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The History of Bear River by A. Pearle Nickerson

Published February 2, 2013 by oddacity designs

We recently came across this history of Bear River which was written in the early 1900’s.  We don’t know who A. Pearle Nickerson was…if any one can tell us, we sure would like to know.

The earliest knowledge of Bear River is dated back to the 10th day of January 1613, when a small French vessel commanded by Capt. Simon Imbert arrived in the basin of Port Royal in the midst of an easterly snowstorm.  She was laden with supplies for  a small colony on the Granville shore.  It was the first trip of Imbert on American shores and on account of the storm, was forced to seek shelter under the lee of some island and he found his way behind what is now called Bear Island at the mouth of the river bearing the same name.

The next morning, they explored the river beyond the head of the tide and discovered its two branches It was the river named St. Anthony on Champlain’s map, but Imbert’s countrymen called it henceforth Imbert’s River.  It’s present name is simply a corruption of the name of Simon Imbert (Imbare).

No village was made here by the French, and it was not until after the American Revolutionary War that any permanent settlement by the English was attempted and these settlers were the Loyalists.

It was the earlier pre-loyalist settlers of Annapolis that we should attribute the honor of being the founders of the present town of Bear River, for they changed the forest clad hills into smiling farms and comfortable homesteads.

The river at the time was teeming with salmon and a few seals were seen in it.  At the head of the tide was a place called “Salmon Hole” where a great many people went to fish but of late years there has been so much lumbering carried on that possibly the sawdust killed the salmon.

The people who laid the foundation upon which the wealthy town now exists wer the Rices, Croscups, Harrises, Clarkes, Millers,Chutes and Bensons.

The  town is situated on ravines and on the hills which abound near the head of the tide which extends to about four or five miles from the basin into which the waters of the river are discharged.

The first framed house  built in the limits of the village was finished in 1785 by a  Capt.  Sutherland and stood not far from the residence of Capt. John Harris on the road leading to the Hessian line.  All the houses erected before that year were constructed of logs and have long ago given place to more elegant and comfortable dwellings.

Thomas Chute built the first store on the east side of the river about the same time that Capt. Freeman Marshall commenced business on the Digby side. Today, the greatest number of stores are on the Annapolis side where the Clarke Bros. have become the leaders in Bear River Business matter.  Among the other fine stores are W.W. Wade, C.O. Anthony, A.B. Marshall, and F.W. Schmidt.

The Baptists, who are the leading denomination  here, have a fine place of worship on the Digby side and the Methodists and the adherents of the English Church have a neat place of worship on the opposite side of the bridge.

One of the most important industries of Bear River is the lumbering.  In former years, this industry was carried on more extensively, the river being used to float logs down to the mills.  Although now  it is not carried on to such great extent, piling cord wood and finished and unfinished lumber are to be seen piled up on the wharves at all times of the year.

No less than nine highways from all points of the compass find their termini in the town and one cannot find any of the surrounding places a more picturesque town than the “Switzerland of Nova Scotia”.

Avery Cress: Fish tales and Beefsteak Tomatoes

Published June 15, 2012 by oddacity designs

Fish Tales and Beefsteak Tomatoes

1921-2004

 

By Angela McMullen

A collection of stories of the people of Bear River would not be complete without an Avery Cress profile.

Avery Bruce Cress of the Chute Road was a story-teller who loved every aspect of his humble life. His happy eyes were a reflection of his soul; kind and ever so gentle.

Avery was proud of the life he had created for himself.  So much so, that his enthusiasm spilled over into many conversations through social opportunities and home visits.

He was well-known for the luscious gardens he shared so lovingly with those in his life and those in the community. Avery always had a stand at the end of his driveway from which he sold vegetables. If you were lucky to find him at home, you were in for a treat.   Stories and facts swarmed in his head, tidbits he eagerly shared with anyone who cared to listen. Avery carefully explained different varieties of vegetables and best growing environments, and it seemed as though tomatoes were his favorite.

A visit with Avery was an exceptional social experience. You could get a lesson on bird behavior, and it was likely that you’d be invited to feed the birds at a feeder.  You could be invited inside to listen to him play the harmonica or enjoy a lesson in CB communication.

Children enjoyed a short walk to the fish pond where Avery swept them away in storybook fashion with fish tales.  A visit with Avery left you with the feeling that you could do anything; swim any ocean or climb any mountain.

His granddaughter Wendy Richard remembers him fondly and has submitted a school project she compiled on her grandfather as a young girl.

Remembrance Day a few years back also inspired an essay from Ms. Richard, which is posted as well.

 

   

 

A Piece of History

By Wendy Richard

A boy named Avery Cress was born in Deep Brook,AnnapolisCountyin a rented house to his parents Roderick and Elsie Cress in 1921.

His father died when he was two years old. His mother remarried when he was four. She married Frank Kaulback. She had another son and two daughters by her new husband. Then they moved to Victory, which is between Bear River andSouth Milford.

