For nearly a century, two rock-painted crosses on an extinct volcano in Northern New Brunswick have been a grim reminder that life can vanish in the blink of an eye.
On a frosty evening in November 1924, local sisters Dorvil [Ramsay] McLean and Lottie Ramsay hiked to the top of 1,000-foot Sugarloaf Mountain in Campbellton.
To descend, the girls chose the most dangerous route — the North face. They paid the ultimate price, plunging to their deaths.
Dorvil [left] was only 22; Lottie [right], even younger.
Your choice: silence … or a gentle piano number [“Broken Hearts”] by Michael Ortega. The piece runs for five and a half minutes. You can find it on iTunes.
Sunday, November 9th, 1924
It was around four in the afternoon when Dorvil and Lottie set off to climb one of Maritime’s best-known clumps of rock, Sugarloaf Mountain. They followed a trail that snakes up the eastern spine of the mountain, the same one locals and tourists use today.
There had been light rain and the rocks on the path were slippery, making it easy for someone to lose their footing. One cautious step at a time, the girls slowly made their way up the mountain …
Darkness was fast approaching when Dorvil and Lottie stood on Sugarloaf’s highest point, a popular destination. It was also a tad chilly, but the view — Aaah! — postcard-beautiful! As always. The first humans to stand at that spot would have been First Nations People — the Mi’kmaq — and that would have been hundreds, perhaps thousands of years ago.
It’s likely a three-masted sailing ship, perhaps two, bobbed gently in the harbour that fall day. The big wooden ships wouldn’t be in town long; winter’s bite was already in the air. The mighty Restigouche River would soon be a blanket of snow and ice so thick that horse-pulled wagons could safely cross to the other side.
When the sun dipped beneath the horizon in the Matapedia Valley, out came the twinkling lights of the Town of Campbellton and surrounding villages.
We’ll never know what possessed the Ramsay sisters to make their way down the face of the mountain, a high-risk venture at the best of times. But at that hour?? Risky, for sure.
We could analyze this for eternity, but the bottom line, no one can say with certainty what happened that fateful day. At the time, many questions went unanswered. A century later, there are still no answers — only theories and everyone in town seems to have one. It all boils down to this: key information is missing and will always be missing. Too much time has passed.
No one saw the girls fall. Their piercing screams must have been heard for miles, but nobody heard them. That’s because the area wasn’t developed like it is today. In 1924, there was no groomed hiking trail circling the mountain base, just wilderness.
FAMILIES & THE SEARCH
Dorvil [Ramsay] McLean, married for less than two years, had a seven-month-old boy at home. Little did the young mom know, but she’d never see her baby again. If you believe in a Heaven and life beyond, 1945 would see a mother and child reunion. More on that coming up.
When Dorvil and Lottie failed to show for supper, their parents, Jane and Sydney, knew that something was amiss.
Jane was a stay-at-home mom, not unusual back in the day. Sydney was a railway fireman who earned his paycheque the hard way by shovelling coal on the steam locomotives.
The girls came from a big family. There was a mom and dad and six siblings [two sisters and four brothers].
It didn’t take long for panic to set in at the Ramsay household at 15 Hillside Street, down by the train tracks. Mom and dad had no idea where their girls were, and not knowing was giving them fits. They reached out to relatives and neighbours, but no one had seen them. Not a good sign.
At this point, the emotional strain was unbearable. We can only imagine.
A younger brother was given ‘a few cents’ and told to leave the house for a spell while the adults tried to make sense of things.
When Dorvil and Lottie failed to return home that evening, it was clear something had gone terribly wrong. It was so unlike the girls not to let the family know where they were.
Around 10 PM, a group of men armed with flashlights and high hopes searched for them. No luck. Where could Dorvil and Lottie be??
Dreading that proverbial knock on the door, Mom and Dad nervously paced the floor. Turns out, their prayers — uttered non-stop — were for naught. The girls were already in Heaven.
No one slept well that night. There was absolutely no sign of Dorvil and Lottie. A small search party set off to find them when the sun came up. Four men reached the top of the mountain, where they picked up the girls’ trail in a thin layer of snow. It led towards the worst possible place: the face! Oh oh …
Following a set of footprints, searchers gingerly made their way down the front of the mountain …
Dorvil and Lottie’s trail zigzagged here and there as though they didn’t know where they were going. About halfway down the mountain, hearts sank when the trail ended at the edge of a steep cliff with a drop of more than one hundred feet. No one could survive a fall from that height.
