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Making the Fudge for that Special School Affair 1940s Noreen Tyers

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Making the Fudge for that Special School Affair 1940s Noreen Tyers
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When you were raised in the 1940’s and it war wartime, there were things you learned that you could not change as it was the just the way it was

I lived on a street in Eastview Ontario (now part of Ottawa) on a quiet little street. Across the street was a field and the railway tracks were on the other side of that. There were eight families on this street. As kids we all played together and you soon learned who was in charge and sort of in charge of street games like Red Rover and Hide and Seek. We also played baseball in the Summer and Hockey in the winter on the street. You would see little traffic on the street as some of the men were away fighting in the war or you just did not have a car.

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For your baseball game you picked out various articles as your bases, for example the old fire hydrant was third base, a stone on the street was 2nd base, a tree on the side of the road was first. This worked well as there was little to worry about, for they were just there. Grandpa did offer to make us bases but no one wanted the responsibility of picking up the bases when the game was over. For Hockey in Winter time your puck was mostly the droppings from the bread man or the milk man’s horse. One soon learned you wanted colder weather as the pucks stayed frozen in the cold, and that was important, after all no one wanted to be sprayed with horse droppings.

Out of eight families, three Dad’s were in the Army and away at war in Europe, my Dad was not accepted to the armed forces and my Grandpa was to old to join the army, although some of his sons, my Uncles, did go to war. Thank Goodness for Grandpas as he repaired all broken things and did give advice or correct if needed. He was kind of the one you went to if you needed some advice.

On our street money was not always to plentiful and we soon learned that our families did rely on each other for items and Mom might just run out when making a meal. You were never embarrassed to go to your friend’s mother for an item your Mom might need for a recipe. In fact there were times when my Mom would make a desert for all, and the next door neighbour would have the makings of a lunch, so the name of the game was sharing your goods. By the end of the war they were expert at pooling their resources, and no one ever went hungry and there were leftovers that could be the starter for the next meal.

During the war time there were Ration Books which dictated what was available to you and your allotment. Now living on a street where one family kind of overlooked looking after one another, and sharing was most prevalent. We had no car so the gasoline coupons were up grab, and trading was the name of the game, part of the bartering system.

It seems to me the war effort was in force and knitting needles were always handy to make something to send to a loved one overseas. I was taught knitting at a young age and soon was making scarves to send to the Red Cross., to go overseas.

School time was a good time and one did not think of things like war, or whose Dad was away. We participated in school activities and our learning. I cannot say that I ever hesitated going to school as I did enjoy the teachers the social time with friends. We lived close enough that we walked to school with our friends who lived on the same street and it was always enjoyable to be able to wave to our neighbours who lived on adjoining streets on the way to school. In so many ways I do think the older folk did enjoy the children and their laughter, not really a care in the world. The funniest thing was you might be eating an apple on you way back to school from lunch and it was nothing for one of your neighbours to say, now don’t throw that core on the street, make sure you put it in the garbage. As children we did not take exception to this friendly reminder.

Things seemed to be more friendly and people did help and look after each other. It was close to Halloween and there was going to be a get together and a party. As a child I was used to my Mom making fudge for special occasions at school. Well when we all arrived home from school, the Mothers were talking at the front door. I have to admit adults were so smart and in tune to the season and what was happening. Well noisy children coming home announcing was not new to these Moms, Mom we need some fudge for the party. With the ration books and the allotment of sugar, this I can remember being told “I don’t know if we have enough coupons for sugar”, we had the attention of all three Mom’s and there was Grandma and my Mom’s Aunt, and friend Joan, had a grandmother who lived on the street as well. In order for the kids to get their treat for the party, they had to round up coupons from who we could. We pooled our resources and we were just a tad bit short to make enough for three families. My older friend and neighbour up the street, Mrs. Pauquette, I could ask her. I sometimes dusted for her if I was saving for something I wanted. Up the street I went and sure enough she had some extra coupons as they were older and had no children and did not use the same amount as a family with children.

I have to say the next day when we came home for lunch, the fudge had been made, cut into squares and divided into three boxes. We all had our contribution to the party, thanks to the co-operation of family, friends and neighbours. We were all set until Christmas now, that is when the next school celebration would take place.

For some this was not good memories, but the comradeship with your neighbours and family certainly did help. As we take time out to remember on November the 11th, just remember those who did not return.

From the ✒

of Noreen

November 8,2020

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This recipe makes about 5 pounds of decadent  fudge.

  • 1 tall can (11 oz) Carnation Evaporated Milk
  • 4 1/2 cup white sugar
  • 18 oz Nestles or Ghiradelli semisweet chocolate chips (three small bags)
  • 1/2 pound butter
  • 3 tablespoons vanilla
  • Nuts, if desired (we’ve added crushed up candy canes on top of the fudge, stuff like that is tasty too!).

