Sundays often see my guy and I driving out to search the roads of Southern and Central Ontario, especially if there is that special blue in the sky punctuated by white clouds and washed over by the warmth of sunshine. Well, he does the driving usually and I navigate, my iPhone close by and my math brain adding up the kilometres. We take a water bottle topped up with a few ice cubes and maybe a sweater and favourite books for each of us.
View from our table at the restaurant.
We had been gifted a book of places to visit and had in mind something called The Apple Park Farm Statues. First we went into Goderich and ate lunch at a favourite lakeside restaurant, Goderich Beach Street Station. As usual the food was excellent but the view of our favourite lake was spectacular. The blue green waters ribboned along the edge of the sand and out into the distant line where the lake met the sky. I actually think that view makes the spectacular food taste even better.
The Apple Park Farm Statues
Along the road east from Goderich we found the farm where the statues sprinkled the landscape. A knock on the door of the picturesque house brought a pleasant man to the door who welcomed us and invited us to stroll the property. This is the building his ancestor built near the road some time after 1895 and he used it as his workshop from whence came all the sculptures that still today dot the property. Here are a few.
Here is a team of oxen driven across the lawn with some of the buildings in the background.
I spotted this pair of well antlered deer scrapping. I didn’t want to get in their way.
Alongside the house a structure supporting a maple leaf and appearing to go right into the house–they didn’t–caught my eye. Native flowers and decorative stones in the flowerbeds basked under the sunny blue skies.
George Laithwaite was the artist and all these years later his creations still amaze. Below are what are supposed to be Sir John A. Macdonald and Sir Robert Borden turning swords into ploughshares. I got the single furrow plough and the men and oxen but needed to read to find the identities of the two historical figures.
Here are the oxen before the plough.
In this photo I was struck by the old and beautiful tree from the time of George Laithwaite and, gathered behind it, trees that are much younger.
I am so glad that we decided to go looking for this farm. We got to learn some history about an historical person, to witness his artistic talents, and to commune with nature in a very unique manner. And that night we heated leftovers from our scrumptious meal. They were just as good the second time. What a rewarding fall day for both of us.
This project is close to my heart and to the community where I grew up. I chose to be part of Growing Stronger Together: a Celebration of Oxford County’s Past which was launched a few weeks ago. Grab a cup of your favourite beverage and settle comfortably to read the whole story. Liz Dommasch agreed to be interviewed about the project and I have included my two stories about my parents. If you decide to do your own anthology type book you may find some help here. Enjoy!
Interview with Liz Dommasch regarding Growing Stronger Together
On one of those hot August days a short time ago, I met with Oxford County Archivist Liz Dommasch to hear her behind-the-scenes story about spearheading Growing Stronger Together over the last two or three years.
Elaine: Liz, I have a number of questions here for you but first of all, thank you so very much for doing this with me, and thank you for what you do here at the Oxford County Archives. I look forward to learning more about it.
Liz: I’m very excited to show you what we do here.
Elaine: What was the impetus for this book?
Liz: It was kind of twofold, like when during COVID we were mandated to work from home, and we were trying to find ways to still interact with the public. So that’s when we started our blog. A lot of the articles that are in the book were originally from our blog, but I realized a lot of people probably haven’t read our blog per se. As more and more articles came together, I kept thinking to myself, we have the basis of a book on our hands. And then just with knowing that the county’s anniversary is this year–it’s 175th since incorporation, 50 years since restructuring, and then it’s also the archive’s 25th anniversary, it just seemed like a perfect time to have a new book come out. So I feel like all the stars just aligned when this project came together.
Elaine: Yes, that fit in well. How long have you been working here?
Liz: I started with the county in 2003. At the time we were located in Beachville at the old St. Anthony’s elementary school. We were there till 2011 when we moved to this building here in Woodstock.
Elaine: Is the county archives under the auspices of the county itself, or are there other groups that have their fingers in the pie, so to speak?
Liz: We are a county department, so I report to the county clerk. Our primary function is the county’s corporate records, and we have records back to when we were incorporated in 1850, but then we also have early records from when we were in the District of Brock from 1839 to 1849, and then of course we have earlier land records and such from this area going back to 1798-1799. Those are probably the earliest land records we have for this area. Although we are the primary accounting department, I also currently take in and am responsible for the travel records of five of the area municipalities: Zorra, Blandford-Blenheim, Southwest Oxford, Town of Ingersoll, and East Zorra-Tavistock. That’s just as a service. We don’t charge anything for that. Then we also take records from the public as long as they relate to the history of the county.
Elaine: I probably should have come and talked to you when I was doing my Loyalist books. Because, you know, they take you into that whole thing of when this became Canada East and Canada West and all that stuff, you know? Anyhow, let’s go back to Growing Stronger Together. When did the project get off the ground?
Liz: We started working on this about two years ago when we pulled together our articles that we had here. We also realized then that, although we know a lot about the county, there are others that probably know just as much or even more and so that’s when we reached out to other contributors such as the municipalities, yourself, and anyone who was interested in getting involved. We had quite a lot of positive feedback when we reached out.
Elaine: Yes, I was delighted to be asked.
Liz: And it was great because in that way we were able to get stories from all over the county. We definitely tried to ensure that we reached everywhere and covered every kind of topic and theme.
Elaine: Anyhow that’s about two years ago. Were there problems with this particular project? The reason I’m saying that is that I wondered what had happened to it because I didn’t hear anything about it after I had done my submissions. I called and I don’t know if it was you I talked to, Liz, but I found out that the person who had been doing it had quit.
Liz: I lost my previous assistant last fall. Then I was working on my own for a couple of months before I hired our new assistant, Tisha. By the time I got her into the groove about the project my original plan of having this published in the spring couldn’t work. What with the number of contributors and people who kept giving us more stories and us realizing we should probably cover something from here or we didn’t cover something from there the project grew. Trying to finish all of it and then working with our graphic designer to pull it all together took a little bit longer than intended. The same thing happened with the printing.
