tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17869597416172708012024-02-06T23:35:26.777-05:00EverdelloJoanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comBlogger399125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-40806848400347413982017-03-08T18:43:00.000-05:002017-03-08T18:44:02.819-05:00Storydello: The Last Word<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm9JPhXZqiO16t93MhqIlYFshQg7spM5pjdFE4yXGojZUGTTiFUaANNrDFHFSofZMgZUSIzPVMWKWF3BAwEx39bjsiAigkun_9kvQ1POOH0GGI2hi0B9EVjtxHZsS7i8MH1GqlfS3QiOs/s1600/phyllis-742820.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm9JPhXZqiO16t93MhqIlYFshQg7spM5pjdFE4yXGojZUGTTiFUaANNrDFHFSofZMgZUSIzPVMWKWF3BAwEx39bjsiAigkun_9kvQ1POOH0GGI2hi0B9EVjtxHZsS7i8MH1GqlfS3QiOs/s320/phyllis-742820.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6395277785957727250" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_hO9Ux7AKr0iDdGGZ1MTVGMNVzEQbDowktYJSP0C0MJ1ZRt1nyDOxrQulXQkWPD_JFDbvIY6-QlEjUamlfBDtKxvHZqN2Q4N5T0gQyw49WufdDt_AIIIi7phFEaNqWG8MjlXjiS5e9DA/s1600/hugo-744335.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_hO9Ux7AKr0iDdGGZ1MTVGMNVzEQbDowktYJSP0C0MJ1ZRt1nyDOxrQulXQkWPD_JFDbvIY6-QlEjUamlfBDtKxvHZqN2Q4N5T0gQyw49WufdDt_AIIIi7phFEaNqWG8MjlXjiS5e9DA/s320/hugo-744335.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6395277795769497106" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><b>Phyllis Laura Knight</b><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><br>Phyllis Knight and Jean Royce continued to live in the small house at 140 Stuart Street until Jean's death in 1982. Phyllis moved to a nursing home and died there eighteen months later. She was 94 years old.<br><br>---<br><b>Hugo</b><br><br>Today, a popular Queen's mascot stands in the medical library on campus. It's a small bronze ape in a pose similar to that of Rodin's The Thinker.<br><br>The ape's name is "Hugo," and he originally belonged to Archie Knight. Phyllis gave him to the library around the time the Knight family home was demolished. The theme of the statue is Darwin's Origin of Species. Archie recalled reading that book in his early days as a theology student at Queen's, and arguing passionately with his roommate:<br><br><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0px 0px 0px 0.8ex;border-left:1px solid rgb(204,204,204);padding-left:1ex">"when that subject was broached there could be nothing expected but bad temper and red hot discussion. The conclusions...upset all our previous religious training and left us almost hopelessly stranded. I should never like to pass through those days a second time." [1]<br></blockquote><br>Archie's roommate, Malcolm MacGillivray, went on to become a prominent clergyman in Kingston, and moderator of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in Canada.<br><br>Archie gave up his theological studies and became a professor of professor of animal biology and physiology. He boldly argued in favour of Darwin's work, and wrote an essay that was "the first full-blown exposition of doctrinaire Darwinian evolution in the Queen's records." [2]<br><br>On the main floor of Bracken Library, just down the street from the spot where the Knight family home stood, Hugo is now bolted to his pedestal. (Library staff discovered that he had been spending too many nights out on the town with students.) He still dresses up for various holidays, and his head is shiny from being "rubbed for luck." Thanks to Phyllis Knight, he stands both as a reminder of big ideas that shaped the university, and of the wit, intelligence and generosity that were her father's legacy.<br><br>Many thanks to Queen's University librarian Elizabeth MacDonald-Pratt for drawing my attention to the "Hugo" statue and generously sharing her research about him.<br><br><b>The Last Word</b><br><br>This is the last entry in the Storydello series 52 Queen's Crescent, about the Knight family in Kingston, Ontario. Thank you so much for following along! Next up: Rogues and Royals, a 16-generation trip back through my Dad's line of descent. Please stay tuned!<br><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><b>Learn More about Hugo</b><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><br>"Hugo Rheinhold and his Philosophizing Monkey," by Axel Schmetzke [webpage] University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point website (<a href="https://library.uwsp.edu/aschmetz/Rheinhold's_Monkey/Rheinhold's_Monkey_Page.htm">https://library.uwsp.edu/aschmetz/Rheinhold's_Monkey/Rheinhold's_Monkey_Page.htm</a> : accessed 20 February 2017).<br><br>"Hugo Rheinhold" [wiki article, 21 October 2016] Wikipedia (<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hugo_Rheinhold">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hugo_Rheinhold</a> : accessed 20 February 2017).<br><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><b>Notes</b><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><br>[1] Excerpt from 1933-09-02 Autobiography of Archibald Patterson KNIGHT b1849. Typescript by his son Cyril Workman Knight. Original typescript in the possession of Mary Elizabeth KNIGHT Clark, Cobourg, Ontario. Scanned by John Carew in June 2014. Copy in possession of Jo Stanbridge, Kingston, 2016.<br><br>[2] "A Gladiatorial Professor", by B.N. Smallwood, H.M. Good and A.S. West, Kingston Whig-Standard, magazine section, Saturday 25 January 1992; excerpt from the book Queen's Biology: An Academic History of Innocence Lost at Fame Gained, 1858-1965. Kingston : Queen's University Press, 1992.<br><br><div style="text-align:right"><i>Posted yesterday on <a href="https://storydello.wordpress.com">Storydello</a>.</i><br></div><br></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-8061665438893991552017-03-05T08:52:00.001-05:002017-03-05T08:52:51.113-05:00Storydello: Time Marches On<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPlpsBEoUQvGBRWOvzOLxKzIYRBo4pLodWR7fAwl7vlMGITUGTEmvxXlrK6QMNYK0DZfUu-HlrLUyS0AGiO1nZusVcdpMg4NdR1FK4el9-kuv2GXGh6k5plotldj19RmNRPiDLXeBe1kw/s1600/stirling-hall-771114.