Miss Harrison’s missionary
lecture tonight in the Presbyterian
church will draw an audience not only from Great Village
itself, but the organizers also expect people from neighbouring communities.
Folks will come from nearby Highland Village, Spencer’s Point and Glenholme, a good number
from Londonderry and Londonderry Station. A
few are even expected from Masstown, Truro,
Portaupique and Economy. Villagers are always assured of support from their
neighbours, and their neighbours are likewise assured that villagers will turn
out for their events: concerts, bazaars, suppers, theatricals and society fêtes
of every description. The village has close relations and interaction with all
its neighbours ─ a daily and
lively commerce, which keeps them all hopping.
Highland Village is more or less an extension of Great Village
itself, where one ends and the other begins only the locals know. Highland Village’s
farmers’ focus is mostly on the stores and the creamery in Great Village.
More than one family has a house in Great
Village and a farm in Highland Village.
The Road to Highland Village, Spencer's Point, Bass River
Spencer’s Point
seems more apart, being out at the mouth of the Great Village
River, right on Cobequid Bay.
But the Point is a favourite spot of Villagers, who gather there in the summer
for picnics and bacon frys, and for swimming. The Y.M.C.A., the Boy Scouts, Sunday School classes, and many other groups all have gatherings
at the Point. It is rather like Great
Village’s own summer
resort spot. Though not as long settled as Great Village,
Spencer’s Point has an interesting history. The location made it a good
stopping place for ships in the
late 1800s. In 1863 Spencer’s Point got its first light: a lantern hung on a
pole. As the years passed, this light was improved, and in 1870 Mr. R.A.
Spencer was officially appointed the keeper of what the Dominion government, on
its official maps, called the “White Light visible eleven miles.” Mr. Spencer
kept the light for decades. In 1913 his daughter, Miss Amelia, took over, and
she is doing an admirable job, along with her sister Miss Annie, guiding ships
through the treacherous waters of the Bay.(1) Besides being a port of call for
ships, Spencer’s Point is also a farming district. However, the immense tides
of the Bay never cease their work, and gradually, over the years, the cliffs
and banks have eroded so much that some of the farms have actually been washed
away. This relentless erosion continues and threatens the remaining farms.(2)
The Road to Truro
Though the name
was officially changed to Londonderry in 1903,
most folks around still call it by its old name, Acadia Mines or the Mines,
especially when talking to strangers. Londonderry Station, a separate place, is
usually called the Station. When you add Londonderry Township, the old name of
the whole district (which is now part of Colchester County, the township long
ago abandoned as individual communities grew into their own identities), and
Port of Londonderry, as Great Village was called in the 1800s ─ well,
it is little wonder that visitors to the area get a little confused. In the
late 1800s, Acadia Mines was the most bustling, populous town in the county
outside Truro. For some years it was the site of
the largest iron ore mines and works in the eastern part of the Dominion.
Though the mining and smelting have ceased, Acadia Mines is still abustle with
activity ─ and
folks are always hopeful a company will come in and start things up again.
Companies have been mining iron ore in the area since the late 1840s, and by
the 1870s steel mills were built to process the ore on site. It was in 1872
that the railroad was completed,
with a station constructed in 1873 near Acadia Mines, which was named
Londonderry Station. A community grew up around this busy spot ─ ore,
steel, lumber, goods and passengers moving in and out at a great rated during
the 1880s and 1890s. At one point in the 1890s there was talk and some planning
around the construction of a rail line from the Station to Parrsboro, via Great Village
and along the shore road. Nothing ever came of it mostly because the mining and
smelting began to dwindle at the turn of the century. The miners and labourers
who had devoted their sweat, and sometimes blood, to the industry began to
return to Sydney in Cape Breton,
and the busier mills there. Being on the ocean, Sydney was a more economical location for
manufacture. Deep in the heart of the Cobequid Mountains,
Acadia Mines always struggled with the problem of how to get the ore and steel
out to the wider world. The iron works closed finally a few years ago (around
1910); the steel mill closed in 1912; the big pipe foundry closed in 1914 and
its operations moved to Quebec.
These closures have had a profound affect on the entire county, the province
and even the country. Over the years approximately 2,000,000 tons of iron ore
was mined in the area. It grieves many of the people in the town and the
surrounding communities to see Acadia Mine’s many homes, stores and mills
sitting idle, falling into decay.(3) Some hoped that with the start of the war,
there would be renewed interest in the ore still buried in the mountains. But
the Dominion government's attention is in other quarters. Many of the residents
who remain in the town have not given up and are turning from mining the hidden
ore to harvesting the extensive forests. Lumbering has always been an important activity in the area, but
it is taking off as a profitable substitute to the glory days of industrial
manufacture.(4) Turning back to this primary industry has brought some renewed
hope to those who remain in the town. Londonderry Station has also diminished,
of course, but the trains keep running ─
indeed, with the war, there are many more of them, bringing people and goods
along in a steady stream. And like the Mines, the Station is seeing some new
life with increased lumbering.
