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Dave Ferguson

A Few Summer Memories

by Bruce Ferguson

One of the things I remember about Inverness was the times we spent on vacation there. Mom and Dad would farm out the five kids to various relatives so that we wouldn’t be such a burden to one family. John would stay with uncle Danny, Art would stay with uncle Roddie, Dave would stay with someone else(?) and Anne Marie would stay with aunt Billie. I spilt my time between aunt Billie’s with mom or with dad at Grandma and Grandpa’s.

As a young child, I was fascinated with the idea that the hot water heater was connected with the stove. Aunt Sadie would be up early to fire up the stove for breakfast. After breakfast, there would be enough hot water to do the dishes, do the laundry and begin to prepare for supper. She would roll out the wringer washer and do the laundry in the kitchen. She would utilize her time during loads to bake the world’s greatest sugar cookies! The laundry would then be hung out on the line. (It was summertime and it wouldn’t take long to dry. During the winter it would be hung in the attic.)

After supper, which would include vegetables, gravy, meat, rolls, and etc., the entire kitchen would be cleaned up and everything put away. Then the hot water would be turned off. Dinner would consist of biscuits, cookies, fruit, cheese and whatever happened to left over.

As a kid, not having to take a bath at the end of a long summer day was something I was not used to.

  • Mom and Dad: Hughie Ferguson and Greet Macdonald
  • John, Art, Dave, Anne Marie: Hughie and Greet’s kids
  • Aunt Billie: Greet’s sister
  • Aunt Sadie: Hughie’s sister
  • Uncle Danny: Hughie’s brother
  • Uncle Roddy: Hughie’s brother
  • Grandma and Grandpa: Hughie’s parents, Mattie Ferguson and Sadie MacDougall
Dave Ferguson

Dan Kennedy, Handyman

by David Ferguson

I think it was the summer of 1966. I was sixteen, and as usual I was visiting Inverness with my family.

“With my family” isn’t exactly right. Once we grew out of toddlerhood, when we went down home my parents would farm us out to different relatives. My brother John usually stayed with Danny and Olive. My brother Art usually stayed with Billie. I spent a lot of time at Roddie and Pat’s.

I’m sure we must have seen my parents from time to time — we always managed to be in the car on the way back to Detroit — but I don’t remember much of that.

What I do remember, along with other things from this visit, was being at Billie’s house on MacIsaac Street one day. I noticed an old man at the place next door. As I remember it, he was doing something on the roof of the porch, like repairing shingles.

It wasn’t a very steep roof, but he wasn’t particularly young, either. In my mind’s eye, he looks like he’s in good shape for age 70 or so.

I said something to BillIe about the old guy up on the porch next door. She laughed and told me that was Dan Kennedy.

It seems this was the house he’d grown up in. As the Kennedy children got older, they moved away, started families of their own, and I suppose their parents stayed in the house on MacIsaac Street.

Eventually Dan’s own family grew up, and I guess his wife died. However it happened, he ended up moving back into his childhood home, the place where I saw him repairing the porch roof.

Billie told me that the same thing had happened to a couple of Dan’s brothers and sisters, and that a few of them were now in the house together, just as they had when they were children. I think she called the place “the pensionage.”

And I was right, she told me. Dan Kennedy was in good shape for his age. I was just wrong about the age.

Dan had been born in 1864. The man fixing the porch was 102 years old–or, to put it another way, he was three years older than Canada.

David is the son of Greet Macdonald and Hughie Ferguson.
Billie: Billie Macdonald, Greet’s sister
Danny and Olive: Danny Ferguson (Hughie’s brother) and his wife, Olive Duffitt
Roddie and Pat: Roddie Ferguson (Hughie’s brother) and his wife, Patricia Dunn

Dave Ferguson

Greet and Hughie’s Second 50th

by Julene Coady

While living in Nova Scotia, I got to know family I had only heard about. One time when I was out visiting Aunt Billie, we were talking about weddings and Anniversaries, and the way things were done and the way things were celebrated. Aunt Greet & Uncle Hughie were celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary. I could not go to Detroit [where they lived]; some of the other family was going.

