Well summer is almost over and school starts the day after Labour Day, a departure from the past several years when the last week of August has been the norm.

Do you remember your first day back after two months of vacation? I do and I have to say on one hand I looked forward to it and on the other there was a certain amount of dread. What home room teacher was I going to get and how hard would some of the subjects be. I don't have to worry about that now just that Labour Day signals cooler days, the end of golf in about a month and the transition into curling. What a life.

Another event that marks the end of summer is "St. Lambert Days", when Victoria Avenue is turned into a street bazaar and stores haul out all the merchandise they haven't been able sell during the year - although I admit they do offer some pretty reasonable discounts. For those of you who haven't been back to St. Lambert for a while, they did upgrade the quality of the kiosks and added a lot more entertainment. The highlight for many of us was sitting outside Kapetan's on a Friday evening enjoying a few beverages. That still goes on but I haven't been there for a few years. I did drop by on the Thursday morning when they were setting up and managed to get a few photos of how the street looks. I had to park half a mile away and walk over - there were virtually no spots any closer.

I received an email from Natalie Beauchamp suggesting that we include articles that emphasized some of the cultural features of St. Lambert. I don't know if she did this because she was tired reading about the golf club, curling club or other mundane Alumni issues, or, was she genuinely concerned about my lack of culture. Just kidding Natalie and I have included two of the pieces that you provided.

I have added a section this month to recognize members you have made donations to the Association. These were all unsolicited and truly appreciated and will help keep us financially strong.

Thanks, to Natalie and Robert Wrigley for their input. Of course if other members sent me material I wouldn't have to bore you with golf and such.

That's it for now.

Harvey Carter

Life Member - C'60 - Editor, Alumni Connection

Welcome New and Renewing Alumni Association Members

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Maureen Lyon (Knight)
Class of 1953
From Oshawa, ON

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Class of 1974
From Vancouver, BC

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Gary Clark
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Class of 1960

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Class of 1966

Richard Liptrap
Class of 1952

 

ALUMNI COMMENTS

Robert Wrigley - Class of 1961  Excerpts from his upcoming book - third instalment.

Chasing Nature: An Ecologist's Lifetime of Adventures and Observations

PROTECTING MY TERRITORY
Robert E. Wrigley

An animal’s home range (defined as an area covered while seeking food, shelter and mates) and territory (a smaller area which is defended) involve powerful instincts in many species, evolved over millennia or millions of years.  Aggressive behaviours to protect a burrow, an area providing secure food resources, or the home site of family and tribe have obvious survival value, and so have been promoted by natural selection.  Invading the territory of the same or other species and confiscating their land and food sources, and taking slaves, occurs with great regularity in many species, from ants to modern humans.  In fact, considering our aggressive nature, it is unlikely accidental that we are the sole surviving member of the human family; we outcompeted and eliminated several other species of humans from 300,000 to 40,000 years ago.  With at least 28 species in the Human subtribe (Hominina) described thus far in our family’s six-million-year-old history, there were usually two to six species living at any one period in Africa and Eurasia.

Although I do not remember myself being a particularly aggressive child, I do recall several instances (as early as six years old) where I clearly demonstrated territorial behaviour, although I had no concept of that fact at the time.  As an adult, I now find my previous youthful actions embarrassing.  Having moved recently from Argentina to Montreal, my family was residing with my aunt and uncle in Westmount until our new house was constructed across the St. Lawrence River in St. Lambert, at the corner of Logan and Maple.  The exact details are a bit fuzzy, but for some reason I became involved in a verbal altercation on the front lawn with an older girl, which led promptly to the typical primate defensive strategy of hurling pebbles at each other.  She raised the level of weaponry to a piece of beer-bottle glass, which struck my forehead, and raised first blood.  Seeing I was bleeding rather profusely, we both retreated to our home territories, whereupon my shocked mother had to take me to a doctor for stitches.  I still carry that scar with me to this day.  The girl was suspended from school for two days, which sounded more like a reward to me.

