Bricks and Bouquets


by Nikki Mantell on September 2, 2009

Time to throw some bricks and bouquets.

Bouquet It feels like every month we’re patting some Wakefielder on the back for throwing yet another super fun, heart-warming,  crowd-drawing event that manages to both promote the village and yet retain its eclectic, quirky spirit. At the risk of sounding redundant, hats off to Elizabeth Logue and the multitude of volunteers for another rocking Wakefest. From the beaudacious, booty-bouncing Nude Calendar party that dared to mix naked bodies and fire spinning (!) to the packed Granny Concert whose drum beats and tear-jerking letters from AIDS sufferers had hearts pounding, Wakefest is another feather in this village’s cap. A suggestion: watching an open air movie on the covered bridge is magical. Can this become a monthly summer event?

Brick It’s all fun and games until someone loses their Aunt Gertrude when the train goes cartwheeling into the river. Seriously people! I still carry pangs of childhood guilt brought on by over-cautious bystanders who warned my precious penny flattened by the passing train may send it off the rails.  Poor Andre Groulx at HCW Steam Train is going to think there is a conspiracy against his company there has been so much bad press recently.

Brick and Bouquet Since when did elementary school kids not “climb trees”, “break branches” or be guilty of general “horsing around”? One can’t help but think the Wakefield land surveyor who won’t tolerate such behaviour on his private road is fast resembling The Grinch Who Stole The Basic Rights of Kids to Be Kids. In his defense, Richard Fortin has been trying to work out a better solution with the school for eight months now, so maybe the brick is better aimed at the school principal or the board. But perhaps to the rescue, and he deserves a bouquet for trying, is Wakefield’s unofficial trailblazer Ken Bouchard. This guy has spent years rounding up volunteers to create new or clean up existing village trails. Kudos to him for doing something besides complaining and trying to set up parallel walking trail so students can keep the “privilege” of walking from village to school.

Brick We’re not exempt from the fiery (sometimes erroneous) wrath of our own pen. A brick in the head to the Low Down for screwing up the headline and photo captions under last week’s Way We Were column about the old Kirk’s Ferry diving platform. Amateur (in that she hasn’t gone pro) historian Louise Schwartz has been diligently researching little historical gems of this region and carefully crafting them into highly entertaining short pieces for the paper. Sorry, Adrienne Herron, the Low Down had no intention of rewriting local history and name a windmill in your honour.  (Adrienne was the kind Gatineau Valley Historical Society volunteer who sent us the digital photos, whose captions should have read: “Selwyn cottage and the water tower, just after the flooding of the Gatineau River. Circa 1927″ and “Marky Lambe (later Gisborne), a niece of Gertrude Selwyn, and Monica O’Halloran   (later Green) up the Selwyn’s water tower. 1902″.)