His step-father made him work hard and they didn’t have a lot of money. His chores were to feed farm animals such as chickens and pigs. He also had to milk the cows and cut and pile firewood.

His sisters’ chores were quite different. They picked berries in the summer. They did the housework and some of the cooking.

The schools were important to the community because of the things it did for the community. It taught children as well as held small meetings and bake sales.

The church was very important in the community because of the religious sense. The church was also used for weddings.

There was a truck that held supplies. On the truck was food like fruits, vegetables, candy, oil for lamps and other various articles. There were two stores, two churches and two schools.

Victory was a very rural community. Everybody had to work very hard. There wasn’t a lot of spare time for anyone.

Electricity hadn’t reached Victory while my grandfather lived there. To this day, electricity still does not run in Victory.

During the Depression years Victory did pretty good. The people there were farmers and wood cutters and were almost self-sufficient. The only thing they needed to buy was kerosene flour, molasses and butter. His step-father cut wood and would trade it for the supplies the truck would carry.

There were different ways to save supplies as well as money. At night, a family would blow out their lanterns and go to a neighbors house. They would alternate houses, thereby saving fuel and socializing at the same time.

Christmas during the Depression was pretty slim. There would only be one toy; a mouth organ or a jackknife, a coconut and some oranges, but no one went hungry and everyone stuck together and made it through.

Grampy quit school after grade ten. He thought he would be freer, but quickly found out this wasn’t so. He had to work for his step-grandfather. They cut pulp wood by hand, ten hours a day  for one dollar or one dollar and fifty cents a day.

He says he regrets quitting school, but by the time he was eighteen, they had moved to Bear Riverand he decided to join the Army. There was a war on in a far away place and they paid good money, one dollar and sixty-five cents a day in the Army. This sounded more exciting than working for his step-father so away he went.

The family moved to Bear River when he was seventeen.Bear River had jobs and electricity. His first job was in the lumber mill and he made fifteen cents an hour. This was easier than working in the woods and Bear Riverwas almost a city compared to life in Victory.

During the war, he went to many foreign countries;Germany,Belgium,Holland,Italy and Africa. He also learned to stand up for himself and matured very quickly. He also met a woman, Annie Stewart, whom h e would later marry.

While he was in Europe he sent twenty dollars a month home to his mother. When he got home he had over a thousand dollars. He had a wife  and they used the money to build their house, where he still lives to this day. With his new attitude, his step-father treated him much better too.

While he was away, things changed in the community also. People were making four dollars a day, a wage unheard of five years before. When he came back on the train, it stopped at Cornwallis. He didn’t know where he was. There was nothing there when he left and now was a busy job generating place.

If given a chance to live at any time, grampy would have chosen to have been born in the twenties. Many parts of his childhood were rough, he doesn’t like to talk about it, but life was simpler then, and he fondly remembers the war years. He also said he’d do it again, and is glad he went.

The present is difficult. He says he wouldn’t want to be a teenager these days because of crime, drugs and world instability.

He says he wouldn’t want to be a young person bringing up small children.

His outlook for the future is not very optimistic. Fewer and fewer jobs, high tech war, pollution and many other problems make the future look bleak to him. Is he wrong or will we have what it takes to get us through like they did then?

Avery Cress

A Remembrance Day Reflection

By Wendy Richard

 

When I think of my grandfather Avery, I reflect on his many gardens and his dedication to making them bigger and better, year after year, right up to his death; rows of potatoes, tomatoes, peas, beans and corn.

I remember the smell of his shirt, a concoction of sweat, dirt and citronella. To this day, when I close my eyes and see him, my eyes still water with the memories of these scents.

Avery didn’t always wear a shirt. To catch him wearing one around the house was a rare find.

People often stopped by to chat, get advice or to have a drink or a smoke.

He cared not the least about his appearance. I can still remember what he looked like wearing black socks and dress shoes.

His housekeeping was not up to snuff at the best of times. I remember as a kid staying over at his house on weekends. In August there were flannel sheets on the bed and dirt on them, which I thought nothing of and just brushed off. Looking back, I cannot say that he ever changed those sheets.  At the time I thought to myself, “Don’t look. Don’t check for dirt.”

Morning time meant waking to grampy’s homemade pancakes, and as a younger child, cornflakes were on the breakfast menu.

Winter and summer both, it was likely three hundred degrees on his house, with the kitchen stove blazing hot and the one in the living room glowing red.  The house was very small so likely one stove would have heated it. I can remember uniformed columns of wood piled to the ceiling in the kitchen, the living room, and in the porch. I am sure if there had been room in the bathroom and bedroom, he would have piled it there also.

On a kitchen clothesline hung dish rags, underwear and wool stocks, all stiffened by the intense heat.

Shelling peas with grampy was not a fun job. It took so long to get any amount in my pot, but he sat for hours in the scalding sun, sweat beading on his brow, anticipating them for supper.