When we moved to St. Lambert, there was a kid (David Milligan) with flaming red hair that kept cycling past my house.  Again, I cannot remember what first transpired, but apparently he told me later that on our first meeting in the street, I hit him on the head with a small stone while he drove by on his bicycle, fortunately not injuring him.  A week later, we made up, and he became my best friend all through school.  But it seems I was still on the defensive, for at elementary school (now the St. Lambert Library), I was playing in the snow with two of my buddies in the school yard at lunch time when the boy living next door began taunting us, which inevitably ended up in the traditional Canadian sport of a snowball fight.  The air was soon filled with white missiles, and clearly ‘outgunned,’ he made a dash for his front door and pounded on it so his mother would let him retreat to safety.  Unfortunately for my friends and me, we each threw a snowball just as his mother opened the door, narrowly missing her, but they went sliding down the hallway for quite a distance.

That afternoon we were called to the principal’s office for the expected reprimand, whereupon the usual explanation; “He started it!” did not save us from the dreaded thick leather strap on both hands.  Sometimes defending one’s territory can have painful consequences.  It appears that this important lesson had a profound effect on me, and helped guide me through the next stage of growing up.  As my home range began to expand, my territorial imperative became incorporated into regulated sports -- a year-round adventure of baseball, football and hockey.  Team play and sportsmanship were emphasized, and aggressive defense of our end of the field or rink was strictly controlled by rules, coaches and referees.

However, a reemergence of territorialism that really shocked me occurred at my future wife Gail’s cottage at South Bolton in southern Quebec, where a bubbling brook ran right past the building.  We were able to catch a few Brook Trout right off the deck, and we enjoyed observing the trout minnows swirling around in the eddies.  A fellow decided to collect minnows for bait in the brook and installed two wire traps.  The next day I saw that he poured dozens of minnows into a bucket and prepared to reset the traps.  I asked him to please set the traps somewhere else in order to leave the local fish population intact.  Unimpressed, he uttered a familiar salvo of swear words, reset the traps, and prepared to depart.  I promptly descended the bank and placed the traps on the shore, whereupon a nasty fight broke out, with fists flailing and my eye glasses sent flying into the water.  After each of us landed a few sound blows, we paused for a breath, uttered a few choice words in both official languages, and then he promptly left my territory with his traps, never to return.

I stood there in the brook for a minute, searching for my glasses, and feeling dumbfounded over our violent altercation over some minnows.  I suspect the combination of my conservation ethic and territorialism got the better of me!  Sadly, humanity’s destructive territorialism all too often unleashes horrendous atrocities and devastating wars.  Although we have become a domesticated species (both genetically and through learned behaviour) within the last ten millennia, territoriality is an instinctive imperative that we will never be able to keep completely under control.

Warren MacKenzie turns 80

In mid-July CCHS’ers along with their spouses and children celebrated in the northern most spot on the Bruce Peninsula – Tobermory.
In this photo, back row: Sally Mackenzie, C-’82, Andrea Mackenzie, C-’84. Front row: Patti Mackenzie, C-‘60, Warren Mackenzie, C-'57  and Geoffrey Mackenzie, C-’81. It was Warren’s 80th.

Great photo Warren, just remember that 80 is the new 70. Looks like there are lots of miles left in the tank, you should be aiming for 100

 

 

September Photo Gallery

Do elephants really have empathy?

I was sent this photo and the following caption by Jacquie Pedneault (Hammell) Class of 1963). Is this real or a clever photo shop job?
The message is poignant but, I have my doubts.

This is considered to be the best photo of this century. A lioness and her cub were crossing the savannah but the heat was excessive and the cub was in great difficulty walking. An elephant realized that the cub would die and carried him in his trunk to a pool of water walking beside his mom.

And we call them wild animals. It's a great lesson for mankind who are fighting and dying for no reason.

 

Some Golf Club Members

Five CCHS Alumni, top from left to right , Rob Ellicott Class of 62, guess who?, Harvey Carter Class of 1960, bottom George Mitev, Class of 65, Dave Saunders, Class of 63

When I had this picture taken in early June I was trying to capture all the CCHS Alumni who play in our golf group. I thought there were only four of us, Ellicott, Mitev, Carter and Saunders until the fellow in the middle spoke up and said he should also be included, That's Alan David who did a brief stint as a French teacher at CCHS. I never knew and I've been playing golf with Alan for about ten years.

 

Another CCHS Alumni from the Class of 1960  getting ready to tee off - can you identify her?

Carol Archer (Kolculym)

St. Lambert Days - A sure sign summer is almost over.

