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. Of the many clippings in her scrapbooks, these are the ones that also particularly struck me.
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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.
The Odd Fellows installing team for district 16, incluing Aylmer, Harrietsville, Springfield, Belmont and Glenworth are all members of Victory Lodge No. 465 in Belmont. Back row, left to right: George Anger, Harvey Smith, Gordon Manners, Gordon Petit, Bill Anger, Laurel Ashford; middle row: Charlie Manners, Hiram Jenkins, Wallace Jackson, Henry Legg, DDGM; Earl Growberg, Ralph Stover, Thurman Legg; front row: Don Jenkins, John Taylor, Austin Anger, Ed Coventry, Joe Leslie, Neil McMillan, John Betterley. (photo by Mudge).
(Top) The Belmont “Bluebirds” group of Mary Hastings held their annual picnic on the Community Centre grounds at Belmont. Guests at this picnic were the children from the London Protestant Orphans’ Home. Here the children are seen with Mrs. Vera Clark, home supervisor, Mrs. Laurence Green, matron, and Mrs. Don Legg and Mrs. Hugh Duncan, of Belmont, on the left. Mrs. Clarence Johnson, club president, and Mrs. Tillie Dixon, right. (Left) The social conveners for this year’s Belmont picnic are seen here with a London representative. Left to right are, back row: Mrs. Robert Grand, first vice-president, London, Mrs. Mabel Carrothers and Mrs. Gerald Chute, both of Belmont. Front row are: Mrs. Ruby Anger (left) and Mrs. Betty Dale. (Right) Two sisters and their sister-in-law, who haven’t seen each other for 49 years, found the picnic a good time to get acquainted again. Mrs. Christin Jane Crawford, 76, the oldest lady present, is shown with her sister-in-law, left, Mrs. Alex Simpson, from Scotland, and her sister, Mrs. Margaret Smith, Toronto. (maybe 1959)
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.
Community Effort – An example of the big dividends that are the result of close co-operation and organization in community affairs is demonstrated by the citizens of Belmont as they take pride in their new arena and community centre. A product of their own initiative and voluntary work, the building is being hurried through in the hopes of some skating on the rink this winter. Shown here, inside the arena as they pour cement for the wall of the structure, are, left to right, Bruce Hawley, Ken Stevenson, Everett Hudson, Melvin Jenkins and Phinneas Drake, with Jake Bradburn pouring the cement from the wheelbarrow. Jan. 1949
The newest arena in this district, with a seating capacity of some 1,500 people was officially opened at Belmont last night. The premises, which incorporates a combination auditorium-dance floor situated at second-story level directly inside the entrance, was inspected by hundreds of people from nearby towns and communities. Above is shown one section of the crowd listening to speakers. July 18 1949
Bruce Hawley, left, chairman of the building committee of the Belmont arena, relaxes for a moment with a hot-dog and a cup of coffee, and the help of pretty Elinor Fairs, Tillsonburg. Miss Fairs’ escort is Max Coyle, Straffordville (centre), son of Mr. C. D. Coyle, M.P. for Elgin. July 18 1949
Belmont Arena Opening Attracts More Than 3,000. London Free Press July 19 1949
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.
Horseradish king still active at 91 – March 31, 1992 by Geoff Dale – If the job of Canadian senior economic statesman was ever created, you probably couldn’t find a more suitable candidate for the position than Floyd Kyte…
Tillsonburg Man at Kinsmen Club: Speaks on Palestine Situation; Reports Given Sept 1948. Floyd Kyte, of Tillsonburg, who once was an unordained pastor at a district Baptist church, addressed the meeting of the St. Thomas Kinsmen Club Monday night at its regular meeting at the Wayside Inn, Talbotville…
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
Teaching Certificate Given 17-Year-Old 102 Years Ago – “Inspectoritis” is a nerve affection which attacks modern school teachers on those biennial dates when the inspector visits the school – secure as they are behind life certificates and years of experience. Imagine the ordeal undergone 102 years ago on the day… Rev. Thomas Reed and Leonidas Burwell, representing church and state in Port Burwell, in silk toppers and black broadcloth, invaded the humble teaching domain of 17-year-old Mary Anne McMath…
Honor Pioneer – Mrs. Bella Poustie, Port Burwell’s oldest resident, unveiled a historical plaque Sunday to commemmorate the founding of the community by Col. Mahlon Burwell. She is shown with Rev. P. G. Docksie, left, rector of Trinity Anglican Church, and Reeve Kenneth Baird. (Summer 1960)
July 30 1951, captions (left): Thirteen-year-old Harvey Vaughan, son of Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence Vaughan, R.R. 2, Vienna, a cerebral palsy victim had only walked a few steps in his life until last week when he attended meetings of a faith healer. Leaving his crutch at the pulpit in the tent, Harvey was able to walk away, by faith he believes was given him through the healer. (Right): Friendly and unassuming Canadian-born, the Rev. Orland Bailey, who follows no particular denomination, meditates on the bluffs of Lake Erie before an evening service. Mr. Orland sold his business in Miami, Florida, two years ago when he believed God had called him to preach and heal. “God spoke to me in an audible voice,” he said.
Port Burwell District Astir Over Reports of Faith Cures, July 29 1951. Countryside around this Lake Erie resort is astir with reports of faith cures by an evangelist who has been holding meetings in the community park for the last two weeks. Among the healings reported have been cases o deafness, blindness and arthritic ailments…
My mother was quick to send off a letter to the editor if need be.
London Free Press 1955. Editor: These following verses composed by my father, C. H. Burwell, of Tillsonburg, came to my mind when I read Mr. Rickwood’s letter of June 9: Is There No God? “There is no God,” the fool hath said./ In Psalm fourteen, of him I’ve read./He has no prayer, nor song of praise,/No God to meet one earnest gaze./ How can a man be quite so blind,/ When Nature so displays God’s mind?…
Obituary for Mom’s uncle Eddie Lymburner, 1948
Midland – Sixty legionaires and two squads of sea cadets, escorted by the Canadian Legion Band, paraded to St. Mark’s Church and from the church to Lakeview Cemetery for the funeral service of their commanders, Edmund Alexander Lymburner, on November 20th…
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).
London Free Press – Woodstock Jan. 28 1951. This is the story of a cat. The largest and most ornery arrogant and independent tom cat of his ward if not the city of Woodstock and Oxford. It might be safe to include Western Ontario, Ontario and the Dominion. Herkimer is his name and he would thumb his proud plebeian nose at such ordinary alley cats as the wealthy rhubarb recently made famous by a story and a movie…