Remembrance Day services Royal Canadian Legion Branch #36, Fernie
Remembrance Day Parade 10:30 am Parade forms up at the Legion 10:40 am Parade marches to the Cenotaph 10:55 am Cenotaph Service begins 11:00 am 2 minute Wave of Silence begins 11:20 am Parade forms up again and marches back to the Legion. An Ecumenical service will follow in the Legion Hall.
Royal Canadian Legion Branch #81, Sparwood 10:00 am
Service at the Senior Citizens Drop in Centre Parade formation after service 10:40 am Parade to the Cenotaph After parade Youth and adults invited to meet at the Legion
Royal Canadian Legion Branch #279, Elkford 10:00 am 10:45 pm 11:00 am
Service at the Elkford Alliance Church Parade to the Cenotaph Cenotaph Service
Remembering our Veterans this Remembrance Day
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Local Servicemen
Bernie N Kabel Bernie Kabel was born June 12, 1934 in McCreary, Manitoba. He enlisted November 1953 and Retired after 25 years on December 4, 1978 from PPCLI, Shilo Manitoba. Bernie Kabel now resides in Fernie at Rocky Mountain Village.
Master Corporal Jeff Rygaard
Jeff Rygaard is a local Sparwood boy.
Jeff has been to Quebec, Vancouver, England, Ontario, Ottawa, and has done a tour in Afghanistan. He is married and has a little girl.
Red and white poppies
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earing a red poppy for Remembrance Day on November 11 has been a tradition in this country for 90 years now. The white poppy, dating from 1933, has recently resurfaced, however. It is a way to remember the civilian victims of war. The two complement each other: the red for those who died for their country, the white for the hope of peace. Did you know that behind these poppy campaigns, both past and present, are some very committed women? The adoption of the poppy as a symbol of remembrance has international origins. The first person to use it in this way was Mrs. Moina Michael, a staff member of the American Overseas YMCA, during the last year of the First World War. In April 1920 she led a stirring campaign to have the poppy recognized as the official symbol of remembrance by the American Legion. At the same time, Mrs. Anna Guérin, from France, became an ardent defender of the poppy as the symbol that would help all citizens remember those who died in the war. The efforts of these two ladies were not in vain. The first “poppy day” was held on November 11, 1921, in France as well as in Commonwealth countries. Ninety years later, the poppy is still a reminder to us all. But we mustn’t forget that on November 11, 1933, the Women’s Cooperative Guild in the United Kingdom launched the white poppy campaign, symbolizing the will to work towards creating a world without violence, to resolve conflicts peacefully, and to remember civilian victims of war.
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shop promptly brought in the parts needed and had the car back on the n September, my wife, Linda, road! and I had occasion to spend I took the boys to the two weeks in Fernie while Fernie Miners Walk in our daughter and son-in-law were front of City Hall to away on vacation. With three lively learn about the city’s grandsons to care for -- age 6, 10 history. Built in 1905, and 14 -- there was never a dull the impressive stone moment! building survived the Early in our stay we got the devastating fire that boys started in school with the destroyed much of teachers’ strike having just ended. Fernie in 1908. Other Then we had opportunity to meet subjects for my camera teachers, and worked out the daily included flower baskets routines of making lunches, getting on Victoria Avenue, the boys off to school, and making “When we lived in historic buildings in arrangements for Taekwondo, Calgary,” said the Fernie, and the memorial trampoline and boxing classes. youngest grandson, statue of the soldier Our time in Fernie also provided “all I could see was commemorating Fernie’s the opportunity to get to know the buildings. In Fernie, losses in the First World city better by shopping at the stores War. Related to that, everywhere I look I can downtown, buying groceries, trying the boys and I made a see mountains!” some of the restaurants, and for me, visit to St. Margaret’s a good morning swim after seeing Cemetery, and when I We had an extra day to enjoy the the boys get to school, and aquasize showed them the grave scenery when the water pump on classes for Linda. Other trips to marker of Private J. our car failed just before we were Fernie’s excellent Aquatic Centre Dingsdale, they were to leave for home, but a local auto were fun for all of us. especially interested. The gravestone is in memory of a young soldier who lost his life when killed at the Battle of Somme on October 2, 1916. Also remembered The grave marker at St. Margaret’s Cemetery in Fernie for Private J. Dingsdale, on the grave marker is who was killed in battle in the First World War. He and his brother, Christopher, Photo