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Temperance Among the Indians, St Francis, Quebec, 1878

Montreal Gazette, 22 Jan 1878, page 2


Temperance Among the Indians

A very interesting temperance meeting was held among the Indians of St Francis on Friday last, January 18th.  For a number of years the Church of England has been laboring in that place, and there, as everywhere else, the influence of the Gospel has been neutralized by the thirst of the Indian for intoxicating drinks.  By the efforts of the Revds Octave and Alfred Fortin a beautiful brick church and a comfortable parsonage have been erected in the village.  Through intercourse with the neighbouring French and travel in the United States most of the Indians have acquired a limited knowledge of both English and French.  It is nevertheless, very difficult to reach many of them, especially the young, except through the medium of their own language.  And that has been another serious drawback to the work of the church.  The meeting was called by the Rev Edouard Roy, the present incumbent, and the late director of the Sabrevois College.  The Rev Edwin Benedict, the incumbent of Bristol, PQ and the Rev LN Tucker, the curate at Sorel, occupied seats in the chancel, while about one hundred persons occupied the pews of the church.  The majority of those present were Protestant Indians; there was, however, besides these a goodly number of Roman Catholic Indians and Roman Catholic French-Canadians.  After prayer and singing, the Rev E Roy made a short address and introduced the Rev LN Tucker, who spoke in French.  In the course of an earnest address, the reverend gentleman showed the evils, physical, moral and spiritual, resulting from intemperance, and urged upon his hearers, as men and as Christians, to renounce the death-fraught cup.  The Rev E Benedict next spoke in Indian.  This young man is a native of St Francis, and an Indian.  He studied for some time in the Sabrevois institution, and after undergoing a thorough course of theological training in the Divinity School in Faribault, Minnesota, was admitted on the 17th of June last by Bishop Whipple to the office of Deacon.  For half an hour Mr Benedict kept the audience spell-bound.  He showed, in the most eloquent terms, that alcohol is neither food to nourish the body nor medicine to cure its ailments, but that it is a mere stimulant; that man for the good of his body and of his mind should be temperate in the use of all things; and that the first of God’s creatures dishonors his Maker when he degrades himself to the condition of a drunkard.  The Rev Mr Tucker again came forward to speak in English.  He alluded in fitting terms, to the greatness, moral and material, of the old Indian tribes, and urged upon his hearers, as individuals, to emulate the virtues and the honor of their ancestors, and to break from the degrading bonds of intemperance.  The meeting, as a whole, was a great success.  Hymns in English, in French and in Indian were sung in very good style.  And the Indians and the white men returned to their homes, some resolved to sign the pledge, and all deeply impressed and edified by the words of counsel and of exhortation they had heard.


Expecting a lot from the new couple! Harry and Megan, 2017

Yesterday Clarence House announced the engagement of Prince Harry and Megan Markle, capping off weeks of speculation in the press about the status of their relationship.  They are engaged, which is wonderful news – after all who doesn’t like to hear about a couple in love?  And in times of especially scary and bad news, it makes a pleasant change.  I, for one, am pleased for them.

But I must say that in watching the way in which the news discusses the couple – I find it problematic.  While both seem to be rather sensible about the public fuss surrounding them, it just seems that they are facing so many unreasonable expectations.

To some degree, this is true for all newly engaged couples.  Society seems to expect that once a couple have announced their intention to stay together for the rest of their lives, that they must have developed some well-honed and well-thought out life plan, one which naturally fits into society’s predominant view of how married couples function.  You will live together, she takes his name, and naturally the required number of children will be born – the white picket fence view of normalcy.

It is still surprising to me that people who have themselves gone through the whole engagement/marriage deal without a great degree of forethought and planning, somehow expect other couples to conform to this model.

For Prince Harry, these expectations are amplified because he is a public figure, and also because his position as a member of the British royal family.  His marriage choices, and ultimately his potential offspring impact the smooth operation of the constitutional monarchy for the United Kingdom, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, and various other countries in the Commonwealth.

He and Megan now are required to navigate the expectations of a very vocal public and press, who feel that they have a say in how they choose to life their lives together.  Questions which all newly engaged couples seem to get, like – ‘do you want a family?’ are weighted with more importance.  Even more personal questions are asked which are really no one’s business but the couple’s, but are somehow justified by their position in the royal family and the public sphere.

