A Scotsman shares his story                                                                       Okanagan's Mr Scotland and His Bonnie Lassie

By Katherine Mortimer – Vernon Morning Star

Published: December 05, 2012

 

Gayle and Ian Moore-Morrans (Okanagan’s Mr. Scotland and his Bonnie Lassie) in full regalia for a performance of song. Ian’s book, ‘From Poverty to Poverty: A Scotsman Encounters Canada, has just been published.

 

 

When Ian Moore-Morrans looks back on his childhood on the coast of Scotland, it isn’t with what could be called affection.

 

But the cold, the damp, the constant hunger and life of poverty have made for a fascinating life story, which forms the basis for the Vernon author’s memoir, From Poverty to Poverty: A Scotsman Encounters Canada.

 

Moore-Morrans sets the stage from the first chapter, The Cold and Hungry Early Years:

 

“Thinking back on my early childhood, the most miserable overall time was when it was evening, dark outside, middle of winter, clothes damp and cold from the rain, no oil for the lamp, no candles either, which meant no light of any kind in the dump we lived in, no fire to warm me a wee bit and no food.”

 

Sipping a cup of hot coffee while sitting in the cozy — and warm — Vernon home he shares with his wife, Gayle Moore-Morrans, Ian explains that he was bitten by the writing bug at the age of 60.

 

His first novel, Beyond the Phantom Battle: Mystery at Lock Ashie, was published in 2010.

 

The idea for a memoir began when, as a recent immigrant to Canada, his late wife, Mary, used to send him to the grocery store.

 

“As I was going through the checkout, my Scottish accent always gave me away and inevitably one of the girls would tell me their grandfather was Scottish but they never knew anything about him.

 

“So I told my wife I was going to write my life story so my grandchildren and two daughters would know about their roots — I think they need to know where I come from.”

 

A retired machinist, the Scottish-Canadian grew up in Campbeltown on the Kintyre Peninsula, Argyll, Scotland.

 

Ian and his brother were raised by their single mother during the Depression of the ‘30s and subsequent years of the Second World War.

 

“We had no bread winner and of course there was nothing in the way of social services in those days. I used to put cardboard in my shoes after the soles wore out.

 

“It was a pretty bleak childhood, with all of us living in the attic, just 10 feet by 10 feet, with a table, a bed and a dresser. All four of us slept in one bed: me, my brother, my mother and my grandmother.”

 

Ian has lived in various places all over Canada since emigrating from Scotland in 1965.

 

“I was doing well in Scotland by this point but I had itchy feet.

 

“I wanted to go to Australia, but an unscrupulous government agent encouraged me to select Canada and told me all of the good things about it, that there was no crime in Toronto, that you could buy a house for $200, and that there were no slums.”

 

With a job lined up for him as a machinist, Ian brought his wife and young daughters across the Atlantic only to discover the job had fallen through. Living in Ontario, he worked a series of short-term jobs, including a stint as a Wonderbread salesman.

 

“In Scotland, I had a nice council house and I wasn’t one for going to the pub and spending my money, so it was difficult to give up the life we had there.”

 

Told with honesty and plenty of humour, From Poverty to Poverty has been compared to Frank McCourt’s acclaimed memoir, Angela’s Ashes.

 

Like the late Irish author, Ian has an uncanny ability to recall conversations and specific details, from his childhood, to his time in the Royal Air Force, from raising children with Mary, to coming to Canada and the subsequent poverty in which they lived for the first few years.

 

With Gayle as his editor, Ian began working on his book a number of years ago, writing down everything he remembered.

 

“I had no outline, no notes, I just kept on writing as it came to me. It was painful at times to look back and I get emotional. The last time I went back I told my late wife, ‘that’s it for Scotland for me. I’m never going back [here to live].’”

 

Published by Friesen Press in Victoria, From Poverty to Poverty is filled with photos detailing Ian’s life, but only from a certain stage.

 

“He has no photos of his childhood, the first one was taken when he was 14 and in the Salvation Army band,” said Gayle.

 

Besides writing, Ian specializes in singing Scottish ballads while outfitted in full-kilt regalia. He and Gayle, a retired editor, sing, write, edit and relax in Vernon since moving here from Mexico in 2008.

 

In addition to his novel and memoir, Ian has also published a how-to eBook, Metal Machining Made Easy, in 2002.

 

The second volume of his memoir, Came to Canada, Eh? is now under way.

 

Ian and Gayle were both widowed when they met in 2003 in Winnipeg.

 

“When we were courting, he showed me the book, which was then just stacks of paper, rather than an actual book. And I thought it was wonderful, but he needed an editor as he wrote in a sort of ‘stream-of-consciousness’ style.”

