Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Another special moment

We asked one of our great grandkids, Kalib, to wake up one of our grand-kids, Haddush,because it was time for supper. Haddush had been playing soccer and wasn't in the mood for waking up
Can't say Kalib didn't put his heart into the effort though.
Doug g
Thanks for sharing family pics

Prairie Moments

The view from 3 feet isn't as spectacular as the rockets blasting off, airplanes discharging flares or purring automated cats, but non-the less there are special moments and lot to be seen. Evidence of first nations are every where. Tee-Pee circles dot the landscape. Most have been excavated by archeologists but you can still make out the sites and cairns on a good advantaged hill or bluff.( yes, that's real cactus which you have to watch for or they flatten your tires)

Last fall as I was peddling along, I happened to glance over my shoulder and realized I had picked up a trail buddy. The coyote blended in so well that I sensed him more than saw him. When I stopped, he stopped, when I moved, he moved. It was really great communicating quietly with him for a while until he lost interest and trotted off on his own.

Speaking of " Trail Buddies". I got an e mail from Gary Laurent whose is living in Medicine Hat also. He says he grew up in Greenfield Park and thought he was the only " Parker" in the city. Now there are two of us.
Catch you later
Doug g
Thanks Doug

The Sunoco Station

Hi Folks,
Here is a pic of the owner of the Sunoco Station on the corner of Victoria and Simard Blvd. I'm not sure but I think he was Paul Poirier. Please correct me if I'm wrong..

If Women Ruled the World #3

Thanks Rose..

The Doccument found in the Millar House on Empire

Thanks John R & Bob H.
The document that bob has was found in the Millar house pictured here

Monday, February 27, 2006

1971 Corvette ( Boys and their Toys )

I thought some might enjoy a few pics of an old toy I had some years ago. It was like new with only 29,000 original miles. Well, with a teenage son, it was time to get rid of it.
Marty N.

Enjoy This Cool Cat With Green Eyes.

Cool Black Cat with Green Eyes (click link below)See something awesome! I have no clue how they got this to work. There are some great code writers out there! If you tease her with the mouse pointer on her chest or stomach she will purr, I got her to meow also, by rubbing her forehead with the pointer. If you make a slow circle around her body, (counter-clockwise) not only will her head/eyes follow your pointer, but toward the top, her paw will go up, and ! when in front of her paws at the bottom, her foot comes out like she wants to play with your mouse pointer. (Don't hold the mouse down, just move it) Enjoy!


Thanks Carolyn C.

Trouble Shooting

Hey guys keep up the good work.

I thought that my dad and his buddies would love this.

Kevin Derek Rhoades

Thanks for the laugh Kevin

If Women Ruled the World #2

Thanks Rose..

This is the last of Scout Pics from Doug G.

This is the last of the scout pictures I have.
Trooping the colors at Royal George School gymnasium 1952, A couple of slackers( Gordy McDonald and Mel Poppe) in the hand-cart, Camp Tamaracoota, Keith Hughes and Mel Poppy canoe sailing on the lake at Chambly, and this one of a hay wagon winter stored on the west side of Devonshire Road.

To my knowledge that all there was on the west side of Devonshire until you got up to Churchill where the Southern Counties Railway line headed off to St Lambert. Glad these photos were of interest to some as they have been a lot of good memories for me. Again thanks to every one for the names of those I could not remember.

I am surprised how many people remembered names and were involved with scouts in one way or another. It's not the same animal today. In 1988, the sociologists did a make-over on "Ole Baden Powell". The results were a complete overhaul and scraping of many of the very programs and ideals that attracted boys in the first place. It went from an "out doors, discover it for yourself" concept to an in-door instruction program for a two week summer out door camp activity.

Every thing was highly organized and structured, and in my old fashion opinion, never recovered. So now I have "vented my spleen" as the _expression goes, sent off the last of the scout photos, and put my album back into the archives. The warm memories will still linger on. One of the other things I grew to love from scouting and which still lingers, is cycling.

On the old blog site, there was a feature called, " The view from 300 feet" A contributor sent in photos of Alberta from 300 feet above ground level where it was his fortune to fly every day for a living inspecting the gas pipe lines.. What a great job and what great photos. The pictures which I hope to continue to send in will be the view from 3 feet.

That’s the height of my mountain bike above ground level. Having spent time in Quebec, Ontario, Saskatchewan, British Columbia, New Zealand and now Alberta, I know there are many interesting nooks and corners to see no matter where you live.

