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Monday, 25 December 2023
Thursday, 9 November 2023
CLARA PATON
Clara Patton (Randall)
Born -----------------------1925
Father: Roy
Randall,
Mother: Melvin
Theresa
Sister: Dorothy Randall
(Salo)
Date: February 7th
2006
What brought your
father to Nipigon?
My father was a
black smith and had to find work. We came in 1939; I don’t know if he came in 1939
as he was already here when my mother sister and I came. He may have been here in 1938 I don’t know.
You came here
from?
Okay where were we
living oh
Who came with you?
Mother and Dorothy.
What was your
Mother’s name?
Melvina Theresa
How old were you
when you came to Nipigon?
Well I was born in
1925 that would make me 14, Dorothy was born in 1934 that would make Dorothy
five.
Where did you
live?
First we lived
down by the CN tracks, over there under the bridge in a shack. I don’t know how
long we were there I don’t remember being there in the winter so I think we moved
before winter.
Did your Dad work
for someone?
Well he came here
to look for work he was a blacksmith he’d have to work in the bush he worked
for Don Clark that I can remember.
You know that
house where a Borsk girl lives (Marcia) that is where Don Clark lived.
Then I don’t know who he (Dad) worked for
after but he worked on the boats down there at the dock. Dad always wore an
engineer cap. Mac McCullough would be an operator and Carl Ringham would be a
machine operator. We are looking at an old picture of a boat and a few men, one
that is Clara’s Dad.
Did you go to
school?
I went to school
in
Mother did leather work and she made jackets.
She had to use sinue and square needles they were triangular had three sides
she did bead work too. She was a very talented seamstress.
Was you Mom
Native?
Yes she was, she
was my adoptive mother and so was my natural mother native. She was dark so she
had to have some native in her she came from Treherne
I worked at
Zeckner’s and I was a cookie out at a camp in the Black Sturgeon some place for
one winter then came back to Nipigon.
How did you meet
your husband?
Oh he came back
from the army. I guess I used to go down and visit Mrs. Patton before that.
They lived down there in the area where Smutylo’s(101Railway) live. There used
to be quite a few houses in that area. There was Gordon’s she used to be a
nurse. His name was Stan Gordon I can remember his name but I can’t remember
her name.
I can remember
Clyde’s sister Ann lived in
Tell us about work
Clara?
I started at
Once we were done at
I think I was hired in 1975 at the plywood
mill I can’t remember; I had my accident in 1979. I went back after my accident
I had a hook still have it in the drawer I don’t use it any more though I don’t
need it.
You retired in?
What was it like
down town?
Of coarse all the
bars were booming there was the Nipigon Inn, International, the Ovillio and The
Normandie. That’s where we went a lot when
What Year did
I don’t remember I
know he was in that bedroom in there and he was not feeling good. I guess he lay
down and I heard a noise or something and I called the doctor because he would
not answer me. I forget who the doctor
was a tall skinny guy probably Workington, he lived some place up there (points
up towards McKirdy. Probably it was Dr. Workinton because Dr. Harvey was here
at the time. Then they took him to the hospital and I drove there and they
looked at him and he had a ruptured artery going into the stomach or something.
They could not fix him. They took him up town and I drove behind and by six in
the morning he was gone. I drove up by myself then Archie and Dorothy came up
because I called them.
They came and then
Dorothy drove my car and Archie drove whatever they had. I think it was 1975
when he died.
Claira lives at
Claira has two
nephews and one niece through her sister Dorothy (gone) and bother in law
Archie Salo. They are Ron and Jim Salo and Lori (Salo) Davies. Claira also has
relatives in
Tuesday, 7 November 2023
Flossie
FLOSSIE
AKA COLIN CAMPBELL
“Upon the wicked He shall rain snares, fire, and brimstone,
and an horrible tempest: this shall be
the portion of their cup.”…Psalm 11
Father of the east, give me strength. …Flossie
NORTHWEST IN ONTARIO
To most people Flossie is a queer. Some of them even fell sorry for him. What they think about him doesn’t bother him
at all, in fact he couldn’t care less.
Chances are he doesn’t even bother to think about it. But this doesn’t mean that he doesn’t think,
because he does.
As Flossie crunched along the gravel roadside he couldn’t
help wondering why the town clerk had been over to talk to him today. The fellow usually ignored him, but today he
had stopped to ask questions. Now,
Flossie didn’t mind answering questions, but he often wondered why people asked
them. This fellow, Tort was his name,
wanted to know how many relatives he had and if Flossie had any dependents,
it’s a darn good thing he didn’t have any either, Flossie thought, because they
would be starving right along with him.