Elaine: I was wondering who did the printing for you, because of course I’ve gone down that route with my books.
Liz: Barney’s printing here in town. Yeah, it’s just one of those things where we had plans and then, you know, life happens. I’m glad we took the time that we did because the end product is very nice. I was amazed to see how big it was, really–a hundred and fifty county stories. I think over 20 contributors. So, it eventually hit a point where I said, “Okay, we have to stop. We have to call it done.” Then we kept editing it and editing it and I hit a point where I was said, “You know what? There’s probably another typo in there and I’m just gonna let it go.” Of course, as soon as I got my first copy of it, I opened it and the first thing I saw was a typo!
It’s just honestly having a passion for a particular topic and getting the wheels into motion.
Elaine: It’s a lot like the anthology that I created. So, anyhow, how did you attract so many contributors to the project?
Liz: Honestly, I don’t quite remember how we did it, but I think we put out a call. I must have got something. Yeah, I don’t know if, it must have petered through because we had reached out to different organizations, so like the different historical societies and the different museums, and I can’t honestly remember if we even put something out online or if it made the paper or whatnot. It’s so long ago since we did it, I don’t quite remember.
Elaine: Well, I didn’t find out about it until last, maybe September.
Liz: We reached out to a lot of people we already knew and said, hey, would you be interested in contributing? And we didn’t have anyone say no, and everyone was quite eager and quite excited. We gave some ideas for themes and whatnot, but otherwise we left it to the contributor to decide what they wanted to write about, and I think that was great because we got so many neat stories.
Elaine: Yes. There was a lady who’s passed away now that I met through writing, you know, and being known in Woodstock. She was living in Cedarview. Anyway, she has written a number of things about this county.
Liz: Irene Crawford Siano.
Elaine: Yeah, a funny story about that. I hope we have enough time on here. But I did a presentation at that facility and Irene was at it. She came up to talk to me afterwards and I got to know her. She invited me to come up to her room because she was having trouble with her printer. Well, I am the computer girl, you know? And anyway, Irene always said that I was the first person she ever met that came into her room and crawled under her bed. Because I had to pull out a computer plug or something like that. Anyways, we laughed and laughed. She was lovely.
Liz: Actually, I helped her with her last book and she was worried about printing. I advised her to print it herself, so that’s what they ended up doing with her last one.
Elaine: Anyways, so back on track again. Where did the larger number of contributions originate? From private persons or people working for and with the county archives?
Liz: The majority of the contributors were members of other local heritage groups, or museum curators, or former museum curators, and a few local historians. The contributors kind of ran the gamut.
Elaine: Well, it’s nice when you get that happening and it’s not just all one sort of feeling that’s going to be in the book.
Liz: There’s such a variety of people’s recollections of growing up in the county in the book. It runs from that to something more academic and there’s this nice variety of writing styles.
Elaine: It makes it interesting for your audience, too, because it’ll attract a lot more people, don’t you think?
Liz: I mean, some people will probably gravitate to some stories more than other stories, just based on interest. But I think there’s enough in there that I think everyone will find something to interest them.
Elaine: I could have written a whole book about my parents. You know, people used to volunteer more for things. They were on this committee and that. And, you know, people stood up and did what they could do. More than we do now, I think.
Liz: I agree with you there. It was excruciating getting our children to do their volunteer hours. They just wondered why they had to do this when they couldn’t get paid and I’m telling them it’s giving back to your community and it’s learning a new skill and so on.
Elaine: And how old would they have been, grade 9?
Liz: No, I was like, you have to do your hours or you’re not graduating. But when our son was doing the hours, he actually enjoyed it.
Elaine: What was your role as county archivist in moving this project forward to completion?
Liz: So not only was I a contributor of articles–and you noticed there were a lot of mine in there–it was my responsibility to collect everything. So, I worked with our graphic designer, our communications department to pull it all together and I dealt with all the financing. And now, since we’ve been doing a lot of promotional work, I’ve been giving talks, I’ve done a few interviews, and the CBC contacted us the other week which was very exciting. That was great.
Elaine: I was really pleased to see that. We’re so hungry for local stuff anymore since the media seems to be in great big conglomerations and we don’t have our lovely small papers that talk about us.
Liz: Yeah, I’m really lucky the gentleman who runs the Woodstock Ingersoll Echo, Lee Cranky, he’s contacted me a number of times for things and so we made that paper and the Tillsonburg one, giving us a nice lot of local coverage because of it.
Elaine: What did you use as a template for the book?
Liz: Honestly, I don’t know because I did hire a graphic designer so once I literally gave her all the articles all the images, I left it up to her.
Elaine: I think she did a nice job. When I did the Calhoun book about Terry Fox and others, I had a lot of pictures and I wanted them I wanted them in colour.
Liz: I originally wanted them in colour, too, but the cost of print was not something I felt like I could justify.
Elaine: And I can see for this you couldn’t, but it looks lovely just the way it is and it’s good paper that they used. But what I did with my Calhoun book (The Man Behind the Marathons) I really wanted the pictures of Terry Fox, and I don’t know if you know John Davidson from London? I have a funny story about John Davidson of Jesse’s Journey.
Liz: Oh, right. Yes.
Elaine: Okay. I had John in my dining room interviewing him for the Calhoun book. I call it the Calhoun book because he’s the central person that was in charge of and the brains behind all those walks and runs across Canada. And so, John was sitting at my dining room table and I was recording everything and didn’t we find out that we were both at WCI (here in Woodstock) in grade nine the same year. Oh my gosh. And we didn’t know each other because you see, I was born in 1946, the first year of the baby boomers. When I got to grade 13, there were four classes of grade 13 students. The year before there had been one class. That’s the baby boom after the war. And John was there, too, but I never met him. There were so many grade nines that year. I think we had home rooms up to 9M or something. It was insane. But we didn’t know any different. So that was kind of fun when we realized we’d been in grade nine together. You never know when you start talking to people.