In their interview with the press after the announcement they seemed to deal well with the scrutiny, and I hope, in their eyes, managed to maintain a level of personal privacy that they were comfortable with.  But it is just the beginning of what will be a circus leading up to their wedding.

While both stated that they ignored the press reports of their relationship, good and bad, they still live within the society that produces it, and they will still encounter people who pay it more mind in their daily lives, whether they want to or not.  There will be pressures of varying sorts to have children, wear certain clothes, behave in certain ways.  It all begins now, and will ramp up for the wedding in May, and of course beyond.

We only have to look at the scrutiny on his brother William’s marriage.  Everyone was ga-ga for his choice, and then there was the pressure for the first pregnancy –after all there was the need for the heir, then the second pregnancy.  When it was announced that Catherine was expecting their third child, well then there was the criticism – shouldn’t they limit their family?  And of course there is the bump watch – look at her tummy – is she pregnant?  How pregnant is she?  Maybe it is twins?  Isn’t she big?  She should give birth now –really?  Is she really wearing that?  What are they naming their child (have you placed your bet?).  It is an unparalleled level of scrutiny, and most of it is intrusive and can be rather unkind.  All things Harry and Megan can look forward to.

I am sure a lot of people are saying to themselves that I am a bit of a hypocrite; after all I follow the Royal Family rather intensely, and do collect rather tacky souvenir items that have their images on them.  Mea culpa.  But I like to think that I have a line I don’t cross, which is impinging on their personal lives, and making strong judgements on things that are not my business.  They are entitled to a private life.  What they choose to share is enough.  And I guess that is what this post is about.  They deserve some privacy.

I understand the nature of their constitutional role, and that unfortunately their reproductive lives plays a part in this, but I am loathe to say that I have a right to know all the intimate details of their lives.  I don’t.  I dream of a time when we as a public are a lot kinder to people in the public eye, and we don’t add such extra pressures on them.  Living a good life is challenge enough.

Fashion notes, Montreal, 1914

Montreal Daily Star, 15 September 1914, page 8

Sombre Colors for this Fall Seen in Shops

The concerted splendour of Montreal’s fashion shops was to be seen today for the first time, when seven of the leading style centres on St Catherine Street made their formal Autumn openings.  Despite war and sarkings of lean days to come this winter, Dame Fashion is no whit less giddy than she was last spring, for instance.

Her giddiness has taken the form of adopting sombre blacks and browns, however.  The hats and suits are a deliberate attempt at pomposity and soberness.  It is the garb of steppe-dwelling Cossack and moujik that has attracted the designer. There is much fur, and heavy woolly coats, and broadcloth redincote suits, with nothing but the glitter of an occasional jet metal button or ornament to relieve the depressing effect.

“Made in Canada”

If Russia supplied the casus agenda for the designers, it was an easy mode to bring to Canada.  That is why the “Made in Canada” cry of some of the [illegible] is quite in order, and stylish, besides being patriotic.  There is Hudson Bay [illegible] and Alaska wolf, and James’ Bay broad-tail to choose from.  Ermine and skunk betoken the north again, as do muskrat and mink, and silver fox.

In the evening dresses maize and pink and absinthe (that’s a new one, a delectable green shade) supplant former blazing tangoes and vermilions.

Hats bear old trimmings, from pheasants tails to such sized pansies and gilt flowers as never garden produced.  The hats are either tight-fitting cloches or enormous headgear a la Gainsborough.  There are some cocket hats to give a military air and all manner of drooping plumes as a[illegible] contrast.

[illegible] impression that the fashion makers were in[illegible] for the fall things when the war rumors [illegible] made Runneymede to Cromwell.  A stern sort of black and white season with some irresistible colors and geegaws bursting out of the austerity.

A Smart Costume

[illegible] The stuff is a broadcloth, pleated very mannishly in the back.  The padded [illegible] of butler-propriety descends well below the knees; in the front in style of cut-away which was expected, the goods tipple out into as effect, almost eastern.  The skirt flares full to the hips, and there is lace at the collar and cuffs.  Black buttons are arranged to tell at the skirt, the front end of the coat and the sleeves.

Afternoon coats at this store, most of which are in the redingote-tail style are short, while those for street wear are very long indeed.  Tete-de-negre, blue and tartans made in worsted or heavy tweed or rough furry cloth, like men’s great coats last year, are the basis for fall outdoor coats.  A corduroy, called golf-tan in the lexicography of new styles, is the same shade of green as tarnished copper.  It is cut with a cap and raglan sleeves.  The costume is distinctive.

