CHRISTMAS IN MUSKOKA - A FEW WORDS FROM A BOOK I JUST ACQUIRED IN BRACEBRIDGE
THE OVERVIEW OF THE WORK COMPOSED BY LEGENDARY QUEBEC, AND CANADIAN WRITER, WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND - THAT REMINDS ME OF HOME!
FIRST OF ALL, I MUST OFFER AN OPENING APOLOGY. AFTER GETTING HOME LATE, YESTERDAY AFTERNOON, FOLLOWING ONE OF OUR REGULAR ANTIQUE HUNTING ROAD TRIPS, (SOUTH OF THE BORDER OF MUSKOKA) WHICH WAS PARTICULARLY FRUITFUL, BY THE WAY, I SET DOWN TO WRITE MY BLOG WHILE HALF ASLEEP. I'M SORRY, BUT DRIVING HAS ALWAYS EXHAUSTED ME. I THINK I TENSE UP A TAD. I CLENCH MY JAW, I KNOW THAT FOR FACT. I CAN SEE MYSELF IN THE REAR VIEW MIRROR. IT WAS TO BE AN OPENING FEW PARAGRAPHS, ABOUT THE DAY'S FINDS OUT ON THE HUSTINGS, AS AN INTRODUCTION TO OTHER PRE-WRITTEN EDITORIAL MATERIAL. I WAS WRITING IT BASED ON THE ACTUALITY OF THE MOMENT, YOU SEE. SUZANNE WAS RESEARCHING ANOTHER OLD SINGER SEWING MACHINE, SHE PURCHASED AT AN ORILIA AREA SECOND HAND SHOP; I WAS GOING TO ADD UPDATES, AND POSSIBLY EVEN, A FINAL OVERVIEW ABOUT ITS AGE, AND WHERE IT HAD BEEN MANUFACTURED. THIS HAS BECOME A RITUAL WITH US, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT INVOLVES THE ANTIQUE AND COLLECTIBLE SEWING MACHINES, WE OFTEN TOTE HOME FROM OUR MISSIONS OF DISCOVERY. YESTERDAY, WE FOUND A REALLY INTERESTING, BEAUTIFULLY DECORATED PORTABLE SINGER, THAT WE SUSPECTED WAS ONE OF THEIR EARLY ELECTRIC MODELS. AS IT TURNS OUT, A RETRO-FIT OF MODELS THAT COULD HAVE BEEN EITHER TREADLE, HAND OPERATED OR ELECTRIFIED. I WAS DOING A KIND OF PLAY-BY-PLAY, AS SUZANNE RAN BACK AND FORTH TO HER SEWING ROOM, WITH INFORMATION TAKEN FROM THE MACHINE SITTING ON OUR HARVEST TABLE, AND THEN BACK TO THE ROOM WHERE SHE HAS A COMPUTER. WE DO A LOT OF ONLINE RESEARCH WHEN IT COMES TO ANTIQUE AND COLLECTABLE IDENTIFICATION. THERE ARE NUMBERS AND LETTERS IMPRINTED ON THE MACHINE, THAT WILL AID THE SEARCH, AND IN THIS CASE, BROUGHT IT RIGHT DOWN TO THE PRECISE DAY AND MONTH IT WAS MANUFACTURED. OCTOBER 5, 1910. IT EVEN NOTED THAT 15,000 OF THESE MODELS WERE PRODUCED AT SINGER PLANTS ON THIS DAY IN SEWING MACHINE HISTORY. IT WAS NOTED, THAT HALFWAY THROUGH 1910, SINGER DECIDED THERE WERE TOO MANY CUSTOMERS WANTING ELECTRICS, NOW THAT SERVICE WAS BEING EXTENDED TO MORE HOUSEHOLDS, SO THAT MODELS THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN FOR TREADLE UNITS, AND CRANKS, WERE ELECTRIFIED. HOW MANY OF THIS MODEL WERE MADE BEFORE THE PLANT'S WHISTLE BLEW. OBVIOUSLY THE 15,000 WERE MADE AT A NUMBER OF PLANTS IN NORTH AMERICA VERSUS FROM ONLY ONE PLANT. THEN SHE FIRED IT UP, AND WOW, WITH BRIGHT LIGHT, AND THE CHUG-CHUG-CUG GAINING MOMENTUM, IT SOUNDED LIKE A STEAM LOCOMOTIVE, PULLING AWAY FROM AN OLD TRAIN STATION. IT SEWED BEAUTIFULLY. I SAW IT WORKING, AND HAD A CHANCE TO EXAMINE THE STITCHING ON SOME DRAPES SUZANNE HAS BEEN WORKING ON. TECHNOLOGY FROM 114 YEARS AGO WORKED LIKE A DREAM. I FIND THIS AMAZING, ESPECIALLY IN THIS ERA OF "THROW-AWAY" HOUSEWARES. I WONDERED HOW MANY SEWERS HAD USED THIS MACHINE IN ITS 114 YEAR CHRONICLE. HOW MANY HOMES HAD IT BEEN A CHERISHED, USEFUL RESIDENT? HERE'S WHAT DIDN'T WORK LIKE A DREAM. AS I HAD BEEN DOING REGULAR UPDATES IN THE BLOG, UP TO AND INCLUDING THE MOMENT WHEN IT WAS SWITCHED ON, THE BLOG COPY WAS DARTING, BOBBING AND WEAVING ALL OVER THE PLACE. IT WAS ONE OF MY MOST UNIQUE EFFORTS, THAT'S FOR SURE. THEN, IN THAT HEART STOPPING FRACTION OF A SECOND, MY STUBBY FINGERS, CONNECTED WITH A COUPLE OF KEYS THAT KILLED THE ENTIRE PROJECT, BY THE HAPPENSTANCE OF THE CLUMSY TYPIST. I LOST THE WHOLE NINE YARDS. SUZANNE, WHO TRIED TO SAVE ITS LIFE, KEPT REMINDING ME OF THE IMPORTANCE OF "SAVING" THE FILE, AFTER SO MANY PARAGRAPHS OF WORK. NUTS, MY OLD UNDERWOOD MANUAL, NEVER LOST MY TYPEWRITTEN COPY ON THAT ROLLER. SO WHAT I WAS GOING TO PRESENT, HAD BEEN LOST IN SPACE (USED TO BE ONE OF MY FAVORITE TELEVISION SHOWS). WELL, THIS COVERS MOST OF THE STORY IN RETROSPECT, BUT I COULDN'T REPEAT ITS INTRICACIES THAT'S FOR SURE. WHEN THIS WOULD HAPPEN IN THE PAST, I'D HAVE A TEN MINUTE CURSING SESSION, INDOORS AND OUT, BEFORE I WOULD FIND THE STRENGTH OF CHARACTER, TO SIT BACK DOWN, AND TRY TO RE-WRITE FROM MEMORY. IT NEVER WORKS, YOU KNOW. WRITERS CAN NEVER DO IT THE SAME WAY TWICE, AND THIS PERTAINS TO EVERYTHING FROM SEX, TO HOW WE EAT SPAGHETTI. I JUST DECIDED TO GO WITH SOMETHING ELSE LAST NIGHT, BECAUSE TRAVELING OVER THE DAY, HAD WORN ME DOWN TO A NUB OF CREATIVITY. BUT I SURE LIKED WATCHING THAT SEWING MACHINE IN ACTION. TO ME, AND I'M A ROOKIE IN THIS REGARD, I THINK EACH OF THE VINTAGE UNITS SOUNDS A LITTLE BIT DIFFERENT FROM THE OTHERS. THIS 1910 MODEL IS DEFINITELY A "CHUGGER," BUT IT DOES SUCH DELICATE, FINE, PERFECT WORK. I IMAGINE MYSELF AT 114, AND THEN, WELL, MOVE ON TO OTHER MORE PLEASANT THOUGHTS.