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPlpsBEoUQvGBRWOvzOLxKzIYRBo4pLodWR7fAwl7vlMGITUGTEmvxXlrK6QMNYK0DZfUu-HlrLUyS0AGiO1nZusVcdpMg4NdR1FK4el9-kuv2GXGh6k5plotldj19RmNRPiDLXeBe1kw/s320/stirling-hall-771114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6394012181802704802" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default"><font size="2"><span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><br></span></font><p style="direction:ltr;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);margin:0px 0px 1em"><font size="2"><span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><a style="text-decoration:underline;color:rgb(37,133,178)" href="http://www.queensu.ca/encyclopedia/s/stirling-hall" target="_blank">Stirling Hall</a> now stands where Archie and Corrie raised their family. They watched Queen's University grow up around them, and played a vital role in the university community--they lived, studied and worked on campus.</span></font></p> <p style="direction:ltr;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);margin:0px 0px 1em"><font size="2"><span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif">Archie held positions in the biology department, the medical faculty, and the school of mining. He helped to design and equip the "New Medical Building" that opened in 1907. Ironically, it is now the home of Queen's University Archives.</span></font></p> <p style="direction:ltr;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);margin:0px 0px 1em"><font size="2"><span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif">When Phyllis's house was torn down, she saved and organized Archie's papers and donated them to the archives. His letters and notebooks are now preserved in the building he helped to design. These blog entries could not have been written without them.</span></font></p><font size="2"><span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><br></span></font></div><div class="gmail_default" style="text-align:right"><font size="2"><span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><i>Posted two days ago on <a href="https://storydello.wordpress.com">Storydello</a></i>.<br></span></font></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-32446117462047643862017-02-25T09:00:00.000-05:002017-02-25T09:01:22.154-05:00Storydello: Phyllis Relents<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjra8GyxMsd8tjQqgU9QlLvjb4GRwexkBibGNnrA-NnI2sTwghMXjB_WUlR2uG37qAUAfi7nuO5YQ7foyhX2x1fXk-x2LbybKDys0q-wmyPpFLdOuMutF2Vo2UN2pzUX1izcw2i2nzLgik/s1600/stuart-street-house-782155.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjra8GyxMsd8tjQqgU9QlLvjb4GRwexkBibGNnrA-NnI2sTwghMXjB_WUlR2uG37qAUAfi7nuO5YQ7foyhX2x1fXk-x2LbybKDys0q-wmyPpFLdOuMutF2Vo2UN2pzUX1izcw2i2nzLgik/s320/stuart-street-house-782155.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6391045697297399634" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><br><p style="direction:ltr;font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em"><a style="text-decoration:underline;color:rgb(37,133,178)" href="https://storydello.wordpress.com/2017/02/08/phylliss-fight/" target="_blank">In 1961, when Phyllis said "no" to the property developer,</a> the university principal stepped in. He negotiated the deal himself. He invited Phyllis for tea, and they discussed the matter quietly. Faced with the inevitable, Phyllis relented. Her home would be torn down.</p> <p style="direction:ltr;font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em">Jean and Phyllis moved to a smaller house just two blocks away, at 140 Stuart Street. As in the old house, each had her own apartment, where they lived quite happily for fifteen more years<i>.</i></p><p style="font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em;text-align:right"><i>Posted yesterday on <a href="https://storydello.wordpress.com/2017/02/24/phyllis-relents/">Storydello</a>. </i><br></p></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-66610347466399317632017-02-22T08:52:00.000-05:002017-02-22T08:53:10.665-05:00Storydello: Phyllis's House<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH4lsnz8SMKw8LcaLVtaEHubQ5moPPjmTx6AZi5xYOlNdVUp96FkOOtNcjOYYEbQ5S8Vvgijn3B5-zFL4TdropPBoJ9qo3qL6DK5RwZ3iJXxkHbFoiIpwPHalBehgQEQlaBP8Nfd2-yvQ/s1600/phyllis-and-jean-790667.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH4lsnz8SMKw8LcaLVtaEHubQ5moPPjmTx6AZi5xYOlNdVUp96FkOOtNcjOYYEbQ5S8Vvgijn3B5-zFL4TdropPBoJ9qo3qL6DK5RwZ3iJXxkHbFoiIpwPHalBehgQEQlaBP8Nfd2-yvQ/s320/phyllis-and-jean-790667.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6389930330162169314" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><p style="direction:ltr;font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em;text-align:left">The house was two-and-a-half storeys tall, made of brick with wood floors, big closets, a dining room with a built-in china cabinet, and a fireplace. It was from this house that Phyllis's siblings started their marriages and careers, and moved away. This was also the house where her niece (Muriel's daughter) came in 1903 as a toddler, grew up and married, and emigrated to England. And it was in this house that both of Phyllis's parents had grown old and died in 1935 and 1936.</p> <p style="direction:ltr;font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em">Phyllis continued to live in the house for many years afterward, making her living as a music teacher, giving lessons and even holding recitals in the living room. To boost her income, she converted the second floor into apartments, and rented one of these to the <a style="text-decoration:underline;color:rgb(37,133,178)" href="http://www.queensu.ca/gazette/alumnireview/stories/jean-royce-queens-university-incarnate" target="_blank">famous university registrar, Jean Isobel Royce</a>. The two women became fast friends.</p> <p style="direction:ltr;font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em;text-align:right"><em><a style="text-decoration:underline;color:rgb(37,133,178)" href="https://storydello.wordpress.com/52-queens-crescent" target="_blank">Sources</a></em></p></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-37344343090541852132017-02-11T12:51:00.000-05:002017-02-11T12:52:19.466-05:00Storydello: Phyllis's Fight<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF8GP9b8jK-WtspGVXssiO2PMBix4lVoJkQpvxIm4hFCiOS1aPPPQ9Gotuk4Bn09nkY3Eg65i8rfMrJhIkPw5LYeI8PNdLDPzOr_0CNfMnBqmTNJewLlxOp3naz90xCv6Nx5UhYPjtGu8/s1600/protest-739467.