Put chocolate chips, butter and vanilla in large mixing bowl, set aside.

Bring milk and sugar to a rolling boil on medium heat in a large pan, stirring occasionally. When it reaches a rolling boil, time it for 6 1/2 minutes, stirring constantly.

Note: Amy suggested a temperature of 248F/120C on a candy thermometer but I needed to cook the fudge for double the time to get it there. Instead, I stopped cooking when flecks of caramelization started showing in the milk–about ten minutes, 225F. I wonder if the difference in altitude between her place and mine is a factor?

Pour the milk and sugar syrup mixture over the contents of the mixing bowl. Stir constantly until butter is completely melted, and the fudge is smooth and isn’t shiny. Add nuts if desired.

A 9×12 baking dish will hold the whole batch (either butter the dish or line with parchment paper first).  Or, pour into smaller containers to share.

read the rest here and amy’s story

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Childhood Movie Nights at Reliance Motor Court in Eastview — Noreen Tyers

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Childhood Movie Nights at Reliance Motor Court in Eastview — Noreen Tyers

My childhood was always imagination and I did kind of live in Never, Never, Land –it wasn’t confusing, just a very enjoyable time. I do believe that is why I can write some lines of things in my memory and they are happy thoughts. These little stories are not fictional they actually did take place. My childhood was great. I could go to places that didn’t cost money and would enjoy every minute of the time I spent there.

Simply climbing a tree, swinging upside down, singing away, or watching the train go by, and imagining where it was going. I could sweep the front yard saying busy me, busy me, as there was very little lawn as the big poplar tree did not permit grass to grow. Mind you Sewelley (Mrs. Sewell) used to come out and say,

“Put that broom down Noreen, I just hung my wash out”.

There was also a giant stone in the front yard that was the vocal sitting place, and all the heavy discussions of young children, took place there as well as your dreams of life. I did enjoy my own company and I do believe I should start remembering this now.

MOVIE NIGHT

This story shows how the family contributed to this business. One of those places was Movie Nights at Reliance Motor Court ( the Butler Hotel/Motel) on the Montreal Road. These movie nights I believe were held on Wednesday evenings in the Garden. The movies shown were either, travel logs, or it could be a National Film Board Feature, and of course there were cartoons. (By the way the best part of the evening) We attended and so enjoyed our evening out at no cost.

Wincott Wood Folding Adirondack Chair

We would sit in the garden in the Adirondack Chairs, that were spread throughout the garden or just sit on a blanket on the lawn if there were a lot of visitors. If it was a damp evening the chairs with a blanket were much more snuggly. These chairs were made, painted and maintained by my Grandfather, John A Lahey.

As a child I did think my grandfather was very special, as he always created and looked after his creations, so they always looked good. I was proud of my Grandfather and thought he was just so smart and he truly was, always a friendly face with a big smile, yes he was my shining star. When I think of it he also looked after the tables in our Sunday School at St. Margaret’s Anglican Church, he did make them look like new.

There were always tourists at the Reliance Motel and sometimes there would be families from the Armed Forces that would be transferred to Rockcliffe Airport. These families would be waiting to go into their new abode in the PMQ.’s. (Permanent Married Quarters) in Rockcliffe Air Station. There were usually children around our ages so it was new children to play with. Have to admit in my early teenage life I did babysit for Reliance and their patrons. I met so many nice families and always was asked to babysit again.

They were always very busy at the motel and our family was quite involved, my grandfather and his handy work was always doing something, either painting, repairing or creating. My dear Uncle Earl looked after the grass and the gardens, and he did have a green thumb. He would spend a great deal of time planning the flower beds and when he was finished they were pictures to be seen and always well groomed. Yes he did deadhead the plants, something I learned from him at a young age, and he always said in order to have a garden— Two Rules: first you weed, second you deadhead and just make sure you clean up after.

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It was no wonder the gardens at Reliance were something I would always admire as it was a good feeling place. Many a picture was taken of the garden with all the pretty flowers. Uncle Earl also cut the grass throughout the Motor Court, there was many little cabins, housekeeping cabins and a motel. There was a great deal of grass to be cut and picked up after. In so many ways I did think our family did help to create the success of this business. For in my family there was pride and if you wanted to have a nice looking spot, it did take work.

Forgotten Vanier: The Butler Motor Hotel - Spacing Ottawa

After my siblings were all in school, my mother thought maybe she could earn some extra money. She went to work at Reliance Motel as their short order cook for breakfast and lunch. After the rush was over she would go into her baking mode, would you believe 17 to 24 pies a day. She would make Apple, Cherry, Butterscotch Cream, Coconut Cream, Lemon and Strawberry Rhubarb when in season. This was a busy occupation and many a day she would do over one hundred breakfasts meals, and of course there were sandwiches, soup and hamburgs for lunch.