To get back to you can you tell me what you used as a template for the book?
Liz: We kind of gave it to her in our themes and the chapter titles. We knew we had one on, you know, government. We had some on black history. We had arts and entertainment and then from there my helper kind of set it all up.
Elaine: How did you fund the book?
Liz: Luckily, I did have a budget line for the project. Every year we have a budget for the county, and this past year with the anniversary, I did have a specific budget line for all the anniversary stuff that we were doing, so that included the book.
Elaine: Yes, that’s good.
Liz: We’re expecting sales to be a large part of the budget…Honestly, I was hoping we would just break even, but at the end of the day, the importance was getting it out there, so sales have been good, we’ve been pretty steady. Both Ingersoll and Tillsonburg library branches are collaborating, and the county administration building is selling it, and it’s also available on our website, too. And we’ve been selling it at different events. The Harrington Heritage Committee sold a few for us at their event this past weekend.
Elaine: Harrington has been doing a lot of community stuff up there for years.
Liz: Then I’ll be doing some talks in the fall and I’ll bring the books with me. We’ll lug them out to everything we’re attending to hopefully sell them all. At first I was a little bit worried because we were getting a lot of feedback before the book launch even came out and I was wondering if we would have enough books ordered?
Elaine: How many did you order?
Liz: 250. So we’re good.
Elaine: That’s good. Who should buy this book and why?
Liz: One, I think anyone who has a love of local history. You don’t necessarily have to be from the county or have grown up in the county, I think, to enjoy it. There are a lot of fun folklore stories in there that I think are great. Different local people who made it big elsewhere, so you might recognize names like Amy Semple McPherson, the baseball player Tip O’Neill. It’s not just Oxford, per se; we do kind of spread out.
Elaine: I noticed that in the topics. I thought that was good.
Liz: Yeah, we also include some recipes. We talk about, you know, the history of plum pudding and having it in World War I, and we talk about some of the recipes that we have here and letters written to people by local soldiers. It’s a whole mishmash of things. If you have any kind of interest in the history, you’ll love this book.
Elaine: A mishmash is probably a good way to do it because our makeup of the county and of Canada really is a mishmash. I mean, that’s what people are like.
Liz: Like I said we made sure to cover every geographical area so if you’re from Tilsonburg you’re gonna know there’s information about Tillsonburg but there’s so much more. You can learn about county things that you might not have known before.
Elaine: Do you have the story in there about Annandale House in Tillsonburg? It was the wonderful old house that was turned into the museum down there.
Liz: No, I don’t. You know it’s funny because everyone keeps asking me after, oh do you have this story? Do you have this story? And I’m like, no. Now I feel like we’re literally going to have to start working on a second book.
Elaine: That’s what happened to me when I did my Canada: Brave New World because people said they wished their stories were in there and was I doing another one? Once people see the product, their minds start to churn out more and more possibilities.
Liz: I was talking to Scott Gillies, the former curator in Ingersoll and I had given a talk back in the spring. I was telling some of the stories about some of the train wrecks that we covered in there. There’s a funny story about this one that happened just outside of Ingersoll and all the lights had gone off. People were trying to scramble out the doors and stuff and this poor woman was trying to climb through a window and a gentleman literally a pushed her so he could climb up over her. He left her behind in the train by herself.
Elaine: So you used the wrong word there. He wasn’t a gentleman.
Liz: Gentleman. Long story short, not a gentleman.
Elaine: You know what you’re doing makes me think of my own case because my first four books that I wrote were historical fiction. Now I go out and speak about history and related subjects and I always tell them that when I was in high school I hated history. They can’t believe it and I say because history was learn the dates and what were the six ways of blah blah blah, you know, and I say it was so boring. When I write historical fiction that frees me up to still have the history right but to be able to bring out the stories on a personal level.
Liz: I find with how they teach history in the school, it’s so much very much the dates, the events, and it’s, you know, confederation and the fur trade. And we need to know that, too. We need to know it, but let’s be honest, a lot of it’s kind of dry. It’s that social history that people gravitate towards, and once I start telling, especially with my own kids, about more of the kind of people, the humorous kind of stories, that’s what hooks people in.
Elaine: And my mother couldn’t understand that I hated history when I was in high school because when she would get her history book on the first day of school, she’d take it home and read it cover to cover. I mean maybe their books were different than ours. But I always think that’s interesting that now I just love history. I’ll stop on the side of the road and read something on a sign.
Liz: Every day I’m kind of learning something new depending on what we’re looking through or what someone’s research request is.
Elaine: Yeah, that’s funny. I wish in our history we could have discovered that everybody learns differently and so stop doing all the teaching the same way. What would you do differently if you had a chance to do this again?
Liz: That is a good question. I probably would give myself a little bit more time knowing how big the project ended up being. I think we first started talking about it in like 2022 or 2023. You think you have tons of time and then suddenly it’s halfway through 2025 and we don’t have a book yet.
Elaine: It’s a bit of a train wreck.
Liz: Yes, because of a lot of things. As a side note our jobs here have slightly changed so I’m not just archivist anymore. I’ve become the records manager for the county. I also do freedom of information requests. Suddenly I’m going in all sorts of different directions so there are some weeks where I’m not even doing our usual stuff, I’m doing other things. That became a bit of a challenge as well but I’m not stopping. We do have plans for other books.
