I received these aerial photos from Dolories Tremblay Weston who lived in Central Pat until 1951.
When the Nazis came for the communists, I remained silent; I was not a communist.
When they locked up the social democrats, I remained silent; I was not a social democrat.
When they came for the trade unionists, I did not speak out; I was not a trade unionist.
When they came for the Jews, I remained silent; I wasn’t a Jew.
When they came for me, there was no one left to speak out.
On the eve of 2014, I am feeling reflective, thankful, and hopeful.
The temperature is a cool -20 today, not one bit unusual for those of us who have lived in Central Patricia On. & Snow Lake Mb, and Chibougamau Qc. etc.
I’ve had a wonderful life with plenty of ups and downs and at this stage I only recall the ups. My life has been blessed with a family who all “turned out” and despite my many muddles, I “turned out” too.
I value the valuable: good health, good friends, inner peace.
I wish everyone the same in 2014!
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 4,300 times in 2013. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 4 trips to carry that many people.
I especially “love it” when there’s no plan but it ends up looking like one…Here’s a Christmas story.
My friend Pauline gave me a box of outdoor Christmas lights. They were the old fashioned, huge, multi-coloured, much used lights, and I wasn’t having them anywhere near the house in case they caught fire. However, (I always have a “however” in my life) I wanted to put them up somewhere outside.
The perfect candidate, was a small pine tree on the far left of the yard near the BBQ which had a source of electricity. My husband strung the lights, against his better judgment…sure that they would burn the tree down, or at least cost a fortune in power (which they did).
Snow fell all around it, dabbled the branches in white and the coloured lights burned through the snow. It was quite a sight. Friends called to tell me that they loved the little tree “in the forest”. From the road, it was odd and alone in the dark.
The following summer, I found it’s real purpose. My neighbor, a 80-ish lady living alone, told me how delighted she was to look out her kitchen window and see that beautiful little Christmas tree sparkling in the darkness.
Needless to say, year after year, we were happy to dig out those lights and recreate the scene, just for her.
When I was about five years old, I got a beautiful sweater for Christmas. That was a bit odd because we didn’t get clothes for Christmas, back then…only panties and hankies.
It was mauve, my mom’s favourite colour for me to wear and it was itchy, very, very itchy. Nevertheless, I wore it often because it was beautiful and I loved it.
One day, I discovered a piece of wool sticking out, so I tugged on it, and broke it off. After the next washing I noticed there was a small hole, but it was on the back where I couldn’t see it, and so I wore it because it was so beautiful AND I LOVED IT. In time there was another piece of wool poking through and I pulled on it. Before my eyes, strand after strand of wool unravelled and I couldn’t stop pulling and picking. It was fascinating- so orderly. Finally there was a big hole and I had a pile of ugly, curly wool that my mom said could possibly be made into a scarf. I was inconsolable.
I hadn’t meant to do that. I had destroyed the “fabric” of a favourite, beautiful thing.
I had forgotten about this kid story until today when I find myself similarly distressed, watching the PQ government picking and pulling at the beautiful fabric of our Province.
I just realized that the blogs are not all intact from May 2007. Central Patricia Gold Mines and several others seem to have been bumped off.
When I opened the site-it started with Montauban Les Mines, which would have been 1951/52 (?)
If you go to the “2012″ in review panel from Word press, you can see Central Pat….etc. It could be that I’ve exceeded my space.
Leave a message if you can’t access the blogs I’ve mentioned.
Best Regards to all,
The pic with myself and my brother is in front of the community hall about 1948 or so on the road to the mine site up from the river.
For “Ex-Pat’s” curious about the early history of this Northern Ontario area.
This may be an interesting article:
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 5,100 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 9 years to get that many views.