Conditions have not changed a great deal for our website in the last 11 years. Here is the editorial from November 2007
As we enter into November, we are reminded - as we are every year - that the world is a place of constant change. No matter whether you live in a place where the leaves change and the flurries begin to fall, or the cacti flourish in the year round heat, this time of year brings a definite feeling of change, reflecting nature's cycles of life. Change is also a regular part of our lives; it should not be feared or dreaded, but welcomed. With the right attitude, you can always greet change in the most positive way and make sure that you can draw from it it's greatest potential.
Very soon we are all going to have to get busy and see what we can do individually, and as a group, to find MISSING alumni and inform them about the next Reunion. Considering that prior to Reunion 2005 we spent 18 months collecting names, addresses, and email information, and still had many people who were not found. Since then we have found many more but some of our classmates have moved or changed their email address without notifying us. This means verifying the information in our database. If every member checked the missing list for friends and relatives, and also verified the email addresses on their class lists, and told someone about any errors, the job would be much easier.Angus Cross
In order to assist members with logging in to protected areas of our site I've left the current login where it is for people who are used to using it there, but have added it as well to the right side of the top menu. I've also removed the search from the top menu and placed it at the bottom of the home page under What You Will Find on this Site.John Charlton
Welcome New Alumni Association Members, renewed Members, and Donations
New Life Member
Beverley Allen (Collins) C'53
from Ottawa, ON
Class of 1970
from Rochester, Mich., USA
Memberships expiring in November
Gribben (Brown) Carol 1953
Anderson Watson 1967
Stewart Peter 1971
New Life Member
Class of 1963
from Mississauga, ON
Class of 1974
from Fredericton, NB
We have lost contact with these members. If you have an updated email address for any please contact us:
Byczak Michael Anthony 1966
Wright John 1960
Phillips Kathryne 1963
McLean William J. 1960
McLean James 1958
New Life Member
Janet Brown (Frzzel)
Class of 1955
from Mississauga, ON
New Reg. Member
Denise Laperle (Pelletier)
Class of 1956
from So. Yarmouth, MA, USA
Many thanks for your October Newsletter. It was a thrill to scroll through to the 1954 section and view photos of my former friends of fond memories. Dave Smith, Viesturs Kalnins, Marge Inniss, Carole Wilcox, Janet Carpenter, Virginia Carter, among others.
I am now 81 years old, but my St. Lambert days are forever etched in my memories. I won the Debating finals with Marge Inniss, was active in Junior YMCA, and a Manager in the production of the School Newspaper, Whisper. I also attended the Reunion in 2005.
Back in Barbados, I was the first local employee when the Bank of Nova Scotia opened here, leaving to study Accountancy and eventually opened my Audit Company in 1978, retiring in 1997.
My Parents lived in Mississauga, my brother in Atlanta and my sister in Kelowna, so I have traveled often. I am also a Freemason and have been throughout the Caribbean and in London,England on business.
Two incidences of interest. I was seated next to a Masonic brother in 2005 and inquired about his vacation plans. He asked about mine and I said I was attending the Chambly County Reunion that year. To my surprise he informed me that he had taught at CCHS in the late '50 and early ;'60s and lived a stone's throw from my Parents in St,. Lambert,. His name is Hallam King and he is a retired headmaster of a reputable local school.
On another occasion I interviewed a young lady and discovered that she worked in David Smith's Office at McGill University. Small World!
Know that your work on the Newsletter is very appreciated.
How many of you have CCHS mugs that can match this for longevity. Still going strong 31 years later and still in daily use.
The photo was sent to me by Dr. Kenneth Morehouse and was sent to him by his sister Kathryn Morehouse, Class of - look at the mug!Harvey Carter
I ENJOY THE MONTHLY NEWSLETTER EVEN THOUGH IT HAS BEEN 66 YEARS SINCE I WAS A STUDENT.