An afternoon dress, canary silk bodice with a black crepe tunic, is another of Ogilvy’s best.  Tasselled sash, rows of little cloth-covered buttons, and a double-folded loop on the skirt, show an expert touch.

A noticeable hat is white satin, with a bandeau of some scraggly-hair fur around the bottom of the crown.  The hair is long, and laps over the side of the brim showing itself a contrast to the white material of the hat shape.

A Bonnie Cap

Hamilton’s has a bonnie close fitting Scotch cap, with sable fur on a mahogany colored velvet.  A fancy mount catches the fur in front. This is of silver filigree, wrought into a most wondrous rose.

A jet band encircles the vast expanse of a Gainsborough shape, and a jet buckle at the front, with a plume is the other ornamentation.

A brown velvet sailor hat is crowned with brown fur and has a gilded flower front and in the back.  A yellow poppy as big as a pond lily, adorns another hat.  Ostrich plumes are noticeable.  There are no ordinary hats.  All are either big or small by the extreme.

Brown chrome stripes in heave chiffon make an effective vest blouse.  There are pockets in front, fit to support the staidest of heavy gold watch chains. The blouse is about the most masculine garment shown for the ladies’ wear in any of the stores.

Military swagger is given to one of Hamilton’s costumes by the close collared coat with a pleated under tunic which gathers the hips into shapely contour. The skirt is balloon shape, the most popular.  Moss green is the color.

Louis Quinze Floor

The Louis Quinze Floor at Fairweather’s Ltd which is claimed as a unique departure in showing merchandise is in itself so imperious that the habits trailed over the floor fleur-de-lis in its carpet should be lovely, and they are.  Taste and practice have collected some distinctive models here.  The cut of a cape, the drapings of a bunched up skirt give one more to appreciate than to describe. There are even styles in corsetry, as Messrs Fairweathers will tell you.  Mde Galbraith of New York, samples an interesting disquisition on the uses of aids to form, and is here for the Fall opening.

There is much fur trimming on Fairweather’s hats.  A turban of black velvet has two ospreys effectively crossed. A chain of gold filigree about an inch wide, limits the top of another crown.  Big purple tassles set with a simple jet band on a black velvet sailor are attractive.

Milady’s muff this year must be shaped like a melon.  A variance is the Rugby football shape, which seems a similar design to the non-technical.  Fox is the fur to wear in a set, and skunk mole, chinchilla, Russian or Hudson Bay sable are a la mode. Seals and Persian lamb, mink and ermine, are the thing for fur coats.

Monkey Fur

The acquisition of monkey-fur to adorn the hats of Montreal women is the prize Goodwin’s lady buyer at Paris carried off when she crowded on the platform of one of the last trains to the sea-board.  Boxes and trunks were got through to England by dint of much persevering, and the stands and models and show-counters at Goodwin’s proclaimed Paris and the boulevards thereof.

Six quails spread their mottled wings and bodies over a brown velvet hat that is to adorn some graceful head.  Two parrots gaze at one another, over the jet mount of a black turban.  And between the birds comes the fur of the peanut loving monk, to serve as a graceful wavy bandeau on a pink satin sailor.

There is a little hat which comes to a velvet point at the front.  Inside the cockade is a cerise plush.  A long pheasant tail darts nearly two feet down over the ears, the daring hat looks peculiar.  Slouched over the eye, tilted almost to slipping off.  It is at once debonair and charming.  Mlle the Paris buyer insists that all the new hats should be worn so perched well over the forehead, with the plume or the silver rose, or what ornament there be, set at the one possible angle.  It is thus Chat they wear them in Par-ee.

“Battleship Grey”

“Battleship Grey” is a series of ominous little sheet-steel slivers, tempered and polished to glitter like jet. They certainly bristle like a British man-o-war, and incidentally are a real ornament to a hat.

That is one of the details in the “Made in Canada” infusion which Morgans have put into their opening. Midnight blue is a shade they introduce.  They revivify bottle green as facing in a cocky little cockate, and corinthe, a regular Omar Khayam of a color, is a luscious new wine-shade.  More huge pansies – these are purple ones, and some cream-yellow poppies with red pollen centres are features.

