This past week Jennifer of Nunablog posted some thoughts on "The Plane". An excellent post on what most of us think about the arrival of the plane.
It reminded me about a conversation I had shortly after I got here. I was talking to a person from Arctic Bay, and I was all excited because it was mail day. Back when we had jet service here, the plane, and thus the mail arrived two times a week.
As I went on and on about looking forward to getting mail the person said to me "You know Clare, it wasn’t that long ago when mail arrived here once a year, by ship. There would be times when people who had left on the ship for medical treatment down south would pass away, and word wouldn’t come for a year." Yeah, twice a week doesn’t seem that bad then. Especially these days when you can get instant email, complete with file transfers, chatting and the rest.
I’ve decided I don’t mind the relative dearth of planes so much. It’s the thought of paying almost $5000 to fly south in one that irks me.
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Imagine trying to fly from Ottawa to Arctic Bay with 4 people, ouch thats’ both arms and legs.
ahhhhh,,,,THE MEMORIES!!!
Plane day = FRESH FOOD…mail day = NEW CATOLOGUES…
VERY EXCITING TIMES!!! LOL