Louisbourg Stories

BONAVENTURE BUFFALO AND BEER

2024-08-15T10:43:00.000-03:00

"Bonaventure, Buffalo, and Beer:

A Wild Delivery that Became an Adventure "

In the summer of 1975, I had the opportunity to work with Paul Dzuban for Bernie Herman on his impressive C&C 53' racing yacht. But it wasn't all serious business and hard work. One particular trip stands out in my memory, and it involved delivering Bonaventure from Toronto to Detroit.

The plan was to get the boat ready for the Mackinaw race, and Bernie generously gave us a budget of $1000 for food and another $1000 for booze to put a crew together to deliver the yacht to Detroit. Naturally, we invited some of our friends, including Gord, Katie, Krash, Wendy, and Matt, to join us as crew members. And let me tell you, it was a trip to remember.

As we sailed through Lake Erie, we indulged in endless beer and even wine that I had bought for dinner. I cooked up a feast of roast leg of lamb and lobster for Sunday dinner. But the real adventure began when we hit one of Erie's infamous storms in the middle of the night.

I was on watch around midnight, and I couldn't have been happier as we flew over the waves at 15 knots. When it was time for Matt to take over, he was a bit apprehensive, so I gladly stayed at the wheel. The storm broke towards morning and we continued sailing towards Detroit on Lake St. Clair.

But as we approached the city, we realized that most of us had some dope on board that we needed to dispose of. We all pulled out our stash and were going to throw it overboard when Paul came up with a clever plan to take all the drugs and stash the drugs in a phone booth when he went to call customs. Then we would retrieve them later. But things took an unexpected turn when Paul went to the phone booth we were suddenly raided by customs and immigration officers they came in boats and came over the side with guns drawn.

meanwhile, Paul had lost his coin and came back to the boat to get another without stashing the drugs.

The Officers asked who was the Captain and we all pointed at the very surprised Paul panicking, realizing that he had forgotten to stash the drugs in the phone booth. But luckily, As they searched the boat from top to bottom they didn't do any body searches, and we were able to keep our booze and drugs. The officers were upset about how much booze we had on board. I assured them we were not smuggling. I jokingly said you do not smuggle booze into the United States but smuggle booze OUT of the United States. They did not laugh but I promised to buy $500 of American booze and they let us go on our way.

After a day of work at the Detroit Yacht Club, we decided to do some shopping and check out the local nightlife. Detroit was a dangerous place in those days We ended up at a private club, where we made sure to arrange for cabs back to the yacht club.

After a night of partying, Paul and I sailed the yacht across the to Sarnia and docked at the customs dock early Sunday morning. Everyone else was sleeping, and there was no one around except for a phone with a sign that read "call officer." So, we called, and half an hour later, an officer showed up in his bathrobe and slippers. We nervously declared our deck shoes and a few beers, and he gave us a lecture on regulations before asking if anyone else was on board. When we said yes, he asked if they had bought anything, to which we replied, "deck shoes and booze." He shrugged it off and let us go with another lecture, which we laughed off as we tied up. Canadian customs sure was different then the American's.

But our adventure wasn't over yet. On our way back to Toronto, we had to make a detour to Buffalo to pick up a part for the boat. By this time everybody was hungry except me I wanted a beer. so I spotted a bar across the street from the restaurant we stopped at. I told everyone to meet me there after they finished eating, and I headed over.

As I walked into the dark, strangely decorated bar with paintings of vampires and gangsters on the walls, I sat at the end of the bar near a small stage with a big old Wurlitzer jukebox. The bartender got me a beer and went back to what he was doing, and I put in a quarter for three songs on the jukebox. But just as I was settling in to enjoy my drink and music, a totally naked go-go dancer appeared from the back and started dancing on the stage beside me. I was caught off guard and told her she didn't have to do that, just as my friends walked into the empty bar just me and a naked lady. Confused and slightly embarrassed, we left the bar and continued on our journey.

But that wasn't the only time Bonaventure provided us with unforgettable memories. I had previously refused to race on her because Bernie wouldn't allow beer on board. But one day, when his crew couldn't make it, he asked me to gather my Wednesday night race crew. I agreed, but only if he allowed beer on board. Reluctantly, he agreed, and it turned out to be the only race he won that year.

We sailed across Lake Ontario to an American yacht club, with legendary sailor John North leading the way. And thanks to our size and John's expertise, we didn't even have to tack once until we reached the finish line, almost an hour ahead of everyone else. We may not have been the most traditional or serious racing crew, but we certainly celebrated like champions. The Yacht club gave us a great party. And that, my friends, is the story of how Bonaventure, Buffalo, and beer gave us a summer to remember.

Gary LeDrew

Mother's Blue Ribbon Cow by Celia LeDrew (nee)Shaw

2024-06-05T09:12:00.001-03:00

I was lucky to live in a resourceful family during the Depression. We lived by the sea and my father was lucky to have his job, but he had to accept $50 a month, a third of his former salary. He was also an able hunter and fisherman. We had a small fishing boat to catch our own fish, so we had food on the table. We always had a barrel of salt cod or mackerel and we had a small barn where we raised two pigs for meat and a cow for milk, cream, butter and cottage cheese. We were always reminded of how lucky we were to have all this.
We had a beautiful Jersey cow named Blossy and it was my job to take her to the pasture every morning before school. I would lead her on a rope to the pasture which we rented for $3.00 a year.
Blossy was a kind, gentle cow, with the most beautiful eyes. It was always a pleasure to look after her. She never gave us any problems. At 5 o’clock, I would go back to the pasture and bring her home for the evening milking – keep her in the barn till morning. Caring for the milk was a chore. My mother mostly looked after her. We had to separator so the extra milk was put in large black pans till the cream separated from the milk. Mother would scoop it off with a spoon. That cream was so thick. Jersey cows were well noted for their cream.
Later in the day we had the old wooden butter churn to make our butter. The milk that the cream was taken off was put in a large pot on the stove until it became curdled. Mother would put the curds in cheesecloth and on a fine day hung it on the clothesline to dry for cottage cheese. Curds and cream was a delicacy in our household. Even though we had lots to eat and home-made bread made twice a week, we had salt fish and pork. Mother would always say ,”Go easy on the butter.” When the bread was hot we kids would love to smother our bred with butter when Mother wasn’t looking. She sometimes took the butter off the table if she thought we used too much. We had a chicken pen. Mother would put down eggs in Isinglass for the winter, occasionally a chicken was killed for dinner on Sundays. We raised our chickens with a clucky hen. I remember my mother borrowing a clucky hen to sit on the eggs to get our chicks and when the chicks were on the their own take the clucky hen back and give the neighbor a few young chicks for the loan of the hen. We sold a few quarts of milk a day, never got much money for ti. A few people paid and lots of time we were paid nothing. Mother never complained.
One day when my mother was walking home from helping some lady who had had a baby (Dr. O;Neil would always call my mother if he needed help) she was passing a house where a woman had six children, all very young. She called my mother and told her, “We don’t have even a piece of bread to feed the children.” So Mother asked me to take a double loaf of bread up to her. “Put it under your coat so your father won’t see it.”
The door opened as I was going out. When my father saw the bread, he said, “Where do you think you’re going with that loaf?” He took me by the hair and turned my head to where Mother was, and said, “Look what I caught this child with going out the door.” Mother told him she was sending it over to Mrs.X who didn’t have a bite for the children . Mrs.X had a husband who drank every cent he ever got his hands on . My father said, “Put the bread back. I am not working to supply the drunk’s family with food.”
Mother gave my father his supper and when he went back to work Mother said, “Put that bread under your coat and take it over to Mrs. X and don’t let your father see you.” My father never did find out that Mrs. X got the bread. Depression affected a lot less fortunate but Mother could never see children hungry.
In 1932 the worst thing happened that could happen. Our vegetable peelings were put in a bucket by the back door for Blossy’s treat. She loved vegetable peelings. I brought Blossy home from the pasture one night at 5 o’clock. That night, someone forgot to take a potato out of the peelings and Blossy swallowed it. That night she bloated and was choking. Mother sent for a neighbor, a blacksmith, to help us. He put a broom handle town the cow’s throat to push the potato down. It failed, and she died that night.
We kids were crying our hearts out. It was the biggest blow my mother and father had during the whole Depression. No milk, no cream, not butter, no curds and cream. It was a disaster.
My father was talking to a man off a vessel that was bringing produce from Prince Edward Island and he said that they had black and white cows that gave three times the milk of a Jersey cow. He said the cows were not that expensive. So Papa borrowed $50 (a month’s salary) from his boss and sent Mother up to the Island on the produce boat to buy a cow.
The owner of the boat charged a small passenger fee for herself and guaranteed Mother he would bring a cow back for her. I can still see that two-master little vessel leaving the harbour right from our kitchen window. It left all of us kids in a turmoil – the boat was old and it leaked and it always had the pump going .
After five days the boat came back and we saw the black and white cow on the deck strapped to whatever, we scrambled to the wharf so fast. My father got the hoist that they haul up fish, got a piece of canvas to put under her stomach, and put it on the block and tackle. At last she had her legs again. A halter was put on and a rope to take her from the wharf to our barn. We never saw so many people going in and out of our barn to see that blue ribbon cow that Mother paid the full $50 for the cow
We kept her tied on a rope and stake for a few days to eat the grass behind the sheds and stores not far from our house. The first bucket of milk Mother milked she kicked it over and we lost all the milk. We lost a few more pails of milk before we could manage her. We had to hold a dipper in one hand, milk with the other hand, and keep the milk pail far away from the cow’s hooves. She was a real kicker.
At last when Mother thought I could handle the milking, she sent me out to milk. She watched when I started. After a few kicks at my milking stool I managed milking in the dipper. I found it so strange as old Blossy would let us put the pail down and milk with both hands, plus we got the job done faster. We always had deadlines to meet – pasture and school. One evening when I was alone I rigged up two poles and drove them under the cow to the barn wall. I nailed them on a 2 x 4 of the barn. I brought them across her legs to see if I could hold her legs back and milk with both hands. I had nothing to fasten the poles on the other side I milked from. I found an old anchor and strapped it by the door and tied the poles to that. It wasn’t long when she kicked them right off the wall, and the anchor came down and spilled what milk we had. After six months we finally got the cow tamed down to milk with both hands. We found she was a real milker we never had enough pots and pans to keep all the milk. We sold more milk which gave Mother a few cents to buy extras like a spool of thread, etc.
We kids were starting to grow up a bit, too. We had an Aunt in Boston who sent all their old clothes to us and my sister Carrie found a beautiful blue Celanese dress in the bundle and it fitted her. She washed it and hung it on the line outside to dry. Our beautiful Blue Ribbon Cow was grazing close to the house and spotted the dress and by the time we got to her, half the dress was chewed right off to the waist. We had to watch the cow and tie her away from the clothesline. This cow was something else. The cow was forever knocking down fences and my poor father would get home from work only to have to go and fix them. Milk or no milk he cursed that Blue Ribbon cow every day.

‘Biggest fish of my life’: A Cape Breton fisherman’s hunt for the majestic bluefin tuna

2023-11-19T07:22:00.002-04:00

‘Biggest fish of my life’: A Cape Breton fisherman’s hunt for the majestic bluefin tuna

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Jake Edmiston | November 6, 2015 7:34 PM ET

PORT HOOD, N.S. — The fishing rod lurched down like it was pulled by a motorcycle, rattling in its holster as the frantic bluefin tuna fought against the hook. It was as thick as three men, long as a kayak, and strong enough to drag the the 40-foot boat in the Northumberland Strait.

Courtesy of Jeff MillsJeff Mills, and his fishing partner Freeman Piero, with their 870-lb tuna catch at the wharf in Port Hood, N.S.

“Look at him bending that rod,” captain Jeff Mills said to his two-man crew, three kilometres off the coast of Cape Breton. “You feel the boat going?”

The rod suddenly straightened out and the line went limp.

“Gone!” Mills screamed.

The three fishermen stared at one another. Then Mills looked out at the water and realized the fish wasn’t gone; it was swimming toward the boat.

The captain called for his driver to turn toward the port side.

“The prick’s been hooked before,” he said. “If he shoots under the boat, we’re f—ed.”

As the boat swung around, the line tensed and the rod bent down again. Mills pulled down on the line with one gloved hand and turned the reel with the other, wrenching his entire body in an attempt to inch the tuna closer.

“That’s a good fish, man,” Mills said, shaking his arm out and wiping sweat from his face.

Darren Pittman for National PostCapt. Jeff Mills looks out at the water in the Northumberland Strait.

If he could get it near the boat, he’d hit it with a harpoon — guaranteeing capture, but instantly dropping the price at market, where buyers are willing to pay up to pay thousands of dollars for the perfect fish, and frown at any puncture holes.