 

They were married three months after their first meeting and Gayle, a magazine editor, took an early retirement in 2004. After selling their house, they bought a motor home and left Winnipeg to explore retirement in Mexico, eventually settling on the shores of Lake Chapala, a large community of English-speaking ex-patriots. Joining the Lake Chapala Society Writers’ Group, they met writers from around the world.

 

Returning to Canada in 2007, the couple spent a year in Penticton before moving to Vernon.

 

The public is invited to readings for From Poverty to Poverty: A Scotsman Encounters Canada at the Moore-Morrans residence, Lakepointe, #69, 6688 Tronson Rd. (just west of the airport) Dec. 13, at 2 p.m. and again at 7:30 p.m. Please RSVP to 250-275-1446 or gayleian@gmail.com. Signed books will be for sale. Since Dec. 13 is St. Lucia Day (the beginning of the Christmas season in Sweden) and Gayle’s heritage is Swedish, St. Lucia baking, some Scottish goodies, coffee and tea will be served.

 

The book is available online through Chapters, Amazon, Barnes and Noble and can be ordered through booksellers or directly from the author.

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SHARING SOME PHOTOS FROM IAN’S AUTOBIOGRAPHY, “FROM POVERTY TO POVERTY:

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(Gayle, Ian’s wife and editor here.) I decided to share some photos from Ian’s autobiography on this site. Though I wasn’t in the picture, so to speak, for any of these, it was my task to choose them from Ian’s pile of photos, scan and adjust them for the book. That was quite a feat for Ian’s photos from Egypt, of the Campbeltown Pipe Band and of his parents which were taken with the camera he purchased in Egypt. The existing photographs were just a little bigger than a large postage stamp, so it was a challenge to scan and save them to a size that could be printed in the book.  Since Canadian Remembrance Day and the USA’s Veterans’ Day has just passed, we’ve been inundated with photos of military men from the past. Ian’s are from the pre-Suez Canal crisis days in the UK and Egypt (1950-1954). He says he was in the Royal Air Force when they were “feeding them, not needing them.”

Today, November 15th,  we are giving a book reading and discussion at Vertigo Gallery in Vernon BC, as part of their weekly November series “Vertigo Voices.” Ian will be reading from his autobiography “From Poverty to Poverty: A Scotsman Encounters Canada” and we’ll be answering questions and discussing the book and the process of writing a memoir.

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Why I’m Participating in MOVEMBER

Movember is a movement I’ve joined to grow a moustache (and beard) and to raise funds for men’s health issues. To prove that I really have started on this project I’m inserting a couple of photos my wife just took – she’s named them “Fuzzy napping” and “Fuzzy awake.”

The two main men’s health issues for Movember are awareness and research regarding prostate cancer and men’s mental health. Other issues of men’s health are also covered, including non-malignant skin cancer – and that’s mainly what caused me to want to participate. I have been undergoing treatment for numerous breakouts of non-malignant skin cancer growths on my head, face, ear, nose, etc. The reason for all these cancers goes all the way back to my time as a young airman serving in the Royal Air Force in Egypt during the pre-Suez crisis time (1951-53). I’ll quote from my autobiography “From Poverty to Poverty: A Scotsman Encounters Canada” to show you the connection.

“Our camp had a very high water tower, about a 120-foot climb, ‘Yours Truly’ decided to scale it one nice sunny day with a blanket over my shoulder. I laid the blanket on the roof of the tank, stripped absolutely bare and laid down on my back to get ‘nicely tanned all over,’ or so I thought. I was young and dumb enough at that time to ignore the fact that I’m a typical ‘Celt’ with a very ruddy complexion (described as ‘fresh’ on my military papers) and so, a tan for me was next to impossible. Anyway, I laid myself down and almost immediately fell asleep. I awakened approximately two hours later, burnt to a crisp! Ah, that bloody hot Egyptian sun!!!

“Unfortunately, I couldn’t report sick to get any treatment because all military personnel were classified as ‘government property.’ As I had damaged myself in my effort to get a sun tan, I could have been put on a charge and court-martialled for damaging government property! For days I walked about with my hands holding my pants legs out from my tortured thighs– even my ‘willie’ was sun burnt! It was terrible–even going for a pee was very painful.

“(I’ll never forget that episode in my life; doubly so because it left me with a condition called ‘Solar Keritosis’ in my later years–a pre-cancerous skin condition for which I now have to have regular sessions where my doctor freezes off the lesions, mostly on my head, with liquid nitrogen. Lately, I’ve had three surgeries to remove basal cell carcinomas from my scalp, on the tip of my nose and near my eye. Ever since, I always cover myself with long sleeves and a hat when in the sun. Just a wee bit too late!)”

