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[The Welland Tribune and Telegraph, 23 June 1921]
Niagara Falls News
Many friends will sympathize with Mr. and Mrs. Thomas J. Hoey, 162 Queen Street, in the death of their son Edward Sinclair at the age of fifteen years which took place Saturday. The deceased was a pupil of Simcoe street school. The funeral was held from the family home, Tuesday afternoon at two- thirty. Interment will be in Fairview cemetery.
Bronze Tablet Unveiled With Fitting Ceremonies
[The Welland Tribune and Telegraph, 1 March 1921]
“In the Faith of Jesus Christ we dedicate this Tablet to the Glory of God and in memory of twenty-six men of the Parish, who, in the Great War gave their lives for God and King and Country.”
As Capt. Lyons of Grimsby recited these words, at the unveiling of the memorial tablet in Holy Trinity Church on Friday evening, the flags on the west wall of the church gradually parted revealing a beautiful bronze tablet imbedded therein-a beautiful tribute to the memory of the twenty-six men of the congregation of Holy Trinity Church who so nobly gave their lives in the late war, for God, King and Country. Following these words the congregation, for a brief period, stood in silence with bowed heads and offered a prayer to their Maker for the brave departed, while from another part of the church, the strains of the “Last Post.”
The names engraved on the tablet were:-
Major G.M. Davis, C.A.M.C.
Sergt. Robt. Hy. Best.
Sergt..Hy. Fred Fuller.
Pte. Thos. Rushton Thompson
Pte. James Howard Osborne.
Pte. George Cooper.
Pte. Fred Jos. Hopley.
Pte, Edward H. Stringer.
Pte. Ernest Arthur Rogers.
Pte. Richard Charles Rogers.
Pte. Arthur John Forster.
Pte. Kennedy Dennis.
Pte. Wellington P. Boyle.
Pte. George Stallard.
Pte. James Stallard.
Pte. James Clark.
Pte, G. Saunders.
Pte. Ernest William Dove.
Pte. Alexander Russell.
Pte. John Withey.
Pte. Ronald Crooks.
Pte. Arthur Lowfield.
Pte. Arnold M. Pinder.
Pte. Joseph Clark.
Pte. Frank Higgins
Pte. Percy Goodwin.
Major Gordon of Niagara Falls preached a sermon very fitting to the occasion, taking part for his text the words “Their bodies are buried in peace, but their names liveth forevermore.” Memory stated, Major Gordon is Canada’s greatest possession. The whole of Canada; in every home, is every farmhouse, are doing what we are doing this evening, reverencing the men who fell in battle.
“These men who fell had the greatest qualities could have, love of country or love of home. Greater love has no man than he who lays down his life for his country. Don’t weep for the soldier who died a soldier’s death, urged Major Gordon. Could there be a better way of leaving this world than on the field of battle.
Those who we valued as our greatest possession have passed to their rest. They have accomplished their duty.
If we forget these men who followed the example of Jesus Christ and died for others, we will make one of the greatest mistakes that could be made. Those of us who have lost someone who has been very dear to us, will remember to our dying day, but those of us who have not, will soon forget. To them Major Gordon urged that they keep fresh and green the memory of these men.
We have, for an example. These twenty-six men who laid down their lives. Keep them in our memory forever.
The church was filled for the ceremonies. The G.W.V.A. attended in a body.
[The Welland Tribune and Telegraph, 1 March 1921]
Garden Grove, Calif.
February 18th, 1921
Dear Cousin:
I am having the time of my life here in the sunny south. I suppose you would like to know what the country is like. The place called Ontario where I have been stopping lately is a dandy little town up neat the mountains, and has about 6.000 population. The chap that surveyed the place was a Canadian and named it after our Province of Ontario.
The people out here certainly know how to boost if anyone does, and when there is a special picnic on, all the papers urge the people to be there to boost for California. It seems to do a lot of good for there are towns springing up all over and the larger cities are growing all the time. You will be surprised to hear that most of these new residenters come from back east. We are known as Easterners here.
