Canadian Democracy Threatened

Our Member of parliament in this riding of Huron-Bruce is Mr. Ben Lobb, a member of the Conservative Party of Canada. Ben is running for re-election in the big event which takes place May 2, 2011.

I like Ben. I've met him several times, and each time he has been doing something or presenting something which is good for this area, and he speaks well and sincerely about the meaning of the task he is performing. A couple of times Ben has gone to bat for the Huron County organization when the government of which he is a part has been doing something which is clearly harmful to the good efforts of our County. He has been successful in one of these attempts, which is no small achievement for  a rookie MP.

Every time I see Ben, and even when I see his campaign signs - hundreds of them - I feel sad. I am sad that this fine young man is part of this dreadful Conservative Party of Canada and the government headed by the most dangerous prime minister Canada has ever had.

I was especially sad the other day when I learned that Ben had told a lie in an interview. It was no a slip of the tongue. It was a deliberate pre-programmed lie. He said that the opposition parties had brought the government down by voting against the Conservative budget. Of course that is not true. Mr. Harper's government was found in contempt of parliament, and was defeated by a vote of no confidence. That means that the majority of the members of parliament have no confidence in the government. That situation obliges the government to resign.

Why am I so concerned about this "one small fib"? It is because this little fib is part of a culture of lies, deceptions, ethical lapses, dishonourable  actions, unparliamentary gaffs, anti-democratic ploys that have been deliberately and methodically perpetrated by Prime Minister Steven Harper and spread by members of his robotic cabinet and his faithful backbenchers. I have always respected the office of prime minister, even when I did not completely agree with his/her policies and principles. Until now!

The only political party I have ever joined was the Progressive Conservative Party of Canada. When Peter McKay sold out that party to the Reform and Alliance gangs to form the Conservative Party of Canada, and elected Harper as leader, they sent me a membership card for the new party. I tore it up right away.

There are former Progressive Conservatives in the Tory caucus, but we don;t hear much from. Peter McKay has remained in cabinet in a major post, but I suspect this is his payment for betraying his original party. However there is no vestige of the values and principles that drew me to the PC party in the past.

The big lie, unfortunately. seems to have worked for Harper, although I am sure that a large part of the creidit for the last minute surge in the NDP camp is the result of people deciding they have had enough of Stevie's lies.

My new motto "ANYBODY BUT HARPER".

Memories of Blyth Fire Brigade

Memories of Blyth’s Fire Department

By Brock Vodden

The Blyth Fire Brigade has always been an important part of our community. This is as true today as it was in earlier days; however, the social aspects of their roles have changed to fit the times.

I’d like to share a few memories and impressions I have of the brigade when I was growing up in the 1930s and 1940s.

I mention both “memories” and “impressions” to distinguish between accurate recollections and childhood impressions of what went on in those days.

THE FIREMEN’S DANCE

The dominant memory I have is that of the annual Firemen’s Dance. It seems to me that almost everyone in the community came out to this event – and not just the adults – it was an event for men women and children of all ages. There were no babysitters in this era. No one left their children at home with babysitters. Young people of babysitting age, would have been at the dance; they would not think of missing that dance!

The babes came to the dance, too. The event always took place in the winter time. Winter coats, all of them, were piled on two long tables in the kitchen area of the lower floor of Memorial Hall. The piles of coats served as a very comfortable bed for the infants who mostly slept their way through the evening wrapped in their baby blankets.  Children who were mobile joined in the dances or played the usual children’s games as long as they could stay awake, but some of them would be deposited on the “coat bed” as well when they became victims of the late hours.

The music would be provided by one of the local orchestras playing all the familiar tunes of the era. “Watt’s Orchestra” is the main one that I recall. It consisted of Bob Watt who played the mandolin and banjo and saxophone. He also played the big sousaphone in the local brass band, and his day job was coal dealer. Mrs. Watt played the piano, and there was a violinist as well, but I can’t recall his name.

The dance styles included waltzes, schottisches, square dances, fox trot, and polka.  When I was really young, a new dance style arrived from England known as the Lambeth Walk. It was one of those dance crazes that was exclusively applied to one piece of music. In this case a piece called The Lambeth Walk.

My aunt, Jean Turvey Cook, was living with us while she attended Clinton Collegiate. She was caught up in the Lambeth Walk fad and recruited me to perform this with her. At one of the firemen’s dances the orchestra played the piece while my aunt and I performed the dance, I am sure to the delight of all present.  I can't remember any of the moves in this dance; all I can recall is the last line of the chorus: “Doin’ the Lambeth Walk! OY!” It seems to me that we shouted out the final “OY!” and at the same time threw up our hands. As the piece went on, the audience joined in the “OY”! This part of my story is more impressionistic than factual. I think I was possibly four or five years of age at the time.

The mood of these events was uninterruptedly happy. Everyone seemed to be absolutely delighted to be there and to be in the company of all the others, and to be listening to that very familiar music, and to perform all those familiar dances. Even a young kid could sense that atmosphere.  There was no need for security. We were just one big happy, friendly community family.

I think the lunch that was always provided by the firemen (or perhaps by their wives, to be exact) was one of the many highlights of these evenings. The quantity and quality of the food and the coffee was amazing. Lunch was announced. The members of the orchestra put down their instruments and came of their platform to join us.  We all found chairs around the four walls of the hall. There were enough chairs for everyone. Soon some pairs of firemen emerged from the kitchen with large baskets full of sandwiches. The sandwich fillings that I remember were ham (with mustard), salmon, egg salad, but there may have been others. The white bread was always very fresh – made that very day at either Hollyman’s or Vodden’s Bakery. The baskets were a type of laundry basket that I have not seen for many years. But each one held many sandwiches and the firemen made countless trips around the dance floor urging everyone to take just a few more.