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF8GP9b8jK-WtspGVXssiO2PMBix4lVoJkQpvxIm4hFCiOS1aPPPQ9Gotuk4Bn09nkY3Eg65i8rfMrJhIkPw5LYeI8PNdLDPzOr_0CNfMnBqmTNJewLlxOp3naz90xCv6Nx5UhYPjtGu8/s320/protest-739467.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6385910019932942418" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><font size="1">A controversy erupted at Queen's University in 1961, twenty-six years after the death of Archibald Patterson Knight.</font><font size="1"><br><br>As a scientist, Professor Emeritus, and former member of the university's Board of Trustees, AP might have been in favour of the plan for a new physics building on the Queen's University campus. But the Board had chosen a site that would destroy the last large green space on campus. Students and faculty protested, demonstrations were held, and the Board was forced to change its decision.</font><font size="1"><br><br>An alternative site was chosen on Queen's Crescent, where most of the property owners had agreed to sell. Just one person held out. It was Archie and Cordelia's daughter, Phyllis Knight, who had lived at 52 Queen's Crescent for nearly 70 years.<br><br></font></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small;text-align:right"><font size="1"><i>Posted 3 days ago on <a href="https://storydello.wordpress.com/2017/02/08/phylliss-fight/">Storydello</a>.</i></font><br></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-29871976802229079702017-01-31T08:28:00.000-05:002017-01-31T08:29:38.684-05:00Alphadello: Z is for Zone-Tailed Hawk<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUyzexRol3Wdz3sGsBisISPoqDzOlYhBrc3Jnkmjak3KOJX7R5A-cRjLWVGFu0SXJhCMTDtQJZcC4R4aKIJpE2YSqVYudPowoeGsLJv0XuMbtlTwW2zihxLeODe-gQo4pQTQnq7tsRu8/s1600/zone-tail-778685.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUyzexRol3Wdz3sGsBisISPoqDzOlYhBrc3Jnkmjak3KOJX7R5A-cRjLWVGFu0SXJhCMTDtQJZcC4R4aKIJpE2YSqVYudPowoeGsLJv0XuMbtlTwW2zihxLeODe-gQo4pQTQnq7tsRu8/s320/zone-tail-778685.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6381760393141286530" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><br></span><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0px 0px 0px 0.8ex;border-left:1px solid rgb(204,204,204);padding-left:1ex"><p style="font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);margin:0px 0px 1em"><span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif">While we were walking down the bed of the stream we were delighted to see a zone-tailed hawk fly from the leafy top of a tall cottonwood...The hawk began screaming and was soon joined by its mate; both birds circled about in the vicinity as long as we were there.</span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="font-size:1.1em;font-style:italic;color:rgb(135,135,135);border-left:3px solid rgb(204,204,204);padding-left:1em;margin:1em 1em 1em 2em"> </blockquote> <p style="direction:ltr;font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);margin:0px 0px 1em"><span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif">The text is from "Zone-Tailed Hawk," <em>Life Histories of North American Birds of Prey</em>, by Arthur Cleveland Bent (1887). <a style="text-decoration:underline;color:rgb(37,133,178)" href="https://archive.org/stream/bulletinunitedst1671937unit#page/212/mode/2up/" target="_blank">Click here to read the book online, or download it free, from the Internet Archive.</a></span></p> <p style="direction:ltr;font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);margin:0px 0px 1em"><span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><strong>Bonus:</strong> check out this beautiful <a style="text-decoration:underline;color:rgb(37,133,178)" href="https://archive.org/stream/picturealphabeto00thom#page/1/mode/2up" target="_blank"><em>Picture Alphabet of Birds</em> published by Thomas Nelson Company in 1874</a>. Some of their choices were similar to mine, and some different!</span></p><p style="font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);margin:0px 0px 1em;text-align:right"><span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><i>Posted yesterday in "ABC of Birds" on <a href="https://alphadello.wordpress.com">Alphadello</a>.</i> </span><span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif"></span><br><span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif"></span></p></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small;text-align:center"><span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif">_____________________<br><br></span></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small;text-align:center"><font size="1"><span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif">Please stay tuned for a NEW Alphadello alphabet--coming soon!</span></font><br><span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif">_____________________<br></span></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><br></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-51151277217351293392017-01-17T07:53:00.000-05:002017-01-17T07:54:24.630-05:00Alphadello: Y is for Yellow-Bellied Sapsucker<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfgUtgHz5gV5R3St_mQvpA1PWFOyyuVLdkSW128dNE2i9_hf_kAiOFFB0CkWNgSk7QhBprLXYUr3F2b9EGYrqlzRx6oiTITwyz63n1EbzwfTa1IEECPTT6A7vDoiifiZCGg7knW1pwnw4/s1600/yellow-764631.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfgUtgHz5gV5R3St_mQvpA1PWFOyyuVLdkSW128dNE2i9_hf_kAiOFFB0CkWNgSk7QhBprLXYUr3F2b9EGYrqlzRx6oiTITwyz63n1EbzwfTa1IEECPTT6A7vDoiifiZCGg7knW1pwnw4/s320/yellow-764631.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6376556119001548642" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0px 0px 0px 0.8ex;border-left:1px solid rgb(204,204,204);padding-left:1ex"><p style="font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em">...a rapid drumming on a tree behind me made me turn in that direction to discover a big, red-headed woodpecker. On going nearer it proved to be a Yellow-bellied Sapsucker busy on a thrifty tree extracting sap.