Clues to the Heritage Treasure Trail
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On my walls and in my halls
I tell about our past.
You’re welcome to come in and browse
what lies within this little house.
Come, learn of things which we can save
by changing ways that we behave.
In honoured memory I stand
with names of those that left this land
to fight for freedom, justice, choice,
and made the greatest sacrifice.
‘Neath Horton’s where a doughnut crave
is topped off with a beverage,
on shelves the records do not sound,
yet tell the doings of those around
who shaped our place, our lives, our lot
and how this Town its name begot.
I held them fast, large sailing craft
until they lost me.
Later found, now in the round
in summers warmth
I stand by water’s rushing sound.
Take care, my dears, on your approach
for photos of your visit.
Before you cross look left, look right,
and left again – before you stride,
make sure no cars or trucks or bikes
are coming where you wish to cross
we do not want to suffer loss.
Almost a hundred (I’m ninety nine),
seen a few concerts in my time.
Red Robinson and other greats
kept kids of the time out dancing late.
I tell you they had quite the sound
on my stage by the Recreation Ground.
I’m owned by flyers, used to train
the youth who wish fly a plane.
Am rented out for crowds to feast
In normal times LaFF here does meet.
A line drawn, curved but straight
and all but here marks the break
twixt Canada and the United States
Once in a tower
I had the power
to signal a train
and change its lane.
Pull that lever, signal make
Engineer, your train must wait.
A nest of sorts,
but not so high
and used by birds that do not fly.
I’m called a bull
but have no horns
no hooves, no tail, no ring,
Suspended high upon the spar
I help the cable sing
as donkey strains
the logs to gain
from where, when chopped
they, crashing, dropped.
Child of auto
Termed an ass
I built bridges
so trains could pass.
Not that big, but very strong,
pushing, pulling, I crawled along.
My body’s yellow, my tracks are black,
my driver sat on a seat in the back.
This is where you cross Buller Street.
Now mostly black, with white and brown,
I’m one of the biggest hotels in Town.
If you look closely you will see
two different names that they called me.
I had no bar, no glass to clink
for I housed ones that did not drink –
that movement, though, now jaded.
A simple wooden building I,
with yellow siding, faded.
In ‘eighteen with the Spanish flu
they used my rooms to heal those who
were breathless, weak and grevious ill
and keep them isolated.
I brought the ore dug ‘neath the mount
that people called Big Sicker
to make the metal in the wires
that lets my lightbulbs flicker.
Two hands have I which people see
and judge to haste or tarry.
They see my name – not of the day-
Hardware and Stationery
Killed while working in a mine
October fifth nineteen hundred and nine.
This loss of life caused awful strife
for fatherless children, husbandless wife.
A dreadful toll on those left behind,
their struggles we should keep in mind.
Masons built me brick by brick
and meet within my walls.
With square and compass, letter G
and protocols of mystery,
to me all friends I call.
Hotel first, museum later
Moved to here when a coal mine cratered
Built ornate in Annie’s style
with tower, verandahs – quite the pile!
Housed miners gambling, drinking hard
Their meagre money risked by card
A cheater caught and killed by shot
his just deserts do you think he got?
Nugget in name, not worth as much
on a street which saw a ‘real’ gold rush.
An ancient symbol, I.
Soiled by war, I stand for good
adorning a wall in the neighbourhood.
You’ll have to raise your head to see
for I look down from two storeys.
This is where you cross Roberts Street
Dated now through flight of time
I was posted here in’69
The story of our Town I told
But now my message is so old
That a heritage piece you now behold.
Pagoda roofed, I sport a name
of creatures who have breath of flame.
My purpose is to bring in who’d
like to eat some eastern food.
Built for Customs and for Post,
when the nearby harbour played the host
to ships that came from far and near
to tie along the massive pier.
The pier is gone; I’ve changed my task.
I now sell objects of the past.
I huff and puff but do not move,
I winch with drum and cable.
The logs that recently were downed,
to gather I am able.
Hollowed out from cedar log
by those who’ve lived here ages,
I skirt along with paddle strokes
as I float upon the waves.
A gun of sorts, but with a barb
to catch the whales for oil.
In Ladysmith I don’t belong
as Moby Dick was rarely in
the waters here, but I, from farther north
-Coal Harbour- used to sally forth.
A space half round
that’s filled with sound
sea and isles as background
to lifting music, roaring saws
crowd spellbound or with loud guffaws
as lumber jacks climb poles so tall
and clowns befool before they fall.
A journey’s start, a journey’s end
all VIA train on the E&N
they passed through me and bought a ticket
from my once busy, now silent, wicket.
With windows red and walls of blue
originally of yellow hue
Built by company called Comox
I used to service trains and trucks
Recently I’ve had my base
made stronger with cement in place
so I’ll be used by local clubs
within the Arts & Heritage Hub.
On rail I move with arm so high
that stretches upward to the sky
which swung out swiftly t’ward the car
with logs stacked neatly from afar
to push them off into the waves
to float for sorting for the blade.
I’m huge, heavy and black,
clacked down the track
with smoke from my stack
tender and flat cars at my back
hauling timber from ‘the lakes’
so sawmills could their lumber make.
A little shed for those who bled
and through their work were injured.
Attended quick by skilled medic,
then whisked to where the doctors art
Could fully treat the injured part.
Now on the land, high and dry
A busy little craft was I
who plied the harbor pushing logs
so agile, twisting side to side
to sort them by their species, size.
I float, though I’m not a boat
no sail or engine here
I do not move ‘cept with the tide
I stay beside the pier.
A hub I am for maritime crews
a place where people pay their dues
for tethering while on their cruise
a place to meet, to talk and laugh
with other folks not on their craft.
Starts on BC Family Day Monday, Feb 15 and goes until Sunday,
Feb 28, 2021
Answer key, refreshments & goodies for participants at Ladysmith Community Marina and Ladysmith Museum on Sunday, Feb. 28 from 10 am to 4pm.
For info call 250-245-0423 lmsmarina.ca ladysmithhistoricalsociety.ca
Supported by the Province of BC