Sometimes I miss simpler times
living in isolated communities.
Some of the best fun
and the richest experiences
I’ve had happened when I lived
in Westport, a vibrant outport
on the lonely coast of White Bay, Newfoundland.
Waiting for the Coastal Boat
Westport, White Bay, Newfoundland
Early Summer, 1975
© M. Louise (MacBeath) Barbour/Fundy Blue
© M. Louise (MacBeath) Barbour/Fundy Blue
on Lac Seul, Ontario
with eight other people:
my mother, my siblings,
John, Fritz, and Kokum.
The Garrick and MacBeath families
gather somewhere on Lac Seul.
V-Shape: Louise (me), Barb, Fritz, Roy
Left: Bertie and Mom (Sara)
Donnie: above, girl in front
David: one of the Garrick brothers
with children and/or nieces and nephews
The MacBeaths and the Garricks: below
Donnie ~ first and front girl left Lac Seul, Ontario, Canada
Louise, Barb, Fritz, and Roy Early Summer 1961
Louise, Barb, Fritz, and Roy Early Summer 1961
Bertie and Mom ~ far right © M. Louise (MacBeath) Barbour/Fundy Blue
And, of course, in Lansdowne House!
When you have little,
maybe not even electricity
or a radio,
you make your own fun.
Mom (Sara), we five,
and our beloved Gretchen
picnicking somewhere
on the shores of
Lake Attawapiskat.
© M. Louise (MacBeath) Barbour/Fundy Blue
The tight-knit white community
led an active social life,
Oblate Father and Brother included.
They played cards and other games
with great vigor and serious competition.
One distinct memory
my young Baptist self had
was standing by the kitchen table
in the forestry building
and watching Mom and Dad playing bridge
with Father Ouimet and Brother Bernier.
I was holding my breath
and waiting for lightning to strike.
Uno and Dad
with baby Duncan
on Uno's bed
in their two-room "cottage."
That's it for this edition, folks!
Signing off: Don and Louise
When you have little,
maybe not even electricity
or a radio,
you make your own fun.
Mom (Sara), we five,
and our beloved Gretchen
picnicking somewhere
on the shores of
Lake Attawapiskat.
© M. Louise (MacBeath) Barbour/Fundy Blue
Donnie, Roy, and Barb
The tiny white community of Lansdowne House
totaled fourteen once my father arrived:
Father Ouimet and Brother Bernier ~ Oblate Missionaries
Uno Manilla ~ Teacher, Roman Catholic Mission School
Two Mitchells ~ Hudson Bay Company
Brian Booth ~ HBC Clerk
Three MacRaes ~ Department of Transport
Three MacMahons ~ DOT
Margaret Kelly ~ Nursing Station
Donald MacBeath ~ Anglican Indian School
Dad (Don) and Brian Playing Cribbage
Dad and Uno's "Cottage"
Lansdowne House, January 1961
© M. Louise (MacBeath) Barbour/Fundy Blue
The tight-knit white community
led an active social life,
Oblate Father and Brother included.
They played cards and other games
with great vigor and serious competition.
Wikimedia ~ Adam B. Morgan |
One distinct memory
my young Baptist self had
was standing by the kitchen table
in the forestry building
and watching Mom and Dad playing bridge
with Father Ouimet and Brother Bernier.
I was holding my breath
and waiting for lightning to strike.
Five days after arriving in Lansdowne House,
Dad was in the thick of things.
Dad wrote on Sunday, September 18, 1960:
"I was invited out to dinner last night by the MacRaes,
one of the two married couples at the DOT Station.
They are a very nice young couple.
You would like them if you met them.
"Their names are Duncan and Maureen MacRae.
They have a little four-month-old baby, Duncan Jr.
I had a lovely dinner and a most delightful evening
talking and teaching the MacRaes to play chess.
They are most anxious to learn the game.
They want me to come over Wednesday night
for another talking and chess session.
"They are a lovely young couple.
They even say grace at mealtime,
and that something you don’t see too often now.
I am getting quite religious myself up here.
The Father, the Brother, and Uno
say grace and cross themselves before every meal,
so I say my own grace before each meal.
"You should have seen me setting out
for the MacRae’s for supper.
There I was all decked out
in grey flannels, white shirt, blue blazer, tie, cufflinks,
trench coat, rubber boots, and carrying my shoes
to wear when I get where I am going.
It is certainly different than anything
that I have been used to up till now.