AYE LADDIE, ANOTHER WEE BAND OF SNOWFLURRIES IS PRESENTLY DUSTING DOWN OVER OUR FAIR BALLYWICK. IF YOU LIKE WINTER, AND YOU SKI, SNOWMOBILE, OR PREFER TO SKATE ON NATURAL ICE, THIS MAY BE A WINTER NATURE HAS TAILORED JUST FOR YOU. MAYBE EVEN ONE FOR THE RECORD BOOKS. IT ISN'T TOO COLD, AND WE HAVEN'T HAD TO EMPLOY ANY SNOW REMOVAL EQUIPMENT, OTHER THAN THE OUTDOOR BROOM, AND FOR THE CAR, A MODEST SCRAPER WITH A BRUSH ON THE END. I THINK WE'RE OWED OUR TRADITIONAL LATE AUTUMN SUMMER; OR AS I KNEW IT GROWING UP, "INDIAN SUMMER." I'VE STILL GOT LOTS OF CHORES TO DO AROUND BIRCH HOLLOW, BUT THANKFULLY I GOT THE EAVES TROUGHS CLEANED IN TIME. THE ROOF WAS RE-SHINGLED IN THE SPRING, AND I'VE BEEN TAKING DOWN SOME BIG BOUGHS, THAT MIGHT IF BURDENED, CAUSE SOME TROUBLE IF WE GET THE SAME VOLUME OF SNOW AS LAST YEAR. I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT LAST NEW YEAR'S EVE, AND THE SUDDEN EXCITEMENT WE HAD AT BIRCH HOLLOW. LONG BEFORE THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT.
SUZANNE AND I HAD JUST ARRIVED HOME, FROM OUR GRAVENHURST SHOP, AND WERE ABOUT TO HAVE DINNER, WHILE WATCHING THE SIX O'CLOCK NEWS ON TELEVISION. I WAS SITTING IN MY CHAIR WITH OUR RUNT CAT "CHUTNEY" NESTLED ON MY LAP, AND SUZANNE WAS WORKING IN THE KITCHEN. ALL OF A SUDDEN, THERE WAS THIS HUGE CRACK AND CRASH, AND A LOT OF SPLINTERING SOUNDS THAT SEEMED TO HAVE GENERATED OUTSIDE. AT THIS SAME TIME, WE WERE GETTING WORRIED ABOUT THE WEIGHT OF SNOW ON THE PORCH EXTENSION, AT THE FRONT OF THE HOUSE, WHICH HAS FOUR BY FOUR POSTS SERVING TO BALANCE IT OVER THE DECKING. THE ROOF ITSELF IS MADE OF TRUSSES, SO THIS WASN'T A WORRY. BUT I HAVE BEEN CONCERNED ABOUT THE BURDEN THE POSTS CAN HANDLE, OF SNOWLOAD ABOVE. I SUPPOSE MY WORRIES ABOUT THIS, IN THE DAYS LEADING UP TO NEW YEAR'S EVE, MADE EVERY CREAKING, CRACKING SOUND, QUITE DISTURBING TO MY LEISURE HOURS SPENT AT HOME. IT WAS A MAJOR UNDERTAKING, WITH THE SNOW IN THE YARD, TO SHOVEL OUT THE FRONT AREA, IN ORDER TO PLACE A LADDER ONTO THE VERANDAH EXTENSION, TO CLEAR OFF THE SNOW. BUT I KNEW IF IT KEPT UP SNOWING, THERE WOULD BE NO CHOICE EARLY IN THE NEW YEAR. I JUST DIDN'T EXPECT IT WOULD HAPPEN ON NEW YEAR'S EVE.
"CHUTNEY," FLEW INTO THE AIR, WITH BITS OF MY FLESH IN HER CLAWS, AFTER THE SHARP CRACK AND SMASHING TO OUR LEFT, AT THE FRONT OF THE HOUSE. I GOT UP IMMEDIATELY, AND SUZANNE CAME WHIPPING AROUND THE CORNER, STEPPING ON CHUTNEY'S TAIL WITH HER RIGHT FOOT, SENDING THE CAT ON ANOTHER UPWARD LEAP, TO ESCAPE WHATEVER CHAOS WAS UNFOLDING. "WHAT WAS THAT BANG," SHE YELLED, WHILE ON THE RUN. "I DON'T KNOW, BUT IT SOUNDED LIKE IT WAS COMING FROM THE VERANDAH," I ANSWERED, ALREADY HALF DRESSED IN MY WINTER ATTIRE AND BOOTS (WHICH WERE ACTUALLY RUNNING SHOES THAT YEAR). "YOU BETTER GET DRESSED, JUST IN CASE WE HAVE TO SHOVEL-OFF THE VERANDAH ROOF." THIS WAS A BEHEMOTH PROJECT, THAT WOULD HAVE TAKEN A HALF DAY, IF IT WASN'T FOR THE URGENCY OF THE MATTER AT HAND. WE SURE AS HECK DIDN'T WANT THE ROOF CAVING IN, AND DESTROYING A GOODLY SECTION OF THE MAIN ROOF OF THE HOUSE AT THE SAME TIME. THE FIRST TASK, WAS TO TAKE A CURSORY LOOK AT THE POSTS, AND CHECK TO SEE IF ANYTHING LOOKED LIKE IT WAS OFF ANGLE, FALLEN, OR ANY PLACE OR BEAM, APPEARING LOWER THAN WHERE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ANCHORED. IT CHECKED OUT INITIALLY. WE COULDN'T FIND ANY DAMAGE TO THE VERANDAH, OR TO THE POSTS, BUT WE KNEW THAT WHATEVER HAD CAUSED THE NOISE, WOULD HAVE TO BE DEALT WITH, REGARDLESS WHETHER THERE WAS ANY APPEARANCE OF VISIBLE DAMAGE OR NOT.