Capt. Mills has been eluded by these cunning fish before. He has watched his paycheque break the line and swim away. So he prefers a discounted tuna to no tuna.

“This is the only time you’ll ever see me pray,” he said, clutching the rod.

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The bluefin tuna hunt is not the mythic lottery it once was, when the one fish could pay out a year’s salary for a day’s work. Now, the tuna’s allure as a rare delicacy may be fading away — and the massive price tags with it.

Buyers and fish brokers used to flock to the wharfs in Nova Scotia for dockside auctions in the 1990s, when fish could fetch upwards of $20,000 on Japanese markets. Matt Ross, a fish broker, is one of the few left on the docks in Cape Breton, looking for tuna with ruby red, fat-streaked meat. When the fish is good enough, it’s beheaded and rushed to Halifax airport, where it’s shipped to Japan on ice.

“The days of these big, crazy prices … they just don’t exist,” said Ross, who usually sells the tuna on a consignment basis for fishermen.

Jake Edmiston / National PostJeff Mills, right, readies a harpoon while Freeman Piero steers the fish closer to the boat.

The emergence of tuna farming and ranching, starting in the mid-1990s, has supplied Japan with a steady supply of fish — ending the huge spikes in demand that made the market a “cowboy’s game,” as Ross put it.

Twenty years ago, Ross could expect $20 to $30 per pound in Tokyo for fish from wharfs in P.E.I and Cape Breton. This year, with Japan racked by a decades-long economic slump and plenty of cheaper farmed fish available, he’s lucky to get half that. With North American environmental groups calling for an end to commercial fishing for endangered bluefin, breaking into local markets has proved difficult. This season, with a weak Canadian dollar, he was expecting a surge in sales to the U.S. Instead, 80 percent of his fish still went to Japan.

“The big false narrative out there in the public is all these fish are worth tens of thousands of dollars,” Ross said.

Some buyers, unsatisfied with the quality of farmed and ranched fish, will still pay good money for the perfect wild tuna to be used in sushi restaurants.

“It’s incredibly rare,” Ross said. “The reality is only a very, very small percentage of fish go for over $10,000.”

But fishermen like Capt. Mills makes an annual pilgrimage to the Gulf of St. Lawrence in search of one.

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In early October, Mills drove the boat from his home in Louisbourg, N.S., tracing around Cape Breton to Port Hood on the western coast. The tuna season starts in August here, though most fishermen wait until the weather turns, when the fish will be fat from a summer of feeding on the herring, mackerel and squid that are abundant in these waters.

Jake Edmiston / National PostCapt. Jeff Mills struggles with an 870-lb bluefin tuna off the coast of Cape Breton on Oct. 5.

It’s a bit of a gamble, though, because the season ends abruptly whenever the region hits its government-mandated quota. When the quota is maxed out, the boats still holding permits to catch a tuna are out of luck.

The night before Mills’ fishing trip, while he was docked, another fisherman from the wharf came to visit. He told Mills that if he wanted to land a tuna, “Henry Island Bank is where you gotta be.”

Mills and his friends — Paul Mullins and Freeman Piero — left at dawn as the sun rose over the bluffs, sending creamsicle streaks across the sky. At Henry Island Bank, an underwater ridge jutting up from the ocean floor, they baited two lines with live, good-looking mackerel — always reverent of the powerful tuna.

Whenever they had to touch the fishing lines, they were careful not to get their finger caught. If the tuna took the bait while the line was looped around his finger, he would be dragged down with the fish, Mills warned.

Darren Pittman for National Post

“That’s why I’ve always got my knife on me,” he said.

By mid-morning, nothing was happening — no bites, no big red spots on the fish finder; just a bird trying to steal his bait. Mills was starting to think the guy at the wharf had lied to him.

They were the only ones above the bank. No sign of any other boats from the wharf.

“I don’t know if they’re playing games with me or what,” Mills said, leaning on the wheel in the pilot house, gripping his wavy hair.

He was quiet for a minute, then straightened up and told his crew to start the barbecue and get a tray of bacon on it.

“And let’s play them f—ing fish a song,” Mills said.

They pumped techno music through the on-board speakers and the three men danced on the deck, cutting up pieces of dead mackerel and throwing them into the water.

Darren Pittman for National PostJeff Mills at the wheel off the coast of Cape Breton.

“You just pick your place for the day and you fish it,” Mills said. “If you let your mind wander and think you got to keep moving, you’ll drive yourself nuts.”

A mink whale crested and sprayed sea water in the air, 50 feet from the boat.

“That’s a good sign,” Mullins said, standing at the barbecue. “Lots of bait fish around.”

Then the tuna came streaking across the top of the water. It bit down on the mackerel and kept pulsing ahead until the hook caught its lip, sending the fishing line screeching out of the reel.

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The bluefin are known to travel in schools, sometimes hunting in a formation, like soldiers. In the western Atlantic, the tuna spawn in the Gulf of Mexico and most migrate up the east coast of the U.S. en route to Atlantic Canada, where they can weigh up to 1,100 lbs. But they have been charted crossing the Atlantic, and it’s not unknown for a bluefin from Morocco to end up in the Gulf of St. Lawrence, said Gary Melvin, a scientist with the Department of Fisheries and Oceans (DFO).

The Atlantic bluefin was declared endangered in a 2011 assessment by the Committee on the Status of Endangered Species in Canada. DFO has since been trying to decide whether the fish should be added to the Species at Risk Act, which would essentially shut down Canada’s commercial bluefin fishery in the Atlantic.

It’s responsible and highly regulated and controlled

Meantime, DFO scientists have noted that spawning tuna stock in the western Atlantic has increased to 30,000 tonnes — roughly double the alarming levels in the late 1990s that sparked an international rebuilding plan, with strict regulations and catch limits. But it’s still short of the 50,000 tonnes during the early 1970s.

“Don’t get me wrong: Bluefin tuna were in trouble in the past, ” Melvin said. “[Now] they’re not completely where people would like them to be, but they’re in the right direction and substantially much better off than they were in the 2000s and late 1990s.”

“It’s responsible and highly regulated and controlled.”

Activist groups, like the Arizona-based Center for Biological Diversity, maintain that bluefin tuna populations are nowhere near healthy, and concerns about the tuna’s endangered status have permeated into the culinary world — where North American restaurants and chefs are joining boycotts of the fish.

“It’s a failure that the population is one-half the size it was in the 1970s, when the population was already depleted from decades of fishing,” Catherine Kilduff, a lawyer with the Center for Biological Diversity. “That cheats our children of the world our parents had.”

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It had been fighting for more than half an hour, and the fish still had fight left in it. It was close to the boat now, swerving around the motor, and Mills was afraid the propeller would cut the line.

The motor was revving hard, trying to stay ahead of the tuna, and the hum of it all was drowning Mills out. His voice was hoarse now, after screaming commands to Mullins at the wheel.

“Turn it around to the starboard,” he said.

The boat didn’t move.

“Starboard,” Mills said again, this time higher-pitched.

“Good?” Mullins asked.

“He’s just towing us around at will,” Mills said. “Keep going around in a slow f—ing circle. We’re going to try to keep him cornered.”

“He might be starting to tire out.”

By 11:30 a.m., the tuna was pinned up along the starboard side and Mills jumped away from the rod, took his harpoon with two hands and jabbed the fish.

Jake Edmiston / National Post Jeff Mills looks at herring boats in the distance off the coast of Cape Breton. The bluefin tuna hear the hum of those boats and come racing in, knowing the herring will be spilling out of the nets.

“There we go, guys,” he said.

The water went maroon with blood and the fish floated up to the surface, with panicked eyes the size of baseballs staring up at the captain.

Mills steered the fish, once strong and fast and smart, around to the back of the boat and ran a line up through its mouth and another around its tail.

“Now we’re gonna swim him,” Mills said.

He let the fish go, dragging it behind the boat to let it cool down. If they had pulled it aboard after it had spend 45 frenzied minutes fighting for its life, the tuna’s body heat would have cooked it from the inside while it lay on the dock. At the markets in Japan, the buyers call it burned meat.

After two hours, the fish was jumping again, pulling on the lines. The three fishermen pulled it in and Mills raked a sharp gaffe along its gills and made a small incision on its side, cutting the lateral line. It bled out in minutes.

“Beautiful fish,” Mills said.

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Back at the wharf, they lifted the 868-lb tuna off the boat, cut off its head, cleaned out its entrails and sent it packed in ice to Japan. There, buyers would judge it by looking at a tail cut of the meat, along with a sample of the meat at the core of the fish.

“Nice tight, white, creamy fat is what you’re looking for,” said Matt Ross, the tuna broker. “I look for the shape of the fish. Fat and round and short like a football … Then you look for harpoon damage or any scars on the fish that might indicate some infection.”

Mills’ boat made $11.78 per pound on the fish, which weighed 660 lbs once it was beheaded and gutted — a $7,700 payday. It was a decent price, by this year’s standards.

“It’s the most exhilarating, mind-blowing thing you’ll ever do on a fishing rod,” Mills said.

“Biggest fish of my life.”

National PostGary LeDrew

Old timers Race

2023-11-15T09:38:00.002-04:00

Gary LeDrew

Surcouf or Swordfish

2023-06-13T07:48:00.000-03:00

My Uncle Al Bussey harpooned a big swordfish off of Scaterie island In the Fall of 1941.They were in the process of drowning it when something took the line they saw a gigantic shadow under the boat and watched the line stretch and snap freeing the fish. They watched in amazement as the huge shadow disappeared in the distance

My father told me this story and it was confirmed this weekend at the Farmer's market by a writer Mr.Goldman who had been interviewing my Uncle Al but he had died before he got the details.

I am sure it was the French submarine Surcouf which was steaming to Halifax from St.Pierre about that time.

Liberation of St. Pierre and Miquelon

In December 1941, Surcouf carried the Free French Admiral Émile Muselier to Canada, putting into Quebec City. While the Admiral was in Ottawa, conferring with the Canadian government, Surcouf's captain was approached by The New York Times reporter Ira Wolfert and questioned about the rumours the submarine would liberate Saint-Pierre and Miquelon for Free France. Wolfert accompanied the submarine to Halifax, where, on 20 December, they joined Free French "Escorteurs" corvettes Mimosa, Aconit, and Alysse, and on 24 December, took control of the islands for Free France without resistance.

United States Secretary of State Cordell Hull had just concluded an agreement with the Vichy government guaranteeing the neutrality of French possessions in the Western hemisphere, and he threatened to resign unless President of the United States Franklin D. Roosevelt demanded a restoration of the status quo. Roosevelt did so, but when Charles de Gaulle refused, Roosevelt dropped the matter. Ira Wolfert's stories – very favourable to the Free French (and bearing no sign of kidnapping or other duress) – helped swing American popular opinion away from Vichy. The Axis Powers' declaration of war on the United States in December 1941 negated the agreement, but the U.S. did not sever diplomatic ties with the Vichy Government until November 1942.

The Black Buoy

2022-07-02T07:48:00.000-03:00

Louisbourg April thick fog pervades the town and harbour. In the silence between the foghorn hoots a high-powered patrol boat has looked in the harbour and raced away again. Word spreads It sparks enough interest that a dozen men or so wander down to have a looksee. Their eyes search the fog again patrol boat looks in at the dock and turns back out the harbour searchlight scanning the foggy harbour slob ice scattering. This happens twice more in the next 2 hours. Then there is a new sound a different boat chugs through the night and carefully emerges through the gloom to tie up as the patrol boat comes minutes later and lays alongside mounties quickly boarding.

A Mountie runs to the townsfolk. Quick we need a doctor. Is there a hospital four men have been gassed? There is no hospital the men are carried to Bessie Shaw's boarding house almost next to the government wharf. The men are bedded down and the doctor arrives. More mounties arrive from Sydney and take charge everybody else is sent away. The boat is searched and sealed and the house put under guard. Nobody is allowed to talk to the men. When Charlie shaw arrives at the door they have to let him in it is his house.

The gassed men recovered slowly but in a week or so they were recovered enough to sit up and talk and were soon going to be moved to Sydney. charlie thought a little shot of rum might help their recovery and soon he got the story. Before they headed in the Harbour they had managed to put the cargo in a large net and sank it under the ice near black point and marked it with a black buoy. At this point, the men had no interest in salvaging the cargo as they were of getting rid of the evidence.

Charlie soon gathered four friends and a boat and a pile of burlap potato sacks

It made for a long night but they soon had the sacks filled and hidden in the ruins of the fort. So there was no trouble taking the boat home. The next they retrieved their booty. Sacks were buried, bottles stashed everywhere Charlie liked the lumber yard next to his house. Cape Bretoners are generous folks of course and the town was pretty well drunk for the next year or so. Bessie snow soon learned to follow charlie through the lumber yard and one of the McIntyre's was taken to hospital with the Blind staggers.

