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Teenagers in the Good Ol' Days

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Recalling the good times at the town hall,  Pearl McCaw Franko  writes:

I  remember going to movies in the town hall. We had to pay 25 cents. When Bob Maynes opened the 'real' theatre and only charged 15 cents, we couldn't believe how lucky we now were to have 10 cents to spend! Shannon's sold red rock cola for 5 cents.  Pop in the theatre was 10 cents. Real dilemma. McIntosh toffee was 5 cents. Those were the days.

During high school we lived for Friday night Teenagers at the Town Hall. I think it was Tommy Brooks who played the records we danced to. The girls lined up in seats on the right and the boys on the left side of the hall. They had to make that long walk across the floor to ask you to dance. Sometimes you were hoping the boy was headed for you and other times hoping he wasn't. After the dance we trekked to The Heights to dance some more to the jukebox tunes and have a coke and hamburger. Loved every minute.

CLICK HERE TO READ MORE ABOUT THE TOWN HALL HAPPENINGS.

Go west, young lady.

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The story of Margaret VanVolkenburg

It was not uncommon for early settlers in Upper Canada (Ontario)  to move on to the Prairie Provinces.  This article,  sent by Wayne Vanvolkenburg,  is the story of Margaret Vanvolkenburg,  the daughter of Nathan Vanvolkenburg,  who was one of the first settlers in Vansickle and Wayne's great grandfather.

 " Margaret VanVolkenburg, daughter of Nathan, was born on March 10, 1858, in Seymour Township.  She married Franklin Chadsey, on March 19, 1878, at the home of his aunt and uncle, Loren and Harriet Chadsey, at Hamilton Ontario.  They moved to Alexander Manitoba, near Rivers, in September 1879.  They lived in the upstairs of a log house owned by Mr. Hubbs.  Life at first was plagued by prairie fires and bands of threatening Indians.  Their daughter Lillian Elizabeth was the first white child to be born there on Dec. 28, 1879.  Their other children were: Ethel May, born 20 Nov. 1881, Thomas Roy, born 4 Oct. 1886, Beatrice, born 26 June 1893, and Berson Allen, born 2 July, 1895. They moved to a farm near Rivers and again to Oak River in Blanshard municipality, where he bought a homestead.

            With the outbreak of the Riel Rebellion and fearing for his families safety, he sent his wife and daughters Ethel May and Lillian back to Ontario.  Unfortunately, there was an outbreak of diphtheria at the time and Ethel May died on July 28, 1885, at Hilton. Margaret's brother James also died of diphtheria that same year.  Margaret sent tearful letters back home seeking assistance to deal with this situation.

            Grandson Dale Chadsey has a scrim-shawed power horn (1995) that belonged to Franklin. The powder horn now has a string attached to it, which wasn't always the case.  It originally had a brass cap and chain.  Apparently, Margaret, while there alone with her children, was confronted by some Indians at the doorway of their home.  The natives seemed to be fascinated by the blond haired children.  Margaret, fearing for their safety, tossed the brass chain to them.  Seemingly satisfied with this, they left.

            Roy was born while they were still in the Rivers area.  He homesteaded near Kenville, Manitoba in the northern bush country.  He later moved to a farm near Butte, where he later retired in 1961.  Beatrice, her husband and his father moved to B.C., where he worked as a carpenter.  Berson was trained as a barber, but had to abandon that trade after having a thumb shot off during the 1st. World War.  He ran the family farm for a while but later moved to Kenville Manitoba and then on to B.C.

            Most of this information is taken from letters from Margaret's granddaughter, Alma Warren, to Wayne VanVolkenburg."

O'Hara Homestead

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1950s

1990

This is a photo of where I was born - A 300 acre dairy farm in Southern Ontario Canada, the last of 5 farms over a 7 mile long dirt road. The nearest neighbor was a mile away and the road ended in front of our house. Forty head of dairy cattle were milked by hand twice a day by my parents. The back yard was very large it stretched to Hudson Bay hundreds of miles north very sparsely populated with a few roads.The land was settled in the early 1800's by John Plane father of Christmas Plane. John immigrated from England bought land for 50 cents an acre from the British crown and walked into the bush with his axe a bag of flour and and his wife Martha at his side (so the story goes.) I guess that makes them pioneers. My son Jonah and daughter Maryam were the first in the family to be born in a hospital setting and to go home to a house that had electricity. Every other Saturday we would all as a family go into town 10 miles away for some food and goods shopping and I would watch the TV in the store window (No Sound). Photo 1950's

(Lou Walter Wilson,  born on this O'Hara farm,  later moved to Matthew Street, Marmora,  and now resides in Philadelphia, Penn.)