The men cautiously peered over the side and called out. No response. And so they called out again and again. The silence signalled they were no longer on a rescue mission.
Three more members of the search team — policeman William Smith and two civilians, Mr. J.H. Moores and a Mr. Gay, located the cold, lifeless bodies at the base of the cliff.
According to a 1924 story in the local newspaper, The Graphic, Dorvil was the first victim found; her remains were located among the rocks. Her sister’s body was caught on a tree a short distance up the mountain.
The bodies were wrapped in blankets and carried down the mountain.
A grim-faced policeman then went to the Ramsay house and gently tapped on othe door. He had some heartbreaking news no parent should ever hear.The remains were taken to Graham’s ‘undertaking rooms’ in Campbellton.
There was no autopsy. “No need,” according to coroner Doctor Martin who concluded the girls died from severe head injuries.
The funeral, held mid-afternoon, was one of the largest Campbellton had seen. Here’s a portion of a write-up in the Graphic: “A large number of autos, [horse] carriages and people on foot followed the funeral cortège to the rural cemetery. Floral tributes were many and beautiful, showing the esteem in which the two young ladies were held …”
Dorvil and Lottie Ramsay’s tombstone can be found in the sprawling Rural Cemetery on the West end of town.
Little is known about Dorvil and Lottie because the accident happened long ago. But there’s another reason. Family members — especially the parents — simply didn’t want to talk about it. So deep was their pain.
Official death certificates state “accidental death” and shed more light on the girls and how they perished …
Arabella Dorvil [Ramsay], born in Campbellton in 1902, married Edmund McLean. On the official statement of cause, date, and place of death, Occupation of Deceased was listed as a housewife.
Cause of Death: ‘The skull was fractured in many places, making [a] lot of compressions.’ Translation: massive head injury.
Contributory: ‘Fall from top of Sugarloaf Mountain in Campbellton, NB.’
Lottie Sarah Ramsay’s death certificate lists her occupation as a restaurant waitress. Lottie, who was also born in Campbellton, was single.
Incredibly, Lottie has three different birthdates. Her death certificate [see below] indicates 1904. But according to her birth certificate, she began her first trip around the sun in 1906. Lottie’s tombstone [see photo above] lists 1905 as the year she was born. Take your pick.
Back then, vital stats — including the correct spelling of names — apparently weren’t a big deal.
“I don’t remember having seen her before,” writes the physician who completed Lottie’s death certificate, “… I only [saw her] as a coroner.”
Under Contributory, Doctor Martin noted: “Feet slipped on ice on top of Sugarloaf Mountain causing fall down the mountain …” It’s interesting the good doctor came to that conclusion. Could it be that someone — perhaps the coroner or a police officer — spoke with searchers who followed the girls’ tracks to the edge of a steep cliff?
As part of an investigation, members of the search party were likely interviewed to help determine if the deaths were an accident or the result of foul play. That’s standard procedure nowadays, and I suspect things were no different in the 1920s.
Rumours of the girls being ‘chased by a bear’ … hmmm … perhaps not. When the girls perished, bears had hibernated for at least a month. And if a bear was not in its den that particular evening — for whatever reason — it would have been scrounging for food and water, and there wasn’t a lot of that at the top of Sugarloaf Mountain.
And keep this in mind … no one reported seeing bear tracks.
Here’s something else to consider: descending a mountain can be far more dangerous than ascending, especially the Sugarloaf. The mountain has trees and bushes and in spots, the descent seems no different than a rough hike in a forest. What’s deadly deceptive is that because tree branches and shrubs hide one’s view; one moment you’re on solid ground, safe as can be; the next moment, you’re walking on thin air.
I know that firsthand. Even though I’m afraid of heights, I carefully followed the girls’ route to the point where they fell. Sure enough, if you’re not careful of every step … down you go! There’s no ledge to help break your fall.
Given the lateness of the day, perhaps this is what happened to the lead girl — and when her sister reached to grab her, they both tumbled over the edge. Who knows.
