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Thursday, August 3, 2017

Amy Green 'a real heroine' in Chapleau who expressed herself in beautiful music ready to play for all occasions

When St John's Anglican Church celebrated its 90th anniversary in 1975, Rev William P. Ivey paid special tribute to Mrs Amy Green, who at the time had served as church organist for 13 years, having responded to a call to take the position on a "temporary" basis.

Mr Ivey referred to her as "a real heroine. She is an excellent organist and is unfailingly ready to play for every service, choir practice, wedding, funeral and special occasion that arises."

Although Mrs Green continued as organist for about 30 years, her contribution to the community overall as pianist and organist was summed up in article written after she died in 1995.   

"As long as she had the strength to sit on a piano bench and the eyesight to read the music she  expressed herself in beautiful music that will live on in the hearts of all all that knew her."

In 1984, when I was writing 'Sons of Thunder ... Apostles of Love' to mark the 100th anniversary of St John's I had a chat with Mrs Green who provided me with an anecdote involving my grandmother Lil (Mulligan) Morris.

Apparently my grandmother played a role in Mrs. Green becoming church organist. She revealed the following "... when I told my neighbor Mrs Morris, your grandmother, that Mr Doolan (Rev J.G.M. Doolan) wanted me to stay and play the organ that Sunday and I had wanted to go to Toronto to buy a long white dress for the Eastern Star where I would have the office of organist,  Mrs Morris said that if I would stay and play the organ that she would make me a dress for Eastern Star.

"So Mrs Morris and I went over to Simpsons order office and looked through the catalogue and ordered the material and your grandmother made my long white dress for all special meetings as officers. So I started playing the church organ in 1962."

My grandparents Lil (Mulligan) and Harry Morris lived right beside Amy (Pitts) and Len Green on Elgin Street --- at Teak Street with the Green house on the corner!

Born in England in 1900, she arrived in Chapleau in 1913,with her parents Louisa and Frank Pitts after her parents had read an article by Rev. Guy Rogers extolling the virtues of Northern Ontario  and Chapleau which he had visited.

Although Rev Rogers had good things to say about Chapleau and St. John's when he visited, he also commented "How the early settlers stood the monotony and hardship of life is known only to them and God. What it must be like to live at some pinpoint when the temperatures fall far below zero!"

Apparently, the family arrived in Chapleau during a March blizzard, and was ready to leave before life in the community really began, but the outpouring of friendship kept them there. The article about Mrs Green notes that Rev Percy Soanes, rector of St John's formed a welcoming committee, and her father got employment in the CPR office. Her mother, who was an excellent cook, was hired by Dr. J.J. Sheahan, who also provided accommodation for the family.

She had been unable to bring her piano from England but Mr and Mrs Bill Lyness made the piano in their home available to her.

She graduated from the continuation school in Chapleau and then attended Kingston Business College.

Her father enlisted in 1916, in the Canadian Army in World War I, but became ill and returned to Canada in 1918. He died in 1922.

Chapleau friendship continued as Mr. Lyness and friends came together and built the Elgin Street house for them. This was really quite common in the early days, as I recall my grandfather telling me about friends helping build their house --- and after World War II, our camp at Healy.

She married Len Green who had come to Chapleau for a short visit from England in 1924.

By this time the area where they lived in Chapleau was referred to as 'Little England' --- some of the families in the neighbourhood were Green, Wedge, Hands, Mitchell, and a bit later Card and Austin, and of course my grandparents.  To this day I am not sure if my grandparents really qualified as they were Irish.

As time passed Mrs Green's ability as an accompaniest became well known and she was called upon to play piano and/or organ at many events.

Her husband Len, who had served in the armed forces in World War I, was a charter member of Branch 5 of the Royal Canadian Legion, while she was a charter member of the Ladies Auxiliary, also serving as president. In 1985 she was awarded a 50-year membership pin.

Mrs Green was also recognized for her bookkeeping skills and for 17 years served as secretary treasurer of the public school board, as well as working for the CPR and Austin Lumber and other places where she was needed.

She was also librarian for  number of years where one of her favourite visitors was a young man by the name of Ted Young, who apparently loved mystery stories. She followed his career and he eventually became her doctor when he returned home as Dr G.E. 'Ted' Young. 

Gardening and reading were two of her passions and she continued both all her life. She read a book a day!

In 1937, Mrs. Green learned that an old trapper's cabin was available at Healy, and she bought it for $25. It became an important place for summer vacation, and after World War II, we joined them there when my grandfather, assisted by my mother Muriel E (Hunt) Morris built a camp there.

Len Green as well as other Healy residents also assisted in the construction, extending Chapleau friendship beyond its boundaries! The Green family also built a new camp.

