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"‘Day is done, gone the sun’
Marian Scott, Montreal Gazette
Published: Sunday, April 29, 2007
Calling all former Camp Oolahwan girls: Its time to brush up on your Boom-da-de-ah-da.
Smores and campfire songs like Land of the Silver Birch will be on tap May 12, when former campers and staff of the now-closed YWCA camp gather at the downtown Womens Y.
Founded in 1917 near Ste. Marguerite, 100 kilometres north of Montreal, Oolahwan was Quebecs first summer camp for girls. It closed in 2004, a victim of rising costs and changing times.
In 1964, Marian Scott, 9, waits for the Camp Oolahwan bus on Crescent St. outside the YWCA.
In its final decade, Oolahwan accepted boys and offered English immersion for francophones.
In 2005, the Y sold the 345-acre property, including a private lake, for $1.47 million to developers, who have subdivided it into building lots.
Former camper Lesley Charters Cotton, 58, learned two years ago her beloved camp had been sold when she tried to donate photographs to the YWCAs archives. The holistic health teacher in Dorval decided to organize a reunion to keep Oolahwan memories alive."
Friday, May 04, 2007
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Muddle House: The Preacher of Cedar Mountain: "The Preacher of Cedar Mountain
I paid two bucks for a single page of writing the other day. This page.
'A burnt, bare, seared, and wounded spot in the great pine forest of Ontario, some sixty miles northeast of Toronto, was the little town of Links. It lay among the pine ridges, the rich, level bottomlands, and the newborn townships, in a region of blue lakes and black loam that was destined to be a thriving community of prosperous farmer folk. The broad, unrotted stumps of trees that not so long ago possessed the ground, were thickly interstrewn among the houses of the town and in the little fields that began to show as angular invasions of the woodland, one by every settler's house of logs.
'Through the woods and through the town there ran the deep, brown flood of the little bog-born river, and streaking its current for the whole length were the huge, fragrant logs of the new-cut pines, in disorderly array, awaiting their turn to be shot through the mill and come forth as piles of lumber, broad waste slabs, and heaps of useless sawdust.'
I looked at the faded green volume in my hand, with an uncertain $2.00 written on the first page, as if the people running the tiny booksale weren't sure that anyone would pay that much for a worn hardback printed in 1920. That first page was enough to convince me. If you can read that, and not understand why, then I have no use for you. If you do, then you can pick up cheap copys of 'The Preacher of Cedar Mountain' by Ernest Thompson Seton at amazon.com.
Now, to read the entire book."
Woodcraft in Poland: Who's Who - Ernest Thomas Seton - The Woodcraft Movement: "Woodcraft in Poland
Welcome to my blog about Woodcraft in Poland. It documents my activities out in the woods along with various ideas, reviews and pieces of research. If you are a like minded person check out the links below or leave a comment. It's great to meet more people interested in this kind of thing or just those who want to look at pictures of the Polish countryside! Currently this blog is only in English as I'm not really up to writing in coherent Polish yet. "
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