This is a Russian season, as the cloak and suit man at Morgan’s remarked.  Roman stripe in an under tunic, pleated beneath the broadcloth of the outer coat, is an impressive costume he has to show.  Coats are long, he said, and silk braid and velvet plentiful.  A basket-ribbed French serge catches the eye.  The suit is made into cape-sleeve affairs described as angel-wings in the lingo of the style salon.  Coats of ratine, tartans and tweeds show an assortment that speaks well for the mills of Canada.  Coats are long, half-belted, talled mannish.  Blanket cloth for children’s coats might be adopted by their elders.

The Native Models.

High-trimmed native models, with all the variety of ornament that the French styles offer, are predominant at Scroggie’s.  A black form with pink satin under-facing of the [illegible] and a keen-eyed jet bird between the wings. This is chic and effective.

A dun green is the body of another hat, with a tete-de-vegre feather bandeau.  The sparkle of jet relieved the lack of brilliance.  Ospreys are to be seen on several hats, and ostrich plumes are turned into service on a number of the season’s creations. Large artificial roses add a novel touch to some tight-fitting little turbans.

Russian capes and cloaks stand out in the Scroggie display of street wear.  One tunic tartan had a girdle of crushed black satin with silk tassels and a military collar effect.  In afternoon costumes the Medici  collar, often with a short coat and tight fitting skirt, is to be remembered.

Evening wear runs to maize and pink and blue shades.  Plum is very good, and of course, bottines must match whatever the tone of the dress color.  Scarves and yoke-satins are in the same delicate shades.

Heavy furry cloth seem the most popular for great coats.  Swooping curves or strict military angularity are varied in cut.

A Driscoll model at Dupuis Freres is one of the original costumes among all the fall openings.  This was of French broadcloth, tunic style. The trimming is fur, Alaska sable, and the habit is lined with broche satin.  A yoke in the skirt is of charmeuse silk, the very type of suit to go with a black turban, cerise-faced, which the living models wear with it.

There are some forty costumes paraded on living models for the benefits of Dupuis’ customers.  A honey-comb coat, trimmed with plush at the collar and cuffs attracts more than one inquiry.  The sleeves are raglan style and the coat is half-lined with satin.

The basque idea in evening dress is very popular here.  One charmeuse silk dress has the basque, with an effective belt at the back. With this is a wide-brimmed had, with three shaded ostrich feathers. The hat is Alice blue plush faced with silk and trimmed with a silver rose and a bandeau.

A black velvet sailor is faced with cerise satin under the brim.  Black and new middy flat trimming is used, and a cerise rose in front catches the crown. A plain silver filigree band encircled the top of the soft crown.

The entire store of Dupuis Freres is tastefully decorated for the opening.  An extensive display of furs and dress silks are particularly attractive.

Alone and Deserted, Montreal, 1914

Montreal Daily Star, 3 October 1914, page 3.

[political cartoon]

“Alone and Deserted”

“Nobody Loves Me, I’m going into the garden to eat worms.”

Widow Keeps her Husband’s Name, Etiquette, 1922/37

Etiquette: The Blue Book of Social Usage by Emily Post, New York and London, Funk & Wagnalls Co, 1922/37.



Widow Keeps Husband’s Name

A man gives his name to his wife for life – or until she herself through re-marriage relinquishes it.  A widow, therefore, should always continue to use her husband’s Christian names.  She is Mrs. John Hunter Titherington Smith, or to compromise, Mrs. JH Titherington Smith, but she is never Mrs. Sarah Smith, at least not anywhere in cosmopolitan society.

Juvenile Court to Teach Manners, Montreal, 1917

Montreal Gazette, 6 jul 1917, page 5

Juvenile Court to Teach Manners

Drenching Young woman on street to bring stern rebuke

Too frolicsome boys

Boy left Toronto to be a Jockey in Montreal and Ended in court – promises did not materialize

It is a matter of opinion in Juvenile court circles that giving a young woman a public bath, and especially without notice, is not according to the usages taught in the best circles of society, and several young boys who lately forgot that fact are so informed, politely, but very firmly.  An indignant uncle figures prominently in this affair.  The story, as unfolded before the court yesterday, has much of the commonplace. It is related that a day or two ago a young woman was walking up St Alexander street when from the seventh storey of a building fronting on that street several boys dropped a paper bag upon her splendid new hat, one of the kind with lilies of the valley profusely enthroned upon it.  The bag was filled with water, and when it collided with the hat, the result was disastrous for the millinery, and the person of the wearer. It was a big bag, and the drenching corresponded.