A moment after the sandwiches appeared, other firemen began to deliver heavy white china coffee cups, followed by large white enamel urns of steaming hot coffee. The coffee was already doctored with rich cream and lots of sugar. We had never heard of people drinking coffee without these fixings. The coffee was made in a large copper boiler. The method: Fill one copper with cold water and place on hot stove and bring to a full boil. Place one pound of ground coffee in a cheese cloth bag and sew the bag closed. Drop the coffee bag into boiler for (I don't know how long). Add cream and sugar to the boiler to taste.

PERFECT! There has never been coffee served to large gatherings with such a wonderful aroma and flavour since those days.

After lunch, the dancing would resume until 1:00 a.m.

TRICKSTERISM

Many years after leaving Blyth, while living in Northwestern  Ontario, we made friends with a lady from that area who had spent some time in Huron County when she was quite young. She was a pleasant and intelligent woman, but she did not have a keen sense of humour. She had developed what one might call a “mixed” impression of Huron County people – particularly the men. It seemed to her that men of this area were constantly playing very cruel and demeaning practical jokes on each other.

I was surprised at first to hear of this sort of general condemnation of Huronites. But on reflection, I realized that there was certain validity to that reputation. Not everyone in this county performed these jokes, but I had a sizeable collection of stories about such antics. I suppose I had always assumed that people from other counties enjoyed the same sport.

One of the practical jokes in my collection took place at a weekly fire brigade meeting.

Just a brief background to set the scene.

Bill Morritt had served as secretary for the fire brigade for several years. Never one to stand on ceremony, each time he read the minutes of the last meeting he would end with something like “Old Bill, Secretary.” When Bill decided to withdraw from that job, a new member was elected as secretary. He was one of the local pharmacists, Earl Willows. Earl took his new post quite seriously. At the conclusion of his reading of the minutes, he intoned the following in a very officious voice: “E.H. Willows. Secretary”.  Just one more detail. Earl was an avid cigarette smoker except when in his pharmacy, but he had a habit of leaving the fag in his lips long after it had expired.

On one occasion, the fire meeting was taking place in the Morritt implement shop close to Memorial Hall. When Earl began reading the minutes, Bill Morritt slipped into the next room and retrieved a very large iron bar and then tiptoed back into the meeting room close behind Earl.

When Earl closed the minutes with “E.H. Willows. Secretary”, Bill dropped the iron bar with a resounding crash, Earl dropped his minute book and swallowed the remains of his dead cigarette.

A funny story. Amusing to all (except perhaps Earl).  A way of saying “Don’t take things or yourself too seriously”. An exclusively Huron County practical joke? I am not sure.

Santa Claus was a Fireman

When I was a pre-schooler, my parents operated a bakery in Blyth. The bakery was then located in the store across from Memorial Hall where some readers will recall the Blyth Apothecary was located, and  then Tim Saunders’ Antique Store. Behind the retail portion of the store, the north wall was covered with wooden shelves with drawers which were not used much. One Saturday morning, for no particular reason, I began opening each drawer to see what was inside. I came upon one drawer that was completely empty except for a pair of gray cloth gloves.  It must have struck me as strange because I had never seen such gloves in our place before.

That afternoon, Santa Claus came to town. He was travelling by train in those days. He was to arrive at the Grand Trunk Station on Dinsley Street. My mother took me to the station for the event. Soon the old steam engine chuffed and huffed into town from the south. The conductor opened the coach door and set out a small steel platform. Then the familiar red suit and white beard appeared. My mother picked me up so that I would be able to see St. Nick through the crowd and began to move through the crowd towards St. Nick. The Ho, Ho, Hos were coming closer. Santa was holding his large bag of toys over his shoulder, holding on tight with his hands covered with . . . .gray cloth gloves! I remarked to mother the similarity of the gloves to the ones I had seen in the drawer in the bakery.

Suddenly my mother remembered that she had something important to do back at home, and we returned to the vehicle, and that was the end of the Santa Claus visit for me.

A few years later when I had figured out the Santa Claus thing, I remembered this scene. My mother told me that she was afraid that the clue provided by the gloves would increase the chance that I would see through my father’s disguise as soon as he came really close to us. Parents in those days went to great lengths to protect the secret of Santa Claus from their young children. They were convinced that an early discovery would have a devastating effect on kids for whom the mythology was very real.

Each year, the firemen with the required shape, took this trip from Londesborough to Blyth on the GTR in a red suit. The firemen arranged a parade from the station to Memorial Hall where they gave out a bag of candies and an orange to every child in the village. My father was a fireman for several years but I was not aware of his playing the Santa Claus role again. In those days, our grocery stores seldom stocked oranges except at Christmas time. They were a very special treat.

More for the Children

The members of the fire brigade, in the course of their duties, often got an intimate view of home situations – very often the conditions under which children were living. The men were very discreet about these findings and equally discreet about the treats, toys, and other gifts that found their way into these homes following their discoveries. I have never heard or read any detailed account specific examples of these informal social welfare deeds, which indicates to me the code of secrecy at play here.

Ringing the Fire Bell

There was a white cord hanging down the front of Memorial Hall, attached to a clanger at the bottom of the bell in the tower above, with the other end neatly wrapped around a cleat anchored beside the front door of the Hall. This rope was used to activate the clanger to strike the bottom of the bell, giving a very different sound than when the clapper strikes the inside of the body of the bell. Everyone could tell when the bell was using for fire related purposes. In response to a fire, the bell was rung continuously for as long as it took for the men to arrive.

Each week, the firemen held “fire practice”. The tradition was that either the village constable or one of the firemen would ring the fire bell to call the men to the meeting. A special ring rhythm was used to call men to the practice. That rhythm was one, two, three, pause; one, two, three, pause, etc.

One evening I happened to be in the vicinity of the Hall when John Cowan, the village constable, came to ring the bell for fire practice. Imagine the delight when he asked if I would like to do the honours. He knew that there was no need for any instruction since I had lived across the street from the Hall for years and had heard the rhythm countless times. I got to call the Blyth Fire Brigade to their fire practice! What a thrill!

