The Lucknow Sentinel, 1980-11-19, Page 611M1
By SsuldY .1!leholatott
Onr father) Alex Nicholson never
married ) at tet the, death of our.
motherTisabella MacDonald when
Atioa was about 13 Months old. He
thought best for the •children that
he, didn't. We ' were especially
fortunate to have had jane Phillips
for a housekeeper for about six
y.1§1-11l she n-iiiiiie'd7int TIOdgins
and moved to Stratford.
This picture Was taken before
Jane left. She went to a great deal
of trouble to have us look our best:
I have happy memories of picking
wild strawberries and raspberries
so -that we could have fruit to
Ifigersie:'• She gaVe me high inarkSr
for being able to pick and pick and
pick' withouit eating a berry. This
was not so easy for, my. sisters.
There were very good raspber-
ries on the farm Jake. Miller had at
least• two miles east of our• place.
Jane, the two girls and I would be
there about the time the early train
would, go through about 6 a,m.
While, it was a large patch there
were a lot Of 'pickers, so it paid to be
eat"-
' The first Christmas Jane was in
Stratford, Anna and I were invited
to visit during • the Christmas holi-
' days. We had three . trains a day
going each .way through Lucknow..
It was our first train trip, except to
Kincardine for the' Sunday School
pienic. Our directions by letter were
perfect, and, we turned up at their
home: on King Street, as' it had not
been clear just what train we would
arrive on. Our father, saw that •we
had a large chicken ready to he
roasted, which increased our bag-
gage.
Norma died in ,1959 and Anna has
in
'Photo by Treleaven 19111
-Norma, Anna and Sandy. Nicholson
been in the Pinecrest Nursing in Victoria where she had retired.
Home in Lucknow since suffering 'a. Marian and 'I moved tol'oronto in
stroke a few years s ago.. She is 1973 as all our family now resides in
happy to'be in Lucknow rather than Ontario. •
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Respect the flag
Twice in little over .a month the flag from the Legion
flagpole has been stolen. Besides the theft and disregard
for prOperty the act involves, it is also a serious lack of
respect for the nation's flag.
Canada's flag is a symbol of our nation and is
recognized as such throughout the world. To many, the
flag is our country and to insult the flag of someone's
country, is to insult him personally for everything he
stands for,
Men and women have fought bravely and given their
lives to secure the freedom we enjoy in our country
today, and our flag represents the freedom, integrity and
honour they fought and died for. There was a time when
to be, appointed flag bearer in one's company was one of
the most important positions held in the army. If thelflag
bearer wasicilled, another member of the company ran to
grab the flag before it hit the ground: To permit the flag
to touch the ground is still a grave disrespect for one's
country and' one's flag and all they-stand for.
It's difficult to understand why vandals create the
damage they do. Stealing a flag to some, isn't really a
serious crime but in some countries it carries a stiff
penalty, and regardless of the penaltyinvolved, everyone
should have :respect for our country and its flag,
Our acnestors have created a free and proud country.
We should not take our allegiance or our duty lightly.
Respect for oneself is .reflected in 'respect for Other's
property and especially • the flag of our country. edtrees
Beware o f stress
Stress has become a popular topic for seminars and
--both-eniWyeria-fdi and;-employees are becoming more aware
of the effects of stress on their working habits and their
home life.
In the newspaper business deadlines are a large part of
the causes of stress and at an Ontario Weekly Newspaper
Association Meeting,Norman Rebin, an expert in 'the
field of stress, offered some possible scilutions. The nice
thing about them is that anyone whether under stress. or
not could pay attention, Mr, Rebin suggests.
"People can't cope, he related...years ago people
would sing, chuckle or whistle on the stress: Much
spontaneity is gone...Canada used to be vibrant.
The ever-presence of bad news helps to create stress.
People use only 15 per cent of their physical capacity,
we tap about 12 per cent of our mental potential,
emotionally we tap no more than 5 per cent, and
physically, we use only one-half' of one per cent of our
potential.
We are strong! He assured, his rapt listeners.
- And if we remain physiologically healthy, and if we use
our facilities, we improve with age in every-way but--
physically.
He urged hearers to understand the image they project
to others. It reveals stress. And there are a multitude of
solutions. Be conscious' of stress; it's a killer.
