In this gallery are newspaper clippings from my mother’s scrapbooks. Their dates are from the 1940s on. They are about family and our towns as well as random people and events that struck her. And, of the many clippings in her scrapbooks, these are the ones that also particularly struck me.
Hover over an image to see its caption. To see a particular article, click or tap it. After doing that, you can click the small magnifying glass under the image title for a larger view. I will add more as I scan them, so check back.
Belmont Clubs, late 1940s
Oddfellows photo with my dad George Anger, granddad Austin Anger and uncle Wallace Jackson. The Mary Hastings’ Bluebirds (below) with my mother Ruby Anger.
Belmont Arena 1949
The parents of Jake Bradburn (top photo, left) were Flo and Wes Bradburn. A few years later, when my parents moved to the big old house at the corner of Main and Odell, Flo and Wes lived in the front apartment.
Uncle Floyd, horseradish king of Tillsonburg, was my mother’s uncle. He married Marguerite Lymburner, sister of Minnie Lymburner Burwell. They lived near Tillsonburg with their eight children.
The top clipping is from 1950 and tells the story of a young Port Burwell teacher, Mary Anne MacMath, a century earlier. The next is about the 1960 historical plaque for Col. Mahlon Burwell. Below that are stories about a faith healer in Port Burwell in 1951. I can’t find any information on the Rev. Orland Bailey but I found Harvey Vaughan’s 2013 obituary.
My mother was quick to send off a letter to the editor if need be.
Obituary for Mom’s uncle Eddie Lymburner, 1948
Miscellaneous Newspaper Clippings
In this 1951 story of Woodstock cat Herkimer, the writer mentions “the wealthy” Rhubarb. Googling told me that Rhubarb is a 1951 movie about a stray cat who hits the jackpot when he is given a home. It is based on a 1946 novel by H. Allen Smith. You can watch it on YouTube (for a fee).
Her funeral was the formal goodbye to Kylie. But after all that, late at night, David said his own goodbye at her grave. He needed to be with her. He needed to not have to be strong for his kids, to not have Gail, Audrey, Bethany, Sarah wittering around him asking if he was ok. Just cry and pour his heart out to her, lying in the ground.
The funeral and the circus that accompanied it took a lot out of him. He was a part of some of the circus. In the street while paying respects to the hearse, Todd confronted Sarah about what he had done to protect her. Finally she realized that he thought she had killed Callum and had blamed Tony only to protect her. No, she said, she hadn’t killed him. Who did then? She nodded her head toward the coffin, meaning Kylie had. But Todd looked at the person standing behind it – David.
So a big confrontation between Todd and David at the cemetery with Todd vowing he would go to the police and clear Tony’s name. He was willing to protect Sarah at the expense of his own brother’s happiness, but not David.
David feared that Todd would do what he said and turn him in. He also feared that Todd would learn that it was in fact Kylie who had done the murdering. He also wanted to keep the whole thing from his whole family, planning to sort Todd out on his own. Stress, on top of making nice at the funeral and seeing that his kids were ok. Stressful just standing by your little son’s side as he gives a eulogy for his mother. Hoping he’d be ok, hoping that the doubting family wouldn’t be proven right. They weren’t. Max did fine. His words about his mother were lovely.
Funeral Side Stories
After breathing a huge sigh of relief that all went off well, David didn’t know half of what else was happening. Sean came to the church just in time to see Billy breaking up the fight between Todd and David. Billy then held Todd back, just a little too long, a little too close, with a little too much care. Sean knew exactly what was happening and why he’d been dumped.
And Kylie’s mourners from The Dog and Gun didn’t show up at the funeral, but they did send flowers. David saw those and stomped them to shreds. Macca turned up on the street afterwards, and attacked Gemma. Craig saw, intervened and called the police. He feels his action redeemed his inaction the previous time, when Kylie was killed. Gemma warned him about the perils to him and herself about involving the police. But, in gratitude to Craig perhaps, she spoke to the officer truthfully about what happened.
The funeral was a colourful goodbye to Kylie, literally and figuratively. David did right by her in his planning of it. But now, with the public mourning done, how does he cope?
The Cuckoo’s Calling by Robert Galbraith and Devoted in Death by J. D. Robb are pen name mysteries by famous authors I’ve never read. Robert Galbraith is J. K. Rawling of Harry Potter fame and J. D. Robb is the romance writer Nora Roberts. Both books, I think, are excellent.
