Maggie Wilson Author

Historical Non-Fiction in Northern Ontario

Fireworks: a PSA

A friend from the small community fifteen minutes south invited us to attend their New Year’s festivities tonight. We are setting off fireworks here on New Year’s eve If you folks are bored. We have to stay in our vehicles but it should be fun. “Thanks, George, maybe next year?” I wrote in the return email. The longer version of that severely edited reply, however, is my last blog post […]

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What it Means to Radiate Pure Awesome

A close family member is a nurse at a long-term public health care facility. Before the pandemic hit, he was near burnout due to staff shortages and unrealistic workload. Requests for extra help, of course, fell on deaf ears. In March, he managed to find the wherewithal to meet the extra expectations when lockdowns hit and the staff situation grew even worse. When his coworkers talked of leaving, or taking […]

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In Other News

Thought I’d share some of the tidbits I found recently as I searched for the Lady Prospector. These have nothing to do with Caroline Maben Flower, but they do add background detail to the story of her time in Northern Ontario. The Royals During the spring of 1911, almost every page of the Cobalt Daily Nugget carried something related to the coronation of King George V and Queen Mary. I […]

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For Nancy Russell

This is and isn’t about COVID-19. Partly I want to stay in touch with my blogging friends. Partly I want to share a story I read about Nancy Russell. This is my clumsy effort to combine the two. To the Russell family: I am so sorry for your loss. ***   ***   *** An Update Research continues on my Caroline Maben Flower story. Why am I still in research mode? Especially […]

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Dear CSR Lady

I kinda behaved badly yesterday when I spoke with the customer service rep. Nothing outrageous or over-the-top, but I was impatient and determined to make my point. Which was: I’m tired of jumping through hoops just to satisfy the limitations of a computer. She acknowledged my concerns, but was steadfast in her request.  She asked me to call back with additional details. I said I would. Great, another chance to […]

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We Caught a Mouse

In most households, the first thing one might hear upon rising in the morning is, “How did you sleep?” or “Coffee’s ready.” In ours, it’s “We caught a mouse.” Or on good days, “No mice this morning.” The first item in Reiner’s daily ritual is checking the trapline. He has snares in the drop ceiling of the basement, in the pantry, and under the kitchen stove. I am not troubled […]

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Happy Hour

We just got a call from the Township Office alerting us to the “Boil Water Advisory.” We can’t drink the water? No problem! Perfect excuse to polish off the bottle of blended Cabernet that is apparently all the rage. Have you noticed? For a few years now (maybe even longer, because I haven’t been keeping track of things like names of boutique wines and micro-brewery beers) it seems that the […]

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