I said to Billie, “You know, it would be great when Greet and Hughie come home this summer if we had a surprise for them. We could have a party and invite people they haven’t seen for years. We could have it at my place.” We knew we probably could not outdo the Detroit gang but it would be fun nonetheless.

With the support of Billie and her family, and of course my family, I pitched the idea to our cousin Kay Stubbert who lives in Timberlea. We put our heads together. Kay was a great one for parties, and she got contacts for people she knew in the area who knew Greet and Hughie. I enlisted the help of Danny’s daughter Jane Webber (that is a whole other story) and Janice Ferguson to give me the names and addresses of the Ferguson relatives in the area. I started calling people and sounding much like a telemarketer explained who I was and how I fit in the Ferguson crew, and invited all kinds of people I never met before to my house on an August afternoon to celebrate Greet and Hughie’s 50th anniversary.

Kay Stubbert enlisted the help of her sisters who were home visiting. Anna came from Vancouver, Evelyn Stubbert, myself, and Kay (MacKinnon - Stubbert married to Ambrose Stubbert). I don’t think Edna was home this time; I know she was home for the August party the year before. We made lobster sandwiches, egg sandwiches, tuna sandwiches, we had vegetables and dip, cheese — tons of food. We had a cake, tea, coffee, the works, and the people came, and it was a tribute to Hughie and Greet like no other.

Greet arrives at the party.Cyril Sampson got a piano and Kevin and Theresa [Macdonald]’s daughter Marie played a few tunes for us. We had music, but it was difficult to hear the music over the talking.

Alan MacKenzie (piper with the 78th Highlanders Citadel Halifax –- My son Coady was instructed by and played with Alan), stopped by late in the afternoon on his way home from teaching at the Gaelic College in C.B. to play a few tunes and the guests were entertained by Anne Marie (my oldest daughter) and Kevin and Theresa’s daughter Marie with a couple of dance numbers.

The funniest thing was when Aunt Greet came up the stairs and the place is blocked, she stops on the stairs and looks at the people.

She had that look that said, “I know all you people, but what are you doing in this house.� They had a marvelous time.

One of Uncle Hughie’s nieces still owes me Rocky Road Squares; I have to find the paper to remember her name.

Greet and Hughie at their second 50th anniversary party

Aunt Billie: Billie Macdonald, sister of Julene’s mother Edith Macdonald
Aunt Greeet: Greet Macdonald, Billie’s sister
Uncle Hughie: Hughie Ferguson, Greet’s husband
Kevin and Theresa: Kevin Macdonald and his wife; Kevin is the son of Charlie Macdonald, brother of Billie, Edith, and Greet
Marie: Marie Macdonald, daughter of Kevin and Theresa
Kay Stubbert: wife of Cyril Sampson; cousin of Greet, Billie, and Edith
Evelyn Stubbert: Kay’s sister, married to Greg Mullins
Kay MacKinnon: wife of Ambrose Stubbert, Kay’s brother
Anna: another sister of Kay and Evelyn
Edna: another sister of Kay and Evelyn

Danny: Danny Ferguson, Hughie’s brother
Jane Webber: married name of Jane Ferguson, Danny’s daughter
Janice Ferguson: daughter of Hughie’s brother Johnny

Coady: Coady Summerfield, son of Julene Coady and Everett Summerfield
Anne Marie: Anne Marie Summerfield, daughter of Julene Coady and Everett Summerfield

Dave Ferguson

The Big Trip

by Julene Coady

One of the fondest memories and stories I have of my Mom and Dad [Edith Macdonald and Bernie Coady] is their Big Trip.