TO START WITH, WE HAD TO DIVIDE UP THE TASKS OF SNOW REMOVAL. SUZANNE HAD TO DIG FROM A LOWER PATH, RIGHT ACROSS THE FRONT OF THE DECK, WHICH IS A SUBSTANTIAL DISTANCE, WHEN THERE'S FOUR TO FIVE FEET OF SNOW IN THE WAY. THE REASON SHE HAD TO DO THIS, WAS SO I COULD GET LADDER ACCESS TO THE ENTIRE FRONT OF THE HOUSE. AH, THE LADDER! IT WAS BURIED UNDER THE SAME AMOUNT OF SNOW, AND WITH THE RAIN AND MELT OVER THE EARLY WINTER, THAT FAR, IT WAS FROZEN TO THE GROUND, AND ABOUT A THOUSAND LEAVES FROM OUR HARDWOODS, ALSO ADHERED TO TERRA FIRMA. IT TOOK US ABOUT THE SAME AMOUNT OF TIME, WITH EACH TASK, JUST TO GET TO THE POINT, WE COULD PUT THE LADDER UP, AND BEGIN WITH A SNOWSHOVEL, TO REMOVE THE TOP LAYER OF SNOW. THE PROBLEM HERE, WAS THAT FREEZING RAIN, TWO WEEKS EARLIER, I THINK IT WAS, HAD NEVER MELTED OFF, AND THE NEW SNOW HAD JUST LAYERED ON TOP. IT WOULD NECESSITATE BREAKING THROUGH THE ICE COVERING TO GET AT THE SNOW BELOW. THIS WAS NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE TO DO, HANGING OFF A LADDER, AND WORKING WITH AN AWKWARD SNOW SHOVEL, THAT KEPT SLIDING OFF THE SHIELD OF ICE. IT TOOK US THREE HOURS TO GET FIFTY PERCENT OF THE SNOW OFF THE VERANDAH. THIS INCLUDED THE FIRST FORTY MINUTES, JUST TRYING TO BUILD A PATH, AND FREE-UP THE EXTENSION LADDER. WE WERE HALF FROZEN, AND EXHAUSTED, WHEN WE CAME BACK INTO BIRCH HOLLOW, FEELING WE HAD, AT THE VERY LEAST, REMOVED THE EMERGENCY ASPECT TO THE SNOW REMOVAL OPERATION. WHICH OF COURSE WOULD HAVE TO CONTINUE MORE THOROUGHLY THE MORNING OF NEW YEARS.
BEFORE I SAT DOWN IN MY CHAIR, I WENT TO HANG UP MY JACKET ON A HOOK NEAR THE FRONT DOOR. I SAW OTHER CAT "ZAPPA," SITTING ON OUR OLD BELLOWS ORGAN, A FEW FEET FROM THE COAT RACK. I DIDN'T WORRY ABOUT IT TOO MUCH AT THE TIME, AND UNLESS THERE WAS A PILE OF SNOW ON THE RUG, WHERE THE ROOF HAD BEEN DAMAGED, I WAS IN GOOD SPIRITS. I SAT DOWN FOR A MINUTED, WIGGLING MY TOES TO REGAIN CIRCULATION, AND SUDDENLY THOUGHT ABOUT WHERE ZAPPA HAD BEEN SITTING. IT WAS A ROUND EXTENSION FROM THE ORGAN, SECURED TO AN ELBOW OF WOOD, THAT WAS USED IN THE ORGAN'S HEYDAY, AS A PLACE TO SITUATE AN OIL LAMP, IN ORDER TO READ THE MUSIC SHEET, ON THE PULL OUT STAND, JUST ABOVE THE KEYBOARD. I HAD PLACED A LARGE VINTAGE METAL LAMP THERE, TWO DAYS EARLIER, AND FOR THE LIFE OF ME, I COULDN'T REMEMBER, AT THAT MOMENT, HOW THE CAT COULD BE SITTING ON THE SAME SMALL DISK OF WOOD. SUZANNE WENT WALKING BY, AT THIS PRECISE TIME, AND I ASKED IF SHE COULD CHECK TO SEE IF THE OLD LAMP, HAD BEEN KNOCKED OFF THE ORGAN. SURE ENOUGH, ZAPPA HAD SOMEHOW, KNOCKED THE LAMP DOWN, CRASHING ON THREE DIFFERENT LEVELS, BEFORE HITTING THE TIN CASING OF MY PORTABLE KEROSENE HEATER BELOW. SUZANNE JUST PICKED IT UP, PLACED IT BACK ON THE OIL LAMP BRACKET, AND CHASED ZAPPA OFF THE KEYBOARD, WHERE SHE HAD BEEN LAYING. IT WASN'T UNTIL MID-SUPPER, WHEN SUZANNE LOOKED AT ME, LOOKED AT ZAPPA, AND ASKED ME, "DO YOU SUPPOSE, THAT WHAT WE HEARD, AND THOUGH WAS THE DECK TIMBERS CRACKING, WAS ACTUALLY THE SOUND OF THE LAMP FALLING OFF THE ORGAN." IT WAS ONE OF THOSE HOMER SIMPSON-ESQUE MOMENTS, AND WE LET OUT A RESOUNDING "DOOAH!" AT THIS TIME, ZAPPA SAT ON THE FLOOR, DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF OUR CHAIRS, AND I SWEAR, IT WAS GRINNING AT US. "HECK IF YOU CAN'T TAKE A JOKE," I THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE THINKING, OF ITS HUMANKIND MASTERS, TRYING TO ENJOY A RATHER DRIED-OUT, COLD NEW YEAR'S DINNER.
WELL FOLKS, THE GOOD NEWS WAS THAT THE CAT WAS THE CAUSE OF THE TERRIBLE CRASH THAT NIGHT. THE FACT WE HAD A RATHER STRESSFUL NEW YEARS EVE ISN'T IMPORTANT. WE NEEDED TO CLEAR THE VERANDAH ROOF ANYWAY. WE PROBABLY DID IT THREE TIMES AS FAST, AS WE WOULD HAVE, ANY OTHER DAY, BECAUSE WE WANTED TO SALVAGE A LITTLE OF NEW YEAR'S EVE FOR OURSELVES. CATS ON OUR LAPS OF COURSE.
A LITTLE BIT OF QUEBEC'S HERITAGE, PARALLELS MUSKOKA WOOD LORE
MUSKOKA AND THE PROVINCE OF QUEBEC, HAVE A HERITAGE INDUSTRY IN COMMON. BOTH REGIONS OF THIS FINE COUNTRY, WERE MAJOR INDUSTRY ZONES, FOR THE EARLY LOGGING INDUSTRY, SPECIFICALLY, THE LATE 1800'S QUEST FOR THE GIANTS OF THE FOREST, THE WHITE PINE. WHETHER THE MODERN DAY RESIDENTS OF MUSKOKA, KNOW IT OR NOT, LOGGING WAS A HUGE INCOME PRODUCER OF THIS PERIOD, AND MANY HOMESTEADERS, WITHOUT ANY OTHER MEANS OF INCOME, DID JOIN IN THE WINTER CUT, AND THE SPRING DRIVE OF LOGS, DOWN RIVERS TO AREA LAKES, AND TO THE RESPECTIVE MILLS SERVING THE COMMUNITIES. GRAVENHURST BEING, OF COURSE, ONE OF THE MAJOR LOCATIONS FOR SAWMILLS, EVEN BEING NICKNAMED "SAWDUST CITY," FROM THE BOOMING DAYS OF THE LATE 1800'S. POSSIBLY SOMEONE LIVING IN SOUTH MUSKOKA, WHO HAD FAMILY TIES TO THE LOGGING INDUSTRY, AS IT WAS THEN, HAD SOME INTEREST IN THE PENNINGS OF THIS REVERED QUEBEC BARD, WHO KNEW ALL ABOUT THE WOODLAND ENTERPRISE, AND THE VILLAGES, THAT DEPENDED ON THE CUT, AND MILLING OF LUMBER. THE LOCALLY FOUND BOOK, OF POEMS, COMPOSED BY WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND, ARE WRITTEN IN HIS TRADEMARK STYLE, POKING FUN AT THE BROKEN ENGLISH SPOKEN BY THE FRENCH, IN THESE SMALL RURAL COMMUNITIES. HE WAS VERY MUCH RESPECTED IN QUEBEC, AND THE REST OF CANADA. AND YES, HE WAS ALSO A DOCTOR.