Codfishing with Uncle Kippy

2021-09-21T10:45:00.006-03:00

August 1955

On holiday from Ontario. Uncle Kippy Shaw and 3 friends took my mother and I cod fishing off of Louisbourg. We were also rigged for swordfish and i spent some time up the mast on the lookout but never saw any. first, we went to Shag Island and then a huge whale surfaced beside us. it was twice the size of our 40 ft boat and most exciting. I remember seeing the ten-mile buoy and we stopped and fished. We were hand-lining and soon filled the bottom of the boat. We then cleaned our catch and watched the gulls gather as we threw the gurry overboard. Kippy tried to start the engine but it was no go. The engine was a car engine in a hatch on the floor of the boat. It was somewhat exposed and the theory was maybe some fish gut had got into the carburetor. Kippy and the men took some hours of stripping the engine and rebuilding it. It would start and then stop after a couple of rebuilds it seemed to work and we headed home. it was about 11 o'clock when we were passing Cranberry cove and the engine stopped and would not start again. The sea was up by this time and we were being pushed to the outer cliffs on the east side of the cove in 5ft swells. Kippy says we got an anchor. he did a small anchor we would have called a lunch hook. but then there was no anchor warp. he did have a harpoon warp but not practical for an anchor. the cliffs are coming closer. Strangely there are about a half dozen wooden barrels from somewhere breaking up on the rocks. an eerie forewarning of what fate awaited us. Kippy has a plan,he will take Mother and me in the dory and row in to shore and we will run to Little Lorraine for help. As we prepare to put the dory in the water we discover there is only one oar. Kippy goes into the cuddy and returns with a hatchet and rips up a floorboard and in a few minutes has shaped it into a oar-like paddle. Mother gets into the bow I get in the stern and Kippy gets in the middle with oars. No mean feat in the rising seas. Off we go in about 5 or 6 feet swells on the rise, mother yells "The whale!" then no! No! It is the rock we are headed for the huge rock at the entrance of the cove. Kippy paddles the jury rig oar like crazy. We get around the rock and somehow make it to the beach fumbling in the darkness. we can see the breakers and Kippy rows hard. Jump he hollers to Mother but fortunately, she waited for another swell and only went into her waist. She pulled the painter furiously and we landed wet but safe. Kippy pointed out there is a trail to Little Lorraine. Mother somehow found it with her cigarette lighter. Thinking of the three men left on the boat we ran like phantoms in the dark. Kippy led us to a Mr Gallant's house who he knew and blurted out the story. They quickly ran to his boat and chugged out the harbor into the night. As mother and I had tea and cakes. she got on the phone and got her father Charlie Shaw and told the tale. In Louisbourg, a search party had been organized and they were relieved to hear from us. They got to the boat in time and towed it back to little Lorraine and the final word was from Grandfather Charlie who chided Mother."I told you I wouldn't go across the harbour with Kippy.'

Gary LeDrew

Colin and Justin believe in 'an allure here' after buying Cape Breton hotel

2021-09-21T08:58:00.001-03:00

Interior design pros Colin McAllister and Justin Ryan, known for TV shows like Home Heist and Cabin Pressure, stand in front of their newest renovation project, Point of View Suites. The Louisbourg hotel will relaunch in 2022 under its new moniker, North Star. The property is made up of about 22 bedrooms, a beach house, staff quarters, two restaurants, a stage for entertaining, as well as five acres of ocean-facing grounds and a private beach. - Saltwire network

ROLLING WITH THE R’S by Celia LeDrew (nee)Shaw

2017-07-22T10:34:00.000-03:00

ROLLING WITH THE R’S
Back in the 1930s Canada had one of the most efficient ice breakers in the world – the C.G.S. MONTCALM. It was used to break up ice in the St. Lawrence River. Steel and coal were shipped from Sydney and Louisbourg. In the winter Sydney Harbour would freeze so solid that no icebreaker could break the ice so all shipping was directed to Louisbourg Harbour, which was open all year around.
When the C.G.S. MONTCALM sailed into Louisbourg Harbour it was a very exciting moment for the townspeople went to the docks to greet her. She was the most powerful, magnificent icebreaker in the world at the time.
The MONTCALM’s crew were mostly all French from Quebec. The Captain was English and his Chief Engineer was a six-foot, curly red-haired Scotsman from Scotland.
All the crew would attend social events in the town. The Catholic Parish was about two miles from the town. They would put on card games of 45s and make a social evening with the ladies of the church supplying the sandwiches and cookies.
I had never played cards and my friend Margaret Murphy, whose father owned a local grocery store, asked me to go to the card game. She dealt me a couple of hands to show me how to play, so I agreed to go.

The weather became quite mild all day and that evening it started freezing rain – at 6 o’clock everything was sheer ice, and wet. Margaret had her father’s old Chevrolet to take the Captain and Engineer to the card game.

So they were at the store sitting around the old stove talking to Margaret’s father when we stopped the car at what was supposed to be the sidewalk. There was a hill going up to the store from the sidewalk that had an incline of about six feet. It was sheer ice. I went down before I could stand up. Then Margaret went down. It ended up we crawled up that incline on our hands and knees. I opened the door and left it open for Margaret as she crawled up. This took some time with me waiting with the door open for Margaret. There was a conversation going on between the Captain and the Engineer as they walked to the car. The Captain was telling the Engineer he spoke French very well for a Scotsman. “The only thing I noticed is that you roll your ‘r’s’.” As he said this he slipped and landed on his bottom and slid down to the car.

Marg piped up, “Anyone would roll on their ‘r’s’ tonight. You can’t stand up.” We tried not laugh as the Captain picked himself up. Marg’s father took the ashes from the stove and threw them over the little hill so they could get back to the car. I am sure Marg could only drive about five miles an hour and we were a little late.
We got to the hall and everyone was waiting to fill the last open table. We hurried to the table and everyone would ask why we were late and why we were laughing. When we told them, they howled laughing, too. In 45s, when you win at one table you go to the next. So every table heard the story and laughed heartily.

The priest, Father Doyle, was not amused, as this was a card game, not a

Circus. There were players that were card shark players that had nothing else on their minds but o win and there were the players that went for pleasure to help with the church funds. Finally Father Doyle asked one of his parishioners what was so funny. He was told the story and he laughed so much he had to go back in the kitchen to straighten himself out.
The game was over and prizes handed out. Everyone started the lunch; it was then more of a circus. Father Doyle said that it was not in good taste for some people at the game to be laughing so heartily when others didn’t know what the laughing was about.
Finally Captain O’Hearn stood up and explained it to everyone and the Chief Engineer stood up and said, “I am so happy that I rolled on my r’s as it made a very entertaining evening for all.”

THE NEW SANDALS by Celia LeDrew (nee)Shaw

2017-03-19T12:37:00.000-03:00

Mother digging clams.(coal pier in bg)

Mother went to Glace Bay on the train shopping and bought me a new pair of summer sandals, leather smooth outside, rough inside, a T- strap with a buckle, had little punched out patterns on the front. I was so proud of those sandals as we had to wear laced-up high leather shoes that my father half-soled for so much there wasn’t much left of the shoes for the soles to hang on to.
A beautiful summer day every one of the kids going to the beach, Mother instructed me under no conditions was I to get those sandals wet, as the leather would shrink and get hard and I wouldn’t be able to wear them. She stressed that from the time I put them on and walked around feeling I had the best pair of shoes in the world.

I was outside our front door when some friends were going swimming and I joined them. I found it so hard to get the sandals unbuckled, everyone was in the water swimming while I was still struggling to undo the buckles.
When I cam back from swimming, it took twice as long to get those sandals back on my feet and buckle them all the girls had left. There was one person left who had a little girl with her. Her name was Bessie. She had lost her leg when she was quite young and used one crutch. This lady was our telephone ope4rator and just everybody in our town knew her and loved her. The little girl was a neighbor’s child, Annie.
The little girl wandered over to a bank where the sea had washed rounded stones. The tide had come in early, rushing in the fresh water brook that had a wooden bridge over it. I had to cross the bridge to come when I saw a little bird flapping around the edge of the rushing water. I went back on the opposite side of the stream to see what it was. When the lady with the crutch hollered across the fast flowing stream that Annie fell in the water. She tried to walk on those rocks – it was impossible. I was in tears. “Go get her, “ calling my name, several times. Crying her heart out. I told her I couldn’t undo the buckles on my sandals to go get her. Beside said, “Never mind the damn sandals, get Annie.” So I went into the rushing water past my waist, the rushing water almost took me for a ride too. I hugged the shore, keeping an eye on Annie and when I finally reached her, she grabbed me so hard she pulled me under, However, we got out and when I pulled Annie in, Bessie had finally walked the bank, and sat on the rocks holding little Annie and cried her eyes out. How lucky she was that I was there when everyone had gone home. So I told Bessie I knew I was going to be punished as my Mother told me not to get my new sandals wet. “Oh, never mind, dear, they’ll all dry out. Annie would have drowned if you weren’t there!”
That was fine until I got home. Mother took one look at my wet sandals. I tried to explain but she wouldn’t listen. “I told you not to get them wet, and you have to listen to what I tell you – right upstairs to your room and stay there ‘till your father comes home.” I would call downstairs and say, “Mom, can I tell you what happened?” She answered, “I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.” I was left in my room, no supper, and it started to get dark when Papa came upstairs. I tried to tell him why the sandals were wet. “You didn’t listen to your mother, so you’re being punished.” Papa went down stairs, brought me up a lamp, a plate with one sausage and a potato with peeling on. I asked, “Is that all I’m getting for supper?” He said, “Yes. If it was up to your mother, you wouldn’t get that.” That was Saturday afternoon.
On Monday, Annie’s uncle was passing our house. He came to Mother and told what a God’s blessing it was for me to have saved Annie’s life. Mother came in the house, shocked. We were in school. Papa came home for lunch and she told him the story was around town like a newsletter. Both parents sat down after our meal, and said they were sorry and would make it up to me. I didn’t get new sandals but Papa oiled them and stretched them on the ‘last’. I wore them ‘till they wore out.
I was treated like a queen for about three weeks. I could do no wrong. Mom was not going to listen to anything I had to say, as the Big Words were “don’t get those sandals wet.”…

PET SEAGULL BIDDY by Celia LeDrew (nee)Shaw

2017-03-19T12:29:00.000-03:00

When I was eight years old I found a young seagull on the beach not far from our house. It couldn’t have been hatched for very long, but it had legs, and could it run. It took me about half an hour to catch it. There were no adult birds around after petting it for a while no mother came to get it. I took it home. A big argument started. Mom said, “You are not keeping that gull in the house.” After a few sad stories, Mom said, “Keep it in a cardboard box overnight and let it go tomorrow.”
It was such a soft, fluffy little creature it didn’t take long for the gull to latch on to me. I was always petting it and feeding it. The next day another fuss was made about keeping the gull for a pet. I was allowed to keep it in the barn. I would take it outdoors and it would follow me everywhere. If I sat down it would get quite close and sit down, too. It looked as if I was going to be able to keep it. I wanted to give it a name so I called her “Biddy.”
My father warned me that they grow very rapidly and would have to have live fish so it could go back to the wilds. My brother and I knew we could catch lots of perch down by the wharf. We would take a pail, fill it with water and very carefully took the hooks out of the fish’s mouths so they would live. When we caught a half pail full we ran home and dumped them into a large tin washtub. The water was too deep and she was slow learning to swim. We would take a fish out and hold it in our hands for her. She would eat everyone.
By the time she was about six months old my brother and I felt she should learn to fly. We tried all the silly things. At first, it didn’t help so my brother got a ladder and put it up against the barn, took Biddy up with us and we held her over and fly to the ground, not very gracefully – her landing was very bad. We kept it up a little each day until she finally took off – she would fly around short trips and come to the washtub and squat until she had her fresh fish.
About 9 a.m. one morning she took off and I called and called. She didn’t come back. I was feeling very sad imagining all the things that could happen to her. At lunch, my father came home, when one of the pilots who Papa used to take out in the pilot boat to bring the big ships into the harbour, came to tell him about Biddy.
This pilot and his wife had one of the tidiest clean properties in town. It had a verandah right across the front of their house and somehow Biddy got in and couldn’t find her way, and she plopped all over the lady’s clean verandah. This is why the pilot was talking to my father. Then the order came, “Go get that gull off the verandah and take a pail and scrubbing brush and wash that verandah ‘till it pleases the owner.” I finally got it washed and cleaned, then rinsed it with water from her well, but she insisted that I dry it before I leave. It seems I almost spent the whole day cleaning after Biddy.
Biddy started to fly out with the adult seagulls. She was still in grey and brown feathers. If I called her she would come in to eat and go back. Finally, when the mating season came Biddy left for good. Every time I saw a Grey gull close I would think it was Biddy and call her but she didn’t come back.
It was lonely after having Biddy. I missed her so much but always checked every gull for years. It takes a long time for the feathers to turn white.
Biddy gave me many happy hours as I had my very own pet.

