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Saturday, July 12, 2014

CPR running trades in early days part of great railway experience, Harry Pellow writes

         
Harry 'Butch' Pellow 2012
 Harry  'Butch' Pellow, a member of one of Chapleau's earliest families, is better known as one of Canada' foremost architects, but took time to share the history of some of the early days of the running trades on the Canadian Pacific Railway.


Harry is the son of the late Aldythe and C.A. 'Bill' Pellow. He was the architect for the Chapleau Civic Centre, Chapleau Recreation Centre, Cedar Grove Lodge, Chapleau General Hospital and the golf club house.

His brother, Dr. William R. 'Bill' Pellow assisted with the research for this article.

On a personal note, Butch is my lifelong friend, and once again I thank him. 

by Harry 'Butch' Pellow

In the beginning trains were run by commonly understood rules; communications were sent  in Morse code and later telephone and then combined into multiple copies on a parchment type paper and transcribed by dispatchers along the line. Conductors and enginemen were guided by cross-Canada Company timetables which instructed arrival and departure times, distances between sidings and which trains had priority and which did not. There were frequent changes in instructions originally given, and it was a challenge to ensure that information was properly transcribed and passed to engine crews en route.  This was not a perfect system and injury and even death were commonplace.  Today we take so much for granted.  If we have a true emergency we just dial 911 and there is a response network at hand already placed in active mode to relieve stress and within a few minutes we are whisked away and into an emergency unit of a hospital and treatment begins immediately. It was not so on the CPR in the early days.  

          The most dangerous area for the brakemen was with the couplers that held the train together. They became a symbol of the perils of railroading and, known as the link and pin system, were responsible for thousands of injuries.  The brakeman was required to hold the link in one hand and the pin in another and split timing was essential to make the connection between the cars. 
Dr Bill with his father "Bill" Pellow


One fraction off in timing or a slip and there could be loss of fingers and hands and even death. On occasion the brakemen were crushed between two cars being coupled. The Railway Safety Act corrected this dangerous occupational hazard in 1893. In the early years collisions in various forms occurred frequently resulting in death and life threatening injury. It was not uncommon for Chapleau’s shop whistle to signal such an event and we recall even in our own lifetime the signal that would alert every home and every person that some serious accident has taken place and alerted those who must to be ready to come to the station ground and be prepared to assist. 
Chapleau station 1886

          Chapleau is mid-way between Cartier (Nemegos Subdivision) a distance of 136.4 miles and White River (White River Subdivision) a distance of 129.9 miles and a hundred years ago the travel time would have been 4 to 5 hours between each of these points. By the 1940’s transcontinental passenger runs would have this timing chopped to 3 hours and 10 minutes. As we know, transcontinental passenger service is no longer provided in Chapleau and so too, the sights, sounds and smells of the old iron horse are extinct.

          
A glance at a early photo of engine 275, the first came to Chapleau  in 1896,  is what were referred to as “the ‘small power tea-kettles”.  They were designed to handle in the order of 400 tons which compared with engine “1950” the largest ever built prior to 1909 and later the 5433 which handled in excess of 1940.  These are numbers most relevant to the men who ran the engines but demonstrate some relevance to the scale of equipment required to pull loads through Chapleau in its trek westward.
Engine 1950 (Ian Macdonald collection)

          In a very short time from the late 1880’s into the early 1900’s there was a transition from wood burning steam locomotives to those using coal for fuel. Automatic stokers were still somewhere in the horizon and not yet invented.  The engineers of the day were constantly alert to the level of his coal and water and to run short on either was a fault.  To run out completely was a serious offence and was unforgivable.  To run out of water and have your boiler explode, and if you survived, meant termination from the Company. The tenders were small and fuel and water needed replacement often. No wonder that the location of stations were originally determined by the presence of both wood for fuel and water for steam. It would take a few more years to see boilers that moved “superheated steam” and had a pressure of 275 psi.  Engineman of the day were truly engineers and demanded respect which they received.  The “butchers”, who were engineers without skill in handling an engine or the braking would wear their firemen down in short order by abusive handling of the controls and the engine crew were constantly on the deck hand firing. In the day the engineer was call “sir”.  
Chapleau Yard 1886
    