Dad heads out for his canoe on the first day of school. He dressed like this too when invited for dinner. He's taller than the door! LOL! © M. Louise (MacBeath) Barbour/Fundy Blue |
"I didn’t leave the MacRaes until 1:00 o’clock in the morning;
I couldn’t get away before that time.
When I finally did leave it was quite overcast,
and the water was quite choppy,
so Duncan drove me home in his speedboat,
and we towed my canoe behind.
I can tell you that I came back across the water
much more quickly than I went over there.
"Well, I have only been up here five days so far,
but I have loved every minute of it.
The country is lovely,
and the white people up here
are so friendly and hospitable,
and the Father and the Brother are such congenial landlords.
"Besides the two invitations to the MacRaes,
I have been invited to Milt and Iona MacMahon’s
at a date convenient to me.
The MacMahons are the other DOT couple up here,
and the Mitchells run the H. B. store."
Uno and Dad
with baby Duncan
on Uno's bed
in their two-room "cottage."
Three of Fourteen
Lansdowne House, Late 1960 or Early 1961
© M. Louise (MacBeath) Barbour/Fundy Blue
Signing off: Don and Louise
haha those rubber boots are stylin, but yeah, have to keep the shoes all nice and clean haha
ReplyDeleteHey Pat!
ReplyDeleteYou're so great to visit and comment when I'm sooooo behind!
But I swore I'm going to get these Friday posts on the North up.
Otherwise my sisters are going to harass me with emails and phone calls cracking their whips ~
especially my author sister Bertie!
I glanced at your blog last night ~ I know there is a funny song and a looong piece of text,
so I've got to get back asap.
Gotta run for Friday Night Date Night at Parkway.
Have a happy Friday night!
Your dad is so,dapper. I love reading his letters. He paints a picture of everyday life. Thanks for sharing his interesting life. And yours.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Peggy! And thank you for visiting and commenting when I am so erratic! Have a good weekend! I'm going to catch up on all my blog comments, and then I'm going to visit my blogging buddies whom I have been missing! Have a happy weekend, and I'll be by your blog as quickly as I can!
ReplyDeleteWhat wonderful images! They alone tell a story. This is so much fun to read, Louise. And I bet you are having a great time writing this up. I look at old photos of my parents that seem so surreal. It's incredible how quickly time goes by.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Martha! It is fun to do these posts. I'm finding my way finally! I'm glad that you are enjoying them! Have a happy week!
DeleteThese are wonderful photos! So full of memories. I wish for simpler times too.
ReplyDeleteI like your blog - will be coming back :-)
Hi WFL! Thank you for your visit and kind comment! Have a good one!
DeleteHi Louise, It's Barb - loved the post! I miss simpler times too! But indoor plumbing is delightful too - lol
ReplyDeleteLOL! I'm glad I'm not lugging that chemical toilet to the community dump! That got old fast! And I sure don't miss the outhouse at Lac Seul! I was always scared going out at night, and of course, I always had to go out at night! There were bears there! I'll call you before you go to Ray and Jerry's ~ I need some advice from Ray about how to search parliamentary records. I haven't been having much luck. Have a good week, Barb!
DeleteWhat fun looking at the old photos. The families look like they are really enjoying life at the seaside. People really used to communicate without electronic gadgets. Ha Your father was a very dapper gentleman. Thank you for sharing the pictures and family.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Manzanita! Yes, we did have fun! It's fun writing this series on the North! Have a good one!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely charming. What wonderful adventures and memories. The photo of the kids waiting for the boat was very touching, they all looked so vulnerable. Somehow it seems to me that not too many kids today would exude that feeling of vulnerability. Brought a lump to my throat.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Francie! We didn't just have adventures in the North! I have very fond memories Westport, Newfoundland. The people were amazing, so kind and generous. When I returned to Westport after 33 years, people said they were so glad that I came. HOME. Happy evening to you!
DeleteWhat an adventure!
ReplyDeleteI lived on a little island for 5 years in the 60s. No tv, no radio, but a richer social life, so even though it was completely different from your experience (tropical), I get it.
Thank you, Terry! Five years in the tropics sounds great! Peace Corps?
ReplyDeleteAnd the adventure continues.......how hardy your Dad, and for that matter everyone, was or had to be then to survive.
ReplyDeleteYour father was very sociable Louise. I suppose that would be prerequisite for his job!
Great photos and dialogue. Precious to have. I like this 'journey' you are on.
Thanks, Jim! I'm on my way now, and it feels so go! Thanks for your continued support and encouragement!
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