The number of visits to our chamblycounty.com. website set a new record for this year at over 4,000 visits. We have also made some changes to our email lists which will mean that over 1,200 alumni will be sent this September edition of our Alumni Connection. There is still concern over how recent deaths have affected our total membership and we are doing the utmost to encourage people to join the association.
Yesterday I celebrated my 76th. birthday and sincerely hope that my short term memory loss will not greatly affect my work on the website and newsletters. The assistance I receive from members in the form of comments, photos, stories, etc. is greatly appreciated.Angus Cross
Welcome New Alumni Association Members and renewed Members
New Regular Member
Class of 1964
from Burlington, ON
Class of 1974
from Vancouver, BC
Diane Loucks (Macfie)
Class of 1974
from Ottawa, ON
Class of 1963
from Sasquache, Col., USA
Sandra Rylander (Smith)
Class of 1960
from Niagara Falls, ON
Lost Contact with these Members
Byczak Michael Anthony 1966
Wright John 1960
Phillips Kathryne 1963
McLean William J. 1960
McPherson Ian 1971
McLean James 1958
Any assistance in locating would be much apprciated
Class of 1970
from Ft. McMurray,AB
Maureen Lyon (Knight)
Class of 1953
from Oshawa, ON
Memberships expiring in October
Smith John L. H. 1956
Myerson Malcolm H 1968
Rimmer Mary 1974
St. Dennis (Pasanen) Karin 1961
Lucas Hilda 1940
Dansereau Pierre 1971
Este Charles (Chuck) 1959
Brigden Alan 1977
Fullerton Phil 1952
Thanks to Shirley for her generous financial donation to the newsletter and website.Shirley Smith
Your knowledge and thought-provoking articles make it an excellent read.
Though the weather this summer seems to be in cycles of Hot and Cool with the occasional shower thrown in to freshen the earth, the normal seasons seem to be different. The Summer temps came sooner and, as yet, there is no sign of the coming fall weather except for shortening days and longer nights.
Hopefully, the many forest fires will be soon contained by the involved teams of firefighters from many places. The fire near Parry Sound is now threatening the railway lines which cross its advancing path, forcing the trains to seek other ways including along the Ontario Northland tracks near Washago Beach, Ontario.Peter Payan
I have been a life member for a little while and read the newsletter with interest.
My class , 1968 suffered from a lot of us leaving the province, myself included. I moved to British Columbia and intended to become a teacher, however my father fell ill and died a couple of years later and I became the “helper” to my mother and 5 younger siblings. I did not intend to start a career in the insurance world that would last 50 years, yet today I find myself celebrating 50 years in this vital and most important industry. I have had a fun time and have held important jobs, but I find I still like helping my clients, best. Along the way I did become a teacher and have been teaching insurance for 34 of my 50 years in this business. I still teach at the British Columbia Institute of Technology in the General Insurance and Risk Management Program and I am enjoying working with students as much as with clients.
I look back at my high school years and think, if I knew then what I know now, I would have enjoyed more time with friends and spent less time trying to impress the teachers. No one ever asks about your grades, just about you the person you have become. If any message should go to current students it is – Grades are important but life long friends are more important.Monica Woldring
The news letter is great I really enjoy reading the story of Lilian Puust. Here is an update of my (now) class picture of 1968. Hope you can update it. The existing one (2010) reminds me of my long climb from surgery.Malcolm Myerson
I reflect back on the teachers who were so instrumental. We were a rather WASPy group in the summer of 68 (50 years ago - if my memory is correct). Our French teacher stood out as different - person of colour, immigrant and French-speaking. One of my classmates (who will remain nameless!) decided that we would buy a watermelon and present it to him in class. I recall the mad dash as we somehow dropped the first purchase in the isle of the IGA and it smashed (oops!). On receiving the second large melon at the start of class, Mr. Acoca was very touched by the unexpected gift and took us outside to sit down under the trees on the edge of the playing field and tell us of his early life in Africa. That class was almost as unconventional as "Dead Poets Society". Sadly, we learned that he was killed in a car accident that summer after school had recessed. The class was a life lesson that stayed with me.Ian MacDonald
Mini-Reunion held August 25th. in Niagara Region.
MONEY FOR THE NEWSLETTER
A mini fund-raiser collection was held (not a “Silent Auction” this time) to raise funds for the Newsletter – (sorta like we used to do when we had Oakville Reunions).
