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Jack’s in Charge-Scary Stories — From the Pen of Noreen Tyers

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Jack’s in Charge-Scary Stories — From the Pen of Noreen Tyers
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Dear Linda
Another story for you

Childhood , Oh so scary childhood “Mom don’t leave big brother in charge” maybe we can come with you… Please!

Jack’s in Charge-Scary Stories
I have a brother who I love dearly but as a twelve year old left in charge of his two younger sisters while Mom and Dad went down the street three doors away to visit Grandparents.  Brother dear was left in charge, OH DEAR, oh dear.

My Brother, could not do any  wrong, in my Mothers eyes.  He always obeyed my mother’s request, at least he told her he understood and he would go get our parents should there be any trouble    Sweet Boy, NOT ..  OH YEAH!  I would say to my sister oh here we go again what will he do now? He was a good brother but he sure scared us sometimes.  He did know how to creep us out!

In my childhood there was no television, you would listen to the radio, and on Sunday evening there were horror or horrible shows as I would call them.  Sound effects and voices were so scarey, creaky doors, screaming people, piercing sounds, footsteps to name a few.  I still shiver

Dear Brother would get two chairs and place them in front of the radio.  He would then say, sit  down,  First time it happened we thought we were going to play, musical chairs or something.  But OH NO., Brother dear would go and get a couple of my Dad’s ties and tie us to the chair.  He would then turn up the radio and shut off the lights.

Oh we were so frightened my younger sister would be crying, I would be screaming and no he did not stop   He would just wait for a scary part in the program and then he would crawl under the chairs and grab our legs. The programs THE SHADOW KNOWS and the GREEN HORNET.

I do not know how my sister and I survived, you know much later in Life around the age of 45, it was discovered I had been born with a hole in my heart, this problem was never medically repaired or had any family Doctor  known it was there. Over  the years this caused major heart problems , and I ended up with Open Heart Surgery.. Here was this sweet thing scaring us to death, he was supposed to protect us, so I thought.

When the shows were over he would untie us put everything away, my parents would come home shortly after.   Once again my sister and I would say that Brother was mean to us and tied us to a chair.  Mother would say, “I don’t think he would do that.”  She would ask him ‘’did you put those programs on the radio’‘and he would admit to it.  Mom would say he will not do that again and that would be the end of the conversation.

Needless to say the next trip down the street by our parents to our Grandparents we would know, Here comes the Green Hornet, and experience the same treatment.  One night shortly after, my mother, went out she did not go down the street right away, when the lights went out, she came in and caught him.  WHEW   we were safe AND THEY WERE NOT HEARD AGAIN.  So ended LISTENING TO THE GREEN HORNET AND THE SHADOW KNOWS, and I am stronger for it.  I think!

From the pen of Noreen—July 2018
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Adventures at Dalhousie Lake at the Duncan’s Cottages —- From the Pen of Noreen Tyers

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Adventures at Dalhousie Lake at the Duncan’s Cottages —- From the Pen of Noreen Tyers

 

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Oh sweet childhood, with just so many memories, one wonders if anyone else out there has them. Adventures at Dalhousie Lake at the Duncan’s Cottages. You have followed me on some of my little happenings at Richard’s Castle in Snow Road, but did you know I had another spot that held so many fun memories.

The place was close to Snow Road, just down the road, or come to think of it maybe up the road.  We also spent holidays at Dalhousie Lake, and the Duncan’s Cottages.As with Snow Road, it seems to me our extended family was never very far away, just next door or down the path at another cottage.  I am sure in some ways it was more of a holiday for the grown ups as there were always load of kids to chum with.

This left our parents, aunts, uncles, and ofcourse the matriarch of the family Grandma and Grandpa, time to do as they please without so many children underfoot.  Oh they must have been tired with all the questions, as we were city kids, and here we were at the cottage and a stones throw to a real live working farm, cows and all.Mr and Mrs. Lindsay Duncan were just wonderful people, and like my own grandparents always there to show you how something worked.  In a way they must have been overwhelmed with our questions. Our parents did not seem to worry when we went to the farm as they knew someone would keep an eye on us, and give us direction should we need it good or bad.While at the Lake not only did we have the opportunity to swim and fish.

But there were just so many more things going on.  During the day you could watch the eggs being gathered or the cattle being milked.  As children we were shown and had the opportunity to experience these tasks. I can say that my best times were on the hay wagons, the Duncan boys would be throwing the bales of hay from the ground onto the wagon.  Yes This girl did try and I do not think the bale was even pulled out of place,Most of the time I was a dreamer thinking I could pick it up and then put it on the wagon. We were allowed on the wagon but you were directed where to stand.   Now when the Wagon was empty, we were allowed to jump into the pile of hay from the second floor of the Barn.