I HAVE A NUMBER OF BOOKS WRITTEN BY DR. WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND, ONE OF QUEBEC'S REVERED POETS, INCLUDING AN EARLY EDITION OR HIS BEST KNOWN WORK, ENTITLED "THE HABITANT." AT A LOCAL THRIFT SHOP, IN BRACEBRIDGE, I PICKED UP A FAIR CONDITION COPY OF "DR. DRUMMOND'S COMPLETE POEMS," CIRCA 1926. HE DIED IN COBALT, ONTARIO, IN 1907, FOLLOWING A CEREBRAL HEMORRHAGE, WHILE IN THE COMMUNITY TO ASSIST WITH A SMALLPOX OUTBREAK, IN A MINING CAMP OF WHICH HE HAD AN INTEREST. HE HAD RACED FROM MONTREAL A FEW DAYS EARLIER, TO DEAL WITH THE OUTBREAK OF SICKNESS, BUT HE HAD ADMITTED NOT WANTING TO LEAVE HOME ON THIS OCCASION, SENSING SOMETHING WASN'T QUITE RIGHT WITH HIS HEALTH.
THE BOOK ISN'T ABOUT MUSKOKA, ALTHOUGH I SUSPECT HE MAY HAVE PASSED THROUGH THE REGION AT SOME POINT(S) IN HIS LIFE. I BEGAN READING THE INTRODUCTION, AND I WAS INITIALLY STRUCK BY THE OPENING POEM, BY S. WEIR MITCHELL, ENTITLED "IN MEMORY OF WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND." I WAS LOOKING OUT OVER THE BOG, NOT LONG AFTER SUNRISE, FROM MY OFFICE CHAIR, POSITIONED AT THE FRONT OF BIRCH HOLLOW. A FEW WORDS SEEMED TO FIT WHAT I WAS LOOKING OUT OVER, AND WHAT I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO RELAY TO READERS FOR YEARS, WITH LIMITED SUCCESS. OF MR. DRUMMOND, MR. WEIR WROTE: "PEACE TO HIS POET SOUL. FULL WELL HE KNEW, TO SING FOR THOSE WHO KNOW NOT HOW TO PRAISE, THE WOODSMAN'S LIFE, THE FARMER'S PATIENT TOIL, THE PEACEFUL DREAMS OF LABORIOUS DAYS. HE MADE HIS OWN THOUGHTS OF SIMPLE MEN, AND WITH THE TOUCH THAT MAKES THE WORLD AKIN, A WELCOME GUEST OF LONELY CABIN HOMES, FOUND, TOO, NO HEARTS HE COULD NOT ENTER IN."
"WITH NATURE AS WITH MAN AT HOME, HE LOVED THE SILENT FOREST AND THE BIRCH'S FLIGHT, DOWN THE WHITE PERIL OF THE RAPIDS RUSH, AND THE COLD GLAMOUR OF YOUR NORTHERN NIGHT. SOME MYSTERY OF GENIOUS HAUNTS HIS PAGE, SOME WONDER SECRET OF THE POET'S SPELL, DIED WITH THIS PAST OF THE PEASANT THOUGHT, PEACE TO YOUR NORTHLAND SINGER, AND FAREWELL."
NEIL MUNRO, IN THE BOOK'S INTRODUCTION, WRITES THE FOLLOWING OF WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND: "THE NAME OF CANADA TO ME, AS TO MANY OF MY RACE AND AGE, HAS A ROMANTIC CHARM THAT DOES NOT RISE FROM ANY GREAT HISTORICAL ASSOCIATIONS, BUT SURVIVES FROM EARLY YOUTH, THE TRUE PERIOD OF NATURAL MAGIC, OF UNQUESTIONING ILLUSIONS, WHEN GREAT MEN AND GREAT DEEDS HAVE LESS POWER TO STIR THE IMAGINATIVE FACULTY, THAN A HINT, IN SOME TRUMPERY FICTION, OF WILD, FREE SPACES OF THE UNSPOILED WORLD. NOT TO PRENATAL GLORY DOES THE MEMORY OF YOUTH GO BACK, AS WORDSWORTH THOUGHT; NOT TO SOME PLATONIC EDEN WHERE, IN A PREVIOUS INCARNATION WE WERE AS ANGELS IN A SINLESS GARDEN; BUT TO THE EARLY, PRIMITIVE, AND ESSENTIALLY MUNDANE VALLEYS, PLAINS, AND HILLS THAT KNEW THE TOILS AND WANDERINGS OF OUR ANCESTORS. IT IS THE UNFENCED, UNINHABITED, AND TRACTLESS AREAS OUR SUBLIMINAL MEMORY RECALLS; THE LONELY MORNING FOREST, THE SHOUTING CATARACT WITH NO NAME, THE LAKES UNDISCOVERED, HUNTS PERILOUSLY FOLLOWED, EVENING FIRES WITH THEIR ASHES DEEP BELOW THE MOULD OF CENTURIES."
MUNRO DRAWS AN INTERESTING PARALLEL, BETWEEN WHAT DRUMMOND EXPERIENCED IN CANADA, VERSUS HIS NATIVE SCOTLAND, WHEN HE WRITES, "IT WAS NATURAL THAT CANADA SHOULD EVOKE THE VISIONARY ROMANCE OF OUR YOUTH IN SCOTLAND, FOR YET THE MORE FAVOURED OF US SAW SURVIVING SCRAPS OF THAT ANCIENT UNPOSSESSED, UNCULTIVATED AND UNTAMED WORLD, WHEREOF SCOTLAND AND CANADA ALIKE WERE PARTS. IN BOTH LANDS NATURE WORE MUCH THE SAME ASPECT; CLOTHING THE BLUFFS WITH PINE, THE PLAINS WITH NORTHERN WILDFLOWERS, SPILLING HER STREAMS DOWN PRECIPICES, FILLING THE MOUNTAIN CREVICES WITH SNOW OR MIST, OF THE CREEKS AND BAYS WITH THE SAME ATLANTIC OCEAN. THE VERY COLD OF CANADA IN WINTER, HELPED TO RENDER HER FAMILIAR - WERE OUR HAPPIEST HOURS NOT THOSE WHEN THE NORTH WIND WHISTLED AND OUR LAKES WERE ICE? WE KNEW THAT, WITH THE FROST, TO MEN CAME GRANDEUR OF ENDURANCE AND RESERVES OF ZEST, INCOMMUNICABLE TO THE OFFSPRING OF THE SOUTH."
"THE FOREST FOR WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND, AS FOR ME, HAD NOT RELINQUISHED ANY OF ITS EARLY POWER TO ROUSE HALF-AWED EXPECTANCY TO CHALLENGE, TO ALLURE," NOTED HIS FRIEND, NEIL MUNRO. "A CELT IN EVERY ARTERY OF HIS BEING, IT WAS NOT FOR HIM, AS IT NEVER WAS FOR ME, BY FAUNS AND FAIRIES THAT THE THICKETS, GLADES, OR VERGES OF THE SOLITARY LAKES WERE INHABITED, BUT BY THE CREATURES OF HIS BOYISH WORSHIP, BY LEATHER-STOCKING RATHER THAN THE DRYADS. NO ALIEN COULD DOUBT THE PERSISTENCE OF ROMANCE IN CANADA, WHO SAW THE JOY OF DRUMMOND IN IT, HIS DELIGHT IN THE VERY THINGS THAT THRILLED IN THE BOOKS OF YOUTH; IN GUIDES AND VOYAGEUR, IN CAMPS AND PORTAGES AND CANOES. HE WAS HIMSELF A SPORTSMAN, AND THE WOODS AND RIVERS THEREFORE, HAD A FASCINATION FOR ANOTHER PORTION OF HIS NATURE; BUT RIGHTLY OR WRONGLY, I FANCY HIS LOVE OF THE WILDS AND HIS SENSE OF KINSHIP WITH THE COURAGEOUS, HARDY, AND ENDURING MEN HE FOUND IN SPORTING CAMPS, WERE MORE OFTEN THE ATTRACTION OF THE LAURENTIAN LAKES AND WOODS, THAN THE FISHING AND THE SHOOTING TO BE GOT THERE."