</p></blockquote><blockquote style="font-family:times,serif;font-size:1.1em;font-style:italic;color:rgb(135,135,135);border-left:3px solid rgb(204,204,204);padding-left:1em;margin:1em 1em 1em 2em"> </blockquote> <p style="direction:ltr;font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em">The text is from an untitled article by Nellie H. Hunt, <em>The Wilson Bulletin</em> (1902). <a style="text-decoration:underline;color:rgb(37,133,178)" href="https://archive.org/stream/jstor-4153801/4153801#page/n1/mode/2up" target="_blank">Click here to read the article online, or download it free, from the Internet Archive</a>.</p><p style="font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em;text-align:right">Posted yesterday in the <i>ABC of Birds</i> on <a href="https://alphadello.wordpress.com">Alphadello</a>. <br></p></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-60978962274377400522017-01-02T20:17:00.001-05:002017-01-02T20:17:54.205-05:00Alphadello: X is for Xenops<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTxWOMhf47b022EbhPISQm5m2PlKTzbyWcE6reVg0y9zp3s1sTb28NZSMnJpLybVvhM5dVKETcBJ54-hGCZ5eXcpGCJIJS86BoLChJ5G0A-DqNipGqIXlJGjw19iuB-QqmH9IZHOBX-yw/s1600/xenops-774206.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTxWOMhf47b022EbhPISQm5m2PlKTzbyWcE6reVg0y9zp3s1sTb28NZSMnJpLybVvhM5dVKETcBJ54-hGCZ5eXcpGCJIJS86BoLChJ5G0A-DqNipGqIXlJGjw19iuB-QqmH9IZHOBX-yw/s320/xenops-774206.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6371181433569452802" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><br><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0px 0px 0px 0.8ex;border-left:1px solid rgb(204,204,204);padding-left:1ex"><p style="font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em">A very extraordinary and not inelegant little creature, having a bill totally different from any other bird...Inhabits Brazil, but is rare.</p></blockquote><blockquote style="font-family:times,serif;font-size:1.1em;font-style:italic;color:rgb(135,135,135);border-left:3px solid rgb(204,204,204);padding-left:1em;margin:1em 1em 1em 2em"> </blockquote> <p style="direction:ltr;font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em">The text is from the book <em>Zoological Illustrations : Or Original Figures and Descriptions of New, Rare, or Interesting Animals</em>, by William Swainson (1821). <a style="text-decoration:underline;color:rgb(37,133,178)" href="https://archive.org/stream/zoologicalillus01swaigoog#page/n148/mode/2up/" target="_blank">Click here to read the book online, or download it free, from the Internet Archive</a>.</p><p style="font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;text-align:right"><i>Posted yesterday in the ABC of Birds on <a href="https://alphadello.wordpress.com">Alphadello</a>.</i><br></p></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-12559336705306452842016-12-20T08:15:00.000-05:002016-12-20T08:16:28.593-05:00Alphadello: W is for Waxwing<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBzzRI3pupY2GzsFkL59eU84XUUEhgytX5ODFmXrLsE1AlyNKVCRNYGvuUWDO8J7jpeES8m7gwcECr8OwN8776Oj-zd5WbdPleTjz3y1KhZHdHjRfKfd3g8qDMDQz5Uy3u9Q6I1iZTdmM/s1600/waxwing-788594.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBzzRI3pupY2GzsFkL59eU84XUUEhgytX5ODFmXrLsE1AlyNKVCRNYGvuUWDO8J7jpeES8m7gwcECr8OwN8776Oj-zd5WbdPleTjz3y1KhZHdHjRfKfd3g8qDMDQz5Uy3u9Q6I1iZTdmM/s320/waxwing-788594.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6366171419355410738" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0px 0px 0px 0.8ex;border-left:1px solid rgb(204,204,204);padding-left:1ex"><p style="font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em">During the hard snow storm of Feb. 10, 1899, a flock of about 50 Cedar Waxwings were seen in a mountain ash tree, feeding on the berries.</p></blockquote><blockquote style="font-family:times,serif;font-size:1.1em;font-style:italic;color:rgb(135,135,135);border-left:3px solid rgb(204,204,204);padding-left:1em;margin:1em 1em 1em 2em"> </blockquote> <p style="direction:ltr;font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em">The text is from "The Bohemian Waxwing in Onondaga County, N.Y.," by A.W. Perrior (1900). <a style="text-decoration:underline;color:rgb(37,133,178)" href="https://archive.org/stream/jstor-4069084/4069084#page/n1/mode/2up" target="_blank">Click here to read the article online, or download it free, from the Internet Archive</a>.</p> <p style="font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em;text-align:right"><em>Posted yesterday in ABC of Birds on <a href="https://alphadello.wordpress.com">Alphadello</a>.<br></em></p></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-13020707578066847722016-12-07T14:56:00.001-05:002016-12-07T14:56:59.978-05:00Alphadello: V is for Vulture<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2mrZYOpAlQ9QPjBIQXi6MyqyeZ06pjIBjan4GC-kL1GGhC38t2ij7u7-XKFCZgIU0QSKl57kFRmlEsiKGn32CD9O56_xXc7_mN4E85iFqdLNKt40cAeElbBuXh7-pTYcfTjUYbrW25no/s1600/vulture-719979.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2mrZYOpAlQ9QPjBIQXi6MyqyeZ06pjIBjan4GC-kL1GGhC38t2ij7u7-XKFCZgIU0QSKl57kFRmlEsiKGn32CD9O56_xXc7_mN4E85iFqdLNKt40cAeElbBuXh7-pTYcfTjUYbrW25no/s320/vulture-719979.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6361450525049029346" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0px 0px 0px 0.8ex;border-left:1px solid rgb(204,204,204);padding-left:1ex"><p style="font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em">A pet vulture is, I think somewhat off the beaten track of aviculture. The normal appearance of the animal is not attractive; his habits are distinctly repellent...[but] his quiet unobtrusiveness developed in me an affection which I did not think I should have ever possessed for him.</p></blockquote><blockquote style="font-family:times,serif;font-size:1.1em;font-style:italic;color:rgb(135,135,135);border-left:3px solid rgb(204,204,204);padding-left:1em;margin:1em 1em 1em 2em"> </blockquote> <p style="direction:ltr;font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em"><i>Source</i>: "My Pet Vulture," by G.E. Low (1917). <a style="text-decoration:underline;color:rgb(37,133,178)" href="https://archive.org/stream/avicultural9319171918avic#page/n81/mode/2up" target="_blank">Click here to read the article online, or download it free, from the Internet Archive</a>.