Maggie Wilson Author

Historical Non-Fiction in Northern Ontario

New Rule

If you know TV talk show host Bill Maher, you know his “New Rule” segment in which he pokes fun at whatever issue has caught his attention. I’ve been known to declare “New Rule” around the house, too, though usually not at someone else’s expense. For instance. Living here in Northern Ontario means vegetable gardening is a gamble. For the first few years, I faithfully planted tomatoes. Harvest was fair […]

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Divine Intervention

Don’t you love it when the odds are stacked against you, but you still come out a winner, mostly because of plain dumb luck? Like today, for instance. Reiner and I picked up a new sign to replace the worn and outdated one at the Cart Lake site on the Heritage Silver Trail. The images on the old rickety display were faded and the remaining text was either inaccurate, or […]

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The Legend of Caroline Maben Flower

This spring, Reiner and I paid a visit to Caroline’s claims in Firstbrook Township. When it came to staking her properties, she made good decisions as far as location was concerned. The West Road was the main wagon track that connected her property to other transportation routes – the Montreal River to the west and the railroad line to the east.  As for making good geological choices? Not so much. […]

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Later…

Peterson Lake

Six months later. Six months, ten pounds (in the wrong direction), three excruciating zoom meetings, one social media campaign against threats to historic sites, and two vaccinations later. To be precise. Oh, and one book, which is at the printers. This is a brief note to test the waters, because it might be time to come out of hiding. How you doin’? Photo gallery above courtesy the husband.

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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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