ONE DRUMMOND POEM CAUGHT MY ATTENTION ABOVE THE OTHERS, BECAUSE IT DEALS WITH EMIGRATION TO CANADA, AND THE PIONEERING PERIOD OF CANADA, WHEN MANY EUROPEANS AND BRITISH SUBJECTS, SAILED TO NORTH AMERICA TO TAKE UP LAND GRANTS, AND TO SEIZE THE OPPORTUNITY FOR BETTER LIVES, AND MORE PROSPEROUS ECONOMIES. THEY BROUGHT THEIR SOCIAL / CULTURAL / RELIGIOUS TRADITIONS WITH THEM, AND THIS IS WHAT WE MOST OFTEN FORGET, WHEN LOOKING AT THE HISTORY OF OUR REGION. IN A SMALL WAY, DRUMMOND ADDRESSES HOW THE TRADITIONS BLENDED INTO THE SOCIAL / CULTURAL RECKONING OF A NEW FRONTIER. IT DOES REMIND ME OF THE SETTLEMENT PERIOD IN MUSKOKA, MANY HUNDREDS COMING FROM IRELAND, SCOTLAND AND ENGLAND. NOW IN THE WORDS OF DR. DRUMMOND.
THE POEM IS ENTITLED, SIMPLY, "CANADIAN FOREVER." "WHEN OUR FATHERS CROSSED THE OCEAN, IN THE GLORIOUS DAYS GONE BY, THEY BREATHED THEIR DEEP EMOTION IN MANY A TEAR AND SIGH - THO' A BRIGHTER LAY BEFORE THEM, THAN THE OLD, OLD LAND THAT BORE THEM, AND ALL THE WIDE WORLD KNOWS NOW, THAT LAND WAS CANADA. SO LINE UP AND TRY US, WHOEVER WOULD DENY US, THE FREEDOM OF OUR BIRTHRIGHT, AND THEY'LL FIND US LIKE A WALL - FOR WE ARE CANADIAN - CANADIAN FOREVER, CANADIAN FOREVER, - CANADIAN OVER ALL.
"OUR FATHERS CAME TO WIN US, THIS LAND BEYOND RECALL, AND THE SAME BLOOD FLOWS WITHIN US, OF BRITON, CELT AND GAUL - KEEP ALIVE EACH GLOWING EMBER, OF OUR IRELAND, BUT REMEMBER, OUR COUNTRY IS CANADIAN, WHATEVER MAY BEFALL. SO LINE UP AND TRY US, WHOEVER WOULD DENY US, THE FREEDOM OF OUR BIRTHRIGHT, AND THEY'LL FIND US LIKE A WALL - FOR WE ARE CANADIANS, CANADIAN FOREVER, CANADIAN FOREVER - CANADIANS OVER ALL. WHO CAN BLAME THEM, WHO CAN BLAME US, IF WE TELL OURSELVES WITH PRIDE, HOW A THOUSAND YEARS TO TAME US, THE FOE HAS OFTEN TRIED - AND SHOULD E'ER THE EMPIRE NEED US, SHE'LL REQUIRE NO CHAINS TO LEAD US, FOR WE ARE EMPIRE'S CHILDREN - BUT CANADIANS OVER ALL. THEN LINE UP AND TRY US, WHOEVER WOULD DENY US, THE FREEDOM OF OUR BIRTHRIGHT, AND THEY'LL FIND US LIKE A WALL - FOR WE ARE CANADIAN, CANADIAN FOREVER. CANADIAN FOREVER - CANADIAN OVER ALL!"
TO ME, IT SUGGESTS QUITE CLEARLY, THAT EVEN THOUGH DRUMMOND WAS PROUD TO BE A CANADIAN, HE MAKES IT CLEAR, THAT IT WASN'T THE CASE NEW CANADIANS HAD TO RELINQUISH THEIR CULTURAL HERITAGE TO BE A PART OF THIS DOMINION; AND THAT IT IS ALL PART OF THE CANADIAN MOSAIC, AND NATIONAL IDENTITY. WHICH BEGAN WHEN THE FIRST EMIGRANTS TOUCHED THE SHORE OF THIS NEW LAND; AND OF COURSE, FOR MUSKOKA, THE BEGINNING OF LARGE SCALE EMIGRATION, TO, IN REGIONS, SETTLE THE UNPOPULATED AREAS OF A SEA TO SEA DOMINION. IT REFLECTS POSITIVELY, THAT, FOR EXAMPLE, BEING OF IRISH OR SCOTTISH ANCESTRY, WAS AS MUCH, PART OF BEING CANADIAN; ACOMMODATING ETHNIC AND CULTURAL ORIGINS AS PART OF NATIONAL HERITAGE ITSELF. I LIKE THIS POEM BECAUSE IT SUPPORTS THE RESEARCH I'VE BEEN WORKING ON FOR DECADES, TRYING TO MORE FULLY APPRECIATE HOW MUSKOKA'S HERITAGE CHARACTER, DEVELOPED FROM THOSE EARLY HOMESTEAD CABINS AND NEIGHBORHOODS, WHERE ICELANDERS HAD SET UP ENCAMPMENTS, BESIDE FAMILIES MADE UP OF OTHER NEWLY EMIGRATED HOMESTEADERS, FROM SCOTLAND, ENGLAND, IRELAND, DENMARK, NORWAY, SWEDEN AND GERMANY; TO NAME SOME OF THE COUNTRIES OF ORIGIN FOR NEW CANADIANS. THEY BROUGHT THEIR RICH CULTURAL HERITAGE WITH THEM, INCLUDING THEIR WONDERFUL FOLKLORE. THIS IS OF TREMENDOUS IMPORTANCE, TO A CULTURAL HISTORIAN LIKE ME, TRYING TO UNDERSTAND HOW AND FOR HOW LONG, OUR EARLY SETTLERS RE-ESTABLISHED AND MAINTAINED CULTURAL IDENTITIES IN THE HEARTLAND OF MUSKOKA.