The Yankees here are sure an open-hearted people. They go into everything with all their might. Now at present I am in Orange County, right in the heart of the orange district. They certainly keep things looking spick and span. But oranges are not the only thing grown here. They have thousands of acres of sugar beets and alfalfa. There are also large dairies, hog ranches and beautiful graperies, and in fact they can grow almost anything you can anywhere else.
It has been said that travelling is an education in itself. I believe it is. There are certainly some fine classes of people here. I suppose you know Santa Ana and Los Angeles are situated nearly on the coast, and also at the southern end of the state. We are nearly 500 miles from San Francisco, so it would be some trip to see all of California, but we have the best part of it down south right where I am now. Of course there is snow up north. You can gaze up on the mountains from here and see snow all the time, but down in the valleys the sun shines bright, and everything is green just like in the summer.
Last week I helped cut up some wood. It is called Eucalyptus, or more commonly known as Blue Gun here. This wood is very tough. I also had the pleasure to help dig out a large bamboo cluster.
I have spent some time riding about in a new Ford car. Last Monday we took a 100 mile trip up to Venice and Ocean Park. They are noted pleasure resorts out from Los Angeles by the ocean. The trip through the Orange Groves out here is fine and you have to keep your eyes open all the time.
On Wednesday, we took a trip to Orange County Park in the foothills. It’s a fine park given to the state by a wealthy rancher. There are 160 acres in it and it sure is worth seeing. This park is 20 miles from here, but the roads are so good you can go 50 miles without knowing it. Next week we are going to an Orange Carnival at San Bernardino about 85 miles from here. We can make the round trip easily in one day because there are boulevards all the way.
Last month we were up to Mt. Lorne. I was not prepared for the cold trip for we nearly froze. I thought I was back cast and was glad to get down where it was warm. There was 7 inches of snow up there, for it was a mile high. You take the street car as far as you can, then you change to a small encline railway. Finally you get on a small street car and wind around the mountain for 5 ½ miles. Some places you can look straight down for a few thousand feet. It’s a thriller. When you come to a tavern where you find a warm fire. You still have 2 ½ miles to wind around yet before you get to the top. We took some pictures here in the clouds standing in 7 inches of snow. This was some trip.
We next put in two days at Los Angeles taking in the free sightseeing trips. There are a lot of land companies spectating here and selling new city lots. They operate large auto buses, which hold 50 people. There are enough of these trips to keep on going for two weeks steady. The companies claim this is cheaper and is more effective than advertising in papers.
On one of our trips we were taken down to San Pedro harbour at Los Angeles. They took our party of 50 people out for a 20 mile yacht cruise around the harbor explaining everything. Then we were brought to their land sites and they managed to sell five lots.
The next day we went out with another company’s bus through Pasadena and I saw the homes of 134 millionaires on Orange Grove Avenue. It was a swell trip from there to Eagle Rock. Here they tried their old game, but I didn’t bite. My friend called this “milking the dear blessed public.”
On Tuesday we took a trip over to Santa Catalina Island, 30 miles out in the ocean. We were there 2 days, so I can say that I’ve slept one night off the continent at least. While there we had a trip in a glass bottom boat called a submarine garden. This is fine sight as you can see down for 50 feet in the ocean and watch the fish swimming all around. Then a fellow dived down for 2 minutes and you could see him plain as day.
The next morning we took a yacht trip for 22 miles along the shore of Catalina Island up as far as a place called the Isthmus. We got off here, went over and investigated an old Chinese pirate boat, listened to all the wild cat stories and finally were served with a picnic lunch. Then we left for our original port call “Avilon.” At three p.m. we started back for North America again.
A few days later we went out to an ostrich farm, also to an alligator farm. While here I helped a fellow pull a large alligator out of the pond. They won’t bite in the winter. I spent one day more in Los Angeles and then returned to Santa Ana.
Well I believe that I have given you enough news for this time, so will close.