Our First Fire Truck

In 1941 a used fire truck was purchased. It served the village for a number of years.  It is still used in parades. I recall the day it arrived in the village. It was parked in the centre bay of Doherty Brothers White Rose garage while Gar Doherty, who was a great mechanic and also a member of the fire brigade, checked it over. Gar asked me if I’d like to sit in the seat and try out the siren. Silly question for a seven-year-old boy! I can vividly remember the thrill of turning the crank on the siren and creating all that noise.

By the way, this garage was located where the village parking lot is now at the corner of Queen and Drummond.

The Flax Yard Fire

Many years ago there was a flax mill located on the property where the Queen’s Villa Apartments now stand. One night we were awakened by the dreaded night sound of the fire bell. Looking out the back window of our house on Dinsley Street, we could see a very large glow above the roof tops of the houses behind ours. My parents and I got dressed quickly and headed out to see what was going on. It is one thing to see a building going up in flames. This was a field in flame – a very large mass of flax straw which had been piled south of the old flax mill as long as I could remember.

There was a really heavy smoke hanging in the air. Our firemen were doing the best they could to spray water on the burning areas, but the tiny stream coming from the hoses were clearly not up to the job of bringing this very broad inferno to heel.

As I recall the fire alternately smoked and flared for several days and small fire crews watched and sprayed the area through that time until the fire gave up.

I do not know if they ever discovered the actual cause of the fire, but I believe that the general consensus declared spontaneous combustion as the probable cause.

George Radford Construction Co. Fire

George Radford purchased the large building on the north west corner of King and Queen street from the estate of Dr. James Perdue, Blyth’s famous veterinarian and character. Radfords used this building for the care and maintenance of their rapidly growing construction business which involved a number of large trucks, bulldozers, and other heavy equipment.

One day I came down with the flu and had stayed home from school.  I heard the fire alarm, looked out my bedroom window and was able to see the Radford building belching black smoke with flames shooting out of the roof. This was a very serious fire which took a great deal of time to knock down.

My recollection of the cause of the fire was that while one person was operating welding equipment at one end of the building, another man at the other end was filing up a gasoline tank. The description of the scene in the building was most vivid. Very suddenly the air in the building, filled with fumes, became ignited in a flash. The burning went from a few feet above the floor up to the roof. The men working in the building were able to walk out unscathed by crouching below the fire and walking out of the building as quickly as possible.

Everything in the building was destroyed. George Radford restored the building, using as much of the original structure as possible.

When the fire was completely out and the firemen were looking over the damage, they made a shocking discovery. Two of the men had been positioned for a lengthy period of time shooting water into the building through a window on the south side of the building. Stacked below this window they discovered several cases of dynamite. They apparently were told that fire alone would not set the dynamite off without some percussion, but they were still shaken by the thought of what might have happened to them.

Conclusion

As mentioned in the opening, our fire brigade has always been an important part of our community. They volunteer to protect the community, and not only that: they have always contributed in many other ways towards the betterment of the village.  And that statement remains true to this day.

Remembering Emmer Dennis

Emmerson Dennis

Machinist and Story Teller Extraordinaire

Dennis Family Background

Thomas Alexander Dennis came to Canada from England as a child with his parents in 1845.  He arrived in McKillop Township in 1866 and lived on Concession XIII North, Lot 19 and raised a family of 4 sons and 3 daughters.

Two of the sons, Harry and John, formed a partnership and ran a threshing outfit for many years.  (A picture of their outfit may be seen in the McKillop Township history book.)  The steam engine that provided power for threshing also ran the grinder and the saw that cut wood for heating the house.

Thomas Henry (Harry)’s Family

Thos.’s son Harry, married Matilda Forbes and they had 5 sons: Ephraim Edward, called Eph., and Wilson, called Wils, and Porter Allen, called Port, and Emmerson, called Emmer, and Lloyd.

Emmer, born December 26, 1885, at Lot 15, Concession 14 south, McKillop Township, was the only boy in the family who went to high school.  He attended Brussels Continuation School.  At age 17, he headed west to join his brother, Wils, in a lumber camp in B.C.  He would go west for the winter and come back in the spring to plant his crop in McKillop.  Before returning home for good, Emmer tried his hand at homesteading in Alberta.

As the boys grew up, several of them, went west as farmers and adventurers.  One of them, of course, was Emmerson, who came home around 1920 -1922.  He had trained as a machinist in B.C. and used that trade as he made his way home.  Once there, he set up shop on the home farm.  During the summer, he worked at home and with neighbouring farmers.  In the winter he did lathe work and repaired local machinery.  He was likely inventing things as he did in later life.

Mrs. Dennis was always urging the 5 boys to marry.  With a household of men, she longed for a female family member or two.  The family still has a letter that she wrote to Wils telling him that she had spent $25.00 (a huge amount at that time) for a dress for his wedding which never did occur.  Perhaps she wore it to other weddings.

Emmer was always a great tease and loved to tell yarns and play tricks.  While out west he had a picture postcard made of himself standing with a young woman and a baby, which he sent home.  Of course he had neither wife nor baby at that time.

Around 1934 a widow, Barbara Shultz, took the job as hired girl on the home farm in McKillop, and helped keep the household running.

One morning in April of 1937, to the family’s surprise, neither Emmer nor Barb were there.  Perhaps they left a note saying they had gone to be married.