I remember inches of dust on his shelves. Pictures hung crookedly on the walls, pictures which likely graced his home for over fifty years. Today I have the spice rack from his kitchen, an inheritance which I treasure. It’s circle spots of dust are still etched into the wood. I could not bear to wash them off.

Sometimes my grandfather was a man of few words, but when he took time to talk on his CB, he could talk for hours. Posted on the wall, near the little hand held device, was a sheet of paper where he had written call signs and code names. He was entertained by voices from beyond, some of whom lived just down the road. Others were from the States. I remember staring at that dusty black box with dials and switches, and also the times when he let me do the talking.  “Over and out,” we’d say!

Fond memories of my grandfather include all of the times he taught me how to feed the birds, with stealth and patience. If I shelled the sunflower seeds and slowly moved close to the bird feeder, chickadees and pine siskins fed from my hand.

As a child, I so wanted to play the guitar like my grandfather so in imitation, I strummed the instrument and made up words to songs as I went along. The real excitement was when he grabbed another guitar and sang along with me.

For my sixteenth birthday, he gave me my grandmothers’ diamond ring.

I could spend hours recording my memories of my grandfather, but on this Remembrance Day, I am inspired by Avery the Wartime hero. Above being a husband, a father, an uncle, a brother, a grandfather, a man of God, he was a Second World War Veteran

On this Remembrance Day I will remember him as a fearful young soldier who proudly fought for his Country, far away from his native home. He would not talk of wartime with me, his grand-daughter.

Had he not returned from War, he would not have married my grandmother, nor have moved to Bear River, nor built his little red house on Chute Road: the little red house which shared space with woodpiles and outbuildings, gardens and birdfeeders and a fire pit which he utilized for cooking kippers for lunch. Had he not returned from war, he would not have created the children whom are my family; my mother and aunts and uncles.

So on this Remembrance Day, and for many to follow, I give thanks for my grandfather for not only going to war, but for coming home.

I will end these writings with another little incident which took place in my childhood.

As my grandfather aged, we visited more frequently.  During one particular visit, we all sat around the kitchen table, which was a story in itself, that table.( It was usually sticky with left over sauces and spices from a previous meal, and often had at least one dirty plate on it, which he may or may not have rinsed before eating from it) He asked me if I wanted some apple pie and ice cream, and of course, I excitedly said yes.  Off to the fridge I went searching for my snack. No pie or ice cream there, so off to the freezer I went. No apple pie or ice cream there either. I returned to the kitchen to find my grandfather smiling from ear to ear.

He said, “Well we will have to get some. I don’t have any.”  He teased me about that for many years.

The last memory I have of my grandfather dates back to the night he passed away. After never visiting me in my own home, he paid me a visit. I made him a tea, he held my three year old son. He then went to my moms.(his daughter)

I miss you grampy

I love you.

Avery Cress’s War:

Like many Canadian men, Avery Cress went off to fight in WWII.  His contribution to the war effort was notably heroic.

“On the same night C company was engaged in more serious business.  Number thirteen platoon was managing positions on the Senio dyke, sandwiched between German posts two hundred yards to the left and right.  for the previous week  fighting patrols had gone out each night under command of an officer to obtain prisoners for identification purposes.  On this night, Cpl. Avery Cress led three men of his section to the left hand enemy position.  Putting his men in in an unoccupied enemy trench to shelter them from mortaring  and machine gunning directed at their passage, he himself killed a German sentry and jumped over the dyke into an empty dugout.  no German emerged to answer his call to them to come out, so he went in firing his Thompson sub-machine gun, killing two Germans and taking two prisoners, whom he shepherded back over the dyke and handed to his men to take back to the platoon, while he himself stayed on the dyke to provide covering fire until the patrol was safely back at Platoon HQ. Cpl. Cress was awarded the Military Medal.

excerpted from Invicta by Robert Tooley (about the Carleton and York Regiment in WW2.)

And from the memoirs of Rodman Logan: (Col. Ret.)

“I was a Major in the Carleton and York Regiment, 13 Platoon “C” Coy, during the Italian campaign of 43-45.  We were fighting outside Bagnacavallo when….Corporal Avery Cress earned , for his actions on the Senio, the Military Medal (Bronze, VM., N.D.R.)

During the crossing of Lamone, the Canadian regiment drove back nearly 13 enemy counterattacks, all extremely bloody, in order to install a firm bridgehead on the ridge still occupied by the Germans. …

The last of the Canadians mentioned, Corporal Cress, was able to infiltrate the occupied ridge called Senio, and made way for himself amidst submachine guns and hand grenades, protecting his section and taking two prisoners, something no other group was able to do”

And in Avery Cress’s words, from an April  2001 interview:

“Well, he comes to me and says he’d like me to see what I could do.  I say, “With respect Sir, can I try this my way?  Just give me three men and twelve pair of heavy wool socks.  And we’ll go in quiet light, no packs, no armed to the teeth and making so much noise.  Just bandoliers and utility belt and a weapon each.  i had a Thompson on a sling over my shoulder.”

