^^ How'd people find their way around without the Husky Tower for a reference point?

Eight years since the Humboldt bus crash, and from what I see in my limited travels, provincial governments have essentially relegated it to "history."  

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^^ How'd people find their way around without the Husky Tower for a reference point?

Eight years since the Humboldt bus crash, and from what I see in my limited travels, provincial governments have essentially relegated it to "history."  

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I'm not sure about your assessment,, but the deportation case is still up in the air

https://youtu.be/Bl2sck3GH8s?si=nYicY0WzU3wqiCMb

The guy that should be deported,,, the owner of the trucking company who likely hired inexperienced guys and pushed them to the limit... I worked in that business and know what that's all about. 

I'm disappointed* that provincial governments haven't made a significant effort to install rumble strips .... a measure that, in my mind, probably tops the list of things that could be done that have the potential to be both efficient and effective.

[Better that they pay lip service to removing barriers to inter-provincial trade???]

* and then some.

Oh, I see what you mean. Yeah, rumble strips and a flashing light on the stop sign, and making sure tree branches aren’t blocking the view of the stop sign. I went through one on a secondary road SE of Calgary that was blocked by big shrub branches that had grown wild. Luckily it was a 4-way stop intersection, but no rumble strips or flashing light. 

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Texican65

That’s cool Chuck! A track inspector! They have a few of those left today…but railroads are doing away with them, in favor of AI and robots performing the inspections now…which is absurd. But…it costs a lot less, until a haz-mat train crashes into a town.

They used to have “track-walker shacks” on the run that I’m on over the Cascade mtns…back in the 1800’s up until the 1970’s. Little wooden shacks at different intervals along the route to allow the inspector to come in out of the snow and sit by a stove, get in out of the rain, escape a pack of wolves chasing him…whatever. They were small, and had room for maybe two occupants…a bench and an oil stove…that was it.

There’s still one standing up at Scenic on my run, the very top of the pass. It’s probably from the 60’s or 70’s. It escaped being demolished like all the rest somehow.

Track inspectors? AI? Robots?  I say who need's 'em anyway??    https://www.amusingplanet.com/2019/08/jack-baboon-sn old schoolignalman.html

Dow, we still see a few of those track walker shacks around the prairies .... oddly enough not along a RR .... usually on the grounds of an old rural school that, if it's not abandoned, might still be getting some use as a community center ... in which case the ball diamond /swings / teeter-totter might still be there too. 

Cool story Owen! That’s too much…

I’m sure the baboon was better than the computer today.

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donc Don, did you get to know her?

I never met her or her famous husband. There are plenty of photos and articles about them over the past 80 years.

Say what?!?!   Only one stagecoach robbery in SK and one in AB?  [though either Edmonton or Airdrie must have relocated... I assume it would be Airdrie.]    https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=1495150692409604&set=a.574463761144973

The 7th Prime Minister , Sir Wilfred Laurier, walking the tracks in 1910. He served as the first French-Canadian PM from 1896 to 1911. He's on the Canuckian five dollar bill ("fin" , but not in Quebec.... ;-)

Hot time in the old town tonight!! 

 I dunno why nobody bothered to tell these boobs that violence is never the answer... that unions are bad news... yada, yada, yada.

A two minute read [if you take your time] re. labour "negotiations
in N.E. New Brunswick in 1841: https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=1406069628212461&set=a.349777167175051

The Restigouche Riots happened in 1841, when three hundred lumberjacks armed themselves with guns and marched on two North Shore towns — looting shops, breaking prisoners out of jail, and beating up the High Sheriff.

The woodsmen had spent the whole winter in the logging camps, working from before dawn to after dusk, six days a week, felling trees in the frozen woods.  They slept in their clothes in cold cabins, rarely bathed, and were paid nothing until the season ended — surviving on credits deducted from their eventual lump-sum payday.  It was brutal work, and the one thing that made it bearable was the promise of that cheque at the end.  That year, their one payment didn't come.

