The Show Must Go On

Telephone Operations

Wollaston Rural telephone system had originally been owned and built by Doctor Harding, the village doctor, so that he could keep a check on his patients. Later it was purchased by Charlie Rollins and Norman Gilroy... Apparently it was housed in a little lean-to off the Rollins General store. When Dad (Howard Gunter) bought it in 1941 there were 25 phones but only 19 of them worked …. Dad was not able to buy more phones, but he could buy the parts, so he built some phones himself. The troublesome telephone line to the Ridge had pretty much fallen down in Doctor Harding's time …


Dear Hearts And Gentle People

All in the Name of Love

Picton Airport was built in the summer of 1940. Frank Sprackett of Ormsby had a dump truck and he was able to get work on this job… Although love was abundant for these two in their early years of marriage, money wasn't, so Frank borrowed two tents. They packed their gas stove, some dishes and some bedding. They also took their couch that opened up into a bed and the mattress from the big crib. Frank placed some boards on the ground beside the bed and the large mattress went on those to make a bed for Terry. At the foot of their bed, they set up a smaller crib for Donna. One tent was the bedroom and the other was the kitchen … (But soon their love was to be tested…)


Because You Asked

Divine Direction

Divine Direction: Do you believe that those who have died make contact with us here on earth? In the last few years, events in my life have led me to believe that it is probable. ..Just this week I showed the picture to another family member and made the comment that I thought Dale was making his presence known from the hallowed spot. Then I learned that Dale's father, Mackie, had spoken to his daughter and husband in a stronger way several weeks after his death …


Sunny Side Up

Another Time, Another Place

Close your eyes and picture yourself on a horse-drawn, wooden-plank sleigh covered up with a heavy buffalo robe (yes, real buffalo hide) on a frosty winter morning. Jack and Fred, the two strong, honey-coloured Clydesdales, exhale great streams of hoary crystals from their nostrils as they work in even rhythm, heedless of their passengers nestled behind. The world is quiet except for the steady clip-clopping of their hooves.


Heather's Musings & More

A Fishing Tale of a Different Kind

One thing that can alter even the most well-planned trip is the weather. Two veteran fishermen can testify to that. In early May of 1971, two friends, Conrad (known as Connie) and Tony left Pembroke, by train, about midnight, en route to Algonquin Park for a few days of fishing in the isolated area of Radiant Lake. About five o'clock in the morning the train stopped…

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