Avery Cress

A Visit to The New Heritage Museum

Published June 9, 2012 by oddacity designs

view of the tool exhibit

The grand opening of the NEW Bear River Heritage Museum took place June 9th.  The new premises at the Oakdene Center is much smaller than previous quarters,  but there sure is lots of light.

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The museum will open for regular hours in July and August. Look for workshops and demonstrations!

Loose Cannons

Published April 25, 2012 by oddacity designs

Bear River Nova Scotia is unusual in many ways.  A cannon barrel embedded in the pavement on a street corner is one of them

a little worse for wear

....but still standing.

 

One school of thought of why it is there is that it keeps anyone from taking the corner too quickly.  But here it is in the 1880’s, when it was only horse and buggy.

130 years ago

cannon on the corner, 1920's

We would love to know how that came about…. Did some one say: hey, Wilbur wants to get rid of that old cannon barrel he’s got lying around.  Let’s put it on the corner next to Clarke Brothers store. People can use it as an ash tray.

Was there a ceremony, or did it just appear there one day?

It’s not like you come across a cannon barrel too often.  Historically, Bear River was not a fortress town.  There were cannon in Digby and cannon in Annapolis Royal, but Bear River?  Was it a souvenir someone brought back on a sailing ship?

A lot of people live in town for a long time before they realize that there is a cannon on the corner.  Some people may not even know it is there at all.

It’s just another one of those important little things.

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History and Stories of Bear River: Ethel and Ancil Ellis

Published April 3, 2012 by oddacity designs

The most recent pamphlet we can find written by a resident of Bear River about the village is “History and Stories of Bear River, The Switzerland of Nova Scotia.”  

This wonderful glimpse of the village, complete with photos, was written in May,1977.  Here is it reproduced digitally for your enjoyment. Click on image to enlarge.

Unfortunately Ancil and Ethel Ellis have both passed on,  but with enough encouragement, maybe another “old timer” will tell you a few stories.

Village News: As it happens: April 2

Published April 2, 2012 by oddacity designs

The Bear River Tides is published at the beginning of each month, but a lot of folks just don’t want to wait that long between thrills.  So here you will find out what’s going on, without losing your patience!

The Loss of a Legacy

April 2:  Unfortunately it wasn’t an April Fool’s joke when the Hillsburgh United Church was decommissioned on April 1st, ending a long history in the village.

From Lennie Wade’s Historic Glimpses of Picturesque Bear River:                 The first Methodist Church was built almost on the site of the present one, in 1837, and was used until 1859 or 1860 when the present one was erected.  The old building was moved up on the Chute Rd, next to the home of H.N. Chute, where it still stands (1) used as a dwelling home. Until 1860, this church belonged to the circuit of Annapolis, which was extended from Digby to Horton, but in that year it became an independent circuit and the ministers have been as follows: Rev. F.W. Pickles, R.Mason, J.S. Coffin, F. Harris, Wm. McCarty…….

a church no more

(1) The building at the corner of Clementsvale Rd. and Chute Rd. is the one referred to by the author. ( See tour of historic houses.)


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New Folks in Town

We welcome Ashley, Matthew Leonard and family to Bear River.  They are settling in to their new home, formerly owned by the Voleniks,  next to Mount Hope Cemetery.

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Check out the Commerce page for the most recent edition: Businesses from the Past.

Historic Glimpses of Picturesque Bear River: Lennie D. Wade: Part One

Published February 18, 2012 by oddacity designs

In 1908, Lennie D. Wade wrote a lovely and lengthy history about Bear River . Here is Part One.

This is the cover page:

Here are the contents: the photos have been added by The Bear River Tides, following the originals as closely as possible and with some additions.  The numbers designate footnotes.

Preface:

As much of the information herein published has been gathered from various sources, many of the statements may not be in accord with facts and the writer will be greatly indebted to anyone furnishing authentic corrections. Thanks are due chiefly to many of the older inhabitants, and to some of the younger ones who have been very kind in supplying much of the data recorded.

signed, Lennie D. Wade

Historic Glimpses of Picturesque Bear River

Bear River :"Jewel of the Province"looking south

To get our first glimpse of Bear River we must go back two hundred and ninety five years, to January 13th, 1613, when a small vessel, bringing supplies to the French colonies at the head of the Annapolis Basin, was forced to take shelter from a severe snowstorm in the lee of what is now called Bear Island.

When the storm had ceased, the captain, Simon Imbert discovered near them the mouth of  a small river to which he returned after delivering his cargo. This river he explored as far as the meeting of its two branches, now known as “Head of the Tide”.  The first sawmill erected there bore his name, and a road nearby is still called “Imbert’s Hill”.

view of Imbert's Hill in foreground

As his name was pronounced “Imbare” among the Acadians, the river may have been known first as ” Imbare”  and later known as Bear River, this name being applied still later to the town which sprung up along its banks. On Champlain’s map of the this same river was known as “St. Antoine” while on Les Carbot’s map it was named in honor of one Louis Hebert, an apothecary in the expedition of De Monts.  Hebert left Port Royal in 1613 but his descendants are numerous in different parts of Canada.