I’ve just made a donation towards Movember health funds and invite you to do so as well. If you wish, you can join the initiative yourself as a Mo-bro or Mo-Sista or you can donate via my Movember site. The size of your donation depends on what you can afford, every little bit helps Movember to continue funding its world class programs.  If you want to know more about what you’ll be helping to fund, you can visit http://ca.movember.com/about/funding-overview/.

Take a look at these statistics:
•    1 in 7 men will be diagnosed with prostate cancer in their lifetime
•    This year 26,500 new cases of the disease will be diagnosed
•    1 in 5 men will experience a mental illness this year

  •  I will also add a statistic: There are about 230 non-melanoma skin cancers per 100,000 population in light colored skin as opposed to approximately 3.5 per 100,000 in darkly pigmented individuals. There are approximately four basal cell carcinomas to every one squamous cell carcinoma. The incidence has more than doubled in the last 20 years.

If you’d like to help make a change to these statistics, please donate. If you wish, go to my Movember site: http://ca.movember.com/mospace/5695601.

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Book Readings in Winnipeg, May 2012

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Gayle and I traveled to our old stomping ground in Winnipeg in May. First we celebrated my 80th Birthday with most of my family – daughters, sons-in-law, grandchildren and their spouses and great-grandchildren. I presented hardcover copies of my autobiography to my daughters, Shirley and Audrey, and had a bit of a book reading for the “elder” members of the family. Audrey and Shirley were ages 8 and 10 when they emigrated with their mother, Mary, and me from Scotland to Canada. Since they had “lived” part of the story of “From Poverty to Poverty: A Scotsman Encounters Canada,” it was only fitting to dedicate the book to them as well as to my present wife and editor, Gayle.

Then, before Gayle traveled to Norway for over a month to visit her daughter and family and I remained in Winnipeg, we held a book reading at my daughter’s house.  This was a great way to reconnect with old friends that we knew from former Winnipeg days. They seemed to enjoy the readings, especially the tales I’ve entitled “Jig-a-Jig in the Desert” about the ‘invasion’ by Arab prostitutes at the water filtration camp I was supervising during my RAF days in Egypt and “More Than Slightly Sloshed” in which I recount my first encounter with “poteen” or home brew whisky made by my Irish stepfather, Bill Moorhead. The tale concludes with this paragraph: “Somehow, it seemed, my Salvation Army days were really over. To quote my mother, ‘Since ye joined the Royal Air Force, ye’ve gone tae the Devil!'”

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HOW TO HOST A BOOK READING/SIGNING WITHOUT THE AUTHOR PRESENT

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While I was laid up at my daughter’s house in Winnipeg this summer, my wife and editor, Gayle, made a whirlwind book reading tour to North Dakota and Minnesota. She visited her two sisters and did a book reading at each of their homes, to which they invited friends and other family members from the area. A longtime friend of Gayle’s from her days in Heidelberg, Germany in the late 60s, Leah Droubie, also came to the Frazee event all the way from St. Paul, Minnesota. Thanks, Leah, I’m sorry I didn’t get to meet you but have heard all about your visit. The slide show includes a photo of Gayle and Leah  displaying the two books which were featured.

If you are wondering how Gayle managed to pull off a book reading and signing without me being present, hears how: I signed a couple boxes of books before she left, leaving space for her to personalize them and also add her name as editor. I really did read from the books, though not “live.” We had recorded several videos of me reading from various parts of “From Poverty to Poverty: A Scotsman Encounters Canada” at a previous book reading in Vernon. She also showed a book trailer video that had been made for my novel, “Beyond the Phantom Battle: Mystery at Loch Ashie.” After showing the videos she then answered questions about the books.  Though this was an experiment, Gayle tells me it worked well.

At her sister Barbara’s house the first glitch was that Barb didn’t have wi-fi on her Internet. However, Gayle was able to “borrow” Barb’s neighbour’s wi-fi, bring the U-tube videos up on her iPad and then hook them up to Barb’s television. Slick!

The next day, Gayle was able to use her sister Doreen’s laptop computer to show the videos. Not quite as good as using a large TV, but adequate, as they had a smaller audience. Luckily the sales were similar, as attendees at the latter reading were buying for others who weren’t able to come. Thanks, Gayle for your efforts. I’m glad you were able to see your sisters again, visit with other friends and relatives and also have a nice boat ride on a Minnesota lake.

You’ll notice some amused reactions among a few of the guests. This was in response to the story I’ve named “More Than Slightly Sloshed” from the autobiography. It tells of my first leave home to Campbeltown after I had joined the Royal Air Force and of my first and only encounter with my Irish stepfather’s “poteen” or home-brewed whisky. Janice, we especially love your guffawing and glad Gayle could capture it for the record.