A couple of my memories from the early 1950's
1. I recall that Tom's Restaurant, across Green from CCHS was the gathering spot for all the Jocks and Jills of the school, and it was always a desire to be included. Well one day I made it having joined my pal Dick and went over after school (I had not yet dared join in at recess as the regulars did!) and I thought that I had finally made it. Well that feeling was short lived as I had set my books down in what I thought was a safe place and ordered up a shake (I think). Suddenly all hell broke loose as I saw Mrs.Tom pick up my books and quickly throw them all out the front door. I, not knowingly, had placed the books on top of the Ice Cream freezer, which I quickly learned that was a no no in Tom"s. .
Funny how 60 year plus memories remain with you. Those were good times for sure.
2. Recalling dedicated teachers I do remember Mr.Todd (Chemistry and Physics). He was coach of our Hockey Team and a very good teacher. I must admit, however, that Mr.Todd did receive his share of student tricks.
I remember that he drove a Volkswagon Bug/Beetle and that car ended up one day on the very top of a high pile of snow in the CCHS school yard - I believe that the gang from Tom's had been at work and had joined forces to carry his car to this site!! While not impressed, I do think that Mr.Todd would have later (Much Later probably?) seen the humour of their efforts.
I also recall that the Chemistry/Physics Room, located in the basement, had two doors. I think that you know what's coming - that's right, as we all filed into class one of the students (unnamed) locked one door from the inside and then, once the final student had entered, locked the second door as well. Yes, you guessed it - Mr. Todd was still out in the hall. Another bit of good school fun!!Cliff Board
Thank you for the newsletter. However I will not be renewing a subscription. I have reached the stage and age when there are fewer and fewer graduates of the old St Lambert High. Believe it or not I even had two aunts who attended that school!
Lorna and Hazel Duke lived in Longueuil. They must have been there in the twenties and actually remembered the gym teacher Phyllis Powell who continued for so long that she was still teaching long after I graduated! Good luck.
I am no longer a member but another CCHS alumni Tom Randall who I had coffee with this morning advises me that your publication has some doubt about the status of my cousin John Arthur Bloxham of Mortllake Av. St. Lambert.
I can confirm having attended his funeral, that John died last January of an infection stemming from heart surgery in Edmonton, sadly missed by all his family.
St. Lambert Schools
By Lilian Puust (Soomet)
C’57 Life Member
From Toronto, ON
Note: When I went to school in St. Lambert there were neighborhood schools, like Victoria Park for children near Third (now Queen) and Union Blvd, The Annex for those near Green and Mercille streets (both kindergarten to Grade 4), and Merton Street school (kindergarten to Grade 6.) Later, everyone continued at the main St. Lambert school at 81 Green (Grades 5 to 11). In 1954, a new high school was built at 675 Green (Grades 8 to 11.)
Every year, I have been the new girl, starting in a different school, in a different town, with a new group of children I have never met. I find that hard.
Grade 1 was in Stockholm, Sweden, Grade 2 in Montreal, Grade 3 at Victoria Park school, and Grade 4 at The Annex. I am going to be the new girl again, but maybe this time it won’t count, since I am only going to a different school across the street. There will be several grade fives at the big St. Lambert school for all the children coming from farther neighborhoods.
On the first day, for the first time, I discover that I already know some classmates. There are the smart boys, Robert McLaren and Michael Flavell who used to be in Grade 3 with me at Victoria Park. They always know the answers to the teacher’s questions. There is Clifford McCormick, one the two Cliffords who walked with me to the train station and even biked to where I used to live on the farm. It is so strange, because now we don’t know what to say to each other, as if we had never met. Has too much time has gone by? Boys are not the same anymore. They are like a mystery. It is easier to just look at them from afar.
I wonder if Grade 5 is going to be as confusing as Grade 4. I always missed the first part of the morning since I lived on the farm and the train arrived after classes had begun. I always heard just the last part of Alice in Wonderland and the parts just did not fit together. How could I answer questions about what happened with the Red Queen or Tweedledee and Tweedledum? And, why did the rabbit go down the rabbit hole? My seat was in the very back of the classroom closest to the door, so that I would not bother others when I arrived. The blackboard was so far away. The writing on it was like birds had walked over the blackboard. I could barely understand any of it. Miss Sarrasin talked at the front of the room, but it was like she was two miles away. I must have learned something though, since now I am in Grade 5.
