One day this winter when the weather gets savage, I am going to sit down with a cup of tea and make a list of all the newsletters I have worked on over my years. The first was InformED, a newsletter published by the Ontario Ministry of Education’s Information Centre (library) at the Mowat Block around 1979-81 and today The Pot, the quarterly newsletter of the Huronia Chapter of the Ontario Archaeological Society. Newsletters may be going the way of the dodo, replaced by blogs and Facebook pages. Still for non-digitally inclined members of volunteer organizations they represent a value of membership and are still viable. The real battle for the editor is to hunt down content and fresh view of rountine information and somehow to get member to contribute. I have never found the secret for the latter. But with desktop publishing and digital photography and the net, making content is relatively painless and inexpensive. After I make my list I will likely create “a newsletters i have known” section of my blog gnawledgewurker.com – stand by for more on this topic in 2014.
The 7.5 cm Pak 40 (7.5 cm Panzerabwehrkanone 40) was a German 7.5 centimetre anti-tank gun developed in 1939-1941 by Rheinmetall and used during the Second World War. Pak 40 was primary German anti-tank guns for the latter part of World War II.
had a coffee with another photonut this morning and then took some photos on the way home, mostly at the Tiny Marshes just northwest of Elmvale, Ontario, Canada. using my Nikon D3100 with 18-55mm lens.
When I was standing on the gravel covered trail into the marsh, I reached down for a stone and tossed it to land on the pond water to check if it was frozen. Turns out the ice skin was just forming.
We are guided through the Reception Hall,
lose the sound of the St. Lawrence River.
Gape at the baggage cages,
the immigrants’ luggage and clothing
packed on these
in the steam and sulphur
Our guide explains why the shower stalls
have wire mesh roofs.
To keep the people from climbing out.
I look inside the galvanized grey casing
and stare at the shower tube and the three
wrap-around shower pipes
and I step back.
Later we walk down the trail
to the Irish cemetery
the famine year,
the big death year.
There is still one building from then.
One old cover shed still there.
Later I read how the government debated
the costs of sheds to cover the immigrants,
to get them out of the tents and the open air.
Not enough money for milk and bread.
For medical supplies.
The doctors and nurses, the nuns and priests
falling sick, dying.
How the St. Lawrence was full of ships
anchored, waiting with their sick, and dying
with their dead lying in the bunks of the crowded
stinking lower decks.
Where family members were too frightened.
To touch their own dead, for burial.
I read the list of those who died.
Unknown Dutch man
Unknown Irish child
There was one William Gibson,
Captain of a ship out of Liverpool,
his ship with sick and dead
from the Parks Canada page:
Grosse Île and the Irish Memorial National Historic Site of Canada commemorates the importance of immigration to Canada, particularly via the entry port of Québec, from the early 19th century to the First World War.
Grosse Île also commemorates the tragic events experienced by the Irish immigrants at this site, primarily during the typhoid epidemic of 1847.
The commemoration on this site is also based on the role the island played from 1832-1937 as a quarantine station for the Port of Québec, long the main port of arrival for immigrants to Canada.
I took a guided tour of the new facility and encountered Mr. R. Weber, the man who made this centre happen, He is the man with the hat standing on the 150 seat performance theatre in the slide show. He has funded a beautiful arts building. From my antique experience with amateur theatrics at the University of Toronto and for about twelve years after that, I had to keep wiping the drool from my chin. It is an exceptional facility. The word from performers is that the acoustics are very very fine in this building.
The amateur theatre group Huronia Players will be performing their productions (two groups = children and adult levels)
I had a tasty lunch, pulled pork sandwich, at the Cafe Roxy in the MCC, successfully resisting the temptation of the dynamite looking brownies and other pastries in the glass case. Those glass cases are the tools of the devil.
For more information about the centre see: http://midlandculturalcentre.com/