Deer Meat and Hungry People by Celia LeDrew (nee)Shaw

2017-03-19T12:25:00.000-03:00

By Celia Shaw LeDrew

Deer season in Cape Breton Island during the Depression was one of the big events of the year. Everyone would be talking about it.
Weeks before the season opened I used to beg my father to take me with him as I loved to see the trees, birds, squirrels, partridges, pheasants- I was fascinated by everything that moved in the woods. My father always refused.
When I was 16 my father bought me a single shot, Colt 22 rifle. My father trained me with the gun to shoot the seabirds that came in the harbour quite close to our house and barn which were built on a breakwater. He taught me with old light bulbs we would get from the Marine Repair shop next door. They would bob up and down in the water with the waves, so he felt this was the best way to teach me. He said I should be able to shoot a few ducks when he was at work and our Labrador dog would fetch them in from the sea.
I had to shoot with a direct hit on three out of five bulbs. At first, it wasn’t easy but after three or four times I shocked him by getting five out of five.
I loved tramping through the woods that could be so silent until an animal or a bird would make a move. You must stand very quiet and still to make sure what you were shooting at. Silence is golden when you’re out hunting for food.
It was after the duck episode that I really wanted to go deer hunting but my father insisted it be not for girls. He said, “Never try to shoot a deer with a single shot 22 rifles, and don’t even try! And remember, there’s no such thing as an empty gun, even if it is empty!” We sure had to treat it as loaded.
The day the season opened my father took his 45 Winchester repeater and went off for a deer. He was gone only six or seven hours when he came home with his prize. All we kids could think of was a good hot dinner in the winter and we all seemed to be very happy about my father getting the deer so early in the season.
It didn’t take my father too long to prepare the meat for Mother to put in preserve jars and when the meat was prepared to her specifications out came the Mason jars, the big boiling pot to cook the meat. She would put in one row of meat in the jars and one row of bay leaves until the jars were full and added water. Then the jars were put in the big pot and boiled till the meat was cooked. Usually we had enough meat to do us for the winter but those who never went hunting or never owned a gun came to our back yard where my father was cutting the deer, everyone asking for a piece of the meat. No one was refused, but Mother was giving my father heck because she didn’t have enough preserved for the winter as he gave so much away.
My father told my youngest brother to get a license and asked him if he would try to get another deer to please my Mother. My brother took two days to get a deer and brought it home where every cut had to be perfect.
As he was cutting the meat, there had to be thirty or forty adults with a pot or pan or new paper saying, “I hope you have a piece for me.” I don’t think my brother ever looked up to see who he was giving the meat to. Most of the deer was given to other hungry people. Everybody shared food when plentiful, but he realized that he did not have very much left for my Mother.
There was lots of talk about giving away most of the deer. Finally, my father said to my brother to take me up to the business office and get me a license (one deer one license.) This was my big chance. My father had taught me and trusted me with the gun and it was O.K. to go look for another deer. They were very plentiful that year, and this was the last day of the open season. My father gave me his 45
Winchester repeater.
My brother took me through the swamp. Brush and woods so thick I thought I’d never get out of it. When we came across a small clearing, there were deer everywhere. My brother said, “Aim for the shoulder.” One shot and it dropped right on the ground. My brother said, “Get right over there and put another shot in the head “ (he had to point out where), “and kill it outright. Not a bad shot for a first time.” Then the worst thing that could happen.
My brother put his hand in his back pocket and pulled out the hunting knife and said, “Now go slit its throat, and bleed the animal.” I went around the deer in a few circles but fell to the ground in a faint.. I don’t know how long I was there. My brother kept looking after the deer but stopped once in a while and with his hands scooped up some dirty swamp water and threw it on my face. When I came to my clothes were wet with swamp water, and mud all over me. Everyone in town ribbed me for years about always wanting to go deer hunting.
I never went deer hunting again and have never killed a deer since. It was only for food, which meant so much to all of us in the depression in our town.
Many seasons afterward the people that got some of the meat would always make sure when they saw me ask if I would be going deer hunting this fall. Never! Never! Never! Once was enough to live down.
When mother prepared the deer meat, every piece of fat or sinew had to be cut off. The meat was soaked in salt water overnight, then parboiled in baking soda, to take the game taste off the meat, then into the oven to roast. She always saved bacon fat to baste the meat so it wouldn’t be too dry. The same treatment was given to the sea birds to take away the fishy taste of the fowl. The birds were always roasted with bread dressing. We had much to be thankful for as the Depression was more of a case of survival and we were all made aware of it, and we were all in the same boat.
My parents were always teaching us to make things out of nothing. Mother was an excellent sewer and we wore hand-me-overs and hand me downs but Mother would make them to fit us kids so that we weren’t too poorly dressed. We never had new clothes for years. Mother would card wool and spin the yarn and we always had sweaters for the winter. She would dye the wool Royal Blue and Cardinal Red and the sweaters would always turn out to be red with blue trim or blue with red trim.

10 Point Buck
My father went deer hunting the next year. He was way back in the bush probably 5 miles from the road when he brought down the biggest deer he had ever shot. It was a ten point buck and he was very pleased.
He no sooner started to clean it when an American hunter came on the scene and offered him a hundred dollars for the deer. Papa said no thanks although it was very tempting. A hundred dollars went a long way in the thirties. But the pride of getting such a big deer won out and he had to cut it up into 3 pieces and make three trips to the road to take it home. All his life he would tell this story and finish it by saying. That deer was tough you couldn't stick your fork in the gravy.

Hockey Game by Celia LeDrew (nee)Shaw

2017-02-06T19:54:00.000-04:00

My father, Charlie worked for a ship chandler that supplied the pilot boat to put the pilots aboard any ship entering the harbour to the docks. He also put all the stores on the ship for the ship.

My father met a lot of Merchant Marine ships carrying coal to American and Canadian ports and became friends of the captain of the local tug boat which had to dock the larger merchant ships. The captain and the engineer loved to listen to the hockey games on Saturday radio (a battery radio). They always wanted to play cards (45’s) in silence while the game was on.

We kids were always allowed to stay up and listen, too. We dared not open our mouths to say one word – if we did we were sent to bed. Discipline was number one when the hockey game was on. We all got so much from Foster Hewett and I remember the night he let his son Bill, who was 12 years old, broadcast part of the game.

The engineer of this tug was a religious man and never said a cuss word in his life. Mother moved her oak drop leaf table she used for cutting clothes, quilt patches, etc. on because the oak was hardwood and it never got scratched.

The engineer thought the game was over, the Leafs won the game, Mother made them lunch and it was in the kitchen when all of a sudden Howie Morenz scored a goal at the last minute (the engineer was a Leaf fan) when the engineer put his fist up in the air and hit the table and said, “I’ll be damned!” and he broke the leaf in two pieces with his fist. Mother was upset about this table. The men tried to fix it but Mother said it was never the same. So every time she used it she would say, “That darn Howie Morenz broke my table. My father would tell her "Gordie Howe didn’t break your table the engineer did." She always answered, "if Howie Morenz hadn’t scored that darn goal, I would still have my table. "

Celia Shaw LeDrew

Our First Xmas Tree by Celia LeDrew (nee)Shaw

2016-11-02T08:39:00.000-03:00

by Celia LeDrew

Christmas Eve 1929 the temperature was 7 below and the sky was cold and clear and there was lots of snow. It had snowed for three days and the snow crunched under your feet when you walked. My father had come home from work early that afternoon and talked to mama on the back porch before he came in to get a gun to go hunting or tomorrow’s Xmas dinner.

Papa always kept his guns strapped high on the wall so us kids couldn’t reach them. We watched as he took down a shot gun and he started out the door. He said to Mama as he left, “If I can’t get any partridge, I know I can get us a few rabbits”.

Mama was in the kitchen making dinner - she could make a meal out of almost nothing. She told us to go to the dining room window and watch for Papa to come home and hope he shot some Xmas dinner. My brother and I looked in to the sunset, the tops of the spruce trees silhouetted against the bright red sky looked just like a Christmas card. There was a little hill on the road and we saw something move on top of the hill. We yelled to Mama that Papa was coming. She came into the dining room to look. “That’s not your father, there’s two people there and your father went hunting alone”. She went back to the kitchen. My brother and I looked and looked, It must be Papa but who was with him? It was getting dark and we knew the figure we saw was too big too be Papa.

The next thing we knew there was Papa coming in through the back shed door with four rabbits. Mama was pleased as that was to be our Christmas dinner. After dinner, Papa lit a lantern and said he would clean and skin the rabbits so Mama could prepare them. When the shed door opened we saw something in the shed. A few minutes later Papa came in with a little three and a half foot fir tree. He had strapped the tree to his back and that is why we thought there was two people. I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life, it was a lush green and every branch was even. I don’t think we had ever had such an exciting moment than that. All of us kids were yelling at one another, we were going to have a Christmas tree. The only Xmas tree we had ever seen before was at the Mayor’s house.
In these tough times not many people had them. Mama told us to get the dishes done and then we would decorate the tree. Everyone pitched in. We all knew we didn’t have any decorations and I wondered how we were going to decorate the tree. We finished the dishes and gathered together in the dining room. Mama came in with darning needles and a spool of thread. She gave me a bucket of cranberries we had picked earlier in the month and showed me how to string the berries.
My brother was given a pot full of popcorn. We’d never had popcorn before, it was a luxury. I watched my brother to see how much popcorn had on the string. He only had strung about a yard and my cranberry string looked about three yards. We were so excited and busy getting these done. I looked over at my brother and saw he was putting one popcorn kernel on the string and two in his mouth. I told Mama and she switched jobs. No one liked eating cranberries raw. When we finished Mama told us not to put them on the tree that she would do it. She strung the strands across the tree and stood back to look at it. She decided that it need something else. She gave my brother 10 cents and sent to the store to buy 10 cents worth of molasses candy kisses wrapped in Christmas paper and twisted on both ends. I tried to figure out how to put them on the tree.
Mama came back with the spool of thread and showed us how long to cut each piece of thread to tie on the twist of the candy and make a loop so it would catch on the branches. We thought it looked great as we sat by an open Franklin stove where we burned soft coal and the embers were glowing red. We sat admiring our first Christmas tree and we were excited as no one in town had one except the mayor. My brother and I thought it needed a star on top. We found an old cardboard shoe box that was so old it started to crumble when we cut it after we had drawn the outline of a star on it. As we were pasting it together my brother and I got into an argument about how many points should be on the star. My brother’s had four points and mine had five.
Mama, the referee said mine was the best, but that it was too big and I would have to cut it smaller. All the points must have been pasted about three or four times as we weren’t the best when it came to cutting with scissors. My brother said the star should be silver and we used to save the foil from cigarette packages when people threw them away, but it wouldn’t stay on the cardboard. Then we remembered that Mama always bought Red Rose in a one pound foil package and she put the whole package into the tea can. We dumped the loose tea directly into the can and absconded with the foil wrap. Two sides of the foil had Red Rose tea signs from end to end and we couldn’t pull them off or we would break the foil. We soaked the foil in warm water and we tried to it off with our fingernails. Mama was always there to rescue. She told us to use the inside of the package. Now we had to put it on the top of the tree. Mama told us she would put it on and out came the needle and thread again. She punched a hole in the bottom two points, but it just flopped over. This time Papa came to our rescue. He said he had some stove pipe wire out in the barn and that it bends easily. He lit the lantern, took his pliers and went to the barn.
Mama threaded the wire through the bottom of the star, but it still flopped over. Papa strung the wire from the bottom of the star to the top making it firm and at long last our star sat on the top of the tree like an angel. We couldn’t take our eyes off of the tree. To us it was the most beautiful Christmas tree in the whole world.

No one in our town had a Christmas tree. They couldn’t afford one. I had only ever seen one Christmas tree in my life. The mayor in our town had electricity in his house. They had four windows side by side in their living room and we could see it from the street decorated with red and green ropes, Christmas paper bells, gold, red and green balls. We knew we would never have a tree like that, only rich people had them. We had never asked for a Christmas tree because we knew we wouldn’t get it.

It didn’t take long to ask all the kids on our street to come see our tree. We were so proud of it. All the kids got a Candy Kiss, but not from the tree. Mama got the remainder of the bag of candy which was almost still full even after we had put them on the tree. All for 10 cents. From that year on we always had a Christmas tree and all our decorations were handmade. Mama could teach us everything that was possible under the conditions of the depression.

My father was earning $150.00 a month but when the depression hit, his boss told him he would have to let him go unless he was willing to work for $50.00 a month which he did and 10 cents for a spool of thread was a lot of money and we couldn’t waste one inch of it.