Emmer Dennis, Blyth, Ontario

The newly weds made their home on Drummond Street in Blyth where Emmer had a machine shop.  He sharpened lawn mowers, better than anyone else, I am told.  He made parts for machinery, repaired and built guns, and worked with Russell Dougherty who had been a neighbour in McKillop, to make machinery for his turnip plant.  In the 1930s, Russell started the turnip waxing plant in his garage on Queen Street in Blyth, thus giving work to 5 men.  Emmer helped Russell make his dream and plans for a precision turnip seeder a reality.  Emmer would have been the only man in Blyth at the time with the technical skills, the necessary equipment,  and experience to do such a job.  He had learned the trade of machinist in B.C. many years before.  Both Emmer and Russell were held in high regard in the village for their intelligence and kindness to others.

People of Blyth believed Emmer could fix anything, no matter how complicated.

Emmer and Barb's Home on Drummond Street, Blyth

In his shop was a large bull’s eye with bullet holes only in the centre.  Some adventuresome sort snuck around and peeked in the window and discovered the secret.  One of Emmer’s guns, aimed at the bull’s eye, was held securely in a vise.  The bull’s eye was proof of the excellence of the guns he was actually making.  The gun was held in the vise to align the sights.  His nephew recalls that he would put the gun in the vise and open the east door of his shop, outside of which, he had a target set up with a bale of hay for support.

Emmerson also made a long bow and a cross bow.  When nephews would come to visit, he would let the boys try using them.  He set up cardboard boxes behind the target to stop the arrows that missed the target.

As long as children were reasonably well behaved, Emmer would let them hang around his shop and watch as he worked and entertained them with his tall tales.  Many boys had permission from their mothers to go straight to Emmer’s after school.

One story he told was about his experience during a tornado out west.  He was carrying a plank across his shoulders when the tornado came out of nowhere, caught that plank and screwed him right into the ground.

He mesmerized children with his tales of the alligators he had “for sure” seen in the Blyth Creek to the north of his house.  He even convinced them that he knew how the critters made their way there.

He had discovered native artifacts on the McMillan farm at the east end of the village of Blyth.  He often took boys there to dig.  Johnny Morritt, when 80 years old, spoke warmly of those child hood experiences.  Emmer told the boys that what they were finding proved that Indians had camped at that site by the Blyth Creek.  His own interest in the artifacts began when he was a boy and many arrow heads were discovered on the home farm. 

Emmer never owned a car and often men who were going out of town would invite him along.  His company was always entertaining.  One day Harold Vodden and his son Brock, 16, asked him to go to Kitchener.  On the way home they ate steaks at a restaurant.  At home again, he told Barb, “You should have seen the steak this young lad ate.  It was this big!”and he indicated a platter size.

To be allowed to visit the Dennises on Hallowe’en Night was a treat coveted by all Blyth children.  Barb and Emmer welcomed all visitors warmly.  If lucky, they would hear some of Emmer’s stories.  On the table would be a mound of popcorn balls.  Before the witches and hobgoblins were allowed to take one, they had to sing a song or recite a poem.  In later years, as Barb’s health declined, she was no longer able to make the famous popcorn balls but neither she nor Emmer would want to disappoint the children, so they put out saucers of freshly popped corn for each visitor.

One time, when Barb was in hospital in London, around 1949, Emmer walked up to The Standard Office where I, aged 13, worked on Saturdays.  He wanted a special card for Barb.  He asked me to write in it, a most affectionate note, which he dictated.  He had the address on a piece of paper for me to copy to the envelope.  I wondered if he couldn’t write but of course he could as he had attended Continuation School and had his machinist papers.

Barb passed away in 1964 and Emmerson Dennis in 1970.

Whenever his name is mentioned, people immediately smile as they at once recall a tall tale he told, or a trick he played, or a kindness he did.  Chuckles follow smiles and many exchanges of memories occur.

To be remembered always with a smile

is

a well-earned living memorial to the life

of

Emmerson Dennis.

This story was written after visits with Emmer’s nephew, Murray and his wife, Oline (Godkin) Dennis, at the Dennis home farm in November 2010.  They kindly shared pictures and stories to add to those we had collected earlier.

Janis (Morritt) Vodden

Repository of Blyth History                              November 18, 2010.

Mourning the Loss of Our School

The school board has issued a press release notifying us that they have a comprehensive set of plans for transitioning to the new proposed school. As each step like this moves us closer to the day that the doors of Blyth Public School will be forever closed, I have another experience of mourning.

It's a personal reaction. Mourning always is. But I am not alone. We are all asking personal questions and mourning.

Who has the right to take away our school? Why are we not represented? We mean,"really" represented! Who stands to gain from this? Why are we gaining nothing? Why are we losing totally?

We are paying the price for school board consolidation, the price of being rural, the price of having too few voices. They took us over, and now they tell us they cannot afford to serve us or represent us. All they can do is collect our taxes.

Brock Vodden

THE BIDDULPH MURDER! A Poem

A Poem composed by Blyth's dray man poet, Richard Sellars in 1880.

1. Of all the crimes that sin has done

To fill our world with pain,

That fearful murder in Biddulph

It horrors can't explain.

2. There was a family lived down there,

Who were the township's dread,

Now through the hands of cruelty,

Are numbered with the dead

3. It seems as though the people round

Of Donnelly were afraid,

And so to rid them of the earth,

This fearful murder made.

4. It happened at the midnight hour,

When Donnellys were asleep,

A mob of persons came around

Their house in blood to steep.

5. They clothed themselves all in disguise,

And with their nigger's face,

They called the Donnelly's out of bed,

To murder in that place.

6. And when they'roused them out of bed,

And one of them was shot,

Then all the reset they beat to death,

With spades and clubs they'd got.

7. When they had done this awful crime

Of horror, sin, and shame,

They went to work and burnt the house

To free themselves from blame.

8. They thought they worked a cunning scheme

Their evils to conceal,

But providence wrote our a plan

Their folly to reveal.

9. The Connors boy stopped there all night,

And with them did retire,

And there with sadness did behold

The murder and the fie.

10. The Connors boy to Whalens's went

Who lived across the road,

And there with fright and fear he ran

Their secrets to explode.