Yours sincerely,
BILL
(Special to the Tribune and Telegraph)
[The Welland Tribune and Telegraph, 9 June 1921]
Ottawa. June 6-The marriage was quietly solemnized at a quarter past six o’clock this evening at the residence of the bride’s parents, 253 McLeod street, of Miss Grace Helen Jeffrey, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Charles W. Jeffrey, of this city, formerly of Welland to Dr. Norman Miller, professor of mathematics at Queens’s University, Kingston. The bride, who is a graduate of the university, has also been on the teaching staff. The groom is the son of Mr. and Mrs. C. Miller of Alymer, Ont.
Rev. M. Omond of Prescott, officiated, the couple being unattended. The rooms of the house were profusely adorned with pink and white peonies, and in the drawing room where the ceremony took place, there was a banking of palms and ferns, with pink and white peonies interspersed.
Miss Clem Turriff, daughter of the Hon. J.G. Turriff, presided at the piano, playing the wedding numbers.
The bride, who was given in marriage by her father, wore the gown which her mother wore on her wedding day. It was of heavy white silk trimmed with real lace. She wore a long tulle veil with the folds of which were gracefully held in place with a coronet of orange blossoms. Her bouquet was of Ophelia roses, pansies and lilies of the valley in shower.
Mrs. Jeffrey, mother of the bride, was dressed in black silk with a corsage bouquet of orchid and lilies of the valley. Mrs. Miller, the groom’s mother was in a gown of grey silk and she wore a corsage of lavender sweet pes.
Following the ceremony, Dr. and Mrs. Miller left for Montreal and will spend a few weeks in the Laurentians. They will reside in Kingston. Going away the bride wore a costume of deep blue tricotine trimmed with henna braid and her hat was also of deep blue.
[The Welland Tribune and Telegraph, 14 June 1921]
We announce the hanging of the portrait of Henry Oges of Crystal Beach in our gallery of heroes. Mr. Oges last week launched a new paper-The Crystal Beach Herald. So far as we know but one other new publication has been started in the past three years-and it died. Mr. Oges seeks to serve the new town of Crystal Beach, and if he continues as he began he will do well.
In his salutary he tells of the beginnings of the resort, and so interesting that we quote it:-
“Thirty-one years ago, in the year 1890 to be precise, J.E. Rebstock chose a spot on the north shore of Lake Erie, twelve miles from Buffalo, and took up stock farming. Mr. Rebstock came to the conclusion that the proposition would not be a profitable one, so he looked around for other possible prospects.
Being impressed by the remarkable quality and abundance of the numerous sand banks along the shore, he then undertook to organize a company to remove and sell the product for commercial purposes. Buildings were erected and machinery installed and soon a ready market for the sand was found in Buffalo and surrounding cities.
One day Mr. Rebstock invited a party of business and newspaper men and politicians from Buffalo to inspect his sand plant and show them what he was doing. Immediately recognizing the natural advantages and beautiful scenic attractions of the spot, several guests were prompted to ask the question, “Why spoil the natural beauties of the place for purposes of commerce. Why not turn it into a summer resort?”
Mr. Rebstock’s answer was as emphatic as it was prophetic; “This shall be a summer resort, it will be called Crystal Beach, and it will become the largest and finest watering place on the Great Lakes.”
The following day he went to Detroit and chartered the steamer ‘Dove’, an old-time excursion side-wheeler, as a trial proposition, dismantling the sand plant on his return. The venture proved such a success that the following year two excursion steamers, the ‘Pearl” and ‘Gazelle,’ were purchased and place on route between Crystal Beach and Buffalo.
Uphill struggles characterized the first few years. Many times failure was predicted, but in 1898 the turn came, and ever since the growth of the resort has been steady and sure.”