Red Tape and Torpedo Nets by Celia LeDrew (nee)Shaw

2016-08-02T09:01:00.000-03:00

Gary LeDrew age 3 Looking at the Tug and barge picking up the Torpedo net and wires

by
Celia LeDrew nee Shaw

During World War II shortly after VE day the Canadian Navy dumped tons of torpedo netting into Louisbourg Harbor. Torpedo netting was made of hawser steel wire and each link about twenty inches in diameter, which made a mesh buoyed at the surface of the water and dropped to the bottom of the harbour to prevent torpedoes or subs from entering past the torpedoes gate. The loaded merchant steamers were remaining at anchor to wait for convoys and orders.

WE lived in an old frame house handed down from our grandmother on Commercial Street right by the government Wharf. It began as Snow's Tavern The lot was 50 feet deep and right on the harbour with 180 feet of shore. Below our house was a beautiful sandy beach where we learned to swim and played in the sand that beach was our pride and joy our whole lives depended on that beach the beach processed every thing that children loved it was heart breaking to see the Royal Canadian Navy dump all this wire mesh on the beach I knew the first gale we would get the under tow would spread all over the whole shore line, not only the shore line would be messed up the lobster fishing that the fishermen depended on for there livelihood would be lost forever I spoke to my father that something should be done about it and he told me I would be wasting my time he said there was a war on and besides you cant fight the Royal Canadian Navy my attitude was how will I know if I don’t try he first person went was the Commander in charge of the Navy in Louisbourg he was very snarky and told me there was a war on and he had no time for such nonsense From there I went to talk to our mayor he to went down to speak to the Officer in charge same answer its impossible as there was a war on then I went to see the harbour master we had a long conversation about what the wire would do the lobster fishing he agreed that it would be disastrous so off he goes to the commander only to get the same answer this time words flew from both of them the officer walked away went to office and slammed the door there was about 160 men working on the marine repairs refitting the mine sweepers and other naval ships. I caught them all on there lunchtime although they agreed it was wrong Celia we would like to help you and you can't buck the R C N This all happened from 9 am now its 1pm Mr L H Cann the owner of the marine company that serviced the naval ship she was reluctant to help me I asked him if he would give me the phone number of the naval headquarters in Halifax he gave the phone number perhaps only to get rid of me before I phoned the navy I went to the harbour master to get the phone number of the DEPT of Fisheries He agreed that I should carry on I asked to speak to the Commander of the navy when this commander got on the phone I was a little on the nervous side I explained all that happened I never used so many yes sirs and no sirs in my life This Commander was very sympathetic to my concerns about the fishing and the destruction this tons of wire will cause
It was 3.30 in the afternoon and the commander said he would give it his immediate attention I then asked if I could have his name and rank in case I needed to contact him again.
A navy minesweeper was in for refitting and the Captain and his wife were boarding with us. I couldn’t wait to tell them the good news and everyone laughed their heads off when I showed them the name of the man I was talking to in Halifax ‘Rear-Admiral L.W. Murray’. The Commander of the mine sweeper said we don’t ever get to talk to him. At that time I didn’t know the difference between a Sub-Lieutenant and a Rear Admiral no one wanted to believe me. I felt like a damn fool but I only had to feel like a damn fool till 8 o clock the very next morning my father called everybody to the window and before my eyes was a large scow with a large derrick lifting the discarded nets onto the scow. My father's expression was I’ll be damned you did it a little girl you beat the Navy.

The Home On the Hill

2015-03-26T07:57:00.000-03:00

The Home on the Hill
By Charlie Shaw

We live at the house by the side of the hill,
A home away from home.
A better place you couldn't find
No matter where you roam.

For when the rain beats on the windows
Or the snow piles high outside,
Your sitting here in comfort
With your roommate by your side.

The nurses arc a kindly lot
They are always happy and gay.
They make your bed and clean your room
And bring meals on a tray.

Even those in wheelchairs,
They greet you with a smile."
There are a few exceptions,
They are a bit senile.

Sometimes we get so lonely,
And sometimes we blue,
But cheer up and do not worry
There's a lot worse off then you.

And when we die, we don’t know where we go.
For life is such a mystery that no one knows for sure.
We hope that we will meet again
On Heaven’s distant shore.

Now I'm speaking for my self alone
But what I say is true...
If you are good to people,
They will be good to you.

Charlie Shaw was my grandfather, he wrote this in a seniors residence in Sydney when he was in his ninties. he died when he was 96.

Louisbourg Memories by Harold LeDrew

2011-09-18T10:45:00.001-03:00

A page written by my father Harold LeDrew

about 1937

Gary LeDrew

Take This Waltz

2010-08-31T09:09:00.000-03:00

It has been a quiet week in Louisbourg and the Movie Shoot of Take This Waltz has been a welcome relief. Except for a noisy all night party by some they have been pretty much unnoticed. I hope they lots of wide shots as Louisbourg has never looked better. The weather is spectacular

Take This Waltz (2011) More at IMDbPro »

Writer:Sarah Polley (written by)

Plot:A funny, bittersweet and heart-wrenching story about a woman struggling to choose between two different types of love.

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Cast

Seth Rogen ... Lou Rubin

Michelle Williams ... Margot

Sarah Silverman ... Geraldine

Aaron Abrams ... Aaron Rubin

Luke Kirby ... Daniel

Jennifer Podemski ... Karen

Raoul Bhaneja

Matt Baram

Danielle Miller

Diane D'Aquila

Albert Howell

Diane Flacks

Avi Phillips

Jean-Michel Le Gal

Dustin Peters

Vanessa Coelho ... Tony

Gary LeDrew

Louisbourg 1939 -45

2010-07-18T09:41:00.000-03:00

SPECIAL VE DAY 1995 EDITION

Jean Kyte

1939 & 1940

To the Louisbourg of 1939 the looming war declared by Great Britain and France on Germany on September 3rd was a minor affair that hardly rippled the even tenor of everyday life. The previous February, Mayor Melvin S. Huntington arranged with Malcolm Patterson to introduce a bill in the Legislature establishing the boundaries of the town. The opening of the new Post Office on February 14 and the Customs Office in the same building on February 23 were signs of progress. Swordfishing went on in the summer and the fleet was welcomed as usual. On September 1, Huntington noted in his diary, " Germany invaded Poland today and the war that has been threatened for many months has begun." Up to then, nothing in the way of world news was considered worthwhile mentioning in his diary.
On September 3rd, Huntington and D.M. Johnston, then Chief of Police, attended a meeting in Sydney with other Cape Breton municipal leaders, "to organize the towns, City of Sydney, and rural communities in Cape Breton County, in preparation for possible air raids by enemy planes..." Dr. H. J. Townsend of Louisbourg was appointed chairman for Louisbourg to deal with the Mayor to organize an "Air Raid Precaution Committee" in the town. The first "blackout" was on September 7. On September 10, Canada declared war.
By September 14, an ARP Committee was organized, with Dr. Townsend as chairman, George Lewis, secretary, R.A. Peters, Fire Chief, D.M. Johnston, Chief of Police, Councillor Guy B. Hiltz and Mayor Huntington. For the duration of the war, this committee met faithfully to supervise the "blackouts" ordered from time to time by County officials.
On September 27 Mayor Huntington wrote Lt. Col. Dobbie, Fortress Commander, Sydney, respecting the defenceless condition of the port of Louisbourg in the event of enemy attack. He suggested that some action be taken to protect the shipping piers of British Empire Steel and Coal Corp., and the port in general. The letter was politely acknowledged from Halifax noting that "... it is impossible adequately to guard all desirable points. Therefore, our forces are concentrated in those places which are considered vital to Canada." However, copy of the letter was sent to Ottawa.
The major topic of interest in the town was the question of a new lighting system. The Red Cross was organized October 2.
In April 1940 a meeting was called to consider the town's participation in the nation-wide YMCA War Service Fund appeal. The meeting was so poorly attended that the group decided to seek the assistance of the Women's Institute Branch and a week later the WINS agreed to help with the fund raising. On June 10, Huntington noted that Canada declared war on Italy. On August 5, about 500 swordfish were landed and on August 17, the Mayor bought a revolver as instructed by Town Council, that had decided to arm the town's policeman.
On August 19, National Registration of all persons 16 years of age or older, took place in Louisbourg as well as Canada. Six hundred and seventeen people registered in Louisbourg.
The N.S. Power Commission started putting up power lines. On October 19, there were twelve Lunenburg sailing vessels in port, and they sailed the next day.
On December 10, a town-wide Greek War Relief collection was authorized. The sum of $162.00 was raised from a town still in depression times.
The number of vessels entering port either for bunkering or coal cargoes began to increase, and the town became more familiar with the flags of their countries - Finland, Greece, Latvia, Iceland, Panama, Poland, Yugoslavia and Norway. Norwegian ships were a familiar sight over the years in the port, with George Lewis the Norwegian Consul (since March 25, 1921).

1941

By 1941, particularly in the spring and fall, life in the town became more lively. The S.S. EMPIRE RAZORBILL came in January 9 with damage to her hull caused by a German submarine which had opened fire on her somewhere in the Atlantic. She had been calling at the town for many years, being in the coal trade. Bad weather brought in three naval ships, one a tug, for shelter. One young man from town, Johnson Siteman, R.C.N., died January 19. In February, a War Savings Campaign was planned. Louisbourg consistently achieved its quota of Victory Bond sales and in 1942 raised $110,600 or, 235% of its quota.
The N.S. Power Commission began work on a new lighting system in March. By June Germany and Russia were at war. On July 14 a meeting of the Community Club was held to arrange for comforts for H.M.C.S. LOUISBURG.
On July 22, the first swordfish of the season was landed and bought by Lewis and Co. The next day an advance party for Michael Lerner, international sportsman who pioneered the capture of swordfish by rod and reel, arrived. Lerner himself arrived the next day to begin his fourth trip to the town. During the next two weeks he landed seven swordfish, and donated the proceeds to the Queen's Canadian Fund war relief and the Community Club for the comforts for H.M.C.S. LOUISBURG.
Mrs. Marion Hassler, also a rod and reel enthusiast, arrived in August and made a number of landings. She sponsored a town dance in the Masonic Hall, which was appreciated by the townspeople, as was a showing by Mr. Lerner of a movie taken by his professional photographer of an informal concert by young people of the town.
Meanwhile, fishermen landed 350 swordfish up to the end of August.
The war was being brought home slowly to the town. The major industrial company in Louisbourg was the L.H. Cann marine repair shop on Commercial St. On July 26, 1941 there were three damaged ships in the harbour - the British ship BIAFRA had collided with another ship in her convoy, the Norwegian S.S. FIDELIO had rammed Big Lorraine Head (she was later sunk in convoy) and S.S. IOCOMA had lost her rudder and grounded near Port Nova. The pier underwent repairs for three months in the summer and fall.
The Navy League of Canada Branch was organized October 16 and work started on the Hut on November 3.
The impact of war hit in the winter of 1941. On September 30 a Latvian Ship, S.S. EVEROJA, straggled into port with a jagged hole in her bow where she had been rammed by another ship in her convoy. The ship repair plants in Sydney were working
full time, so the ship was sent to the L.H. Cann repair plant at Louisbourg. Later in 1941 the harbour began to fill with the convoy ships from many lands.
On November 19, a detachment of the Veterans Guard of Canada (the Home Guard) was organized with twelve men, most of whom were World War I veterans: Cpl. William MacKinnon, John Pope, Wilfred Troke, Malcolm MacLeod, D.J. MacIntyre, J.R. Defriese, Michael Murrant, Alex MacDonald, Charles Dickson, Dan Smith, Arthur Gaudet and James Pope. Their headquarters was the I.O.G.T. Hall, now the Louisbourg Library.
On December 8, the town was hard hit with the news of death in England in an accident, of 21 year old Ronald M. Cann, R.C.A.F., son of Mr. and Mrs. L.H. Cann.
On December 23, 1941 the corvette "LOUISBURG" (Flower Class) paid a courtesy visit to the town and the crew was given a tour of the Fortress site, a dance and a lunch, and presented with an address and a picture of the surf at Louisbourg. There was a sense of loss and personal
sadness when she was sunk in the Mediterranean in February of 1943.