Some have speculated the girls may have been alive for a while after they hit bottom. Given the severity of their head injuries, that likely didn’t happen. Due to the long drop — we’re talking hundreds of feet here — Dorvil and Lottie were certainly unconscious within seconds and dead within minutes.
Jane and Sydney, their distraught parents, were forever in mourning. The sudden deaths of their children hit them hard. Ditto for 24-year-old Edmund, who lost his wife and had an infant at home. Many in the small, tightly-knit community — where everyone seemed to know each other — were shocked and saddened.
One can only imagine the number of prayers whispered for the two girls. Then and now.
A young waitress and a stay-at-home mom have become some of Campbellton’s best-known citizens — not because of who they were but how they died.
The Ramsay girls will never be forgotten. 300 years from now, Campbelltonians will still be talking about them — more than any local politician, soldier, doctor, sports hero, ship-maker, you name it.
PAINTER ALEX JOHNSON
Alex Johnson went beyond making devotions for the girls. On Thursday, May 28th, 1925, the former World War One sniper aimed at creating a unique memorial …
With the help of his older brother, Seely, the 26-year-old made his way up the Sugarloaf, carrying gallons of white paint. He pulled out a brush and began painting two rock surfaces. It was a full day’s work.
Would Alex have gotten permission from the owner of the mountain? I suspect not. Times were different then.
The next morning, people in Campbellton woke to find a pair of crosses on the Sugarloaf. Everyone knew what they were about.The paint was a gift from Alex and Seely’s father, a Norwegian immigrant who ran a painting business in town.
Alex Johnson provided some form of closure — not only for himself but for everyone in Campbellton.
It was essentially a labour of love. Alex continued to paint the crosses on his own time — and without compensation. That’s how things got done back in the day.
Angie Johnson recalls her father talking about the ‘great sadness’ in town. Alex wanted to do something special so the girls would never be forgotten. The result was a one-of-a-kind memorial that could be seen for miles.
In an ironic twist, the photo of the Ramsay sisters [above] shows both wearing tiny crosses.
With the help of a sturdy leather harness, Alex Johnson painted the large crosses without getting injured or becoming a fatality himself.Perhaps it didn’t occur to Alex at the time — although maybe it did — but his crosses have saved lives and injuries simply by being that ‘constant reminder.’
A novice climber is sure to think twice about scaling the North face. No one wants to be that third cross.
When Irene Doiron was a kid, she enjoyed climbing the Sugarloaf with friends. Irene’s mother worried she’d get hurt. To discourage her from doing that, she showed her daughter newspaper stories of the accident.
Alex Johnson, a founding member of the Royal Canadian Legion in Campbellton, died in 1997. He was 98.
[Photo credit: Angie Johnson and John Van Horne]
The man who initially painted the crosses on Sugarloaf Mountain is buried in the same cemetery as Dorvil and Lottie Ramsay.
RAMSAY FAMILY REACTION
The large crosses didn’t go over with the Ramsay family, especially the mother. That’s understandable. Seeing the crosses day in and day out was a painful reminder for Jane that her two girls were never coming home.
DORVIL’S ONLY CHILD
Dorvil married when she was 20. Her husband, Edmund, was 22. The young couple took their vows on August 21st, 1923.
They hadn’t been married 15-months, then Dorvil suddenly died.Dorvil and Edmund had one child, Sterling. Sterling never really knew his mother because he was an infant when she made that fateful trip up the Sugarloaf.
Before Sterling could finish high school [like so many teens in the day], he eagerly signed up at a military recruiting office in Fredericton, New Brunswick, where he was given an army uniform. After Sterling completed basic training, he was on a ship crossing the Atlantic Ocean for more training in England … then to see action in the ‘European Theatre’ of World War Two.
Trooper Sterling McLean [Reg # G3906] was a member of the 28th Armoured Regiment [tanks], based in British Columbia.
And like so many teens and young men back then, Sterling never came home.Sterling McLean was killed on April 25, 1945, in Friesoythe, near Bremen in northwest Germany — just days before the Nazis surrendered.
[Canadian Troops in Friesoythe. The photo was taken on April 14th, 1945.]
Like his mother, Sterling died young; he had just turned 21.
Trooper McLean is one of 1,382 soldiers interred in a Canadian War Cemetery in Holten, Netherlands, about two hours’ drive from where he died.
