The White Fence, issue #15

April 2001

Editorial

Dear friends,

At the end of this month, we will be turning over another important page of Tantramar history. Last month, members of the Ford family joined us to unveil a plaque in commemoration of the Ford block (following Phyllis Stopps exhaustive research, I hope to have a complete history of the Ford family in next fall’s first newsletter; we couldn’t swing it for this one!). And in a few weeks, April 30th, many of you will hopefully stand beside me when a presentation is made at the Upper Sackville Baptist Church and a plaque unveiled at the Campbell Carriage Factory to officially recognize its important place in this region’s history. See more details of this celebration in “announcements” section the end of this newsletter.

You will note below that I have to correct a few errors made the last time I spoke to you at the white fence about the late Bill Johnstone’s historical home. I always appreciate all of you who contact me to correct errors because unless you do, these errors remain and get passed on! Thank you Deanna and Pauline.

But I am also excited about some of the letters I’ve received from you. I was especially pleased to hear from Sylvia Yeomen who wrote to me about the Keillors (Keillor House, Dorchester). Sylvia mentions that this letter was really intended to be sent last year during the Yorkshire celebrations but Sylvia, it’s great to hear from you and you can stop by the white fence anytime you wish! It’s never too late!!

For those of you who may be unfamiliar with Sylvia, she and her late husband Mark once owned the Chandler House (Rocklyn) built in 1831 by Edward Baron Chandler, 18 years after the Keillors built their beautiful home (next door) in Dorchester. Sylvia’s letter is included in full in the “letters” section below. And just before I finished the last section, my good pal and colleague Al Smith brought me a great little history of the Millpond (Silver Lake) in Middle Sackville. And I thought I had nothing to write about for this issue…

Long overdue — In May, 2000, I received a beautifully handwritten history of Port Elgin, N.B. from Mrs. Helen Walton in which she also included a lovely poem about Port Elgin which she had presented in 1985 at the anniversary celebration of the village. Because of the length of the document(and since Port Elgin is outside the Tantramar region), I have been unable to include both in any earlier issues of The White Fence. But now I can present you Mrs. Walton’s memories of Port Elgin but the poem will have to appear in the next issue. So, Mrs. Walton, my apologies for this long delay, and without further ado, your Port Elgin reminiscences are included below.

—Peter Hicklin

Memories of Port Elgin

by Helen Field Walton

How sweet the bliss
to reminisce
about the days long gone—
The simpler life
with little strife
and work from dusk to dawn.

As I recall my childhood in Port Elgin, I think of the many changes that have taken place and of the thriving industries of the town that are no more.

We always had electric lighting in our home, a house on Main Street which was built by my father about 1905, 1906. Electricity, in the earliest times, was supplied by Hayward’s Sawmill which was located on the riverbank on Station Street, just before you get to the Railroad Bridge. This service was unpredictable (to say the least!) since, occasionally, when the tide was exceptionally high, the mill premises would be flooded and the equipment shut down. Most of the wiring in the homes consisted of two wires strung across the ceiling (on the outside) and these carried sufficient energy to power the drop lights which hung from a twisted yellow cable in the center of the room. No electrical appliances then to ease the workload!

In due time, a crude oil electric plant was erected beyond the CNR station and Mr. Walter Way was the man in charge of it. However, this supplied electricity only until midnight when it was closed down and Mr. Way went home to bed with his five-cell flashlight to light the way. Later on, the town received hydro-electricity from the town of Maccan, Nova Scotia. As far back as I can remember, the town had street lights.

Now, what about industries in Port Elgin in the early part of the century? In the spring, a favorite pastime was standing on the “Iron Bridge” (now cement!) when the river, as far as one could see either way, was full of logs being floated down from the upper reaches to the sawmills owned and operated by J. & C. Hickman and Silas Hayward & Sons. On the lower side of the bridge there was a wooden platform which spanned the width of the river and beyond the platform was a log boom which ran down the center of the river. Here, the logs were tallied, generally by Hudson Campbell, who stood there while men with pike poles and peavies guided the logs to either side of the boom: those on the right going to Hickman’s Mill and the ones on the left to Hayward’s. Some of the more daring of the boys in town were often tempted to try their skill at running over the logs from one side of the river to the other, a very dangerous pastime but some of the more agile could accomplish this feat.

My stepfather, David Johnson, worked in the woods during the winter and assisted with the spring log-drive on the river and he told me that, in his younger days, there were no rubber boots, just leather. We all know what the salt water would do to the leather after repeated dunkings; so there was nothing else to do but cut slits in the boots so that he could get them on his feet after the leather had shriveled. Wet feet! And cold!

