What is one piece of riding clothing or equipment you could never do without? My Tad Coffin saddle. Being a professional can be really hard at times, but there is nothing better than doing what you love as a living. What is the best piece of advice you have ever received and who from? I would really like to see the industry go back to when horsemanship mattered. It seems to be that money is rewarded over hard work. I would also like to see the horse shows become more exhibitor friendly.
Where outside sponsors are used instead of allowing competitors to sponsor and having their names displayed ring side. I am pretty sure I inherited my love of horses from my parents Mitch and Kathy Steege!!!! I can not remember a time when I did not love horses.
After being away from the horses for 4 years it solidified for me that I did in fact want to pursue a career in the equine industry. I did not show in Florida in the winter I love the outfits and the the excitement of the crowds!!! Or maybe Barrel Racing cause it looks so fun. What was the hardest lesson you have had to learn in your riding? Honestly from what my mom says it took me forever to learn my diaganols! I do a lot of visualizing before a big class. Winning at big competitions is very exciting but I try to be more focused on whether my horse and I are meeting the goals that I set for us Horses are honest and they are fragile and they are humbling so they ground us daily.
What is the best piece of riding advice you have ever received and who from? I think I am a very soft rider I would also say I focus a lot on riding with a proper position and I feel like that helps me get the best jump out of my horses. What is your favorite guilty pleasure?
I love a glass of wine or a margarita at the end of a long show day! It was a special pair of Spurs that I won from WCHR and they were etched and had some special stones on them, but unfortunately my back pack got stolen at Hits Ocala this year and they were in there. I do love my BoyOBoy bridleworks custom belt in my barn colors I am especially fond of the diamond collection jackets with the pretty linings. What is your helmet of choice and why? There is always time to pursue that dream after. I wish it could be less expensive and we could include more people at the top levels. I also wish we had more spectators.
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Donations can be made payable to: Box , Wilmington, NC The Robert Lawrence House of Opportunity is a non-profit organization with the mission of bridging the economic gap between quality equestrian instruction and household income. Andrews University, Laurinburg, NC. He is currently pursuing a Ph. Reflecting on his own experience, Rob recognized that equestrian sports can create a financial burden for some families; consequently, preventing the equestrian from accessing and benefiting from quality training to elevate their horsemanship.
Rob partners with barns in different areas who are willing to donate the use of their facility to host the clinic. Although most riders participate on horses they own. As a student of Rob Jacobs, how has his enthusiasm and passion for teaching improved your riding? What is your name, how long have you been riding, what city and state is your barn in? My name is Peyton Parks. I am eleven years old and I have been English riding for a little over two years now.
Rob creates a positive environment when he teaches. He always includes positive feedback when he talks to his riders about corrections and makes mistakes into teachable moments. He often asks his riders questions to make sure that they fully understand his instructions. These things have helped me become a more aware rider, I am much more in tune with my riding position and contact with the horse. I also feel more focused as a result of his training, he makes me want to be a better rider.
Now that the show season has begun, what is your primary goal for the season? I am in my first year of riding in IEA. My goal is to place in the remaining three regular season shows and qualify for Regionals. What type of competitions do you plan on showing in this season i. I plan to continue to participate in IEA and upcoming local shows.
As a pony lover, how many more years do you have competing on ponies before you move up to competing horses? I am sure that I will have a couple more years to ride on ponies! What do you enjoy most about competing ponies?
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I enjoy ponies because they always seem to have a certain attitude and presence in the ring. I call it a tiny but mighty attitude! Rob makes riding really fun; he gives a lot of guidance and helps me fix even the smallest details.
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My equitation has improved so much with his help. He talks me through everything; I never have to worry about him being upset with me or my pony which has not been the case with previous trainers. I am definitely competing at least one more year on my pony, maybe 2. I like to show for the experience, each show is different and I learn something at each one. I leave every show with a plan of what I need to work on.
My goal for is to become a better rider; this will be my first year competing in a new division. I am just hoping to have a great year with my pony Merlin. I currently ride on an IEA team with Mr. EIRA is a 6 month long program which will feed your business and create traffic flow. The riders enrolled in EIRA will be a cohesive group and take continual lessons throughout the winter. EIRA will also help your young riders and their parents pursue and develop a passion for riding and competing in horse shows.
Many EIRA riders will continue in a riding team program in middle and high school. EIRA is a great way to spark interest in your riding school programs and also in your existing horse show programs. EIRA is open to riders in grades K through 5. Any farm may join as a team by having at least 3 members and submitting a team membership form. Riders and team coaches simply fill out their membership forms and send them in to the EIRA office. Once the paperwork is complete, the team roster is activated and teams begin competing.
Each team and their riders have a maximum of 3 shows to acquire their points based on ribbon placings in order qualify for the Championship show. Prizes and trophies are awarded at the Championship show. As a Mom of an almost 6 year old girl who loves ponies and her barn friends, I wanted a riding program where she could enjoy herself and develop her riding skills. Ella is what drove me to think of EIRA.
A place where little girls and boys can enjoy horses and ponies and build friendships, further their riding skills, and be part of a team. EIRA welcomes riders of any age up to age 7 to participate in a leadline class at each show. Membership and entry fees apply. The concept is to allow little tiny tikes or team member siblings an opportunity to be part of the fun. The class does not count toward team points or towards the championship show. We will be offering a leadline class at the championship show. EIRA is an affordable team based riding program for children grades K through 5.
Children travel to area shows and ride the host farm horses and ponies in classes geared towards riding academy children. Each rider has the chance to qualify for the Championship show both individually and as a team. EIRA is a low cost program geared towards horse show introduction and skill progression. EIRA is a very good way to introduce your child to horse showing while keeping costs down. There is no need to own your own horse or pony. Entry fees and memberships are affordable.
You get all of this and your child is part of a team of friends with individual and team goals. It sits on 4 acres with a 4 stall barn. Was 9th under saddle regular Small Ponies at Pony Finals Available for lease only to an approved barn. Happy Go Lucky Size, Movement and athleticism topped off with a wonderful disposition and impeccable pedigree. Should mature good size medium. Link to video - click here. His enthusiasm for his young students is bar none and he makes magic happen for so many. His dedication to the sport through instruction, his tireless volunteer hours with different parts of the equine world and his wealth of education has offered so much to so many.
When we asked Charlie to do an interview with us, he graciously accepted and gave us insight into his world and how he sees our sport with ponies! When asked what his favorite thing is about his job. His response was to watch riders grow up and become better people because of riding. Charlie started riding himself when he was 9 years old. And he has stuck with it and made horses and ponies a career. To really understand who Charlie is as a person, we asked him what two super powers he would have. First Charlie would like to be able to either slow down time or hurry it up. And when asked if he had all the money in the world, and what he would be doing right now?
His response was as pure and honest as it comes. Charlie offered us an opportunity of a lifetime and we will be forever great full. He has offered us so many opportunities to become better riders and better people because he has shown us that it is always important to give back. So now when you see Charlie at a horse show and he says hi to you, feel free to say hi back! Of course some things about Charlie are easy to understand. His favorite horse show is Pony Finals. What kid does not think Pony Finals is not the best show ever?
We asked Charlie who his favorite pony of all time was and he responded, Laugh Out Loud. If you do not know who Laugh Out Loud is, he is an amazing medium pony who Charlie imported in and he did the greens in Sydney Schulman had lots of success riding him and it was a great experience for both rider and trainer. Four fun facts about Charlie Moorcroft: He is one of six kids 2. He is extremely shy 3. He gave up eating red meat when he was 10 years old 4. He raises birds and endangered turtles. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday Season that did not require extra counseling sessions, or medications!