The pro-industry Miramichi Gleaner newspaper made excuses for the big lumber bosses, arguing that the unusually cold winter had frozen the ports and delayed shipments. As a result, "many of the master lumberers [were] in arrears." That newspaper blamed the woodsmen for being "impatient and would not wait for any sort of settlement or arrangement whatever."   But a rival, more pro-worker, newspaper, The Sentinel, reported the situation was actually much worse: Arthur Richie had not yet fully paid the woodsmen for last year's work, either!

The year before, shops in Campbellton and Dalhousie extended credit to woodsmen until they got paid. Now that it had been more than a year without pay, the shops cut off the credit.

Suddenly, the woodsmen had no way to provide for their families.  So they decided to sack both towns.  Three hundred men gathered, armed themselves, and marched first on Campbellton, ransacking and looting the shops of the merchants who had denied them credit.  Then they marched on Dalhousie, attacked the jail, and freed the prisoners inside. The High Sheriff tried to intervene and was beaten up.

The ringleaders of the riot then fled to the Madawaska region.    (Though Madawaska was hardly far away geographically speaking, back then New Brunswick lawmen spoke of Madawaska in the same way a Sheriff in a Western movie talks about Mexico: if an outlaw made it there, they may as well be gone forever!)   The pro-merchant Gleaner howled that the British Battalion stationed just across the river at Cross Point should have opened fire on the rioters. The soldiers, however, never left their fort even though they surely would have seen and heard the riot across the river.

It seems the lumberjacks' pay never arrived late on the North Shore again.
 

That’ll show’em !

Another that just popped up on my Facebook page:

The "opportunities for your children" line reminds me of an editorial cartoon from a few decades back.  It had the farmer, with his arm in that ^^ same gesture over an expansive field saying, "And one day all this will be yours."  And the son [with a dumbfounded (?) look on his face] replying: "What is this ... some kind of a family curse?"

Edit: The father-in-law of one of my older brothers found his "opportunity" via Dr. Bernardo.  Apparently he said almost nothing about it, though he did come to be regarded as quite a successful farmer in his own right.

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The pro-industry Miramichi Gleaner newspaper made excuses for the big lumber bosses ...

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That reminds me of the years I lived in downtown Toronto. There was a neighbourhood newspaper, pro business. The writer commented on the report that a progressive city councillor slapped another councillor. It wasn't true, but it didn't stop the writer from commenting, with words to the effect that, "No matter that it didn't happen, the accusation is enough." Wow. You didn't even have to do anything to get this paper's condemnation.

I’m telling’ ya… deez pinko, namby-pamby porgressives gotta be run outta town ! And same goes wit’ YOU people wit’owt poppies ….!

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I’m telling’ ya… deez pinko, namby-pamby porgressives gotta be run outta town ! And same goes wit’ YOU people wit’owt poppies ….!

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Pretty good MD impression. You forgot "Pinko cyclist kooks".

I wanted to organize a ride - get a bunch of cyclists to take the ferry to Wolfe Island and ride past MD's place - wearing pink t-shirts. Never got around to it and he sold the place. Back in T.O they made a batch of pink buttons that said "pinko cyclist". A friend gave me one.

Edited to add: And his bar in Kingston didn't last very long.

Nor did the one at Jordan Harbour just west of St. Catharines.

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The "opportunities for your children" line reminds me of an editorial cartoon from a few decades back.  It had the farmer, with his arm in that ^^ same gesture over an expansive field saying, "And one day all this will be yours."  And the son [with a dumbfounded (?) look on his face] replying: "What is this ... some kind of a family curse?"

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Which reminds me of the take-off on the song, "How you gonna keep 'em down on the farm, after they've seen Paree" ... 

... "How you gonna keep 'em down on the farm, after they've seen the farm."

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I haven't checked the accuracy/inaccuracy/??, but it's kinda an interesting take on things:

Paul, the sentiment you express came up in Barry Broadfoot's book Ten Lost Years .... apparently some of the Canadian servicemen that returned with war brides hadn't been 100% truthful about their "landholdings" [stump ranches, rock farms, etc.]  back in Canada.

There’s a song by Tamarack about northern Ontario “rock farms”.

Meanwhile, in Saskabush circa 1985

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