Right then a pickup truck pulled over just in front of him and the man
poked his head out the passenger side window.
“You want a ride the rest of the way?”
The two men sat in the truck as it picked up speed, neither
one of them willing to start the conversation.
Flossie looked out his window at the grey leafless, poplars and birches. Only the Evergreens didn’t seem barren, only
they could hold enough moisture in their trunks to outlast this cold, dry
winter. There was enough precipitation,
no doubt about that, but it was all frozen. Suddenly the driver broke into his
thoughts, “You’ll want off at the
crossroads eh?”
Flossie answered, “Yes if the wind doesn’t blow us off the
bridge.”
“Or we may get hit by a flock of geese,” the driver chuckled
This wasn’t as funny as it seemed, because at this time of
year, with everything flying south the wat it does, and with them flying down
the valley of the river, they’d have to
climb pretty quick and pretty high to get over the bridge. One Indian fellow got fined just last week
for hunting on a government bridge.
As they drove along Flossie began to talk to his
companion. “Guess we’ll be getting a lot
of frost this winter.”
“Yes,” answered the man, “ The Indians say there’s gonna be
a lot of snow too on account of the geese took flight so early.”
“Guess the cold gets you pretty hard down there by the
river,” he added.
“Your health is your wealth, “ Flossie responded. “If you’re
healthy you don’t need wealth.” “Your
sins are the cause of your bad health.
Look at me, I’m sixty-three, and I get up at 4:30 every morning to chop
my wood, then I have to walk into town.”
The way Flossie rambled in, it was not hard to see why
people wondered.
Flossie was about to tell him how he was a member of the
Round Church and how the devil couldn’t back him into a corner, but the fellow
was slowing down for his road so he didn’t have time.
His gravel toad petered out and the old logging trail was
clothed in deepening shadow as the old man shuffled off into the dusk. In the
distance he could hear his river as it boiled and eddied on its way to the
great fresh-water sea. Directly across
from the town, his settlement clustered on a slanting deposit of river silt.
Slowly his buildings settled as the back on which they were perched slid towards the river. The old man turned off the road and down his
trail. His cabin had been built far back
from the river by the first of its many occupants. In the Spring, when the river was in flood,
the rotting west wall was in danger of
being washed at high tide. As he
unlatched the plank door he became aware of the sweet raw odor of blackberries
and honey that spoke of bear. He had likely frightened it away when he came
down the path.
After eating a plate of noodles and drinking a cup of coffee
he went out to cut the wood for his night- fire. As he lifted his axe from the splitting
block, he thought, aloud. “This old axe has done many a job for me. Thank you axe, for you saved my life from
cold and taught me to laugh when your head flew off and put a hole in my
outhouse roof – but what a job it was to
fish it out of there.”
The old man chose a straight-grained block as his first victim. They are much easier to split than the ones that are knot-twisted. The twisted, branching birch grew around
close, but he had to go a long way to find a straight, fat swamp- birch.
As he chopped, he thought.
Those kids were a lot of trouble to him whether they meant
to or not. He would never be able to
forget the time last winter when one of them put some soap flakes in his
salt. Kids are usually that way
when they’re young; but it had been pretty hard on him for a couple of weeks until he found out
what was wrong. He had to ask Joe at the
garage to leave the toilet door unlocked, and even then he didn’t make it in
time a lot. Wore out four good pairs of
drawers that winter. But, he was
happy to have the kids come in when they
got cold skiing. Some of them must have
been in a fix like he had been, because they had drunk his coffee.
Flossie never seemed to have time to get married and raise
kids. It seemed inly right that he
shouldn’t pass out of life without
loving children and having them love him in their own uncertain way. He knew that he loved them in one way,
because on weekends when none of them
came over to visit him, he got desperately lonely. He could never be sure of them; maybe it was
hoping where hope had no right to be.
The swamp-birch were something like sheltered people. They grew straight=grained and were not wind-twisted and branch-broken like the hill-birch; but the trees on the hill didn’t die or rot
nearly so quickly as those down below.
Being sheltered and well nourished wasn’t nearly as important as being
able to stand up to, and to recognize
something as being evil. Sometimes the
poorest of people are the most
healthy. Flossie figured that he was the
healthy one.