Click here to see his photo album

 

Remember the 60's?

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Back in the 60"s  you'd snow mobile all day and nite . Meet about 100 machines, no trail permits, no license ,no insurance,no trails - tons of fun. Could buy a new machine from 500.00. Average day outing ,about 100 miles,plus Cherry Brandy..............And Imagine that , kids having fun! .... not a cell phone in sight.

Look who's making history! 100 Years Old this month.

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Jeannette Campbell's turning 100!

Jeannette Campbell's story began when her expectant mother, Lillian Greenwood, was crossing the Atlantic at the beginning of the First World War, following a holiday in England. Because of the German naval presence on the Atlantic, the passengers had to endure blackout conditions at night as well as the constant fear of attack. The safe return of Lillian and her husband, Dr. William Greenwood, to Saint Catharines, Ontario was followed some time later by the birth of Lillian Jeannette on April 26, 1915.
Jeannette and her older siblings, Carolyn and Bill, lived for much of their childhood in St. Catharines, When Jeannette was a young teenager, her widowed mother married James Parker, who was originally from Stirling. At this point, Lillian and her children moved to Toronto where Mr. Parker then resided. Mr. Parker had previously purchased his cottage (later named Ardrossan) on Marble Point Road from local banker, A.W. Carscallen, his former father-in-law. Thus began Jeannette's connection with Marmora and Crowe Lake.

For most of the year, the family lived in Toronto, but once summer arrived, they embarked on the long journey to Marmora, travelling by train to Bonarlaw, and from there by car to Ardrossan.
At that time, the Parkers had two employees, Jessie and her brother, who helped with the arduous running of the household. For indoor washing, water had to be carried up from the lake. Laundry was done on a scrub board in a tub at the back door, then lugged to the lake to be rinsed. Everyone bathed (with soap!) in the lake. Drinking water was hand pumped from the Bleeckers' well two doors away, then carried in buckets to the cottage kitchen. Meals were prepared on a wood stove.
The "young people" passed the long summer days swimming, playing croquet, and going for picnics by boat across the lake or far up Crowe River. Twice a week, they attended dances at the "pavilion" at Marble Point Lodge. Jeannette recalls, "One time, the Judge and Mother came up to see what we were doing. We were dancing to music supplied by live bands. It was fun! I danced with Sally Jones who was a good dancer. Everybody liked to dance with him."
After completing school, Jeannette became a secretary in an investment firm, and in 1940, married the dashing Irving Campbell. As a married woman, Jeannette was given special permission to continue working, and was responsible for selling Victory Bonds throughout WW 11.


After the war, Jeannette and Irv became the quintessential host and hostess, and the cottage was filled with the joy and laughter of their extended family and many friends.
When their daughters, Judy and Carolyn, were born, summer life at the cottage continued, and, as the girls grew, Jeannette and Irv witnessed the next generation immerse themselves in the glorious summers at Crowe Lake. With the advent of high-powered motors, the activities became faster and noisier.
in 1964, Jeannette and Irv purchased Ardrossan from Judge James Parker's grandson, Ronald, at a cost of $10,000. At this point they "modernized" the cottage by adding running hot water, an updated kitchen, and a new bathroom. Guests no longer had to venture outside to use the old three-holer outhouse.
Over the ensuing years, much has changed. Jeannette now watches her great grandchildren swimming and boating on Crowe Lake; but, much remains the same. Jeannette, at almost one hundred years of age, still spends summers at Crowe Lake and continues to delight in her family and the many other families along the shore.
On recent weekend spent at Crowe Lake, Jeannette said with her usual gusto, "Let's stay here!!"

George & Ivy Mantle

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James Dalton  writes:   George Mantle lived in Deloro, and as a Kid Mr. Mantle would take us to the theater in Madoc, as he was the projectionist for the theater. I will always remeber the first time i went with him. Showing that night was "Song of the South" Uncle Remus, Brer Rabbit and Brer Fox and Bear. Those images have stayed with me all these years, and for that I am ever grateful to George.

RJ Barnes added:   I am his granddaughter. I remember going to the Marmora theatre to watch Mary Poppins! My favorite movie at that time. I would help him clean the theatre after the show and he would dance across the stage singing the songs from the movie.