by J. Chalmers the soldier’s brother, also named, lost their lives in their teenage years. Christopher, killed at several such cemeteries in Europe, He, along with the others named Coal Creek on July 4, 1910 at the age of 17. I wondered, I am grateful for the ways in which on the monument is not forgotten, could he have lost his life in a Canadian are remembered, even and perhaps somewhere in British coal mining accident? Although though they never returned from Columbia, there is family that remembers the young soldier who I thought he is buried in the war. My grandsons were intrigued to left Fernie a century ago and went cemetery, it would be unlikely that his brother, Private Dingsdale, learn of the young soldier. They overseas to defend the Empire. In were particularly interested in this 100th anniversary year of the would be buried in Fernie. A check on the internet web seeing the graves of other soldiers, start of the Great War, those who site of the Commonwealth War reading the dates of their deaths, never returned from it must not be Graves Commission confirmed my and wondering if they died in forgotten. As Remembrance Day suspicions. Private J. Dingsdale, active service, in battle, or lived service number 478918, served out a normal life. As for myself, I approaches, it is appropriate to with the Royal Canadian Regiment continued to wonder -- what was honour the men and women who have served Canada’s armed forces and is buried in Courcelette British Private Dingsdale’s first name? I found my answer at the in time of conflict and peace, Cemetery, near the village of Courcelette in the Somme district memorial on the grounds of the especially those who gave their of France. There the grave of impressive 1909 Fernie Court lives to protect the life we enjoy Private Dingsdale is one of 1,970 House, where the statue of a soldier today in Canada, and to appreciate Commonwealth servicemen buried stands upon a monument that the splendour of the timeless near the scene of battle during the honours the men of Fernie who mountains of Fernie. war. Like other military cemeteries fell during the Great War. Among Author note: John Chalmers is a in Europe, the graves of those the names of all those young men, The war memorial on the grounds of the Fernie Court House names who are buried there are cared carved into the stone, is that of Joe writer and historian who lives in all the young men of Fernie who gave their lives in the First World for in perpetuity. Having seen Dingsdale. Now I know his name. Edmonton, Alberta. By John Chalmers Submitted
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We have been to Fernie before to see our family, and again appreciated the clean streets and the breathtaking mountain scenery that surrounds the town. We never tire of seeing the Ghostrider make an afternoon appearance on Mount Hosmer, or looking up at the Three Sisters, sometimes known as Trinity Mountain, I am told. I asked the boys what they liked most about Fernie. “When we lived in Calgary,” said the youngest grandson, “all I could see was buildings. In Fernie, everywhere I look I can see mountains!”
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Royal Canadian Legion Branch #81 10:00 a.m. Church Service, Seniors drop-in centre at 101 Pine Avenue 10:45 a.m. Parade formation after service 10:55 a.m. Cenotaph Ceremony, march back to the seniors drop-in centre, hot chocolate for the participating youth. A hot meal at Michel-Natal Branch 81, 117 Centennial Square.
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Crossing the Bar By Anne Gafiuk Submitted
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eorge Crewe passed away on March 6, 2014, in Fernie, British Columbia at the age of 91. He was a kind, gentle soul, with an impish side to him, too. He wasn’t a tall man and suffered from gout, making his hands gnarled, contributing even more to his elfin appearance. He never lost his sense of humour, nor his way with words. He was a consummate storyteller and had the greatest expressions. I was privileged to record his experiences. ‘My sailor’ is how I started to refer to George E. Crewe to friends and family.
I remember the first day I met George. I brought with me a lemon meringue pie. One friend commented how my baking was a foot in the door. For the past few years, I have been researching aircrew of the Royal Canadian Air Force during World War Two, as part of a fictional story I plan to write, based on a young pilot from Southern Alberta. A mutual friend suggested I meet George, as George was with the Royal Canadian Navy
(RCN) during the Second World War. To meet him might take me in a totally different direction, but I thought, “Why not?” I remember the first day I met George. I brought with me a lemon meringue pie. One friend commented how my baking was a foot in the door. It worked with Gordon Jones, ‘my pilot’, and the subject of Wings Over High River. I hoped it would work with an old tar, too.