11. He was the only ray of light

On this dark scene to shine,

Because his presence filled that place

This mystery could define.

12. No doubt this gang to William's went,

And at this door did knock;

It caused their hearts to fear and quake,

At such a sudden shock.

13. For when the door was opened wide,

They then began their plot,

And when the hear John's dying cry:

"O, Will! O, Will! I'm shot!"

14. And when the cry of death was heard,

The wave of grief did roll,

When that to God poor John did pray,

"Have mercy on my soul!"

15. They waited there all robed in grief,

Until the break of day,

Then went to tell it to the rest,

Who then in ashes lay.

16 O, who can tell their feelings then,

When to their father's came,

And there with grief and sorrow saw

Them melting in the flame.

17. The Vigilance Committee there

Together often met,

So they might plan the way and time

That dreadful night to set.

18. The Vigilants they formed their plan,

Then sent their letters round,

For to foretell the people there

To keep off Donnelly's ground.

19. Or else themselves would have to share

Of what they had to give,

For by the way the Donnellys worked

They had not long to live.

20. The evidence that Whalan gave,

When Hossack did enquire,

Young Connors was the first to come

And tell about the fire.

21. The Lucanite who lived down there

To the reporter said,

"'Twould be a blessing to that place

If Donnellys all were dead!"

22. Because their ways they could not stand,

Of cruelty and spite,

Their horse, cattle, and their barns,

Were injured after night.

23. Reporter asked if others round

Were not as bad as they,

To plan and scheme and work at night,

To take their things away.

24. "No, No, siree," said Lucanite,

"No tongue their crimes can tell,

And those who did that awful deed

The township knows them well."

25. The people felt as though t'was right

For Donnellys to be killed.

For all that place for miles around

With Donnellys crimes were filled.

26. The Lucanite still did reveal

The nature of their way,

The only difference it was their shape

Between a dog and they.

27. When Mrs. Donnelly's fame was told,

For evil was inclined,

Though many acts of kindness done,

She has a wicked mind.

28. For if her sons a foe forgave

And no revenge did tell.

She often prayed that they all might

Forever burn in hell.

29. None of these murderers will be found,

For if their names appear,

Thousands in money is waiting ther

The murderers for to clear.

30. The punishment that Donnellys got

It always was too light

And so the law is most to blame

For the murders of that night.

31. And when the fire was all cooled down,

Those who in ashes lay,

Their cinder all were gathered up

To form their burying day.

32. And when their kindred gathered round,

Four in one coffin lie,

And when they came to view them there,

For grief they could not cry.

33. When Father Connelly's tale was told,

Those Donnellys did annoy,

When certain ones who wished to thresh,

Machines dare not employ.

34. For Donnelly's boys much mischief did,

When Ryan threshed his grain,

Iron and stoner in sheaves were found

To stop their work again.

35. And shortly after this was done

They took another turn,

They thought the'd pay him off at last,

So down his barn did burn.

36. The reason why this deed was done -

'Cause Donnellys got the blame

Of stealing money from Ryan,

So paid it back in flames.

37. The priest himself just summons feared,

His mind was so depressed

For fear that Donnelly, just through spite,

Would bring him to arrest.

38. Detective Phair, with all his gang,

Went to the mournful spot,

To try and find out who 'twas done

The murder and the shot.

39. At last suspicion did alight

On Carrol, their bitter foe,

And when that man they did arrest,

To London had to go.

40. And J. J. Maher, father and son,

Where Carroll did reside;

And they were put in jail to stay

Till all they had were tried.

41. John Kennedy they still pursued,

Him at McLaughlin's got;

A rifle in McLaughlin's found

Which looked as though just shot.

42. Then Patrick Ryder and his sons

They arrested for a while,

And had them placed within the jail

To await the day of trial.

43. The daughter, who lived miles away,

The only one was she;

Her heart was overwhelmed with grief

That dreadful sight to see.

44. Chief Williams letters did receive

His business for to mind,

Or else he would have to share

Of what they had combined.

45. This scene, which did our country shake

And floods of sorrow send,

And many of the Donnellys foes

Converted to a fiend.

46. A neighbor went the night before

The father to advice -

'Twas best for him to when that

So many disputes arise.

47. But this was doubtless in their scheme

The Donnellys for to tell,

For when he said he thought it would

That night in murder fell.

48. These persons now whose names appear

Are waiting to be tried,

Until that the April Assize

Their cases do decide.

49. And when the matter was decided,

Some told it with their tears,

And those who shed their tears of grief

A guilty conscience bear.

50. I now must take my leave of you,

'Tis all I have to tell;

And those who chance to read this poem

I bid you all farewell.

Courtesy of Elaine Scrimgeour Hough August 2010

BLYTH CONTINUATION SCHOOL

1928

Norman P. Garrett, Principal

The Continuation School offered students the chance to acquire a High School Graduation Certificate right here in the village of Blyth. There were three teachers, including the principal, and three classrooms, one of which was set up as a science lab.

Students wishing to go on to Grade 13 (aka Upper School) for and Honours Graduation Certificate had to attend school elsewhere. Virtually everyone from Blyth went to Clinton Collegiate. There was no transportation provided by the school boards; students could travel to Clinton and back by the London, Huron and Bruce train or by automobile, or they might board during the week with a family in Clinton.

Jan and I can identify a few of the students. Not all of the students are full time residents of Blyth. Some will be from other townships or villages who either board with local families or who commute from other areas each day.

Here are the people whom we can identify:

Back Row from the left: #2. Nora Kelly #8 Gertrude Elliott #13 Dorothy Poplestone # 14 Teacher (unidentified) #15 Principal Garrett

Middle Row from left: #1 Marcella McLean #4 Edyth Lockhart #6 Irene Cole #9 Jessie Richmond #13 Edith Beacom.

Front Row from left: #2 ____ Lyon #4 _____ Scrimgeour?