I am so relieved; I am sitting in the front row. My new teacher is Miss MacIntyre. I like this. I can see the board and Miss MacIntyre stands or strolls quite near to me. I have no choice but to listen to everything she says. I can tell that she wants us to understand everything. She smiles a lot. I can imagine how Jacques Cartier and Champlain come to explore the new land, and how the coureurs des bois canoe along the rivers. I want to join them paddling on the rivers but wish they didn’t battle with the Indians. It is like in storybooks, but it really happened. I could listen to Scripture bible stories for hours, and this year the books we have for English are fun to read. When I get my report card it looks different from Grade 4. It is full of marks over 90. My father says that he will give me $1 for each mark over 90. It is like double enjoyment. I like Geography and Science and even Math is okay.
Robert McLaren and Michael Flavell each want to be the top student in the class. It is always very close but after report cards come, we always hear which one it is.
“Hey, you need glasses,” says a friend when I squint to see if the bus is coming. I tell my parents. My father always says the right thing, but I think he made a mistake. He says, “Can’t you manage without glasses? If you get them, you will look like an owl!” I am now worried about looking like an owl with glasses and also about seeing if the bus is coming. I do without.
In Grade 6, Miss Chapman is like a continuation of Miss MacIntyre. She is also young and pretty. She says that she may never get married and may have to wait for some of us to grow up. That was the only thing she said which does not make sense to me. In Grade 7 Miss Smith is like a continuation of Miss Chapman. She is also full of energy and enthusiasm. I like history even more now. She gives us projects to do. Someone builds a very good fort out of blocks and sticks with little plasticine people around it. I draw a Viking ship. I also like earning more $1 bills for marks in the 90s.
In each grade we draw a picture based on the story we read. Drawing is one of my favourite pastimes. Often some of mine are chosen to be put up on the wall. I like to glance up at them.
I cannot understand Mr. Mueller. He is a new teacher at the school. He has come from New York to teach us geography. He has a German accent and wears a big brown coat, which makes him look like a burly bear. He does not use our Grade 7 textbook. Instead, he tells us about Germany and the Bundestag and cominform and comecon. He draws maps and charts and diagrams on the board which we copy into our notebooks. I cannot keep it all straight.
“Who would like to see the Leonardo da Vinci exhibition downtown after school? If you want to come, have a parent sign one of these permission slips.”
My mother is enthused and signs the slip. Mr. Mueller takes a group to see the exhibit. It is one of the most wonderful things I have ever seen. How can one man be an artist, and a scientist, engineer, architect, inventor, and more at the same time? He understood every subject in the world in the 1400s.
The drawings are beautiful. I want one of his flying machines, so that I can fly wherever I want. I like the bicycle. How can one man be so brilliant? I want to be a Renaissance person like him and learn about many subjects, even though I don’t have his talents.
Another day, Mr. Mueller takes us to see Château Ramezay, one of the oldest houses in Montreal. It has a tour through time from prehistory to the early 1900s. It is easier to imagine what it was like then. I like to see things with my own eyes, instead of in a book.
One morning before Christmas Mr. Mueller is absent.
“He has gone back to New York,” the teacher says.
“Why did he leave?” When is he coming back?” several ask several times.
Each time, the teachers look down, embarrassed as they say “He is never coming back. It is a private matter.”
“You poor children,” says another teacher, “you are so behind. You have a lot of work to do to. Mr. Mueller did not cover any of the course material in world geography.”
But whispers start. He offered extra help after school, at his home, I think. I started to get the idea that he had done something which had bothered one of my classmates, a girl.” No one says exactly what it was. They turn away and immediately change the conversation.
I am now confused about more than the Bundestag. I have always believed that teachers know everything and that they know how everyone should behave and that we can believe what they say. How can a teacher like Mr. Mueller do something wrong, so that they would make him leave?