“No one has your stories, George.” He pondered that statement. “I’ve never been interviewed before,” he told me. “No magazine or newspaper has ever contacted me.” Once we were settled in at George’s compact senior’s apartment in Jaffray, BC, with a perplexed look on his round face, he said, "You've got me buffaloed, Anne.” He paused, “You know what that means don't you?" "Yes," I replied. "Why don't you go to a museum....the one there in Calgary on Crowchild Trail? Why come to me?" "No one has your stories, George." He pondered that statement. “I’ve never
been interviewed before,” he told me. “No magazine or newspaper has ever contacted me.” At first, George was hesitant but as we started chatting that morning, I could sense him relaxing. The stories started to ebb then flow. We took a break for lunch, returned to his suite, had the pie, and we continued on until early evening, the tales surging, almost overflowing, until I had to depart. I visited with George a few more times in the last couple of years, collecting his stories and the following are only a few of the tales from a ‘Terra Firma Tar’. George proudly hailed from landlocked Lethbridge, Alberta. At the age of 17, he joined the Royal Canadian Navy and became a Boy Telegraphist. I asked him why he chose the navy over the army and the air force. “When I was about ten years old, I was given the gift of a book called My Picture Book of Sailors. I always attributed that to me joining the navy. I guess the stories and the pictures fascinated me. I still have the book. I wouldn’t part with it for $1,000,000! “After I joined the navy, in 1940, that is the first time I saw the ocean in Esquimalt. I was permanent force. I had to sign on for seven years. There were two groups: the RCN were permanent. The RCNVR (Royal Canadian Naval Volunteer Reserve), they were the ones that signed on during the war.” He had his opinions about those who did
join the air force. “I think back in the navy, they were very strict, more than in the air force. As far as I was concerned, the air force personnel were a bunch of wimps. They had a bed to sleep in every night, and sheets!” He then laughed, “I wouldn’t admit it if I knew an air force guy!
“I think back in the navy, they were very strict, more than in the air force. As far as I was concerned, the air force personnel were a bunch of wimps.”
“One of the things and this will shake you to the roots! We got $15 per month when we were under 18. But you were not old enough to spend $15. They saved $10 for us. When you turned 18, you received your back pay. So you had $5 per month to spend. It worked out. We only got out of barracks once or twice a week, depending upon the watch you were on. When you turned 18, you got $37.50. I used to send some home to my mother and I would spend the rest.” George told me about his training as well as the day to day routines of being in the RCN, including how they had to sleep above the mess tables. “The first six weeks was basic training, then we went into our classes and that lasted about eight months.”
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Crossing the Bar Continued from page C4 I learned about clews and hammocks, sailors’ uniforms and their kits. “Friday the 13th, black cats, don’t go under a ladder? I’ve always believed that,” said George, this time without humour. “There was a superstition: you do not place your navy hat upside down and on the bed. Definitely not on the bed! Our captain: if we came in on a Friday, he would talk his way out of it. We would never sail on a Friday. “You know the canned milk? If you opened a can upside down, someone would take it and throw it overboard. It was bad luck.” George kept a talisman. “I call it my good luck charm. I got it from an Indian in Lethbridge when I was a kid. I kept it with me all my navy years. I think that is what saved my life! I’ve kept it all these years.” I was curious about what he meant. George became sombre when he told me a few harrowing events. “These stories will curl your hair and then straighten it out again! “We were in a storm and I happened to go out on deck. A depth charge had got loose and there were a couple of guys wrestling with it and I went to help them. I slipped and broke my collar bone and the depth charged rolled over my toes. They were crushed. And I broke a tooth and hurt my back. We were at sea and we didn’t get in for another two or three weeks. We didn’t have an attendant or medic on board. “Another time, I was aboard The Quinte. We just finished a refit and we were going from Lunenburg
to Picton to get some equipment on board. This was in the end of 1942 and when we left Lunenburg, I was on the radio. The captain said, ‘I’ve got to send a message.’ “I said, ‘Well that’s fine.’ The message read: ‘The forecast is for a big storm. We have not got enough oil if we run into trouble. Request permission to come into Halifax and oil up’. “They sent the message back. ‘Sorry. You’ve got to keep going.’ We kept going. We got off Cape Breton Island...and we ran out of oil. We got pushed up against the rocks. Punched a hole in.....” George paused for a minute or so, taking some deep breaths, and apologized, tearfully, before composing himself. “Anyway, we ran out of oil and luckily, there was another tug and two barges in the same area. The tug couldn’t control the barges and they got pushed up on the shore, and the tug, too. When I sent the signal, I tried to raise Halifax. There is something called the ‘skip distance’. It has something to do with the atmospherics. And the only station I contacted – and it might be hard to believe – but it was Simonstown, South Africa! “They picked up my
signal and gave me a receipt and they transferred it to Gibraltar, to London to Halifax. And I had a reply back within half an hour. The captain and I were the last two to get off ! We stayed with the ship for two or three days and we went back to Halifax by train from St. Peter’s. When we got back to Halifax, the ship’s company was sent this way and that way and every way. I never saw anyone afterwards.” 1
George became sombre when he told me a few harrowing events. “These stories will curl your hair and then straighten it out again!” George was very much a people person. He met numerous people throughout his wartime years: his crew aboard The Quinte, “my love as far as the ships were concerned,” he said, a US Navy cook from the Southern States while in Boston, a Scottish woman who made him shortbread while George was at Scapa Flow, trading his rum rations for butter, sugar and flour, smuggling them off the ship. In exchange, George was made to swear
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he would not tell the recipe to anyone. He kept that promise until he shared the recipe with his wife, Evelyn, then daughter, Catherine, and granddaughter, Elleda. Then there was the man in Lunenburg, Nova Scotia, who, after the war, built George a model of the Bluenose, one of George’s prized possessions. “I was very foolish in those days. There were a lot of people I should have kept in contact with. Just for that reason...I met so many people and I didn’t – and I’ve been sorry ever since.” He has crossed the bar. Smooth sailing ahead, George. Footnotes. 1. The Bangor class minesweeper Quinte (I) entered service early in WWII. Built on Canada’s west coast and having served on the east coast, she rescued a grounded British Aircraft carrier in the Caribbean and escorted many convoys. Because of a series of unfortunate events, she was accidentally grounded
on a rock off Cape Breton and slowly sank on a beach. She was refloated and brought to the St. Peter’s Canal, where she has the dubious distinction to be the only Canadian warship to sink twice in 10
days, since she then rolled on her side and sank for a second time. Quinte was eventually refloated and repaired, and still finished the war as an active warship.