Elaine: And once you’ve done one…speaking from my experience, when I wrote The Loyalist’s Wife, I fully intended to be traditionally published. And then the more I got into it and the more I found out what the publishing world is like, I just couldn’t see myself doing that. Yes, I was sixty when I started writing that first book, and it took me until I was sixty-six to get it done. I’m a perfectionist which is a good thing if you’re in this business. And so I published it in 2013, I think, and I published it myself, and I started my own publishing company, but my girlfriend that I met in this journey, she went with an agent and still hasn’t published. I just went wherever I needed to go. I went to conferences in Vancouver, I went to Niagara Falls, I belonged to a big writing club in Ajax, and I just went to learn all I could. And once I wasn’t learning anything anymore, I’d go on to the next thing. And it was a good way for me because I, as a 4-H kid, learned to do by doing. Exactly.
Liz: Exactly, it’s funny. So this is actually the third book we’ve done, but it’s the largest one we’ve done. So I think originally when we were doing it I was thinking it was probably gonna be the same size as some of our previous ones so I think my mind was like oh we can do this and then as it grew in volume and contributors and everything else it definitely became more of a challenge.
Elaine: Did you find though that it probably was every bit as much of a challenge for those smaller books because we didn’t have the technology that we have now? You know, everybody sent you the article already, already typed up and everything.
Liz: That, yeah, everyone sent me the JPEG or the TIFF image, and the wording.
Elaine: Is there something else that you would like me to put in this article?
Liz: I will say, and I mentioned in my introduction, that we are a community archives. We are a county department but we mostly see ourselves as a community archives and not only because we have the community records that we maintain but the fact that we build these community partnerships with contributors and other local history groups and such. This book honestly wouldn’t have been as great if we didn’t have that connection with the community.
Elaine: And, you know, I’ve come to really take it into my soul, I guess, the idea of how important it is that people write their stories. A couple of years ago, my daughter called me and she said, Grandma would have been 100 this coming fall, and Beth would be 50. And she said, she and her grandma were going to have a party and so on, because it was a big one for both of them, and then my mother died that summer, so we never got to it. And Beth said to me, “Why don’t we have a party?” And Beth lived on the West Coast, so, I knew, it was going to be a big deal. And I was talking to her on the phone and I said, “Beth, I’ve got Grandma’s pages that she was working on.” My dad had died and she was living in an apartment, and she was a smart lady and needed something to keep her going. And I said, “Why don’t you write a book or write stories or whatever?” She was a lifelong reader, you know.
And then I said, I’m talking to Beth and I’m telling her this, and I said, “I know exactly where that envelope is, because I kept it through all the moves and everything else.” I knew I had a treasure there, but I had never read it. Because you know what your life is like. You’ve got five million things you’re doing, right? And I got it out that week, and I realized my mother had written her mother’s story in a fictional manner, and she had almost finished it, but she hadn’t completed it. So, I got it out and I thought, what do I do with this? And I decided that I didn’t want to really mess around with her writing, because, I mean, she was a good writer. I probably changed about three things. I think it was 90 pages or something. There were sections she hadn’t completed, but I couldn’t write them, because she was writing about her family growing up. I didn’t know the stories. And so I just came in as myself and put in what I knew about the interim parts. I only did that about three times, but it worked. I explained what I knew and carried on with the parts she had written. I ended up with a treasure, 90% my mother’s words. I love it.
Liz: I love that it’s inter-generational.
Elaine: I did that book and my family was just so excited about it I decided to publish it for everybody and I did an audiobook as I’ve done for all of my books.
Liz: That’s good to know.
Elaine: What an interesting tale you’ve told us today, Liz. Thanks so much for spearheading the project and for telling us about your journey.
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As mentioned in my interview with Liz Dommasch above, I submitted two stories for Growing Stronger Together when I received a request to do so. I come from parents who were very community oriented so I chose to write about them as examples of the many community people in those days who gave of their time and energy to help their communities.
Here is the one about Alice Garner, the mother of thirteen children who contributed in countless ways to her community.
Please Love and Understand Each Other
By Elaine Cougler
Alice Garner was born in 1923 and spent her first years in the Stratford/Shakespeare area. Her ancestors were Pennsylvania Dutch and she came from a singing family. When she was twelve this shy girl walked downtown in Stratford to the radio station and walked out again out with her own weekly 15-minute radio show where she performed new songs across the air waves. For the rest of her life music infused almost everything she did.
Alice was my mother and the mother of my twelve brothers and sisters. She married our father, Ernie, in 1940 and the babies came over the next 25 years. Alice and Ernie taught them all they knew about work and responsibility. If we children didn’t get our chores done, we didn’t get the reward (usually a pleased smile). There was an expectation that each of us would do dishes and make beds, gather our own dirty clothes and tidy up wherever we were asked. My brothers had to shovel up messes in the barn, wash the cows’ teats before putting on the milking machine, drop grain at the head of each cow’s stall, and drive the milked cows back out to pasture. I was the only girl until I was nine so I helped Mom in the house.
This was an exciting time with everyone in our world inventing new things like farm machinery to ease the farmer’s life and tossing out the wringer washer and replacing it with an Easy Spin-Rinse machine. Mom was overjoyed when Dad bought her a clothes dryer and ended the years of hanging 10 loads of laundry three times a week on long, over-burdened lines that were strung from our porch to huge trees way down the lane.
Dad put in a new furnace and our wood stoves disappeared. He bought an electric stove for the kitchen and a flick of the switch on the front would turn on whatever burner Mom wanted. Of course by then he had had a new, deep well dug and we had hot water whenever we needed it.
Mom and her friends were active in the church. They sewed clothes and crafts for bazaars to raise money for church projects. They took over special church services and visited sick people. Mom was on a provincial government committee that was instrumental in helping set up educational programming. She did so much volunteering that I fondly called her ‘Valerie Volunteer’. Everyone worked to better the community.
A pivotal moment for me as a young mother was the night I sat spellbound in the WCI auditorium and watched my mother be nominated as the Liberal candidate for the provincial election in the summer of 1975. As I listened, my mother spoke of her hopes for Ontario, her words interspersed with bursts of applause. I was spellbound. Whether she won or lost she showed me what a respected, clever and amazing person she was. Pride filled me.