Poor Mr.Duncan by the time we would go back to the cottage I am sure he would be worn out.  Just think of it a bunch of scrawny little city kids thinking they could keep up with Farm Chores.  I am sure he would have a headache from the questions and keeping an eye on us to keep us safe.The first time we went to get the milk, and cream my mother took us,from then on if you were at the farm you would bring it home with you.

If it was too early you would come back and Mrs. Duncan would give you what you needed and back to the cottage you would go.  Sometimes we would go gather up some wild berries and we would be treated to some berries and whipped cream. This was a treat as Mom Would make sure she packed her hand whipper to whip up the cream. That was my Mom always thinking what would make our life enjoyable. I don’t know if you know how small wild strawberries are, but it sure took some hunting and picking to get a small cup.  That was fine for it was just the experience of doing it that mattered and it kept us busy.

 

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This is a childhood Memory (not a good one and I have to admit one that almost sent me into Cardiac Arrest) It also was not funny as I was so frightened of snakes.

You know when I think of this one, my older brother sure was not nice on that Day..
I will have to take you back with me, a to the age of about 12, I might add many moons ago.   We were at a friend of my parent’s cottage.  To set the stage my Mom had, had major surgery at the time, today it is not as invasive as it was then.  This friend and Godmother to my sweet brother, had a cottage up near Calabogie, Ontario.  She was kind enough to suggest to my parents that maybe they could spend some time at the cottage and give my mom a chance to get over her operation and she would be there to oversee the Children, and get the meals.

Now this lady was a super person, somewhat authoritative and things were to be done her way.  As a child I used to think, she was a tad bit on the mean side, and when she said jump you sure did not ask, how high.  Now this does not sound like a fun place to be but it was when your chores were done.  That is where I learned how to make a bed with square corners, I can tell you, for me it did take time to get it perfect and it did have to be perfect, you know bounce the coin on it.  Now a good outcome I earned my bed making badge for Girl Guides. There was an upside of this situation as I was working on my Gold Cord, anyone that has been in Guides will understand.

It was a cottage, no electricity, no plumbing, just an outhouse.  Now this outhouse was very clean and there was nothing that should have scared a young child, B U T ……….

My ever- loving, brother always had a tendency to enjoy playing bad deeds upon his sisters, I do love him but then, I sure did not.  I decided that day he was mean, miserable and scared me half to death.  Little did I know that he had visited the outhouse before me, and spotted a problem, did he advise anyone… NO!

After my lesson in bed making I did have to go to the wash room, now being a girl I did not like the outhouse.  What had to be, had to be, buck up kid go to the bathroom or wet your pants.  Now can you imagine the lecture had an accident happed, no I did not want to face this.  Out I went and I really did need to go, in fact almost did not make Whew success I made it, my little dance with crossed legs helped.

Well when I went to get the toilet paper I noticed it, on the bean near the roof was a nest, in the nest was mother snake and a lot of little Crawley, slimy, reptiles hanging down.  OH MY GOD, I grabbed the door and went to open it., yes even with the pants still down.

Well the door would not open, I yelled I screamed I did do a war dance and no one was coming to my rescue.  My dear, sweet, older Brother locked the door from the outside. After what seemed to be an awful long time my Mom’s friend came out wondered what the noise was all about and opened the door.  I was crying, screaming and just a mess.  Now this was not the way a good Girl Guide should act, you are to BE PREPARED at all times.  This girl was not prepared or amused and somewhat in a stage of PANIC!

Mom’s friend tried to calm me down, but I do have to admit, I wanted my Mom not her friend.  Now she was the Leader of the Girl Guides and I am sure I would not have passed my OUTDOOR BADGE that day.  She was trying to impress upon me that the snakes were harmless, as an adult that might be, but to a child who did not like snakes, they were dangerous and would do me harm.

My sweet brother got a good talking to.  It is a good thing my Mom was not feeling well as it would have been one of those times when gathering a switch would have been the order and I am sure she would probably have used it in different circumstances.

YES I AM STILL AFRAID OF ALL SNAKES AND YES I STILL BELIEVE THEY WOULD DO ME GREAT HARM.

Did the phase my Brother, NOT such a sweet child!
From the Pen
of Noreen
July 2018
PS; when we lived on the farm and I was picking my asparagus There was a snake in the patch.  Never went without my cat Chicklet. She did do in a tiny green copper snake YUK You see I still need protection even as an adult.
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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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My old Orange Hat was a very special Hat, it was one I crocheted many, many years ago while living at the old Farm, on County Road 16, at R. R. # 4, Lanark Township.   We had moved to the farm in 1977 from Ottawa.



