Nostalgic Trip Along Hwy 16

On Saturday we had the chore of driving along Hwy 16 to North Battleford for a funeral of a very good friend of ours. The day was very nice with a bit of rain in the forecast, however, we did not run into any at all during the drive.

As we crossed over the Borden Bridge different feelings came back to me. As the bridge was the boundary for our Telecomn area for the first 21 years of my career, I had handled numerous calls for service along the highway. As each road sign came into view I remembered calls from the location. From accidents to erratic drivers to cattle on the highway to break and enters and on and on.

It was a sad drive for us in that we were attending the memorial service for such a good friend of ours. Just thinking of the person who we were going to honour made me sad but also made me smile with thoughts of good times we had had throughout the years of knowing each other. The same with travelling the highway. I had sad thoughts about towns that no longer are even there to the horrible traffic conditions that we travelled on back in 1975 to get to our home. It was definitely not a nice drive in those days. The traffic was so thick with the highway leading into Alberta in one direction and the north of Saskatchewan in another. To say the traffic was a mess would be an understatement.

While thinking of that a fellow traveller passed me as if we were standing still. I smiled as thinking back long ago that they would have likely passed on the right hand side at the same speed. The traffic was normally so heavy it was hard for those speeding types to pass as they should so they passed on the shoulders. Even saying that, it was nothing at times to have someone passing you on the shoulder as someone was passing you on your left. The local Detachment at Radisson was one of the busiest spots in those days. That got me to remembering the members that I had known who worked out of the Detachment throughout the years. The chases that ensued, the calls they had to attend and just the nature of our work in those days. This was of course prior to the advent of cell phones, so all the phoning was done by our centre for the members in the field.

In thinking back now it is likely this working with the members to assist them in their day to day work is what gave us the bond that we had. Now with every member having their own cell and doing all their own 'extra' work, I do think that the bonds have slipped a bit between the OCC member and the member in the field. It also doesn't help with the extra workload that the OCC members have had to shoulder with the extra calls due to every citizen having a cell phone and wanting to call in everything they see. All those calls need to be answered by someone which makes less and less time that the operator can be on the radio helping out the member in the field.

And that brings a sadness to my thoughts. It is progress as all things are new and better, but something has been lost that will likely never return . . .