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CBC
20-05-2025
- General
- CBC
Retired journalist-turned-hero recounts golf course rescue
Retired journalist Glenn Payette doesn't typically find himself in the middle of a story but that all changed when he heard an unsettling noise on the site of a former St. John's golf course last Thursday. He and his wife Pam Frampton first thought the sound was coming from a goose as they strolled along Logy Bay Road. "Suddenly I went, 'No, no, hang on here,'" Payette told CBC Radio's The St. John's Morning Show. "'That sounds like somebody might be calling their dog.'" Payette made a beeline for the voice when he realized it was someone in distress. A man was in an irrigation pond at the old Bally Haly course, and he looked exhausted. Payette says he passed the man a log to latch on to as Frampton held onto Payette's legs to prevent him from falling in as well. She was on the phone with 911 all the while. "She told them, 'There's a man in the pond. He's drowning. We need help right here,'" Payette recalled. "Finally, I yelled out, 'We need the fire department right now!'... I didn't know how long I would be able to hold him," he said. Payette soon realized that this man fell into the water because he was trying to retrieve his dog, who jumped in because there was a dead dog at the bottom of the pond. The man was getting anxious, and couldn't wait for emergency responders to arrive. Finally, someone else passed by and Payette asked him for a hand. "We were able to, the two of us, pull him up and get him up so that his bum was now on the ground and he was safe," Payette said. The dog was soon rescued by police, but only after the officers slipped on the rubber — but caught their footing before another person went overboard. 'What if we hadn't been there?' The unlucky man and his dog were taken in for a checkup, says Payette, but it wasn't the last Payette saw of him. "He brought us a lovely bottle of champagne, which he didn't have to, [but] which my wife and I are going to enjoy," said Payette. It was a surreal experience for the former broadcaster. He says he's rescued the odd cat from a tree, has seen the aftermath of disastrous events, but hasn't been involved in anything of this magnitude. Reflecting on his career as a reporter, Payette said, "As an observer, you're standing back." "This was totally different. Suddenly you're in the middle of it," he added. "All of those different questions go through your mind after the fact…what if we hadn't been there?"
Winnipeg Free Press
30-04-2025
- General
- Winnipeg Free Press
Death — a summing up
Opinion At times, English painter Sir Edward Burne-Jones swung wildly between dreading the end and longing for it. Two years before his 1898 death, he developed an irregular heartbeat and worried it might kill him. He wrote to his old friend May Gaskell, saying it would be 'an easy death and a desirable one — but I love my life — and would do all I can to prolong it.' Pam Frampton photo Ornamentation on a family crypt in Lecce, Italy. If we talked about death more openly, Pam Frampton wonders, would it seem less frightening? Josceline Dimbleby, author of the intriguing family memoir May and Amy, notes that the painter changed his tune not long after, this time writing to Gaskell: 'if the scythe man came now — that mower of lives — should I mind? No, by heaven, not one bit.' How did Burne-Jones pivot so quickly between a strong desire to live and a willingness to die? How do any of us welcome death with acceptance and grace, if given the luxury (or curse) of foreknowledge? My father had a beautiful death, if there is such a thing. He was terminally ill, but his pain was managed. He knew and accepted his fate, bolstered by a strong religious faith. He died surrounded by three loving generations of his family. My husband, in contrast, died briefly on a hospital gurney right in front of me after suffering a heart attack. The urgent, high-pitched whine of the EKG as he flatlined sent a mob of doctors and nurses running. A few jolts of the paddles later, and his colour — and life — returned. The sharp shock of realizing that he could be joking one minute and dead the next, even while under watchful care, is something that haunts me. And it has only increased my fear of the scythe man. I agree with Julian Barnes (author of Nothing to Be Frightened Of) that death defines life; that our knowledge of life's finiteness is what can make it so wonderfully sweet. But it's the sheer unpredictability of death that bothers me; its sometimes utter randomness. For people whose lives are ended through terrible violence, poverty, slavery, religious, racial and political persecution or other injustices, there may be precious little sweetness to be tempered by the knowledge of death. I have always had an image of myself channelling Welsh poet Dylan Thomas: 'Do not go gentle into that good night, / Old age should burn and rave at close of day; / Rage, rage against the dying of the light.' But Thomas himself neither saw old age nor did he rage against death. He died in 1953 at the age of 39 after falling into a coma. In her book The Violet Hour: Great Writers at the End, Katie Roiphe notes that one of the poet's friends wrote to another to say that Thomas's 'body died utterly quiet.' Indeed, Roiphe observes that Thomas moved beyond an acceptance of death in the latter years of his life to embrace the idea. 'The true mystery of Thomas's last days … is how the unnatural fear and apprehension of death melts into a craving for it,' she writes. 'It seems if you are afraid or preoccupied with something for long enough, you begin to develop a feeling toward it not dissimilar to love.' This warm feeling towards death has not yet stirred in me. And I don't think my lack of religious faith is behind my apprehension. The notion of an afterlife gave me no comfort or consolation, even in those years when I did believe in it. It's the current life I want to keep attending, not the after-party. (I could be wrong about the lack of afterlife. I guess I'll have to take my chances. As Barnes quips, 'The fury of the resurrected atheist: that would be something worth seeing.') My friend Brendan died in October. While he did not run towards death with open arms, he did not fear it either. He approached it as he did life, with positivity and gratitude. He certainly wasn't tied up in any existential knots, and I was glad for him. Barnes writes that nowadays we have distanced ourselves from death and leave the messy parts to the professionals — doctors, nurses, funeral directors, urn purveyors — whereas years ago it was a more hands-on process, with people dying and being waked and prepared for burial at home. Perhaps that's why we don't talk about it easily now, except in hushed tones. There are layers of veneer between it and our ordinary lives. During Elections Get campaign news, insight, analysis and commentary delivered to your inbox during Canada's 2025 election. Yet each one of us is bound for that destination. I like Roiphe's summing up: 'I don't believe that you can learn how to die, or gain wisdom, or prepare,' she writes, 'but I do think you can look at a death and be less afraid.' Email pamelajframpton@ X: pam_frampton Bluesky: @ Pam Frampton Pam Frampton is a columnist for the Free Press. She has worked in print media since 1990 and has been offering up her opinions for more than 20 years. 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