I am really enjoying the old photos coming into the Blog from places on streets that I remember and they even look like they did when I lived there. However, I would also love to see more pictures of places where former Greenfield Parkers now live. What do you think? Sounds like they are everywhere worldwide. We have even had input from "Down under". Good on ya, Mate, , you're good as gold!
WE are having snow this week, the first in a while. In this area, every bit of precipitation is welcomed.
Catch ya later.
Doug G
Thanks Doug.
Great stories and pics of our past.

Scenes from around GPK

Here is a pic of the Hollingdrake building on Churchill Blvd.
Taken on Feb. 18/06 by John R.
Thanks for the memories.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Wayne Brown, Bellies Up...

Wayne, was kind enought to buy the drinks Friday night at 'Scotties'..... Good time had by all Greenfield Parkers.... Thanks again Wayne.

Frank Korvemaker

Frank Korvemaker was born in the Netherlands and educated in Eastern and Western Canada. He has worked in the field of heritage resource development for almost 40 years, first for the National Historic Sites Service as an historical archaeologist in Eastern Canada. In 1972 he returned to the West to become Curator of Artifacts for the Fort Edmonton Project. Then he worked for six years as Chief of Research for Alberta's Historic Sites Service.

From 1979 to 2004 Frank worked in various capacities for the Heritage programs of the Saskatchewan Government. As the Senior Historian, he undertook historical research on major aspects of Saskatchewan's history and built heritage. These studies resulted in important buildings being nominated for designation as Provincial Heritage Property. Frank was also responsible for developing legislation dealing with the preservation of Saskatchewan's heritage resources; and from 1990 to 1992 he co‑ordinated the establishment of the Saskatchewan Heritage Foundation and served as its first Manager. More recently he worked as the research and restoration advisor with the Foundation, primarily reviewing grant applications and conducting on-site audits for architectural restoration projects. For 12 years he also co-ordinated the development of the Claybank Brick Plant National Historic Site, after its acquisition by the Province in 1992. During the 1990s, he was also one of the initiators of the Encyclopedia of Saskatchewan project, and subsequently contributed several articles. In 2004 Frank started work with the Government Records Branch of the Saskatchewan Archives Board, where he has transferred his focus from appraising heritage buildings to appraising historic documents.

Frank has been photographing historic buildings since he was 15, and was responsible for taking the majority of the Heritage program's collection of over 40,000 photographs of historic buildings and structures throughout Saskatchewan. Several years ago, a number of these photographs were used in the coffee table book entitled "Historic Architecture of Saskatchewan". In 1991 he assisted with the publication of "A Tower of Attraction: An Illustrated History of Government House, Regina", and in 2004 with the production of the Saskatchewan Architectural Heritage Society’s centennial publication entitled “Building Our Future: A People’s Architectural History of Saskatchewan”. During 2005 he assisted with a review of Yorkton’s new history book, entitled “Windows on Our History”. Currently he is working with the Saskatchewan Association of Architects on a new publication, entitled “Architecture in Saskatchewan: 1940 – 2005”, and with Margaret Hryniuk and Larry Easton on a book tentatively entitled “Saskatchewan Stone Buildings”.

In 2005 Frank became a member of the Regina Municipal Heritage Advisory Committee; and he provides on-going assistance to the redevelopment of the “Roma at Three Rivers” project – the National Historic Site that he excavated on Prince Edward Island from 1968 to 1970. As an offshoot of his work at Claybank, he is now actively involved with the development of the North American Virtual Brick Collection, a program designed to provide historical information on historic brick factories and their products on a website hosted by the Saskatchewan Architectural Heritage Society.

Frank owns the former Dollar Land Company office, a small boomtown heritage building in Truax, located about 80 kilometres (50 miles) southwest of Regina (see sketch above). His efforts to preserve both this 1910 building and its 50 boxes of historic community and business records dating back to at least 1918, have given him a first hand insight into some of the difficulties which local people face in preserving their heritage.

During 2005-06, Frank’s contribution to the preservation of Saskatchewan’s heritage resources was recognized on several occasions: first by the Saskatchewan Architectural Heritage Society, which presented him with the President’s Award; then by the Heritage Canada Foundation, from which he received the Lieutenant Governor’s Award; and finally by the Province of Saskatchewan, which awarded him the Saskatchewan Centennial Medal.

Frank and his wife Toni live in Reginia. They have four children, three of whom live outside Saskatchewan. As well, they have a grandson.

Thank you Frank, You have a lot to be proud of and we are happy you are back...

Life Is Great, We All Have Special Gifts....

My Friends:
Who says the news is all bad?
You want a smile … and a chill down your spine? Watch this.


Thanks Jim H. This is exactly what we needed to share....

OK, you tell mommy where we were..

Thanks Rose.