<br></p><p style="direction:ltr;font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em;text-align:right">Posted two days ago in the <i>ABC of Birds</i>, on <a href="https://alphadello.wordpress.com">Alphadello</a>. <br></p></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-70338588739613594032016-11-23T10:33:00.000-05:002016-11-23T10:34:02.622-05:00Alphadello: U is for Umbrella Bird<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfvbQzpfC5Hgl58Ubv701PDmruHYxy-F1Z3inDSk3jQx8dcwIqGZNsoJaqJU-I106mgpd3IYMnXnAg56kgxM-IqnFeX2mIY3LPWdyy-KbNt3E5CgyJ6zuUWLyenVi5lBPrP-BswD6GjfE/s1600/umbrellabird-742623.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfvbQzpfC5Hgl58Ubv701PDmruHYxy-F1Z3inDSk3jQx8dcwIqGZNsoJaqJU-I106mgpd3IYMnXnAg56kgxM-IqnFeX2mIY3LPWdyy-KbNt3E5CgyJ6zuUWLyenVi5lBPrP-BswD6GjfE/s320/umbrellabird-742623.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6356187573481244690" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><blockquote><font size="2">The decorations of the Umbrella-bird are as beautiful as they are bizarre...a high, arching mass of feathers, overshadowing the entire head and beak, continually spreading and partly closing again, as the bird's emotions change.<br></font> </blockquote><p style="line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em"><font size="2"><em>The Bird, Its Form and Function</em>, by C. William Beebe (1906). <a style="text-decoration:underline;color:rgb(37,133,178)" href="https://archive.org/stream/birditsformfuncti00beeb#page/266/mode/2up/search/umbrella" target="_blank">Click here to read the book online, or download it free, from the Internet Archive</a>.</font></p><p style="font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em;text-align:right">Posted in 2 days ago in my <i>ABC of Birds</i> on <a href="https://alphadello.wordpress.com">Alphadello</a>.<br></p></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-36747316953445750322016-11-15T16:06:00.000-05:002016-11-15T16:07:05.593-05:00Storydello: Mona's Legacy<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXZAwHrLQZKNvbEmAf_MtpP0_5551JP9XjGcY1BDaPzh0rwpBOSEQHpEDLBXCSe08UZ91eZ91PNryS0RSSqrVM30JbUojGooVnKLuxY14m2m5S-qxvqVLoz60IEerwxVk6RHE-gQ2yhLc/s1600/mona+photo-725594.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXZAwHrLQZKNvbEmAf_MtpP0_5551JP9XjGcY1BDaPzh0rwpBOSEQHpEDLBXCSe08UZ91eZ91PNryS0RSSqrVM30JbUojGooVnKLuxY14m2m5S-qxvqVLoz60IEerwxVk6RHE-gQ2yhLc/s320/mona+photo-725594.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6353304717613463986" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small">Mona's husband Herbert remarried and went on to a distinguished career as a Supreme Court Judge in Vancouver. He died in 1957 after a long illness. <br><br>We don't know much about Mona and Herbert's son Archie, who was living New Westminster, BC at the time of his father's death. We know more about their younger son, Phil. <br><br>During the Second World War, Phil flew 39 missions over France and Germany and earned a Distinguished Flying Cross. After the war, he returned to Vancouver and became a broadcaster and sports writer there. He also became a world-class bridge player. He died in 2012, leaving a wife, two daughters and a son, two stepchildren and five grandchildren.<br><br>----------<br><i>This concludes the story about Mona and her family. Coming up--our final chapter--about Archie and Corrie's youngest child, Phyllis. She outlived the rest of the family by nearly two decades and saved their photos, letters and documents for posterity. Without Phyllis, this Storydello series would not exist!</i><br><div style="text-align:right">Posted yesterday on <a href="https://storydello.wordpress.com">Storydello</a>. <br></div><br><font size="1"><i>----<br>Image</i>: Photo of Mona Natalie Knight, circa 1925, courtesy of Mary Elizabeth Clark, Cobourg, Ontario, 8 August 2014.</font><br></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-63237542064872844902016-11-09T20:45:00.000-05:002016-11-09T20:46:02.969-05:00Storydello: Another Tragedy<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67GSdHcnR5wTLGlmSIglAOXSoKr6r0ytUwWpaEc_gFl7DOhyqcOKQvupoDShAfT0_5N3dSFjk8maZOJDy8KrpkY1810PwNZj9m_HAtQxMZ8GIYAlbn6YXGJ6d2RePd40z1SmA6d-hiB8/s1600/monas-dau-762970.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67GSdHcnR5wTLGlmSIglAOXSoKr6r0ytUwWpaEc_gFl7DOhyqcOKQvupoDShAfT0_5N3dSFjk8maZOJDy8KrpkY1810PwNZj9m_HAtQxMZ8GIYAlbn6YXGJ6d2RePd40z1SmA6d-hiB8/s320/monas-dau-762970.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6351150091800363906" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><i>March 26, 1934</i>. Four years after Mona's death, her daughter Barbara was driving home from a movie with<i> </i>a boyfriend. The young man rounded a curve too fast, and the car flipped over. Passers-by were able to rescue him, but Barbara died at the scene of the accident. She was just 19 years old.<br><br>It's hard to imagine the effect of this tragedy on her relatives in Kingston. Her grandfather Archie died the following year, and his wife Corrie four months later. It was the end of a very painful period in the Knight family story.<br><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small;text-align:right"><i>Posted today on <a href="https://storydello.wordpress.com/">Storydello</a></i>.<br></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-62148051248494238902016-11-07T19:26:00.000-05:002016-11-07T19:27:32.529-05:00Alphadello: T is for Turkey<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOJTNqpFhMax9GEd1VlSfmwRixBungY5HMntRCIsncxqeGu-yxnbXYVS5fQ-1FPdAP2AmV7_U4ktT9147HKETcXa_AchOhYzdxv8Vp3vEWuuCiY2AEKaPsdGqpsjnlRcyWhXgAX47yhk/s1600/turkey-752529.