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This is Google's cache of ”a Web Page” as retrieved on 3 Oct 2004 20:02:24 GMT. The letter was probably written in 1998.

Open Letter to the Residents of Arundel & Weir

"I need your help"

I have a dream, this is to make Beavan and Round Lakes the safest, cleanest, fun lakes around.

Part of this dream would include:

  1. Approach Mrs. Joanne Zorzi with a proposal to purchase a portion of her beach (Sandy Beach) which is located at the South end of Beavan Lake. If successful we would clean and restore this beach to the way it was when I was a kid. This beach would be a gift to you, your children and theirs to enjoy for all time.
  2. Make and effort through volunteers to remove any garbage in or on the shore line of the lakes. This would take place every second Saturday morning during July and August 1998. I have permission from Mr. Alfred Morrison on Beavan Lake and Mr. Wayne Maddison (formerly Tara Lodge) on Round Lake to use their beaches as pick-up points.
  3. Promote safe boating through education i.e. slow speeds near shore lines, higher speeds needed for skiing, tubing etc. in the centre of the lake or in areas with no houses.
  4. Approach Mr. Alfred Morrison with the idea of having an Annual Regatta type fun day on his beach, the way it used to be. This could be a day to meet your neighbours both old and new, have games for the kids, i.e., swimming races, volleyball, horshoe tournament, corn roast etc. or anything else that would make it an outing for all to enjoy.
  5. Through water testing identify areas of highest pollution and without finger pointing, or name calling, look for a way to clean it up.
  6. An Annual Fishing Derby (catch and release only) with a portion of the money collected going towards restocking the lakes.

This is not my complete dream, it is only the beginning. Right now the most important thing is moral support from the community. If you share the same feelings towards the lakes as I do, and would be interested to help out in any way, please call or write.

Bob Parkinson
30 Thompson Road
Weir Qc.
J0T 2V0
819-687-8181

I don't know how or when I am going to fulfill this dream. I only know I am going to make an effort starting today.

The ideas expressed in this letter are those of the author.


Various Links

Books About Quebec

Wiki - Arundel, Quebec

Chantecler Presents: A Chronicle of Lower Canada

Morgan: A Chronicle of Lower Canada

Arundel, Quebec

Montreal and Quebec Reading and Travel Guide

Quebec's Struggle for Nationhood

April Wine Tribute Site

The Dudes

The Wackers

THE OLD MILL SUMMIT INTERVIEW - David Henman

Morgan Highland Farm

The Lost History of Weir

Satellite installation in Weir

Rock Climbing in Weir, Quebec

Weir, Quebec Area Guide


History of Arundel

A description of the early stores will no doubt be interesting to the reader. The typical store, which usually occupied one large room of the merchant's dwelling, was called a "general store", that is, the storekeeper sold everything required by his customers. One must realize in those days, the needs of the people were quite simple. The clothes were mostly hand-made by the women folk, some spun their own yarns. Fruits and vegetables were grown, but all goods were purchased locally as there were no mail order companies, and the farmer did most of his trade by bartering. The store was usually fitted out with a large counter on which rested the scale, an old balance arm type, and under the counter was a wooden till to collect the change. To one side of the counter, to catch the customer's eye would stand twenty-five pound, open boxes of prunes, currants and raisins.

These were usually covered with a loose piece of glass but the customers often lifted this to "sample" the contents. Further along the counter would be a large round cheese, and twenty-five pound pails of candies, also biscuits, of what was called the "village type", a sort of hardtack which came in large barrels and sold for eight cents a pound. The vinegar and molasses barrels rested on stands at the rear of the store. A barrel of pickles stood near the counter. The day of packaged goods had not arrived, everything such as rice, barley, oatmeal, sugar, tea, etc. was received in bulk. These were kept in barrels near the counter to be weighed out as needed. The wall behind the counter held some shelves, on these shelves stood a few canned goods such as beans and tomatoes.

The hardware display hung on the walls. Thius consisted chiefly of axes, saws, broad axes (now unknown), forks, scythes, wooden hay rakes, forks for handling manure, known as "grapes", why? no one knows; also harness parts, horse blankets, horse shoes, nails etc.

If the store was large enough the groceries were left on one side, while on the other side stood a counter and shelves to hold a display of dry goods, materials by the yard, hats, shoes etc. This side of the store was handled by the merchant's wife, especially around the busy pre-Christmas season. One would often see the baby asleep in its crib behind the counter.

There had to be a small stock of medicines such as linaments, epsom salts, crude castor oil and Belladonna plasters for sore backs.

Soaps were sometimes sold, but the housewife usually made her own. The popular brands were Sunlight, Comfort and Castille.

Usually an attached shed stored the frozen foods in winter and various types of oil. Fish, only one kind, herring, came packed in brine barrels.

The centre of the store was usually reserved for the furniture display. This consisted of a few dressers, chairs and tables. Also a bed in case some young man decided to get married and start housekeeping.

The store was lighted with coal oil lamps. The huge ball of string strood on the top shelf, the string unwound, passed through a screw eye on the ceiling and dangled within easy reach of the storekeeper.

The heating system was very crude but effective, a large cast iron stove that took or three foot wood, and which could be safely heated red hot, stood in the centre of the store. In the winter, a wire was strung over the stove to dy the mittens and extra socks the customers wore to keep warm. In the evenings there were usually a few of the village cronies gathered around the stove, discussing everything in general, while they smoked and spit delicately against the red hot stove. The deliberate pause following a "direct hit" served to emphasize the speaker's point.