1892 Gold processed at the Pearce Mills in Marmora! Who knew?

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Allan Stacey of Chelmsford, ON writes:

For some time I have been researching Middleton Crawford, an inventor with a varied focus. His earliest invention was a cockle machine (US patent #285,344 patented Sept. 18, 1883 for a grain cleaning machine) while he was a resident of Wiarton, Ontario. Other inventions followed until July of 1891 when he patented a grinding and amalgamation mill for the processing of gold bearing ore. (US Patent #11,180 July 28, 1891) This first mill employed heavy steel balls circulating over a round trough, while a subsequent variation replaced the steel balls with rollers (Great Britain Patent #16,219 Aug. 25, 1894). In my research of the Belmont mine (Cordova)   I note that the South African General Exploring and Mining Company  of London England took up an option on the mine circa December 1891 and installed four Crawford mills  in a mill plant in the village of Marmora. The company purchased the patents for $500,000.

Another note dated winter 1892 says the four small ball mills (3 tons per day per mill) were set up in a sawmill that was idle during the winter. Ore was teamed by sleighs from the mines to the mill during the winter months.

Photo of Pearce Mills constructed on what is now the dam location. Visible is the west shore of Crowe River.



Joseph Hulsman Sr. 1939 & Deloro Stellite

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Kevin Hulsmans wrote to us with a request:

"My great grandfather Joseph Hulsmans worked at the Deloro Stellite mine as a tool and dye (machinist) from about 1920 - 1940 unfortunately I don't have any pictures of him. If someone could help me out that would be great. You can email me at cocoa_43@hotmail.com"


We found him one photo: 1939 Deloro Smelting & Refining Co display, Joseph Hulsman Sr. Does anyone know of any others?

The Armstrong Mill

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Jim Chard wrote:  In 1983-84, and the few years following that, some friends  and I followed the road from Twin Sister Lakes to the intersection with the Whetstone Lake - Armstrong Lumber Camp road. We would then travel to Carson Lake and marvel at the old steam saw mill beside the lake. The slab wood and mill cuttings boiler still stood. The timber frame mill still stood with the saw carriage still on tracks, the log conveyor still in place, coming from the lake. The lake would have never frozen in the winter because of the steam operations. The table chain conveyors used to move the lumber and slab wood away from the mill carriage was still in place. The lumber trim saws were still there. It was a wonderful site to be seen in the middle of nowhere.

My Grandfather worked at the Armstrong Lumber Camp. Went out to the Hastings Road, every weekend to retrieve the mail for the camp. That was axe, cross cut saw, and horse, days.

  

Bart and Elizabeth Gaffney

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Thomas Gaffney, Bart's brother, the little boy is John Clifford Thomas Gaffney, father of Mike Gaffney

I am not from Marmora, although I have been many times. I live in Belleville, originally from Bancroft. It seems as though I have relatives here. My grandfather was Thomas Gaffney, Brother of Bart Gaffney, who married Elizabeth Shields. I hope to visit Marmora again soon.  If there are any of Bart and Elizabeth's relatives who would care to contact me in the mean time, I can be reached at    mgaffney51@hotmail.com

Mike Gaffney

O'Connor House/ White Bear Hotel

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Margie Royle  writes:   That's the home I lived in until it was destroyed by fire on Feb 2nd,1961. It was built by my great grandfather Michael O'Connor and his wife, Elizabeth Wolfe. It was originally called The White Bear Hotel. It was situated right across the road from the train station. My grandfather, Ed O'Connor, ran it as a hotel, The O'Connor House, until, I think, 1912. ( The 'O' in the name wasn't caught in the picture so it looks like "Connor House') . Grampa married Maude Hogan in 1915 and they lived there until moving to McGill Street in town in the early 50s. Mom & Dad ( Breen & Lillian O'Connor) lived there after that until the fire.

A true St. Patrick's photo 1910

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Ronld Barrons writes:  Irish through and through, Charles Barrons and Delilah Mumby with their children circa 1910.   The children of Charles and Dililah are Ross, Demin, Effie, Joe, Jim, Harry, Murray, Milda, Stewart, Olive and Clifford. Only nine are shown and I do know if the list is by age or random.

(MHF note:  What a great photo!  Delilah's even wearing green!)

1974, ay? That's history, Mark Bennett!