 For me, bridging the great physical divide in Chapleau because of the CPR tracks, and living on the "other side" of town from my father's parents, but visiting them often, and camping at Healy, were so very important to me. I lived on Grey Street with my mother Muriel (Hunt) Morris and my other grandparents, Edythe and George Hunt. Most readers will know my father Flying Officer Jim Morris was killed on active service in the RCAF during World War II. My email is mj.morris@live.ca  

Thursday, July 27, 2017

World War II bomber pilot Oliver Korpela expanded family lumber operations in Chapleau area

Oliver Korpela, perhaps best known in Chapleau as a lumberman, actually wore many hats, including one as a bomber pilot in World War II, whose plane was shot down over Holland in 1944.

Born in Nemegos on the Canadian Pacific Railway line east of Chapleau on June 18, 1920, in his early years, Oliver spoke Finnish, French and Cree, according to Oiva W. Saarinen in his book "Between a Rock and a Hard Place".  There was nobody to teach him English.

His grandfather and father had arrived in Nemegos in the early 20th century and had become logging contractors, cutting and delivering logs to be sawed into mining timbers and railway ties.



As a youngster Oliver enjoyed hunting, fishing, trapping, canoeing, skiing and swimming.

However, by 1931 he had moved to Sudbury and attended school until the end of Grade 10. By 1939 and the outbreak of World War II, Oliver wanted to join the Royal Canadian Air Force but his first obstacle was that he had no birth certificate. Nobody had registered his birth. This was resolved.

This was sorted out but he could not train as a pilot without Grade 13, so he took a crash course, upgraded and was posted to pilot training.
courtesy Richard Korpela

Posted to England after graduation as a pilot officer, he later joined the Royal Air Force Bomber Command and conducted successful bombing missions over Germany flying Lancaster bombers.

In September 1944, his Lancaster was shot down, and he parachuted safely into Holland.

Oliver ended up aided by the Dutch underground. His experience is included in his memoir 'The Autobiography of a Bomber Pilot" a copy of which was kindly provided to me by his son Richard Korpela.
courtesy Richard Korpela

Disguised as a mute Dutch tailor he eluded capture by the Germans until Holland was liberated in 1945. A fascinating story in itself.

Upon arriving in Sudbury, Oliver went to the barber shop at the Coulson Hotel, and discovered that his parents were staying in the hotel -- apparently a great welcome home party was held.

After returning to Canada after the war, he worked for Kormak Lumber Company founded by his father and Oliver Maki.

As a part-time bush pilot  Oliver made Kormak one of the first lumber company's to do extensive timber cruising from the air. He continued flying into his late seventies.

After the major forest fire of 1948, the company opened mills at Flame Lake --- Oliver was in one of the first cars to travel over Highway 129 from Thessalon to Chapleau in 1949 when it opened.
Earle Sootheran, Tom Godfrey, Oliver

As an aside, Flame Lake was such a going concern that the Ontario Provincial Police stationed an officer there for a time.

Interestingly, at one point in the company's expansion they chartered aircraft to bring workers from Finland.

By the 1960s,  the lumber operations included Kormak, Island Lake and Wesmak, which were all amalgamated into Wesmak with Oliver as president. In 1966 he acquired Biglow Lumber Company with Fred Fielding. All merged in due course after taking over Chapleau Lumber in 1981 and became Chapleau Forest Products Limited.

Oliver wore many hats including bomber pilot, bush pilot, lumberman, horse rancher and philanthropist.

After the war he became active in the Royal Canadian Legion, and following his death on February 19, 2006, his son Richard made a presentation of $5,000 from his father's estate to Branch No 5 president Darryl Brunette for the branch.

Oliver will also be remembered for his generosity in donating 27 acres of land  for a Finnish Senior Citizens Complex in the Minnow Lake area at Sudbury, as well as a significant donation for a wetlands park which bears his name. 

I extend my most sincere thanks to Richard Korpela, Oliver's son, who provided me with a copy of 'The Autobiography of a Bomber Pilot' --- a fascinating read.  My email is mj.morris@live.ca




Thursday, July 20, 2017

Aging better and enjoying the ride as the merry-go-round slows down with each week a new adventure of Chapleau Moments

Gosh, with all the really big stories floating around the twitterverse recently, I thought that I would pontificate on at least one of them.

But to mark the eighth anniversary of Chapleau Moments I will leave them alone, and share some thoughts based on a column written by Virginia Bell for Huffington Post on "aging better", particularly as it relates to doing the column all these years.

Bell claims it gets better as you get older "You get better. Life gets better. The merry-go-round slows down and you can finally enjoy the ride..."

I really am not the one to judge if the columns have improved at all over the years, but on a very personal basis, I have really been enjoying the ride --- I have learned so much about Chapleau, its life, its times and, most wonderfully, its people since 1885 or so. And folks, in eight years, I am the first to admit I have only scratched the surface.