Flossie had what he thought was one of the most important jobs in town. What do people prize more than their children? His job was their protection; both parents
and children Public school children from
down town were his friends. They were
the only ones who had to cross the highway that bisected the town. He took their small warm hands in his large,
rough ones and guided them across safely.
It was then that he wished he had many more hands; the little hands felt so good in his he thought ge would burst and overflow
with happiness.
As he put another block on the stump, he thought of the time
they had surprised him and how happy to tears he was to know that some of them cared that he was
alive. He swung his axe up and brought
it down on the wood, splitting it almost
in two halves. It had been the same day
that he got the letter. The two things
balanced out and, in one day, he felt pain of love and the burn of hate for
those people who cared only for themselves.
On that day the
principal had stopped to tell him that he wanted to see him at the school at
3:30. Flossie had wondered why, but
quite often people asked him to come
over to pick up old clothes. At 3:15 he had gone up to the school. The principal had taken him to his private
office to wait. He came back and led him
down the two flights of stairs to the
auditorium. The place was full of students and he could see his
friends in the front rows. They all
clapped when he came in and he couldn’t understand it all . He was led up to the platform where six large cardboard boxes were
piled. Flossie was in a daze. The principal told him that all the children
had given something to Flossie, for the long cold winter was close.
At the sight of all the canned food he broke down. All he could do was cry.
Flossie put his axe against the wall and gathered up the
split wood. As he lit the night-fire he
remembered the letter that had come on that same day. The town clerk and the reeve had signed
it. It said that they were taking two cents each day away from his dollar; in case he
should die it would be used to defray expenses, it was a cold letter and it
made him mad when he read it.
Forever, people have failed to realize that love is a many
splendored thing -Prometheus
Friday, 3 November 2023
Nipigon Narrations the list of 62 interviews
INTERVIEWS – VIDEO LIST NOW ON YOUTUBE Nipigon Narrations
1. Anna Bellin
2. Barry Frankham Brian Davis
3. Bill Harmon
4. Billy Milne
5. Cookie Dampier
6. David Crawford
7. Dianne Maurice and Linda Elliot
8. Eadie Finlayson
9. George Borg and Art Laframboise
10. Gerry Blakely
11. Glena Clearwater
12. Glena Clearwater
13. Gord MacKenzie
14. Gwen Nyman
15. Irene Luce
16. James Foulds
17. Jeannine Moore and Roland Choiselat
18. Jerry Larson and Tim Harper
19. Jim McCullough
20. Anne Kovacs
21. Joanne and Jerry Larson and Linda Harbinson
22. John Ahl and Grant Williams
23. Paakanninon/Seabrook/Jarvela/Huls
24. John Petrick
25. John Pothoff
26. John Zechner Sr.
27. Levina Collins, Vince, Irwin and Shorty Nicol
28. Linda Robinson and Donny Ruoho
29. Louise Pelletier Dupuis
30. Maria Ray
31. Mary O’Donnell
32. Maryanne Oraszewski
33. Norman Sarrasin and Billy Milne
34. Omer Belisle
35. Peter Elliot
36. Phyllis Gauvin and Ethel Martin
37. Ray Dupuis Sr.
38. Ray Dupuis Sr.
39, Ray Huntus
40. Rosemary Ray, Bonnie Broughton Zach Cheetham
41. Ruby and Rosealee Dampier
42. Sharon, Jim, Donnie and Arnold Ruoho
43. Shirley Nelson and Donna Smith
44. Steve Harmatiuk
45. Sumiye Sugawara
46. Susan Cantley
47. Ted and Gwen Nyman
48.Thomas R. Hebert
49. Ulysses Landry
50. Velma Harmatiuk
51. Vern Ray
52. Albert Brennan and Mike Parkinson
53. Clara Dupuis and Roy Mannila
54. Kornelia Zigmont Newbrand
55. Dan and Jim Dampier
56. Joy and Marvin Johnson
57. Judy Wawia
58. Larry Rowley
59. Lorrie and Diane N.
60. Sally Aubut
61. Terry Winfield
62. Urban Luce.
Thursday, 26 October 2023
Nipigon Museum Videos and Nipigon Narrations Oct. 2023 Updates
Township of Nipigon YouTube channel: Titles available in playlists: Ear of the Wolf, Destination Nipigon, Nipigon of Many Pasts, Norval Morrisseau and the Group of Seven monument unveiling, Paradise Knows My Name From the Four Seasons of Betty's Bay, and the 2018 virtual tour of the Nipigon Museum. Also Daniela Carlino's films are available as end screen links!