My Dears when you are in customer service you must remember you are trying to win over customer loyalty. It seems one Saddle Rep seems to think that bullying perspective clients into purchasing her equipment is the way to go. Needless to say, no deals were closed and she was shown the door. It seems even trainers have forgotten the art of customer service.
So he has taken to desperately trying to find a much younger woman to be his wife- beyond the ridiculous pseudo 18th century wannabe facebook posts he had finally found a 30 year younger girlfriend who appreciated him for — well yes his money- it seems a bit too much because she is now in jail for bilking him out of a big sum. In her embarrassment she galloped across a hill top straight into a group of hill toppers- covering her bare chest with her shirt and jacket. Tally Ho My Dears! Keep your wits about you and your eyes and ears open!!!
Jumps around a course with natural changes. Medium- Every trainers dream! Perfect for updown lessons through short stirrup. Sweet and quiet, comfortable trot and canter. Saintly pony that specializes in timid kids. Currently in Wellington, can be leased for weekends, for circuit, or for the year. Small- Story book pony! Can do it all from leadline to short stirrup winner. This pony would make a great first pony! Nothing phases him, great walk trot canter jump and has auto changes. Available for sale or lease.
Currently in New York but will be headed to Florida soon! Joey-Large- Another trainers dream! He has no spook and an auto change. He is very eye catching and is a great ride for children of all levels. This pony is low maintenance and thrives in all programs. This pony is available for sale or lease. My Boy-Medium- My Boy is a beautiful pony who always jumps a He has shown all up and down the east coast and is currently in New York.
Paxton-Small-This pony jumps and moves a He is very fancy and has had good results at pony finals including a 9th in the undersaddle in the small regulars. This pony never stops trying to please and is looking for a kid to show him off in the ring. Motivated owner looking to get this pony in a showing situation. Currently in New York and Available for lease. Mouse Diaries From the diary of Johnny M. Elbereons The most important mouse living at Artemis Riding Academy. The trainer loaded Whinnie into the trailer in the morning. I was a gentleman and let him go first, but before I could get to the trailer the doors went up.
I realized it was my belongings. I jumped and just as the truck took off I grabbed the back of the license plate, which held fast, but my paws did not and I fell onto the rocks scratching my body. Then he set me down, but I had gotten so winded that he had to roll me to the edge of the field. Later, we figured out that it was today he was going home. Then it came to me - should I stay with Spencer or go with Whinnie? Unless, I left Spencer. They were all my family. But Whinnie was family too — my best friend, Whinnie.
Just one week ago, Spencer brought a new pony home to try for a week. He ended up leasing the pony. Spencer is doing well presently; although, I can tell he misses Whinnie almost as much as I do. All these emotions together felt like they could just melt the world then and there. So, I tucked my belongings into a little sack made of a part of a saddle pad that the dogs had chewed up. I put the eggshells in, as well as a few other things, and stored them next to the side of the trailer that would take him from us, but not me, not me. We are very proud of you! We wish you as much success on your new pony next year!
Dan and Sheila His pedigree makes him equally as appealing to the race and sporthorse market. Let us put our expertise to work for you. Maranatha Keep the Faith 5 yr old Guaranteed temperaments to their first buyer. Timothys Fall Horse Show in Baltimore. Victoria was also named best child rider on a pony at the benefit show. I started riding when I was really young about 3 doing leadline, but really got serious about it when I was 6 or 7. My mom used to ride professionally and is now an amateur and my dad is a course designer and show manager.
I have grown up going to horse shows! My first ponies name was Twix, a small white pony. Whenever we rode in the field she would put her head down to eat the grass and I had a really hard time pulling her head up again. I even fell off once! I really like jumping and hope that I can one day do the jumpers. I like the thrill of going fast and jumping huge jumps. Speaking of going fast I also play polo! I started playing polo when I was eight years old. I learned to stick and ball on a barrel-racing pony named Rodeo and I immediately fell in love with the sport.
It is a great feeling to go really fast and it is nice that polo is a team sport where we all work together. Polo is very different from what I am used to but I have caught on pretty quick. Riding my show pony and having good equitation has helped me to be a better polo player because I can concentrate on my game and not on my riding. Right now I am riding ponies named Pata, Skyla, and Anarissa.
Pata is my favorite. She has really taught me how to be confident and goes really fast and turns on a dime.
Showing and playing polo is difficult but worth it especially if you love horses. Polo is a great sport- we use a ball and mallet and try to make goals just like soccer, hockey, and basketball. I think everyone should give it a try if they are lucky enough to get the opportunity. Showing hunters is more like ice skating because you try to make it look effortless. I appreciate the fact that Maddie my parents let me do both and Pata sports. I am really lucky to have parents like them.
I also am very lucky to have amazing trainers that believe in me and have helped me become the rider I am today. Can you please explain that to me? When I was 18 years old I attended a clinic in New York where they talked about forward riding and a balanced seat. He talked about horse mentality and responsiveness…about logical progression. If your horse understands what you want then the horse will be happy and listen. With this style you must start with understanding the basics like how to use your legs and how your legs and body affect the way your horse moves.
What brings you to the Middleburg Classic today? Are you happy being a trainer? I love the Middleburg Classic. We are lucky to have this venue. The managers are wonderful, the footing is great and the views are wonderful. My heart sings when someone wants to learn. I think that this interview really brings out Mrs. I also had a chance to watch her coaching one of her students. I heard a lot of the same things that my trainer says. When I had a lesson later that afternoon I remembered what she said about fear and tapping the pony and used it and it worked! What advice can you give me and others that are a little scared?
Put it over your shoulder. Remember, if you ride in fear, then you will fail. Take every day in stride. She makes contacts in the horse show community to help in her efforts towards animal advocacy. Maggie has several rescue missions for which she actively fundraises. She organizes supply drives, money collections and social media promotion. Maggie, a 15 year old 9th grader at Saint Basil Academy, lives with her parents, brother, 6 rescue dogs and 3 cats in Jenkintown, Pa. Her first horse show was the lead line class at Devon.
From there she continued on to the pony divisions for several years. She still shows in the large ponies for other owners. She is now looking forward to moving into the Junior Hunter ring. Maggie has always had a sincere interest in service, particularly helping homeless animals. She is a huge advocate for animal rescue and tries to promote puppy mill awareness to her peers. Now, with other projects in the works, the Mags For Wags initiative keeps Maggie busy. She uses her opportunities, while traveling for horse shows, to provide service to humans and canines both. She collects toiletries from her hotel stays and saves them so she can make individual hygiene bags for the homeless to pass out on Martin Luther King Day.
Through the last several years Maggie has noticed an increase in the homeless human population with pet dogs. She is currently investigating the ability to set up a pet food drive with her local Pet Smart and Petco to collect pet food to share with area food banks and homeless shelters. She would also like to see Penn Vet use their newly built mobile clinic to offer vaccines and wellness visits for the pets of the homeless in Philadelphia.
In a leadership role, Maggie will design plans and support the launch of a 1,, kid campaign, reaching out to local communities to inspire change and community ownership of animal rescue. Her role includes social media marketing, fundraising, public relations and thought leadership regarding the film. Maggie encourages her fellow junior equestrians to think of ways they can help their own communities.
Think outside of the box. Small efforts add up; One stride at a time. Keep up with Maggie by reading her posts on the blog, www. Life in the Dog House is due to be released in The film will showcase their unique approach to dog rescue. Following the release of Life in the Dog House, all funds raised by Maggie, will be allocated to a dog rescue of her choice.
Please help Maggie support the film Life in the Dog House and help future dogs in need. Donation info at right: Can you tell me more about it? One of the first steps in fox hunting is making sure that your horse gets used to what you are doing. A good way to begin is with drag hunts. That is where you use a fake fox tail, scented with real fox, and then drag it around and teach the horse to follow the scent. Also, stay in the back of the fox hunt and learn everything until you work your way to the front. My daughter also fox hunts.