The property we bought consisted of 150 Acres, with a Century Farm on it, and there was a very sweet Maple Bush and an old Sugar Shack.  One has to remember that our little family had moved from a home that was about five years old. We lived in Beacon Hill, North in Gloucester, suburb of Ottawa.



My husband worked as the head electrician at the Pollution Control Centre (Sewage Treatment Plant) which was operated by the City of Ottawa.  After finding this property it was decided that we would sell the new house and all, and move to the Country. Oh man Culture Shock, for sure.  This would mean that hubby would be driving about 55 miles as the crow flies. Well this was on the bucket list, so we went with it.



Now the previous owner had operated a Market Organic Garden and he also processed Maple Syrup during the season.  Here we were, two kids 9 and 5, a dog and a cat, and Nan came along with us. We were young and thought piece of cake, throw the seeds in and all of a sudden the veggies would come up and grow. I had 20 rows of asparagus, 200 feet long.  It was ready to be harvested in Black Fly season. OH HELL! Now as if this was not enough before long we had 50 Chickens, 25 Turkeys, 2 pigs, 2 Geese, Muff and Duff and a few other barnyard creatures. We had a cute little Banty Rooster, and a few free range chickens and a Muscovy Duck, who was a frisky young fellow.  Now the Muscovy did not stay with us to long. He would chase the kids and bite, he did leave a nice little pinch mark and it was not nice, so he went to reside with someone else.



When one takes on a new adventure, I do believe they sometimes think they are more ambitious than the ambition they have.  Little did we think out our plans. Then nothing ventured, nothing gained so with the help of great neighbours and family, we soon learned some of the tricks of the trade.  I never thought out what we were thinking of doing, Gerry was working in Ottawa and here was I doing the overseeing of our venture.



During the winter sometimes hubby did not make it home and stayed with family in Ottawa.  I had lots of time on my hands in the evenings and decided I would fill in time doing crochet work.  I had planned to put in vegetables again in the spring and thought maybe, you could make a garden hat.  I could crochet and just how hard would it be to create my own designed, very special hat. I had bought some rattan craft thread, a nice orange, which I thought would be bright and cheery.



I have discovered that one does not necessarily need a pattern all you had to do is try it on every few rows for size and go from there.  One has to remember that Nan had come up to the country and lived with us. She was an expert crochet guru and if I should run into trouble the expert was right there.



Well I tell you I had one of the best designed garden hat there was to be had and it sure was a bright orange.   You were able to spot the hat from a good distant and I was extremely proud of my achievement. Now we went to the craft shop and I bought some miniature garden tools and attached to the hat for decoration.  It was the talk of the town I am sure and when people stopped by to buy some of our asparagus in the Spring or the Corn in late Summer the hat was on my head and I sometimes wondered what they thought. When I think of it, it won a 1st prize in the Middleville Fair, imagine that.   I have to say I did enjoy my old hat and it was with me all the time on the farm, eleven years.



Now when we moved to Perth the hat did come with us.  It was a little tattered somewhat out of shape and had lost some of it’s zip.  I managed to keep it going and wore it in my garden at 10 Victoria. I am sure the kids at the high school across the street thought, what the dickens has that women got on her head.  I had noticed a few odd looks from time to time but it did protect me from the sun. During the winter one year I had left it hanging on the hook in the summer kitchen, well mother mouse had been looking for nest stuffing and chewed a wee hole in my crochet hat.  Everyone knows that in crochet work if you don’t pick up and stitch the hole could grow, well it did until I discovered it in the Spring when I went to put it on my head. I did feel sad about my antique old orange garden hat, but then it had served its purpose.



For some reason I could not throw out the hat and just continued to wear it, I was attached to it and we had memories the old hat and I.  Daughter dear would just groan if she happened to drop in and see me with it on.



Here we are October the ninth, in the year 1999, Daughter Dear’s wedding day.  Now we were just about to leave for the wedding and I thought the Orange Hat. Daughter dear loved orange and I thought it might just do the trick.  On went the hat, I borrowed the bridal bouquet and then called her to come and take a picture before we left. She did take a picture but assured me that it was not coming with us to the wedding, so back in the summer kitchen it went.



Now when we moved to our home on Bathurst in 2017, hubby and I came over the day before the move.  Daughter dear was in charge of the move, the Orange Hat never made it in the move. I shudder to think it was deposited in the dumpster, that was the end of my hat that had been around since the Winter of 1977, POOR THING.  Yes, I do miss my creation, my beautiful bright orange garden hat. I could have exposed it to my new neighbours in Perthshire, it was a Senior, sorry it was only 40 years old but I am over 65, a Senior so they tell

 SO LONG MY DEAR HAT, I WILL MISS U

From the Pen

of, Noreen

July 7, 2018

 

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Another little story from our stay at Snow Road Ramblings from Richards Castle from the pen of Noreen Tyers from Perth


The Front Door Bell

   
We lived in a rather humble  abode, not much money in those times but a lot of love.  We had very close relationship with our extended family and enjoyed our time with them.