I recollect the first Copp’s Woollen Mill on the Shemogue road, between Ethel Fitzpatrick’s store and Kencil Copp’s house. They spun yarn and made blankets and wollen dress material. My mother made me a dress from that material – I was in grade 8 and it was the only dress I had that winter! This mill was destroyed sometime by fire sometime in the early twenties. Mr. F.H. Copp then set up his mill in a part of Hickman’s Grist Mill which was located on the other side of the river. In my earlier days, the Grist Mill did a thriving business making flour from the grists of wheat brought in by the farmers of the outlying districts. Still farther back in time, there was a Grist Mill in Woodside which was owned and operated by David Johnson Sr. and his wife Charlotte (Mountain). She was a big woman and my father told me she could carry a barrel of flour upstairs!

A shop that used to interest me was James Johnson’s Harness Shop which was on Shemogue Road about where the tavern is now. There was also a tannery in that vicinity and a large scale where farmers could weigh their loads of hay. Farther along that street was Grant’s Hall – the lower half having been used as a warehouse and the upper floor for dances, concerts etc. Previous to that, we had Hickman’s Hall which was the entertainment center for such shows as Chatauqua, which came to town regularly.

I can remember when the Railroad Bridge was built – the superintendent in charge, a rather grumpy Mr. Brown, lived at my mother’s boarding-house while the bridge was under construction. This was a drawbridge, the center section of which would swing around to make an opening for tall ships to enter the river. It was a big event when the bridge was opened to allow Magee’s yacht to come in to anchor. I can remember when I was about four years old being walked across the recently-completed bridge by my father. It was scary to look down between the ties and see the water!!

I recall the first airplane I ever saw. It was about 1923 and a little seaplane came in and landed on the river about 5:30pm one day. It surely was an attention-getter! My first car drive was in Frank Copp’s Studebaker. I also remember rides in my uncle Allen’s Grey Dart when he came home from Maine.

Magee’s Industries – Shook Mill and the Cannery provided employment for many people, both men and women. Mephisto Brand canned-lobster was known world-wide and beans and strawberries were also processed here. Magee’s also had smaller factories, or shops, out in the country where lobsters were canned and herring smoked. One such factory was at Cadman’s Corner, approximately where L. Pauley now has a summer cottage.

Port Elgin was well supplied with stores, some of which were Clark’s Confectionery and Ice Cream Parlor and adjoining Barber Shop (Fred and Cecil Clark), Grant’s General Store (Wm. Grant, Henry, Earl, Nellie and Beulah), C.H. Mitton’s General Store (later owned and operated by Lyman Ward), Grant’s Bookstore (Abram and Agnes Grant), Confectionery Store and Ice Cream Parlor (Maggie Atkinson, later owned by George Fizpatrick, then Charles and Ilmi Johnson, McLeod and Spence General Store (Wm. McLeod and Mennel Spence), Fred Ward’s Grocery Store, The Botsford farmers (in later years owned by Murray and John Peacock), the Port Elgin Trading Company (at one time managed by Ernest Butcher). Another little confectionery store on the corner where Irving’s Service Station is now, was operated by Laura Fitzpatrick. And who could ever forget Joe Gautreau’s Meat Market? A disastrous fire in later years destroyed Clark’s, Grant’s and Mitton’s stores.

The community had spiritual needs and, consequently, we had three churches – St. Clement’s Roman Catholic and the Methodist Church on Church Street and the Presbyterian Church on Main Street. The Methodist Church (along with Lola Reid’s house next door), was destroyed by fire on November 20, 1954. It was shortly thereafter replaced with a new structure, Trinity United Church, on the same premises. The Presbyterian Manse, later United Church Manse, on Main Street, was sold to Gary Cullen and a new Manse was erected on Moore Road.

The educational needs of the community were met by the Port Elgin Superior School which stood atop a hill next to the Presbyterian Church. Grades one to eleven were accommodated at this school which served the area well until consolidation of the school district when the Regional Memorial School was built and the “school on the hill” became an elementary school. For a few years, children of the Roman Catholic faith attended a Parochial School on Church Street. This school was later turned over to the Board of Education and served as an elementary school until the new edifice was built on Moore Road.