I am working here today as the announcer and paddock master. Our farm, Haven Hill, also brought 10 horses here to the show this week and my wife was riding. My parent inspired me. My stepdad was a jockey and trainer, my Mom was rider, and my sister also rode. I did ride horses when I was younger. I rode hunter, jumper, did fox hunting and even dressage. When I was growing up Dressage was taught as a part of the foundation of riding.
I had a very bad accident around the age of 13 or 14 and mostly stopped riding after that. I see that you are a horse show manager? How did you become involved in that? What kind of training does it take and what is involved in it? While going to college I worked as a groom. I knew I wanted to work in the horse world so I learned all the jobs found at a horse show.
Jobs commonly found at horse shows include the manager, paddock master for the in gate, judge, steward, farrier, veterinarian, awards and hospitality staff. I primarily work as an announcer and horse show manager. In order to be good at this job you have to know how to do every job at the horse show — it is not just about directing others. I thought that it was very cool that Mr. Andrew Ellis knows how to fox hunt and that he is so committed to the horse world.
He was also very thoughtful and gave me a package of nice model jumps. You can find more about Mr. Andrew Ellis on his website at www. Thank you to everyone who made the most magnificent year of my life! I love all of you! If you are a growing pony rider, then you will eventually be in the same predicament that I have been in this year. I am finally growing taller and my riding has been progressing to the point that I am ready for different challenges. Ponies are expensive and I was told that if I wanted to move up, I would need to sell one or both of my beloved ponies.
I was faced with the dilemma of moving forward or standing still. The thing about my ponies is that they are not ordinary ponies. They are perhaps the most animated, silly, loving, and sometimes way-too-sassy little creatures. My grey pony Luna has been my best friend since I got her right after a bad head injury in She helped me rehab from that trauma and I have spent many of my happiest and darkest days with her by my side.
Luna taught me to be an effective rider and challenged me every step of. Whereas Luna made me sit up and dig in, Sally taught me how to ride gently and honestly with finesse and trust. Both of them gave me more love and affection that I was deserving of. The thought of having to say goodbye to my precious ponies had me feeling sick. Would their new owners love them as I do? Would they be overworked? Would they still feel special? Would they feel like I have abandoned them? Would they know how grateful that I am to have shared in part of their lives?
Would they miss me? Could I live without them? In talking with my trainer and family, it was decided that I needed to sell both ponies to move on. I have very big goals with my riding career and as. On the day that the sale was final and Molly came to pick up my ponies, I went out to the barn early to give the girls lots of treats. We took some pictures and I gave them my private goodbyes. Molly arrived and for the first time in a long time I was excited. Seeing Molly and remembering her amazing horse care and how she loves and advocates for ALL animals, my heart was finally at peace.
I know that we had made the right choice. My ponies seemed to remember Molly and gladly walked behind her to jump on the trailer. We signed the sale paperwork and off they went. I watched the trailer drive down the long driveway and I was happy. All of the uncertainty that I had been feeling over the past few weeks just floated away.
Over the past few months, I have been mentally preparing myself for the inevitable. My mom let me make the sales advertisements for both my ponies. None of it seemed fair to me. How could I set a price on my most prized possessions? How could I tell people that my ponies were deserving and cherished and loved beyond recognition but that I was a selfish boy for even thinking of selling them… Then it happened.
Someone put in an offer to buy both of my ponies. It was a situation that was too good to be true. My ponies would go to a person that I know would take care of them and they would be together. Even though it was the best possible outcome, I was going to have to face reality. My ponies were actually going to leave me. Every emotion possible bubbled up. It started with a name: I found some donated community spaces, wrote down my ideas, gathered up a few of my peers, and talked some public high schools into letting me visit their campuses with some poet friends.
We performed poems to recruit kids to our first series of free afterschool writing workshops at the San Francisco Public Library and at two community-based nonprofit art centers. That meant, essen- tially, that my friends and I would have to do the work, and get all the spaces and materials donated, to keep it all free.
And we vowed to keep it fun, too. Yes, my writing was crucial to my sense of who I was. I was seeing—at least through the narrow prism of my MFA program— just who was being groomed to have a voice in this world. Those of us in graduate-level workshops were all trying to be professional writers, in one manifestation or the other. But our programs were not represen- tative of the demographics of the late-twentieth-century Bay Area. So part of launching Youth Speaks was about creating a free and safe space where young people outside the sphere of other writing and arts pro- grams could have the opportunities to be nurtured and supported in the development of their artistic voices.
Around that same time, I went to my first poetry slam. ESSAYS how much I loved to hear poetry out loud, but I had grown increasingly frustrated by just how poorly some poets read their work. I had been to dozens upon dozens of boring poetry readings San Francisco is a terrific place to hear poetry read, boring and otherwise , and they were driving me crazy. I loved the work, but some of these poets were so insular in their sharing of their poems that I preferred reading them on my own, rather than hearing them ruin it for me.
But at the poetry slam, I saw something different. And it was not boring. The poets were youngish, very engaging, passionate about their work, and unafraid to share themselves with the crowd, to open themselves up to both positive and negative critique. The poetry slam was the first place I saw an unadulterated celebration of language and writing and poetry that was raucous and fun and diverse.
I figured that it would give me some good experience for the many other things I wanted to do. But as it turned out, fifty young people showed up in the first two months. So I changed my thinking. I started reading books about fund-raising. I took free courses on how to run a nonprofit organization. The population of young people coming out to the workshops continued to grow. The poetry slams I was attending were exciting, and I began to see that the slam made fun of the idea of competitive poetry and at the same time challenged the writers to reach new heights in their writing and performance.
Meanwhile, the young writers in the workshops were all responding positively to the videos and tapes I brought in of poets read- ing their work, so why not give them an opportunity to be celebrated in public in a fun, competitive way? Again, I thought it would be great if ten kids came, but for that inaugural Youth Speaks Teen Poetry Slam, more than one hundred poets partici- pated, drawing close to six hundred audience members over three weeks, selling out the small Mission District theater and getting a front-page article in the arts section of the San Francisco Chronicle.
And, it turned out, this was the first teen poetry slam in the country. So then we had more events, and more kids started showing up. And they kept showing up, saying incredibly provocative, thoughtful, and creative things in the workshops and from the stages. These young poets were writing poems about the environment, about education, about love, life, death.
They were writing poems about abuse and power and lack of power—it was really an amazing array of voices. Then schools started calling me—instead of me calling them—because teachers were begin- ning to see their students grab on to the possibilities of poetry. Then people wanted to publish the poems, and to hear them again. Some foundations and companies even wanted to start giving us money.
And while the successes have been tremendous, I often measure them by looking back at the very first public Youth Speaks program. One of the teachers had set us up in a one-hundred-seat auditorium. I introduced my friends—we were a diverse group in our mid-twenties—and said we were poets.
I asked if anyone in the room wrote poetry. Two hands crept up slowly. Everyone else in the room stared at us. Kids, they said, had no interest at all. Recently, I went back to Washington High to observe how the school- visit program was doing. This was fifteen years after the first one. The one-hundred-seat auditorium was the same, but this time, when the Poet Mentor asked how many of the students wrote poetry, about half the kids in the room raised their hands. The teacher had been trying to get us to their school for months, but we had been all booked up, because now poetry is a hot thing on high-school campuses.
Over the years, our numbers have continued to grow. We are now in more than fifty public middle and high schools each year in the Bay Area alone. Thousands of teenagers come out to our writing workshops, our monthly open mics, and our poetry slams. We have audiences in the thousands for our bigger events, and the work has spread nationwide. Both opened up programs based on the model in the Bay, and both programs are still thriving.