It may have been from the name of either of these men that our river was so called “Bear River” or it may have been from the following Indian legend.

Many years ago when the noble red men reigned supreme as the lords of the forest, three hardy braves, each with his squaw and papoose started down from the head of the river to it’s mouth to engage in catching the porpoise, then their chief means of livelihood.Arriving at a suitable spot for a camp, the braves went off to their work, leaving their squaws to pitch the tents and prepare a meal against their return.

The squaws were busily engaged stirring the food over the fire, when they saw coming toward them, three big brown bears.  Of course, their first thought was for the papooses and they must have decided that the only way to save these babies was by giving their own lives.

In Those days every Indian woman wore a tall, cone shaped birch bark cap.  So these three squaws each rushed at a big brown bear and as the big brown bears stood up on their hind legs, mouths wide open, made a grand dive, cap first, down the bear’s throats. Whether these three big brown bears were choked to death. or whether they died from a sudden sever spell of indigestion, we do not know, but when the Indian braves returned  from their day’s work, they found only the bodies of the three big brown bears and those of the little papooses who had died either of fright or of hunger.  The latter’s bodies were quietly buried but the braves each dragged a big bron bear’s body to the edge of the river and threw it in grunting as he did so “Ugh, mooin,sisboo”

Bear River First Nations traditional dress

The reader is at liberty to judge which derivation he pleases.

As the French made no settlement along this river, we must look elsewhere for the earliest settlers.  Though a few ofthe Loyalists settled here, it is  to the Rices, Clarkes, Harrisses, Millers and Chutes who came from Granville, Annapolis and Digby, that we must look as the pioneers, with the Bogarts, Croscups, Bensons, and Crouses of Loyalist stock as co-workers.

When these people first settled here, their homes were but log houses, and the only highway, the river.  The cellar was not built under the house but was simply a hole dug in a bank or side of a hill in which vegetables etc. were stored.  The first frame house was built by a Captain O’Sullivan Sutherland in 1785, near the house now occupied by Mr. O.H. Ford.  The oldest standing house is that owned by Mr. George Tupper.(1)

Among the first to build homes on the west side of the river was Mr. Christopher Prince Harris, whose descendants still live on the old place, and about the same time, Mr. Thomas Chute, grandfather of the late Mr. H.H. Chute, commenced to clear land on the east side.(2)

It is said that portions of the Hessian and Waldeckian troops were picketed at different points outside of Port Royal. These men naturally longed for something from their homeland, so they sent back by one of the vessels for some Lombardy poplar trees.  These trees were planted a few in each place where the troops were stationed and a group of them may be seen on the road leading past our Advent Tabernacle.(3)

Another old landmark is the poplar tree near the site of Bear River’s first sawmill, near the brook opposite the Academy. The grandfather of Mr. George C. Harris walked from Halifax here and used a stout stick as a cane. When he reached this place he stuck it in the ground and it has gron into the grand old tree now seen.  A clause in the deed of the land on which it stands provides that it shall never be cut down.(4)

The first sawmill ; poplar tree in center of photo is one referred to in story.

Bear River has always been noted for its cherries, and perhaps it will be interesting to some to know that the first trees were brought here from England by a man named William Sutherland in the latter part of the 18th century.  They were planted on the upper  flat of  Clarke’s Marsh, where is now the Y.M.S.C’s tennis court.(5)

the point of land in the center of photo is the upper area of Clarke's marsh, now the Millyard.

The oldest one was cut down about 70 years ago and had grown to an immense size.  There is a story to this effect- a curse will be put upon the people and a blight upon the trees if a monument  be not erected to the memory of him who first brought them here. There certainly seems to be a blight upon the trees.  Notwithstanding this fact, there is generally held during the cherry season a festival throughout the  country as “Bear River Cherry Carnival”  On this eventful day, crowds gather from far and near to witness calithumpian parades, sports of all kinds and to enjoy a regular feast of cherries of which there is usually a good supply.

an early Cherry Carnival

Excursions run that day and all through the season, by steamers from Digby, Annapolis, Westport, Centerville, Margaretsville, and many people, both tourist and native, avail themselves to visit our village and to carry away quantities of the fruit and a report of a general good time. (6)

Formerly our town and vicinity was  included in the township of Clements, all forming a part of Annapolis county.  This township was granted to and created by Ge0rge Sutherland and two hundred and forty others, members of disbanded German troops, who came to Nova Scotia in 1783.  These men  were also known as the Hessians and the Waldeckians, and we have living in our town the descendants of several of them. Christopher Benson’s name was on the list of 1784, also those of Capt. Donwe Ditmars, John Morehouse, and Francis Ryerson.  Stephen Ryerson, a son of the latter,was the prototype of the character of “Stephen Richardson” hunter, trapper and humorist whom Haliburton has so well described in one of his works (probably “Old Judge in a Colony).