Writer Profile Anne Gafiuk has loved to write for as long as she can remember, starting with handwritten letters to family and friends as a child and continuing today, staying connected with email, as well as with the traditional pen and paper. She was an elementary school teacher for almost fifteen years, promoting the joy and beauty of the written word with her students; she contributed to newsletters and created teaching units for her colleagues. Later, while taking on the role of full time mom with her active family, she started freelancing parttime, writing about houses, condos, their owners, and communities for Resorts, Okotoks Living, Condo Living and New Home Living, based out of Calgary. She is the author of Wings Over High River, the story of A. Gordon Jones, a WWII Pilot Instructor. Anne continues to research pilots from the Second World War for a novel set in Southern Alberta. Other projects involve WWII correspondence, a war-time scrapbook and an RCAF WWII Accident Proneness Report. www.whatsinastory.ca anne@whatsinastory.ca
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The Locket By Allan Gallant and Sanne de Groot Submitted
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s the battles of WWII raged on, a young infantryman of the Royal Newfoundland Regiment made a promise to keep his mother and family close to his heart. That vow was sealed with a delicate gold locket tucked away in the folds of his uniform. He made other promises, to King and country, taking him to the deadly skirmishes in Europe. From September 17-25, 1944 he participated in the Battle for Arnheim, just outside of Oosterbeek, the Netherlands. This was one of the last major successes for German forces. Of the 10,600 Canadians of the 1st Airborne Division who charged, only 2,400 returned, the rest killed or captured. It is here, during this fevered fight that gaps in our puzzle emerge. At some point during those 8 days the young man took shelter beside the remains of a downed glider, but then…
It was there, near the remains of a downed glider, that he found a small treasure. Amidst the wreckage was a shining golden locket. Not long after the wounded and dead were
shuttled from the scene a local man, Kobus Harbers picked his way through the cratered fields. It was there, near the remains of a downed glider, that he found a small treasure. Amidst the wreckage was a shining golden locket. Inside was a piece of paper torn from a calendar. On one side was written: Newfoundland, Canada; on the other were two names: R.G. Breens and A.C. Brien. It would be wonderful, he thought, to somehow find the rightful owner or his family and return the locket as a small gesture of gratitude and appreciation. As the years passed, the locket and the daydream remained in Harbers’ safekeeping, although his goal remained unfulfilled. After his death, his daughter, Annie van der Kamp bequeathed the locket, and along with her father’s dream, she passed on the locket to her daughter Trudy Richel - van der Kamp. Fast forward now, to 2006. Sanne de Groot was about to leave the Netherlands to travel across Canada. Before she left, her grandmother Trudy Richel- van der Kamp remembered the locket and the family’s quest to find the soldier, who owned the locket. Sanne accepted the quest, set off
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to Canada and settled in Calgary, AB. She began working for a local fitness centre. It was there that she met Allan Gallant, director of the Aero Space Museum of Calgary. One day, Sanne told Allan the story of the locket and asked him if he might be able to help her. Allan invited Sanne to meet him at the Aero Space Museum as the story had sparked his interest and he wanted to help her solve the mystery. Books in the museum library and searches on the Internet were of no help. They knew nothing about the origin of the locket except for the two names from Newfoundland and the battlefield where it was found. Allan researched the Battle for Arnheim and, except for a renewed respect for our Canadian soldiers, came up empty handed. Internet searches for the names gave no revelations, except that an ordinary soldier was rarely granted the foothold in history that his officers were. All they had left to research was Newfoundland. A few phone calls had Allan chatting with Melanie Tucker, a staff member at the Provincial Archives in Newfoundland.
