Saturday, August 14, 2010

‘Seventeen sheep preferred to die than to be killed yesterday’

Blasts from NL’s past

Quotes of the week from August, 2006 Independent newspapers

“Flash not around thy fridge magnets and thy knickknacks. Keep the whoredoms, idolatries and fornications down to a dull roar.”

— Ray Guy to the politicians of the day.

“My disability is not a challenge, it’s another door that’s open to me.”

— Teenager Brad Evoy reflects on his stay at Lion Max Simms Memorial Camp

“We have no official sports teams, but we do have late-night spotlight games and peddle-bike gangs. There are no clubs to belong to, but everyone is welcome to the cabins the boys build in the woods.”

— Pam Pardy Ghent on life in Harbour Mille

“They are never going to make it to be truly middle class.”

— Al Antle of Newfoundland and Labrador Credit Counselling services on student debt


“The body of a man, name unknown, was found floating in the harbour Monday evening last, it was taken on shore and buried. From its appearance, it must have been in the water a considerable time, as the initials on the sheath knife were completely washed away.”

St. John’s Daily News, Aug. 26th, 1869


“The Boston Traveller, in a late issue, remarks: ‘The people of Newfoundland find themselves in a condition deserving of sympathy. There is no manufacturing interest on the Island, and the agricultural interest is of the smallest. Newfoundland’s industry and her source of maintenance lie in her fisheries. The people find the mother country to be only a step-mother after all. England owns the Island, but has sold the rights of her subjects there to the French. Either she is ignorant of the fact Newfoundlanders must fish or starve, or else she doesn’t care whether they starve or not.’”

Harbour Grace Standard, Aug. 19, 1890


“Seventeen sheep preferred to die than to be killed yesterday. They committed suicide. About seven hundred dollars’ worth of living sheep became what is termed as ‘meat’ when rather than stand and be torn to shreds by 3 dogs they collectively and one by one jumped over a two hundred foot cliff at Freshwater.

One of the flock, which had no Japanese-in-war instinct, ran in an opposite direction and thereby saved its life. Around 8:30 a.m. Roland Parsons who was out in his boat fishing, saw the sheep falling one after the other down the sheer face of the cliff.”

Wabana Star, Bell Island, Aug. 30, 1962

1 comment:

Brad Evoy said...

Wow, I remember that article and aforementioned summer camp.
Good times, indeed (but I can't believe that was four years ago!).

Great blog sir, many kudos.
- Brad.