Wednesday, 20 September 2023
Lise Vaugeois MPP Visits Nipigon Historical Museum
August 19, 2023
Blueberry Blast Festival
Betty Brill showing Lise Vaugeois the Nipigon River before and after the Dams went in and flooded it out.
This is the World Record Brook Trout Display. With new addition a full mount real fish morphed into the exact size of the World Record Brook Trout. In 1915 it was split and both sides were mounted on birch bark and displayed across Canada and the US (Sportsman Show) The US side burnt in 1974 and our side burnt in 1990. The record remains unbroken 108 years straight.
Betty Brill and Gord McKenzie with photo by Art LaFramboise
of the Nipigon River Bridge
A gift from the Township of Nipigon
for fifty years with the Nipigon Historical Museum
1973-2023
Tuesday, 19 September 2023
THE BLUE AND YELLOW TOUR WITH MP PATTY HAJDU
THE BLUE AN YELLOW TOUR
Friday Aug. 11, 2023
1:30 PM
Nipigon Historical Museum
Greet and sign in
(photo)
We will start your Blue and Yellow Tour at the World Record
Brook Trout Display.
As our Federal Member of Parliament for Thunder Bay-
Superior North, you represent us to
Canada and the World.
Having a World Record Brook Trout that has retained its
World Record status for 108 continuous
years since it was caught in our mighty Nipigon River July 21, 1915, is a
unique feature of your Riding.
After the Fur Trade frenzy FISHING the Nipigon became a
world enticement.
As you can see from the wall map, the last Hydro dam built
at Pine Portage took out every lake, rapid and waterfall including Virgin Falls
as its flooding created Forgan Lake 73 years ago.
So, that is why it is so important what Fred Dean and Rob
Swainson are doing to establish a solid
history of the Nipigon River that was when it ran wild , untamed and free.
Fred has pixel painted 100 historic black and white photos to create the Nipigon River in Colour
as a lasting tribute for our mighty River that was, but is no more.
As Rob Swainson says it is recognized that without the Indigenous guides’ knowledge of
the River and their amazing paddling and portaging skills likely no fisherman
nor photographer would have reached the
upper Nipigon.
(Moving to the round table)
Some years ago a young man named Warren came to the museum
with an Ojibway language Hymn book published in Nipigon in 1931. He was very
proud of it and left it as a loan for display in the Nipigon Museum. A short while later he died in a train
accident.
In July of this year we received an Ojibway language hymn
book , Published in Nipigon 1931,in the mail from Mary Turk in Haines Junction,
Yukon Territory. She was sorting through
the shelves of Bishop Hectors small church when she came across this hymn book.
She thought it best that it be returned to its source, Nipigon. Thus Nipigon
Historical Museum was chosen for its safe keeping and display.
On the wall here and assorted places around the museum you
will see the Woodland Art of Isadore Wadow.
(Move to the Rock Images)
Rock Images have been found in about 31 locations in and
around Nipigon Bay. The most famous of
them, The Maymayguishy is slowly wearing away.
What they depict may be Spiritual; tell a story; give
directions or be just artistic creations.
(Move to Archaeology cases)
Another unique
feature of your Riding is the McCollum Collection which dates back 3500
years.
The uniqueness comes
from the inclusion of lithics and copper in an (assumed) grave site.
The copper dates back to a Culture 3500 years ago. Two pieces of this copper originated from the
Isle Royale copper pits.
In the other case the lithics are from an island in South
Lake Nipigon and they date into the Archaic period of 5000 years ago.
The Pottery sherds range over 1200 years of occupation in
one area of South Bay, Lake Nipigon.
As you can see there were a few different Cultural names
assigned to this pottery.
(Move to Paddle to the Sea case)
Coming forward in time we have the children’s book “Paddle
to the Sea” first published in 1941.
82 years later it is still published.. The author Holling
Clancy Holling visited Nipigon in 1939 researching his book.
The National Film Board made a movie of this book. This is a still from that movie . The
daughter of Director Mason donated this
to the Nipigon Historical Museum.
Children at a Waterford Michigan school studied the book and carved little
“Paddles” which they sent to St. Edward School and that class threw them in the Nipigon River off the
Morning Star. Another little boy
celebrated the 50th anniversary of the book by carving his own
“Paddle” and flying to Thunder Bay with his family and driving to Nipigon to
throw it in the Nipigon River. He lived in Chagrin Falls, Ohio.