This picture was taken Thursday, August 22 as merchants completed their set up for the event which runs through to Sunday

The kiddie train, usually restricted to those under ten. Urban legend has it that one night a group of CCHS
Alumni, after a few too many at Kapetan, tried to hi-jack it so they could get back to their cars.

It seems that the St. Lambert Lions Club has been there from the start.

This year they were set up in their traditional spot in front of the Bank of Montreal selling cotton candy, popcorn, soft drinks and other health food items (kidding). Pictured below is Roberta Landerman (Rawlings) Past President and long time member of the Lions Club. Did you know she is also a CCHS  Alumnus, having left school in February, 1956 to join the work force? Roberta and Jack's son Gary also attended CCHS - Class of 1988.

A Cultural Moment

Natalie Beauchamp, Class of 1992
Life Member and Former Director of the Alumni Association

 

Natalie is co-owner at le Balcon d’art and Multi Art Ltd, two companies that have been involved within the art community and the art market for the best part of the last five decades.  Le Balcon d’art, located at 650 Notre Dame Ave. in St. Lambert, was  founded by Bonnitta Beauchamp and  has been a reference in the Quebec art world since 1985.  It is now under the direction of Fay Beauchamp. (Class of 1997). Natalie thought many of our members would enjoy a change of pace and exposure to a cultural/artistic side of life. We have included two articles on the subject. Steve Pearson, the author, is a writer and communications specialist who has been in charge of communications at le Balcon d’Art and Multi Art Ltd since 2003.

Why Buy From an Art Gallery:

In the age of the internet, with Facebook, Instagram and other digital platforms, many artists and art lovers have begun shopping online and trading directly with artists. We welcome the contribution of new technologies to the world of art since they allow a diffusion of art that would have seemed impossible just a decade ago.

However, there is an enduring evidence for anyone who knows the art world: the long-term promotion of artists requires a presence and experience that is often lacking on electronic platforms.

Indeed, the very impermanence of these new means of diffusion makes it difficult to guarantee a solid and valid heritage for artists who choose to sell their works in this way and a rich and profitable experience for their customers.

For a long time, gallery owners and art dealers have developed expertise and a reputation for developing markets, assisting artists and evaluating the value of works that make them indispensable in a world where the art trade is in perpetual change.

Today, art galleries are still the ones who can best guarantee the quality of works, the renewal of artists and a certain stability in the art market.

They are also the best way to ensure that the work purchased today comes from a reputable source and that the asking price meets the rules of the market

A serious gallery owner will only deal with professional artists and use their experience to shape an artist’s work to meet the expectations of their clientele while ensuring that the development of the artists they show is not hindered.

In the long term, the gallery owner is also in the best position to keep the artists on the market once they disappear and thus ensure a certain stability helping retain the value of works acquired over time.

From a more technical point of view, gallery owners are also the ones best able to provide appraisals and documentation pertaining to the value and provenance of works, whether for resale, estate or insurance purposes.

A good gallery owner is also the one who knows how to advise his customers in the choice of frames and in the conservation of works of art.

For artists, a good gallery owner will be the one who knows how to advise and guide, allowing the artist to develop their art and benefit from it in the long term. The same gallery owner will also be the one who can help the artist manage their career by guiding them through the maze of administrative complexities. The gallery owner may also, if necessary, take the appropriate measures to defend the rights of the artist and, by the same token, avoid them being exploited by outside forces.

In our opinion, internet is essential as a means of spreading art and we are convinced of its value. We have been among the first to use the internet to promote the artists we represent and are proud of our contribution to the various social media platforms. Our contribution to the same networks is not limited to promoting the services we offer, but we are trying to participate in the arts education of the public through feature articles on art and its history.

That being said, we are deeply convinced that well-established art galleries still have and will always have their place in the art market and we are committed to continuing to promote the work of the many artists who have trusted us since now dozens of years.

Le Balcon d’art.

 

Marc-Aurèle Fortin,

 

 

 

“All artists are influenced by others for the technique, the craft. But the true artist retains his ivory tower, which is impenetrable. The ivory tower is the domain of inspiration, it is there that the artist will seek his ideas on art. “ (Marc-Aurèle Fortin, 1969)

If there is something akin to royalty in the art world of Quebec, one painter stands out among the few historically significant artists of our country, namely, Marc-Aurèle Fortin.