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOJTNqpFhMax9GEd1VlSfmwRixBungY5HMntRCIsncxqeGu-yxnbXYVS5fQ-1FPdAP2AmV7_U4ktT9147HKETcXa_AchOhYzdxv8Vp3vEWuuCiY2AEKaPsdGqpsjnlRcyWhXgAX47yhk/s320/turkey-752529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6350387690875939778" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0px 0px 0px 0.8ex;border-left:1px solid rgb(204,204,204);padding-left:1ex"><p style="font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em">Good cover for turkeys includes trees 6 or more inches in diameter and at least 30 feet high. The birds roost in trees--usually in the largest ones--and frequently in trees in swamps.</p></blockquote><blockquote style="font-family:times,serif;font-size:1.1em;font-style:italic;color:rgb(135,135,135);border-left:3px solid rgb(204,204,204);padding-left:1em;margin:1em 1em 1em 2em"> </blockquote> <p style="direction:ltr;font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em">The text is from the book <em>Wild Turkeys on Southeastern Farms and Woodlands</em>, by Dale H. Arner and Verne E. Davison. <br></p><p style="font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em;text-align:right">Posted yesterday in my <i>ABC of Birds</i>, on <i><a href="https://alphadello.wordpress.com/2016/11/07/t-is-for-turkey/">Alphadello</a></i>. <br></p></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-90693446470982042122016-11-02T19:54:00.001-04:002016-11-02T19:54:50.226-04:00Storydello: Mona's Daughter<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4QBEda88aWoUbtJRPi5M5LwKS26NqTTYREDQ_p_Wj9WkqPGa52XGrVCljDv4XN8sBxm12a_8kfkZXfeCzVCo6kMFJg5ftr8A5ROtmXlDeJ5loX6_J49Dxpb3z_8vgH0p21rNlg059ziM/s1600/barbara-wood-790227.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4QBEda88aWoUbtJRPi5M5LwKS26NqTTYREDQ_p_Wj9WkqPGa52XGrVCljDv4XN8sBxm12a_8kfkZXfeCzVCo6kMFJg5ftr8A5ROtmXlDeJ5loX6_J49Dxpb3z_8vgH0p21rNlg059ziM/s320/barbara-wood-790227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6348523836466115794" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small">Mona's daughter was full of life and laughter. A year after her mother's death, she wrote a chatty letter to her grandfather Archie:<br><br>"<i>My friend is having a house party. There are going to be nine girls.... We will take turns cooking. I'm afraid I'm not much of a cook but I can manage breakfast all right... Please congratulate Aunt Phyllis for me, she must be a very good golf player...</i>"<br><br><div style="text-align:right">Posted today on <a href="https://storydello.wordpress.com">Storydello</a><br></div><br><br></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-17334758762289104612016-10-26T17:30:00.000-04:002016-10-26T17:31:11.463-04:00Storydello: The Accident<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Wwh5IZSDu6_5NanCLjt15WMccnphvECG2VMPpZQD70ZGLE0Gvr9ZiHelx8AUUJOZFf2GnvVUUaREhBC3TL0B-AJ-RuEG5DfnMpWwIqcmg407Oxpoxcgl16SrkbEtLIHzJrIGwFs9eFc/s1600/accident-771464.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Wwh5IZSDu6_5NanCLjt15WMccnphvECG2VMPpZQD70ZGLE0Gvr9ZiHelx8AUUJOZFf2GnvVUUaREhBC3TL0B-AJ-RuEG5DfnMpWwIqcmg407Oxpoxcgl16SrkbEtLIHzJrIGwFs9eFc/s320/accident-771464.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6345889222650260930" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><p style="direction:ltr;font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em">Three years after Mona's singing performance for the Governor-General, tragedy struck. On a <span class="gmail-aBn" tabindex="0"><span class="gmail-aQJ">Saturday</span></span> night during the Christmas holidays, she was driving home when her car hit a patch of ice. It spun around and crashed into a taxi. Mona was thrown against the steering wheel and died from her injuries.</p> <p style="direction:ltr;font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em">Left behind were her husband Herbert and three children: Archie (17), Barbara (15) and Philip (9).</p><p style="font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em;text-align:right"><i>Posted today on <a href="https://storydello.wordpress.com">Storydello</a>.</i><br></p></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-68802532365619490582016-10-24T17:58:00.000-04:002016-10-24T17:59:11.345-04:00Alphadello: S is for Swan<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdvaKWkDok-ev2hqG3xDjbrdyp3FhIsg6swRYu2tiYGS8289LOkJkwFWtnaY41VzIS3elr6VYpgLRRbR3UdPrEvGu5HiEA2mSi-EqqcAsY0jrNkbVn4rvkCVOSLBMP0ZnSJSah0YCwv_0/s1600/swan-751346.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdvaKWkDok-ev2hqG3xDjbrdyp3FhIsg6swRYu2tiYGS8289LOkJkwFWtnaY41VzIS3elr6VYpgLRRbR3UdPrEvGu5HiEA2mSi-EqqcAsY0jrNkbVn4rvkCVOSLBMP0ZnSJSah0YCwv_0/s320/swan-751346.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6345154269017746114" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0px 0px 0px 0.8ex;border-left:1px solid rgb(204,204,204);padding-left:1ex"><p style="font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em">What graceful bird is this? It is a SWAN. See, how she bends her long neck and spreads out her great wings to catch the breeze. Swans pass almost all their time swimming in the water.</p></blockquote><blockquote style="font-family:times,serif;font-size:1.1em;font-style:italic;color:rgb(135,135,135);border-left:3px solid rgb(204,204,204);padding-left:1em;margin:1em 1em 1em 2em"> </blockquote> <p style="direction:ltr;font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em">The text is from the book <em>Stories about Birds, For Little Folks : Twenty-three Engravings</em>, (Franklin Toys) [after 1855]. <a style="text-decoration:underline;color:rgb(37,133,178)" href="https://archive.org/stream/storiesaboutbird00newyiala#page/n5/mode/2up" target="_blank">Click here to read the book online, or download it free, from the Internet Archive</a>.</p><p style="font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em;text-align:right"><i>Posted today in the </i>ABC of Birds<i> on my blog <a href="https://alphadello.wordpress.com">Alphadello</a></i>. <br></p></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-9174580551183897242016-10-19T19:18:00.001-04:002016-10-19T19:18:45.018-04:00Storydello: Mona and the Governor-General<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt_s-rrTEYivipX0Jm_ogpWwkH4eZNigMFGR3Z4mjM7AezebMMpQg0r9f9VwPsqtIpIqV-YXP6JuLrOeTXfslvaeeF3pQxFjhWk3JhopeobaMQWhrrj8VFDKojA93nrX2u5U5ct_9-NwY/s1600/mona-and-gg-725019.