[People’s Press, 9 October 1906]
Do the people of Welland think it was wise to encourage the industries they have already secured, or was the bargain a bad one? And are they not securing these industries still more cheaply? Do the people of Welland realise that the product of one factory is the raw material for some other factory, or in some way connected by stock holders or in a friendly way with some other industry, and that when they have secured a few more factories than they now have they will be able to secure others on account of the ones they have and will have, which position Hamilton has already reached, and it is in sight for Welland.
Do they realise that more factories, more population, would tend to encourage the government to additional improvements, encourage the railways to spend additional money and increase their transportation advantages. In other words, does Welland want to become a city or would they rather remain a country town? I shall watch with interest the result of the vote to be taken October 11th.
Yours very truly,
J.W. LYON
DEATH OF J.P. EASTMAN
Formerly of Welland-Dies in Utah
[People’s Press, 4 September 1906]
Word has been received here of the death of J.P. Eastman at Bingham, Utah Ter. Deceased was a son of Wm. Eastman of Welland, a brother of Mrs. Thos. Blanchard of Welland, and a half-brother of Mr. Charles Eastman and Mrs. T. Hicks of town. He was 60 years of age and never married. For about 30 years he was engaged in mining in Utah, his last visit to Welland being about 16 years ago. He had been in poor health for some time and had spent two winters in California in the attempt to regain his health, but without avail. His funeral took place on Aug. 17th. A Utah paper says he was well liked and highly respected and noted for charitable deeds and aid to poor children. A good record.
Dr. Glasgow was born March 30,1855 at the Stamford farm. His father was William Glasgow born on the same farm. The grandfather, Rev. Samuel Glasgow was born in Scotland and educated for the ministry in Belfast Ireland. He came to Canada prior to the War of 1812 and settled in Stamford.
Dr. Glasgow went to the old school house on Lundy’s Lane, five years at Drummondville graduating with a teachers certificate. He taught for two years. In 1878 he received a licence to practice medicine from University of Toronto. The same year he began a medical practice in Welland.
On March 29, 1888 he married Nancy C. Fortner, born December 1854, from Bertie. They were married in Welland. They acquired a residence on Burgar Street, Welland for a residence and office.. His horses were kept in a barn at the rear.
In 1877 Dr. Glasgow was Sergeant 2nd Battalion Queen’s own Rifles for Volunteer Militia. In 1882 he was appointed assistant surgeon in the 44th battalion.
Dr. Glasgow was mayor of Welland 1895-96. He served on the high school board, was medical officer of health for Crowland, president of Ontario Medical Council.
In 1885 he received the appointment for jail surgeon of the county of Welland and was the division surgeon for the Grand Trunk Railway and president of the young mens’ Liberal club.
Dr. Glasgow’s mother was Mary Elizabeth Lundy. She was the daughter of James Lundy and granddaughter of William Lundy for whom Lundy’s Lane took its’ name.
It is claimed that Glasgow in Scotland took its name from the ancestors of this branch of the family.
Dr. Sinclair Holden Glasgow died March 13, 1909.
Advertisement from Welland Tribune 1892
Dr. Glasgow corner Burgar and Division streets, Welland. Special attention paid to diseases of females and children, and to diseases of ear, nose and throat.
But He Preached a Fine Sermon in the Methodist Church
Rev. John McAlpine, of Bedford, Ohio is Proud to Have Been Born Under the Union Jack
[Welland Telegraph, 10 August 1906]
The holding of Old Boy services in the Methodist Church was an idea well conceived and well carried out. Universal interest was manifested and two excellent sermons were heard by congregations, large despite the intense heat of the day. The preachers were both ex-Wellanders. In the morning Rev. John McAlpine of Bedford, Ohio, occupied the pulpit and in the evening Rev. Sam M. Gilchriese of Cheboygan, Michigan, was the preacher.
Mr. McAlpine, who is a son of A.J. McAlpine, is a well-known and much esteemed ex-Wellander. He is a pleasing speaker and now and then his remarks are illuminated with touches of humor that sound almost Irish. “You will pardon me,” he said, “if I do not take a text this morning and if I do not stick to it.”
Mr. McAlpine began his textless sermon by a direct reference to the occasion. “We are as glad to be home,” he said, “as you are to have us home, and to all these responses of welcome in the houses and on the streets we can only say we are glad to be here. I have been casting about for a text for this morning’s sermon and I thought the Prodigal’s return would do, but then I feared you would take it as a joke. It was a merry homecoming just the same. Then I thought I would merely tell you of the things which have influenced my life and of all the old boys who have gone into the world. I want to speak to you out my heart. The text most on my mind, and yet I am not giving it to you as a text, is this. In my Father’s house there are many mansions.
I am glad that I was born under the Union Jack. In that city of Cleveland when I see the Bohemians, Italians, and Slavs, I feel glad that I was born of the Anglo-Saxon tongue and that there courses through my veins the blood of the German, English and Scotch people. I am glad of the home ties and the local environment that I enjoyed in Welland. There is no place that will ever become more dear to a man than his home town, wander where he will.
“Breathes there a man with soul so dead
Who never to himself has said,
As home his footsteps he had turned
From wandering on a foreign strand,
This is my own, my native land.