You Know You Are Living In 2006


1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.
2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of three.
4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.
5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.
6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.
7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.
8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.
10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.
11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )
12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.
13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.
14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.
15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list.
AND NOW U R LAUGHING at yourself.

Thanks George, all too true...

If Women Ruled the World ???

Thanks Rose.
For the next few days we'll have another treat from Rose M.

To Bob Hawkins

Hi Bob,

Thanks for the welcome and your great family photo of 4 generations. We may not know each other but we share a very important heritage. I am also a Huguenot descendant. My ggggg-grandfather Jean Augustin Godefroy had to flee in 1760 from his village in Normandy to London because of his French Protestant religion.

Bob G
Thanks Bob G.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Carolyn Recalls Life On Devonshire Road

Hi guys,
Re the photo my much younger brother Kenny sent to you of our original home on Devonshire Rd. The first thing that came to my mind was how I hated the chore of cleaning the front entrance/porch windows. Other memories are of my grandfather smoking cigars & aiming his cane at all of us as we passed by; the odours of the totally blackened/burnt attic. Can still recall sitting in the car outside while the firemen handled the stovepipe fires. Believe my dad sent a letter to the Greenfield Park Fire Dept thanking them for saving our home.

I think the best memory I have is the freedom we had to wander in those days. My favorite was skating on the road to the outdoor rink & allowed to stay out until dark. Not something my grandkids can do today!

Thanks Carolyn, Do you remember ever sitting on the front stairs of Smith Store watching the street cars, don't lie now I'm not that much older.....

Irish Pub

Irish panic as water rises in the streets.
Thanks for the laugh Ed B.

My front teeth are bigger than yours

Thanks Rose

Life in the Canadian Wilderness

Have already begun to feel the effects of Blog Withdrawal. My stomach is nervous, palms sweaty and I am starting to shake. Five days without a posting, I don't know if I'll survive. No friday night boyish frolicking on the net.

Oh Dear! Oh Dear! What shall I do?

Sooooo............. I thought why not send Marty and Elton 5 days of STUFF. It may be good therapy for me and help me through the next 5 days. Then I thought Hmmmm..... thats no different than any other day....

JoAnns posting of her father emigrating to Canada inspired me to send the attached photos showing life in the Canadian wilderness. Most of the men and women who worked in Cobalt at the turn of the century were new Canadians. Here is how they lived and played.

Photo 1 is a family in front of their home. Photo 2 is a picture of the company bunkhouse. Picture 3 is drilling in the drift. Picture 4 is Saturday night poker. Picture 5 is One last shot.

Bob H
Thanks Bob, we'll be here when you get back...

A Bay Mississquoi Story

Marty, --a follow-up to the Jenkins story-- Peter indeed was the mayor of Dawson and he was also a member of the federal governments' advisory committee on the North West Territories and is currently a member of the NWT legislature.

Art the father is living in Prince George BC where his daughter Joanne and son Mike are living. Back in the sixties the Jenkins owned a lot on Bay Mississquoi with three cabins ,

one was for the family and the other two they rented out. Because Mrs. Jenkins taught piano on Sat. and was the pianist at church the parents frequently did not get down to the cottage until Sunday at noon.

It therefore was safe for a bunch of us to go down to the cottage on Fri. night,waterski ,swim, barbeque and party at the Hotel Venise safe in the knowledge that we had Sunday morning to clean up.

One Sunday morning at about 9:00 am there we were, ten or twelve of us, some in sleeping bags on the floor , some smoking and some even having "the hair of the dog that bit them"

When the teetotaling Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins walked in the door. We were barred from the property for two weeks—
no questions asked. JMcC
Thanks John McC.
I remember going there with Peter a few times. A lot of fun was had back then

A Scouting Story from Doug G.

A few more scout pictures. You are going to think all we did was scouts and maybe that's true. I really suspect its more likely that this was the only times I thought to bring along a camera and now the only records I have of those days are those events. These are from Mt. St. Hilaire. Bill Uprichard, Melvyn Poppe, Harold Rye and I still can't remember the other names.

This was an excellent place to go for a hike/climb, especially for a group of amateurs like ourselves..We tried the rock face approach only once. We had neither equipment nor experience. That got us into to trouble but we were so ignorant, we didn't know it so we just kept on going until by dumb luck we got ourselves out. I remember two such situations .

First we tried to go up a shear chimney or a narrow open cleft which was about 65 feet high. We got as high as we could by fingers, toes and grit but then we could go no higher. The only way out was back down. We put our backs against one side and our feet against the other and wedged our bodies horizontally. By moving our feet and our arms we were able to wiggle our way slowly back down to the ground.