From the Archives - The Logging Industry Influenced Our Social / Cultural Character
THE LOGGING INDUSTRY CREATED ITS OWN LEGENDS - MUCH OF IT BUILT UPON AN UNFORTUNATE RATE OF MISADVENTURE
IT REALLY COMES DOWN TO WHETHER A RESEARCHER IS PREPARED TO EXERCISE DUE DILIGENCE OR NOT. I'VE READ SOME REALLY SLOPPY EDITORIAL COPY IN THE PAST DECADE, AND STORIES ABOUT OUR REGION THAT WERE FULL OF INACCURACIES, AND GENERALLY WEAK OVERALL. FEATURE ARTICLES PUBLISHED IN THE LOCAL MEDIA, WHEN DEALING WITH HERITAGE MATTERS, MOST OFTEN LEAVE ME FUMING, BECAUSE THEY COULD HAVE DONE BETTER……IF THEY HAD BEEN GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITY, BY THE PUBLISHER, OF SPENDING ADDITIONAL TIME ON A PROJECT, IN ORDER TO GET IT RIGHT. THE RECENT REPORTING ON WOODCHESTER VILLA AND MUSEUM WAS WEAK AND THE EDITORIAL FULL OF QUESTIONS ABOUT THE HISTORIC OCTAGONAL HOUSE THAT COULD HAVE BEEN ANSWERED BY NUMEROUS FOLKS WHO WERE INVOLVED IN THE ORIGINAL RENOVATION. YUP, CONTRARY TO BELIEF, WE'RE STILL HANGING ON. AN ARTICLE IN THE WEEKENDER, A WEEK LATER, BY REGULAR COLUMNIST KEN BLACK, WAS BANG ON, AND REITERATED MUCH OF WHAT I HAD WRITTEN ABOUT RECENTLY. HE SHOULD KNOW. HE WAS THERE DURING THE FIRST RENOVATION, AND THE CREATION OF BRACEBRIDGE'S FIRST MUSEUM. SO WHY WAS THERE ANY NEED TO ASK QUESTIONS OF MAGAZINE READERS, WHEN THEY COULD HAVE HAD ANSWERS ATTACHED…..WHICH WOULD HAVE BEEN MUCH MORE EFFECTIVE, FOR READERSHIP APPROVAL, EVEN WITH A BUDGET OF EDITORIAL SPACE. POINT IS, FINANCIAL PROTOCOLS ARE, I SUPPOSE, LIMITING A REPORTER'S TIME TO FREE WHEEL ON AN ASSIGNMENT. WHAT HAPPENS OF COURSE, IS THAT PROJECTS THAT WARRANT GREATER INTERVENTION, AND SURGICAL PROCEDURE TO GET AT THE POINT OF THE ISSUE, ARE NOW SURFACE DUSTED AND CALLED A RESPONSIBLE NEWS OR FEATURE STORY. I MIGHT BE ABLE TO DO THAT WITH SOME HISTORICAL FEATURES, BUT I'D HIT THE MOST IMPORTANT POINTS BECAUSE I LIVE THIS STUFF EVERY DAY. SO WHEN YOU GET WRITERS WHO WANT TO REPRESENT ASPECTS OF THE HISTORY OF MUSKOKA, AND THEY DECIDED TO DO IT ON A TIGHT TIME AND FINANCIAL BUDGET……WELL, YOU GET WHAT YOU GET. IN THE REALM OF THE FOLK HISTORY OF MUSKOKA, INCLUDING LEGENDS, LORE, AND THE PARANORMAL, SORRY FOLKS, THERE IS NO RESPONSIBLE SHORT CUT TO MEET A PUBLICATION DEADLINE. I'VE TAKEN MORE THAN THREE DECADES, INCLUDING APPRENTICESHIPS, TO BE ABLE TO TAKE A FEW LIBERTIES IN THIS AREA…..BUT ONLY A FEW. THAT'S WHY I KEEP A MUSKOKA LIBRARY CLOSE BY, AND IN REGULAR USE. AND I NEVER STOP TALKING TO SOURCE PEOPLE WHO KNOW MORE THAN I DO! THAT ADDS UP TO MANY, MANY HUNDREDS…..YET, IT'S WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO FULLY UNDERSTAND A HISTORY THAT IS FAR MORE COMPLEX AND INTRICATE THAN MOST BELIEVE…..AS THEY BRUSH BY, WITHOUT TOUCHING THE SIDES, AND THEN CALL THEMSELVES LOCAL HISTORIANS. THAT BUGS ME MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE. DID I MENTION "CULTURAL MAPPING." MY TOWN THINKS THAT'S A GOOD IDEA. CASE IN POINT. WE'LL FEATHER-DUST SOMETHING THAT WILL DEFINE US. BALONEY. NONSENSE. A DOCUMENT THAT WILL HAVE A SHELF LIFE OF TEN MINUTES BEFORE IT IS REDUNDANT BECAUSE OF ITS SHORTFALLS.
WHEN I WRITE ABOUT FOLKLORE, AND HOW IT DEVELOPED HERE…..AND IF IT WAS MORE ROOTED AND UNIQUE IN MUSKOKA THAN IN OTHER PLACES IN CANADA, I HAVE A BUZZ OF THOUGHTS ABOUT THE DISTINCT QUALITIES OF LOCAL FOLK TALES AND LEGENDS…..AND STORIES THAT INVOLVE THE PARANORMAL IN SOME WAY. WHAT DID MAKE MUSKOKA SOMEWHAT MORE UNIQUE, IN FOLKLORE, IS THAT IT WAS VERY MUCH A DIVIDED REGION ALMOST FROM THE BEGINNING. THE SPORTSMEN AND ADVENTURE SEEKERS WERE TRAVELLING TO MUSKOKA FOR THE GLORY AND ABUNDANCE OF ITS HINTERLAND HABITAT. GENERALLY, IT WAS NOT A PLACE FOR THE POOR AND DESTITUTE TO VENTURE INTO, JUST FOR HUNTING PURPOSES. THIS DID COME LATER, DURING THE HOMESTEAD YEARS. BUT SETTLERS COULD NEVER LIVE ON HUNTING AND FISHING ALONE. SHORTLY AFTER THE SETTLERS BEGAN ARRIVING IN THE REGION, AS FAR BACK AS THE LATE 1850'S, IN SOUTH MUSKOKA, THE SPORTING CREW, INCLUDING TIMOTHY EATON, OF THE EATONS DEPARTMENT STORES, LOOKED TO THESE HOMESTEADERS FOR ACCOMMODATION, AND SUSTENANCE. IN FACT, IT WAS EATON, STAYING THE FAMILY OF THOMAS AITKEN, IN WINDERMERE, WHO SUGGESTED THE HOMESTEADER EXPAND HIS LODGINGS, TO ACCOMMODATE HUNTERS AND ANGLERS FLOODING INTO THE REGION. THUS, THIS POWERFUL BUSINESSMAN SEEDED THE IDEA FOR WINDERMERE HOUSE, STILL A PREMIER RESORT ON LAKE ROSSEAU. THE RICH WERE PUSHING THE NOT SO RICH, TO HURRY UP WITH DEVELOPMENT, IN LARGE PART, TO FACILITATE THEIR RECREATION. IT HAPPENED. IT WAS THE FOUNDING TIMBERS OF THE PRESENT TOURISM BUSINESS. BUT IT DEPENDED ON A DIVISION IN THE CLASSES, ORIGINALLY, TO GET THIS INDUSTRY HUMMING. IT CAN BE SAID, WITH SOME ACCURACY, THAT THE "THEM AND US" RELATIONSHIP BEGAN IN THOSE YEARS. AND THE SETTLERS WERE GRATEFUL, BECAUSE THEY COULD GET WORK, HELPING TO BUILD THE LARGE RESORTS, AND OPERATE THEM, AS WELL AS SUPPLYING THEM WITH RESOURCES, FROM FIREWOOD, TO MILLED LUMBER.