[The Welland Tribune and Telegraph, 7 June 1921]
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Rev. William Johnstone Hamilton, a resident of Welland, who spent most of his life in Church of England ministry in the West Indies. Born in Scotland he went to Jamaica as a youth and was there ordained. After 7 years in Jamaica and 21 years in Trinidad he returned to England in 1904 and held a pastorate in England until 1911. He came to Welland last year to reside with his daughter, Mrs. Wm. Holt, Electric Park. |
Over Fifty Years in Packing Business
[The Welland Tribune and Telegraph, 3 May 1921]
John Duff & Son, Limited, of Hamilton is one of our oldest packing houses in Ontario. Over fifty years ago the firm was established in a small way and through lean years and fat has carried on, ever growing, always progressive imbued with the same conservative constructive spirit bequeathed by its founder.
It is interesting to note that in the fifty-three years of the firm’s history, the telephone, the automobile, electric power and the motor truck have come to supplant the clumsy devices of that earlier day; and that while their packing plant, office, store rooms and delivery system have kept pace with modern developments, the Duff methods of curing ham and bacon have remained substantially the same. Many processes, however, have been improved and standardized, and many new lines of product added to the list of table delicacies turned out by this enterprising firms.
Charles Duff, president of the company, who has literally grown up with the business, and has practical knowledge of every department from the live-stock to the finished product is actually engaged in the management, and much of the scrupulous cleanliness and general efficiency of the concern is due to his careful supervision.
The Horse Shoe Products of this firm are well-known to the trade and always rank first in point of quality.
Was Drawn Into Chopping Machine-Amputation Necessary Between Wrist and Elbow
[The Welland Tribune and Telegraph, 10 May 1921]
An unfortunate accident befell Charles McCollum, who lives on the River Road, west of Welland, on Thursday afternoon, which required the amputation of his right arm.
It appears that Mr. McCollum was operating a chopper when his clothing was suddenly caught by the machine and his arm drawn into the mechanism. He was rushed immediately to the Welland County hospital where it was found necessary to amputate at once. The amputation was made between the wrist and the elbow.
Mr. McCollum was rather unfortunate in having his left arm broken in some manner a few weeks ago, and this had apparently just gotten well when the second disaster befell him.
Misfortune does not, however, come alone. About ten days or so ago his year and a half old baby was severely burnt about the hands when the little tot fell on a hot stove, so badly, in fact, that it may yet be necessary to skin graft one of the hands.
From First Stroke to Last Seed Was Record Made on McCollum Farm
[The Welland Tribune and Telegraph, 19 May 1921]
To attack a twenty-four acre field at 10 o’clock on Monday morning and have it seeded by six o’clock on Tuesday night was a feat performed on the farm of Charles McCollum, River Road, west of Welland, this week. We hear of such things in the Canadian West some times, but we believe the incident we have cited is a new one so far as Welland County agriculture is concerned.
Two weeks ago today, Mr. McCollum lost his right arm when it was caught in the cogs of the grinder. His fine farm lost its farmer temporarily at least. Neighbors came to the rescue this week to solve his great problem of spring seeding. “It’s better to have good neighbors than two arms,” said Mr. McCollum philosophically to the Tribune-Telegraph yesterday.
The field sown to oats was cornland of as excellent a soil as Welland County can boast. Four tractors racked it fore and aft with double discs. Then it was gone over with a culti-packer that made the field soft, fine-ground and pliable as an onion bed. After this came two teams with drills and the job was complete.
The “neighbors” referred to by Mr. McCollum were Norris Bartlett, Scott Leidy, Walter and Wm. Cosby.
[The Welland Tribune and Telegraph, 17 May 1921]
Sarah Catharine Thomson, wife of Ransom Clendenning of Moulton, passed away quite suddenly Sunday noon, May 8th, being 68 years and 6 days of age. Mrs. Clendenning was up and around about her work as usual up to the last. She leaves behind to mourn her loss her husband and three brothers, Charles H. of Moulton, David of Dunnville and George A. who has been residing with his sister; one sister having predeceased her. The funeral service, which was large attended, was held from her late residence, Tuesday afternoon, May 10th, conducted by Rev. D.J. Storms, with interment in the Inman Road Cemetery. The pallbearers were Thos. Marr, Louis Ehde, John Bradley, George Rinker, Geo. Lambert and Ithamar McPherson.