McLean is buried with a group of young soldiers in a corner of the well-kept cemetery. When I say ‘young,’ their ages range from 19 to 26. It sure seems like a misprint, doesn’t it?
On the white tombstones in Holten are touching tributes: “Far from home he died that we might enjoy life” … “Memories are treasures no one can steal; Death leaves a heartache no one can heal” … “He is not dead, he is just asleep” and … “Far from those who loved him but in eternal peace with God …”
However, on the tombstone of Edmund and Dorvil’s son, there is no personalized tribute — only a cross.
Left: Sterling [circa 1934, 10 years old?] and Sterling [14?] with his dad, Edmund, in Low, Quebec [circa 1938]. Edmund left Campbellton in the early 1930s, settled down in Low and remarried. He died in the 1970s. Photos courtesy of Penny Warne.
ON THE HOMEFRONT
Sterling McLean was engaged to a young woman who lived in an apartment building on Rue Pierce in downtown Montreal, in the shadows of beautiful Mount Royal.
Evelyn Gallant paced the floor, worried about her fiancé because she hadn’t heard from him in a while. Her fiancé’s censured letters from Europe had stopped coming.
Had Sterling been wounded? Was he recovering in a hospital? Perhaps he was on his way back to Canada, and they’d be together again …
Evelyn had no idea what was going on, so she wrote to Army Headquarters in Ottawa. Click on her short letter [lower left] to read what she had to say …
Not long after, the mailman arrived with a typed letter from the Canadian military. Now Evelyn would know. She tore open the envelope and read the letter. Evelyn’s worst fears were realized. The young woman burst into tears. She read the letter again and again.
As the country song goes, war is hell on the homefront too.
Here’s a short video clip [:25] showing the rugged rocks where the girls died. Click on the arrow to view it.
LIFE IN 1924 …
It’s always hard to imagine what life was like before we came into the world. But through popular songs from the “Roaring ’20s” [specifically 1924] … and some key events from that year, we can get a ‘feel’ for what life was like back then.
1924 was the year Prince Edward Island switched driving from the left side to the right … the Royal Canadian Air Force was formed … Prime Minister Mackenzie King made radio history by broadcasting the first federal speech … and in hockey at the first Winter Olympics in Chamonix, France, Canada [represented by the Toronto Granite Club] beat the United States 6-1 in a testy, injury-filled game. Some things never change.
Let’s hear a four-and-a-half-minute compilation of hit songs from 1924 … California, Here I Come [Al Jolson]; It Had To Be You [Isham Jones & His Orchestra]; Somebody Loves Me [Paul Whiteman & His Orchestra] and The Charleston [Arthur Gibbs & His Orchestra].
JOHNSON’S WORK LIVES ON …
AN EVERLASTING MEMORY
Angie Johnson, Alex’s eldest daughter, now in her 70s, lives in the tiny house her father built on Aucoin Street in the West end of Campbellton.
When Angie relaxes on her south-facing balcony, overlooking the Sugarloaf, she thinks about the two Ramsay girls — and her dad, the painter. “My father …” Angie offers, tearing up, “was such a kind man.” Motioning to the crosses, she adds, “Look what he did! I am so proud of him …”
Over the years, hundreds of thousands of people — perhaps millions — have reflected on the two crosses initially painted by World War I vet Alex Johnson.
Now, that’s a tribute.
Well done, very good read. Thank you.
Thank you for sharing. Very well done.
Another excellent article.
I would like a story on The Van Horne Bridge. I remember us playing underneath on the catwalk during construction. What a nice revisit.
Wow, What a story. I always wondered what was the truth behind the crosses on the Campbellton Sugarloaf Mountain. Now I know.
No more is it a mystery to me and many others.
This is absolutely a wonderful recollection of what’s behind the two crosses!
I’ve lived in Campbellton till 1979 prior to university and honestly had no full understanding of all the facts behind the tragedy.
Thanks for sharing and again showing why Campbellton is a great humanitarian city!
John Ross, born in Campbellton now lives in Miramichi with his cousin Jack Miller, who lives in Fredericton, climbed the path on the eastern side of the mountain in August 1951 … had a picnic there. Beautiful view of Campbellton.
Thank you to the person that posted this article.