I can remember being called to come in and give a hand, scraping of dishes and loading the dishwasher on many occasion. It happened once or twice a week that Mom would get a call at home asking if she could bake a few more pies as they ran out. Over one of the Butler Boys would come to pick them up, and they knew that would get a piece of warm apple pie and a glass of milk while waiting for the pies to come out of the oven. As a young girl I can remember that each year in the few weeks when the Tennis Matches were going on at the Rideau Tennis Club, on Riverside Drive, my mother would leave very early for work and come home late as they just loved those pies.

Other family members that worked at Reliance was my Dad who would clean the office twice a week. A cousin, Edie worked on the Front Desk for quite a few years and was a secretary for the three Mr. Butlers, Fred Sr. Fred Jr and Norman. They all held the title of president to the Ontario Tourist Association.

As you see the family was very involved in the Reliance Motor Court. Mr. Butler Senior put a gate in the back fence between Gardner Street and Reliance as it was very handy to get to work instead of walking down the Railway Track. The girls of Gardner Street also used the gate to get to Church activities and Girl Guides. I do have to say that it did kind of frightened me to walk the tracks at night. I always thought how kind he was for looking after the girls of Gardner Street.

Mind you in turn, you always had to be on your best behaviour and at all times polite and remember your manners. I also enjoyed the fact that in our neighbourhood including our street we all grew up together, and relied on one another, and neighbourhood watch was practised, long before it became the in thing to do. In our neighbourhood we were all very close, went to school together, did homework together, and always shared secrets and went to Sunday School together. It was a good childhood. with lots of love, some tears, and big gumdrops from Grandpa on your birthday.

From the Pen  of Noreen May 17/18

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The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
04 Aug 1959, Tue  •  Page 30

Just Me Growing Up in the Early 1940’s Noreen Tyers

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Just Me Growing Up in the Early 1940’s Noreen Tyers

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Now I did not come from a wealthy home, but there was always enough food on the table and my mother and the next door neighbour, as we called her Sewelly, were two thrifty individuals.  In the two families there were seven Children, three girls and four boys. Sewelly’s husband was in the Army and away at war in Italy at the time.

In this era there was Ration Books and for some things you had to use a stamp from the book  to buy certain items I am not sure of exactly what was covered in the books or what needed a coupon.  I do know that meat and sugar were two of the items also gas for your car. That did not affect us as we had no car, so the coupons were passed on to other members of the family, who did have a vehicle..

During that time money was not in abundance in our home, with four children clothes, food and accommodation to be paid, you did what you could to maintain your household.  Now Sewelly and Mom came up with an idea for noon time when the children would come home for their lunch. As parents they realized that in order to stimulate little minds, children needed nourishment with good foods.  Their solution one would cook the main meal the other desert, depending what they had on hand in the larder. I do have to say this was a great idea as the children received a good variety using different family.
recipes.

Getting close to payday maybe you did not get what you thought you should but then you were fed.  Both women were good cooks and could create something with very little. One has to remember there was not always refrigerators and one required an Ice Box to but the food that would spoil.   Meat was a problem and you would cook it up before it spoiled and then you would further create with it. Shepherd’s Pie with minced leftover roast, Soup made from Bones, be it chicken or vegetables with  meat Left over from roast. One dish I do remember was can of pork & beans with a can of Scotch Broth soup and some sliced onions for taste. Some bread crumbs on top and brown in the oven. That is when we were all introduced to soup made from ground beef, as we would say hamburger soup.  I think the name came from the fact that there were also tomatoes in the soup and it did taste good on those cold winter days.

Our family was lucky as my mother’s cousins were Butchers working for a well known Meat Shop in Ottawa and come Saturday evening would be given their share of unsold items.   We were on their share list and as a result always lucky enough to have a great Sunday Dinner Roast, be it Pork or Beef, maybe a Ham with a Bone. This then allowed a good pot of Pea Soup to be made.   You know your parents and grandparents would say WASTE NOT, WANT NOT , things were not thrown out, if you could not cook it, there was always someone who could use it, of course you knew your neighbours and you shared.     Some of the cuts of meat would be, Liver, Heart, lambs fries or sweet breads Pork Hocks, (Pigs Feed and Cabbage or Head Cheese made from these) and just any other cut that would have been on display in the counter that did not sell, sausages, ground beef   pork chops whatever. There was one thing about it the sharing was always part of the meat package. When I stop and think there were a few families that would benefit and eat well, like we did, even though you might not like the name of the creation at hand, beef steak and kidney pie.  If one just ate and did not ask the name of the dish they were just fine. Maybe it was a good idea for kids to be seen and not heard, as they would not complain.