          Life as an enginemen was not a comfortable job in summer or winter but in winter canvas hung down from the ceiling to keep out the cold and the effects of Northern Ontario’s severe weather; there was the penetrating sub-zero cold and the snow and rain.  The wind chill factor was unheard of and if it was 50 or 60 below (F) outside it was almost as cold inside the cab despite the boiler heat or the stoker’s coals. The windows were ill fitting and often opened for visibility. One’s comfort was not a consideration but “running the night express on time and on schedule was critical”.

          Life as a fireman demanded strength and endurance, patience and understanding. There was   a stability pole placed in the cab for the fireman to back into and provide a fulcrum and swivel point   as he shoveled coal from the tender into the firebox and the novice, not used to the sway and roll of the engine, would invariably be hurled off balance and his shovel of coal would wind up at the feet of the engineer and not in the firebox.  Not a popular move. The prospect of promotion was motivation to persist however; and the possibility of a prestigious job as engineer with better pay, better schedules and respect made it worthwhile. 

          This column briefly describes life for the running trades in Chapleau in 1900 when the Railway was little more than a dream; but yard, rail and line maintenance, passenger comfort including awesome dining service, sleeping car accommodation, refrigerated water and ice cooled Pullman cars; and of course their signature hotels, were a very big part of the great railway experience that was created as well, and it lasted for over 125 years. We will never understand or enjoy it again.


Friday, July 4, 2014

Gordon Bolduc recalls summers of swimming, camping, fishing and call of loons at Loon Lake

Gordon with big catch
Summer camping at Loon Lake (now called Borden Lake), brings back cherished memories for Gordon Bolduc of his growing up years in Chapleau.

Born and raised in Chapleau, Gordon is the son of the late Audrey (Robinson) and Gordon Bolduc. His grandmother Barbara (McWatch) and family travelled to the Chapleau area around the beginning of the 20th Century by canoe from James Bay to Missanabie, then moved to Chapleau, one of the first Cree families to locate in the community.

She married Joseph Telesfore Bolduc, who died while on active service in the Canadian armed forces serving in Egypt in World War I.

In 1932, the Chapleau Post reported that Gordon's great grandmother Mary McWatch commonly called "Grannie" celebrated her 101st birthday in Chapleau. Born in Moose Factory on April 1, 1831, moved to Chapleau about 1896. She and her husband Jacob had 10 children and seven still lived in Chapleau.  Mrs. McWatch died at age 104.

Gordon enjoyed camping at Loon Lake and in an email wrote: "It was a summer of swimming, fishing, open-pit fires, roasting wieners and marshmellows, beer for the adults, pop for the kids.  Sleeping in the cabin with open windows to feel the cool air off the lake and the eerie calls of the Loons."

He recalled that as a child he spent his summer holidays there.  "Highway 101 did not exist so my aunt Toots and uncle Clifford Corston would hire a taxi and load the freighter onto the taxi then go to Devon to a place called the JackLadder." His aunt  Toots (Myrtle) was married to Clifford and their daughter was Candi.

Clifford, Gordon, Candi
 "We  would load up the freighter with our supplies and head north up the lake with his 5 Hp engine.  We often met log booms or windy weather which would delay us for a few extra hours until we reached the log cabin my uncle had rented.  It usually took us 4-5 hrs. 

 "Candi was a little girl who would sleep in the bow of the canoe.  We sometimes stopped for a lunch of sandwiches, cookies, tea or pop.  My uncle Clifford dug a root cellar at the cabin to keep our meagre supply of perishables cool.  No more supplies because we were usually out there for 2-3 weeks.

"Once settled in we usually would go back onto the lake to fish or visit friends who went there as well.'