Water was flowing down the sides of the rock so while our backs were clamped up against them, the ice-cold water went down our shirts. You would think that would have taught us a lesson, but you know better.In a few minutes we were trying again on an open face.

Today they have practicing walls, with ropes attached to your waist. We didn't have them or the brains to think that far ahead. Bill Uprichard and I just started up the shear face determined to get to the top. About the same height up again( seems to be my attitude altitude ), I came to a stop. My toes were on a small shelf and my fingers clipped into the only crevasses I could find and there seemed to be no way to up further. The only way I could look was straight up or to either side and there was no place to put even my finger nails.

No problem I thought, I'll just go down like we did before. Well, it is a problem when you can't look down towards your feet. It means you can't see where to put them either. I started yelling for Bill to come and help. There was no answer so I yelled harder. Still, nothing but silence. I hung there for what seemed like hours trying to think out what to do. I slowly started moving my left foot then my right foot around in circles with the toe up against the rock trying to find any place lower than where I was so that I might be able to descend.

Then contact. I stretched cautiously down ward putting weight on the foot that had caught. I kept repeating this process until, more that 40 minutes later, I was back on the ground. I was shaking with exhaustion and really angry that Bill had not come to my rescue when I had called. Then it occurred to me that Bill was still no where around. I started walking around the bottom of the cliff and shortly spotted Bill, away up the face beyond where I had been. He was clinging to the wall and was in exactly the same situation that I had been in. He was hollering for help too but the wind was carrying his voice away and could hardly be heard even from where I was standing. I called to him and told him I would guide him down.
I knew exactly what the problem was. He could not see where to put his feet to come down but from the ground I could. I called to him with directions. So many inches to the left with your right foot, a few more. O.K. now the left foot. In a short while Bill was down and shaken up too. From that time forward we went up the trails. You can see us doing that in one of the pictures. The view from the top is fantastic. You can see the Richelieu River and the cars as tiny specks moving along the highway to St. Hyacinthe. Sorry about the quality of the photos, but even as they are. I still remember the lessons we learned. We should have paid more attention the scout motto "Be prepared"

Catch you later
Doug G
Thanks to all the folks who have been sending in names of the scouts and scouters. As they are named , a foggy memory stirs. I have to wonder where they all are today and if any of this "fun stuff " had any long lasting effect.

A funny story

A father put his three year old daughter to bed,
told her a story and listened to her prayers which she ended by saying:
"God bless Mommy,
God bless Daddy,
God bless Grandma and good-bye Grandpa.
"The father asked, "Why did you say good-byegrandpa?"
The little girl said, "I don't know daddy,it just seemed like the thing to do.
"The next day grandpa died .The father thought it was a strange coincidence.
A few months later the father put the girl to bedand listened to her prayers which went like this:
"God bless Mommy,
God Bless Daddy,
and goodbye Grandma.
"The next day the grandmother died.Oh my gosh, thought the father,this kid is in contact with the other side.
Several weeks later when the girl was going to bed the dad heard her say:
"God bless Mommyand
good-bye Daddy.
"He practically went into shock.He couldn't sleep all night and got up at the crack of dawn to go to his office.

He was nervous as a cat all day,had lunch sent in and watched the clock.He figured if he could get by until midnighthe would be okay.He felt safe in the office,so instead of going home at the end of the day he stayed there, drinking coffee, looking at his watch, and jumping at every sound.

Finally midnight arrived,he breathed a sigh of relief and went home.
When he got home his wife said"I've never seen you work so late,what's the matter?
"He said, "I don't want to talk about it,I've just spent the worst day of my life.
"She said, "You think you had a bad day,you'll never believe what happened to me.
This morning the milkman dropped dead on our porch."
Thanks Sandy

Early Fashions according to Hawkins

Hi Folks,

Here is a photo of the latest swimsuit fashions of 1908. Co-ed wear. I guess you just grabbed whatever off the clothesline. As long as it fit you were in style. That’s my grandfather Art Taylor on the left. The one with the bathrobe/overcoat. Yet another duel purpose fashion of the turn of the century.

Bob H.
PS. I think I would rather be kissing Paul (Buddy) Tolley in a skinhead bar than show up in the beach in that.
Thanks Bob H.

Friday, February 24, 2006

Thanks from down under and good news

Thanks to all for the birthday wishes. They were greatly appreciated. Some vintage Australian bubbly was enjoyed on the day. And thanks to those who have complimented on the Aussie photos posted previously. I will send some more in the future, so keep tuned in.