1942

By 1942 the population had grown to 1,008. The Navy League Hut opened in January. Ships making a regular run to Louisbourg for coal or landing iron ore for the steel plant at Sydney were now being escorted by naval vessels, and were having guns mounted as a defence against submarines. In February churches and public buildings were closed due to a diphtheria epidemic. The ban was lifted February 12. On February 17 a War Salvage Committee was organized, and on February 21 seven planes in formation flew over the town en route to some unknown destination. L.H. Cann's ship repairing plant was busy refitting all Dominion Coal Company Ships in 1941-1942.
Rationing of some foods was taken in stride as it was ordered by the Wartime Prices and Trade Board. On June 20, sugar was rationed (half a pound per week per person, replacing the voluntary rationing of three-quarters of a pound in effect since January). Sugar rationing continued to November 27, 1947. Tea and Coffee were rationed in August (one ounce of tea and four ounces of coffee per week, but not both), and butter was added to the list in December (one-half a pound per week). Meat rationing came along later. Gasoline was also rationed.
The ration book had coupons which had to be taken out by the seller of the provisions. Members of the Red Cross collected meat coupons and turned them in to the Board "thereby making more meat available for overseas." Meat coupons had "change" tokens - small blue disks with a hole in the centre. Inevitably some cheating took place, but most people took the restrictions stoically, feeling their sacrifices were helping the war effort.
There was mail censorship (Louisbourg was an East Coast Port) and envelopes were duly stamped. Victory Bond campaigns were enthusiastically supported and school prizes were often a number of $0.25 "war savings stamps" which, when a booklet of $4.00 was completed, could be turned in for a War Savings Certificate.
In September a platoon of the Cape Breton Highlanders Reserve Battalion held its first drill. The drill instructor was Cpl. MacKenzie, assisted by Corporal William MacKinnon of Louisbourg (supervisor of the Museum at the National Historic Site in West Louisbourg) a member of the Louisbourg Detachment of the Veterans Guard of Canada. The platoon members were: Howard MacQueen, Trueman Hunt, Archie MacVicar, Walter Jewell,Jr., Edward MacVicar, John MacDonald, William Stewart, Alex Hunt, George MacGillivary, Howard Magee, James Burke, James Harte, Ernest Matheson, Albert Bate, Carl Levy, James MacKay, George MacKay, William Hilchie, William MacGillivary, John MacKinnon, Wilfred Covey, Charles Crooks and Gordon Troke.
A First Aid Squad with a Nurses Unit was organized with lectures by Dr. Moe Ulberg. Under Oscar Harris and Ed Levy, the two squads were composed of: Oscar Harris - Frank Stacey, Walter Jewell, A. Covey, James Harte, Joe Burke, Enoch Cann and Harold Cross, and under Ed Levy - Charles Bagnell,Sr., Charles Bagnell, Jr., Ervin Levy, Wilson Levy, Murray Fleet, William Burke and Ralph Townsend. The Nurses' unit had Miss H.R. MacDonald (the Public Health Nurse for the town), Mrs. Ruby Stewart, Mrs. Winnie Kyte, and Mrs. M. Ulberg.
The Battle of the Atlantic intensified in 1942. Many young men joined the Merchant Navy. In May, the MONT LOUIS was lost in the Caribbean, with William Bagnell, Jr. and John A. MacIntyre among the casualties. On September 5 the LORD STRATHCONA was torpedoed in Wabana Harbour, Nfld. She had been a regular caller to Louisbourg for years. Louisbourg was the winter port for the North Sydney-Port-aux-Basques passenger ships. The town came to look on the visits of the CARIBOU and KYLE as part of their own winter activities. On October 15 the CARIBOU was sunk on her trip to Newfoundland with the loss of 137 of the 235 aboard. The town heard the news in disbelief. It just didn't seem possible that a ship so familiar and so much a part of the winter routine could be a victim of war. Worse was yet to come.
On November 2nd., the S.S. ROSE CASTLE, a coal carrier with crew from the area, was torpedoed in Wabana Harbour as well. Pat MacMullin, whose family lived in town, was among those killed.
In December, the military negotiated the site of the military camp on Kennelly's Point, and construction started December 13.

1943

In January, Minesweeper J256 showed up with gear for anti-submarine nets and a gate. On January 21, the U.S. subchaser SC-709 went aground on a bar west of Battery Island and in a dramatic rescue the crew was saved by Louisbourg fisherman and crewmembers of the barquentine ANGELUS and given first aid in the Navy League Hut by local registered nurses and a group of women from town. The ANGELUS was later torpedoed in the South Atlantic, with only two survivors. A collection of $404.50 was made for the Canadian Aid to Russia Fund. U.S. Coast Guard vessels began to visit on their route to Newfoundland. Louisbourg was District No. 6 and ration book distribution for the town was carried out as well as to Gabarus, Main-a-Dieu, Catalone and Bateston. The steam barge BD3 (Boom Defence 3) was on duty during the winter.
In May, "sugar for canning" ration coupons became available, 10 to 13 lbs. per person, to enable women to take advantage of home made jams, jellies, pickles and other preserved food, to alleviate the monotony of the daily diet.
The Boy Scouts were reorganized in St. Bartholomew's Church, Town Council "adopted" the newly-launched H.M.C.S. LOUISBURG, named to replace the town's namesake sunk the previous February in the Mediterranean. In June, a CWAC platoon was welcomed to town and gave a precision drill and later a concert. The anti-submarine net was replaced in July.
In October, Louisbourg was the first community in the county to "go over the top" with Victory Bond sales of $117,600 against a quota of $85,000. The male members of the Navy League tendered a dinner of appreciation to the ladies who continued to supply sandwiches and sweets each night at the Navy League Hut to members of the Armed Forces and the Merchant Marine.

1944

On February 3, 1944 the S.S. FORT TOWNSEND collided with one of her convoy escort, H.M.C.S. MAHONE, in a dense fog off Louisbourg. She was given emergency help and sent to Halifax for further repairs. Causing more immediate excitement was the explosion from spontaneous combustion of the PHILIP T. DODGE in harbour at about 1.45 a.m. on March 14. Bemused citizens were shaken from their beds believing that a bombing raid was in progress, or that a ship in harbour was being torpedoed. Debris from the ship rained on roofs and little fires burned all over the ice of the harbour. No one was hurt but the ship was badly damaged. It was repaired in Louisbourg. On March 22 the WATUKA was torpedoed off Halifax, but all hands, including local men Capt. Ben Pope, Raymond Martell, Charles Martell, Willard Troke, Gordon Troke, Philip Tutty and James Kennedy were saved. The Battle of the Atlantic abated, and the invasion of Europe occasioned some optimism for the future. In April, Mayor Huntington, George Lewis of Lewis & Co, Ed Levy, and Eric Lewis met in Halifax with government officials and management of General Sea Foods Ltd. to discuss the establishment of a modern fish plant in Louisbourg. They continued to meet in Halifax and in Louisbourg over the years following and plan for the plant, which was finally opened in 1952.
Ninety swordfish were landed in July. In September a public meeting was held to discuss post-war problems, and in October another meeting was held to arrange a civic reception to welcome men and women who would be returning from the Armed Forces. A banquet was held in the Navy League Hut on December 28. A Civilian Rehabilitation Committee was organized, but it was not particularly successful, although it met periodically for the next couple of years.

1945

The Council considered a memorial suitable for veterans of both wars. In March, two Spanish trawlers arrived. The Spanish sailors scoured the shops in town buying soap and, for a few days after they left, townspeople had to wait until local merchants could restock their shelves. The Spanish ships had made the town their base in 1944 and continued to call. At the same time, ships were sailing under armed escort and armed trawlers and minesweepers patrolled the coast. Emerson Grant arrived home from overseas in February 1945 and in March the anti-submarine net was taken up because of drift ice. The Eighth Victory Loan campaign launched April 23 was successfully completed by May 1, a week before May 8, V-E Day.
V-E Day was celebrated with general rejoicing, followed by an abrupt slow down of activity both socially and commercially.
In July a naval tug left for North Sydney with three anti-submarine gate pontoons. This was the last except for the one anchored off the head of government wharf being used as a moving buoy for the stern of the Canadian frigate, ORKNEY, which was undergoing repairs and refitting.
On July 23 the first swordfish were landed. August 14 was V-J Day. On September 2 the R.C.A.F.station officially closed, on October 11 the Senior Naval Office closed, and on October 23 the ORKNEY sailed. On November 19 Mayor Huntington attended a 9th Victory Loan Campaign dinner - in Sydney.

ARMED FORCES IN LOUISBOURG

About the middle of January 1943 a naval office was opened in the building that originally housed the office of A.A. Martell, M.L.A., then the Post Office until 1939, and more recently, the Credit Union. The naval barracks was the former Dundonald Inn. Commander George A. Burton, R.C.N.R. was in charge. He died in 1944. By early 1943 convoys were commonplace to Louisbourg. Sydney was designated an SC (slow convoy) assembly point, and ships collected in Louisbourg Harbour to load cargo and bunker (take on coal as fuel for the ship itself) while preparing to join the convoys.
The office closed October 11, 1945.

ARMY

By January 1943 Wolfe Battery was established at Kennelly's ( Russell Pt.). It was officially called "Fort Wolfe." Fort Wolfe consisted of two 18-pounder field guns, and two sixty-inch concentrated beam searchlights "disguised as fishing shacks on the shore line." About fifty men from the Sydney Harbour and Canso Defences formed the winter detachments at Louisbourg although one year a unit from Quebec manned the battery. A submarine would have to come through the Channel at the mouth of the harbour on the surface because of the shallow depth of the water and the guns thus commanded the channel.
The camp was located on both sides of the road where the old Kennelly house once stood. On the east side of the road were eight round topped corrugated huts and on the west side, four or five similar ones. Huts were about 25 feet long and ten feet wide. On the west side two or three wood and tar-papered shacks were placed. Near the shore, there were two wooden buildings housing searchlights. The engines for generating the power were in a small wooden building at the edge of the trees east of the searchlight building. The guns were positioned on two concrete gun emplacements and one was mounted on a rubber wheeled carriage.
The army detachment, except for a small guard, usually decamped during summer.

THE R.C.A.F.

The R.C.A.F. station was located on the old Louisbourg Road (Terra Nova Road) on property owned by the late John MacMillan and was established in 1942. It was called No. 6 Radar Station and was attached to the R.C.A.F. station in Sydney, Nova Scotia. A ration run to Sydney was made each week for supplies. About 80 to 100 men were stationed there. [The Radar units extended from Iceland to the United States East Coast.]
The station tracked planes over the Atlantic and at one time received a commendation for tracking one plane for 18 hours. The equipment was manned twenty-four hours a day, with four shifts of four to six men. They also tracked ships.
The station comprised an administration building, housing the Orderly Room, a cook house and dining room, a guard house, H barracks with men sleeping on one side and a hospital and games room on the other side. The officers slept in one end of the Administration Building.
In the early days, as the heating equipment was not completed, men were moved to the Dundonald Inn and to private homes in town. Some of the married men brought their families to live with local families. A number of local women married R.C.A.F. men and moved away after the war.
Commanding officers of the RCAF were, F/O B.F. Deshaw, P/O V. J. Hawkeswood, P/O W. H. Noble, F/O S. R. Talbot, F/L J. M. G. Dorais and F/O W. J. McLaughlin.
The base closed on September 2, 1945.

L.H. CANN'S SHIP REPAIR PLANT

Louisbourg Motor and Machine Works Limited was incorporated in 1920 with three partners, one of whom was L.H. Cann. In 1924 Cann bought out his partners and carried on business under his own name.
The company did general machine shop, motor repair and small marine repair work until 1941-42 when a complete refit was carried out on all Dominion Coal Ships.
On September 30, 1941 a Latvian ship, S.S. EVEROJA, was sent to Louisbourg for repairs to a hole in her bow. Up to this time, the small marine repair shop was mostly used for fixing loose hinges on deck doors, installing light bulbs on ships and general machine work. To handle the welding of a whole new steel plate to the side of a ship, the plant underwent an abrupt adjustment in equipment, personnel and importance. Cann, the plant owner, issued a call for workers. A stenographer, the first trained one in town, was employed.
During the Battle of the Atlantic, all available facilities were engaged in repair work and Cann's was given a contract by the Department of Munitions and Supply to refit Naval vessels. The plant was enlarged, men from all over Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, and Newfoundland as well as other parts of Canada were engaged and new machinery bought. During the war, fourteen naval ships - H.M.C.S. VEGREVILLE, GRAND MERE, COWICHAN, MULGRAVE, UNGAVA, DRUMMONDVILLE, AGASSIZ, LA MALBAIE, CHAMBLY and RIMOUSKI, and H.M.S. AYRSHIRE, BAFFIN, ANTICOSTI, and CALLIFF - were refitted, and repairs and refits made to many merchant ships, naval crafts, scows, derricks and fishing boats. The H.M.C.S MAHONE was towed in for temporary repairs to get her to Halifax, and the PHILIP T. DODGE was repaired after an explosion.
The plant eventually had a work force of 250, handling the machine shop, boiler shop, electrical shop, carpenter shop, fitter shop, welder house and compressor room. No time was ever lost due to strikes or labour difficulties.
The employees supported the sale of approximately $100,000 worth of Victory Bonds.