Each year so far, more than six hundred young writers from close to sixty cities have deeply engaged with the power of poetry. These six hundred young poets are selected through local events featuring tens of thousands of poets who want to go, all of whom are part of a generation hungry for the experience that spoken word can offer.
These young writers are talking about critical issues in their lives, and they are doing so from every cor- ner of the country. They are writing in the styles and sounds that make sense to them. They are tapping into the continuum of poetry but do not feel bound by it. Poetry has become a liberating force in their lives, and it allows them to put their identities, voices, power, and imaginations cen- ter stage. The way young people approach the word is a thing of real consequence to them, and this is what inspires me and, I imagine, the thousands of adults who keep coming out to support these emerging writers.
The teens who are putting pen to paper and stepping onto stages take the opportu- nity to be heard seriously. They are telling real stories, sharing real joy, exposing real pain. To them, poetry is not a luxury. We believed that anyone could be a poet, that poets can write about any- thing they want to write about. Poetry is for everyone. I have undergraduate and graduate degrees in writing and have been a student in dozens of writ- ing workshops at two major universities. Through the years, I developed my own thoughts on how workshops should happen, who should be in them, and what they should be for.
Where else can young people define themselves, using the simplest of technologies: Not in reaction to anything, just in a space where they could say who they are. What matters to them. How they think they are living their lives. What they love and what they want to change. And to take it seriously. Our approach to this is pretty simple: We offer a lot of programs. Teenagers just need to show up, and they do. And they keep showing up. It is now typical for us to sell out three-thousand-seat venues for poetry readings by teenagers on a Saturday night in downtown San Francisco.
This kind of thing is happening all across the country. I knew some things about teaching adults to write, for I had taught writing classes for a number of years at Columbia and the New School. Adult writers had read a lot, wanted to be writers, and were driven by all the usual forces writers are driven by. I knew how to talk to them, how to inspire them, how to criticize their work. What to say to an eight-year-old with no commitment to literature? They said true things in fresh and surprising ways. Another was how much they enjoyed making works of art—draw- ings, paintings, and collages.
I was aware of the breakthrough in teaching children art some forty years ago. I had seen how my daughter and other 1. Kenneth Koch, excerpts from Wishes, Lies, and Dreams: Chelsea House, and HarperCollins, I wanted to find, if I could, a way for children to get as much from poetry as they did from painting. The object was to give them experiences which would teach them something new and indicate new possibilities for their writing. This system also made for good class discussions of student work: I thought this would also work with children, though because of their age, lack of writing experience, and different motivation, I would have to find other assignments.
Finding the right ideas for poems would help, as would working out the best way to proceed in class. I also needed poems to read to them that would give them ideas, inspire them, make them want to write. It was a mixed group of fifth and sixth graders. I felt the main thing I had to do was to get them started writing, writing anything, in a way that would be pleas- ant and exciting for them. Once that happened, I thought, other good things might follow. I asked the class to write a poem together, everybody contributing one line.
The way I conceived of the poem, it was easy to write, had rules like a game, and included the pleasures without the anxieties of competi- tiveness. No one had to worry about failing to write a good poem because everyone was only writing one line; and I specifically asked the children not to put their names on their line. Everyone was to write the line on a sheet of paper and turn it in; then I would read them all as a poem. I gave an example, putting a color in every line, then asked them for others.
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They were talking, waving, blush- ing, laughing, and bouncing up and down. I had trouble finding my next good assignment. I tried a few ideas that worked well with adults, such as writing in the style of other poets, but they were too difficult and in other ways inappropriate. Fortunately for me, Mrs. Wiener, the fourth grade teacher, asked me to suggest some poetry ideas for her to give her class.
A few days later she brought me their poems, and I was very happy. The poems were beautiful, imaginative, lyrical, funny, touching. They reminded me of my own childhood and of how much I had forgotten about it. They were all innocence, elation, and intelligence. They were unified poems: And they had a lovely music— I wish I had a pony with a tail like hair I wish I had a boyfriend with blue eyes and black hair I would be so glad… —Milagros Diaz, 42 Sometimes I wish I had my own kitten Sometimes I wish I owned a puppy 2.
Sometimes I wish for a room of my own. And I wish all my sisters would disappear. And I wish my little sister would find her nightgown. I realized its qualities as I read over their work. The idea helped them to find that they could do it, by giving them a form that would give their poem unity and that was easy and natural for them to use: One of the main problems children have as writers is not knowing what to write about. Once they have a subject they like, but may have temporarily forgotten about, like wishing, they find a great deal to say.
The subject was good, too, because it encouraged them to be imaginative and free. There are no limits to what one can wish: And wishes, more- over, are a part of what poetry is always about. This could be new subject matter, new sense awareness, new experience of language or poetic form. I looked for other techniques or themes that were, like wishes, a natural and customary part of poetry. As in the Wish Poems, I suggested a repetitive form to help give their poems unity: Devoting whole poems to comparisons and sounds gave the children a chance to try out all kinds, and to be as free and as extravagant as they liked.
There was no theme or argument with which the sounds or comparisons had to be in accord: In teaching painting an equivalent might be having children paint pictures which were only contrasting stripes or gobs of color. In presenting these poetry ideas to the children I encouraged them to take chances. But I asked them specifically to look for strange comparisons—if the grass seemed to them like an Easter egg they should say so.
I suggested they compare something big to some- thing small, something in school to something out of school, something unreal to something real, something human to something not human. Examples can give them courage. I asked my fourth graders to look at the sky it was overcast and to tell me what thing in the schoolroom it most resembled.
Such question games make for an excited atmosphere and start the children thinking like poets. For the Noise Poem I used another kind of classroom example. I made some noises and asked the children what they sounded like. I crumpled up a piece of paper. Their writing quickly became richer and more colorful. They wrote freely and crazily and they liked what they were doing because they were writing beautiful and vivid things.
It is the same when one writes as when one reads: Teaching Children to Write Poetry Some things about teaching children to write poetry I knew in advance, instinctively or from having taught adults, and others I found out in the classroom. Most important, I believe, is taking children seriously as poets. Children have a natural talent for writing poetry and anyone who teaches them should know that. Teaching really is not the right word for what takes place: At first I was amazed at how well the children wrote, because there was obviously not enough in what I had told them even to begin to account for it.
But she had done no more than what I had suggested she do: There was one other thing: I thought I might have some success with sixth graders, but even there I felt it would be best to begin with a small group who volunteered for a poetry workshop. After the fourth-grade Wish Poems, however, and after the Wish and Comparison Poems from the other grades, I realized my mis- take.
The children in all the grades, primary through sixth, wrote poems which they enjoyed and I enjoyed. Treating them like poets was not a case of humorous but effective diplomacy, as I had first thought; it was the right way to treat them because it corresponded to the truth. A little humor, of course, I left in. Poetry was serious, but we joked and laughed a good deal; it was serious because it was such a pleasure to write.
Treating them as poets enabled me to encourage them and egg them on in a non- teacherish way—as an admirer and a fellow worker rather than as a boss. There are other barriers besides rhyme and meter that can keep children from writing freely and enjoying it. One is feeling they have to spell everything correctly.
Stopping to worry about spelling a word can cut off a fine flow of ideas. Punctuation can also be an interference, as can neatness. All these matters can be attended to after the poem is written. Poetry should be talked about in as simple a way as possible and certainly without such bewildering rhetorical terms as alliteration, sim- ile, and onomatopoeia. There are easy, colloquial ways to say all these: Again on the subject of language, the various poetry ideas should be presented in words children actually use. One bar to free feeling and writing is the fear of writing a bad poem and of being criticized or ridiculed for it.
If I praised a line or an image I put the stress on the kind of line or image it was and how exciting it might be for others to try something like that too. Aside from the scientific folly of so doing, it is sure to make children inhibited about what they write. The educational advantages of a creative intellectual and emotional activity which children enjoy are clear. Writing poetry makes children feel happy, capable, and creative.