Melanie was eager to help and set off searching through all of the WWII records at her disposal. Two and a half weeks later Allan’s phone rang. The message was abrupt and astonishing. “Allan, it’s Melanie. We found him.”
Two and a half weeks later Allan’s phone rang. The message was abrupt and astonishing. “Allan, it’s Melanie. We found him.”
The once anonymous A.C. Brien was Augustus Brien, an artilleryman transferred into the Royal Newfoundland Regiment and shipped overseas. He was one of the fortunate few to walk away from the Battle for Arnheim. Upon his return to Canada he moved to Edmonton but, sadly, passed away in 1992. The search was far from over though. Augustus may be gone but what of his family? Using Internet websites Allan searched for the surname Brien in Edmonton and was rewarded with five phone numbers. On a lark, he called the last one first. On the other end was a woman’s voice, clearly from the east coast. Allan identified himself as a director with the Aero Space Museum in Calgary looking for the family of Augustus Brien. The woman paused briefly and spoke, “I’m Jean Brien, his wife.”
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Trudy and Paul Richel (Sanne’s grandparents).
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Continued from page C6 Not even at her own house that afternoon, Jean was babysitting her grandchildren. Allan told her the story of Sanne, her grandmother and great-grandfather, and how the locket was currently in Calgary, only hours away. Although unfamiliar with R.G. Breens, Jean did clear up one mystery. She explained “I didn’t meet Augustus until 1952 so the locket wasn’t mine but was his mother’s.” Jean wondered aloud what might become of the locket now. Allan told her the goal for Sanne and her family was to return the locket to its rightful owners. Soon after, Sanne talked with Jean over the phone and made her way to Edmonton to meet the family of Augustus Brien. Three generations were there to exchange stories and photographs and enjoy a
family barbeque. Finally, Sanne produced the locket from within the folds of the tissue paper in which it was long kept and placed it into Jean’s hand. Later, Jean said “The feeling that went through me when that locket touched my skin was chilling and unbelievable. All that way after all that time.” After 62 years it was where it belonged. Jean quickly put the locket into her purse, not even letting her daughters handle it; not just yet. The following weekend Sanne was scheduled to fly to the Netherlands to bring her family a surprise visit. Her grandparents had no idea she was coming and that she had an amazing story to tell. From the corner of a battlefield in WWII Europe, through four generations and two nations, a shared dream had come to fruition.
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Sanne (middle) with Jean (on Sanne’s left).
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On November 11, we remember all of the brave men and women who sacrificed everything for us to be free.
J.C. Deed David Logan Frank Townsend Frank Herron Adam Howieson Andrew Cameron Garfield Mitchell James Scott J.J. Hixon T.J. Smith L. Tebo Thomas Wakelem John F. Annan G. Chedgy Joe Dingsdale Robert Connell William Fitzgerald Walter Harrison William Forsyth T.S. Ingram Pete Kennedy Harry James Thomas Martin Jock Kellog James Hixon Harry S. Branch John Myers N. Alke William Prince William McArthur Harry Zuince Hugh McLarkey Leonard Richardson Thomas Sowers Nathan Riley James Steele James Harrison Norman McBean J. Steele
Robert J. Black John B. Cartmell Joseph Fearon James Corrigan Robert Forsyth James Gorrie Kenneth C. Carson R.R. Henning Angus Dunlap Charles Hunnable Thomas Martin Stewart G. Corsan Joseph Leyland Peter Joinson Hector Murray Murdock McKay Thomas Shields Pasquale Perri William Peet Holden D. Stewart William Richardson William Wilson J.J. Martin Sam Poxon Charles Young Richard Strain John Anderson Thomas Dixon J.M. Murphy Arthur Slade Earnest Wilson George Evans John T. Dixon Jock Anderson John Appleby T.W. Stephens Cecil Holmes William McGuire Arthur Hopwood John Bough
T.A. Fitzgerald James Corrigan Peter Green Sydney McHugh Alex Bunch William Phillips Thomas Wood F.M. Whitlow Charles Clarke Thomas Phillips James Raven John Gaskell A.G. Smith William Grant
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Ronald Brewer Frank Corrigan Thomas FitzPatrick Paul Frayne William Gill James Howell Leslie Hunter Frank Ingram Peter Kane William Klauer William Mahoney Jack McCluskey James McLean Peter Stefik John Swope Alex Swiderski Frank Townsley Earl VanBuskirk Dean Washburn Fred Worth
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