In 1984 Woodstock and Oxford County were treated to another of my mother’s terrific ideas. She called a family meeting and discussed having the Garner family perform The Sound of Music. We all jumped on board. By this time there were children and grandchildren of the original thirteen and Mom motivated us all. She played the Mother Superior, sister Linda played Maria and ‘married’ my husband who played the Captain. In 1991, we were on stage at WCI again at Mom’s request. This time we did Pirates of Penzance to more sold out performances. Getting to perform with my nieces and nephews, my siblings and a whole bunch of in-laws made memories to last for all of us.
Mom sang in the Knox United Church choir for over 50 years and must have done hundreds of solos in that time. She taught her children to sing and love music and all of us who wanted them got music lessons. I remember riding my bike the four miles to Embro for piano lessons and then back home again. Of course I always bought some hard black balls at Charlie Beagley’s store on the main corner in Embro.
She led the KUC Junior Choir for a number of years. Every year she helped kids prepare for the music festival. She was an active member of many groups. I remember craft and sewing projects coming to life in our living room for the yearly UCW bazaar. She became leader of the whole UCW.
At sixty-two Mom decided to get a job, the first since she had been a young teenager. She got her real estate licence and sold enough property to buy a new set of furniture with her own money. She didn’t need the money but she was delighted to keep learning and doing and trying.
This amazing woman stepped out to help her community and beyond. She is best known for her roles in the Canadian Cancer Society including Education Chairman of Ontario Division. When my father showed the signs of Alzheimer’s, Mom stepped up to help the local society.
When my mother died, stories filled the funeral home at the visitations and then later at the service at our family church in Embro. Roger McCombe wrote an article in the Sentinel Review and many others sent cards, flowers and glowing remembrances. Thankfully one of my brothers prepared a huge booklet for each of his siblings. It is filled with many mementos of Mom’s life including a letter she wrote that she left for each of her children to read after her death.
“Please love and understand one another. Stay close—have fun together—have a party every once in a while and remember us. Lots of love, Mom.”
In 2023 I found the typed pages Mom had written before she died. I had thought it was fiction. Leading up to her 100th birthday I got it out and found the unfinished story of her mother, Maggie. What a wonderful legacy she left us. I published it, mostly in her words.
And here is my story about my father, Ernest Garner, a successful farmer, a pillar of the community and the warden of Oxford County in 1961. Along with all of that he raised thirteen children to follow in his footsteps.
A Man, His Family and His Community
by Elaine Cougler
On May 13, 1916, just down the slant road from Cody’s School, a baby boy was born. Ernie was another boy for Frank and Fannie Garner and he would grow up to be a son of whom they could be proud. This is the story of my father, Ernest Francis Garner.
Born during World War I, growing up through the roaring twenties and the dirty thirties, Dad was anxious to make his way in the world and, once he married Mom in Beachville in 1940, to raise his own family. No flowing white lacy gown or perfectly pleated tuxedo for this pair. Their honeymoon was a day trip to Springbank Park in London. For the next five years they lived with Alice’s mother and raised babies, all the while working, planning and saving to buy their own farm.
By the time I was born, Dad had bought his father’s farm on the third line of West Zorra Township. A farmer, he had not gone to war. He raised food crops to feed Canada and the wider world, and even worked for some time in Woodstock making shells for the war effort. He once told me about his vegetable route. He loaded up his first truck with turnips and sugar beets and drove his route down towards Chatham and Wallaceburg to sell his wares.
One Sunday our parents took us to church in Embro. They dressed up all of us children, got us up the many church steps, and into the sanctuary. We were probably well behaved as expected. After the service someone came to Dad and told him that he had put us in that other family’s pew. The next Sunday Dad led us into the sanctuary and marched us to a pew right down front. No one else sat up there. That was our pew ever after.
My parents hardly ever talked about the war. They wanted to get on with their lives. As babies came along, Mom and Dad modelled all they knew about work and responsibility. There was an expectation that each of us would do dishes and make beds, gather our own dirty clothes and tidy up wherever we were asked. If we didn’t get our chores done, we heard about it. My brothers had to shovel up messes in the barn, wash the cows’ teats before putting on the milking machine, drop grain at the head of each cow’s stall, and drive the milked cows back out to pasture. I was the only girl until I was nine so I helped Mom in the house.
Dad enjoyed doing his share in the community. He served on church committees, became a church elder and often visited the sick. When Mom ran for provincial election, Dad went up and down the roads of Oxford County talking to his many friends and acquaintances to help his wife get elected.
My father’s greatest contribution to his community was in local government. He was elected to West Zorra Township Council. In 1961, he became Warden of Oxford County and was somewhat of a favourite in the Sentinel Review. My sister Linda was born that year and a lovely photo of my parents and their twelfth child was featured in the paper. I also remember a photo of all of us smiling children sitting on the stairs and Mom and Dad beside us.
As warden, Dad helped open the newly completed section of highway 401 from Preston (Cambridge) to the Hwy. 2 interchange at Woodstock. He met Fred Cass, there at the time as a government representative, and they discovered they were related.
What I learned about my father as I got older was how good he was at listening to what everyone had to say as we discussed politics, church affairs, family happenings and whatever else came up. He let us all voice our thoughts as he sat watching and listening. When the discussion died down, Dad would quietly sum up with a couple of pithy remarks.
Mom and Dad took their turns entertaining friends, Farm Forum members and councillors at our home. It was a close-knit group and these adults always worked well together to get things done.
When I was going to Cody’s School, a one-room building two miles from our home—yes, we walked there and back every day—a bunch of the fathers in our community built a small log cabin which they hoisted up onto a big wagon. This was pulled by a tractor in the fall fair parade. I was on the wagon in a pioneer costume that Mom had sewn for me and my brother Wayne was one of the costumed natives walking along each side.