It makes them feel more open to under- standing and appreciating what others have written literature. It even makes them want to know how to spell and say things correctly gram- mar. Learning becomes part of an activ- ity they enjoy—when my fifth graders were writing their Poems Using Spanish Words they were eager to know more words than I had written on the board; one girl left the room to borrow a dictionary.
Of all these advantages, the main one is how writing poetry makes children feel: One thing is for a poet from outside to come and teach in the schools as I did. Another is for teachers already there to try teaching poetry. A lot of children there are writ- ing poetry now who would not have been otherwise, and their feelings about it are different too.
They may have had a distant respect for poetry before, but now it belongs to them. They really like it. Some have written twenty or thirty poems and are still raring to go. It is not our mysterious charm for which Ron Padgett and I are wildly applauded when we go into the fifth grade classroom and for which shrieks of joy have greeted us in other classrooms too.
It is the subject we bring, and along with that, our enthusiasm for what the students do with it. It occurred to me some time ago that I was as popular and beloved a figure at P. And that I was doing more or less what they had done, though in a form of art that, for all its prestige, has been relatively ignored in the schools. The change in the children is the most evident, but the teachers have changed too. Once they saw what the children were doing, they became interested themselves. Before, I think, poetry was kind of a dead subject at the school dormant, anyway.
But now they have seen the connection, which is that children have a great talent for writing poetry and love to do it. However, as I worked with many different children, I became impressed with the beneficial effects poetry writing was having on their private 1. Although the piece is a hymn to the pleasures of imaginative writing, it takes a negative turn at the very end, an unfortunate attempt on my part to make the piece acceptable to what I imagined to be the Ms.
Writings on Poetry and Poets Ann Arbor: The University of Michigan Press, I felt I was being given a rare opportunity for a poet in the twentieth century—to be directly useful to society without compromising myself. Padgett, the poet who is visiting us today…. Most people think this part is the whole story. But when you lie down and go to sleep at night, your mind keeps on working, just differently, and sometimes very odd things happen in it.
Fifteen minutes ago we were total strangers. Now they are really excited about their own personal mysterious, imaginative experiences.
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This is not a test. Suddenly the room is filled with a sampling of the classroom unconscious. The anonymity adds to the fascination. Dream Poem I dreamed I was in a gigantic room. Everything was made of tiles, the walls, floors, everything. The only piece of fur- niture was a gold throne. I could see beams of light coming in the corners. Very strong light and I could hear cheering. I stood up and a big dinosaur ran through the corner of light. I screamed and ran out the opposite beam of light and fell on a cloud that had sand particles on it.
Then I dreamed I fell asleep. Christine Riblett I suggest they keep a diary of their dream lives that they can use as a basis for short stories, fantasy tales, or science fiction. Because my basic interest is in creative writing, I encourage kids to say whatever they want, no matter how wacky, weird, or unconventional, and to forgo, if they wish, rules of spelling, grammar, rhyme, and meter. Kids who have a terrible time spelling simple words naturally dislike writing but are often good storytellers. I discourage personal viciousness and constant use of obscenity in writing.
Doubtless thera- peutic for some, they disconnect most children from their larger, more interesting selves. I also discourage the kind of competitiveness that makes most kids feel anxious, unloved, and defeated, or vainly victorious: Creativity should not be turned into a contest. A crucial moment for emphasizing this comes when I read the poems aloud. I pause to comment on things I like, as much with my tone of voice as with outright remarks.
In fact I praise the poems like mad. Gradually they gain the self-confidence to write as well as they always could have, with greater ease, pleasure, and satisfaction. They come to appreciate their imaginations, and from there the imaginative lives of others. One poetry idea called variously Here and Now, Right Now, or Poem of the Senses has the kids focus their attention on the immediate present.
In order to present the Right Now idea I secretly study the walls, ceil- ing, desks, view outside, details of clothes, and gestures that stand out a little, while the teacher introduces me. The reflection on the clock face forms a bent shiny rectangle. A yellow pencil is lying on the floor pointing to a red tennis shoe that goes up and down.
Do you hear that humming? I feel a little cool breeze on my face as I walk back and forth, and I feel my heart beating in my chest. Do you feel yours? I feel my throat vibrating as I talk. Make yourself one big receiver of impressions: This can be outside your body and mind, like the light powder on the chalkboard; or inside, such as feeling your lungs fill with air or sensing an idea happening in your mind.
Make a list—in sentences—of things you never noticed before or things you think no one else will notice. The kids start craning their necks. Consciously focusing on details in the room is peculiar for them but exhilarating. I see the dark mouth of a cave. I think I am getting drunk off this class. I smell a blue sea. I imagine I am flying. I know I am mad. Todd Robeson This type of poem also shows how repetition is a good substitute for rhyme and meter in teaching poetry to children because it creates a poetic structure without inhibiting their freedom of expression.
Actual events become dreamlike when they sink into the past. Or into the future. What would we look like? Would we live in plastic bubbles? If only we could remember how it was before we were born! Finally I say that today I want everyone to get into their own time machines and travel back to something they remember from long ago. There are other poetry ideas that are more mechanical but no less fun, such as acrostics. I ask the kids to volunteer a word or a name, the first one that comes to mind.
In any case they are learning how to do an acrostic. We finish the example at the board, and I read it aloud: This is also a good way to start with a class that hates writing, like one fourth grade group I taught. Here is their class collaboration: These fourth-graders had a lot of experience writing poetry, which can be seen in this sample that still makes me dizzy with envy: It was made out of white snow.
If you cut the sun open what would you see? But if a person was crazy the answer would be yes. Where is the end of the universe? In back of the swimming pool. How old is adventure? It is 60,00 years old. Which color is older, black or white? Black because you can outline me. Vivien Tuft and Fontessa Moore, P. They rushed over to dictate: At first, kindergartners were hard to teach because of their inability to write words or to concentrate very long, but I found them so much fun to be with that I usually let them look in my pockets, pull my beard, put toys on my shoes, etc.
Then one day I enlisted the aid of five sixth- graders, good poets who had been writing for several years. I gave them some ideas for poems the kindergartners might like: What do they say at your house? If your dog or cat or fish could talk English, what would they say? If a tree or a leaf or a mountain could talk, what would they say? Imagine a talking table! A glass of milk! They worked much better with the sixth-graders than they had with me. Here are two poems dictated that day. One boy, San Lum Wong, newly arrived from China and just beginning to learn English, wrote the following poem when I asked his class to write Love Poems: The Funny World The world is funny.
The earth is funny. The people is funny. Somebody in funny life. Somebody given a life change the funny. The magic is funny. The funny is magic. Oh, boy a funny funny money happy. I defy you to write something in Chinese half as beautiful about love after three months of studying that language.
Sometimes a student will hand me a manuscript, something written at home in private. Such a poem was that of Liz Wolf, a seventh-grader. By getting in touch with their creative imaginations—which is sometimes a scary business, not a cutesy-pie world of daffodils and little hills—they see more clearly into themselves, and this clarity gives them a sense of personal value.
By having kids indulge themselves in the wild and wacky world of the imagination, presto: First Class 1 Theodore Roethke Stick out your can, here comes a lesson-plan. What pearls are there to cast to colleagues? Selected notebook entries , first published in The Antioch Review , then in Straw for the Fire. Anthologies are often inert. There are dangers every time I open my mouth, hence at times when I keep it shut, I try to teach by grunts, sighs, shrugs.
That way lies madness and death. As it is, you work harder than most psychiatrists—and get much further faster, more humanly, painlessly. Leave your neuroses at home, and while there, make them work for you, or exorcise them from your best being. I feel strangely dif- fident.