I might make reference here to my first year of teaching. In 1929 at the tender age of seventeen, I was hired to teach at the one-room school with 43 pupils in grades 1 to 8 at Murray Corner. I had quite a struggle and didn’t do a good job – it almost turned me off teaching! That was the year they came out with a new curriculum and all new text books which were in short supply and not available for months. There was no regular paycheque from Fredericton at that time; when I needed money, I trekked up to Mr. Mathew Murray, the secretary, and he would go out and scrounge a few dollars from the tax-payers. I thought I was extremely lucky if I got $20.00 at a time! My salary for the year was $550.00 plus $150.00 government grant. My board was $3.00 a week.. In 1954, I resumed teaching after having been out of the classroom for nineteen years, and my next seventeen years of teaching were happy and satisfying ones.

I can remember when Port Elgin got cement sidewalks, many years before the highways were paved. The old board sidewalks were interesting – I used to count the boards as I skipped along. I wonder how many pennies destined for the Sunday school collection were lost through the crack between the boards?

My father, Harry Field, had a blacksmith shop which stood where the Post Office is now, and it was always a fascinating place to me. I can see him yet – sleeves rolled up – wearing a leather apron, his tools in a wooden kit with a handle on top; and those wonderful bellows which made the coal glow red with only a few squeezes of the handles or turns on the crank. We were not often allowed to loiter there for this was the domain of men, and sometimes the language was a bit rough. A part of my father’s shop can be seen today in the back yard of my half-brother, Rod Johnson.

An important event in the life of the town was the arrival of the daily train, twice a day during the summer and once a day for the rest of the year. “Father” Albert Copp met each train to pick up passengers in his carriage, with seats on each side so the occupants faced each other. Often these were “drummers”, or commercial travellers, who would stay at the Strathcona Hotel and display their wares to prospective customers at the “Sample Rooms” behind the hotel. Most of the trains were also met by Joe Harper who picked up express and freight for delivery up town.

After the deterioration of the Band Stand, the hotel verandah served this purpose and many a delightful summer evening band concert echoed through the town. I remember too when Will Legere (Edgar’s father) used to sit on the doorstep of his home at the corner of Main Street and Shemogue Road and play his accordion. Delightful!!

Our local druggist was P.S. Enman with quarters in the Hickman Block, And also in this building you could find Hickman’s Store and the Telephone Office where the “Hello” girls kept tabs on the activities of the area and probably, on occasion, listened in on the party line… These were the days of the wall phone with a crank one side and the receiver on the other and the mouth piece protruding from the front on which many a three- or four-way conversation was enjoyed. The switchboard was tended day and night and was (to me) a fascinating mechanism.

A branch of the Bank of Nova Scotia looked after the finances of the town; bank managers came and went, bringing an influx of new ideas and customs with them as they raised their families in our midst.

I wonder how many people today remember Pat Reilly? Pat was an itinerand who roamed from place to place, stopping for bed and a meal wherever he was welcome and a few people turned him away hungry. I don’t know where he got the wherewithal to clothe himself but I remember one time when he arrived at Fred Field’s in Murray Corner, and was in dire need of new clothing. So Fred’s mother, Effie, an expert seamstress, decided to make him a summer suit. Now in those days, one didn’t go out at the drop of a hat and buy a web of material. So Effie used what she had — bleached flour bags. Soon Pat was decked out in a new outfit — shirt, pants and cap — and went on his way as happy as a king!

In Port Elgin today we have the Magee Complex Senior Citizen’s Housing. The central part of this complex was once the home of Hon. Fred and Mrs. Myrtle (McLeod) Magee. At one time, there was a fairly large glass conservatory (or greenhouse) attached to the rear of the house which set this property apart and made it different from others in the town. The gardener who tended lawn and the plants in the greenhouse was Little Joe, the Italian — I wouldn’t attempt to spell his last name!

Another industry of times past was Rayworth Woodworking which was on the east side of the river and was owned and operated by Courtney Rayworth & Sons. Also in that area was the covered rink which was a beehive of activity whenever the weather was cold enough to make ice; we were dismissed one-half hour early from school on Friday afternoons whenever ice was available for us to skate on. It was sheer bliss for me on the few rare occasions when I could go to the rink for an evening of skating to the music of the local band! I also recollect with pleasure the many, many hours of skating on the Gaspereau River. We always had an evening of skating around the bonfire fueled by the discarded Christmas trees. Exhilarating!! If you’ve never enjoyed outdoor skating, you don’t know what you’ve missed. Port Elgin could also boast of both Men’s and Ladies’ Hockey Teams which were strong contenders in this area and also against teams from P.E.I.

