April 4, 1917 More Guests

April 4, 1917

During this time of year at Canoe Lake you never know what the day is going to be like. One day it’s like spring, another, like winter. Today, it feels like winter and the snow’s not going anywhere.

I walked along the shore to the southern part of the lake, where Canoe Lake goes into Tea Lake. I passed by Gill Lake where there is good fishing. Toward Tea Lake, the faster running water in the narrow channel was breaking up some of the ice so it made for a nice scene. The spruces and hemlocks in front of the rest of the bush made for a nice contrast. Another good sketch today.

In the bush, the snow is still everywhere. As I was painting, I was surprised to have a midge land in the paint on my palette. I had a small dab of cadmium yellow to mix in with other colours, and the midge went straight for it. I fished it out with my palette knife, still in disbelief that I was seeing such a thing so early in the season. There must have been a small pool of shallow water, warmed up by the sum. Or it could have arrived via a moose; there were a few around in the locality. Despite its heroic early spring debut, the midge was not going to be part of my sketch.

I was back by Mowat Lodge by lunch time. Shannon was cursing because the pump in the back was broken. I told him that Lowrie was handy at fixing those things. In the afternoon, I visited Lowrie, explained Shannon’s predicament and sure enough, he came down and fixed the pump.

After evening dinner, Shannon said he had received a message from George Bartlett [Park Superintendent] that Mark Robinson would be returning to Canoe Lake. I was pleased to hear this news. Mark was the Park Ranger when I met him first in 1912 and we had become good friends. He’s older than me, married with twin daughters and a son. I was shocked when he enlisted. He said he had heard the call of duty. I respected his decision. I told him I wasn’t about to try to enlist again. I had other things to do in life. Bartlett told Shannon that Mark got some shrapnel in the hip, recuperated in England, and because of his age, they didn’t want him back on the front so they sent him home. Bartlett had promised his old post when he came back. So he’ll be back at the shelter house by Joe Lake Station.

Shannon said that he also received a letter from Charlie Scrim of Ottawa and he would be arriving on Easter Sunday. Charlie is a consumptive, though not as bad as the other ones. His family has a florist business in Ottawa, and they send him here during the spring and summer months. Charlie and I are good friends. Last summer we spent a lot of time canoeing and fishing together.

Shannon made his next announcement,  “We’ll be having two more guests – Lt. Robert Crombie, and his newly-wed wife, Daphne. From what I understand, she’s a pretty young thing.” Shannon looked at me and and gave that same grin as when he’s losing a board game, “And Tom, we’re expecting you to be on your best behaviour with the women guests”

One thought on “April 4, 1917 More Guests”

  1. Spring weather in Ontario hasn’t changed in 100 years.

    Interesting, his detailed analysis of the midge.

    I would have left it in the painting.

    Tom seems to know everyone up there and like them.

    Guess he likes himself.

    Sounds like he tried to enlist but was refused.

    I’m guessing that all the air polution from the coal burning

    in cities causes this consumption which I think is a lung disease

    The Muskoka Centre in Gravenhurst was providing the same service.

    Sounds like Tom has a bit of a reputation as a ladies man.

    Love. – P

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