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  • This picture was taken in the spring of 1974, nearing the end of my 2nd year at Queen's (hence the lovely jacket). I thought I was going to be a Biologist. You know, the second coming of Charles Darwin. Little did I realize that by the time I graduated 2 1/2 years later, you could swing a dead cat without hitting 3 or 4 unemployed biologists. The skinny kid from Marmora ended up starting his career as a lowly Engineering Tech. That started me on a path that had me work in every province except New Brunswick. I even spent some time on Sable Island (with the wild horses) recording sonic booms from the Concord, and at the northern end of Vancouver Island (Port Hardy) measuring runway roughness. In '82 I moved to Manitoba and settled into a real job. Started doing some environmental monitoring, a little closer to biology but still not quite there. Working as a Hazmat responder, starting with a major PCB spill on the Trans Canada Highway near Kenora, caused a pretty serious deflection into Emergency Management. In 1989 I was the Deputy Director of Manitoba EMO and was running the Provincial Operations Centre during the largest forest fire emergency in the province's history. In 1990 I switched jobs and became the Emergency Manager for the City of Winnipeg. I did a 3 week stint in southern Florida after Hurricane Andrew with the American Red Cross, and managed the City's Emergency Operations Centre (EOC) dduring the famous Red River Flood of the Century in 1997. That was pretty successful and I thought it might be a good time to get out of Dodge...Move to Calgary (1998) and brought the curtain down on my Emergency Management career as the emergency planner preparing the University of Calgary for Y2K. In 200 I started with the Bow River Basin Council and now I am actually getting to do some biology (25 years later). For instance next Tuesday I am attending a day-long workshop on the Westslope Cutthroat Trout Recovery Plan. Thus unfolded the twisted tale of the Charley Manson doppelgänger from Marmora. Cheers.

Rosetta (McKinnon) Kirkwood

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Rosetta (McKinnon) Kirkwood (sister of Wilma McKinnon's paternal grandfather)

Wilma Bush sent this information written by Kirk Tierney:

Rose Kirkwood was born a McKinnon, a successful Marmora clan of lumber, farming and mining men, originally from Prince Edward Island. She met Thomas M Kirkwood when he was working on the building of a railway between Kingston and Marmora, carrying ore and lumber. At the time, huge amounts of lumber were used in smelting ore, so the two went hand in hand.
Thomas M Kirkwood became a fast friend and business partner of Daniel Laughlin McKinnon, who later married Kirkwood's sister. In fact there were broad dealings between the Kirkwoods and the McKinnons, and multi-generation intermarriage. TMK and DLM worked in Sudbury, where they both carried out an ore-roasting contract, and stayed for nearly 30 years starting in the 1890's. There are Kirkwoods and McKinnons there still. They co-owned many businesses, including railways, mines, smelters, stores, ships, boarding houses and even a resort in the Sault.
Rose was a beautiful, strong-willed, wiley, and a woman of the emerging lands. She had a lot of real world knowledge compared the norm, but she was not a "finished" lady.

Anecdote from "Babs" Kirkwood, Rose's granddaughter:
Rose lived with us in Montreal, after the death of her husband. I remember that she had the devil in her at times. For example she really had Tom as her favourite, and he could do no wrong. Every meal, the girls cooked her food and set it on a tray for her, and brought it to her and propped her up and served her. But only Tom could take the tray away. Only Tom. And she almost always left him a dime for his efforts. That's just the way she was.

Anecdote from Diane Holmes Kirkwood, Rose's' granddaughter-in-law:
I hardly ever spoke with her, because she would never talk to me. About the only time I did was the first time we met. I was over at the Kirkwoods' place at Christmas in Montreal, well before Tom and I were even engaged. Rose looked at me, raised her finger to me and said "You'll never be allowed to marry my Tom, because you are a black Protestant !". And that was the last time we ever spoke.
(This is interesting, since half the Kirkwood family is Protestant and half Catholic. Rose's father-in-law was in fact educated to be a Presbyterian minister, while her mother-in-law was a Quebecois Catholic.)

Note from Ida Kirkwood Tierney, Rose's granddaughter:
Grandma was much loved, but sometimes very crusty. She loved plain truth. She had a lot of influence over her children and her husband.

Anecdote from J. K. Hollinghurst, RAF, Rose's granddaughter Kaye's boyfriend, in a letter to Kaye.
Tell Grandma that I think she's cute too, and be sure to say "How the hell are ya!?" to her for me.
She died at home, probably in Montreal West; she moved with the family into the Norgate flats in the same year as Ida and Bab's wedding.