I assure you that is astonishingly easy to do. A soft-boiled egg wobbling on one leg, looking for the edge of a cup or saucer… You roar, not from a true disquietude of the heart, but from growing-pains…spiritual teeth- ing. Dwell on them lovingly. Sometimes the possession of the first without the second may be tragic. But the applications, the variations are infinite. Everything else scares the hell out of me. One can talk away certain themes, spoil them. If he had not written at such length, he might not have been heard.
Usually it seems defensive, a form of fear or even a kind of jealousy. The true provincial wit, he never reads Except the thing his little spirit needs: I find it comic that he speaks of voice Who never made a rhythm without noise. What a burden he bears, carrying the weight of criticism for us all. How fiercely he guards his few nuggets of wisdom. In the perpetual hunt for merit, he is content to scavenge. To hell, I say, with the conference. Come up before or after class. None of this breast-feeding. I call the light out of someone else.
Sing up, sing all, a Socrates of fury. It was a little soft-edged for me. Yet there are lines some kid wrote that are still a part of my head: How to get in on it. Would know I was bad. I made a few vague passes—mailing those applications in—and nothing ever came back. Word was that the woman who ran it mostly liked to hire men. So it never happened. The little bit of substitute teaching I did right out of college was largely a painful and humiliating experience that dis- suaded me from wanting to teach for a long while.
Cause kids just look at you with those big eyes—and I instantly feel like a fraud. As a child I had instinctively recognized that poetry disseminated val- ues. It was rolled out in school right next to prayers and the Pledge of Allegiance as part of the larger tapestry of things we supposedly belonged to—but I knew also that those poems were corny. The pleasure of these early poetry experiences was not the dull one of moving my mouth to make these treacly lines with fifty other sets of lips in grade school after lunch, standing with our bellies stuck out, heads swarming with other things.
What I liked was being home in the afternoon after dinner with my family and seeing how quickly I could memorize the poem. Poetry proved my mind was strong. Not only could I remember everything on the list of things my mother sent me to the store to buy, jingling the list in my mind as I walked, but also I could commit a page of poetry to memory in half an hour. Next came the allure of funny poetry I could spout for my friends outside of school.
Mostly it was that stupid poetry from Mad Magazine: ESSAYS Poetry became the exemplar of private vindictiveness and funniness and personal mourning—flipping that space into the world. I knew it, I grew it, it was there. She resided in Pictou most of her life and came to Gabarus five years ago. The remains are resting at the Fillmore Funeral Home. The funeral will be held Thursday afternoon from the Gabarus United Church. Burial will be in the Gabarus cemetery,. Sydney Post Record , p Three years ago she fell and fractured her hip and had been confined to her bed practically ever since.
Bullock, who cared for her during her illness. The funeral was held on Monday afternoon. Services were conducted by Rev. Campbell, Presbyterian student at Mira. Intement at Willow Grove Cemetery. He was a member of St. A retired funeral director, he worked for many years with R. Prior to that he was employed by Standard Brands, T. Surviving are daughters, Catherine Mrs.
Roy Addison , Port Alberni, B. Alice MacLeod; brother, Arthur, both of Sydney. He was predeceased by his wife, several brothers and sisters. Tuesday, both in T. Curry Parkview Chapel, Rev. Burial in Oakfield Cemetery, Mira. He was 92 and enjoyed a remarkably full and healthy life. An excellent athlete, he was a member of the Canadian Army Goose Bay championship hockey team of - After the war he took a position in Halifax as an agent with London Life Insurance Company, serving families in the hydrostone and north end of Halifax.
A strong churchman, he was Sunday school superintendent at Edgewood United Church and was a member of the small post-war congregation that built the present day Edgewood United Church. He was a member of the volleyball league in Halifax, playing with St. In Moncton, his civic commitment followed the interests of his children — he served on the church board for the Central United Church Scout Troop and as president of the Moncton High School Parent and Teacher Association. He returned to Halifax as regional manager in the mid- sixties and remained there until accepting the position as district manager for the Cape Breton London Life Office in Sydney — a position his father and brother Rollie held before him.
He retired from London Life in the early eighties and for the past 30 years he and Isabel have enjoyed full and rewarding lives together with family and friends. Married 71 years, it is not possible for those who knew them to not think of one without the other, and usually hand-in-hand. Until well into their eighties, they drove to Florida each winter and then enjoyed summers in their beloved and familiar haunts in Louisbourg, Kennington Cove, Gabarus, and around Cape Breton. His love of hockey never waned and he was a season ticket holder with the Screaming Eagles.
The family will celebrate his life with friends and family on Saturday, May 5 from 2—4 and 7—9 at S. Interment will be Harbourview Cemetery, Louisbourg. Online Condolences may be sent to our webpage at www. Born Jan 20, Bagnell, 51 Friday, a native of this town. The deceased left Louisburg 15 years ago and was principal of Queen's school, Westmount, Montreal. The remains will arrive in Sydney Monday morning and will be taken to Louisburg. He was a son of the late Mrs.
A brother Thomas living in Louisburg, survives. Bagnell, died Tuesday in St, Rita Hospital after a long illness. He was 60, Born in Gabarus, he was a son of William and the late Mrs. Surviving are his father, a brother John, Sydney, two sisters, Lillian Mrs. Two sisters and a brother are dead. His body is at the Johnston Funeral home where the funeral service will be this afternoon at 2 o'clock. Prior to his retirement, he worked for London Life Insurance with 24 years service in Halifax and 16 years in Sydney as regional manager.
Daniel Boone , Barrie, Ont. He was predeceased by his wife, the former Marguerite Giles. Funeral will be 2 p. Saturday in First United Church, Rev. Burial in Hardwood Hill Cemetery. Sydney Post Record , p 3. The death occurred at the City hospital early yesterday of Mrs. Ruth Bagnell, well known Gabarus resident. She was 69 years old and had been ill but a short while.
Surviving are her husband, a daughter, Mrs. Thorneycroft, Glace Bay and a son in the United Stated. The remains will be taken to Gabarus Tuesday for interment, reposing in the meantime at Corey's undertaking parlors, Dorchester street. The funeral of Sarah Ann Bagnell, 4, eldest daughter of Mr. Joseph Bagnell, Gabarus, who died suddenly at City Hospital after a brief illness, was held from Gabarus Village Church with interment made in the village cemetery. Surviving are her parents, one sister, Alexis, two brothers, Clifford and James, grandparents, Mr.
Bagnell and several aunts, uncles and cousins. Funeral services held at the home of the deceased grandfather were attended by a large gathering of friends and relatives. The church services were conducted by Rev. He was employed as a janitor at branch 3, Royal Canadian Legion, Glace Bay, for 50 years, retiring in He was a member and past president of branch 3. Paul's Presbyterian Church, Glace Bay. He was predeceased by brothers, William Billy , Dan.
Visitation after 3 p. Burial in Greenwood Cemetery. Donations to Greenwood Cemetery. Spencer Bagnell, Sault Ste. Marie We regret to announce the passing of Spencer at home on Tuesday, Dec. Beloved husband of Martha for 61 years. Predeceased by his sons, Aubrey Linda , Charles and Emerson; grandfather of six and great-grandfather of five. Also survived by his many nieces and nephews. Cremation has taken p. Spring interment Prince Township Cemetery. Memorial contributions to the Elks Oncology Van would be greatly appreciated by the family. Thank you to the paramedics and especially to Amy Zuccatto for their care and compassion.
Condolences may be offered at www. Working many years as a registered nurse, she graduated from Hamilton Memorial Hospital, North Sydney where she later worked for many years and continued to nurse at St. She is survived by her husband, Graham; two daughters, Bonnie Mrs. Sandy Gillis Moncton, N. Peter Romeo , Georgie Mrs. She was predeceased by two brothers, Michael, Joseph.