In 1956 Dad sold our home farm to the Canada Cement Company. It was where today huge towers light the sky to prevent planes headed for London Airport from crashing into the towers. Long gone are the house and barns and fields of corn, wheat, barley and oats. Instead huge piles of quarried rock and gravel cover most of the two miles of farmland up that road.
The biggest loss to me is the close community where we knew all the neighbours and they knew us. We had presentations, dances, box socials, softball games, and Christmas concerts where everyone came and contributed. If someone needed help, a friend was there immediately.
My dad hired neighbours to pick the sweet corn when it was ready and pack five dozen cobs into each slatted box. Every night of corn season, we would have two huge kettles on the stove full of peeled cobs for supper. Mom and several of us kids would blanche, strip and freeze about twelve dozen cobs for the winter.
Our community surrounding us in the fifties and sixties is probably what made me the friendly person I am today. I am thankful my parents bought that farm and raised us among people who live in my memories still.
You can find Growing Stronger Together in several places around Oxford County while the copies last. The County of Oxford building in downtown Woodstock and a couple of county libraries would be a great place to start.
Here’s a book I finished reading this week and I thought I’d share my Goodreads review of it. I love when a book shows me something new and different and, above all, makes me think.
I also like being a part of Goodreads as I can see what others are reading, how much they are reading and if I might enjoy something other readers have put forth. It’s another way we humans can connect with others and maybe even give each other something new and different in which to revel. If you haven’t tried Goodreads, you might think of it now. In the meantime, here is my review of my latest reading treasure.
Our Missing Hearts is a unique take on the things humans can do to each other under the guise of protecting and improving society. All too often these things mask the ugly face of prejudice, fear and downright cruelty. Ng’s book takes these traits one step further and shows us the inherent results of such societal decisions. The central theme in the book is brought to life by the separating of a family because the mother is of Chinese descent and the world of that time sees that as something to be feared. To protect her husband and son she disappears, leaving her twelve-year-old son bereft and her husband a shell of a man. As the book progresses the son comes to try to find his mother and to understand what has happened. A probing account of what humans are all too often too ready to do to each other.
My eight books are on Goodreads as well. If you haven’t done it yet, why not write reviews for all of them? Review are great on Amazon as they help all authors get their books out there for the world to find.
Everyone has favourite authors and favourite books. Isn’t it wonderful when they come together? And that’s what is happening today. My first encounter with Helen Hollick was as an historical fiction writer at the Historical Novel Society whose conference I attended in Denver, Colorado, a number of years ago. Helen was there from England and I learned all about her prowess as a writer. Next I realized that she was the person to apply to with my first two historicals about the Loyalists. I did. She and her team accepted them and my writing was on the HNS online list of book reviews.
This amazing writer moved to Devon and continued to write and publish, all the while through her newsletters keeping her readers enthralled with her journey. Along the way Helen told wonderful bits about her horse-loving daughter so, to me, this new book which carries Kathy Hollick’s name as part of the byline was inevitable.
Thanks to both Helen and Kathy for this book which is coming out soon. I’ll be purchasing a copy through the link below for sure.
Promoting Ghost Encounters: The Lingering Spirits of North Devon
By Helen Hollick (With daughter Kathy Hollick)
Everyone assumes that ghosts are hostile. Actually, most of them are not.
You either believe in ghosts or you don’t. It depends on whether you’ve encountered something supernatural or not. But when you share a home with several companionable spirits, or discover benign ghosts in public places who appear as real as any living person, scepticism is abandoned.In GHOST ENCOUNTERS: The Lingering Spirits Of North Devon, mother and daughter share their personal experiences, dispelling the belief that spirits are to be feared.
Ghost Encounters will fascinate all who enjoy the beautiful region of rural South-West England, as well as interest those who wish to discover more about its history… and a few of its ghosts.
(Includes a bonus of two short stories and photographs connected to North Devon)
Paperback published February 28th – e-book will also be available on Kindle Unlimited
ABOUT HELEN and KATHY
Known for her captivating storytelling and rich attention to historical detail,Helen might not see ghosts herself, but her nautical adventure series,and some of her short stories, skilfully blend the past with the supernatural, inviting readers to step into worlds where the boundaries between the living and the deadblur.Her historical fiction spans a variety of periods and her gift lies in her ability to bring historical figures and settings to life, creating an immersive experience that transports readers into the past. Her stories are as compelling as they are convincing.She is a USA Todaybest-seller, and also writes the Jan Christopher cosy mystery series set during the 1970s, and based around heryears of working as a library assistant.
Helen and her family moved from London to Devon, England, in 2013 – you might have spotted her and Kathy on repeats of BBC TV’s Escape To The Country.
When not encountering friendly ghosts, Kathy’s passion is horses. She started riding at the age of three, had a pony at thirteen,and discovered showjumping soon after. Kathy now runs her own Taw River Equine Events, and coachesriders of any age or experience, specialising in positive mindset and overcoming confidence issues.
Kathy lives with her farmer partner, Andrew, in their flat adjoining the main Devon farmhouse. She regularly competes at affiliated British Showjumping, and rides side-saddle (‘aside’) when she has the opportunity. She produces her own horses, several from home-bredfoals.She also has a fun diploma in Dragons and Dragon Energy, which was something amusing to study during the Covid lockdown.
For a writer there are many exciting days but none is quite so appealing as the day she gets to see her final cover. Late yesterday, I got to see mine. Weeks of work by my cover designer, Sharon Clare at Clarity Book Cover Designs, culminated in me opening her e-mail to take a look at the latest rendition.
I was thrilled!
Sharon caught the essence of the story in the old schoolhouse and the ten-year-old girl wearing a Mom-sewed dress. Piano keys and floating notes suggest that music was and is such a foundation in my life. The straight pen takes us back to first learning to write with pen and ink at a time when ballpoint pens were shunned and every wooden desk had a round slot for a glass inkwell, perfect for dipping the pen.
