In my mother’s scribbler is an eleven year old’s version of her home town. She starts off with some enthusiasm and then peters out by the end. No doubt it was an assignment (No.9) by a teacher attempting to instill some civic pride in her students.
Port Elgin Ontario is situated on the beautiful shores of one of our Great Lakes called Lake Huron. This small town has a very small population. On the west of it is Lake Huron and on the south is a large hill which we call “The Mountain.” From here, in the evenings, we can see a pretty sight of our town. On the east is a large mill creek running into the Saugeen River which runs one of our mills. On the north is a nice road leading to Southampton, five miles away. A little farther on is the Electric Light Plant which supplies our town with lights.
Port Elgin has a very large factory which employs men and women. They make many brooms and brushes and they export them to other places. It belongs to the Stevens, Hepner & Comapny. There is a railway station on the east which is visited each day by many trains. Many cattle, horses, pigs, sheep and other animals are exported from here to Toronto and other places. Beside it is an elevator where farmers bring their grain to be stored.Our town has many streets. Some are Emma, Gustavus and Goderich. There is a public library, theatre and town hall. In front of the library are two monuments in memory of our heroes.
There are nine churches. There are two schools, public and high. There is also a large park where there are benches and other things. There are many sports in Port Elgin. There is skating on the ice and playing ball and other games.
There is a row of maple trees leading to the park and many on the side of the road and flower beds have been planted here and there.
And what else is there to say about your town, which is just your boring old town. This site goes into considerably more detail than could be contained in a child’s notebook. Yay for real historians who write these things down making records for the curious.
My parents never lived far from this town, and for awhile lived in it, not far from the Stevens Hepner factory and right beside what used to be the railroad tracks and is now the Rail Trail. I think those were very happy years for them, freed from the hard work of living on the farm, and still in good health and independent.
The library is still there, looking remarkably unchanged. The main street is a little busier, fewer horses, more cars.
Like my mother, I’ve started off with some enthusiasm and petered out at the end.