Allan Stacey of Chelmsford added:  Kirkwood and McKinnon had a summer resort five miles west of  Sault Ste. Marie at Pointe aux Pins from early 1894 until sometime later when the main hotel burnt.
Alexander Kirkwood (b. 1822 d. 1901), Thomas's father, was responsible for advocating for preservation of forestland, resulting in Algonquin Park (ca. 1886). He was head clerk in the Ontario Crown Lands Department, retiring in 1900 after 47 years of service.
 

Note from Ida Kirkwood Tierney, Rose's granddaughter:
Grandma was much loved, but sometimes very crusty. She loved plain truth. She had a lot of influence over her children and her husband.

Anecdote from J. K. Hollinghurst, RAF, Rose's granddaughter Kaye's boyfriend, in a letter to Kaye.
Tell Grandma that I think she's cute too, and be sure to say "How the hell are ya!?" to her for me.
She died at home, probably in Montreal West; she moved with the family into the Norgate flats in the same year as Ida and Bab's wedding.

Allan Stacey of Chelmsford added:  Kirkwood and McKinnon had a summer resort five miles west of  Sault Ste. Marie at Pointe aux Pins from early 1894 until sometime later when the main hotel burnt.
Alexander Kirkwood (b. 1822 d. 1901), Thomas's father, was responsible for advocating for preservation of forestland, resulting in Algonquin Park (ca. 1886). He was head clerk in the Ontario Crown Lands Department, retiring in 1900 after 47 years of service.
 


 

Annette Taylor writes about Leo and Roger Provost

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Attached is a 1918 photo of my Uncle, Roger Provost, on the left and my Dad, Leo Provost, on the right. It was taken in Montreal at their first communion.
The beautiful clothing was made by their mother, Rose, who was also a great seamstress. Their boots were made by their grandfather, Etienne Grenier, who was a cobbler in Montreal.
Our father was born in 1910, and the boys were ages 7 and 8 when the photo was taken.
 

1922 Tornado in Cordova

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John VanVolkenburgh and Sarah Reid wedding day April 19 1893 Photo by Cunningham studio, Norwood & Hastings.

John and Sarah decided to abandon the property and move into half of a house in Cordova, owned by their daughter Alice and son-in-law Lewis Briggs.  Lew was a blacksmith by trade, having previously worked at a lumber camp at the Airhart ranch, north of Twin Sister Lakes.  Alice had previously worked there as well, as a cook.  John and Sarah lived the remainder of their lives at that location.

Back row, L to R.- Bill Magee, Charles Holland, Jack Hele, Bill Norton. C.R.- Theda Magee, Nora Norton. F.R.- Harry VanVolkenburg, Gladys Holland, Sarah VanVolkenburg, John VanVolkenburg, Vera Hele, Maude VanVolkenburg.

Wayne Van Volkenburg writes:       My grandfather John Wesley VanVolkenburg lived on a farm north of Cordova, at Lot 27 Con.1, Belmont. The lot was previously owned by his father Nathan, an early settler in that area.

In June 1922 a tornado and hailstorm blew the roof off their home and flattened the barn.  Hailstones the size of hen’s eggs were still evident a week later.  John junior (my father)  and his mother Sarah were travelling home from Marmora, by horse and buggy, when the storm forced them to seek refuge at the Maloney farm.

1901 John, Sarah VanVolkenburg, with children, Theda, Alice, May, and Harry (front)

All children  of John and Sarah  included :    Alice and John (twins who died at birth in 1893), Alice b. 1894, May b.1896, Theda b.1898, Harry b.1900, Gladys b.1902, Nora b.1904, Alexander b.1907, John b.1910 and Vera b.1912.

A Lewis Briggs story
On one trip from the Airhart ranch to his home, Lew came upon a man walking towards town. He stopped his buggy and asked the gentleman if he was tired of walking. He replied that he was indeed. Lew then said " Well then why don't you run for a while." He then drove away.
Lew purchased a new 1951 four door ford car. After purchasing some supplies at the Cordova store, he entered his vehicle, only to find that same man in the back seat. The locals sitting in front of the store found this quite amusing. Needless to say, Lew did not!