And that’s me in the braids. I had them until I was eleven. That girl has a lot of stories to tell of growing up with nine brothers and three sisters on a dairy farm at a time when the world was expanding as it recovered from World War II. The fifties and sixties seemed to bridge the time of children ‘being seen and not heard’ and the awakening of our world, bigger and better than ever before.
As our world tries to cope with all the changes forced on us by the pandemic, many of us have noticed how companies are handling customer service. I’ve learned to say now it’s customer disservice after spending 5 hours on the phone with a huge company trying to sort out my author account. Having been linked to several different people, all of whom made me prove yet again who I was, and none of whom could help me, and for each of whom I was put on hold, I was passed to a soft-spoken man. Yet again, he asked for all my details which by now I could recite in my sleep.
I started to yell. At the top of my voice. And it’s a singing/speaking voice so I can be loud.
He waited for me to pause and then said, “Elaine, I am fixing the problem right now.”
And he did.
My takeaway from that? Yell right off the bat and you won’t have to wait for 5 hours to get the problem solved.
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My husband is a funny guy. His reaction to all of this was to make up one of his famous lists. I’ve included it here for you. Grab your favourite comfort drink and read on.
Your Call is Important to Us …
12 best messages for companies who are backlogged with support calls
to use when customers call in for help.
1. “Your call is important to us, leave a message at the tone and we will get back to you within 5 business days. We promise!”
2. “Your call is important to us; leave your name, number and complaint details and our customer service team will have a good laugh.”
3. “Your call is important to us, we’ll just put you on hold while we help the first 100 people in our queue.”
4. “Your call is important to us, but our helpful service person has an appointment with her psychiatrist today and is not available.”
5. “Your call is important to us, but surely you can solve your own problem if you just work a little harder.”
6. “Your call is important to us, press “1” for a downloadable free copy of our 500-page Service Manual.”
7. “Your call is important to us, press “2” to renew your service contract for another 5 years and then we will be glad to help you.”
8. “Your call is important to us, send an email to us with your complaint details. “[email protected].”
9. “Your call is important to us, please call back later and in the meantime we will try to find a real person who might be truly anxious to really assist you.”
10. “Your call is important to us. Whoa!! Can’t you take a joke? 11. “Your call is important to us, but not as important as our bottom line.
12. “Your call is important to us. OK, not us! But probably to someone out there.
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One of the best things about Netflix is the way it remembers what I like and gives me more of the same. Over the past year or so my husband and I have watched more television than usual and Netflix has had a good chance to see exactly the types of shows to which we gravitate. Here are some of the series we’ve enjoyed.
Our most recent find was Challenger: The Final Flight, the story of NASA’s disastrous first attempt to include civilians in the space program. Teacher Christa McAuliffe attracted a lot of media attention. The world followed her progress and NASA experienced a renewed media interest in the space program. Perhaps that accounts for the decision to go in spite of technical problems. The four episodes kept us glued to the TV and we learned a lot of new information. Excellent.
A few weeks ago we found Greatest Events of World War II in Colour. This series of ten episodes surprised us with original footage, excellently coloured so that it seemed to have been taken last week, and many, many facts about which we were ignorant. There is another similar title on Netflix which we have not watched yet so be careful to get the correct title.
The Royal House of Windsor gave a balanced and insightful picture of the Windsors and–of particular interest at the time of HRH Prince Philip’s death–of his contributions to the British monarchy. The six shows of season one begin the series. The first one shows the horrific reason for changing the royal family’s last name from Saxe-Coborg Gotha to Windsor and the series goes through to Prince Charles’ preparations to become King. Interesting and fact-filled.
Of course my particular interest as a reader and writer is historical fiction. This gives me a chance to experience the facts of history but also the fictional accounts of individual people who may have lived. Diana Gabaldon’s books about Scotland and Jamie Fraser in the 1700’s are legendary, so much so that they have been turned into an excellent series. Outlander is also on Netflix and I quite enjoyed seeing the series brought to the screen. My preference is always to read the books first, though. Isn’t yours?
A few years ago my wonderful brother-in-law got me started on Bernard Cornwell’s Uhtred of Bebbanburg series about the Vikings attacking the Saxons in the north of England and the boy who was taken back to grow up with Saxon heritage but Viking ways. It really taught me a lot about English history and I still look to see what Cornwell’s latest book is. The Last Kingdom is fabulous. Oh, I must check and see if there are any more shows on Netflix!
Every one of these shows will keep you thinking, whether you prefer fiction or real events. Please share your own favourites in the comments, whether they be books, movies or TV series.
Usually I keep my newsletters in a certain tone as I want my readers to get a specific product from me, one that they can count on. In that way I build my list and give people what they want; indeed, what they expect.
Yesterday, I varied my plan.
It was my last newsletter before this huge season of celebration. I thought my readers might like to hear from my heart rather than from my business, albeit a business I love.
I hardly mentioned my writing. Instead I talked about this past year’s highs and lows. Especially about a personal goal reached, one that no one really knew about. No, it’s not that my 5th book was published!
And people reacted!
People who had never responded to my newsletter wrote sweet notes full of warmth. I thought, just this one time, I would share parts of that newsletter with the wider world of my writing blog audience. (If you want to receive my newsletter twice a month, sign up in the left column box.)
Winter Wonderland and Singing Siblings
It’s the time of all sorts of celebrations and I wish each and every one of you great joy as you celebrate in your own special way. My husband and I decorated early this year to help keep our spirits from sinking into COVID crappy thoughts and it has worked very well. We’ve been turning the lights on all day every day to create our own bit of joy. A couple of weeks ago we had a Sunday where lovely snow fell all day and at night we took a walk in our neighbourhood. The houses above and below were just gorgeous!