If you can identify any others, please let me know, or if I have erred in identifying, tell me that, too.

This school building was erected in 1896, replacing the former school which is now an apartment building on the east side of Queen street north.

The Continuation School was closed in 1946. That is when busing began, to take all 9 - 13 students to Clinton Collegiate Institute (CCI), now known as Central Huron Secondary School.

I will be entering other school pictures from other eras soon.

Contact me if you would like to have your own copy of this picture.

Brock Vodden

Blyth 130 Years Ago

Blyth 130 Years Ago

Browsing through our digital collection of Blyth history today, I came across our entry in a Huron County Directory for 1881, four years after the incorporation of the village.

It opens with a brief description of the village, as follows:

A flourishing village on the London, Huron and Bruce Railway, 60 miles from London. Population about 1300. It contains several stores, newspaper office, hotels, saw and grist mills, foundry, salt works, woollen mills, etc.

There are about 120 entries in the Blyth section of the directory. Directories of this type included entries by subscription; they were not intended to identify all residents. Both individuals and businesses are included in the listings along with the name of the street location. Most personal entries identify the occupation of the person, with "gentleman" indicating a retired person or "res" indicating a resident. Most individuals are male heads of family with no reference to their spouse. There are a few female entries in the case where a woman runs a business, or is a widow in which case the given name of her late husband is noted.

e.g. Coulter, Ann (wid Thomas) res Queen

The array of occupations I found especially interesting. There is a whole group of occupations which provide local services which today are uncommon in small communities and are usually provided by large corporations engaged in mass production. Included in this category are these occupations: pumpmaker, shoemaker, livery man, dray man, brickmaker, tailor, harness maker, cooper, confectioner, carriage maker, merchant tailor, stove manufacturer, teamster, furniture maker.

One entry that caught my eye right away is "Pollock, Robert J. , prop Temperance House, Queen" We know that Pollock owned and operated the Queen's Hotel which was located at the north east corner of King and Queen where the Corner Café is located in 2010. We can only speculate on why this hotel in 1881 bore the seemingly contradictory name, "Temperance". One possible explanation is that he was trying to assuage the anti alcohol faction by suggesting that his establishment allows only moderate consumption. A more likely explanation is that the local authority (village council or county council) had decided not to issue a licence to Pollock for that particular year to allow his place to serve spirits, and he may have changed the name to reflect the enforced "dryness" of the hotel.

The temperance movement in Ontario was misnamed, because their whole aim was towards total prohibition - not temperate use of alcohol. Invariably spurred on and supported by a outside activists, the locals applied pressure on authorities to keep a firm control on drinking establishments and close them on the slightest provocation. Although there were at times as many as five hotels in the village, those authorities would arbitrarily decide to issue only three licences to sell alcoholic beverages in public establishments. They also would usually allow one business to sell spirits for private consumption (medicinal purposes only?).

There is no doubt that there was a great deal of alcohol abuse in those days - even more than today. But the hotels contributed enormously to the development of communities in those early days. At various times the local hotels were the only place available for community meetings. Hoteliers encouraged business development and personally contributed much to the growth of the community. Of course the core contribution was their provision of food and lodging for visitors who brought wares, business opportunities, and commercial ideas to the village.

The lives of these hotel owners and operators were made extremely difficult by the temperance people. They never knew what the next year would have in store for them, since their business could be decimated by the loss of their licence for the next year.

The following are the hotel proprietors in 1881: Robert Brownlee, Mansion House (Westmoreland and Queen); Jonathan Emigh, Revere House (Dinsley near the GTR Station which is in 2010 the Station House B&B), William Hawkshaw, Commercial Hotel (Queen and Dinsley, now Blyth Inn), Robert Pollock, Temperance House aka Queen's Hotel, (Queen and King); David Erwin, Central Hotel, (Queen Street where the car wash now stands).

There is a reference to one of the Central Hotel's boarders, Arthur W. Nation, manager of McCosh Bros. We are not sure what business was conducted by that firm.

Thus Blyth had five hotels in 1881: Mansion, Revere, Commercial, Temperance, and Central.

The above commercial uncertainty may explain why in 1881 two erstwhile hoteliers, William Shane and John Sherritt, are shown in different fields of endeavour. Shane is listed as carpenter, and Sherritt as a shoemaker

The name of David Erwin of Central Hotel has the letters KOTM after his name. This stands for a benevolent organisation called Knights of the Maccabees.

Blyth's only newspaper at this time was called Blyth Review. Its proprietor was John T. Mitchell. listed in the directory.

We often think of these olden times as rather spartan, with no one having the money or the time to indulge in luxuries and ornament. This view is challenged by the fact that there were at least two jewellers in Blyth in 1881. The best known, and probably the most successful was Frank Metcalf, recorded in the directory as handling jewelry and fancy goods. (We also know that his shop included a telegraph office, and he was very active in a provincial organization of fruit growers). This shop was located directly across from the Memorial Hall, in the south half of Sharon's Miniature Museum (2010). The other jeweller listed is Martin Owen.

One man is listed as a fireman. This was Murdoch Campbell. He would have been responsible for the operation of the steam plant of one of the mills in Blyth whether saw mill, grist mill, or flour mill.

One photographer is listed in 1881 and she is woman, Mrs. Sarah Foy. Photographers were very important in those days before simple and compact cameras became widely used by the public.

There are two coopers listed here: John Kruse, and Fred Burnett. Kruse operated on Queen Street, but lived on Westmoreland; Burnett lived on Comb street, but might have worked for Kruse.

There are two clergymen listed in the Directory: William Birks, minister of Blyth CM Methodist Church (Queen Street, same building as used by the Christian Reform Church in 2010), and Rev. Archibald McLean of St.Andrew's Presbyterian Church (Dinsley and Mill Street)

There are many Blyth people in the building trades which is reasonable, given the fact that this period is one of rapid growth. There is a high demand for building of homes and business. The occupations of carpenters, sawyers, contractors, plasterers, bricklayers,brick makers are all represented in this directory. The demand for construction was increased by the frequency of both residential and commercial fires.

