Glass Bricks
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Told in short prose, Glass Bricks tells the story of Lester’s experience working both traditional and non-traditional jobs. Sometimes raw and often humourous, Lester shares stories about learning to work, working, and moving on. Glass Bricks explores the significance of our basic human right to work in an era where the struggle to find meaningful, full-time employment is all too real.
Louella Lester
Louella Lester is a Winnipeg-based writer and amateur photographer. Her poetry, fiction, and non-fiction has appeared in journals such as, New Flash Fiction, Spelk, Reflex Fiction, Vallum, Prairie Fire, The Antigonish Review, Flash: The International Short-Short Story Magazine, at CBC News Manitoba Online, and in the anthologies, Gush: menstrual manifestos for our times, (Frontenac House, 2018), A Girl's Guide to Fly Fishing, (Reflex Press, 2020), and Wrong Way Go Back (Pure Slush, 2020).
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Glass Bricks - Louella Lester
Suck It Up
10 years old
I drag brush from the edge of the lawn, through the woods, to the top of the sand cliff above the beach. Mosquitoes cling to my ankles and toes, their venom sometimes paralyzing my skin until it’s too late for me to notice and slap them away.
Years later, I take an art-history course and the professor lectures about eighteenth-century British landscape artists and how their paintings popularized a tame, sanitized version of the wilderness. I think of my mother, expanding the lawn a foot each summer, breaking lawnmower blades on the rocks hidden in the tangled grass at the edge of the yard. She grew up on the Prairie, married into the Shield, then started her not-so-patient expansion into the bush along the shores of Lake Winnipeg. It was slowed by breastfeeding, diapers, runny noses, and heating bathwater on a wood stove. Slowed to what must have felt like the speed with which the lake tips south as the land rebounds when the weight of the melting glaciers lifts.
Mom makes up for lost time as we grow older and she is able to assign us jobs. A ten-year-old might be able to wield an axe, chop down saplings. She supervises and reigns in her workforce. She weeds out my middle sister who is better suited to indoor chores. Then she can send my oldest sister and me, who are more adept at yard work, outside on our own.
On my way back from dragging brush, I spy a gnarled spruce. The swollen sap pimples on its trunk mimic the bites dotting my legs. I don’t stop, but take note of that tempting tree, planning to return with a sharp stick to poke, pop and set sap running, once duty is done.
Frozen Eyes
Back in 1932, one of my great uncles traps two wild mink along the shores of Lake Winnipeg and attempts to breed them before he realizes they’re both male. He works that problem out and it’s the start of mink ranching in Victoria Beach, the small village where I grow up. Soon my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins are building sheds to house the animals — they become mink ranchers who supply fur for the fashion industry in Winnipeg and out east.
The mink are kept in wood and wire pens, lined up inside the long peaked-roof sheds, within the fence-enclosed ranches. Sometimes mink squeeze out between cage wires or nose open a cage door and make a run for the fence.
When I’m little, Grampa promises me a nickel for each escaped mink I’m able to catch. I hide in the tall grass along the inside of the ranch fence, waiting for a mink to try to sneak past. When one does, I grab it by the tail, run it to Grampa, holding it as far from my body as possible, to keep safe from its pee and sharp teeth. Young male mink are easiest, too heavy or lazy to reach up and nip my arm. Skinny old females are more tricky, beady eyes watching and waiting for the right moment.
I get a job at my aunt’s ranch up the hill from our house. She often babysat me and my sisters at her home when we were small. She was always kind. Knowing we didn’t have running water at home, she let us bathe in the big tub at her house. At eleven years old, I’m happy to work for her, but not always so happy to make mink feed.
We lug wooden crates of fish from the walk-in freezer that keeps the summer fish catch frozen and drop them beside my work station in the feed shed. The eyes of the fish, like the eyes in a da Vinci painting, follow my every move until I’ve fed them all, nose first, into the industrial grinder. I keep a watchful eye on my fingers as the metal auger catches, then splinters and crushes the fish. It doesn’t smell too bad until the ground fish is thrown into a cooker to break it down — if it is eaten raw, it will make the mink sick. Sometimes I almost gag from the smell as I add dry cereal to the mix, then pull the handle to dump the feed into the carts which my aunt will later wrestle from shed to shed.
The squeal of cart wheels always sets the mink into a frenzy that whooshes through the aisle of each shed. Claws gripping wire, heads circling, the dizzy mink wait for the feed my aunt scoops out of the cart with an over-sized spoon, then plops onto the wire top of each cage.
The ranch smells of rotten leftover fish, mink piss and the shit piles that build up underneath the pens. In the spring, flies lay eggs that hatch into squirming white maggots. In whelping season, this stench is mixed with the scent of hay packed in the wood nesting boxes at the front of the cages. But during this, my favourite season, I hardly notice the smells as I’m busy peeking into the boxes to count the number of squirming baby mink.
During the late-fall pelting season (my least favourite season) the village of Victoria Beach stinks of dead and dying mink. The nervous animals release a musk that’s not as strong as skunk, but still unpleasant and the pungent odour cloaks the village like guilt. Ranch workers wear tough leather