Upon arriving at the stone house on Snow Road, Grandpa felt there were a few things to put in order.  It was he who had the responsibility of renting and making sure that nothing got broken on our stay there.  It was as if he took on this chore and he made sure everyone toe the line. There was always a space in time when he and Grandma  had to prepare for the onslaught of the rest of the family and of course the young ones, and there were a few.

On the front door there was a door bell, that you would twist and it would ring.  There was no electricity at the house and the bell worked manually (turn the little knob and barrrring ).  For we children this was a new found toy and we took pleasure making it work and hearing the bell sound. After all we didn’t have one of these treasures at home, nor had I seen one before coming to the Stone House at Snow Road.  Before very long Grandpa would roar and come to the door. He soon learned that he should take out the ringer part and put it away until we were leaving, which he did!

At the time we were all disappointed that our new found toy did not work and therefore  of no interest any more. Grandpa did get some peace of mind knowing that it would not get broken, there would be no ringing and he had no trouble in reassembling before he left,

The sound of that ring of the bell and Grandpa’s  roar can still be heard in the halls of Richard’s castle.

From the Pen of Noreen

 

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Summer Holidays at Snow Road Cleaning Fish — From the Pen of Noreen Tyers of Perth

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Summer Holidays at Snow Road Cleaning Fish — From the Pen of Noreen Tyers of Perth

 

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From the Original Photo Album of my Grandfather: John Andrew Lahey Some Catches from the good old Mississippi River at Richard’s Castle, Snow Road Vacation in the 1940’s

 

While on our Summer holidays fishing was a big part of the men’s activities.  Fish was also a source of food and we felt a real treat, many a meal was served, and everyone enjoyed it. Cleaning of the catch was so important as no one wanted a scale left on to be crunched on while eating.

I do remember worrying about my family out in the boat as Dad didn’t swim,  I never saw Grandpa swimming, now my Uncles did. These trips would take place before breakfast when other people were not yet out of bed, or sometimes after supper in the evening.  Pictures of the catch were taken with everyone beaming. Now this was when the fish were plentiful and also great for eating. No pollution in the waters then. Now writing this down I do have to admit the taste buds are waiting to be treated.

Off in the morning they would go on their merry way, getting ready was a big thing and the noise level could sometimes be high, what ever happened to respect for other people still sleeping.  It always amazed me that the fishing tackle and rods were not left in place for their morning fish. These were men on a mission, no motor for the boats you would row to your destination. On the way back, they  were rowing against the current which made it a bit more challenging . On most occasions they would fish the mighty Mississippi River for a couple of hours, and then come back to the stone house. I was never sure whether they had had enough fishing or were hungry for breakfast.  I do think the tummy had something to do with it though.

Now when Mom and Grandma knew they had caught a feed of fish, dinner menu was planned.  I can remember the flour, salt and pepper in a bowl and a mixed up egg to dip the fish in before pan frying.  I also remember the old Findlay Cast Iron Frying Pan for frying the fish, in those days one never thought about calorie count. As a child this was heavy beast to lift. Cleaning of the Fry Pan was a ritual that only a few knew how to do it properly.

Now it was hoped that there were still Lemons available to be squeezed on the fish.  I do know that Mom would buy a few at the Fruit Store and wrap them carefully for our stay at Snow Road as she knew there would be a few fish caught.  They would also make up their own recipe for what is now called Tartar Sauce. Oh it was just so good and MIND THE BONES, you don’t want to choke, was always voiced to the young ones.

On one particular day my Uncle was cleaning the catch down on the edge of water.  Grandpa always seemed to managed to be the expert on how this should be done. Uncle was well engrossed in his chore and doing a great job, when under his feet something moved.  It turned out to be a rather large snapping turtle who had been sunning himself close to shore and checking out his source of food. This was rather distressing as everyone knew that the Turtle could do some damage if he wanted to. There was lots  of advice given to him from others around, on how this situation should be rectified . After some discussion my Uncle was cautious and removed himself off the turtle’s back. I am sure he would have been safe as he was dropping the discarded parts of the fish into the water, and the turtle was having a real treat which was being prepared in bite size pieces just for him.  Come to think of it not many ever volunteered to do the cleaning of fish.

From then on when the fish were being cleaned, the shore line was checked out for  turtles, who might just be lurking around waiting for their tid bit treat.

Man those fresh Pickerels were great and they are still a treat!  Come to think of it, it has been years since I sat down of a meal of good pickerel.  Not so sure they are as plentiful today in the good old Mississippi River, in the 1940’s,  dream on Noreen.

From the pen of Noreen Tyers

 

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