NIPIGON can still entice the World.
(End Tour)
Sunday, 17 September 2023
Sunday, 13 August 2023
Ode to The Nipigon 73 years after
We had a Mighty River
That ran Wild , Untamed and Free
We had a Mighty River
That drew the World to see
Now only rocks and trees remain
To edge the gently flowing waters
Of a Once Mighty River
That ran Wild , Untamed and Free
B. Brill August 6, 2023
Wednesday, 9 August 2023
HMCS NIPIGON
HMCS Nipigon (J154)
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
For other ships with the same name, see HMCS Nipigon.
Name: Nipigon
Namesake: Township of Nipigon
Builder: Dufferin Shipbuilding Co., Toronto
Laid down: 4 July 1940
Launched: 1 October 1940
Commissioned: 8 November 1941
Decommissioned: 13 October 1945
Identification Pennant number: J154; 188 (1952)
Honours and awards: Atlantic 1941–45,[1] Gulf of St. Lawrence 1942, 1944[2]
Fate: Sold to Turkey, 1957
Turkey Name: Bafra
Acquired: 29 November 1957
Commissioned: 13 January 1958
Out of service: 1972
Identification: P-121
Fate: Registry deleted 1972
General characteristics
Class and type: Bangor-class minesweeper
Displacement: 672 long tons (683 t)
Length: 180 ft (54.9 m) oa
Beam: 28 ft 6 in (8.7 m)
Draught: 9 ft 9 in (3.0 m)
Propulsion: 2 Admiralty 3-drum water tube boilers, 2 shafts, vertical triple-expansion reciprocating engines, 2,400 ihp (1,790 kW)
Speed: 16.5 knots (31 km/h)
Complement: 83
Armament:
1 × QF 4 in (102 mm)/40 cal Mk IV gun
1 × QF 2-pounder Mark VIII
2 × QF 20 mm Oerlikon guns
40 depth charges as escort
HMCS Nipigon was a Bangor-class minesweeper that served in the Royal Canadian Navy during the Second World War. She saw action in the Battle of the Atlantic and the Battle of the St. Lawrence. She was named for Nipigon, Ontario. After the war she was sold to Turkey and renamed Bafra. She served as such from 1957 until 1972.
Design and description
A British design, the Bangor-class minesweepers were smaller than the preceding Halcyon-class minesweepers in British service, but larger than the Fundy class in Canadian service.[3][4] They came in two versions powered by different engines; those with a diesel engines and those with vertical triple-expansion steam engines.[3] Nipigon was of the latter design and was larger than her diesel-engined cousins. Nipigon was 180 feet (54.9 m) long overall, had a beam of 28 feet 6 inches (8.7 m) and a draught of 9 feet 9 inches (3.0 m).[3][4] The minesweeper had a displacement of 672 long tons (683 t). She had a complement of 6 officers and 77 enlisted.[4]
Nipigon had two vertical triple-expansion steam engines, each driving one shaft, using steam provided by two Admiralty three-drum boilers. The engines produced a total of 2,400 indicated horsepower (1,800 kW) and gave a maximum speed of 16.5 knots (30.6 km/h; 19.0 mph). The minesweeper could carry a maximum of 150 long tons (152 t) of fuel oil.[3]
Nipigon was armed with a single quick-firing (QF) 4-inch (102 mm)/40 caliber Mk IV gun mounted forward.[3][a] For anti-aircraft purposes, the minesweeper was equipped with one QF 2-pounder Mark VIII and two single-mounted QF 20 mm Oerlikon guns.[3][4] As a convoy escort, Chedabucto was deployed with 40 depth charges.[3]
Service history
Nipigon was ordered as part of the 1939–1940 building programme. The minesweeper's keel was laid down on 4 July 1940 by Dufferin Shipbuilding Co. at Toronto and the ship was launched on 1 October later that year. She was commissioned into the Royal Canadian Navy on 11 August 1941 at Toronto with the pennant number J154.[5]
After commissioning, Nipigon was assigned to Sydney Force beginning in October 1941. She remained with this unit until 17 January 1942. She then spent periods of service with the Western Local Escort Force (WLEF), Halifax Force and Newfoundland Force. In June 1943, when WLEF divided its escorts into groups, the ship was assigned to EG W-1 as a convoy escort.[5]
In early 1944, Nipigon underwent a refit, beginning at Lunenburg and completed at Liverpool. After completing workups, she was assigned to Halifax Force again until it was disbanded in 1945. She then performed various duties along the Atlantic coast until paid off at Sydney on 13 October 1945.[5] She was laid up at Shelburne, Nova Scotia.