If such there be go mark him well.
For him no minstrel raptures swell.
High though his title, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim,
Despite those titles power and self,
The wretch concentered all in self
Doubly dying should go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung
Unwept, unhonored and unsung.”
The word home shall ever have its charm. It will always leave its influence. We come home after years of absence and realize the permanence of home ties.”
Mr. McAlpine went on to speak of his school days. He recalled his struggles with Squire Hellems and the multiplication table in the old brick school now used as a Y.M.C.A. He spoke of other teachers, Mrs. Ferguson and Robert Grant. The names brought memories to many hearts. He felt that he should pay his tribute of regard to these men and women of his school days who had had such an influence on his life.
John Bradburn Kills Himself
FORMERLY OF WELLAND
[People's Press, 31 July 1906]
John Bradburn, superintendent of Knox’s Ideal Stock Farm at East Aurora, N.Y., shot and killed himself at that place on Friday last. The act was premeditated and the only known cause was ill-health. He leaves a widow, two sons and a married daughter.
Deceased came to Welland in 1870 and for several years carried on the hotel business here, and was well-known all throughout the district. He was a famous horseman and for many years had charge of Hamlin’s racing stock. Mr. Bradburn wrote a book on the horse, which was recently published. As an authority on this subject, his reputation was continental.
Died: 27 July 1906
Married: 1 March 1870
Father: John Bradburn
Mother: Margaret Bradburn
Spouse: Sarah Davis
*Note: “Breeding and Developing the Trotter” published 1906. He was for twenty-five years superintendent of Village Farm, East Aurora, N.Y.
Miss Carrie Blanchard Arrives Home From San Francisco
The Iron Stairway Fairly Danced Under Her Feet-Walked Eight Miles to Escape From the Stricken City
[Welland Telegraph, 10 May 1906]
Miss Carrie Blanchard, who was through the horrors of the San Francisco earthquake and fire arrived home on Saturday and is at present staying with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Thos. Blanchard, Merritt St. Miss Blanchard gave The Telegraph a vivid description of her experience during the awful minutes of the shock.
“I was sleeping,” she said, “in my rooms in a seven storey office building of the city and had to be at the college at eight o’clock, and it was my custom to rise shortly after five. I was awake and thinking about getting up when things in my room began to dance about. I feared the collapse of the building and jumping up ran downstairs; it was only two flights to the street. The iron stairway fairly danced under my feet and I was tossed about from the wall to the elevator all the way down.
The great doors at the street were locked so I stood watching the bricks fall on the pavement. Every moment I expected the walls and roof to come down upon me.
Then in a minute or two that seemed an age, stillness began to reign again, and with it came thoughts for my preservation. I went back upstairs and dressed. It was a painful operation for though the earthquake was over, the cracking and grinding and twisting of the walls and girders made an unceasing din.
I got out in the street at last. I don’t know how. The thoroughfare was crowded with people, a vast, surging, dazed, bewildered throng-men, women and children, some like myself dressed, many in their night robes.
The whole thing was so appalling that we had but one vague conception of the disaster, though on every side we saw the ruins of the earth’s convulsion. As we stood wondering we saw the flames shoot up from the lower part of the city. Higher and higher mounted the forked tongues, wider and wider grew the fire swept area, and almost before we could realize it, we read in letters that flamed across the sky, the doom of the beautiful city of the Golden Gate.”
Miss Blanchard journeyed to the home of a friend in a distant part of the city, and on Thursday morn, the first morning after the earthquake, she resolved to leave Frisco if she could. It was impossible to get any reliable information, so she walked on and on for eight miles, passing scenes of indescribable horror until at last she reached the ferry. Thursday night she was in Los Angeles.
Miss Blanchard was attending the California College of Osteopathy and she has been unable to ascertain if the college survived the quake. She lost all her personal belongings, except the clothes she wore as she escaped from the creaking building. The building, like thousands of its fellows, stands today a charred and hideous ruin.
[See related article: THE FIRST WELLAND GIRL TO GRADUATE IN OSTEOPATHY]
[People's Press, 20 November 1906]
Names Suggested-Welland of Old-A Reminiscent Letter
Mr. Editor:-Among the names suggested for your park we like “Merritt” the best, not forgetting (at the same time) the New York capitalist, the one man among the capitalists of England and the United States who made it possible for Merritt to build the canal, none of the rest favoring the scheme. We suggest and would suggest “MERRITT & YATES.”
In conversation some years ago with a gentleman, regarding the influence of those we meet in life, he said of all men he ever met, when a young man, the influence of none for good, or as a model gentleman, so impressed him as Mr. Yates did when driving him in carriage from St..Catharines to Fort Erie, on Mr. Yates’ return to New York state.
We lived in Welland when the Merrittsville grist mill was built by Dunlap & Seeley. We were under the impression that the raceway mentioned in one of your recent issues was extended across the street by them from their sawmills. My father did the carpenter and joiner work on the said grist mill and Jacob Ryan, I think, began his apprenticeship as millwright on it. Yours truly,
D.W. McCain
Humberstone, Nov. 17, 1906
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