The body is in W. Dooley Funeral Home, North Sydney, visiting , p. Funeral will be in 10 a. Joseph's Catholic Church, Rev. Burial will follow in Holy Cross Cemetery. Bagnell, passed away at his residence on Cornwall street late Monday afternoon after an illness of 11 months, and news of his death will be learned of with deep regret by a widespread circle of friends.
The deceased for nearly a quarter of a century had been associated with the London Life Insurance Company as their superintendent in the Northside district, filling that position for 22 years prior to retirement caused by illness. He was born at Gabarouse and came to North Sydney 44 years.
At one time, he was associated with a local business concern as partner in the Steckler and Bagnell Furniture Store, and later was manager of Bond's Furniture Store for some time prior to joining the staff of London Life Insurance. Bagnell was the leading salesman in all Canada for that company, in regard to sales volumes for that year, and as a result was made a member of their K Club of which he was elected president.
A splendid type of citizen, he was well known not only in the Northside district but also in many other sections of the Maritime provinces. The deceased was a member of St. Matthew-Wesley United Church, and was an elder of the church. He was a member of the town council for several terms in the late 's and had for many years been prominently connected with community projects. The deceased was also an active member of the local Fulton L.
Surviving to mourn his loss are his wife, three daughters and five sons. The daughters are Dina, Mrs. Steele , Archibald avenue, town, Beulah, Mrs. All members of the family are now here except one daughter, Mrs. Also surviving are one sister, Mrs. Mr, Bagnell's first wife, the former Ethel Bragg predeceased him by 22 years.
Funeral arrangements have not yet been completed pending word from his daughter in Port Arthur, but it is expected that it will be held on Thursday afternoon. Interment will be in Lakeside cemetery under direction of the W. Sincere sympathy of a host of friends is offered to the members of the breaved family. It is with deep sadness and regret that we announce the sudden passing of Mr. Warren was a son of the late Charlie and Helen Covey Bagnell.
He was employed by the City of Edmonton Police Department. Upon his return to Louisbourg, Warren bought lobsters from local fishermen and later served with the Canadian Coast Guard, Louisbourg. Warren was also harbour master for the Port of Louisbourg. Warren dedicated his life to serving those around him. For the past 23 years,Warren was a member of the Sydney and Louisbourg Railway Museum, holding such posts as treasurer and executive member. Warren served as president of the museum society. His steadfast love and devotion was certainly evident in the family home where Warren is survived by his wife, the former Mary Coco; son, John Darlene , Louisbourg; daughter Nikkie Dan , Ottawa; beloved grandsons, Colton and Garett, Louisbourg; brother, Bud Regina , Halifax; and his faithful sidekick, Lilly.
Visitation will take place Sunday, May 8 from and p. Funeral mass will be held 11 a. Burial to follow in Stella Maris Parish Cemetery. Family flowers only, please. Online condolences may be sent to our web page at www. Funeral arrangements are under the direction of S. The deceased was born at Gabarus C.
He went overseas with the 71th Field Battery in the First Contingent, of which he was the last surviving member and spent his 17th birthday on the trip overseas. He served all through that war and after returning home later took up residence in Chicago, U. His death followed an illness of five years duration. Neil MacInnes and one brother, W. Bagnell, both of North Sydney.
The funeral will take place Friday afternoon at 2: He was retired from Scotia Limestone Ltd. Visitation p. Sunday, funeral 6 p. Monday, both in Sydney Memorial Chapel, Rev. Donations to Pallative Care of Cape Breton or any charity. Bagnell, well known and respected resident of Foundry street, died Saturday at the Glace Bay General Hospital where he had been a patient for the past three months. A native of Gabarus, Mr. Bagnell was 89 years of age and had resided in Glace Bay for the past 87 years. He was employed during his residence here by the Dominion Coal Company.
At one time he was in charge of the crossing gates at the Main street crossing. Bagnell was superannuated about three years ago. He had been ill for the past year and three months ago was admitted to the General Hospital. Ewen MacDonald and Margaret Mrs. Ernest Kinslow, both of Glace Bay. A brother Herman Bagnell resides at Gabarus. Funeral services will be conducted at the home at two o'clock Tuesday afternoon and burial will be made in Greenwood cemetery. The Sydney Post Record. Services at house, church and graveside were conducted by Rev. Interment Willow Grove Cemetery.
He is survived by his widow, 2 daughters, Mrs. Two well known Louisburg youths are posted missing as a result of enemy actions when their merchant ship was destroyed. William Bagnal, 19 son of Mrs and Mrs. Another youth from the historic seaport town, a member of the same crew and reported saved was Warren Covey. Parents of MacIntyre and Bagnell received word from the owning company stating that the freighter was torpedoed and sunk by enemy craft recently.
They are at right, John MacIntyre, 24, and William Bagnell 19, who were serving on the crew of the same ship. MacIntyre, while Bagnell is the son of Mr. Bagnell is also a nephew of Warren Covey who was a survivor of the same ship. Besides his parents, young Bagnell is survived by two sisters, Elsie and Ruth and two brothers, Charles and Warren. William Fultz Bagnell of Halifax, N. Fultz was an independent, intelligent man with a love of books, music, food, world news, travel and long conversations with his family.
The record of the longest phone call is of much debate within the family but is clocked at close to three hours. His travels included Europe and Russia and the memories of these trips gave him pleasure over and over and he continued to dream about yet another great trip.
He is predeceased by his parents, sisters, Dinah and Beulah and brothers, Rollie and Graham. A private service will be at a later date. Special thanks to the staff at the Bedford Berkeley and unit 8. To view or place an online message of condolence please visit www. Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. In the early years, Bill enjoyed riding his bike everywhere and taking pictures.
Later, he really enjoyed his video camera. At the Seaview Manor, he had so much fun with all the weekly activities. Mostly, Bill loved the trips the manor would take to the casino; the staff made sure he got there one more time in the fall. Bill truly enjoyed spending his day surrounded by the wonderful staff and residents.
The last few years, Bill was truly happy and it was in large part to you. We will be forever grateful. Besides his parents, he was predeceased by his nephew, Dr. Visitation for Bill will be held at the S. Funeral service will take place 2 p. Family flowers only please. He retired in , having worked in fishing and as a carpenter and worked in Sterling as a hard rock miner.
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He was predeceased by half-brother, Lloyd; a nephew. Burial in Lakeview Cemetery, Gabarus. Donations to Lakeview Cemetery or any charity [D. He had a great love for family, friends, cars, and above all, life. Adam lived each day happy, with a smile on his face and left a great impression with everyone he came in contact with. Visitation will be held today from and p.
Mass of Christian Burial to celebrate the life of Adam will be held Wednesday afternoon at 2 p. Louis Catholic Church, Louisdale, Rev. Burial to follow in St. Louis Parish Cemetery, Louisdale. Family flowers only please, memorial donations can be made to the family.
Funeral arrangements are entrusted to C. Margaret Colleen Bonnell Baigent. Colleen will be remembered for her smile and loving kindness to others. She loved to have family and friends drop by for a cup of tea and some of her famous biscuits. She loved to bake and there were always cookies for her grandchildren. She is survived by her loving and dedicated husband, Harry, her best friend and high school sweetheart. They married in and enjoyed 57 happy years together. She especially looked forward to Christmas, which brought cards and news from each of them.
She was devoted to her family, always making their needs her priority. Her family, friends and all of those whose lives she touched and enriched will lovingly and dearly miss her. She was predeceased by her brother, Harvey and sister-in-law, Edwina Bonnell. She was very fond of her nephews and nieces, especially Nancy. Colleen was eternally grateful for the excellent care and concern given to her from Dr. Geordie Richardson, her family physician. The family also extends their special thank you to Dr. Richardson, as well as Dr. David Hann and all who made it possible for Colleen to remain at home with her husband and family during the last year of her declining health.