Indeed, as the Impressionists marked the art of the late nineteenth century in Europe and Picasso, Braque and Matisse marked the first part of the twentieth, Quebec owes a major artistic debt to this incredible artist. His influence has touched the work of most Quebec artists, from the 1930s to today.

His pictorial approach left an indelible mark both for the non-figurative painters who would revolutionize our art and culture in the middle of the last century as for the figurative painters who are still trying to translate the visual reality of Quebec. His artistic courage allowed painting to be seen as more than a mere means of representing reality, and the very poetry of his soul granted an inestimable license to anyone who could see beyond their own eyes.

Born in Sainte-Rose in the northern part of Île Jésus (now Laval) in 1888, the prolific Marc-Aurèle Fortin was a painter, watercolourist, engraver and draftsman, and his highly decorative and colorful landscapes highlight the picturesque aspects of nature.

His work is easily recognizable by his favorite subjects: leafy elm trees, rustic houses, hay carts and the Port of Montreal. With little regard for human representation, his subjects always seem subordinate to nature.

From the early part of the twentieth century, Fortin studied with two of Quebec’s leading artists, Ludger Larose and Edmond Dyonnet, but soon went to the Art Institute of Chicago to perfect his art. Upon his return in 1912, Fortin worked to develop a landscape style that stood out from what was done elsewhere. Beginning in 1918, he became interested in watercolor and, soon, the “holed” trees that are, for many, emblematic of his work, appear. Unhappy with his watercolor technique, he returned to oil and, as of the late 1920s, he was found exhibiting in the United States and South Africa. A few years later, he exhibited in France and Italy where he perfected his art until 1935.

He returns to Quebec that year and his work is totally transformed. From a somewhat sentimental painter, he becomes much more cerebral and then begins the pure plastic exploration for which he is now recognized.

It is from the mid-1930s that he develops what he calls “the dark manner” which consists essentially of the application of pure colors on black backgrounds so as to “intensify the relationship between the shadow and the light» as he says himself. He also uses gray backgrounds “to describe the warm atmosphere of Quebec skies”. This unorthodox approach will have an influence on the work of many artists who would revolutionize art fifteen years later.

Fortin returns to watercolor in the late 1930s accentuating the evanescent shades of this medium with black pencil lines. At the same time, he also began to print, which would become for a time, one of his favorite mediums. He exhibited permanently, from 1940, at the gallery French Art – today the Galerie Valentin – in Montreal.

At the beginning of the 1950s, he turned to casein – a milk-based tempera – with which he painted powerful works, attaining perfection as never before achieved by the artist.

Diabetes interrupted the career of the artist from 1955 and a large number of paintings entrusted to his manager would be destroyed without ceremony.

Four years later, he takes again to his brushes but with fairly uninteresting results. He would scribble pencil sketches until 1966, when he completely lost his sight. A friend, René Buisson, installed him in a sanatorium in Macamic in Abitibi, where he died on March 2, 1970, blind and amputated of both legs.

Today, the work of Fortin holds a place more than enviable in the history of art in Quebec and, ultimate consecration, since May 2007, one can admire an important collection of the works of Marc-Aurèle Fortin at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts. The Marc-Aurèle Fortin Foundation has donated all of its collection, some one hundred works, to this institution.

An extremely prolific painter, he leaves, according to several historians, a work of nearly 10,000 paintings, prints and drawings found in prestigious and important collections around the world.

Steve Pearson

 

Class Contacts Needed

If you are interested in representing your class year as Class Contact. Please contact Harvey Carter

Obituaries

Jeanette Bennett, Class of 1960

May 30, 1942 -  June 29, 2019

In the early afternoon of a lovely day (in late June) Jeannette went for a swim in the lake at her cottage. After only seven or eight minutes she stopped moving. Resuscitation was unsuccessful. Autopsy found a healthy heart. The cause of her cardiac arrest is not known.

Mourners include her husband Ralph [and Rob, Jane, Jim and Ross], son JD and his family [Sarah, Austen and Dryden], daughter Suzanne and her family [Ron, Alex and Sarah], sisters Barbara [Brian] and Elaine [Hilary, Ashley and Marc], other family members and a host of friends.