Indignant at this treatment on the King’s Highway, the victim told her uncle, and the latter instituted some Sherlock Holmes enquiries and discovered the miscreants, and informed the Juvenile Court that he had solved the problem. The court, properly impressed, issued little billets doux to the boys in question, requesting the honour of their company in the morning. Probabilities are that the youngsters will be entertained with some remarks on decorum, and given a chance to repent. The authorities are determined that the streets shall be made safe for summer finery especially as the opportunity for its display is so short this year.

Another case, that had the attention of the Juvenile court yesterday is that of a boy of sixteen who was unearthed by a special constable of the CPR in a race horse car at the Windsor Station.  The story told by the boy is that he is a resident of Toronto, not in itself a serious matter but he left his mother’s home without permission to come to Montreal to be a jockey.  His story further adds that he was induced to do so by a race track man, who made him plenty of fine promises, but that when they reached Montreal told him to shift for himself as best he could.  The boy’s only idea was then to get to Toronto, and he chose the “no ticket” system.  The story is being investigated, as there appears to be several discrepancies in the telling.

In addition to these cases, the Juvenile court had the usual number of little affairs to dispose of.

Women in New Zealand Politics, 1894

Glengarry News, 23 Feb 1894, page 2


Women in New Zealand Politics

How they worked and voted for their candidates and elected them too


In recent general elections for members of the New Zealand House of Representatives, for the first time in any British colony every woman over 21 years of age possessed equal voting rights to those held by men.  Women of the colony, says Wellington correspondent, developed a remarkable keenness for politics.  They registered in thousands and throughout the whole election campaign displayed a most laudable desire to learn their new duties.  Afternoon meetings for women only, at which the more social side of politics was dealt with and the new electors instructed how to use their votes, became part of every candidate’s work.  Heckling there often was, and that of the keenest description, so much so that some candidates are said to have declared they would sooner face double the number of men than be hauled over the coals as they were by these gentle electors.


With all the impulsiveness of their sex, the women became almost more partisan than the men, and lucky was the candidate whom they favored.  For him were crowded and enthusiastic meetings, ovations when he rose, and often showers of bouquets when he sat down, while in many [illegible] of thanks and confidence was moved or seconded by some blushing elector who heard her own voice for the first time in public.  Women thronged his committee rooms, and canvassed for votes with a charming persistence which would not be denied.   The whole batter of women’s arguments, personal and theoretical was brought to bare on the recalcitrant male elector who was suspected of a leaning to the other side, and, has been said, throughout the whole of the campaign the newly enfranchised took a deep interest in the questions at issue and in the result of the contest.


It is gratifying to be able to say that, as was expected would be the case, women’s influence was wholly for good in the conduct of one of the most keenly contested elections that has ever been held in New Zealand, and in no case, so far as can be ascertained, was a candidate subjected to the indignities which have at other times disgraced political meetings.  Dissent and disapproval were, of course, frequently expressed; but such tangible forms of disapprobation of the speaker’s remarks as rotten eggs were but rarely resorted to; and, considering the lengths and bitterness of the contest, it is a pleasanter one to look back upon than any previous one.

The election day was a typical New Zealand November day.  The women, as a rule, cast their votes early, so as to avoid the crushing which always occurs in the afternoon and evening, and they went about their tasks with a gravity which betokened their sense of their responsibilities.

Acadian identity, 1872

Courrier de Canada, 22 Avril 1872, page 3

Le Moniteur Acadien

Voila une publication qui rend a la canadienne française dans les provinces maritimes les plus grands services.  Née a l’événement de la Confédération des provinces britanniques du Nord en 1867, elle a déjà passe glorieux de courageuses luttes pour les intérêts des populations acadiennes, qu’elle n’a cesse de défendre contre les agressions injustes des ennemis de notre race.

Le « Moniteur Acadien » a exerça dans ses quatre années d’existence une influence bienfaisante et salutaire parmi ce peuple martyr que plus d’un siècle de dispersion et de persécution n’a pu anéantir qu’il a été pour nos frères des provinces maritimes comme un drapeau de ralliement sou lesquels tentes les branches de al grand famille acadienne sont venues se ranger pour combattre pour la grande canse nationale; il a été le porte-voix des plaintes, hélas! Trop bien tondee de cette poignée de braves contre le mauvais traitements de la dominations étrangère; il a été le signal d’un salutaire réveil politique au sein des ramifications Acadiennes dispersées ca en la sur les cotes du golfe, et aujourd’hui grâce en grand mesure a cet organe de l’opinion publique, nous avons la satisfaction de voir, au Nouveau Brunswick, a la Nouvelle-Ecosse et dans l’Ile Prince-Édouard, les descendants des premiers colons de l’Acadie abandonner l’insouciance on les avaient plonges les difficultés inouïes de leur existence parmi des races étrangères et souvent ennemies dans lesquelles ils sont si étroitement concernes.

