Mary MacEwan's Memories of Johnny MacEwan. My Daddy was a logger up in Prince George everyone called them rednecks then redneck logger to his four children he used to say: there are mean times ahead do your homework we would pout, complain, whine in vain he made us study forced us to get an education he didn't live to see his way of life denied denigrated by people who have mistaken the enemy blaming the workers instead of the money-junkies with their dividend tax credits and offshore investments who control it all from behind the scenes like marionettes I miss those old days suppertime, Saturday night, pay-day hockey night in Canada kitchen windows all steamed up from supper cooking on the stove days when I used to think everything would be fine Daddy home from work bearded, beaming at his family snapping his red suspenders chewing Copenhagen snoose tired, triumphant he would put his pay-cheque on the table and say to my mother for you my darlin' everything I have all for you.