In 1881, James Huckstep is listed as a barber on Queen Street in Blyth. His shop was located in the middle unit of the Howard Block which is the building immediately north of Memorial Hall. James (Jimmy) gave me my first haircut, probably around 1936-37. I don't recall how I behaved during that operation, but if I cried, I am sure it was caused by the sight of the scissors in those shaky old hands. Jimmy died in 1941 at the age of 81.

Only one person laid claim to the cheese maker trade. I assume that he was not the only one in that business, but no one else subscribed. There probably was a cheese factory in or near the village at that time.

There were a few display ads in this section of the directory.

This is the text of Lawrence and Gracey advertisement:

Blyth Steam Cabinet Works

LAWRENCE & GRACEY

Manufacturers and dealers in

HOUSEHOLD

FURNITURE

Parlor Suites a Specialty

Undertaking attended to and funerals furnished at reasonable rates

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This blog article is an example of how much information can be gleaned from a few pages out of a book over 100 years old. While it's not likely to produce earth shattering news, it can give fascinating glimpses into the world of our ancestors, and sometimes by contrast, it illuminates aspects of our life that we take for granted.

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Majoritarianism and the Charter of Rights and Freedoms

Majoritarianism is the basis of the belief that most decisions should be based on the viewpoints and wishes of the majority of the group in question. It is a well-established principle in our political and judicial systems as well as in most of the community organizations. Motions that are approved by a majority in parliament or in the local club are adopted as policy. In the supreme and superior courts of the land and the provinces the decision of the majority of jurists wins the day.

Also in our electoral systems, the party winning the majority of seats in the parliament or the legislature forms the government.

In its purest form, majoritarianism presents some serious deficiencies in that it discriminates against the minorities in ways that Canadians increasingly find abhorrent. It is this sense of majority injustice that was a large part of the movement to adopt the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms. The charter has set Canada above most countries in the world in terms of it sense of fairness and openness for all people. The Charter specifies many classifications of rights including equality rights including freedom from discrimination based on race, religion, beliefs, national or ethnic origin, colour, sex, age, mental or physical disabilities.

The Charter spells out a broad spectrum of rights for each and everyone in Canada. At one time or another, regardless of our situation, any one of us may need that protection. But another very important purpose of the Charter is to protect minorities from the dominant majority.

There are times when the will or predilections of the majority come into conflict with minority rights. These can be very sensitive issues, but as time goes on, most of these matters become resolved.

One of the most contentious issues a few years ago was the decision to ban religious exercises and instruction in public schools. It was recognized that the students in our schools come from families with many different beliefs. To continue with Christian prayers and bible readings as well as classes in religious education in public schools discriminated against a these children.

While we still hear complaints about that change in the education system, it is broadly accepted as a necessary change in our increasingly pluralistic society. The Public School system was developed to provide education for all children regardless of their families' belief systems, and it was wrong for them to be treated like less than equal members of society.

In the United States, a federal court ordered the State of Alabama to remove a statue featuring the Ten Commandments from the rotunda of its legislature for the same reason. This is a good example of the clash of majoritarianism and the separation of church and state. CNN reported at the time that only one in five Alabamans approved of that order. The majority were in favour of the display, but the court ruled that it violated important basic constitutional principles.

I agree very strongly that government and civic organizations should not give special privileges or status to any particular religion or belief system.

Several years ago I was asked to make a presentation to a closed meeting of a county council here in Ontario. At the opening of the meeting the Warden asked everyone present to stand and recite the lord's prayer - which they did. I assume all of that county's meetings begin the same way. What is the message here? What does it say to citizens of that county who subscribe to a non Christian faith, or someone whose beliefs are non-religious? I wondered if a Muslim, Sikh, or Jewish person were elected to that County Council, would the protocol change or would the council ignore the diversity and require that person to "fit in"?

Those who object to the removal of religious symbols and rites from civic places and events often characterize the change as being anti-religious. That is not the basis for my argument, and it is certainly not consistent with the Charter. To the contrary, the Charter guards against the extending of special privilege to some religious organizations in civic matters while excluding other organizations and their members from such privileges.

We can illustrate this process by reference to a municipality. Many municipalities have had traditions in the past where a religious service is held to commemorate a certain event or to dedicate a new building or other symbol of the community. In these cases, it was common to invite a clergy person to conduct the ceremony. Usually the clergy selected would be from local churches on a rotating basis.

This is no longer acceptable practice. Local government (municipal councils) represent the entire community, people of all beliefs, not just Christian but people of other religions, and people with no religious affiliation. Just as it would be obviously prejudicial to always choose a representative of one particular church, it is equally prejudicial to always choose from a particular faith group.

The most common argument against that view is that "most people in this community are Christian"; therefore, our ceremony should be conducted by that group. Another argument looks at the other side of the equation: "Well, there are very few people who identify themselves as being of other faiths in this community." My response in each case is "All the more reason why the civic ceremony should not be conducted as a religious ceremony. The civic leaders must not give special honours to any one religion, and must not treat anyone as second class citizens based on their beliefs.

Adoption of this policy should not be seen as anti-religious as some people mistakenly assume. It is intended to offset the insensitivity of those groups who refuse to recognize the rights of those who do not share their particular set of beliefs. In fact many of the strongest supporters of governmental neutrality in religious matters are devout Christians.

The essence of this policy is not a ban on religious people. It opens up the opportunity to preside over and participate in any civic ceremony to anyone regardless of that person's faith, beliefs, or affiliations. The form, style, and content of any such ceremony should be cognizant of the homogeneity of the audience.

The whole field of human rights is seen by many as a matter of concern at the federal and provincial levels of government.