THEY ALSO SERVED ....

The Dominion Coal Company with the Sydney and Louisburg Railway provided vital support in the shipment to Britain of coal, steel, fuel, food, munitions and civilian supplies. Work went on twenty-four hours a day, with three eight-hour shifts. The S & L Station was managed by A. Tilley, who also handled the Canadian Pacific Telegraph business. Until his death in 1942, D. J. McInnis was superintendent of the coal pier, being succeeded by Arthur Hallett.Lewis & Co., founded in 1896, was the principal merchandiser in town, as ships' chandler, fish buyer, shipping agent, general store, fuel oil supplier and office for various agencies and services. Gordon P. Stevens, founded in 1914, was the second largest general store. Other businesses in town included Beavers Transfer, A. D. Cann, fish; Crowdis Hotel; Lloyd Harris, confectionery and groceries; B.W.Heckman, confectionery and groceries; Herbert Hopkins, fish; M.S.Huntington, newspapers and confectionery; D.M.Johnston, funeral director; Allister MacDonald, Rexall Drug Store, which also had a small lending library; Louisburg Co-op Society, groceries; Mrs. Belle MacMillan, groceries and household goods; Harold MacQueen, groceries, confectionery, stoves and furniture; The Royal Bank; Sullivan Bus Service; Wilfred Tutty, billiards, pool and snooker; Fred Burke, barber shop; Abe Cameron, bus and taxi service; Hugh Lynk, insurance. The restaurants in town were managed by Tom Wong (the Grubstake Restaurant building), by Cecil Stevens (on the site of the Royal Bank) and William Thomas who managed the Green Lantern Restaurant.

WHAT IT WAS LIKE IN TOWN

The citizens came face to face with war with the arrival for repairs of the Latvian ship EVEROJA, on September 30 1941.The ship's crew, Latvians, Englishmen, Welsh and Scandinavians, provided the town with a constant source of gossip. The first week of the ship's arrival, the town people reacted with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Young girls who normally thought nothing of walking home alone at night were no longer permitted out unattended. Suspicion was increased when some of the crew became drunk and engaged in brawls on the main street.
However, the suspicion was alleviated after the crew members attended several social evenings held in the Anglican Parish Hall. They displayed good manners (bowing from the waist when asking permission to dance, and quickly removing one of their own men who had become drunk.) Their behaviour overcame the initial antipathy and many townspeople accepted them socially, inviting them to their homes for dinner and to spend the evenings.
The ship remained over a month, and the crew of about thirty became friendly with the townspeople and particularly with the men who repaired the ship. They had an orchestra of five aboard which played for a number of dances and one of the crew was a professional fakir, billed as Rolando, who performed such deeds as sticking a knife through his tongue and driving needles through his breast muscles. He treated the citizens to a free performance in a local hall from which several women and one man were carried unconscious.
This first exposure to wartime conditions which proved pleasant socially and financially for the town was probably largely responsible for the friendly attitude with which the people greeted the numerous servicemen, both Canadian and foreign, who were stationed at Louisbourg during the war.
Between 1942 and 1944 the marine repair plant increased its staff to 225 employees. Canadian, British and American naval vessels tied up at the wharves along with merchant ships. By this time thirty-six men from town had enlisted, leaving only the older married men for work. Since they were mostly jack-of-all-trades, skilled workers had to be imported - electric welders, tinsmiths, machinists, pipe-fitters. Of the 225 men employed at the plant in 1944, 115 were "outsiders", of whom 18 had brought their families to town.
Along with the increase in population through the war industry, there was also a rise in population due to the building of an airforce camp outside the town, an army base at the Lighthouse, and a naval station in town. At times it was estimated that the "from away" population exceeded the native population.
This invasion of new families, servicemen and industry created a distinct break in the economy of the town and in its social life. For the natives who worked at the plant, it meant the first steady employment most of them had ever had in town. The security of a steady weekly pay envelope resulted in a rise in the standard of living which was quite apparent in 1944. The criteria for this rise included enlargement of the large general store and increase in staff; increase in trucking operations between Sydney and Louisbourg to cope with the greatly increased demand for provisions; expansion of the ship chandlering company which provisioned ships; increase in number of scheduled bus trips between Sydney and Louisbourg; higher status gained by several families which had suffered from chronic poverty - the higher status resulting from the fact that the fathers obtained regular work at the plant; and increase in staff at the local bank and Post Office.
A total of sixteen houses were built during the war. Of these, twelve were built by Louisbourg natives who subsequently occupied them.
Since most of the town houses were large, the housing shortage was solved by householders renting parts of houses,
and taking in boarders. With practically all Louisbourg citizens employed it meant the old standbys of fishing and coal trimming were largely ignored. Fishing boats and lobster crates were left high and dry on the beaches during the summer although absenteeism at the plant became more prevalent during June and July when call of the sea proved too strong for some fisherman. The small tourist business faded completely as government restrictions on gasoline and travel became more severe.
With the men working at the plant or on the pier, and young sons in the services or at sea, the mothers had to adjust to the tempo of wartime Louisbourg. Symbolic of the increased tempo of life was the punctual whistle of the plant which blew every eight hours, announcing a change of shift. The added burden of boarders which almost every wife bore meant people coming and going at all hours. This new responsibility for the housewife gave her a rise in status in the household since she felt she was an important cog in the machinery of the war effort and also in respect to making it possible to increase the family income.
The new positions opened in the Navy League, Red Cross Society, War Savings Campaigns, blackout committees and Home Front organizations, offered fresh opportunities for women to contribute to the war effort. The local branch of the Women's Institute of Nova Scotia had been organized in 1936, the Red Cross in October 1939.
The Women's Institute helped raise money for a Canada-wide fund for an ambulance for overseas, directed the voluntary registration of women in town, filled "ditty-bags" for the Navy League, bought cigarettes for local servicemen overseas, made clothing for civilian relief and comforts for the Women's Auxiliary Service in Great Britain. It also sponsored six blood donor clinics in co-operation with the Red Cross, sent money for milk for Britain, bought Victory Bonds and organized a local share of the national clothing drive. Red Cross members contributed hand-knitted and sewed comforts for the armed services and for clothing campaigns and the "Blankets for Britain" campaign in 1941. They also held fund-raising campaigns and supported local causes, such as the town tennis club, the Navy League, the Salvation Army and families suffering natural disasters, as well as sponsoring various nursing courses, and the shipment of food or clothing to two families in Britain.
With respect to recreational life, Louisbourg citiznes no longer maintained the previous ritual of the Saturday night show and the intermittent church meetings. The knowledge that there might be something doing up town often prompted them to stroll up town after supper. This gradually led to frequenting the Navy League Hut and the restaurants and the Strathcona skating rink until finally the curiosity developed into a demand. Women who thought their dancing days were over found themselves eagerly sought as dancing partners. At first there was criticism of married women who attended dances and social affairs without their husbands, but their new roles were construed as `chaperons' for the younger people. This phase of activity was rationalized under the heading of `war effort' since women claimed they were doing their `small bit' to make things more pleasant for the servicemen. The presence of these older women at the social functions was also justified on the grounds that the age level of the girls attending the affairs was far below
norm. Although the dances were attended by girls as young as 13 or 14 years, there were sufficient informal restraints ensuring community surveillance over them, as they associated with men far older than themselves.
In the case of the younger girls, their mothers were usually present and accompanied them home after the dance. The girls themselves, particularly the high school group, which constituted the most active group in the social affairs, had decided it was more interesting to go stag to the dances because they could meet numerous men instead of dancing all evening with one boy or one another. Unless a girl was considered `serious' with a boy, she was criticized by the other girls if she attended the dance escorted. So it became the custom for all the girls to go in groups to the social affairs, and invariably afterwards the groups walked home together, accompanied by some of the servicemen. Since no restaurants remained open after midnight, parents knew what time to expect their children home, so few lingered along the way.
The influence of these informal restraints was obvious - there was no tension around as in many other port towns by the fear that there would be an onslaught of rape accompanying the influx of servicemen. The smallness of the town, and the ease with which the servicemen were able to become acquainted, and the natural inclination of Louisbourg citizens to be friendly, led generally to understanding and respect between the servicemen, outside workers and townspeople.

END NOTES

The Huntington Diaries, kept by the late M.S. Huntington, former mayor, are an invaluable source of information in the town and are the source of much of the material in this note. 1. M.S. Huntington, Diary, February 21, 1939.
2. Ibid., February 14 and 23, 1939.
3. Ibid., September 3, 1939.
4. Post-Record, Sydney, N.S., article "Louisburg Has Record of Fine Achievement in Repairs to Ships," by Laurie Kyte, undated, 1945.
5. Louisbourg Branch, Women's Institute of Nova Scotia. History of Modern Louisburg 17-58-1958. 1958. Louisbourg District Planning & Development Commission. 1988., p.50 6. THE SCOOP, a privately printed news sheet, Louisbourg, May 18, 1942.
7. Reminiscences of Mrs. Cecelia (Shaw) LeDrew, who lived on Commercial St., Louisbourg, during the war.
8. Clipping, undated (most likely from Sydney Post, Sydney N.S.)
9. Mrs. Cecelia (Shaw) LeDrew.
10. Now, apartments owned by Brian Harpell.
11. Joseph Schull, The Far Distant Ships, published by Authority of the Minister of National Defence, Ottawa, 1950, p. 72.
12. Peter Moogk., "From Fortress Louisbourg to Fortress Sydney," in K. Donovan, ed., Cape Breton at 200 (Historical Essays in Honour of the Island's Bicentennial., 1785-1985) University College of Cape Breton Press, Sydney, Nova Scotia. p. 157., Also, Huntington Diary, January 10, 1943.
13. Letters to author from Steve Burrell and Bob Parr, (1991). They served at the base during the war.
Huntington Diary, September 2, 1945 and Directorate of History, National Defence Headquarters, Ottawa.
14. Post Record, Sydney, N.S. Laurie Kyte op cit.
15. Laurie Kyte., op cit.
Many thanks for the support given by all those who helped in the preparation of the Note, including James Harte, Harvey Lewis, Mrs. Edith (MacInnis) Smith, family of the late Dr. Elinor Kyte-Senior, Louisbourg Volunteer Fire Department, Sydney and Louisburg Railway Historical Society, Mrs. James (Mary) Pope, Mrs. Cecelia (Shaw) LeDrew, Mrs. Margaret Smith, Dan Joe Thomas, Garfield Cann, Alex Johnston, W.W. Lewis Memorial Library, Branch 62 Royal Canadian Legion, Steve Burrell, and Sandy MacDonald.

Louisbourg Heritage Society, P. O. Box 336, Louisbourg, Nova Scotia, B0A 1M0, May 1995, ISSN 1183-5834, ISBN 1-896218-02-4, Editor - William A. O'Shea

10 reasons to move to Louisbourg,

2010-05-15T09:09:00.003-03:00

10 reasons to move to Louisbourg,
Wouldn't you like to live in the Friendliest and Safest place in Canada.

1: If you are lucky enough to live by the ocean you are lucky enough. The sea and the harbour is beautiful and always changing. There is always a new ship or a whale or something, plus the best-looking lighthouse. Louisbourg is the most historic harbour in Canada. Battles here settled the course of Canada and the United States.

2: Complete range of houses and properties from $10,00 to $500,000. You can find houses that are half of what they are in Ontario especially if you want to downscale. Low property taxes that can be fixed for seniors.
3: Weather. The weather in Louisbourg is consistently better then the weather in Southern Ontario. It is milder and has less snow in the winter and is cooler in summer. The weather in this part of Cape Breton is completely different than the rest of Cape Breton even different from Sydney. Louisbourg is in its own climate zone. We might have more fog (not this year)and more wind but almost all major storms and hurricanes miss us even lighting storms are rare. No tornadoes, no floods, no avalanches.

4: Fresh Clean Air all the time. Excellent fresh soft Water right from the Tap (brand new 7 million dollar water plant. Fresh seafood, Best Lobster in the world, crab halibut etc.
5: Terrific Infrastructure. Highspeed internet and cable right at the door. Garbage collection, Snow plowing roads, and sidewalks are always clean. You can walk the streets any time of year.

6: Many Organizations and Churches, Volunteer Work galore good community Services.

7: Major hospital 25 minutes away. Fast local Ambulance service (no traffic) Volunteer Fire Department. The airport is 30 minutes away. The city is 30 minutes away.