THE INDUSTRY THAT IS MOST NEGLECTED BY "BRUSH-OVER" HOBBY HISTORIANS, AND THOSE GENERALISTS WHO BELIEVE TOURISM HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE END-ALL OF OUR ECONOMIC HERITAGE, WAS THE LOGGING / LUMBERING YEARS. AS FAR AS FOLKLORE GOES, IT WAS THE BIGGEST PRODUCER OF ORAL AND WRITTEN STORIES, AND FOR GOOD REASON. I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED TO MAKE SOME ATTEMPT, TO CALCULATE JUST HOW MANY SETTLERS, WHO HAD TO BECOME LOGGERS IN ORDER TO SURVIVE, PERISHED IN THE BUSH BY INDUSTRY MISADVENTURE. KNOWN AS ONE OF THE MOST DANGEROUS INDUSTRIES IN THE WORLD, EVEN BY TODAY'S STANDARDS, BACK THEN, THERE WAS NO SAFETY PROTOCOL TO SPEAK OF…….EXCEPT SAGE ADVICE EXCHANGED BETWEEN VETERAN AND NEWCOMER AT THE START OF EACH CAMP OR RIVER RUNS. THE PROBLEM OF COURSE, WAS THAT MANY OF THE PIONEERS TO OUR REGION, WERE FROM CITIES IN EUROPE, AND HAD NO EXPERIENCE FELLING THE GIANTS OF THE FOREST. MANY WERE MALNOURISHED TO BEGIN WITH, AND ALMOST ALWAYS UNDER-DRESSED, WITH DANGEROUSLY INADEQUATE FOOTGEAR, (BEING UNABLE TO AFFORD BETTER), AND WHILE UNDOUBTEDLY THEY COULD PURCHASE MATERIALS FROM THE COMPANY STORE, MOST COULD ILL AFFORD ANY EXTRAVAGANCE, EVEN IF IT IMPROVED THEIR CHANCES OF SURVIVAL.
SO SHORTLY INTO THE HOMESTEAD EXPERIENCE, THE MALES OLD ENOUGH TO WORK IN THE LUMBER CAMPS, DURING THE WINTER CUT, LEFT THE WOMEN IN CHARGE OF THE CABIN IN THE MODEST CLEARING, AND SPENT THEIR TIME HACKING AWAY AT THE WHITE PINE OF THE THICK MUSKOKA FORESTS. THOUSANDS WERE INJURED. THOUSANDS WERE KILLED. THOSE WHO SURVIVED THE EXPERIENCE, SOME OF MANY SEASONS, THE STRESSES ON THEIR BODIES MADE THEM LESS PRODUCTIVE ON THEIR FARMSTEADS. OUT IN THE BITTER COLD, WITH SAWS AND AXES, AND SLEIGH-LOADS THAT NOT ONLY KILLED THE HORSES EMPLOYED TO DRAW THE TIMBER ALONG THE ICED-OVER TRAILS, THE LIVES OF THE LOGGERS WERE ALSO SHORT ONES. THERE WERE THOSE WHO GOT RICH AS A RESULT OF THE FARMERS OFF-SEASON LABORS, BUT IT RARILY MADE IT BACK TO THE HOMESTEAD…..AS THE COMPANY STORE CALLED ITS LOANS; AND LIQUOR IN THE VILLAGES, TOOK THE REST. IT WAS THE FRAMEWORK OF INCREDIBLE STORIES OF HARDSHIP, HEROES, IMMORTALITY, AND MORTALITY. IT WAS THAT KIND OF BUSINESS. RIGHT DOWN TO THE RIVER RUN, WHERE THE LOGGERS HAD TO GET INTO THE THICK OF LOG JAMS, TO RESUME FREE FLOW; PUTTING THEIR BODIES AND PHYSICAL RESOURCES AT GREAT PERIL, JUST TO MAKE MONEY FOR THE COMPANY. THERE WERE STORIES OF GREAT LOSS. FATHERS AND SONS LOST IN THE BOILING RAPIDS OF MUSKOKA RIVERS. HOMESTEADS LOST THEIR FARM HANDS, IN THE RIGORS OF THE WINTER AND SPRING CAMPS, AFTER BEING CRUSHED BY THOUSANDS OF POUNDS OF MUSKOKA LOGS; HIT ON THE HEAD BY A FELLED TREE…..OR TUMBLING AND ROLLING DOWN INTO THE TURBULENT SPRING RIVERS.
I HAVE FOUND MANY RIVER-SIDE GRAVES, IN MY EARLY DAYS, EXPLORING THE MUSKOKA WATERSHED. I FELL INTO ONE, ADJACENT TO THE MUSKOKA RIVER, NEAR THE MOUTH OF LAKE MUSKOKA, AND I WOUND UP LAYING, AS THE BODY WOULD HAVE, WHEN COMMITTED TO THE GROUND AFTER THE DROWNING. THE ROUGH BOX, IF THEY EVEN WENT TO THAT EXTENT, HAD GIVEN WAY, AS DID THE EARTH, AND A PERFECT GRAVE SITE DEPRESSION CAUGHT ME BY SURPRISE. IT WAS COVERED OVER BY VEGETATION, BUT THERE WAS NO DOUBT WHAT IT WAS…..AS I'VE SEEN NUMEROUS SITUATED ABOVE THE RIVERS. THERE ARE STORIES ABOUT LOGGERS KILLED ON THE RAPIDS, OR IN THE AREA OF WATERFALLS, AND HOW AND WHERE THEY WERE BURIED ACCORDING TO THE ATTENDING CREWS. FACT IS, THEY HAD TO ACT FAST, BECAUSE OF THE RIGORS OF THE LOGGING RUN, GIVING THEM ONLY A SHORT TIME AT ONE CAMP SITE…..AND MANY MILES BACK TO THE HOME VILLAGES. THE BODIES OF THE DECEASED WEREN'T ALWAYS HAULED HOME FOR PROPER IDENTIFICATION BY FAMILY, AND A CHURCH BURIAL. THE VICTIMS WERE HAULED OUT OF THE WATER, IF THEY COULD BE FOUND AT ALL, AND SET INTO A HASTILY DUG GRAVE NEAR WHERE THE MEN ATE AND SLEPT. THE REASON FOR THIS, OF COURSE, WAS THAT THE HEAVILY TREED BUSH, AFFORDED VERY LITTLE ROOT-FREE SPACE, IN ORDER TO DIG A GRAVE, IN AN EXPEDIENT MANNER. SO HAVING CLEARED A CAMP SITE OVER MANY YEARS, REMOVING THE TREES, IT WAS EASIER TO DIG DOWN IN THESE SMALL CLEARINGS. SO IT BECAME QUITE CONVENIENT TO DEPOSIT THE DEAD VERY NEAR WHERE THE CAMP LOGGERS WERE HAVING THEIR LUNCH OR DINNER. THIS IN ITSELF GAVE RISE TO MANY STORIES, AS YOU MIGHT IMAGINE….ESPECIALLY AROUND THE CAMP FIRE, IN THE ILLUMINATION OF FLAME AND OIL LANTERN, ON THE WINDSWEPT LAKE AND RIVER BANKS OF OUR REGION.