I’ve tried to sing and play the piano much more these days and I find those pleasures remind me of happier times when we got together with my huge family–I grew up with 9 brothers and 3 sisters–and ours was a home filled with music. Singsongs were wonderful, especially as my brothers grew older and took all those male parts. One year in our singalong, my sister playing piano, we sang Hallelujah Chorus. Most of us knew it by heart. I remember the deep bass of my brother, Roger, the stirring soprano of my sister, Linda, (I joined her) and my sister Donna’s rich alto, along with the sweetest tenor voice I ever heard coming from my brother, Keith. By that time my mother had passed but I know she would have revelled in that performance.
My Highlight of 2020
This has been such a year for ups and downs. It’s the toughest one I can ever remember for so many reasons but it has also had many highs for us. We are so fortunate to be at a time in our lives when we are not worrying about losing our own livelihood, but watching friends and family, indeed, the world struggle to live in these new times has been tough. I found I had to get a short bit of news in the morning, maybe a story or two at noon and virtually go incommunicado for the rest of the day. It was and is the only way I could and can survive.
And I had to find new ways to still my creative mind. I wrote a new book, I tried to sort out my email woes (ongoing, still), I pulled out my songbooks and starting playing and singing again, I planned back porch safely distanced visits, I thought about flying to visit my daughter and her family at Christmas (it never happened), I wrote a short essay for inclusion in a London author’s anthology (it’s launching soon), I walked with my husband and walked and walked, we laughed and we cried as friends’ life events came along, and I joined my sister, Donna Garner’s alley jam (YouTube video) one Friday night in August. No, I’m not in the video as they did that after I had been.
Many people know that I have been a lifelong singer, member of many choirs, sometime choir director, music director and lover of singing forever. What people don’t know is that I have written many songs over the years, about 20 or so, and they have helped me sing out my life’s paths, good and bad. Music has been my shelter in almost every storm.
So this summer my husband and I already had a short errand in Guelph and decided we could safely go on to one of Donna’s alley jams. She did allow us to use her Covid-sanitized bathroom–thank goodness–and we bought takeout supper on the way to her house in Toronto. It was a lovely evening and as the sun sank the musicians began to gather. Ron and I took a seat at the back to watch and listen. We sat in our lawn chairs for the show, me clutching my music and getting a sense of the group around us.
Donna’s contacts are many and multi-faceted. (Donna’s website) Guitars, keyboards, violins, cellos, a bass viol, and a few other instruments took part. To hear them was thrilling. After about an hour Donna introduced me and I stepped up to the front. Unlike all of those other people, I don’t play any instruments except some pretty crappy piano. Donna was on keyboard. I had copies enough of the music for everyone. We started.
“I Can Hear My Mom Singin'” is my own composition and the song I chose to sing and I felt Mom was there watching two of her daughters perform the way she taught us to all our lives. I don’t sing as well as I used to but it didn’t matter. I did my best. The musicians seemed to love my song and a lovely round of applause accompanied me back to my seat.
I had always yearned to sing on a professional stage, wondered what it would be like, but never got beyond my amateur status. This night, at 74 years of age, I sang with pros. What was it like? It was fabulous!
So that picture above with the sunny cloud shows you what I felt like. It was the highlight of the year for me.
Donna’s Alley Jam behind her garage in Toronto. She is on accordion, one of about 9 instruments she plays.
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The Loyalist’s Wife
The Loyalist’s Luck
The Loyalist Legacy
The Loyalist’s Daughter
The Man Behind the Marathons: How Ron Calhoun Helped Terry Fox and Other Heroes Make Millions for Charity
So there I was, all prettied up and wearing my best smile, and starting my book launch on the Facebook platform. I welcomed everyone. I told them how the 45 minutes would go. I was excited.
Whoa! Little messages started popping up in the other Facebook window I had open. Fast and furious. Why was everyone bothering me?
I took a look.
People couldn’t get in with the link Facebook had given me to send to them. Grrr. I started searching for the problem. No luck. Texted my techie daughter. She had no ideas. Wonderful screen shots came in to me with the message people were getting. Double grrr for the mess I was in.
I had to shut it all down and answer the messages to let people know there was a problem. I felt so frustrated because I am the person who always tests out the equipment before the event. I make sure everything is working.
This morning I worked out a different way to reach my people. I did my short presentation on my Flip Camera. Checked it and saw that the whole file (14 min) had my head cut off. I did another version. Uploaded it to my computer. Found out that the Flip camera I have is old tech now and my desktop Mac won’t support the 32-bit old technology. I decided to do the video a third time.
I used my lovely late model iPhone. Surely it would work. Uploaded the file to my computer and started the upload to YouTube. Of course they have changed the platform so I had to figure out how to upload again. Grrr. As I write now, it has been ‘uploading’ for about 20 minutes and has about 3% done. At this rate, I’ll have it for Christmas. Maybe.
Here’s the Whole Cover
Pricing
You can order your print copy from Amazon at a reduced price up to and including Tuesday, Dec. 8. You can also pre-order an ebook copy there and it will be sent out Dec. 15. OR You can order your print copy from me for porch pickup on Dec. 15 from 1-4 pm EST. Use the contact form to reach me for my address if you don’t know it.
If you buy it from me the price is $18 Canadian. And I will autograph it for you. Your choice.
I hope I’ve made all of this clear and that you get your copies. It does make a great Christmas gift. Thank you to all of my wonderful supporters through all of this.
Here is my existing trilogy with its matching covers.
This week, in the midst of the COVID-19 crisis all across the world, another of my personal heroes passed away at the age of 88. I told my story about Jean Little in a post that included the incomparable Margaret Laurence almost four years ago now. Here is the link to that post, entitled Margaret Laurence, Jean Little and My Writing Journey. I hope you will enjoy seeing both these writers from my point of view.
Jean Little (on the left) and her sister, Pat DeVries