Out migration of youth is not a real crisis on PEI. Islanders have left the Province for more than 100 years looking for adventure and their fortune. PEI is just too small and limited in resources to support all its sons and daughters.
In 1891 the population of PEI was a surprising 109,000, not far off from today’s 139,000. A downturn in the economy and natural resources reduced the population to 88,000 by the late 1920’s. The population has been climbing in fits and starts since then.
Most of my friends from the 50’s and 60’s in rural PEI are long gone to jobs in other provinces and the States. Everyone has relatives in the Boston States or Ontario. When I came back in 1975, I remember another out-migration to the west for jobs in ‘78. It happened again in 1983 during the recession and so on.
I have 5 children, only one is left on PEI. Will is in the high tech sector: he left here and tripled his income in no time. Laura went to law school away and stayed for a job in Toronto. She needs the income to pay off her student loan. Gabe and Allison have lived in Ontario for so long; I doubt they could contemplate living on PEI.
Except for government jobs and a few well paying jobs in the aerospace, IT, or manufacturers like DCL, there just isn’t the market on PEI for good paying jobs for young people. So they leave which is what they’ve been doing for 100 years. Some people come back but most don’t. Otherwise our population would be 500,000 by now.
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Caption: Kerrie, Joel, Natalie, Hannah, Edith Larkin, photo by Jessica.
(I blogged this picture right from Flickr which is cool.)
I worked on my new song last night and tightened up the lyrics. I also changed it from a folk broadside to a blues. It’s longish for a blues song but it works and is definately more interesting to listen to, the dynamics work better and the hooks are more evident.
The whole song is published at my other blog. Check it out. I’ll do it again at Baba’s next week.
I was out at National Music yesterday. Dennis showed me a new Breedlove accoustic. Gorgeous and a nice sound. Mmmm.
The sign of a mature person, they say, is the ability to delay gratification. Maybe but the delays are getting on my nerves.
I got a new guitar at Christmas, a nylon string, classical style guitar with synth access. The purpose: to record songs from the guitar into my computer for notation. Good story eh? So I get the guitar then I have to order a synth/midi controller. It comes but they forgot the cable to connect the guitar. Its a weird 13 pin cable. That’s OK another week to wait and then the guitar breaks a string last night.
Today was the day to Press Release my Privacy Complaint against the Disability Support Program. So I had to get up early, duffy up the press release and start calling people. Yikes right out of the blue, they want to do an interview. So that’s how my morning went, media all the way. Somewhere in there I did a blog.
By 1 PM things are quieting down and I nip over to National Music to see Dennis and get some strings. Oops, there’s the phone. Rush back home and more media contacts.
It’s soon supper and then more blogging. I had some interesting contacts with public officials which I didn’t want to lose.
What to do? What to do? Skip string change, grab another guitar and Deeter and play guitar. Right after I post this. Deeter is screeming in my ear. Guess he wants me to play something too.