8: Playhouse all summer, Recreation: World Class golf course 1 kilometer down the road 4 major golf course within an hour away. Unlimited Hiking, Hunting, and Fishing. Swimming on clean sandy beaches. Great Hockey in Sydney

9: Great opportunities for Artists and Hobbyists. The tourist business is much underexploited

10: Friendly people, Everybody waves to everybody. Virtually zero crime rate.
Caveat:(only If you have an income)

Gary LeDrew

Clipper introduces Cape Breton to many ports of call

2010-04-19T09:57:00.002-03:00

Oliver Moore

Halifax — From Thursday's Globe and MailPublished on Wednesday, Apr. 07, 2010 8:09PM EDTLast updated on Wednesday, Apr. 07, 2010 8:30PM EDT

Two faces of Cape Breton will be on display Thursday in San Francisco, where classic “kitchen party” music and food will be used to pitch the island’s future to business leaders, academics and expatriates.

At the Golden Gate Yacht Club, noshing on traditional island food including seafood, jams and a dessert known as Cape Breton Pork Pie, guests will be entertained by Howie MacDonald and Robbie Fraser.

“We possibly might even give them a little step-dancing lesson,” Mr. MacDonald said. “Our job is to provide some Celtic music and encourage them to come to Cape Breton.”

The reception is being held in the latest port of call for the Cape Breton Clipper. Turned by taxpayer money into a floating billboard for the NovaScotia island, the 68-foot-tall ship is competing in the Clipper Round the World Yacht Race.

She is sitting in third place overall after finishing the fifth leg ahead of the pack, entering the California port flying the biggest Canadian flag sponsors could find and emblazoned with a huge eagle symbolizing the island. It was the race’s longest leg, from China to the United States.

But first crew and guests get to let their hair down at a reception that is a mix of party and business networking.

“It allows us to bring our contacts and show what Cape Breton is about,” said Cecil Smith, director of the Petroleum Applications of Wireless Systems Project at Cape Breton University. “Making contacts, talking with Stanford and Berkeley, we’re building the business side. The party really is just an attention grabber.”

The reception is part of a worldwide marketing and branding effort by Enterprise Cape Breton Corporation, which is partially funded by the Atlantic Canada Opportunities Agency.

Lauri Taylor, development officer for ECBC, a Crown corporation, said it cost $500,000 to be sole sponsor on the boat. The corporation also expects to spend the bulk of its $750,000 annual budget for tourism and trade promotion on events in the race’s various ports of call.

Ms. Taylor put the sponsorship’s exposure value at more than $2-million so far, with another two legs in the race to go.

“Cape Breton is in every port that we go into,” she said. “We’ve got a floating billboard and tremendous ambassadors with the crew. They’re all honorary Cape Bretoners.”

And along the way have been a series of receptions showing off products and businesses connected with the island.

Tonight’s gathering is expected to attract people from such heavyweights as Google and Cisco, and from Stanford University and the University of California, Berkeley. Also well represented in the crowd, nearly 200 of whom had confirmed attendance by Wednesday, is expected to be a large collection of nostalgic ex-pats.

“A Maritime-themed kitchen party was thought to resonate with those folks,” said Robert Pelley, who will be there as senior adviser for Innovacorp, a provincial business development agency. “And it helps us stand out with foreigners. It’s unique, very identifiable and still very prevalent in Cape Breton culture.”

The ship is scheduled to head for Jamaica next week. But before it does, the musicians are hoping to get a quick run around the harbour.

“We’re going to be taking a little drive in the clipper and probably playing a little fiddle on it,” Mr. MacDonald said. “But we’ll probably take two fiddles, rather than a fiddle and a piano.”

L H. CANN

2010-03-21T21:53:00.000-03:00

L H. CANN

Work Of Louisburg Marine Engineer Highly Praised

- LOUISBURG, March 6—Out of this publicity-neglected port today came a story on the feat of a small marine engineer who has won recognition through & repair job to a freighter which is believed unequalled in Canadian marine records. ,The engineer is L. H.Cann, own-of the Cann Machine Shop, located on the harbor front of this, bustling summer resort. The story begins in February, 1947, when the big 5,000-ton freighter, Random, owned by the Newfoundland Railway, cracked a blade in its wheel a short distance from this port.

DRY DOCK JOB

The crippled freighter made Louisburg Harbor and was berthed at the big Pier near Mr. Cann's machine shop. The damage was surveyed and marine officials were of the opinion that it was a job for a dry dock — but how to get the ship -_;to such facilities posed a major question, She was unable to navigate through the thick ice with the damaged wheel. 'Mr. Cann was approached to give an opinion and to the amazement of marine officials suggested that his machine shop could handle the task and repair the ship while it stood in the icy water. The officials with tongues in cheek, gave him the green light and the difficult task started.

Working under the direction of Mr. Cann, Doug Hahnon, machine shop foreman, and a group of employees, commenced to repair the blade from a raft. With a new part cast at the Sydney Steel Plant and with expert advice from George Beaton., mechanical superintendent! at the Steel Plant, the job was completed in three days.

REMARKABLE FEAT Marine inspectors,, who later examined the work in St. John and . Halifax, stated that it was a remarkable feat that such a welding job was successful when it was considered the work was done while a portion of the wheel was lodged in cold water and terrific heat was applied to the exposed part. It was also feared that a chemical action would result from the salt water and corrode the wheel. This, however, was not the case.

Yesterday the Random docked here after plying the coast for more than a year with the wheel still functioning first rate. Today, Mr. Cann, who has repairing ships for many years, at this port, proudly points with pride to the job that "couldn't be done" after whjch has tabbed by one leading engineer as a- "wonder job." In the above picture L. H. Cann, prominent Louisburg marine engineer, is shown Jointing with pride yesterday to a repair job that his firm accomplished on the wheel of the 5,000-ton Newfoundland Railway freighter Random. The work was done lasl March after marine experts said he cracked wheel could only be repaired on a dry dock. Mr. Cann thought different and tackled the job while the ship was standing in ¹ the icy water at Louisburg. Experts scoffed at the . idea of trying to weld the .wheel while one portion |vas submerged in cold water and ; terrific heat applied to the expos-

- ed part. Yesterday the Random docked at Louisburg—almost a year after the repair job—and Captain O'Keefe (smoking cigaret) said the wheel "worked like a charm.

- Captain O'Keefe stated that machine engineers who examined the 8 repair job in Halifax and St. John ."• described the work as a "wonder a job .believed unequalled in Canadian marine history.

On right is shown a closeup of the repair job. Mr.. Cann praised the, employees of his machine shop who', worked under his supervision andalso the expert advise supplied by George Beaton, mechanical superintendent of theSydey Steel Plant

Local Heroes, Daring Rescue of the 709

2010-03-11T07:21:00.000-04:00

1943 - USN submarine chaser SC 709 foundered off Louisbourg NS. Local fishermen effected a daring rescue under extremely adverse conditions. Stranded on a shoal & pounded by 12-foot seas, SC 709 quickly became weighed down by ice & began listing to starboard. Canadian naval authorities in Louisbourg judged it to be too risky to attempt a rescue. The sailors aboard SC 709 could be seen from the shore from time to time as they tried to move about on the wave-swept deck.

Mr. Yvon Chiasson, who was a crewman aboard a local fishing schooner, along with several local men, decided to try to reach them in two dories. These they had to drag across the shore ice until they reached open water. Then, they rowed into the teeth of the storm until they reached the wreck. The rescuers were able to remove eight of the sailors that were in the worst shape as the seas raged around them. Winds were blowing at 40 knots & the temperature had fallen to -20C. The American seamen were frostbitten & hypothermic by the time the rescuers reached them. "Those boys were in very poor condition, very poor indeed" Mr. Chiasson recalled. "The navy had no boat that could get close enough. When you're out there in the cold, with the water splashing all over & freezing on you, you're not going to last long." Fishing vessels, who followed Mr. Chiasson's route, saved the rest of the crew soon after. Mr. Chiasson's efforts were recognized in 2000 when he received the Silver Life-Saving Medal from the United States Navy at a ceremony held at Cleveland, Ohio. Rideau Hall has declined to honor Mr. Chiasson with the Canadian Life Saving Medal.Former Liberal cabinet minister Barney Danson, whose life is a mission dedicated to making Canada's legendary war history known to every single public school child, must be anguished. Our federal government is allowing our aging and diminishing war veterans to die off in ignonomy.

First we have federal officials refusing outright to consider an 81-year-old merchant mariner for a bravery medal. Canadian hero Yvon Chiasson, who is credited with rescuing eight American sailors off the coast of Cape Breton during the Second World War, was recognized by another country, the United States of America. The Canadian government refused on April 12, 2000 to consider the elderly Chiasson for a decoration after his son nominated him, and within just days of the United States Navy awarding him a Silver Lifesaving Medal.

Why Louisbourg matters

2010-03-08T07:46:00.006-04:00

CAPE BRETON, N.S. -For 2008, the historical focus

has been on Quebec City, marking its

400th anniversary this year. Fair enough,

as the establishment of Quebec and the subsequent

battle over it loom large in Canadian history.

But what about Louisbourg?

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CAPE BRETON, N.S. -For 2008, the historical focus has been on Quebec City, marking its 400th anniversary this year. Fair enough, as the establishment of Quebec and the subsequent battle over it loom large in Canadian history. But what about Louisbourg?

Never heard of it? I was embarrassed a few years back to discover, at the Canadian War Museum in Ottawa, that I had never heard of a major colonial centre and site of a key battle. Perhaps growing up in Calgary, our schools focused on Western Canadian history, but even then Louisbourg should not draw the blank I would reckon it does for most Canadians.

Louisbourg was here on Ile Royale, as Cape Breton Island was called when France had it in the 18th century. Established by the French south of present-day Sydney, it was not only a strategic fortification at the entrance to the Gulf of Saint Lawrence, but an important fishing and commercial town in its own right.

During the Seven Years' War (1756-1763) -- what Winston Churchill call the "first world war" as it involved all the European powers and was fought around the globe -- the English and French fought twice for Louisbourg. The French held it in 1757. The English conquered it in 1758. This year marks the 250th anniversary of that summer battle.

Without conquering Louisbourg in 1758, would the English have taken Quebec in 1759? If they hadn't taken Quebec then, Canadian and American history would have been very different.

Louisbourg was established in 1713 as a key centre for Nouvelle France, and by the 1940s it was a fully fortified town of some 4,000 inhabitants -- not huge, but not insignificant either. The historian A. J. B. Johnston reports that in its 45 years of existence, Louisbourg had some 565 marriages, 2,200 baptisms and 1,200 burials. It was a growing and vibrant centre.

The strategic importance was recognized by both the French and English, with the former defending Louisbourg with more than 8,000 troops. The English

came in 1758 with 27,000 troops, so the Battle of Louisbourg involved nearly 40,000 people, making it a major battle in the Anglo-French war for supremacy in the North American colonies.

Louisbourg 1758 was seen as key turning point. The English has tried to take Louisbourg in 1757, but failed in the face of the French navy and bad weather. In 1757, the Seven Years' War -- at least in its North-American theatre -- was not going well for the English. They had lost a series of battles, including at Oswego and Ticonderoga, and had they lost for a second time at Louisbourg it might have moved the Seven Years' War decisively in the French direction.

But the English took Louisbourg, and then took Louisbourg out. Almost all of the French inhabitants were deported quickly back to France, as many as 12,000. The English began to dismantle the fortifications almost immediately. Louisbourg effectively disappeared and became what it is today: a largely forgotten heritage site.

The success of Louisbourg emboldened the English to press on through the Gulf of St. Lawrence into the river itself, laying siege to Quebec the following year: 1759. No doubt the battle on the Plains of Abraham, with its world-changing consequences and the poetic balance of the twin deaths of Generals Wolfe and Montcalm, is a major reason that we forget Louisbourg today. Yet without Louisbourg, it would have all been different.

Historical counterfactuals can be fun to pursue. If the French had prevailed in the Seven Years' War and kept all of Nouvelle France, would history have unfolded to make Canada all French and the United States all English? Would the French communities in America have survived to be something like Quebec would become in a majority-English Canada?

A critical consequence of the English victory was that French Catholics experienced religious liberty under the English crown, making them more favourably disposed to English rule. If the French did not have that experience, would they have accepted the American revolutionaries' plea for assistance and joined in the Revolutionary War of 1776?

Such questions come to mind on Cape Breton Island -- which we all regard as a transplanted bit of the Scottish highlands, but may have become a new world version of the French provinces. Such questions are intellectual puzzles which cannot be solved, but asking them reminds us of the importance of what took place at Louisbourg. It reminds us to remember Louisbourg at all.

The French Ship

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After The British Left, the villageof Louisbourg grew with Irish and Scottish immigrants. Houses were built on the ruins and even the foundations of the of the Fortress. There is a story from the Kehoe Family that in the 1780's there was a knock on the door one day and a French naval officer entered .

He assured them that he meant no harm. " I just want to recover something that is mine" he said, and went over to the fire place and removed a stone and pulled out a metal box. thanked them and left. They went out to watch them row to a waiting ship and sail away. Allister MacDonald