THE INTENSITY OF THE INDUSTRY, AND ITS HUGE PERILS, GAVE RISE TO THE MORE FAMILIAR LEGENDS WE KNOW IN CANADA….THE FOLKS SONGS, AND GHOST STORIES THAT WERE TOLD AROUND CAMP FIRES, ABOUT LOGGERS STILL RIDING THE TIMBER DOWN THE CHUTES…..NOT KNOWING THEY'RE NOW, OF THE DECEASED. THERE ARE THOUSANDS OF REFERENCES, IN REGIONS WHERE LOGGING WAS A MAINSTAY INDUSTRY, OF HEROIC ACTS AND ACT-OF-GOD SURVIVAL STORIES, ALSO WRITTEN INTO LOCAL FOLKLORE. THERE ARE STORIES OF INCREDIBLE BRAVERY AND SUPER-HUMAN STRENGTH, AS I WILL RELATE IN UPCOMING BLOGS. LOGGERS WERE SAVED BY GOD'S GOOD GRACE, FROM BEING KILLED WHEN HIT BY FELLED TREES, THAT HAD GOT HUNG-UP IN OTHER PINES; RIVER DRIVERS WHO FELL INTO THE MASS OF TUMBLING LOGS, ONLY TO RESURFACE, UNSCATHED, FURTHER DOWN THE RIVER. THOSE WHO WERE CUT BY SAW AND AXE, WHO SHOULD HAVE DIED, BUT SURVIVED……WORKERS KICKED BY HORSES, BUT LIVED TO TELL THE TALE OF BEING AT HEAVEN'S GATE, BUT BEING TURNED BACK TO FULFILL THEIR MORTAL OBLIGATIONS. ONE BOOK, I USED TO OWN, WAS ENTITLED "FROM THE LUMBER CAMP TO THE MINISTRY," AND IT CONTAINED MANY POWERFUL STORIES, ABOUT THOSE WHO SURVIVED AGAINST ALL ODDS……AND CREDITED GOD FOR GIVING THEM ANOTHER CHANCE. THUS THEY HAD BEEN "SAVED" AT THE RIGHT TIME, TO APPRECIATE, AND CONFESS PUBLICLY THE SPIRITUAL GOOD GOD COULD BESTOW UPON HIS FLOCK.
YOU CAN IMAGINE, I'M SURE, THE HORROR OF SEEING A GROUP OF LOGGERS, COMING UP THE LANE TO THE FARMSTEAD CABIN, PULLING A SLEIGH, WITH A WOOL BLANKET CONCEALING THE CARGO. A DROWNED OR FATALLY INJURED LOVED ONE WAS BEING BROUGHT HOME TO THE FAMILY…….FOR PROPER BURIAL. IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN A GRAND-FATHER, FATHER, SON, UNCLE, COUSIN OR NEPHEW, AND IT ALWAYS MEANT, ON TOP OF GRIEF, THE REALITY THE FAMILY FARM WOULD SUFFER FROM THE LOSS OF MANPOWER THAT SPRING. THAT WAS THE HARD REALITY OF IMPOVERISHED SETTLERS IN MUSKOKA, DURING THE YEARS OF THE FREE GRANTS AND HOMESTEAD ACT. THERE WAS A LOT OF SUFFERING, AND IT WAS THE INSPIRATION FOR SAD SONGS, MEMORIAL POEMS, AND THE CREATION, OVER TIME, OF LOCAL FOLKLORE. FREQUENTLY THE STORIES DID INVOLVE SOME ELEMENT OF THE SUSPECTED PARANORMAL; AND LIKE THE STORIES TOLD BY WRITERS LIKE WASHINGTON IRVING, AND CHARLES DICKENS, THERE WERE MORALS THAT UNFOLDED IN THE FOLKTALES EVOKING THOUGHTS OF GOD AND THE DEVIL, GUARDIAN ANGELS AND FALSE PROPHETS, GOOD DEEDS AND BAD, HOBGOBLINS AND SPECTERS, SOMEHOW INVOLVING THOSE LOST IN THEIR LABOURS.
WHILE WE DON'T DRAW ON THE LOGGING INDUSTRY MUCH THESE DAYS, TO BROADEN THE SCOPE OF OUR BOOKS OF LOCAL HISTORY, IT ONLY REFLECTS ON THE STORY TELLER HOWEVER…..NOT ON THE WEALTH OF INFORMATION CONTAINED TO THE CONTRARY. IT'S GENERALLY, THE LAST PLACE GHOST HUNTERS LOOK, OR RESEARCH, TO PULL OUT THEIR FEW PALTRY STORIES, THAT APPARENTLY OFFER SOME DEFINITION TO OUR REGION OF THE PROVINCE……ON A BUDGET OF TIME AND INK OF COURSE. BUT WHEN THE STAUNCH AND STALWART HISTORIAN GETS A RARE CHANCE TO COMMENT, IN OUR MODERN MEDIA, WELL, IT WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE TO MAKE ANY RESPONSIBLE REPRESENTATION OF FOLKLORE, OR THE PARANORMAL IN THE DISTRICT OF MUSKOKA, WITH ONLY A PERIPHERY OVERVIEW; NOTHING SHORT OF A FULL EXAMINATION, OF ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT AND DEADLY INDUSTRIES WE HOSTED HERE, FROM THE EARLY 1860'S, WILL SUFFICE. YOU CAN'T DO IT ON A TIGHT BUDGET OF TIME, BECAUSE IT WOULD DENY A TRUTHFUL PRESENTATION OF THE LOGGING INDUSTRY, AT ITS MOST SUCCESSFUL AND MOST TRAGIC. MAKE NO MISTAKE; THE LUMBERING INDUSTRY WAS A HUGE ECONOMIC FORCE IN OUR REGION, AND IT MADE NAMES LIKE BOOTH AND DOLLAR THE STARS OF FLEDGLING NORTH AMERICAN INDUSTRIAL OUTPUT. AND THIS IS WHAT MOST OFTEN MAKES IT TO PRINT…..MORE SO THAN THE HUGE TRAGEDY OF WHICH IT WAS, I SUPPOSE, INCONVENIENTLY ASSOCIATED. MANY HOMESTEADS FAILED, BECAUSE MALE MEMBERS OF THE PIONEER FAMILIES WERE EITHER KILLED OR MAIMED BY THE VERY INDUSTRY THEY SOUGHT OUT, TO SAVE THEMSELVES FROM STARVATION……WHEN THE FARMS, AS THEY OFTEN DID IN THOSE DAYS, FAILED TO PRODUCE A QUALITY CROP. YES, IT WAS THE KIND OF DYNAMIC THAT PROVIDED THE FOLKISH RENDERINGS, TO BE SPUN INTO THESE TALES OF DEATH AND SURVIVAL. AS MUCH, THERE IS A PATINA OF THE LOCAL PAUL BUNYONS, THAT DESPITE THE SORROW THE LOGGING INDUSTRY CREATED, BECAME THE BRACING TIMBERS OF OUR COMMUNITIES……SOMETHING THAT IS FORGOTTEN TODAY, WHEN POPULAR HISTORIES ARE PENNED. IN SOME TOMES, IT'S AS IF THE BUSINESS AND POLITICAL CLASS BUILT THE COMMUNITIES THEMSELVES, WITH NARY A HOMESTEADER'S SHOULDER TO CARRY THE BURDEN…..NUFF SAID. WELL, I BEG TO DIFFER. AND I'VE GOT SOME FOLKTALES TO SET THE RECORD STRAIGHT.
PLEASE VISIT AGAIN, AS WE DELVE A LITTLE FURTHER BACK IN MUSKOKA HISTORY, TO SEE WHERE THESE FOLK TALES, AND SUPERSTITIONS GOT THEIR COMMENCEMENT……AND HOW, BY NEGLECT AND INDIFFERENCE, HAVE BEEN LOST IN THE MODERN ERA OF HISTORICAL REVISION, FOR CONVENIENCE, BY HAPPENSTANCE FEATURE WRITERS.
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