Jeannette was born in England during the war. She remembered hiding under the stairs when bombs were dropping. She grew up in Quebec and after high school she completed her Registered Nurse training at the Royal Victoria Hospital in Montreal. In following years she received her BSc in Nursing, a Nurse Practitioner diploma, a Master’s in Education and designation as an Extended Class Nurse [meaning she could order diagnostic tests and prescribe drugs]. She worked in Midwifery, Community Care and primary care clinics as well as at the Sexual Health Centre, and she taught in the Nursing programs at the University of Ottawa and Algonquin College.

Jeannette is remembered for her love of family, love of a party and love of travelling, and for her determination, but she will be especially remembered for her open and easy acceptance of everyone regardless of their religion, color, wealth, age, sexual orientation, language or culture. While working for the City of Ottawa serving street people her clients met not only a nurse but a friend.

For twenty years she was at the Salvation Army Hostel at seven in the morning once a week, engaging with the hundreds having breakfast. She offered anonymous HIV testing, but, even more important, she brought her warmth and caring to many who needed it. She volunteered as a nurse in a refugee camp in Ethiopia and for the past two years has been part of the life of a Syrian refugee family. When Parkinson's Disease began to incapacitate Phil, her first husband, she became one of his important care providers.

Johnathan Leger, Class of 1994

No Obituary Available

Fraser MacIver Class of 1977 

1960 - 2019

Fraser MacIver, who resided in Scotland, was the brother of Christine Gunn (MacIver) class of 1974 and member of the Alumni Association's board of director. To learn more about Fraser and view examples of his art, please visit his website or Facebook page.

Stuart Taylor, Class of 1962

John Stuart Taylor passed away at La Maison Diapason in Bromont, Quebec on Wednesday, August 14, 2019 at the age of 75. He fought courageously and with ­dignity for nine weeks after having been diagnosed with pancreatic ­cancer. Stuart is predeceased by his parents, Ernie and Jean Taylor.

Stuart is lovingly remembered by his wife of 52 years, ­Sheryl (Knowlton, ­Quebec), son Timothy, daughter-in-law Marie-Eve, his beloved grandchildren Kai and Zia, his brothers Ross (wife Janet), Graham (wife Ann), brother-in-laws Craig (wife Susan), Ken (wife Sherry), Peter, and loving nieces and nephews: Lori, Trevor, Maria, Adam, Rebecca, Jeff, Vanessa, Christopher, Benjamin and Jonathan as well as many great nieces and nephews who were all very ­important to him.

Stuart was born in Montreal in 1944 and was exceptional in so many ways, whether he was helping to grow the family run Taylor business, real estate or ­always on the look out for new products or ideas. The essence of Stuart was ­meeting new people and he was highly regarded as a brilliant retailer and a ­natural leader.
Stuart enjoyed the outdoors, especially downhill skiing, water skiing, hunting and fishing, as well as spending quality time with his family in the Eastern ­Townships.

In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to the Adam Taylor Fund; M.C.H.F., 1 Place Alexis Nihon, 3400 De Maisonneuve Ouest, Bureau 1420, ­Montreal, QC, H3Z 3B8 as well as to La Maison Au Diapason, 50 rue du ­Diapason, Bromont, QC, J2L 0G1.

And Finally...

Looking for a Home

Complete and Finished Explained

No English dictionary has been able to adequately explain the difference between these two words.

In a linguistic competition held in London and attended by, supposedly, the best in the world, Mr. Samdar Balgobin, a Guyanese man, was the clear winner with a standing ovation which lasted over 5 minutes.

The final question was: How do you explain the difference between COMPLETE and FINISHED in a way that is easy to understand? Some people say there is no difference between COMPLETE and FINISHED.

Here is his astute answer: When you marry the right woman, you are COMPLETE. When you marry the wrong woman, you are FINISHED.  And when the right one catches you with the wrong one, you are COMPLETELY FINISHED!!!

The Picnic

A Jewish Rabbi and a Catholic Priest met at the town's annual 4th of July picnic. Old friends, they began their usual banter. 

"This baked ham is really delicious," the priest teased the rabbi "You really ought to try it. I know it's against your religion, but I can't understand why such a wonderful food should be forbidden! You don't know what you're missing. You just haven't lived until you've tried Mrs. Hall's prized Virginia Baked Ham. Tell me, Rabbi, when are you going to break down and try it?" 

"The rabbi looked at the priest with a big grin, and said, "At your wedding."

Two Quickies