At the day’s end everyone did comment about how much they enjoyed this reunion. It was very well organized and carried out
Following are a few pics of us all enjoying the grapes of the region.Warren Mackenzie
Last Saturday hosting a small high school reunion. It's so nice to stay in touch with friends from our school days in St Lambert, Quebec.Brita Housez (Stolz)
Saint-Lambert recognized for its quality of life
The city of Saint-Lambert is proud to rank 9th among MoneySense magazine’ top ten places to live in Canada. In 2018, 415 cities were evaluated according to a scoring system based on about ten criteria, including wealth and the economy, access to property, population growth, property tax, mobility (transportation), crime rate, climate, accessibility to health care, services offered to the population and culture.
In addition to being considered one of the 2018 “Best Places to Live,” our city also made the list of the “Best Places For Families.” According to MoneySense, Saint-Lambert ranks 6th among the best cities in Canada to raise a family. Lastly, our municipality also came in 13th in the category of “Best Places to Live for New Canadians.” Seeing our beautiful city shine across the country gives us reason to be proud!
By Lilian Puust (Soomet)
C’57 Life Member
From Toronto, ON
The continuing saga of Lilian's move from Estonia to Sweden to Canada.
Note: When I went to school in St. Lambert, Victoria Park school (kindergarten to Grade 4), was for St. Lambert children who lived near Third Street (now Queen) and Union Blvd. Children who lived closer to Green and Mercille streets went to the Annex (also kindergarten to Grade 4). All St. Lambert children then continued at the main St. Lambert school building at 81 Green Street for Grades 5 to 11. In 1954, a new high school was built at 675 Green Street (Grades 8 to 11.)
Every morning, Helene’s father drives us from the farm to Brosseau train station. We look out the train window at flat farmers’ fields until we get to St. Lambert and the train station. The train comes in after school has already started. Helene walks to the Annex school on Green Street and I walk by myself in the opposite direction to Victoria Park School on Third and Union.
I miss most of the first lesson. One day Miss Turpin takes me aside and says, “Show me your hands.”
My hands look the same to me. Miss Turpin calls another teacher, and both look at my hands. Why are they looking at my hands?
“Where is your mother?” they ask.
“She is in the hospital,” I reply.
“Why is that?”
“She has a problem with her tummy.” I don’t know what is wrong with it, and now I wonder if they think there is something wrong with my hands.
That evening, my father says that while my mother is in the hospital that I am going to stay with my Aunt Rande in Snowdon. I don’t mind at all. I like staying with her. I miss two weeks of school. When my father comes to pick me up, he answers my questions with just, “Her tummy is fine now.” Everything goes back to normal. I wasn’t there for all the classes, but I graduate from Grade 3 with a Prize for Progress, a book about Billy Mink. We have few books at home. I wish I would have received a book with magic, or with adventures into new places, or fairy tales, instead of about a mink.
At home, Helene and I find a pile of old comic books hidden in the barn loft. There is The Phantom, Boy, and True Crime. We are overjoyed to find something to read, but these are different from Huey, Dewey and Louie. Even Scrooge McDuck was never so mean. These comics have murders. They have very scary pictures. They give me nightmares and I wake up screaming, terrified. As soon as our parents see these comics, they disappear, perhaps to feed the wood stove. We are forbidden to read anything like that if we ever find any more. It is just as well.
In September, I’ll be the new girl again in Grade 4 at my fourth new school. Instead of continuing at Victoria Park, I am going to the Annex. Once more, I’ll start over in a new classroom full of children I have never met before. But the good thing is that now I can walk there along Victoria to Green Street with Helene and Reet.
Helene is in Grade 5 across the street in St. Lambert schools’ big main building. The cafeteria is in the Annex where we all get together. Everyone in my class knows each other since they were in kindergarten. They all have English names, live nearby, and visit each other to play after school. Except for Reet, there is no one else who is new at the Annex. It is hard to get to know my classmates.
My new teacher is Miss Sarrasin. I always arrive just as the first lesson is ending. Miss Sarrasin reads Alice in Wonderland to the class. I don’t have the book, so I cannot read it myself. I have to understand what the story is about from the last pieces of last minutes. I am so confused. There is Alice who does what I would not do. If she sees a bottle with a sign on it „Drink Me“, she does just that. No wonder, she keeps getting into trouble all the time. So, Alice follows a White Rabbit and the Red Queen says, “Off with her head!” or was it the White Queen? Whose head? Was it Alice or the rabbit’s? The Mad Hatter has a wild tea party. Would I go to it? I try to put the pieces together, but the more I try, the less sense it makes.