The Cuckoo’s Calling introduces Cormoran Strike, private investigator. He has had a recent run of bad luck in business and love. Then he gets a new case. It promises to pay well, but seems to him to be more a matter of reassuring his client than of investigating a murder. It looks like an open and shut case of a London celebrity suicide. But is it? Or is a murderer hiding in plain sight? With his office temp, Robin, he gets drawn into a sad, tangled story of fame and envy, money and family.
Despite the sadness of Cuckoo’s central story, you still feel cozy in Cormoran’s office looking out on a wet and wintry London. Despite the nastiness of some of the characters, you feel sympathy toward them.
In Devoted in Death, you never feel cozy nor inclined toward understanding the reasons for murder. You see right off the bat who dun it, and why. You then follow the action and the thinking by police lieutenant Eve Dallas and her detectives as they figure it out. The plot is grisly and twisted enough to make a good episode of Criminal Minds.
It takes place in New York City in 2061. I’m not a big science fiction fan, but this setting is ok. There are some technologies that we, to my knowledge, do not have at the present time. And that is kind of neat to think about. But it doesn’t get in the way of the story.
Some aspects of American society maybe are eternal, one being the disconnect between NYC and the ‘flyover zone’. An Arkansas deputy in the city for the first time expresses his awe: “That kicks the cow in the ass.” That line alone made the book worth reading.
The edition that I have is labelled ‘romantic suspense’. I don’t know why. There is suspense but no more ‘romance’ than in any other genre mystery. The book includes the protagonists’ lives outside the investigation, but not overwhelmingly so. The book is suspenseful, yes, but romantic, no.
In their different ways, English versus American most obviously, both books engaged me right from the start. I may now seek out books written under the authors’ real names to see how they differ. For sure I want to read more of their pen name mysteries.
Pawlooza happens this coming Saturday, August 20th from 10 to 6, at Steve Plunkett’s Fleetwood Farm on Elviage Road, near Westdel Bourne in west London. It is a huge dog party organized by ARF Ontario (Animal Rescue Foundation) in London. Admission for the day, including parking, is $10 per vehicle. Hundreds of vendors of dog stuff are there, along with specialty groups like dog sports, specific breed clubs and rescue groups.
Each group keeps the money it raises through sales and donations, and the overall funds raised go to ARF and LEADS, a special needs employment and training programme. You’ll see vendors from all over the province. There’s lots of food for both you and your dog. There are demonstrations of dog talent like agility and obedience.
Your dog can go swimming or compete in dock diving in the small lake on the property. But if, like us, you have non-swimming dogs, you can find a spot along the bank and watch Labs fling themselves off the dock into the water time after time.
Just the property itself is enough to make you want to go. The grounds are incredibly beautiful. Booths are lined up in several rows, so you can shop to your heart’s content. Then you can wander in the landscaped grounds and woods.
If you are thinking about getting a dog, there will be lots of dogs there with their rescue groups. You can talk with knowledgeable people about the characteristics of different kinds of dogs, and you can see pretty much every breed of dog walking around the grounds. You can even find out exactly what kinds of dogs created your mutt with a DNA test. If you want to get inside your dog’s head (and who doesn’t), you can visit the dog psychic’s booth.
Its date is a deliberate choice. Since 1992, the 3rd Saturday of August has been International Homeless Animals Day. The International Society of Animal Rights picked that day to focus attention on animals in need of help and a home.
So mark the calendar and have a great doggy day. Your dogs of course are welcome – it is a dog party after all. But if you want to go without a dog, you’ll still have a great time.
From my St. Thomas Dog Blog Aug. 12, 2011. Date, time and cost is from Pawlooza website for 2016.
A horse show is a great way to spend a day. Sleek horses, adorable ponies and their riders showing their skill. It’s watching beauty in motion.
Today, at Spring Brook Stables near Moncton, I held my breath while watching the ring. Yes, it was the beauty of the horses and riders and all that. But I was watching one horse in particular. Jamie, my favourite school horse, was competing. He did wonderfully.
It was possibly his first show ever. For sure, it was his first in several years. But he was so calm while waiting and in his classes you would think he had been hanging around show rings his whole life.
He and Jerry, a fellow lesson horse at Butternut Stables, went with two of the girls who ride there. Only Jerry had been at shows before. But all four looked like they were old hands at competition, and they did great.
