I wrote of finding a little bit of history, a piece of ephemera, a 1942, WW-II ticket for a British bus line, in my first ‘Olio’ post. It had been used as a bookmark, and fell out of an old hardcover book that I was examining.
I first tried to give it to one of the 2 local museums. Originally called Kids Museum, it might have fared better in Waterloo, our northern Twin City. They’re a bit more financially and culturally superior. (Pronounced – ‘snooty’)
When not enough blue-collar kids visited it, they cleaned, repainted and added a bunch of dead machinery from now-closed local manufacturing plants, and called it themuseum – one word, all lower-case. Can you make out the name in the above photo?? It being a British artifact, they had no interest in the ticket.
Anyway, I contacted the other local museum. It used to be called Doon Pioneer Village, and focused on the local Mennonites in the 1880s, but also recently changed its name, to Doon Heritage Crossroads, showcasing the growing 1920s urban development.
Canada didn’t have the Roaring 20s, flappers, or bathtub gin; although a strong wind might reveal a Mennonite woman’s ankle, or a vat of sweet apple cider might accidently go hard. The ticket didn’t relate to their theme, and the only suggestion the curator had, was The Canadian War Museum in Ottawa.
There’s actually another ‘museum’ in Kitchener. It’s the Joseph Schneider Haus, built by one of the first settlers from Pennsylvania, in 1816, and still standing, in downtown Kitchener. It has people in 1850s period costumes, demonstrating pioneer life, which is one reason why the Pioneer Village became the Heritage Crossroads.
A year ago, the Grandson moved to Ottawa to be with his fiancée as she attended college. In August, the son drove him, and a bunch of his stuff, in the new sport-ute. Last October the son and I drove up another load of food and trivia. After a six-hour drive on the Saturday, we barely had time to unload, a quick visit, and back later for a restaurant meal.
JUST as we were leaving the house Saturday morning, the son wondered aloud, if we might have the time to visit The War Museum on Sunday. I ran upstairs and grabbed the ticket in its display frame, and brought it with us.
We did have time to tour the Museum on Sunday before leaving. Since it was Sunday, and no office staff was working, I carefully put the ticket in an envelope, and left it and a note, with Security staff. A couple of weeks later, I got a nice refusal letter from the Director of Acquisitions, who later mailed it back to me.
It relates to Britain, and World War Two, and The Canadian War Museum is about Canadian wars, starting with French-Indian Wars, then British-Indian Wars, and Indian-Indian wars, etc., etc., etc. Damn, we’ve had a lot of wars! It’s back on a shelf on my stairway landing, beneath an impressive photo of the Northern Lights. I can’t give this thing away. Perhaps I’ll contact the bus company – they’re still in business. Maybe they’d like it back.
About 30 years ago, one of the wife’s nephews met a girl from Ottawa here at University, and moved there to marry her. We hadn’t begun taking our trips, so we let the most worldly-wise of her sisters, book motel rooms for 7 couples, to attend the wedding.
The motel that the son and I stayed at was an unusual creature, a sprawling old, two-storey, semi-Tudor style building….with a modern, 7-floor tower, epoxy-glued to one end. But the tower was closed off, and not available to guests. When I asked why, the desk clerk told me that the 50-year-newer section was condemned.
It wasn’t till I got home and thought about it, that I realized that the now-condemned, haunted tower is where we slept, lo those many years ago. I wonder why it was condemned – and when?? 😯