En effet la Législature du Nouveau Brunswick ne contient pas moins de quatre acadiens français; députés par les comtes de Westmoreland, Victoria, Gloucester et Kent; le comte de Prince en envoie deux a l’assemblée de l’Ile au Prince Edouard; et dans la Nouvelle-Ecosse, Digby et le Cap Breton élisent, sinon les français du moins des hommes sympa thétiques aux Acadiens.

Aux Communes fédérales MA Renaud représente le comte de Kent.  Et nous devons dire ici que les Acadiens doivent se félicitera du choix de ce dernier pour les représenter aux Communes Canadiennes; leurs intérêts se sauraient a coup sur être mieux a avis.

Tont dernièrement encore le « Moniteur Acadien » a montre sa grand utilité d’une manière éclatante dans la question de l’Éducation qui agite le Nouveau-Brunswick depuis plus d’un an. Unissant sa voix a celle des Évêques et du clergé, le « Moniteur » proteste au nom du droit et de la justice contre l’usurpation indigne et impolitique commise au détriment de ses coreligionnaires par le gouvernement local, et ses efforts ont si bien tourne que les députés de deux comtes Acadiens, on du, pour échapper a l’indignation et an mépris publics, renoncer a appuyer ce gouvernement, qui les avait jusqu’alors comptes au nombre de ses amis.

La mission du « Moniteur Acadien » est belle, noble et grande; puisse-t-il s’en acquitter a l’avenir comme par le passe.

Pour nous, canadiens nous ne pouvons rester indifférents aux progrès qui s’accomplissent chez nos frères de l’Acadie et nous suivons avec le plus profond intérêt l’amélioration qui s’opère dans leur existence nationale.

Issue d’une commune patrie, frères par le sang, la langue et la religion, les Canadiens et les Acadiens doivent s’aider mutuellement et les uns se réjouir de l’avancement des autres. Réunis sous un même gouvernement par l’union de 1867, que les Canadiens ont plus que tous les autres contribue a faire consommer, nous devons leur tendre une main secourable chaque fois qu’ils auront besoin de nous.

Aussi les injustices faites au Acadiens dans la question des Écoles leur ont-elles acquis nos plus vives sympathies.  Nous sommes avec eux de cœur et nous les applaudirons dans leurs efforts pour obtenir le redressement de leurs griefs, nous les aiderons dans la mesure de notre position.

[Communique au « Courrier de St Hyacinthe »]


Announcing the publishing of the Trip Diary of Elizabeth Strickland Leitch, c 1908


In 1908 Elizabeth Strickland Leitch, wife of Judge James Leitch, kept a diary of some travel she took that year.  Her first trip was to the American south starting in Washington, DC and moving down to Florida.  Her next trip was to New Brunswick for a small coastal vacation, and on her return she went to Montreal to visit family.  Her last trip in this diary was to a summer hot spot in Prince Edward Island.

During these trips she made comments on the places and the people she met, all the while talking about her family – children and others, whom she kept in touch with almost daily while she was away.  The diaries are interesting commentaries, providing a look at how a prosperous older Canadian couple moved about,  what society they kept, their personal lives, and their feelings towards each other and their family.

I want to thank my cousin Deidre Bower for her giving me access to this precious  diary in 2008, and allowing me to transcribe it at that time.  I also want to thank her for her permission to publish the transcription on my blog page.  The link you will find above.  I wanted to share this diary with family and interested historians.  It is an interesting work, and deserves some consideration in relation to Canadian history of the early 20C.  Elizabeth Strickland Leitch was a woman of her time, and a part of a social network of politically connected conservatives in Ontario.  Her husband was a friend of Ontario Premier James Whitney, and had been appointed to the Ontario Railways Board two years before this diary was written.

I have annotated the diary through endnotes in order that those reading the document can understand some of her references to friends and family members.   This includes my great-grandparents Minnie and Will [which for me makes them feel much more real than their formal names Mary Jane and William) and my grandfather Hugh, whom I never met.  I hope that these prove useful to those reading the material.

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