Thursday, March 29, 2012

Amesdale Emergency Landing Strip

Airport Construction - Unemployment Relief Camp 1936
 
In 1920, when the idea of a national air service was conceived, Canada was one of the very few countries of the world that had no organized air service connecting its principal cities.  Geography and climate conspired to restrict trans-continental air travel within Canada.  Owing to its numerous lakes and freezing temperatures, the Canadian airline industry operated on planes equipped with pontoons in summer, and skis in winter.  Twice a year, at break-up and freeze-up , operations were shut down for three to six months; a situation unacceptable for the establishment of a national air service.

Back in 1871, the encroachment of U.S. railroads on the 49th parallel, had alarmed the MacDonald government, and resulted in the construction of the Canadian Pacific Railway.  Similarly, the threat of U.S. inter-city air services extending into Canadian cities convinced the government that  developing a Canadian transcontinental airway was a national imperative, and in 1928 it was decided to span the breadth of Canada, from Halifax on the Atlantic to Vancouver on the Pacific, with a year-round air service. Like the railway before it, in the words of C.D. Howe, Minister of Transport in Prime Minister Mackenzie King's cabinet, the airway would “overcome vast geographical barriers, thwart the Americans, reassure the British and unite the country."
 
By 1930 the western section from Winnipeg to the Rockies had already been built, but if Canada was to have a national airway, the wilderness of Northern Ontario needed to be safely traversed.  Therefore, in the interest of safe travel, a chain of emergency landing strips at approximately 100 mile intervals had to be established through sparsely populated Northern Ontario.   Amesdale, like Sioux Lookout and Armstrong to the east, was among the 42 locations designated for the construction of an emergency airfield. 

By 1934, nearly 8000 men were mobilised for construction of Canada’s transcontinental airway.  At the worst part of the Great Depression, under the Unemployment Relief Scheme, the Bennett government provided food and shelter and five dollars a day for the growing numbers of single unemployed men, in exchange for their labour.   From Quebec to Manitoba an army of workers braved wintery blasts of twenty to thirty below zero and summer’s plague of big, black flies to cut down trees, level off fields, dynamite, and burn stumps and fill muskeg swamps with rocks and boulders.  Even after the fields had been cleared it was no small task to prevent the fast growing bush from reclaiming the land.  Thus were created small oases in the desert of forests where planes might land in an emergency.  Though rarely used, lonely airfields such as the one at Amesdale provided the security necessary for the establishment of Trans-Canada Airways, the forerunner of Air Canada.  

With its three sand runways standing like a white cross among the green spruce, the little airfield, situated one mile north of the Amesdale general store and train station and above what came to be known as Airport Lake,  was a beehive of activity during the Depression.   Construction was initiated at the south-east end of the lake.  Frank Douglas Austin came to Amesdale and worked as an engineer to build the airport at Amesdale in about 1936. He and his wife Hattie were housed in a small cottage by the lake near the construction camp site. Larry Pinkerton of Dryden, served as the foreman for the project.

Upon completion, Jack Nelson became the manager of the airport, and was assigned to report any activity, especially during the war.   He had a horse and a mower to keep the grass down.   He kept one building open and lived in a white frame cottage with red trim, where his wife Ella had a big garden and was noted for her lovely flowers.   For a time the five bunkhouses were used for summer youth camps, and Larry Sward eventually took over the foreman’s house down by the lake.  The large fields served as the ideal setting for Dominion Day celebrations, witnessing sack races, three-legged races, and tug of war games.  Softball tournaments, horseshoes, and a dip in the cool water of spring-fed Airport Lake which lay just over brow of the hill, became regular summer fare for the citizens of Amesdale.

With the exception of a pilot named Jones, flying across northern Ontario when engine trouble forced him to make a belly landing at Amesdale, it is uncertain how many planes actually landed on the 3700 foot long landing strip at Amesdale.  

The sandy clearings that still exist are a witness to Amesdale’s part in providing security for the establishment of the Trans-Canada Airways.  They also remind us of the many memorable community activities, as well as happy reunions of Amesdale family and friends, after the store and station were long gone.




Clarence Tillenius: Painter and Homesteader

1913-2012

 "The paintings of Clarence Tillenius transport you to the wild open plains of the past, into the protective and secretive worlds hidden around us, and lift you to where you can feel the primeval vastness of the forest and the mountains. Life as it was, as we often nostalgically wish for, will be opened up to you, evoking both joy and sadness and a peaceful sense of appreciation for the man who painted it, Clarence Tillenius." Dr. Philip H.R. Stepney, Director Provincial Museum of Alberta.

 

Message of Farewell to His Friends 

I believe that there is in the universe an underlying rhythm, a stream of life common to all ages; that the work of an artist who could tap into that rhythm would be timeless, it would be understood in any age, since man himself is bound by, and responds to, the same rhythm as the animals.
When that rhythm calls me to a universe other than this one; I ask each of you, who wish to remember me, to look at my paintings or my dioramas. As long as my work is appreciated by the generations that follow, my work will have tapped into that rhythm and will be timeless; even though I have now crossed that great Divide.
 Clarence Tillenius


Observations of a Personal Friend

by Clarence Tillenius

"Just finished re-reading your history of your father Gordon Ames: I must tell you I had both sympathy and deep admiration for Gordon - in contrast to all his brothers and sisters who were all tall and good looking, Gordon with his hunchback suffered many indignities what he largely - and usually successfully - hid from the world.

To give you an example: one morning early I was alone in his store with Gordon when a man walked in - someone I had not met but I think probably some distant relative of Gordon's - and his opening greeting was: "Haven't yet gotten your head up off your shoulders, have you Ames?" Gordon, quick witted as always, came back with: "If your head was so full of brains as mine is, ya' wouldn't care where it was!!"

I, myself, had been deeply disgusted at such a comment being directed to Gordon - who can help such a disfigurement caused by no fault of his own? And I sensed then - as I did many times after - that Gordon's constant high spirits and public merriment disguised a sensitive nature often and deeply hurt by these supposed joking references to his handicap.

What I admired in him then, as I do to this day, was his ability to make the best of his handicap and try his best to provide the good life for your mother and you in spite of those lapses when the black moods would overcome him and alcohol to drown his handicap would -though rarely enough- take over.

This is just a personal observation, Brian, but one I thought I should pass on to you."

Best Regards,
Clarence

"If"


Joseph Gordon Ames – A Favourite Poem

As a child, I remember my Dad reciting Rudyard Kipling’s didactic poem, entitled "If".   To “keep your head when all about you are losing theirs” was his personal maxim.  

 
If...

Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qE7Rkcn33gg