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt_s-rrTEYivipX0Jm_ogpWwkH4eZNigMFGR3Z4mjM7AezebMMpQg0r9f9VwPsqtIpIqV-YXP6JuLrOeTXfslvaeeF3pQxFjhWk3JhopeobaMQWhrrj8VFDKojA93nrX2u5U5ct_9-NwY/s320/mona-and-gg-725019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6343319343564958210" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small">In 1927, Mona gave a singing performance for the Governor-General (Viscount Willingdon) and his wife during their visit to Vancouver.<br><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small;text-align:right"><i>Posted today on <a href="https://storydello.wordpress.com">Storydello</a>. </i><br></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-34371269832514213272016-10-13T05:30:00.000-04:002016-10-13T05:31:33.076-04:00Storydello: Mona's Children<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsnEGTY9Pg8q17A1w-qADISnVVnN5QrLiG4dXfISlfoQbZr5aBsKaTzmN8ah17o0Xmvjvu_GNJ_oPcODhq7KWrBzcyTSN0KD9LQHDTQJBDvF3Kr7QbgFf1vRUT2Owp2ie098SC0OMfEBQ/s1600/monas-children-793077.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsnEGTY9Pg8q17A1w-qADISnVVnN5QrLiG4dXfISlfoQbZr5aBsKaTzmN8ah17o0Xmvjvu_GNJ_oPcODhq7KWrBzcyTSN0KD9LQHDTQJBDvF3Kr7QbgFf1vRUT2Owp2ie098SC0OMfEBQ/s320/monas-children-793077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6340879663830266930" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small">By 1921, Mona and her husband were running a busy household in Vancouver--with three children, a French nurse, and a Chinese cook named Wing.<br><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small;text-align:right"><i>Posted yesterday on <a href="https://storydello.wordpress.com">Storydello</a>. </i><br></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-37477380864284319962016-10-10T16:59:00.001-04:002016-10-10T16:59:46.108-04:00Alphadello: R is for Robin<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg-ZwNgMal4phCKeasXIilO_duzOAcw1BoHRxG7GnIMHezhBKsFp7zKXAM_ZjRZKAhmOlgRwf-KrleASzma9yMjMAn5fmbQONODz2Op8fZIgove78WqH4jjld5w_R2k9gSd3iyU5NitAQ/s1600/robin-786110.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg-ZwNgMal4phCKeasXIilO_duzOAcw1BoHRxG7GnIMHezhBKsFp7zKXAM_ZjRZKAhmOlgRwf-KrleASzma9yMjMAn5fmbQONODz2Op8fZIgove78WqH4jjld5w_R2k9gSd3iyU5NitAQ/s320/robin-786110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6339943764801364370" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><br><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0px 0px 0px 0.8ex;border-left:1px solid rgb(204,204,204);padding-left:1ex"><p style="font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em">Birds enjoy the spray from a sprinkler or even from a hose...Further, a trickle of water in the right place may create the mud that is needed by robins and swallows in building their nests.</p></blockquote><blockquote style="font-family:times,serif;font-size:1.1em;font-style:italic;color:rgb(135,135,135);border-left:3px solid rgb(204,204,204);padding-left:1em;margin:1em 1em 1em 2em"> </blockquote> <p style="direction:ltr;font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em"><em>Attracting and Feeding Birds</em>, Conservation Bulletin No. 1, Fish and Wildlife Service, U.S. Department of the Interior (1972). <a style="text-decoration:underline;color:rgb(37,133,178)" href="https://archive.org/stream/attractingfeedin00boot#page/n3/mode/2up/search/robins" target="_blank">Click here to read the book online, or download it free, from the Internet Archive.</a></p><font size="1"><br></font><div style="text-align:right"><font size="1"><i>Posted today on <a href="https://alphadello.wordpress.com">Alphadello</a>.</i></font><br></div></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-504208556393635322016-10-05T16:38:00.000-04:002016-10-05T16:39:14.720-04:00Storydello: Mona's Music<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO2Ch3ZVhsA8aZC_IfcCwHzmYWdSTHmpmJ8NV4cPMm2XUK6xU0n7f2XmR-yjCcptNcCOrrwDo4E4IPowpaLM1rRvH_KhaEJqGHdzIqbxVe5f-9zBJFjIQJYL8J25rEyFRFVZFB19JHVgY/s1600/monas-music-754720.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO2Ch3ZVhsA8aZC_IfcCwHzmYWdSTHmpmJ8NV4cPMm2XUK6xU0n7f2XmR-yjCcptNcCOrrwDo4E4IPowpaLM1rRvH_KhaEJqGHdzIqbxVe5f-9zBJFjIQJYL8J25rEyFRFVZFB19JHVgY/s320/monas-music-754720.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6338083047204136722" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small">The newlyweds went to live in Vancouver, where Mona's new husband ran a successful law practice. Mona, who was a talented and successful singer, continued to study and perform. She was soon known as "one of Vancouver's outstanding vocalists."<br><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small;text-align:right"><i>Posted today on <a href="https://storydello.wordpress.com">Storydello</a></i>.<br></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-43615986141048513722016-09-28T15:48:00.001-04:002016-09-28T15:48:37.345-04:00Storydello: Mona's Wedding<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMNltMw8PWKYcRF5kCgOsL4Irl_kbR_3B5J6a6ivQri57Gbgig29zOTQjrIRkSggnnKtTlZUWQTp7Wg3GdNvMPL0tieeSzNruCuPWNDXscoeRaJXkFxa2bzcmCg2_QT-ma5gCrf10j_q4/s1600/mona-wedding-717345.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMNltMw8PWKYcRF5kCgOsL4Irl_kbR_3B5J6a6ivQri57Gbgig29zOTQjrIRkSggnnKtTlZUWQTp7Wg3GdNvMPL0tieeSzNruCuPWNDXscoeRaJXkFxa2bzcmCg2_QT-ma5gCrf10j_q4/s320/mona-wedding-717345.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6335472408473445746" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div style="font-size:small" class="gmail_default"><b>December 27th, 1911.</b> When Cyril's sister Mona married an up-and-coming lawyer named Herbert Wood, two ministers conducted the service. Both were long-time friends of the Knight family. One was Rev. Malcolm MacGillvray and the other was Rev. Donald Gordon, principal of Queen's University.<br><br>The wedding took place at Christmas time. Swarms of friends and family descended on Kingston to celebrate the event. During the ceremony, chimes pealed from the tower of Chalmers Church.<br><br><div style="text-align:right">Posted today on <a href="https://storydello.wordpress.com">Storydello</a>.