In 1972 Ford Motors of Canada ad a contest; the prize was a trip Chicago, to see the Black Hawks play. Bobby Hull was playing for the Hawks then, so were Phil Esposito and Doug Jarrett. 250 contest winners would be chosen.

Who would ever have guessed my parents would be one of I believe it was 250 people in Canada that would win?

Now Momma had two sisters living in the States that she had not seen for 25 years. Greet lived in Detroit and Billie lived in Boston. Somehow or the other contact was made and a reunion was set up. My mom did not know a thing about it.

She would tell the story of how she was standing in line at customs, and the lady behind her said, “Oh my stars, there are some people over there who have not seen someone for a long time. Look at them smiling and waving.”

Momma looked and said to the lady, “Oh my God, they are my sisters! I haven’t seen them in 25 years.�

The woman said “Why are you standing here? Go see them.�

The trip was fantastic; Momma got to visit with her sisters and their husbands. (Uncle Hughie really liked the round bed.) They got to see great hockey, and if I am not mistaken, Hughie and Greet and Billie and Scottie all got to take part in some of the events.

Bobby Hull told my mother that he thought she was probably more famous than he was that weekend.

The weekend produced many pictures and stories that Mom and Dad brought back from Chicago. We actually saw pictures in “real time� of what Greet and Hughie and Billie and Scottie looked like. Prior to that week end we only had pictures in black and white. Everyone was etched forever in our minds as 20-year-olds.

In 1990, I was living in Regina for the first time. It was just after Momma had passed away. [My son] Coady was in elementary school.

Bobby Hull and Gordie Howe at an old-timers' gameBobby Hull and Gordie Howe were in the city doing an oldtimers game. They were on the radio and were taking calls from fans. I called the radio station and told this story to Bobby Hull, and thanked him because that was one of the highlights of Momma and Dad’s life.

Later that afternoon after standing in line at a shopping center for four hours with Coady, Bobby Hull and Gordie Howe autographed a hockey stick for Coady.

I told Bobby Hull who I was and that I had spoken to him in the morning. He told me he remembered that particular promotion from Ford, and although he could not remember all the names of the people, he remembered the reunion of the sisters.

Bernie Coady: Julene’s father
Edith Macdonald: Julene’s mother
Greet Macdonald, Billie Macdonald: Edith’s sisters
Hughie Ferguson: Greet’s husband
Scottie MacLellan: Billie’s husband

Dave Ferguson

Jack D Macdonald in Hollywood

by Frank Macdonald

After his retirement from the Canadian National Railway (CNR) Jack D. went on a trip around the continent. He had a railway pass for the CNR and at that time railway companies in both the United States and Canada honoured the brotherhood of railroad men so the pass meant travelling free in the US as well as Canada.

I’m sure that on his way across Canada he probably stopped at Drumheller in Alberta where I believe Bernie and Edith Coady were living at the time, Edith being his daughter. Then he journied on to California to visit a cousin in Hollywood. (I have no idea who this cousin was but it was clearly someone from the Mira River side of the family).

One afternoon he walked into a drugstore in Hollywood and was rotating a rack of postcards for something to send home when this woman reached across and pulled one from the rack.

“If you’ll send this one I’ll sign it,” she said. The postcard was of Betty Grable, the woman with the million dollar legs for whom whole Second World War armies lusted in their trenches overseas. She was wearing sunglasses and a kerchief and they had coffee together. Afterwards, Jack D. mailed the card home.

When his trip ended and he did come home, Billie wanted to know if he really did meet Betty Grable to which Jack D. replied, “Yes. Who was that woman?”

The postcard with Jack D.’s message and Betty Grable’s autograph was around the house for a long time but became lost sometime around when Billie moved to Boston, I believe.

And what is easier to believe is that Jack D. wouldn’t have had a clue who he was having a tea or coffee with. But I wonder what her thoughts were about this stern man who seemed utterly unmoved by her fame and stardom? Probably found it refreshing.

Received February 10, 2006