It is high time that municipalities recognize that they are equally subject to the Charter and the provincial human rights code terms.

Brock Vodden

Bert McElroy Writes Home About Vimy - 1917

Private Bert McElroy, a young man who was born and grew up in Blyth, was an ambulance driver for the Canadian Army in World War 1. Bert is seen above at the back of his ambulance.

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In 1917 he wanted to write home to the home village to tell them what has been happening in that terrible conflict. What better way to accomplish this "mass mailing" than to write to the editor of the local paper?

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The Blyth Standard at that time was owned and edited by J.H.R. Elliott. Just last week the Elliott-Nixon Insurance Agency celebrated its 100th anniversary. The following is how the letter appeared in the Blyth Standard of July 19, 1917.

The editor has pleasure in presenting to readers of the Standard, the
following letter received on Tuesday:

Mr. J.H.R. Elliott

Blyth Ontario

Dear Sir:- As some time has passed since I wrote you my last letter, I think you are nearly due for another. Well, Mr. Elliott, I have now been in France nearly seven months and during that time have seen quite a few things pulled off here. We have been pushed around pretty much all over but a change is sometimes as good as a rest over here. I guess my busiest time was after the battle of Vimy Ridge and Messines, but between times is very often slack and so consequently we get longer rests than the infantry or artillery units. I don't think I shall ever forget what we had to do after the Battle of Vimy. We were kept busy day and night dressing wounded and getting convoys of them sent down to be loaded on boat for England. During all my time in France I have never been lucky enough to run across any of the boys from near home. Lots of Ontario and Western Canada boys passed through our hands but none that I knew.

The Huron boys reinforcing the 58th Canadians are about 40 miles from me from what the wounded in the same brigade as them say. So I guess there is a very slim chance of my ever seeing them over here. The other morning I was awakened by hearing the anti-aircraft battery firing and on getting up saw them pounding away at a German taube plane. Fritz was too high up for them to hit him but it was plain the concussion of the shells was giving him trouble in the way of controlling the machine.

As I am quite a few miles back it is seldom we see an air fight but always hear the guns pounding and see the star shells at night.

I have been getting The Standard all along and always hate to be disappointed in not gettingit, as it is practically the same as getting a letter from home.

We are getting plenty to eat over here and cannot complain at all to the way of comforts. Right here I may mention the good work being done by the Blyth Girls' War Auxiliary who are so lavishly keeping the boys from Blyth supplied with good warm socks. They are a thing always useful out here, especially to those in the trenches.

Well, Mr. Elliott, I must now close trusting to still receive the Standard as before; also remember me to Mrs. Elliott and family.

Very truly yours,

No. 528700 Pte. T. A. McElroy

No. 2 Can. Stat'y Hospital

B.E. F. France

Jamie Sims - One of our Blyth Heroes

James Sims was known as "Jamie" since his father was also James and was called "Jim".

Jamie's grandfather, William Sims brought his family to Blyth around 1874 and went into business with Robert Slater. Slater built fine quality carriages, and Sims who was a blacksmith, ironed them up. Their business, Slater and Sims Carriage Works, was located where the municipal parking lot is in 2010, on the south east corner of Queen and Drummond.

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Jamie's father had a general store on Queen Street, the fifth store south of the Dinsley Street corner. Jamie worked with his father there before he enlisted in the Canadian Army for World War 2.

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When he returned from the war, severely injured, he worked for a time with Harvey McCallum, a Blyth butcher. He spent the remainder of his life in London, Ontario, but often visited Blyth. He often brought a display of many types of horseshoe his father had made while learning the blacksmith trade. Jamie showed this display many times at the huge annual Threshers' Reunion and Hobby Show at Blyth. This display can now be seen at the Huron County Museum in Goderich, Ontario.

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Jamie had a beautiful voice and served as soloist in his London church and often returned to Blyth to sing on special occasions.

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Problems related to his war injuries followed him throughout his life. He is buried in Blyth Union Cemetery with his wife, Vivian McElroy, also from Blyth.

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Jamie left us with another treasure. While resting in a hay barn in Belgium, during the war, he wrote a beautiful poem which poignantly expressed his feelings about the ravages of the conflict and the hope for a better tomorrow. Here is that Poem:

THE PLAINS OF NORMANDY

We trod the Plains of Normandy

With pack and shovel and gun.

We trod the Plains of Normandy

From dawn to the set of sun.

We know not what the darkness held

Nor the morrow would unfold

While plodding wearily along

Among the fields of gold.

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Far fertile fields of Normandy,

Made rich by man's honest toil,

Your God has blessed the sowers,

And made bounteous the soil.

But men came by in anger

With chariot, flame, and gun,

And left in trampled ruin

The work that they had done.

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Caan, that ancient city

Of William the Conqueror's fame,

Stood guard o'er the pilgrims of Normandy

As vanquished and victor came.

She stood as a war torn hero,

Rent by the strife of man.

Alone, she stood in her majesty,

As all great heroes can.

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We left that ancient city,

Brandishing high the sword,

Fighting our way to victory,

Subduing a murderous horde.

But some remained in Normandy,

Memorials 'neath the sod,

To show that with pack and shovel and gun

Those historic plains were trod.

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Oh! We who are left with a memory

Bestowed on us by God,

May we never forget the sacrifice,

Of those comrades 'neath the sod.

May we carry the torch they threw us

To win the peace on earth.

May our conscience never let us fail

To remember them for their worth.

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We trod the fields of Normandy

With pack and shovel and gun.

We trod the Plains of Normandy

From dawn to the set of sun.

We know not what the darkness held

Nor the morrow would unfold,

While plodding wearily along

Among the fields of gold.

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J. James Sims

Belgium 1944

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We thank Jamie's daughter, Linda, for giving us permission to share this poem and also for the information about her father and his family.

The Repository of Blyth History (Janis and Brock Vodden)