Following the war, Nipigon was placed in strategic reserve at Sorel, Quebec in 1946. She was reacquired by the Royal Canadian Navy in 1952 and refitted in preparation for active duty. The minesweeper was given the new pennant number 188, however she was never recommissioned.[5] In 1953, Nipigon was re-rated as a coastal escort.[6] She was sold to the Turkish Naval Forces on 29 November 1957 and renamed Bafra.[5] The vessel sailed to Turkey on 19 May 1958.[6] She served until 1972 when her registry was deleted.[7] The ship was broken up in Turkey in 1972.[8]
Sunday, 30 July 2023
Cherish is the word
CHERISH” IS THE WORD
So, now, too, our
Nipigon River is History for the past 70 plus years.
The Pine Portage Hydro Dam, constructed in 1950, was the
complete inundation of all lakes, rapids and waterfalls on the Nipigon River,
from Pine Portage to Virgin Falls, creating Forgan Lake.
Thanks to Artist, Authors and Photographers we know what we
lost. Therefore, our Nipigon River that
was shall not be forgotten.
This year, 2023, marks
50 years since the Nipigon Historical Museum opened in 1973.
As a special project these black and white photos from 1893
to 1938 have been brought into full
colour, pixel by pixel, by Fred Dean.
While Fred and Rob Swainson are
still working on a slide/video of 100 plus photos showing the original black
and white and the ultimate colour, Rob has put together a 24 page teasing
selection of photos now in colour.
Available at the Nipigon Museum Gift Shop.
The Nipigon River in Colour 1893 to 1938
The digital colourization art work of J. Frederick Dean
Compiled and edited by Rob Swainson
Publication of the Nipigon Historical Museum celebrating 50
years 1973-2023
“In 1889 A.R. Macdonough wrote in Scribners Magazine: “Unless
it is cherished the glory of the Nepigon may fade and the story of its
marvelous attractions may become a tradition of the past.”
Friday, 14 July 2023
50 YEARS AND COUNTING
50 YEARS AND COUNTING
The making of the museum.
It was People and people and More.
How do we name them ALL?
It was Domtar and Multiply and Auto Glass
It was the Ministry of Culture; Winter Works; and Wintario
It was Carter and Sawchuck
It was Noble and Ross and Arthurs and Hamilton
It was Jack Stokes
It was the schools and the Library and the Businesses
It was your Parents and Grandparents, your Aunts and your
Uncles.
(Or You)
And, weaving them all together was Buzz Lein.
Please come visit and see their legacy that survived the
disastrous fire of 1990 and has grown again.
Thanks to Cultural Spaces Canada 's massive grant for display cases in 2008.
Tuesday, 4 July 2023
NIPIGON NARRATIONS Interviews now on Youtube
Our video interviews of about 62 Nipigon/Red Rock area people are now up on the Nipigon Township Youtube channel
Enjoy
50th Anniversary celebrated Aug 19/20 2023
Nipigon Historical Museum will celebrate its 50th Anniversary on the Blueberry Blast weekend of August 19 and 20, 2023
Lighthouse Lake Superior north shore
Should have a representative from the Lighthouses of Lake Superior North Shore at the Nipigon museum around August 1, 2023 for you to talk with..
Tuesday, 13 June 2023
FISHING HERITAGE DAY NIPIGON RIVER
JULY 21, 2023
NIPIGON HISTORICAL MUSEUM
LOTS OF ACTION FROM ONE PM TILL 7PM THAT DAY
OPEN 9-7
AGENDA WILL BE POSTED SHORTLY
108TH ANNIVERSARY WORLD RECORD BROOK TROUT
50TH ANNIVERSARY NIPIGON HISTORICAL MUSEUM
(WE'LL CELEBRATE THAT AUG. 19/20 DURING THE BLUEBERRY BLAST WEEKEND)
Sunday, 21 May 2023
Nipigon Historical Museum 1989 Room by Room
Four rooms...the Kitchen Room; Bottle Room; Rock Room and the Nepigon Nipigon Room as they were in 1989 before the fire of Feb 11 1990
The high chair from Bottle room after the fire. Cleaned up pretty good, too.
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