Cheers to Frank for all the work he has put in to rehabilitating Greenhorns, into the *horn* and doing a country/western/italian/SBP type of theme.Menu is good, prices fair, but most of all its the hello's you get(yes Frank its Dave here)from everyone when you go in.Now I know quite a few other places are the same in the community, and I shall touch on that later, but sticking to the country and western theme, I'd like to point out a prior post, of historical significance, of a gal from our area, who became known as a notorious(yet undeserved) figure of history, that being Cattle Kate . Maybe Frank can put a picture of her up on the wall? ;)

Maybe it is just a melodramatic coincidence, or maybe Mr Bannister really isn't pleased with the re-purposing of his perpetual park to serve the medical industry? Don't know which or even if either, but it does seem oddly apropos that the wall around the frontispiece garden at the park has just sort of burst from its masonry grout and fallen scattered and broken on the ground, kind of like when cast-sculptures sprout rust-stained tears or when the Grandfather Clock suddenly stops ...

Let's blow out the birthday cake candles on Canada's 140th birthday and make a wish.

"Multiculturalism has to go. Start teaching Canadian history and everthing else new comers should know about this great country."

The Toronto Saturday Star on June 30th covered it all by asking "Who here feels Canadian?" -- I know that I do.
Long live Canada!!!!!!!!

Was there ever a working industrial port of any kind on the Sauble River? Ever since I can remember (the '60s, when I was a kid) the Sauble seems to have been mainly used for recreation: rent a boat or canoe, go fishing, that sort of thing. My dad, Jack Robertson, and his family grew up in Southampton and summered at Sauble since the '20s, and I don't remember him ever mentioning commercial or industrial use either. But I'm curious. Was there ever a significant non-recreational use of the river? A mill or factory, say? A passenger service to nearby lakeside towns? A commercial fishery? Anything like that at all?

No one would question the force on our lives that can be exerted by that simple common childhood experience of Summer Camp, but what is that experience really all about? And where did it all come from? That's the subject of a new book, A Manufactured Wilderness, from the University of Minnesota Press.

Abigail A. Van Slyck trains an informed eye on the most visible and evocative aspect of camp life: its landscape and architecture. She argues that summer camps delivered much more than a simple encounter with the natural world. Instead, she suggests, camps provided a man-made version of wilderness, shaped by middle-class anxieties about gender roles, class tensions, race relations, and modernity and its impact on the lives of children.
[ via A Manufactured Wilderness ]

Packed with period photos, promotional brochures, maps and plans, art history professor Abigail Van Slyck chronicals our changing attitudes to health, play and relationships as seen through the mirror of summer camp culture.

Tonight is the first night of the three days of Samhain, the ancient festival known even to the neolithic Ulster Cycle, the Celtic New Year coopted by Christian All Hallow's Eve and Dia De Los Mortes combined, and here in Sauble, it was the perfect night under clouds enough to make the waxing moon a little spooky to young spooks and goblins winding their way through streets of candy treats and smiles and neighbourhood hellos.

This is a night of pure magic. This is the community of young families reclaiming their birthright to the night, the night of children unafraid of the dark, our explicit acknowledgement of our frail lives through a celebration flying in the face of our mortality by portraying ourselves as the selves we are unafraid to be.

So do tell me, what is so terrible awful blasphemous evil about all of this that our School Masters should see fit to remove all references of this festival from our classrooms?

Samhain is a time when the boundaries between the world of the living and the world of the dead become thinner, at times even fading away completely, allowing spirits and other supernatural entities to pass between the worlds to socialize with humans. It is the time of the year when ancestors and other departed souls are especially honored.
[ via Samhain - Wikipedia ]

Yes indeedy, that do sound real nasty, don't it. Not nice and noble and polite and pluralistic like the religiously observed 'celebration' of swindling all their great-grandfathers whisked off to die of gangrene and mustard gas in a merchant war.

Yes, this holiday has a name, and no, this is not the holiday celebrating the innovative sub-compact import sedan, indeed far from it, this Monday coming is the day we are all to remember famous backpacker John Graves Simcoe by doing the obvious thing:

Many Ontarians will celebrate Simcoe Day by heading up to the cottage
[ via Wikipedia ]

And true, there should be a holiday to commemorate the lt-colonel JG even if only because he was the first legislator in the modern world with the political guts to outlaw slavery but all that considered, if you ask me, we should take a grassroots initiative here to rebrand Simcoe Day to honour spunky master-camper Lady Elizabeth Simcoe, not only the first Euro-aristocrat's wife to voluntarily winter in old Fort York, but in a tent ... with her cat ... and then blog about it. Now that is real Canadian.

Cottages On Sauble River, Sauble Beach Ont.

Undated photo

There are at least two cottages on the spit. There are no dunes.

Modern View:

Dune formation looking north from a location west of the tennis court. 60,000 cubic yards of sand have appeared

Two postcard views of our beach by way of eBay, Sauble 1920 ... and circa '74?

Both photos are up on eBay now for sale, along with various other bits of beach memorabilia