"Court" your mate, profession, country.
Provide anticipation - look forward to tomorrow.
Provide privacy, time to unwind. Provide variety, and
look for simple pleasures. Have humor, enjoy people. Be
a caring human being."
—The Clinton News-Record
By Don Campbell
It was a night of terror for everybody on the Mavis.
Jamieson, the first officer, had been forced to take over
command from a arunken skipper, who had refused to
trim the canvas in the face of a'fierce Atlantic storm. The
first officer had- ordered 'the crew aloft to take in sail. It
was an order he had been reluctant to give' - sacrificing
the lives of'the crew in a desperate.attempt to save the
ship and its human cargo of Scottish immigrants.
If Jamieson had feared the power of the wind and the
waves, which tossed the little ship upon the ocean like a
cork, now 'too he had to battle a thunder storm
accompanied with driving rain which lashed at, the bodies
of the men in the rigging,' clinging for dear life as they
worked with wet ropes and slippery canvas. The blue
streaks Of lightning which ziz-zagged all around, sizzled
into the rolling waves and momentarily lit the sipping
decks of the Mavis.
The officer clung to, a kicking wheel as he gazed
anxiously aloft. His fears were not unfounded. From the
end of a yardarm the lightning caught the figure of a man
-whofell-from the-rigging. His last screams were muffled
by the tumult as he disappeared forever into the
merciless sea.
Water poured over the decks, carrying away any loose
objects which were •not secured. It ran down the
gangways and the steerage deck was covered with
several inches of water littered with refuse, through
which the confused passengers paddled around, looking
at each other for comfort and reassurance. Children cried
and clung to their mothers in fear. Everywhere, Gaelic
voices appealed to their God for mercy. ,
In the confusion, there were those who stood on the
wooden stairway, preferring to stand ready to dash
upwards to the open deck and take their chances, if the
ship should capsize, rather than be caught below the
most certainly drown. One of;these was Flora Fraser, But
there was no escape. Nowhere to move or stand in safety.
One of the larger waves broke'across the after part of the
ship, crashed through the steerage entrance and swept
the people on the stairway backwards, They fell down
onto the steerage deck, and underneath the Weight of the
crumpled heap _was Flora!
By the foremast, near the side of the ship and holding
fast to anything which would help him keep his-feet, was
Chippy Chisbolm. He kept looking first up at•the rigging
and then at the first officer at the wheel, ready to obey
any order that might come from the first officer. Inwardly
he said a prayer of thanks that he, atleast, was too Old to
be ordered up there into that swaying windswept
nightmare. As• he stood intently looking upwards, he
didn't see the captain 'Coming towards him, staggering,
with the .ship's movement and the effects of rum. In
morbid triumph, the skipper found a victim'; on whom
to .heap his wrath, in Payment for the humiliation he had
received from the first officer.,
' `So it's reef the topsails is it, Mr. Jamieson? All hands
aloft you say! And what about this thieving sailmaker?
All hands you say, Mr. Jamieson - well, get aloft then
Chisholm - you heard the first mate."
He brought his boot up sharply and kicked Chippy in
the groin.
"Aloft then, damn you, aloft I say. Oh my Gdd, you'll
pay for yeur disobedience."
Chippy Chisholm grasped the bottom of a Jacob's
ladder to prevent himself from t ping to-the deck. The
pain inflicted by 'the captain waNauseating. He was
lucky at that precise moment to hive a firm hold upon the
rope, ladder. A wave broke over the decks and alinoSt
carried him overboard.
The captain was not so lucky. Lifted off his feet by the
force of the water, he was first battered and then lifted
over the ship's side. As he was being swept overboard,
he found the end of a ,rope and frantically clung to it
whilst he dangled above the surface of the sea. Chippy
looked over the side and saw the terrified and hateful
face of his eternal enemy begging for mercy.
,"Help me!" the, skipper screamed in terror,
Had he not been overcome with pain, the sailmaker
might have found the strength to save the captain of the
Mavis. In later years thcise moments returned to haunt
him!. He saw the mountainous waves, felt the movements'
of a battered ship, and sometimes and perhaps the most
haunting of all - the pitiful last cry of a lost soul trailing
off into the wind.