Toots and Clifford
Others who would spend time there included  George and Evelyn Corston; Tony and  Kitty Cachagee with their son Bill;  and Jimmy, Tom, Percy (Mutt) Cachagee. 

Gordon added that his mother, sister Linda, and father  would visit occasionally until they  built a camp in Warehouse Bay. 

Thanks Gordon for sharing these cherished memories from growing up in Chapleau. They will assuredly bring back memories of many who went "camping" before the highways arrived and camps became cottages. 

Boo and Gordon
The photo of Gordon playing table hockey with the late Harry 'Boo' Hong is from a collection sent to me by Gemma Ouellet. Again, this photo will evoke very fond memories of Boo and the Hong family, and playing at the Boston CafĂ©. Thanks Gemma. My email is mj.morris@live.ca 

Friday, June 27, 2014

Remembering "a duty to serve" on Canada Day

Mr Shoup on right July 1 Parade
Those were the days when I always made sure I was up to hear the sound of the cannon being fired at seven a.m to mark the beginning of the Dominion Day celebration, organized each year by Branch Number 5 (Ontario) of the Royal Canadian Legion in my home town of Chapleau, Ontario. The name was later changed to Canada Day.

In those growing up years, veterans from World War I and World War II, took responsibility for the celebration, and what a great day it was. The vets, all ordinary men and women, citizens of the Canadian village all, came home and made their communities a better place to live, work and play. Lest we ever forget!

Many readers know that my father Flying Officer Jim Morris did not return from World War II. He was killed on active service in the RCAF in July 1943, so yes, there is a special place in my heart for our veterans.

Such was Dominion Day for a child who had to get his costume ready and tricycle decorated for the annual July 1 parade that marked one of the highlights of the year for me in the years following World War II that I still recall the celebrations like they were only yesterday.
My Mom, and my grandparents would help me get ready for the parade and off I would go for a day packed with activities for our entire community. 
Leading the parade of course was a Legion Colour Party and the Chapleau Town Band that was in existence over 100 years . J. M. Shoup, a veteran of both World War I and II, principal of Chapleau Public School and township councillor would get us all organized for the parade and later the children's races at the beach. I was also proud to see my grandfather Harry Morris, a veteran of World War I, and one of the first group of members of Branch 5 formed in helping out at the activities. 
Near the end of the war, Dr G.E. Young, a local boy who had come home to practise medicine, using his own money, had created a truly wonderful beach area on the banks of the Kebsquasheshing River, and it was the scene of swimming and canoe races, as well as canoe tilting contests. 
Dr Young's beach was complete with change rooms, wading pools, a nicely grassed area and each year he had truckloads of beach sand brought to refresh it.  Dr Young practised medicine for 50 years in his home town. and I guess I took it for granted there would never be a family doctor shortage. Times do change. 

As an aside, Dr Young had a British Columbia connection. His mother was from Creston, and in 2004, he made his last trip west, and we went to the cemetery there to visit the graves of his grandparents.
In the afternoon of July 1, games of chance would be underway while the Town Band would give a concert in the bandstand at the beach area, while over at the ball field there was always an exciting ball tournament. My favourite team was always the Legion.
By the end of the day I would head home tired but happy looking forward to my summer vacation, cruising around Chapleau on my tricycle, and playing with my friends at the Big Rock, the beach and down the lake.
In those years, there was great pride associated with the Dominion Day celebration. Sadly, I don't see that much enthusiasm now for Canada Day. In many communities, including Cranbrook, there has been some difficulty in recent years finding a sponsor. This year, thanks to the good folks at Connect Church, there will be a celebration starting at five p.m. at Moir Park.
There aren't too many of those World War II vets left across our vast and magnificent land, and none from World War I. I remember all I knew very fondly, and I am sure you do too from wherever you were brought up. In war and peace, they made their communities and our country a better place for everyone. Why? As Mr Shoup once said, they had "a duty to serve". What about us?  Happy Canada Day!  My email is mj.morris@live.ca
 
 
 
 
 

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