It bothers me. I so enjoyed the outings he organized. Some parents did not let their kids go. I could not understand why not. I never heard or saw anything bad happen during the outings. He only talked about da Vinci or history or something interesting for us to learn.
I am happy not to be learning about cominform and to be going back to world geography, but I wish that other teachers would expand our minds and take us to see something so different and exhilarating like da Vinci. But I now I am not sure if I should always believe what teachers tell us. Do they know everything and are they always perfect? What will be it like in high school?
Next Month: High school and St. Lambert.
My Best and Only job was with the Sun Life of Canada where I worked for almost 40 years. I started on October 17, 1960 and retired at 59 1/2 with a full pension in August 2000.
I worked in the Policy Issue Department at first then moved to the Administration Dept. Since I corresponded with the English branch offices across Canada, I got to know their staff and over the years, when we travelled to their areas on vacation, I gave them a seminar about what I did in my job. By learning the backgrounders of my position, it gave them a better understanding and answers for their clients. I was often at work by 6 am so often they had their requested answers when they arrived in their offices later the same day.
1982 Cruise on the Bluenose II
My father was very active in both the Federal & Provincial Conservative Parties all of his life, more so after his retirement in 1968 from the Bank of Montreal. His brother, William G Ernst who by the way was a Rhodes Scholar was an extremely smart lawyer practicing in Bridgewater until his death in 1939. He was the Federal Minister of Fisheries and at his death there was an article in the New York Times stating that had he lived he would have been the next Prime Minister of Canada. The Chester to Tancook Island Ferry bears his name: William G Ernst and was launched in 1982; my sister Carolyn (graduated from CCHS in 1951) christened the vessel as William's two daughters; Tish & Nan were unable to attend the ceremony as they were in Ontario.
My father's neighbor in Mahone Bay; Bruce Cochrane asked my father to be his campaign manager; he was running for the Tories under the Honorable John Buchanan. After winning the 2nd time Bruce was named the Minister of Tourism for Nova Scotia. He gave my father a pass for a cruise on the Bluenose which was sailing from Halifax to Lunenburg to open the 1982 Nova Scotia Fisheries Exhibition; my dad gave the pass to me and drove me up to the dock in Halifax to board the boat. The crew used the motor most of the time as there didn't seem to be sufficient wind to sail; we took 8 hours to go from Halifax to Lunenburg as we went out in the open ocean looking for wind. We had full run of the ship except the crew's quarters. We could make our own breakfast; lunch was prepared for us and there was no booze served at all that day; a dry Tory cruise.
There were about 15 to 20 people on board, all Tory stalwarts as far as was known at the time.. Lloyd Crouse; the Tory member for South Shore (now Lunenburg Queens) started to talk poltics as apparently he always did where there was a group to listen. Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau was in at the time and Lloyd wasted no time in criticizing the PM's policies, etc. No one else said a word, they were all hoping that he would eventually get off of politics so that they could enjoy their outing. I agreed with some things he said but when he said things which I knew were incorrect I interrupted him; he kept coming up with other things; most of which I disputed. He suddenly decided to keep quiet; he was not used to people disagreeing with him. Afterwards a number of people clapped me on the back and thanked me for shutting up Lloyd Crouse. Then someone asked me how I got on the boat and I told them who my father was; this really perplexed them as they knew that my father was a staunch Tory; yet his son, me was talking like a Liberal (which I am by the way). They were very happy with me though because they were all tired of Lloyd Crouse's constant political rhetoric and people tended to avoid him as much as possible.
I am sure that these gentlemen all told their grandchildren about the day a Liberal silenced Lloyd Crouse on a Tory cruise.
If you notice an obituary of a classmate in your local paper
please forward details to Angus Cross at email@example.com.
July 21, 1950 - October 01, 2018
It is with great sadness that the family of Peggy Wilson, age 68, announce her death on October 1, 2018. Peggy died in the arms of her beloved daughters, Gretchen and Mieke, after a short courageous battle with cancer.
Peggy was born on July 21, 1950, in Montreal, grew up in Saint Lambert, and graduated from Chambly County High School in 1967.
