Early Spring, April 12, 1917
I spent the early part of the morning writing a letter of Jim MacDonald. I wanted to get it posted this morning so it gets on its way to Toronto. The main reason for my letter was to ask him to send up some paints. I’m not quite running low yet, but I thought I’d better ask sooner than later. I also needed some flyhooks from the shack. I only have three, and I want to make several new flies. The Brook trout will be biting in the open water soon.
I did my sketch down by Joe Lake. I stopped by the Colsons at the Algonquin Hotel. They’re the new proprietors now, and they’re busy getting the hotel ready to open in early May. It’s quite the venture for them. Ed and Molly ran a tight ship at the Highland Inn and they decided to strike out on their own. Part of their motivation to move on was the uncertainty what would happen at the hotel. With Borden talking of nationalizing the railroad, they might make a clean sweep of the staff of the hotels.
I also learned that Ed brought his older sister, Annie Colson to run the Joe Lake Outfitter’s store. Annie lived with Ed and Molly most her life. She took care of the family when their mother died. Annie is rather severe, a result of a tough upbringing, but she’s lovable with the kids. With grown men, that’s another matter.
When I came back, I dropped by Mark Robinson’s house. He was just getting off the phone with George Bartlett. Mark said he couldn’t believe he had a phone, as there were probably only three or four in the Park. Bartlett had the Ranger stations hooked up with phones, because he said he wanted to rule the Park like the Brits rule India – by telephone.