Some of the first roads built leading out of Bear River were (1) from Bear river to Allain’s Creek in 1787. (2) from Bear River to Moose River in 1800.  (3) from Bear River to Annapolis in 1801.  The first bridge on the site of the one now crossing the river at the village was built in 1808, while the present one was commenced in May 1886, and finished in December of the same year at an approximate cost of $10,000.

An education was not very easily obtained in the early days of our town.  At first a few women made it their business to travel through the country-teaching a few weeks in each place.  But the first regular teacher was William Nicholl, an Englishman who came out from the old country about 1800.  One of the “copy books” used in his school is in the possession of the  writer of this history.

The first building in which he taught was a log house, standing between where is now the post office and G.I. Brook’s shop.(7)  Since the time of that building, schools have been kept in different places, including the Temperance hall(8) and an old meeting house, until the law was passed in 1864, when schools were run by taxation, and the houses in both the Hillsburg and Bridgeport sections were built.  The house in the latter section has been torn down but the Hillsburg one still stands and is used as a sail loft by Mr. Russel. In 1892 these two sections were united, and a  new building built on the Annapolis side of the river.

The original Academy, built 1892

We now have one of the finest schools in the country, conducted by a very worthy principal, and having six departments, a library, manual training benches, and an excellent laboratory.  Our Town Hall, where all concerts are given etc., is on the third floor.

It might be well to say here that the first Postmaster was the William Nicoll referred to previously and the “office” was a small box in his schoolhouse.  Until 1845, or previous to this time, no regular system of mails had been established, occasionally the mail having been carried all the way from Halifax in some’one’s coat pocket.  But now (1845) weekly mails were established between Halifax and Digby  via Annapolis.  A “courier” left Halifax every Monday afternoon about  two o’clock, and weather permitting, reached Kentville the following Wednesday.  Here he met the “courier” from Digby, mails were exchanged and each started on his homeward trip.  As the journey was made on horseback, the mails were carried in the saddlebags.

When the mail had reached Digby, the Bear River Portion was entrusted to anyone who happened to be going that way.  In a similar manner, the mails were taken to and from Yarmouth.

Annapolis became connected with Windsor by railroad in 1865 but it was not until September 29th, 1879 that the road was completed between Yarmouth and Digby.  At this time a line of coaches connected Bear River with Digby (10 miles) and Annpolis (16 miles, the “Missing Link”  as it was called, between Digby and Annapolis was   completed in 1891, when the trains were enabled to nake a through trip from Halifax to Yarmouth, this completed line being now known as “the Dominion Atlantic Railway”

Train crossing Bear River bridge early 1900's.

We now only have a short drive of four or five miles from the town to Bear River station.  There are so many beautiful bits of scenery on this winding road by the “Rhine of Nova Scotia” that when one is comfortable seated in one of F.W. Purdy’s up-to-date turnouts,one is apt to wish the drive much longer.(9)

The probabilities are, however, that before another ten years have passed, we will have a railroad of our own, connecting us with the other lines.  Several surveys have been made and our esteemed citizen, Mr. J.V. Thomas, has been instrumental in promoting the work, thus far.(10)

In 1837, the counties of Digby and Annapolis were separated, our river forming part of the boundary line between them.

The river divides the two counties: Digby and Annapolis

The ten years between 1831 and 1841 seems to have been the ” busy day” in the growth of Bear River town.  During that time, the first vessels were built and five churches were established.  Where now stands the greater potion of the business part of the town on the east side of the river, was then marshes and mud flats, the river flowing right up to where Mr. Phinney’s harness shop and the custom office now are(11)  In 1832 the first vessel, a schooner called the “Hornet” was built and launched on the present site of the Union Bank of Halifax.There were shipyards all along the river, from one down at the ‘Creek” at the foot of Chisholm’s hill up to the “Head of the Tide”.  Since that year, there have been built about 115 vessels, with a tonnage of 20,932 net. The largest one ever built was the  “Tamar E Marshall”, 1270 tons and the last one built was the “Castano”, in 1901.

examples of some Bear River ships

Up to 1895, shipbuilding was one of the leading industries of the place, but since then it has almost ceased.  We have, however, a set of ships’ blocks, where a vessel may be repaired from almost any damage.(12)

Footnotes:

(1) This would be the house on the corner of Tupper and Upper River Rd. recently owned by Hoppy Hopkins. That it is the oldest standing house would be disputed by many older residents.

(2) The Chute family owned much of the land in the area surrounding what is now the Chute Rd.

(3) This would be the area on River Rd. near the Head of the Tide.  The former Advent Christian Church still stands on the right as you travel up the road from the firehall.