As far as life goes, I agree with Bell wholeheartedly as  my merry-go-round slows down and I enjoy the ride. For example, each week is a new adventure as I research a column. and so often say to myself, "I never knew that..."

But before I continue with my metaphor mashing, I need to thank some of those people without whom I would never have been able keep the column going. And I know naming names is always risky, as my memory sometimes fades, but I will mention at least a few.

Mario Lafreniere, the publisher of the Chapleau Express has been totally supportive since Day One, and I appreciate the opportunity he gave me to do the column. And I would never have been able to co-author 'The Chapleau Boys Go To War" with my cousin Michael McMullen if I had not been writing it.

I also appreciate Michael's assistance with other columns, as well as filling in for me along with Ian Macdonald earlier this year with columns while I was away in Orlando --- and both Michael and Ian have been part of it all for the entire eight years. Both are Chapleau boys who continue to have a keen interest in the community.

Mike and Ian have produced some real insights into Chapleau's history, and I hope they will continue to do so.

Harry 'Butch' Pellow my lifelong friend died on December 13, 2016, and I often go back and read some of his contributions. Despite living in Toronto most of his life, Butch never forgot his roots, and shared his memories. I miss him greatly. Butch's brother Dr Bill Pellow has also been a great help.
Butch

Doug Greig, researcher extraordinaire, is also gone now, but all of us interested in Chapleau's history, owe him a deep debt of gratitude for his work in compiling  the community's history.

My cousin Anne (Zufelt) McGoldrick, has been so helpful too. There is little she does not know about Chapleau people, and if she doesn't, she finds it very quickly. Thanks Anne.

When I first started the column, I relied heavily on the collections of my mother, Muriel (Hunt) Morris, and my aunt, Marion (Morris) Kennedy.

The Richard Brownlee Papers have also been a great source of information, and I am so thankful to Margaret Rose (Payette) and Bobby Fortin for kindly loaning them to me.

Over the past eight years, I have heard from so many people, and I thank all of you so much.

 My two trips home for the 90th anniversary reunion of Chapleau High School in 2012 and to launch "The Chapleau Boys Go To War" in 2015 were awesome experiences as I wandered about town, and chatted with so many folks. I must mention my back lane tour in 2015 with my lifelong friend Ken Schroeder --- wonderful memories from our growing up years, and Ken has a great memory.


I have spent almost all my life doing and teaching communications, media and so on starting with a play when I was in Grade 4 at Chapleau Public School.

I recall that after retiring from College of the Rockies faculty  in 2000, the phone didn't ring as much; I was no longer the centre of attention as the sage on the the stage in front of the classroom, which I had, at least in my own mind, been for more than 30 years. It was downright depressing and I recall chatting over coffee with Dr Berry Calder, the college president about it.


Berry laughed and gave  me the solution. "Come up here and and get a cup of coffee from my pot which you have been doing for years, wander the halls and chat." I did and soon I drifted away from the college, gradually making the adjustment. I hardly ever visit now.

MJM a Michael Pelzer photo


Back to Virginia Bell who offers good advice on aging better: "The projects we pursue and the life we lead need to reflect ...and be aligned with who we are now and not who we once were. If we're able to make that transition then getting older can be a rich and fulfilling experience."

Writing Chapleau Moments reflects part of me "aging better"  as my merry go round  has slowed and each week I am able to share a bit of the life, times and people of Chapleau. Yes, Virginia, getting older is a rich and fulfilling experience!.

P.S. I have provided photos of some of the Chapleau gang at a party in 2014 at the home of Butch and Brigitte Pellow in Toronto.

My email is mj.morris@live.ca

Photo Info

Butch, Dr Bill, Ian, MJM

Mike McMullen and MJM in serious chat about book

Butch

All these guys played hockey in Chapleau.Back Jim Machan, Vince Crichton, Ian Macdonald, Geoffrey Hong, Mike McMullen. Front. MJM (briefly), Frank Broomhead, Bill Hong, Butch, Jim Hong, Bill Hong, Yen Hong, Aldee Martel, Ken Schroeder

All the girls were In CHS Cadet Corps. Neil Ritchie was commanding officer. Back Donna Lane, Betty Anne O'Brien, Doreen Cormier, Anne Keays, Naomi Mizuguchi, Gemma Ouellet, Shirley Cormier, Dorothy Honda. Front Neil. Diane Dowsley, Butch, Alison McMillan, Joy Evans, Jean Hong

Michael J Morris

Michael J Morris
MJ with Buckwheat (1989-2009) Photo by Leo Ouimet

UNEEK LUXURY TOURS, ORLANDO FL

UNEEK LUXURY TOURS, ORLANDO FL
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MEMORIES FROM CHILDHOOD

MEMORIES FROM CHILDHOOD
Following the American Dream from Chapleau. CLICK ON IMAGE