Sepia Saturday 201

This week, the prompt is houses.  I have selected a few from around here (Miramichi) and around the Atlantic provinces, also including Quebec.  I will start with a couple of stately homes here in Miramichi.  They are still standing, I remember going by them as a young girl, still like to see them as I drive by now.

And of course, there was the house I was brought up in, not as grand, that's for sure, but a lot of good memories there.

Then there is this old house I happened upon on a trip to Miscou Island, a little island just off North Eastern New Brunswick.  There must be a lot of stories that could come out of this house....

This is an old sugar shack, belonged to Uncle Albert from Kamouraska county in Northern Quebec.  I have made a few visits during maple syrup time in the Spring, yum yum, can still taste it now...

These were the maples behind the sugar shack.

Well, be it ever so humble, there is no place like home!!!

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SepiaSaturday, October 12, 2013

This steamboat traveled from Newcastle to Chatham, New Brunswick (which is known as just plain Miramichi) in the late 1800's.  It was a work boat in the daytime loaded down with tons of lumber from the Cunard and Rankin lumber kings, and an entertainment boat by night, with music, food, and dancing, and just a wee bit of drink..........  It would go down the Miramichi River to Chatham and come back to port upriver at Newcastle in the wee hours just in time to start hauling lumber again.  Local singers, Connie and Paul composed and sang a song about the Alexandra's travels.

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Memories are not always picture perfect.......

I searched my albums and came up with these pictures.

 My first communion, 1957, I seem to be a little in the dark....LOl

 My graduation picture, unlike the first picture, my face now seems to be in the dark....

 This picture is of my son, David and my daughter, Tina.  Their grandfather, Willie carried this photo in his wallet for years.  Of course, I would like to think it was because they were his beloved grandchildren, but on the back of this picture (below picture) was our then Prime Minister, Pierre Elliot Trudeau's autograph, Willie was a staunch liberal all his life!

My aunt Bertha's wedding, (1958), here she is pictured with my Mom.  Aunt Bertha and Uncle Fred celebrated their 55th anniversary this past June, and she was able to fit in her wedding dress, amazing!  I believe I had outgrown mine in the space of 10 years or so. Looking at this picture, I notice Dad was particular about rain getting on the hydro meters on the side of the house, he made a little roof over them, LOL.

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Fall colors on the Miramichi

The Fall colors are coming in.  We had a lot of rain lately and I find that the colors are not as bright as they could be.  I see this on my way home everyday, it is nice and colorful!  Hope to see more colors this weekend.

Shadows Thursdays

This is a picture I took in the mid '90's with my SLR camera.  You can just barely make out the rose at the bottom of the cup.

Sepia Saturday for September 28, 2013

 An assortment to Norman Rockwell pictures from my calendar.

 I remember the pain of listening to my brother when he got his first guitar too!!

 Norman Rockwell had a way of portraying everyday things in a way that it was rather classical.

 Oh my, how I remember the sheer fun and  fright of sledding a steep slope.....

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Sepia Saturday September 14, 2013

I looked real hard for a woman sewing anything, but came up with nothing, so I decided to go with the hairdo the lady in the picture is sporting.  The following is a story of one of our own from Newcastle, (now the city of Miramichi) New Brunswick, Canada. Her name is Frances Lillian Fish, she lived on the corner of King George Highway and Jane Street.  I remember going past her home and marveled at her beautiful tulip garden.  I was just little and had no idea that she was a lawyer.

The following is an exert from a history of Frances Lillian Fish.

"Everybody Called Her Frank"

The Odyssey of an Early Woman Lawyer in New Brunswick

Barry Cahill

Independent scholar in Halifax

Abstract

In February 1934 Frances Fish was called to the bar of New Brunswick and spent the next forty years practising law in her home town of Newcastle (now City of Miramichi) NB. In 1918 she had been both the first woman to graduate LLB from Dalhousie University and the first woman to be called to the bar of Nova Scotia. Though she initially intended to remain in Halifax, she instead left Nova Scotia almost immediately, abandoning the practice of law altogether. She spent the next fifteen years working as a paralegal in Ottawa and Montreal before returning to New Brunswick and resuming the practice of law. This article is a study of Fish’s career in New Brunswick, framed within the experience of the first women lawyers in Canada, of whom she was the seventh. 2

1 The subject of this article is one of the ten first women lawyers in Canada. Its central theme is the interaction of the personal and the professional and consequences arising therefrom that affect an individual career path. It is an essay in life as career, and the slow and deliberate progress towards that fateful decision—evading Hobson’s choice before ultimately making it. New Brunswicker Frances Fish’s life journey was replete with inconsistencies and contradictions. She had no apparent interest in law as a career before she became a law student at age twenty-five. She did not enter law school for another two years, and then not in her home province but in neighbouring Nova Scotia, a place with which she had no connection and where there had never been a woman law undergraduate. The first woman called to the bar in Nova Scotia, Fish did not return to New Brunswick to practise law. Nor did she remain in Nova Scotia; instead she abandoned both Halifax and her budding law practice almost as soon as it had begun. With a profession but without a professional career, Fish seemed to lack a focus for her life. For some fifteen years she worked as a solicitor’s assistant and paralegal in Ottawa and Montreal, where (in Ontario) she could have become a lawyer had she wished to. She finally found her "sailor’s legs" and second life as a practising lawyer in, of all places, her hometown, where she was from "the right side of the tracks." (Novelist David Adams Richards, who was born and grew up in Newcastle while Fish was the resident deputy county magistrate there, has described it as "a great town with a grand tradition" 3). In early middle age she finally settled down, dabbled unsuccessfully in politics and survived and flourished as a small-town woman lawyer on the Miramichi—a novelty if not an oddity in her own time and place. Her life is the stuff of fiction and reads like a novel.

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