A special event in the town each year was the Fall Exhibition at which we enjoyed a very good show of horse racing, prize animals, cooking, pickles and preserves, needlework, quilts, mats etc. It was only a one-day affair but Exhibition Day was really a highlight of our year – we were even given a half-day holiday from school! It was a big effort especially when you recall that most of the goods displayed had to be conveyed by horse and buggy.

Port Elgin at one time could boast of two Taylor Shops, one operated by Colin Matheson and the other by Arthur Wallace; they could turn out suits which compared very favorably with the best to be obtained today. To supply the ladies with their gorgeous hats (at that time a very necessary part of the garb of the well-dressed woman), there were milliners in the town- Miss Mamie Taylor and (I think) Mrs. Wm (Maria) Anderson also plied their trade.

Just a final note — my mother told me that, when she was a child growing up in Cape Spear : When they wanted lobsters, they could go to the shore, at low tide, and pick up all they wanted around and under the rocks. There was no commercial fishery at that time and lobsters were considered the poor man’s food! Hard to believe!

Written in 1995

Correction

In my last newsletter to you (No. 14), I had written a tribute to the late Bill Johnstone in which I wrote: “Bill recognized the value of heritage homes; his home in Upper Sackville (the late Calvin Hick’s great-grandfather Alvin’s Hicks’ turn-of-the-century house) is a beautiful example of fine architecture from Sackville’s past”. Soon after this newsletter was mailed, I received a telephone call from Deanna Berry who indicated that my information about the house was incorrect. Deanna kindly gave me Mrs. Calvin (Francis) Hicks’ phone number and Mrs. Hicks provided me with the correct information. And so dear friends, the correct information about the late Bill Johnstone’s house is as follows:

The house was originally a Fawcett house; Mrs. Hicks believes that it was owned by Mr. Vaughn Fawcett (and probably built by his father Albert… but not sure). In 1943, Mr. Arden Hicks (Calvin Hicks’ father… not Alvin and not great-grandfather as I had incorrectly written) bought the house and Calvin moved in; Calvin married Francis in 1945 and they lived in the house until 1969 and sold it that year soon after Arden passed away. After Calvin and Francis moved out, it went through a few more owners before it was purchased by Bill. And so, the correction is now made; thank you Deanna and Francis for your help!

A letter from Sylvia Yeoman

Greetings,

When Mark and I were in England in 1973, we went to the village in Yorkshire where the Keillors came from: Skelton-in-Cleveland. I had always wondered how they found the climate and the eternal wind around the end of the Bay of Fundy — however, we very soon discovered that Skelton-in-Cleveland was a very short distance from the North Sea, high up on a hill, and there was a WIND there! Howling around the old church through the yew and cedar trees, and elms with rooks wheeling and cawing through them.

We went to the rectory of the Anglican Church and the rector had looked up the dates of the wedding of the Keillors who came to Canada in 1774. Thomas Keillor and Anne Thompson were married on 22 December, 1757.

Then we went to look at the Old Church. Well, it looked as though there had been a black mass in there as the windows all had dead herbage and guttered out candle-ends in there. And there were two stone coffins with the stove lids half off! When we checked with the Rector later, it transpired that there was no electricity in the church which hadn’t been in use for over 100 years. And every Christmas, there was a service and the church was decorated with greenery and lots of candles! — and the coffins were Saxon ones, on display — and the services were now held in the New Church built in 1835. The Old Church was founded in 1327.

At this point, we went and had lunch in the nice local pub and it turned out that the handler had been in the RAF during the war and was stationed in Moncton for a time! Small world – yet nobody seemed to have any recollection or ancestral memory of an exodus in the 1770s to the New World. Amazing, as one would have thought that the number of people that came to Canada would have left some sort of gap in the village life.

After lunch, we went back to the Old Church and then on to the new one, and checked the names in the cemeteries – and when you look at the attached list and check these against the Sackville telephone directory you might think someone would remember having heard a story of departures.

Anyway, I thought that you might find this useful; sorry, I didn’t find my notes last year — however, better late than never — best wishes to all,

—Sylvia Yeoman, Granville Ferry, N.S.