Bob G
Thanks Bob Enjoy your day

It's Friday

It's Friday and time to clean off the desk and kiss this place good-bye I'm out of here. For all of us still putting in 40+ hours TGIF.... Slowly now, get ready to hit the door no need to advise the boss of your plans, just split and catch the crap on Monday...........Wayne Brown is buying tonight at the local pub. Send him a thanks. waynebrown@videotron.ca

JoAnn's reply after seeing old home pics

Hi Marty: Wow. The Kletting house is still as it was. No kidding! I remember climbing down those stairs (we lived in the top flat) and visiting the Monroe family two doors from us. They had a cat named Ginger and I just LOVED that cat. Mrs. Monroe would let me sit on her back porch stairs with Ginger and give me a huge spoon of peanut butter to eat while visiting. If I wasn't at the Monroe house, I was visiting June Lemry next to Monroe's or my dearest and oldest friend Noreen Barfoot who lived directly across the street. You know how they say that "two's company, three's a crowd." Well, June, Noreen and I were playing one day and ended up in an argument resulting in Noreen having a nose bleed. I'm really not a violent person, :) and can't remember how it happened, but kids are so forgiving. An hour later, Noreen was over at my house asking if I could come out to play:) We moved to Third Street when I was 5 yrs. old.

The house on Third in the blog picture is actually one that was built after we left GPK. We lived in the house to the left (you can see some of it) and owned the lot next to it which was adjacent to old Doc's driveway. The people who bought our place, sold the lot and it was then developed.

Thanks to John R. for taking the time for us to enjoy yet another stroll down memory lane.

JoAnn (Miller) Gowens
Thanks JoAnn and John R.

The Point defined by JMcC for JoAnn(New Post)PM

Hi Marty, just to clear things up for JoAnn, "The Point" was basically that area which ran from the Lachine canal on the north to the St. Lawrence River on the south and east and the CNR tracks (Butler Street) on the west which separated The Point fron Verdun.

The area on the north side of the Lachine Canal from about Mountain St on the east , west to The Glen in Westmount and from Notre Dame on the south to St Antoine on the north was known as St Henri. St Antoine was the dividing line between St Henri and Westmount with the south side of the street side being St Henri and the north side being Westmount-- or Lower Westmount-- as the more affluent Westmounters referred to it.

JoAnn's dad may have been referring to St Patrick Street which was in The Point and ran parallel to the Lachine Canal.
Thanks John McC

The Smart Chinaman says

Thanks Richard

Same Hairdresser..???

B. Hawkins' daughter & Granddaughter pics

Here are two pictures, one is of my daughter Megan taken 1n 1978 and the other is of my grandaughter Abby taken in 2005. Abby is my son Brads daughter. When we look at old pictures Abby thinks the ones of Megan are her.

Bob H.
Thanks Bob

Subject: Anger Management

My wife left me... And I don't understand. After the last child was born, she told me we had to cutback on expenses - I had to give up drinking beer.

I was not a big drinker, maybe a 12-pack on weekends. Anyway, I gave it up but I noticed the other day when she came home from grocery shopping, the receipt included $45 for makeup.

I said, "Wait a minute I've given up beer and you haven't given up anything!"

She said, "I buy that makeup for you, so I can look pretty for you."

I told her, "Hell, that's what the beer was for!"

I don't think she'll be back.
Thanks Jim

The Good Old Days From JMcC

Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cuttingboard with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't get food poisoning.My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat a bite rawsometimes, too.

Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper, in a brown paper bag, not in icepack coolers, but I can't remember anybody getting e.coli.Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.

The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.

We all took gym, not PE... and risked permanent injury with a pair of hightop Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built-in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened, because they tell us how much safer we are now....Flunking gym was not an option... even for stupid kids!

I guess PE must be much harder than gym.Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the National Anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention. We must have had horribly damaged psyches.
What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything, and she could even give you an aspirin for a headache or fever.
I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself. I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations.

Oh yeah..and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked!
Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.

We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either, because if we did, we got our butt spanked there, and then we got butt spanked again when we got home. I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop, just before he fell off.
Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof.
It was a neighborhood run amuck.To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a "dysfunctional family". How could we possibly have known that we needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes?
We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! How did we ever survive?
Pass this to someone (over age 40, of course), and brighten their day by helping them to remember that life's most simple pleasures are very often the best!
How true

Here are a few pics from John McConachie's family home

Ok Marty here are the pics(1) the house as it is today (2) the front of the house circa 1949(3&4) my mom and dad in the gardens-mom at the front side of the house and my dad out back with me over his left shoulder heading out the driveway(5)Jim and I with my mom's mother on a homemade swing with the old corrugated steel garage in the background which we used to slide off in the winter time into a pile of snow.

John McConachie
Thanks for sharing