However, I do enjoy Scripture and stories from the Bible. They make sense, because I have two Estonian books with bible stories, so I know about them.
One of the boys in the class, John Parnell, comes into the classroom crying after recess. Something has upset him. I think cupid has shot an arrow into me. I think I have a sudden crush on John Parnell. I don’t know why. I tell my mother about that, and she listens with great interest about what John does every day. I have not even spoken to him, nor has he spoken to me, but every day I have a story to tell my mother about John. Usually, he doesn’t do anything unusual at all, so I make up something more interesting to tell her. How long will the crush last? Maybe when I run out of anything to tell her.
I am so disappointed. We are moving from the farm. I love living on the farm. I think my father likes it too, but my mother wants to be closer to the big city. She wants to take streetcars and buses whenever she wants to go over Victoria Bridge to shop in Montreal, in big stores like Simpson’s, and to visit her sisters. At my new home, I also can get to school by myself. Then I discover that there are very few children on my street, and the ones I find don’t know how to play by using their imaginations. What am I going to do?
In the spring, I find out why my mother was in the hospital a year ago. I was going to have a little brother. When I learn that he was born too early, I feel so sad. Ever since I remember, I have always wanted a brother and a sister. He didn’t have a name, but I name my almost brother Erik. Maybe this was also a reason why my mother wanted to move, to be closer to a town. What is still a mystery is why Miss Turpin and the other teacher were looking at my hands. I still wonder why they were so interested in them.
Class Contacts Needed
If you are interested in representing your class year as Class Contact. Please contact Angus Cross at email@example.com.
Present make up of Membership by Decade.
1960's = 40% - 1970's = 28% - 1950's = 23% - 1980's = 7% -
1940's, 1990's, ex staff = 3%
As we start to gear up for the next All Year Reunion in the Spring of 2020 it is very important that we reach out to as many alumni as possible. Class contacts are a very important part of this effort .
If you notice an obituary of a classmate in your local paper
please forward details to Angus Cross at firstname.lastname@example.org.
TOMLINSON; John Edward ~ CCHS Class of 1954
Peacefully on Friday, April 13, 2018 at the Golden Plough Lodge, Cobourg at the age of 80. John Tomlinson was the beloved husband of Marlene Firsten-Tomlinson. Loving father of Ken Tomlinson and Karen Tomlinson (Teresa Battle). Loved grandfather of Bailli Chisholm and great grandfather of Adalyn and Chloe Chisholm. Dear brother of Paul Tomlinson (Isabelle Morin).
CANTLEY RENYOLDS, Elaine ~ CCHS Class of 1959
July 7, 1942 - July 4, 2018
The only daughter of Peter C. Cantley and Margaret R. Jeckell, Elaine passed away on July 4, 2018 after a brief illness at the Royal Victoria Hospital, Glen Site. Elaine leaves to mourn her special cousins on both sides of the family, as well as many close friends.
GILBERT Michael ~ CCHS Class of 1975
Passed away August 20, 2018 at the age of 61 from a short battle with cancer.
After having dug to a depth of 10 feet last year, British scientists found traces of copper wire dating back 200 years and came to the conclusion that their ancestors already had a telephone network more than 150 years ago.
Not to be outdone by the Brit's, in the weeks that followed, an American archaeologist dug to a depth of 20 feet, and shortly after, a story published in the New York Times: "American archaeologists, finding traces of 250-year-old copper wire, have concluded that their ancestors already had an advanced high-tech communications network 50 years earlier than the British".
One week later, Canadian Dept. of Mines and Resources in Newfoundland reported the following: "After digging as deep as 30 feet in eastern Canada , Jack Lucknow, a self-taught archaeologist, reported that he found absolutely nothing at all. Jack has therefore concluded that 250 years ago, Canada had already gone wireless."
Just makes a guy bloody proud to be Canadian eh!😊
FIVE RULES TO REMEMBER IN LIFE:
1. Money cannot buy happiness - but it's far more comfortable to cry in a Porsche than on a bicycle.
2. Forgive your enemy - but remember the clown's name.
3. If you help someone when they're in trouble - they will remember you when they're in trouble again.
4. Alcohol does not solve any problems - but then, neither does milk.
5. Many people are alive only because it's illegal to shoot them.