Another name
change that can cause confusion with visitors is with nearby Glenholme, which
many around still call Folly Village (not to be confused with Folly Lake
and Folly Mountain). The government changed the
name by statute in 1909, but old habits die hard, and many of the older folks
still prefer what they have always known. Glenholme is a small village with a
few stores and one of the oldest Presbyterian churches in the province,
Erskine. In the early years of settlement it was a very popular stopping place
for the stage from Truro
to Parrsboro. Farming and
fishing have been and remain the principal activities in Glenholme. Fishermen
come out from communities all along the coast: from Spencer’s Point, Little
Dyke, Portaupique, Highland
Village. They have fished
the salmon and shad in the Bay for decades; but Glenholme is the centre of
fishing in the area and has the steadiest group of fishermen: Messrs. J.B. Urquhart,
G. Flemming, S. Stewart and H. Morrison. Fishermen have harvested the Bay in
two main ways: with weirs of brush or twine, and with drift or gill nets (the
fishermen position themselves at the head of the ebb tide and drift down, and
then return with the flood tide. Shad is cleaned, salted and packed in barrels,
then shipped at Spencer’s Point, mostly to Boston.
Smelt, trout and gaspereau are also fished at various times, but these
fisheries are not of any commercial significance. Still, they do give added
income to an enterprising fellow (especially the local lads), who can sell
trout and smelt door to door. The clam fishery takes place mostly further up
the Bay.
One amusing story
told in Great Village (with versions repeated in most
other towns around) is how the smelts arrived one May Sunday during church
service. A man opened the door and whispered to a friend at the back, who went
out with his informant. A buzz passed through the congregation, which sensed
immediately the cause of the departure, and one by one the gentlemen left.
Finally, the buzz reached the minister, and he announced the closing hymn, “Shall
We Gather at the River”!
Glenholme,
Londonderry, Spencer’s Point, and the other larger villages and towns along the
shore ─ as
well as the tiny communities such as Highland
Village, Peek-a-Boo, Little Dyke,
Masstown, Lornevale, and so on ─ form a complex
web of activity and connection with Great
Village. Families are
spread out among them, have intermarried, and commerce is strongly tied to each
others' highs and lows. Gathering within and among communities occurs for a
bewildering number of reasons. The Newsy Notes and Happenings columns in the Truro Daily News are read with
interest by everyone along the shore. With the telegraph and telephone more
common now, news gets around a little faster, word can spread quickly over
greater distances; yet some think that telephones are not bringing people
together in the same way as the mails have done for decades. Still, Colchester County is a land of close and supportive
neighbours ─ and
folks hope this won’t change for some time to come.
Notes
1. Miss Amelia
Spencer (not to be confused with the telephone switchboard operator, Amelia
(Mealy) Spencer) kept the Spencer Point Light until February 1950, when Miss
Annie was officially appointed and remained in charge until her retirement due
to illness on December 31, 1958. In 1959 the Spencer’s Point Light was
electrified.
2. Elizabeth
Bishop’s memories of Spencer’s Point and its lighthouse remained with her for
the rest of her life. In October 1963 she wrote to her aunt, Grace Bulmer
Bowers: “I was tempted to cable you ─
PLEASE BUY LIGHTHOUSE ─ but have thought
better of it! I don’t like the Geddes house ─ I
want an old farmhouse ─ with the only
improvements electricity and a good furnace ─ or
I'd put them in myself....I vaguely remember that house at Spencer’s Point ─ but I
think it’s a bit too out of the way and I’m not that mad about the Bay of
Fundy. ─ I
love it, but I think it’s better to go to, or see from a distance ─ not
be right there with the rocks and mud....How much land goes with that
lighthouse?”
Bishop always
said she day-dreamed about living in a lighthouse, perhaps as Misses Amelia and
Annie Spencer lived in the lighthouse at Spencer’s Point.
3. Further
devastation occurred at Londonderry (Acadia
Mines) when on May 30, 1920, a fire raged through the town destroying 54
buildings. Elizabeth Bishop remembered Acadia Mines (which she referred to as
“Galway Mines”) in the 1920s, in her memoir “Memories of Uncle Neddy”: “Aunt
Hat came from Galway Mines, a sort of ghost town twenty miles off, where iron
mining and smelting were still carried on in a reduced and primitive way. It
had once been more flourishing, but I remember boarded-up houses, boarded-up
stores with rotting wooden sidewalks in front of them, and the many deep black
or dark red holes that disfigured the hills. Also a mountainous slag heap,
dead, gray, and glistening.” (CPr, 235)
The most wonderful thing about NS is that the words communities and neighbours still exist in society. Another wonderful read.
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