A first, second, two third and two fifth place ribbons in total. The girls rode beautifully. They looked confident and lovely. So did the horses. I think – hope – they’ll all be back in a show ring soon.
It is fitting that Kylie died protecting her friend. Her loyalty was fierce. Her defence of those she cared about was also. She killed for Sarah’s sake, and died for Gemma’s.I didn’t see it coming. Seeing her with bloody hands clasped over her chest, I thought it was Gemma’s blood. I thought Clayton had attacked Gemma with the knife. So thank you, those who knew, for keeping online lips zipped.Her death was a powerful scene. Long, but that was okay. We needed time to think this through, to come to terms with it. I knew that actress Paula Lane was leaving but didn’t know how she was going to be written out. I didn’t like the thought of her going to jail for killing Callum, but it would mean she could return.Going to Barbados? Much better. It was nice to think of Kylie and Becky on the beach, sipping umbrella drinks. Even if Kylie and David split up, there still was a way back for them and for Paula Lane.As she lay dying, I didn’t even mind her not telling David a key point – who did it. Not once saying, by the way, Macca’s friend Clayton did this. Gemma knew, Craig saw the whole thing. It was okay that Kylie spent her last moments telling David that she loved him, loved the kids. Take all the time you need, David and Kylie, to say goodbye. This is sorted.But I forgot a key element that the writers did not:
Gemma clammed up, no way is she a grass. Craig planned to tell what he saw, but his mother stopped him. Beth is familiar with the code of survival: you saw nothing, you know nothing. The way to take care of yourself and others is by yourself, so you do not bring the authorities into what is your business.In the end, however, the old boundaries gave way, At David’s urging, Gemma agrees to help bring Clayton to justice at the hands of the state. She fears retribution from her old friends and, on principle, hates grassing them up. But Kylie died for her. Gemma has no other way to repay that.
Craig went against his mother’s advice. He wants to do right by Kylie and her kids. He believes the police are best equipped to find her killer. What he saw will help them. His conscience will not let him keep quiet.David catches Clayton, and nearly kills him. A shout from Max makes him stop, and that pause gives Clayton time to escape. Soon after, the police catch him. And Max has got a lot for a child’s mind to absorb. A violent bio-dad – murdered, a mother – murdered, a step-dad brought to the point of murder himself.
Two days to the Rio Olympics opening ceremonies, and the games of chance are still being played. The Zika virus, polluted water venues, and a bacterial risk to horses.
Glanders is a contagious fatal equine respiratory disease. Humans can contract it too. In the past few years, hundreds of Brazilian horses have been killed to stop its spread. Horse owners argued that the tests are too often inaccurate. Health officials did not want to endanger horses coming for the games. The risk of infection is still there, and riders decided to take it.
You’d expect a story like this would get a lot of coverage. It didn’t. There’s been too many other things going wrong in Brazil.
Officials of the IOC and host country will take any and all measures to ensure safety and smooth-sailing, so to speak, for the games. They can kill horses, can’t they, but they can’t kill problematic humans. They can move them however. Poor areas deemed unsightly or dangerous to visitors and tv cameras are relocated, with bulldozers usually.
National funds are used to build facilities always said to improve post-Olympics life for residents. Rarely do they. Rushed or shoddy construction, and Olympic-size facilities that are way more than what a city needs for sports and recreation.
Tracks, playing fields and pools don’t keep themselves up. They require continued expenditure of money and time. Cities around the world are littered with unused remnants of their Olympic Games. No money. The buildings may crumble quickly, but the Olympic debt doesn’t.
Reuse: A Permanent Home
It’s way past time for a permanent Olympics home. Greece, for summer games, and Switzerland, winter games, would work. Greece has the history of the ancient Olympians. Switzerland has the Alps, clock makers and an aura of neutrality. It also has the IOC headquarters. Greece, analysts and athletes have made good arguments for these sites long before I thought of them. Maybe another couple of sites as well, so there is a fallback in case of natural or political turmoil.
Pierre de Coubertin, father of the modern Olympics, believed that moving the games around would foster global understanding by letting people get to know different countries, different peoples. Good point. But it is outweighed by the cost, corruption and conflict that accompany every Olympic games.
I hope the Rio Games go well. But I hope too that we remember the frightful games of chance – natural and socio-political – that occurred in the lead-up to them. It’s time to rethink the Olympics for the long term. Not just say whew, that went better than expected, and stumble along to the next ones.
Newfoundland Mi'kmaq, family history, Coronation Street, etc.