Wow. That is truly an in-depth look at the two crosses.
It’s nice to be able to get so much information about them.
Thank you for sharing.
Very well done. Climbed the mountain many times in 1960’s and 70’s.
The last part of east side path was a rock climb. Also remember the path in woods from Brookside to the mountain. Always thought it was spooky in there.
Would like to see more history on my hometown.
I enjoy your articles and images whenever they come up on my Internet horizon. Keep up your fine work!
Best regards from a fellow Campbelltonian now living in the balmy South at sunny Shediac.
Louis Allard (formerly of Queen Street)
I lived in Campbellton for 6 years and did not know this story. My brother and friends climbed Sugarloaf but not I.
We used to climb the Sugarloaf often as kids in the 1960s.
Our family always talked about the Ramsay sisters, telling us to be careful going up there … and to watch for the bears.
Thank you for sharing so many more facts. Interesting read.
Thanks for again writing a great article about our hometown.
My Mom had told me some of the story about the Ramsay girls when I was a child as I wondered what those crosses were all about.
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Beautifully written. You tell the story with heartfelt sincerity, a poignant tribute to the girls, their family and their place in the history of Campbellton. Thank you.
Having lived the first 19 years of my life in Campbellton, I’ve always wondered about the significance of the two crosses painted on the face of the Sugarloaf … now I know the facts.
Thank you for sharing. Very well done.
Amazing fact finding. Very impressive.
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A little history about the Sugarloaf Mountain crosses in New Brunswick!
Have been going up the mountain a few times a week for the past 40 years and although I knew the crosses represented the deaths of the Ramsay sisters it was nice to read the actual story.
Thanks for sharing.
By the way, 22 years ago I took my daughter [who was around 13 years old at the time] up to the crosses. It wasn’t the smartest thing I ever did and was reminded often by the mother. We were able to touch the large cross but couldn’t reach the small one.
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I remember moving to Campbellton in 1971 and being told the story of the crosses.
I read this article and it still breaks my heart. What a tragedy. I’ve always wondered why they would go up the mountain at that time of year and that late in the day.
That thought has plagued me too since I was a little girl.
My Grandparents lived in Campbellton and I spent a lot of time there. I tried to do my own research to find out about the Ramsay sisters.
I remember this story and looked it up at the library … a great tragedy for the Ramsay family.
I lived on upper Lansdowne Street and our house faced the mountain so I saw the crosses everyday. As children, we climbed the mountain often; some of the boys used to climb the face.
I was good friends with Linda Johnson and I know her family was proud of their father for painting the crosses.
Thanks for a well-written story.
I was born in Campbellton in 1927. I grew up hearing the account of the Ramsay sisters.
I worked on the CN Railway for 37 years. I knew both Alex and Elmer Johnson. They worked for B&B (bridge and builders). I also knew Syd Ramsay — and knew the police officer that went to the place of the tragedy. My brother and I chummed with his son.
For something to do in those days, we ran up and down the path to the top of Sugarloaf Mountain. We timed it to see who could run up and down the fastest.
It is a great article on the story of the Ramsay sisters … it is good to let the younger generation know a little of the history of Campbellton. Well done.
Great and moving story. Thank you.
This is a wonderful article, Byron. You have a great gift for storytelling and bringing this tragedy to life for today’s generation.
I knew the basic facts of the story but not in such detail – great research! Thank you for taking the time to prepare this thoughtful empathetic account.
I have climbed the mountain a few times too, but never had the nerve to go up the north face – the gradual trek on the east side was plenty challenging enough for me.
I doubt I could climb the Sugarloaf at all these days, even on the path. Last time I was up was about 30 years ago with my friend Charlotte, another teacher. But we were a lot younger. Even then I had to catch my breath many times, and that last 100 feet of sheer rock was a devil to climb. But a beautiful view from the top. That day, as we were sitting there puffing and getting our breath back, we saw a couple of little heads appearing over the north face — two boys no more than 7 or 8 years old who had climbed up the front of the mountain collecting pop and beer cans/bottles — if you can believe it. All of a sudden, our accomplishment withered in comparison.
Very nice for you to share their story.
My mother use to tell me about the two girls that fell but now I have names to put with the story.
Thank you. It was a wonderful and educational read.
Thank you, excellent article … keep them coming … love to read about our Campbellton history.