Visitation will be held at Sydney Memorial Chapel on Monday and p. Interment in Forest Haven Memorial Gardens. A reception will be held following the service at the funeral home. By request, family flowers only. January 8th, Passed in: February 26th, It is with heartfelt sadness that we, the family, announce the sudden passing of our sister, Agnes at home on Sunday, Feb. Born in Sydney Mines on Jan. She was employed at Sobeys for many years prior to her retirement. Respecting her wishes, there will be no visitation.
Cremation has taken place under the care and direction of J. A funeral mass celebrating her life will be held at 10 a. Interment at a later date. Words of comfort may be sent to the family at jmjobesfuneralhome na. Sydney Mines on Jan. Benjamin John 'Da' Bailey. February 16th, It is with broken hearts and great sadness that we, the family announce the passing of our dear husband, father, grandfather and brother on Feb.
He loved to spend his summers at his bungalow in Big Pond, where he had numerous friends, and spending time and chatting with them was what he looked forward to. Carmel Avenue, with Fr. Victor Ozoufuanya and Deacon Leo Penny officiating. Donations can be made to the Heart and Stroke Foundation. To send online condolences to the family go to www. Bertha started her nursing career as a nurse at the New Waterford Consolidated Hospital for five years, then St.
Besides her parents she was predeceased by her daughter, Bertha. There will be no visitation at Bertha's request. Cremation has taken place under the care and direction of V. A funeral mass will be celebrated Saturday, May 31, 10 a. Online condolences may be sent to the family at www. God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be He put his arms around you Bertha and whispered "Come to Me" With tearful eyes we watched you and saw you pass away And though we loved you dearly we could not make you stay A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the best.
He was in his 74th year. A native of England, Bailey served with the Royal Navy in the First Great War, and during his residence in Sydney was employed with the Barrett Paving Company, later with the city street departmentn and up until recent years was caretaker of a number of Charlotte Street business blocks. He had been in ailing health for the past few months.
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He is survived by his widow, one son Charles Ace Bailey; who recently returned from overseas, one daughter, Annie, Mrs. John Madower, Alexandra St. William Morewood, England; Mrs. Raymond Moules, both of Sydney; Mrs. Donald Matheson, both of the USA. The deceased was a member of Christ Church. The funeral will be held on Tuesday afternoon from his late residence on Alexandra Street. Surviving are a sister, Mrs.
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Funeral service will be held Saturday at 2 p. He came to Sydney Mines at an early age and moved to Glace Bay in He retired from No. Bailey was a member of St. Twice married he was predeceased by his first wife the former Margaret Boutilier. He is survived by his second wife the former Ella Russell. Pat Slade , Jeanette MRs. Wilbert Brooks , Charlene Mrs. Roy Borden , and Sylvia Mrs. Calvin MacPherson , all of Glace Bay. He is also survived by step-daughters Eleanor Mrs.
Harold Sexton of Sydney Mines. Several grandchildren and great grandchildren also survive. The service will be conducted by Rev. Born in Sydney Mines on Oct. A special thank you to Chubbs Forrest, and Jimmy MacIntyre, for the kindness and friendship shown to Eddie over the years. A reception will be held in the parish hall, following the service. Words of comfort may be sent to the family at jmjobesfunerlahome ns.
Ella Ruth Richards Bailey. Ella was a faithful member of St. Richards, passed away at an early age leaving her to raise her four young children. She made sure they had a very loving and caring home. She enjoyed knitting for every member of her family, especially newborn babies. She also enjoyed doing puzzles, framing and displaying them. Also surviving are 11 cherished grandchildren, step-grandchildren and numerous great and step-great-grandchildren and several nieces and nephews. Besides her parents, Ella was predeceased by her first husband, Roy E.
A funeral service will be held 2 p. Interment will be in St. A luncheon will follow in the church hall. Glace Bay, Nova Scotia, Canada. Frank was a gentleman and a man of gentle ways with a vibrant sense of humor and a love for the game of soccer, so much that if they don't play soccer in Heaven, Frank might not go. If you were fortunate enough to have had Frank as a part of your life, you must know "You'll never walk alone".
A celebration of his life will be held in Sydney Memorial Chapel Saturday, May 15, with visitation from , p. His ashes are being interred privately. The family would like to thank all of Frank's nurses and doctors for all they have done. Gerald Guy Bailey 48, Glace Bay - It is with great sadness that we, the family announce the sudden passing of Gerald Bailey which occurred March 2, For many years Gerald struggled with mental illness and in recent years suffered a stroke but always managed to face each day with hope and optimism.
He was committed to playing the guitar through his life which fostered his love and appreciation for music and brought him soothing comfort. He showed great concern for his family and those around him, all of whom recognized his genuine sincerity. A heartfelt thank you goes out to Wendy Markey his caretaker, for the dedication and excellent care she has shown Gerald in recent years. In keeping with Gerald's wishes there will be no visitation, his body has been cremated and a prayer service will be held at Curry's Funeral Home, Main St.
As an expression of sympathy for Gerald, donations can be made to the Heart and Stroke Foundation or the Schizophrenia Association. Born in Glace Bay. Harold Thomas Bailey Sr. He was employed by CN Marine as a stevedore until his retirement in Harold is predeceased by both his parents, two children, Jacquline and Michael, one brother, Stanley Tuller and one sister, Adeline. Visitation will be held Sunday March 14 from and p. Funeral service will be held Monday, March 15, , at 2 p. Donations can be made to Trinity Anglican Church Roofing fund or charity of your choice.
Born in Sydney Mines. November 14th, Passed in: North Sydney Passed on: December 19th, It is with saddened heavy hearts that we announce the passing of a beloved husband, father, grandfather, great-grandfather and great-great-grandfather, James Guy Bailey, on Thursday, Dec. Born in Sydney Mines on Nov. He was the last surviving member of a family of seventeen.
He also signed up for Japan before the war ended. After coming home from overseas, he was a Staff Sergeant Instructor of the R. He also sailed on the Great Lakes, and drove Vets Taxi for many years. He owned and operated two small grocery stores in Sydney Mines. He worked at the Nova Scotia Liquor Commission for 19 years, until his retirement.
Over the years, he enjoyed horse races, fishing, and many drives in the truck with his son, Kevin. He had a great talent for playing the accordion and the harmonica. We had him for so long, and he will be missed by all those who loved him. He was energetic up to his death. He is survived by his loving, wonderful wife of 68 years, Jessie Childs Bailey. Also left to mourn are his five children, Elizabeth Swan, Elaine Boutilier Joseph , Lawrence Bailey Yvonne , Kevin Bailey, and Debbie Pyke Gary , 18 grandchildren; 24 great-grandchildren and one great-great-grandson; son-in-law, Austin Kendall; many nieces and nephews and many wonderful brothers and sisters-in-law, originating from Newfoundland.
A special thank you Dr. Michel McKeough and Louise for their long time excellent care. Visitation for the late James Guy Bailey will be held in the J. Jobes Funeral Home, Main St. The funeral service will take place on Saturday at 11 a. A reception will take place in Grandy Hall, after the service. Words of comfort may be forwarded to the family at www. A greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for a friend.
Sydney Mines on Nov. James Charles 'Jim' Bailey. Jim was a member of St. He was a retired employee with the town of New Waterford. Jim was an avid motorcyclist, he loved going on walks through the woods and especially loved animals, his three cats, Mitzy, Harley and Saucy Cat. He will be remembered as a man who had a great sense of humour and a strong love for his family, wife, children and grandchildren.
Jim was predeceased by his father, Colin. Visitation will take place Tuesday evening from p. Funeral mass, officiated by Fr.