<br></div><br></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-31337167801306189842016-09-27T12:48:00.001-04:002016-09-27T12:48:37.582-04:00Alphadello: Q is for Quail<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT6B82I6_rOSkvqQmIz2Ir5V9be9wtZjrZH6I-tmuRprLm3-y14OxS0ASDHxNAXE6Lz9cr9xC1Q2qxBXCjpRnSLduxXbqMqr8yID3SqgyR6C1lO2ikFJRVsb75UMdOaeDe4i8trekJ2sE/s1600/quail-717584.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT6B82I6_rOSkvqQmIz2Ir5V9be9wtZjrZH6I-tmuRprLm3-y14OxS0ASDHxNAXE6Lz9cr9xC1Q2qxBXCjpRnSLduxXbqMqr8yID3SqgyR6C1lO2ikFJRVsb75UMdOaeDe4i8trekJ2sE/s320/quail-717584.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6335054935839606130" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div style="font-size:small" class="gmail_default"><blockquote style="margin:0px 0px 0px 0.8ex;border-left:1px solid rgb(204,204,204);padding-left:1ex" class="gmail_quote"><font size="1">The quail is prone to rustle for a living, picking up a bit of grain here, an insect there, spiced with a bit of vegetation to flavor, and now and then a few grains of sand or fine gravel to grind the mixture.</font></blockquote><p style="direction:ltr;font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em"><em><br></em></p><p style="direction:ltr;font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em"><em>Quailology: The Domestication, Propagation, Care & Treatment of Wild Quail in Confinement</em>, by Harry Wallas Kerr (1903). <a target="_blank" href="https://archive.org/stream/quailologydomest00kerr#page/n5/mode/2up" style="text-decoration:underline;color:rgb(37,133,178)">Click here to read the book online, or download it free, from the Internet Archive</a>.</p> <p style="direction:ltr;font-size:14px;line-height:1.4em;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-family:"helvetica neue",helvetica,arial,sans-serif;margin:0px 0px 1em;text-align:right"> <em>posted yesterday on <a href="https://alphadello.wordpress.com/">Alphadello</a></em></p></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-83675305197892722392016-09-22T05:37:00.001-04:002016-09-22T05:37:19.394-04:00Storydello: Memorial to Cyril<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigpUwCNSA5xpuI929LdD9aKP_3iYb0ZZB3HwjIq-x9R1Zlid1e3dbCngVdkd91dLY4Ky4iZPcYheS0bFYFCRBDk-8L49AYTYmytpZcyPlJ_FQmWZu84S-zU8bL2e2_iGDpnFvYf8PM3J8/s1600/cyril-photo-739395.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigpUwCNSA5xpuI929LdD9aKP_3iYb0ZZB3HwjIq-x9R1Zlid1e3dbCngVdkd91dLY4Ky4iZPcYheS0bFYFCRBDk-8L49AYTYmytpZcyPlJ_FQmWZu84S-zU8bL2e2_iGDpnFvYf8PM3J8/s320/cyril-photo-739395.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6333088363959861890" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div style="font-size:small" class="gmail_default">After Cyril's death in 1960 at the age of 81, the Royal Society of Canada printed a memorial about him. It was jam-packed with notes about his accomplishments. He'd been the author or co-author of 44 papers, member of no less than 10 associations or societies, one of the founders of the Geological Society of Canada, and the recipient of a Coronation Medal, by command of Her Majesty the Queen, in recognition of his services to the geological profession. But, like his father Archie, Cyril preferred to keep a low profile. He was a down-to-earth person, who enjoyed a joke on himself.<br><br>He told a funny story about a visit to Haliburton, where he'd gone for a summer holiday. Noticing a labourer at the side of the road, digging a trench, Cyril stopped the car and asked "Any work going on at Fission Mines?"<br><br>To his delight, the workman replied, "Nope. Just a couple of geologists friggin' around."<br><br><div style="text-align:right"><i>Posted yesterday on <a href="https://storydello.wordpress.com">Storydello</a></i>.<br><br><div style="text-align:left"><font size="1">_______________<br>Image: Photo of Cyril Workman Knight, circa 1923, [detail] courtesy of Mary Elizabeth Clark, Cobourg, Ontario, 8 August 2014, scanned by John Carew.</font><br></div></div></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1786959741617270801.post-73451507150766403042016-09-15T18:40:00.001-04:002016-09-15T18:40:35.902-04:00Storydello: Cyril and Grace<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcRBcTzPpuqBnqSoy8aRJzY7scwQmFMBmNI-lUdQjpPOvZuJVE94Xj0rnB_GVuMwX1Qg72lotQ6vn7HpuNzluJfPPi8b7g8oWR3v7WuYJ_9FIJKwXhNs2iqWiX9S8tsvUbLIfCKPQ3z70/s1600/cyril-and-grace-in-egypt-735903.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcRBcTzPpuqBnqSoy8aRJzY7scwQmFMBmNI-lUdQjpPOvZuJVE94Xj0rnB_GVuMwX1Qg72lotQ6vn7HpuNzluJfPPi8b7g8oWR3v7WuYJ_9FIJKwXhNs2iqWiX9S8tsvUbLIfCKPQ3z70/s320/cyril-and-grace-in-egypt-735903.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6330692613852579906" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small">By late 1905, sixteen mines had sprung up near Cobalt, Ontario--but by that time, Cyril was off to new adventures. First, he finished postgraduate studies at Columbia University in New York City. Then he began a career in the field of mining. He served as Associate Provincial Geologist for the province of Ontario, and then as chief geologist and president for a couple of mining companies, before starting his own: the Cyril Knight Prospecting Company.<br><br>Along the way, he married an extraordinary woman named Grace Hewson. She was one of the first female law students in Canada, called to the bar in 1908. She and Cyril raised three sons and travelled the world together. They even flew to Egypt at a time when international flights were still a new and dangerous adventure.<br><br>Ironically, when two mining companies were racing to stake a claim in the far north, at Rankin Inlet, Cyril decided to use canoes instead of those new-fangled airplanes--and his company won!<br><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small">Posted yesterday on <a href="https://storydello.wordpress.com">Storydello</a>.<br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-size:small"><br></div></div> Joanne Stanbridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04157005205016916496noreply@blogger.com