I am told that the Ramsay sisters are distant relatives on my father’s side. I have nothing to substantiate this of course.
Thank you for this amazing article. Each time I read it, I understand your interest.
You are such a wonderful advocate for this area we call home!
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Thank you for the in-depth story of the crosses that I used to see every day from my house on George Street in Campbellton. I knew they represented two deaths, but now I know the complete story.
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All my life I heard that the two girls had a fight because one sister was sleeping with the other one’s husband. Has anyone else heard this?
I often heard the story of the young women who died on the mountain but never knew the real story now I do its sad may you rest in peace amen thanks for taking the time you but into this story means so much to so many people heart breaking
I love all the articles you write … not having moved far from home, I get to see the Sugarloaf all the time.
I remember as a child our parents telling us this story — not in detail like you wrote it — but basically the same.
We climbed the mountain many times on Sunday afternoons … sometimes 30 of us with our brothers looking out for us.
Thank you once again for a great story. I look forward to your next.
Thanks for sharing.
So special to be able to discover such detailed information and see new pictures, thank you so much!
Thank you so much for writing this article.
I have heard various versions of this story over the years. It is so nice to read this detailed version.
Amazing work putting this together. I appreciate this so much.
I am so happy to see the updates that were added. Opens up more of the mystery for the people that live here in Campbellton. Great job!
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Thank You so much.
Ce n’est pas l’histoire que j’avais entendu. Heureuse d’avoir enfin connu la vérité. On m’avait dit que c’était une mère et sa fille qui cuieillaient des bleuets qui étaient tombées. God bless you girls.
Translation: This is not the story I heard. Happy to finally know the truth. I had been told that it was a mother and her daughter who were looking for blueberries. God bless you girls.
The two ladies were my Mom’s cousins. Mom (Bertha Ryan Lutz) told us that the accident was very suspicious.
This is my great grandfather, Alex Johnson.
Thank you for this great write-up.
It must have been so sad for the family and the whole town as they grieved for this double loss.
I was born in 1941 in Campbellton and left in 1971. I looked up at those crosses many times and was only told that two young girls fell from the mountain. Was never told who they were, or how it happened.
After all these years, I now know.
Thanks for sharing, well done. I was born in Campbellton and climbed the mountain many times as a kid picking blueberries and just for the hike.
I was born and lived in Campbellton and climbed the Sugarloaf several times. I really appreciate the history about the girls who lost their lives on the face of the mountain. I looked at those crosses and thought of Dorvil and Lottie many many times!
Thank you and I know the girls are resting in the arms of our Lord!
My name is Charles LeBlanc; I was born in Atholville in 1937. My parents ran the LeBlanc Grocery Store. We moved to Bathurst in 1954.
I knew the reason for the crosses. Really enjoyed the details.
Very interesting to read this story after so many years of knowing about this tragedy.
Our family has a close connection to the history of these two young girls. My grandparents lived in Campbellton and our mother was born there in January 1925 and she was named after the two girls.
My mother was named Dorval Lottie Smith and later married and moved to Winnipeg with her husband Herbert George Gray and raised her 5 children, Glen, Jane, Randy, Margo and Gary who all still live in Winnipeg. Mom passed away in 2007 and dad passed away in 2019 at age 98.
Many of the extended Smith family still live in eastern canada.
I just wanted to add a little information to this story.
Thanks for the update Byron! Hope all is well with you, considering the f*&king virus!
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> Randy Gray commented: “Very interesting to read this story after so many > years of knowing about this tragedy. Our family has a close connection to > the history of these two young girls. My grandparents lived in Campbellton > and our mother was born there in January 1925 and she wa” >
For nine months we had a nice view of these crosses from our front porch.
In September 1981, we purchased a house at 27 Landsdowne St. Judy and I and 4-year-old Corey were happy to move into this nice 1 1/2 story house, sold to us by a Mr. Smith. We previously lived at 42 Stanley Street, the downstairs portion of Doug Dickie’s house.
Sadly, my Job at CN was cut along with six others in the Technical Services division of the Engineering Department. My family transferred to Saint John in July, 1982.
Some folks may remember my grandmother, Greta MacKenzie, the well-known piano teacher and church organist (33 Andrew Street, right next to the library).