Names in Cemeteries — Skelton-in-Cleveland, Yorkshire

Old Church

• Wood
• Thompson
• Sharpe
• Cook
• Robinson
• Wilkinson
• Discon
• Storrey
• Atkinson
• Oulton
• Wilson
• Cole
• Coates
• Bulmer

New Church

• Bannister
• Spence
• Rowe
• Bennett
• Carter
• Ford
• Troop
• Cole

The Mills and Millpond in Middle Sackville

by R. Ernest Estabrooks (with editing and notes by Al Smith)

Editor’s note: Robert Ernest Estabrooks passed away on Feb. 22, 1972 in the 99th year of his life. He grew up in Middle Sackville and had a life-long interest in history. Fortunately, during the 50s and 60s he wrote down some of his recollections of the area and those documents are now in the possession of his grandson Bob Estabrooks of Amherst. Bob has kindly given the Trust permission to print these articles so “The Mills and Millpond in Middle Sackville” is the latest from the files of Ern Estabrooks. Please note: the editor’s notes, additions and comments are in brackets.

Morice’s Mills, Middle Sackville, N.B., circa 1900, (looking NW from the NB-PEI Railway line towards the Mills, with Morice’s Mill Pond in the centre background over the dam and roadway). Sawmill on the right, Grist Mill and Carding Mill on the left, and the Woodworking Shop in the background. Photo, provided by Tim Morice, is from the Keilor House collection.

At the second meeting of the Town(ship) of Sackville held 31st August 1772, the Mill Dam in Middle Sackville was referred to as the Upper Mill Dam (the Lower or “Old Mill Dam” was in Westcock at the site of the aboiteau on Mill Creek – now Carter’s Brook- Milner, 1934). The Dam(s) must have been originally built by the Acadians and must have been destroyed during the expulsion of 1775.

The (Township) Committee in charge of the allotment of lands when the first English settlers arrived (from New England) about 1762, reserved Lot 56 in Letter B division (Letter B division ran from the present Mount View Road west to Mill Creek – now Carter’s Brook) with a large tract of low, flat or marshy land lying contiguous thereto, as a public privilege for mills and other water works (lot # 56 in Letter B was, at least partially, the land currently within Lilas Fawcett Park and the Morice Drive subdivision – the lands contiguous to that parcel is the area currently covered by Silver Lake). The reservation of this lot was done with the consent of the settlers and was not Crown-granted at the time.

About the year 1764, eight of the inhabitants, with the leave and consent of the other settlers, built a Grist Mill and a Sawmill on this reserved lot. William Baker was evidently the moving spirit in this undertaking and afterwards bought out (at least some of) the others and later sold it (his interests) to Nathaniel Mason. I believe that Mark Patton was one of baker’s early associates as he lived on what was locally-known as the “Picnic Grounds” (part of lot no. 56?) and this Point was always referred to by the old people as “Patton’s Point”.

On February 15, 1771, Nathaniel Mason sold his dwelling house and gristmill and one quarter of the sawmill to Elija Ayer in consideration for the sum of 125 pounds (Nathaniel Johnson was probably Nathan Mason who arrived in 1763 from Swansea, Massachussetts, with the group of 13 Baptists and remained here only 8 years).

When the American Revolution broke out (1776), Elija Ayer and some other former New Englanders in the area, became involved (with Col. Eddy and the “Eddy Rebellion” and numerous buildings were burned by the rebels in November 1776 in the area around Fort Cumberland including the home of Yorkshireman Christopher Harper). This led to a lawsuit (in 1780) between Elija Ayer and Christopher Harper. Ayer lost his case and Mr. Harper was awarded judgement (585 pounds to satisfy the judgement) and in 1786, Christopher Harper took possession (of Mr. Ayer’s interests in the Mills).

Christopher Harper petitioned the government on May 1807 (in order to obtain title to the Mill Pond property since it had never been granted (?)) claiming that he had erected 2 new mills, 2 new houses and 3 new barns (on the property) at a cost of upward of 1000 pounds (in 1809, Harper obtained a grant from the government of the Mill Pond (or portion thereof), and a considerable area of wilderness and marsh – Milner, 1934, History of Sackville – page 157).

Later (5 May, 1821), Mr. Harper (John Harper – son of Christopher) sold this property (which was the norhteasterly half of the Mill Pond including Grist Mill and Saw Mill for the sum of 1160 pounds) to John Morice (and Morice’s brother-in-law John Humphreys; John Morice arrived in Sackville in 1811 from Aberdeen, Scotland. It is believed that John Morice purchased an interest in the Mills prior to the major purchase from John Harper in 1821. The Morice family later obtained full title to the property buying out the interests of Thomas Ayer on 9 August 1821 for 320 pounds and from Obediah Ayer on 3 November 1824, also for 320 pounds. The Morice family operated the Mills for over 100 years – the Millpond becoming known as Morices Mill Pond and now popularly known as Silver Lake. Title transferred from the Morice family to Herb Wood on 15 December, 1939, as the Wood family had long held a mortgage on the property. Herb Wood’s daughter Margaret “Bunny” Black inherited the property in 1966 and sold it to developer Bert Reid in the early 1970s).