The VanVolkenburg family in Oshawa, Christmas 1947, John and Sarah in the centre

Bill & Jim Andrews and Darlene Newton, 1960

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Darlene Newton sent us this story:

This is Bill and Jim Andrews with Darlene Newton in 1960 taken at Bill's apt in Toronto......They all attended Marmora High School 1955-1956. Bill graduated in 1956 went on to be the Professor at the Conservatory of Music in Toronto (pianist). Has toured Europe and apparently wrote books on Music (he is on my right). Jim finished school in 1956 in Stirling and later moved to Toronto after taking a business course. He worked at the same company and is now retired and still resides in Toronto. Me, I also took business but, in Tweed. I have resided in Toronto, Nassau, Bahamas, Ottawa and California. I have been married twice..one child, a girl deceased at 26 (car accident).

Memoirs of a rink rat

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Wayne Vanvolkenburg writes:

I had little to do with the old “rink” until we moved to our new home on Pearce Street, c.1956.  It was hard to ignore the roof-raising noise that emanated from that location during a Trent Valley League game.  During the playoffs the volume was cranked up to a higher level still.  Some of the players that I remember from that era were: Ray Darrah, Earl & Gus Leonard, Bill Jones, Tom Parnuick, “Baldy” Brown, Bert Gray, Gord Holland, Al Killian and Bob Borland.

Unfortunately for me and my friends, we could not cover the admission charge. To overcome this obstacle, we devised a plan to help us gain entry.  One of our gang would enter the arena before the ticket booth was open.  He would then go to one of the back doors, unhook it and let us in.  We would then enter the area under the seats through the access door and wait for the game to begin.  After a quick check, we would emerge from our hiding spot and find a seat to watch the game.  This worked for a while until we found a guard in place when we tried to emerge from our hiding spot.  We decided to make our way, under the seats, to the other end of the arena and make our exit there.  After a somewhat difficult trip through all of the seat bracing, we arrived at the other end, only to find a guard there as well.  There was nothing left to do but endure an uncomfortable wait till the middle of the game when the guards were finally removed.  Needless to say, we abandoned this method.

Not to be defeated so easily, we devised a new plan.  We would simply wait at the door until the players arrived and then offer to carry in some of their equipment.  With a bundle of sticks on your shoulder and your head down, it was often possible get inside.  The success rate was largely dependent on who was at the ticket booth.  Tom Bedore and Leo Auger knew us too well and were not easily fooled!

Tom Bedore and Leo Auger with a Snofest Sales rep between them

When we were a little older there was finally a legal avenue open to us. You could become an official “rink rat” and clean the ice between periods and after the game.  Tom “pung” and Leo would sweep next to the boards while we used scrapers to push the snow in rows. A larger scoop was then used to pick up the snow in the rows.  Only the most senior person was elevated to the “scoop” position.  During my time it was Norm “snee” McFarlane.  Tom and Leo then applied a layer of hot water with the hand drawn flooder.

 Another fringe benefit from this job was the leftover hot dogs at the food booth.  Tom and Leo magically seemed to have enough left over for all of us.  Thinking back, their names were synonymous with the old arena.  Being painters by trade, they could lay down the lines with speed and accuracy.  Their skill was even more evident when they applied the curling circles. 

Eventually school work became more important and the “rink rat” ceased to be.

Logans in Marmora

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 From Chris Logan from Sudbury:

My father was Don Logan who passed away in November 2012. He was born and raised in Marmora. His father was Redmond Logan who lived where the nursery school is located on Forsythe St. In November of 1972 Don bought 66 Forsythe St. and renovated it bringing running water, plumbing and central heat to the house. I was born in 1973 and went to Sacred Heart school as did my father. We both had Verna Hughes as a teacher. Don worked at the Marmora Mine until it closed and was a member of the Lions club in the early 1980s.   Our family moved to Sudbury in 1984 to be closer to work for Don. The whole family always felt Marmora was home more than Sudbury.   Unfortunately for me, many of the properties in Marmora that had a lot of memories are now gone.  Redmond Logan's home burned down in the 1980s  (73 Forsythe) and was replaced with the Nursery School. In 2010 our old home at 66 Forsythe burned down, and my school Sacred Heart has been replaced.  but replaced with far better buildings. I miss dad mostly when it comes to finding things about Marmora and not being able to share them with him. He would have loved your facebook page and website.

Redmond Logan and Clementine Sept 14, 1931.jpg

Marmoraton Mining 1949-50 Joe Young and Don Logan diamond drilling

Digging Roman Catholic Church, 1950, Red Logan, Father O'Neill, Char. Clemens Sr., Arnie Vesterfelt,

Benjamin Logan Jr. writes: My gramma was Marie Logan and my grandfather was Dennis Logan. I remember going to uncle Redmans house and having ice cream. Thank you for the history.