(4) This would be across the street from what is the United Church.

(5) The trees were cut down when the sawmills were built on this flat; now the Bear River Recreational Millyard.  However, Bob Benson the current owner has discovered that there are new cherry trees growing from the roots of the trees that were cut down, and is protecting and nurturing them.

(6) See the page/post of Cherries and Cherry Carnival on this website for more details.

(7) The author is referring to the buildings that were destroyed by fire in the 1970’s that were next to the building housing Ali’s Meat Market on the Digby side of the river.

(8) the Temperance Hall was built just south of  the Baptist Church where there is now a parking lot.

(9) There was also the Yorke Livery service which also ran between town and the railway station.

(10) Unfortunately this never happened.  We wonder if it had any effect on the downturn in the Town’s fortunes. Mr. J.V Thomas was listed as having a business in lumber, shingles and lathe, in the business directory of Bear River 1892.

(11) According to old maps of the village, this would be where the Wharf St. begins, next to the Legion building.

(12) This was probably found in the Rice’s shipbuilding yard  which was located where the Firehall now stands.  It was the last remaining shipyard in the village at the time this account was written.

A Family Heirloom

Published February 7, 2012 by oddacity designs

The Ditmars, a Loyalist family who came to Nova Scotia in 1783, left their mark on the Clementsport area in many ways, and inadvertently made history in a small but distinctive manner.

Known for their entrepreneurial spirit, the Ditmar’s occupied the land which is known today as Clementsport,  where they were involved in farming and  mercantile trade.

Sometime between 1902-1910, Mary Vroom, (Mrs. John Fraser) of Deep Brook purchased a  cup and saucer set made in England by Tuscan China at Ditmar’s General Store. Later, Mrs. Fraser moved to the States, taking the set with her.

Years later, in 1967, Mrs. Fraser’s daughters Helen and Priscilla,
presented the china to the eldest daughter of J.R Ditmar with the agreement that the set would remain in the family of the late Mr. and Mrs. J.R Ditmar.

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The Bear River connection to this story is this:  the artwork on the cup
depicts a train crossing the Dominion Railway Bridge at the mouth of the
Bear River, taken from the Deep Brook side of the bridge. The artwork was a reproduction taken from the photo of a well known Bear River photographer, Ralph Harris.

Dominion Atlantic Railroad Bridge Bear River N.S.

There was a large selection of souvenirs with pictures of towns  in those days, just as there is now.   Here is another example of a Bear River momento.

And here is the original photo…..

This little creamer was found on e-bay from a seller in Boston. We don’t know the story, but someone must have enjoyed their travels to Bear River enough to want to keep this souvenir for a long time.

The Concept of Tea

Teacups were an important commodity; a mark of good taste and civilization. Women coveted them and were proud to serve well brewed tea in lovely bone china cups with dainty sandwiches to their friends.  Stories were told, feelings were shared and gossip was exchanged over many a cup of tea in a bone china teacup. It was a time to relax and enjoy.

In 2009, the  BR Historical Society hosted an exhibit of tea cups that were contributed for the occasion by local women who had stories and memories based on the cup. Maybe tea cups represent a connection to a time and place that would be lost otherwise.

Alas for another lost art of in- person socialization.

Anyone with souvenir items of Bear River they would like to share on this website, email thebearrivertides@gmail.com.

Do you have a special teacup and a story?  Let us know and we’ll add it to the website!

Thanks to Angela Mc Mullen for the Ditmar contribution.

all material copyright 2012 of The Bear River Tides and Think for yourself Publishing.

Cherries and Cherry Carnival

Published February 4, 2012 by oddacity designs

For more than 100 years,since 1894 in fact,  the village of Bear River has celebrated a festivity known as Cherry Carnival on the third Saturday of July.   Cherries were once a mainstay of the agricultural component of  Bear River and the village was quite famous for the quality of these fruit.

cherry orchard 1910 photo by Ralph Harris

Families from outlying areas would arrive by the truckful during cherry picking season and buy the rights to pick a tree, or even two. Unfortunately, the cherry orchards were wiped out buy a blight in the 1940′s, but the lack of cherries never stopped the village from having the cherry carnival.

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It is still a huge event for the town, sponsored by the volunteer fire department as a fundraiser, and known far and wide as having some of the best fireworks in the province.

Grand street parade, 1920. Grand Central Hotel in background

The grand street parade was a favorite subject for many photographers over the past century.  Here are just a few.

Grand street parade 1925
and this one from the 1930’s

The Grand street parade often gave residents a chance to show off their alter-egos…

even the lumberjacks got into the act

…of course prizes were always awarded!

Nowadays, the Cherries are brought in from Ontario or down the Valley, and the Hooplala isn’t quite as overwhelming as it once was. However, the volunteer firemen of the Bear River Firehall are to be commended in their efforts to keep this one village event alive and the hours of hard work put into the organization of Cherry Carnival  should be appreciated with generous donations on Carnival Day.

