A Father I never wrote About




This is my father Arthur Knight. Former alderman and deputy mayor of Cowansville, Quebec and campaign committee member for former Quebec Member of the Legislative Assembly Jean Jacques Bertrand for the District of Missisquoi from 1948 until his death in 1973 who was also the 21st Quebec Premier.

Chief cook at the Oyster Stew dinner every year at Trinity Anglican Church in Cowansville, Lion’s Club president, Masonic Lodge Master, Branch #99 Legion member which my Grandfather help found. He was also a baseball player, and a man that the people of Cowansville came to with their problems.

In reality I never knew how much he did for people until readers found out that I was his daughter and emailed me. His electrical business, the F. J. Knight Company on South Street that my Grandfather founded in 1920 went bankrupt in the 70s. The only reason it failed was because of all the bills he let slide to help people out. Eventually it catches up to you.

My father and I never got along because he wanted me to carry on the family tradition of joining the army. Being different all my life I was hell bent on leaving the small rural town of Cowansville to become a fashion designer which was unheard of in 1967. So I left town at age 15.5 and did what I set out to do much to his sadness.

Meanwhile my Dad had a wife that was sick from the age of 14 and when they married at 20 she was in the hospital most days until she died at age 34. Most nights he road the McCrum transport trucks to Montreal to see my mother with Fred Rychard driving him back and forth.

I never really knew my Dad, and I know today it was through little fault of his own. After my mother died when I was 12 the town of Cowansville became his happiness. I could not understand why he was never home, and my late sister Robin and I were always home alone.

This year I became a town councillor and I understand why he was never home, and I thank my husband Steve for being so patient. I understand when you take this job how important it is to do a good job. Some days I feel like I am NOT doing enough. I get SO frustrated because I want to do so much but things do not work like that. You have no idea. Today, I have become my father’s daughter and never realized it.

Some day I must make peace with all of this. I know I told my father in anger that he loved the town of Cowansville more — and today I understand. I had NO idea, and today I do. Yesterday’s gone. There’s nothing you can do to bring it back.  Like my Dad I love my town and really, finally, we do have things in common— both our veins run deep in the communities we love.

Steve Yaver—— People think it’s a part time gig, when that’s the furthest from the truth. Meetings way beyond Council, numerous contacts from constituents that need to be answered, and most importantly, a desire to do what’s best for the town and the most underrepresented people in the community. I am so proud of you and keep doing what you are doing.

 July-August 1952

Cowansville Soft Ball League

Barker: row from left to right: Eugène Lacoste, Carl Cotton, Paul Matton, Waldo Cleary, manager, Arthur Knight. Bottom Row, same order: André Gingras, Roch Pépin, Mr. Laliberté, mascot, Edmond Talbot, Charles Veillette and Maurice Chabot.–Ville de Cowansville

About lindaseccaspina

Before she laid her fingers to a keyboard, Linda was a fashion designer, and then owned the eclectic store Flash Cadilac and Savannah Devilles in Ottawa on Rideau Street from 1976-1996. She also did clothing for various media and worked on “You Can’t do that on Television”. After writing for years about things that she cared about or pissed her off on American media she finally found her calling. She is a weekly columnist for the Sherbrooke Record and documents history every single day and has over 6500 blogs about Lanark County and Ottawa and an enormous weekly readership. Linda has published six books and is in her 4th year as a town councillor for Carleton Place. She believes in community and promoting business owners because she believes she can, so she does.

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