Peggy is survived by her daughters, Gretchen Van Winkle Curtis (Kevin), and Mieke Van Winkle Lozano (Walter), grandsons Grady Curtis (19) and Liam Curtis (17) and granddaughter Annika Lozano (3). She is also survived by her brother Mark and sister Pat. Peggy is predeceased by her mother Margaret Guest Wilson and father Ronald Wilson. She leaves behind an extraordinarily rich community of loyal friends.
Joyce Barraclough (Golbourn)
It is with great sadness that we announce the passing of Joyce Barraclough (Nee Golbourn), daughter of the late Bernard Golbourn and the late Margaret Jardine, on September 26, 2018 at the age of 72. Beloved wife of Peter Barraclough, cherished mother of John Basaraba (Maria), Sheryl Basaraba (Richard), Debbye Basaraba (Craig), devoted grandmother of Alissa, Jared, Caden, Sadie, Mila and Zoe. She will be deeply missed by her brother Bill Golbourn (Winnie) and nieces Cathy and Sandra as well as other relatives and friends.
Joyce was a CCHS grad of 1963 and a Life member of CCHS & CA Alumni Association.
Mackenzie, David Alan of Brockville, Ontario peacefully left us on Thursday, October 4, 2018 (aged 81), with his family by his side at the Brockville General Hospital. David was born May 31, 1937 in Montreal, the eldest child of Alan Lehigh Mackenzie and Dorothy Freda Winch. Beloved husband of Marilyn (Turriff), to whom he was married for 59 happy years. Loving father of Laurel, Janet (Tom), Kenneth (Nathalie) and Karen (Craig). Cherished grandfather of James, Samuel, Katherine, Marie-Christine (François), Andrew, Alicia-Jade; and great grandfather of Ève. David is survived by his brother Warren (Pat), and will be much missed by his many nieces, nephews, step grandchildren and step great-grandchildren.
David was a grad of the CCHS Class of 1954
Obituary for Brian Hayman C'56
Passed away peacefully on Wednesday October 10, 2018 in hospital in Oakville, Ontario.
Brian was born in Montreal on April 29, 1939 to Bill and Olive (Street) Hayman. He was married to his high school sweetheart Sue (Sheppard) Hayman until her death in 1982. He had a loving relationship with his children Brent (d. 2012), Debbie, and Scott, and their spouses Cori, Ted, and Brenda. Brian was always so proud of his grandchildren Luke, Andrea, David, Jackson, and Jenna. Brian will also be missed by sister-in-law and brother-in-law Angela (Roo) and Dave Schaffelburg.
Brian lived a full life and was passionate about family vacations in Popham Beach, having great discussions with friends, and his lifelong love of jazz music. In particular, Brian enjoyed the community created by Jazz Vespers at St. Jude’s over the past 10 years.
STIGLICK (Bonnell), Susan Elizabeth C'69
Married to David Benjamin Stiglick (surviving). Susan was born in St. Lambert, Suburb of Montreal, May 22, 1951. Predeceased by mother Ruby Ellen Bonnell. Father Paul Robert Bonnell (surviving) from Montreal. Predeceased by son Matthew Valdmanis. Living children Heidi Valdmanis and Michael Valdmanis. Susan was married to Alex Stiglick (deceased) and then married to David Benjamin Stiglick.
MAN OF THE HOUSE
A husband had just finished reading a new book entitled, "You Can Be THE Man of Your House."
He stormed to his wife in the kitchen and announced, "From now on, you need to know that I am the man of this house and my word is Law. You will prepare me a gourmet meal tonight, and when I'm done eating my meal, you will serve me a scrumptious dessert.. After dinner, you are going to go upstairs with me and we will make the kind of love that I want!
Afterwards, you are going to draw me a bath so I can relax. You will wash my back and towel me dry and bring me my robe. Then, you will massage my feet and hands. Then tomorrow, guess who's going to dress me and comb my hair?"
The wife replied, "The funeral director would be my first guess."
submitted by Jim Baxter C'67 Life Member from Calgary, AB