My earliest recollection of this property goes back about 80 years (circa 1885). At that time there were three mills on the dam. A tall gristmill, I think 3-story high, sat at the eastern end, a Carding Mill at the western end and a sawmill in the middle. The Gristmill burned down on a Sunday about 75 years ago (circa 1890). Some of the machinery for grinding was then installed in one end of the Carding Mill. The Sawmill went down about the beginning of the century (circa 1900), and the Carding Mill some years later. The (original) sawmill was the old up-and-down gang style (Marcie Fullerton recalls that a sawmill was still operating at the outbreak of the war in 1939).

The Morices got their first Carding machine from a mill that used to sit at Bulmer’s Point in Frosty Hollow. They had a large woodworking factory on the opposite side of the road (from the Carding Mill?) where they made carding machines, threshing machines, carts and some furniture. Many of the old “spool beds” that used to be common in this vicinity were made there.

The general introduction of steam (power), and later electric power, eventually put the water power mills out of commission. The old mill dam finally gave way (1942) and a 2nd new dam, not exactly in the same place, was put in a few years ago (the new dam, a concrete one, was built by the Sackville Fish & Game Association in 1952).

—R. Ernest Estabrooks

Please note: Thanks to Phyllis Stopps for copies of the 1821 and 1824 deeds and Bob Estabrooks for permission to use his grandfather’s notes. Thanks also to Tim Morice for his research on the site and for the use of one of his photos. Milner’s History of Sackville was used extensively in researching this article.

Later this summer, the Historic Sites and Monuments Committee and the Town of Sackville Parks and Recreation Department will unveil an historiic marker at Lilas Fawcett Park that will depict the history of the Mills. Also, Tim Morice has been researching Morice’s Mills for many years and will be compiling a formal history on the Mills and their operation. Anyone having information on the Mills at Morice’s Mill Pond please contact Tim at 536-2207. Thanks. Al Smith, 5 April, 2001

And please note — In issues No. 13 and 14 of The White Fence, I told you about a “mystery poster” which had been brought to my attention by Mr. Vince Reinsborough and which announced “The Great Catholic Picnic Along the Shores of Maurice Lake, etc” and which was announced for Monday, 5 September, but no date was given. And Bob Sealy kindly went through all the possibilities when 5 September would have been a Monday. And there were many years to choose from over the 19th and 20th centuries (28 possible years to be exact!).

Again, in response to this mystery, Colin MacKinnon sent me the following note on 15 February past. He wrote: The picknic grounds were once part of Mark Patton Jr’s land grant (lot 33 I believe). It is believed that the cleared field of the picnic area was probably the location of his farm where he lived around 1770–1780. Some people may recall that it was Mark Patton’s sister who married Sherrif John Allan of Inverma Farm of Eddy Rebellion fame. My ancestor, Peter Campbell, married another sister to Mark Jr. Also, Patton Lake on the Missaguash Marsh is named after Mark Patton Sr. as this was part of the original land grant.

My mother was talking to Phyllis (Legere) McFee (age 80) who remembers her mother cooking for the “picnic” in the poster (she was 11 at the time). And she believes that date was 1932!

Thank you, Phyllis: mystery solved!!

Announcement

Campbell Carriage Factory Celebration — Middle Sackville Baptist Church and Campbell Carriage Factory: April 30, 2001

Agenda

• 7:00 pm — Campbell Carriage Factory: unveiling of provincial historic plaque and open house for visitors. The Campbell Carriage Factory is one of only two properties in Sackville to have been designated as a Provincial Heritage Site so come join our MLA Peter Mesheau, folks from the Heritage Branch in Fredericton, and other dignitaries for this special occasion.
• 8:00 pm — Middle Sackville Baptist Church Hall: Presentation by Cardinal Communications on the exhibit designs for the Campbell Carriage Factory Museum. Cardinal has been working with the Trust on potential exhibit designs over this past winter and the presentation will feature a number of graphics that will illustrate the interpretative concepts and rich storyline which, when in place hopefully later next year, will bring the Museum to life and a focal point for heritage tourism in our community.
• Reception in the Church Hall following Cardinal’s presentation.