My Mom who made delicious pies would go to the fruit store for fruit that was not just as fresh as it could be and make pies, peaches, apples, blueberries.  Rhubarb and raspberries from Grandma’s garden, in season . She would also do raison, custard, lemon, coconut Cream for Dad. Of course there was always tourtieres, always at New Years Eve, with such a great flavour and very nutritious or pigs in a blanket, now today we would be busy counting the calories instead of filling our faces, and enjoying the taste.

While on the topic of sweet things. Oh MY GOoDnEsS, my Mom’s Fudge.  To this day I have never tried to make fudge, would you believe that I convinced myself  it just would not taste the same, so therefore afraid to try. Today our children would ask how do you make it and they would start very young Rather foolish on my part as this is now something from my childhood lost.  I never did make I just ate whatever was in site, definitely did not like to share, I did under protest. There was always Fudge at Christmas, Valentine Day, sometimes Easter, Halloween and you could ask for your birthday.  My favourite was Maple with Raisins, especially when fresh Maple Syrup was available second favourite Chocolate. My mother always made a treat to take to School for Special Occasions :
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When I think about it, my Mom would make fudge for people and they would pay her.  This was done around Christmas time and she would use the money for Santa gifts, for the family.  My Mom was a very thrifty person and with her baking and fudge was able to keep herself in pin money and any special occasion that came up she was prepared.

Her cooking and baking habits continued and after we were all in school, she took her recipes and skills to Reliance Motor Court in Eastview and became the short order cook and a baker of pies making from 20-30 pies a day more on Fridays to cover the weekend and even then the Butler Boys, would come to the house to have her make more pies.   People would come back to this establishment and ask if the pie baker was the same person. That was my Mom

Family life was good yes we lived in a poor repair, rental house and also  we wore 2nd hand clothes, did it hurt me not really, made me feel how lucky I am today with what I have now.  Yes my parents gave us the basic in material things, but gave us a lot of love, friendship and values that is all that matters to me today.

From the Pen
of Noreen
Sept 2018





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In The 1940’s
As a child, for some reason the fascination with trains and the tracks was always there.  Maybe it was due to the fact my Dad rode the trains from New Brunswick to Ottawa after he went to find his Mom who had left  him in England.  He had little money in his pocket when he arrived in Canada and this was a way to travel the country and not have to pay.
I spent much time watching the trains, there were side tracks between Montreal Road and McArthur Road.  On certain tracks they would drop of various sections of the train..  There was a place for Oil Tank cars to be emptied into the Permanent oil tanks.  There were cattle cars filled with Cattle to be dropped off at the slaughter house.  Now this was not a nice place one could hear  the cattle and the end result was not a good one.
Across the two lane of tracks was National Grocer and they had a set of tracks to drop off the groceries, to be delivered to the various stores in the area.  Fruits and Vegetables arrived this way, we sometimes would investigate the premises of these box cars and sample the goods.  Now workers from National Grocery would spot us and tell us of the many spiders that could be found in the bananas.  This did not deter us for when the thought of fresh fruit  took over we would once again investigate. I did very well climbing the cars once again I was with the boys.  (A BIT OF A BAD CHILD – MAYBE  – sure no prissy little girl.)  Now one has  to remember FRESH Fruit was a luxury item as money was tight.
I had become at ease with the trains and had little fear.  I would wait for them to stop at the various spots and before long would be climbing on the ladders, hanging on and going to the next stop and jumping off.  Our neighbors and playmates had moved from Gardner Street to Queen Mary Road in Overbrook, I was rather bored and came up with the idea that maybe I should ride the train to see the kids.  I could drop off on Queen Mary Street, as it was a crossing and the train went slower, I was quite confident and though this will be easy.
Now one gets to know the times of the trains so it was not hard to plan my time. .  You soon realize that the train usually slowed down between the Montreal Road and McArthur Road. Over to the tracks I went and when the train was going by I reached for the rail.  I was so intent on what I was doing I hadn’t noticed my Dad was behind me.  Just as I was reaching he grabbed me by the back of my clothes.  At that moment I was never so frightened for I thought I was going to fall under the train and be run over.
I do not think my feet touched the ground the whole way home. And I did get punished.
YES THE BUTT WAS RED
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historicalnotes
The Vanier Parkway, specifically the portion between Prince Albert and Beechwood, was constructed along the same route that once carried the tracks of the Bytown and Prescott Railway Company through the commercial, industrial and residential areas of today’s Overbrook, Vanier and New Edinburgh. At the time the railway was constructed, this area of the Ottawa region was known as Junction Gore—the northwestern corner of Gloucester Township located at the junction of the Ottawa and Rideau Rivers.
The area continued to grow and small businesses started to open up along Montreal Road and McArthur. By 1909, the villages of Janeville, Clarkstown and Clandeboye amalgamated to form the new village, and then town, of Eastview. Sizable vacant lots along the railway provided the opportunity for larger industries to set up shop.

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