Maggie Wilson Author

Historical Non-Fiction in Northern Ontario

Tag Archive for ‘Thursday Doors’

One Door Saturday

Since I’ve lost my ability to tell time these past few months, and, apparently, a need for rules and order, I present to you a mishmash of One Liner Wednesday, Thursday Doors, and Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Oh, and of course, since the block editor has been foisted upon all of us, let’s consider this my maiden voyage into that new world. Call me old fashioned, but if it ain’t […]

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Squatters on Nipissing Hill

Today, I offer this variation on Thursday Doors. Can you detect all the missing elements? I don’t see a door, do you? A door frame is visible. Inside the cabin, the curtain that conceals the inner chamber has been tacked up, out of the way. That lovely floral scrap of fabric could qualify as a door, I suppose. Is that inner chamber the master bedroom? We know it’s not the […]

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The Cat Came Back

An interesting feature about our place here in Cobalt is the number of outbuildings surrounding the house, on and beyond our property. On the property “proper” sits the house, a garage, a bunkie, and a powder magazine.  All quite normal for this part of the world. Pardon? No, not powder room, powder magazine. The building that holds explosives. I know! Welcome to Cobalt! Other structures, like those in the woods […]

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Don’t Put Anything Near The 2 Windows

When we were at Florence’s last week, I didn’t take pictures of the interior. Another time, perhaps. However, I did see some rustic outbuildings that caught my eye. She gave me a very short tour of the grounds. Unfortunately the black flies descended and drove her indoors. Now that means I not only would like permission to document the original dining and living rooms, I need to get the answer […]

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The Cobalt Train Station

I have a thing for trains. Trains are connectors and symbols of community. When you hear the whistle blowing, you feel a surge of anticipation, of arrival. Trains mean prosperity, commerce; the rumbling, powerful engines command respect, and in my opinion, reverence. It’s difficult to explain it to those who don’t share the same sentiment. Take, for example, our real estate agent. He didn’t know what to make of my […]

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Cobalt Lake Mine Mill Site

Earlier, I wrote about a mine at the north end of Cobalt Lake. Today, I’d like to introduce you to the mine site at the south end. Unlike the Right of Way Mine site where several buildings still stand rusty but intact, most of the buildings at the Cobalt Lake Mine and mill are gone. Only the concrete foundations and some walls remain. The property has been rehabilitated by Agnico Eagle, […]

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Functionality on the Right of Way

The members of the Cobalt Historical Society are the keepers of the Heritage Silver Trail here in the Town of Cobalt and Coleman Township. Reiner and I joined the group last year and are now board members. The role of the CHS is to preserve and promote the mining heritage of our area. That means outside the boardroom we are busy keeping the trails clean and safe, raising funds, and […]

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