As for the fireworks…there are none better in the province and that includes Halifax.

And now for the real icing on the cake! Angela McMullen has discovered this link which is a film about a trip to Bear River on Cherry Carnival in 1928.  The part about Bear River starts at the 8 minute mark, and that really looks like it could be Harry Hill showing off, or maybe one of his brothers.

Enjoy!

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Creative Enterprise

Published February 3, 2012 by oddacity designs

Businesses from the Past

One of the most asked questions by visitors is “What do people do here?”  In the past, the village was booming and there was no lack of employment to be found.  However, since the 1970’s the village has experienced a serious economic downturn.  Many come with the intention of opening a successful commercial enterprise. Some succeed, others don’t.

Here is an attempt to document the businesses of the past and give them some recognition, however small, of their contribution to Bear River.  We hope the pioneer, entrepreneurial spirit continues as it is the basis of keeping the village alive.

Workers at the Clarke Brothers Pulpmill, 1920’s. Industrial employment such as this has long been gone, now the economic base of the village is tourism.

Looking back over the last 30 years, there has been a substantial ebb and flow of businesses in Bear River. The following is a list of most of them and the decade in which they closed.  If you can add to the list or would like to share a memory about one of them, please send us an email! (thebearrivertides@gmail.com)

Businesses : 1970

Chester Kaulback’s Barber Shop

Idle Hands Book Shop: Pam  and Sefton Squires

Bear River Farmers Museum: The Susnick’s

Riverview Guest house:  Al and Fern Denton

Bear River Yarn Shop: Andy Fleishman and Vicky Goodman

Bear River Health Food Store: Brian Flemming

The 1980’s:

The Trading Company: Mac Parker

Derby Jacks Pizza and Deli:

Sophias (Mario’s) Bistr0: Mark and Jerri Blugerman

Sears Outlet: Norma Terry

Geerling’s Tea Room: The Geerlings

Icarus Candles:Mark and Jerri Blugerman

Village Chandler:Mark and Jerri Blugerman

Max’s Barber Shop, Max Gillam

Watch repair shop: Albun Riley

Bear River Home Furnishings: Bob Benson

Cooper’s Electronics: Ron Cooper

Ali Harris’s Meat Market: Ali Harris

Sugar and Spice Bakery: Shela Breau

Pink Flamingo Cafe: Doug Dockrill/Zoe Onysko

House on the Hill Bed and Breakfast: Gene Sampson

House on the Hill Art gallery: Gene Sampson

furniture refinishing shop

The Packett Restaurant: Wanda Trimper

Jim’s Video Hut;

Sefton and Smith papermakers:Sefton Squires, Mike Smith

The Windmill Gift Shop;  Dorval Parent

The 1990’s

Fine Line Graphics: Brian Reynolds

Return of the Toymaker:  Warren Paxton

Kate’s Roadhouse

Bear River Baskets:  Steve St. Louis

Plover’s:  Danette ?

Twig furniture shop:

Bear River Drug Store: Clare Sommers, David Sommers

Fraser’s Grocery: Norma Fraser. Peter Fraser

Keith Fraser’s Building Supplies: Gary Fraser

Irving Station: Rick Jacques

Rice’s Meat Market: Vincent Rice

Kwikway: Mike and Margie Read

Bear Woods: Shela Breau, Victor Schneeweiss

Leopardskin Pillbox Hat: Zoe Onysko

Bear River Frenchy’s: Barb Darres

Yours and Our’s: Gertrude Benson

Bear River Arcade: Barb Darres

Axent on Silk: Diane Axent

Royal Bank of Canada

Sail Loft Gallery

Several craft and art shops.

The 2000’s

Inn Bear River: Doug Dockrill/Zoe Onysko

Lovett Lodge: Adrian Potter

Kayak and Canoe Rentals:

Stilts Cafe: Chris Hawes

Rising Tide: Brian Trimper

Tri Corner Cafe:  Kevin McEachern and Wanda Wright

Bear River Costume Rental Shop:  Charles Glover

Bear River Ethnographic Museum: Sarah Elizabeth Glover

Viking Leather: Jenny Stewart Mulligan

By the Brook Bed and Breakfast:  Bob O’ Flaherty,

Vineyard Haven Bed and Breakfast: Diane Glavin

House of Leaves B and B: Andrew Riddles

Little Village Tailor Shop: Carol Smith

Riparian Raptures: Jane Kingston

Ricardo’s Pizza: Janet Isles, Carolyn Wagner

Bears’ n Bees Craft Shop: Jane Hanshaw, Diane Milbury

Hobbit’s Hollow: Brian Hurlburtt

The Healthy Shelf:

Joe’s Bike Shop:Joe Quercia

Bear River Cafe: Lynn Belanger

Kelly Foxton’s Trading Post:Kelly Foxton

The Rusty Bucket: Heather Hannam

Kadijah’s Drumming Studio

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