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ousting King, Meighen found himself back in
Ottawa in the Senate where he became
government leader for the Conservatives.
In 1941, during a party emergency, he left
the Senate to once again lead the
Conservatives, but was unsuccessful in
winning a by-election and so could re-enter
the House of Commons. He retired from
political life and when he died on August 5,
1960, he was buried with his wife in St.
Marys. The plain tombstone can still be found
in St. Marys and people can still see the place
where he was born as well, though it is barely
marked and has deteriorated over the years.
Less than a mile west of the road going south
from the hamlet of Anderson (on the
Blanshard-Fullarton town -line) a laneway
stretches back a half -mile through a farm
owned by Wilbur Kernick. Back that laneway,
in a stone house over a century old, Meighen
was born, No one has lived in the house for
years, and those who are concerned about
history would like to see the place restored.
At present the only reminder that a prime
minister once lived here is a plaque installed
by the Ontario Archeological and Historic
Sites Board that stands in a park at Anderson.
The contrast to the memorials for his
arch -enemy King is clear. His birthplace at
Waterloo has been restored as have two other
King residences, Laurier House in Ottawa
and Kingsmere in the Gatineau Hills.
Even in the end, it seems, he always lost to
King.
The wind
The wind is blowing through the mighty pines
It blows with a lonesome wail.
When thr wind is blowing through the mighty pines
It would make a strong heart quail.
It will rise and fall like a lonesome call,
Hear the pine trees groan.
It is calling me to come and be free
To come and to seek my own.
I can't go with the wind; and so
The wind goes on alone.
But every fall I hear that call
Of the wind through the mighty pines,
It calls to me to come and be free
To leave my cares behind.
It will shriek and groan and softly moan,
Now a whisper now a shout.
It will rise and fall like a lonesome call
What a thrill; when the wind howls about.
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Mrs. Audrey Sprung
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