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Home from the WarStories from St.Catharines Wartime Neighbourhoods
St. Paul St - VE Day, May 8, 1945
St. Paul St - VD Day, August 15, 1945
The War Years – Armed Forces
The Lincs and Winks getting ready to board the train.
Lincs and Winks, No 4. Platoon Bren Gun Carriers in August 1941
The War Years – Armed Forces
HMCS Merrittonia
HMCS St.Catharines
The War Years – Armed Forces
The War Years – Armed Forces
The War Years - Industry
McKinnon Industries – A Division of General Motors
The War Years - Industry
Thompson Products Grouts
Foster Wheeler
The War Years - Women
Hayes Dana Blood Drive
Grouts Factory
The War Years - Women
The Neighbourhoods
The Houses
The Houses
The Houses
The Houses
The Houses
The Houses
The Families
The Families
The Fricks – 44 Doncaster St.
The Fricks – 44 Doncaster St.
The Faulds – 21 Doncaster St.
The McArthurs – 3 Sandown St.
The McArthurs – 3 Sandown St.
The McArthurs – 3 Sandown St.
The Girl in Brighton
I met a girl in BrightonShe was pretty, blonde and tall
I told her of my cattle ranchBetween King Street and St. Paul.
I told her I was a cattle KingWhere the grass grew green and tall
And the city was built around my ranchBetween King Street and St. Paul.
I told her that the rolling hillsWas the prettiest scene of all
And we would gallop up and downBetween King Street and St. Paul.
I touched upon the beautyOf maple trees in fallOf my cattle at the water holeBetween King Street and St. Paul.
For miles around my grazing herdAwait my beck and callAnd she would be my cattle QueenBetween King Street and St. Paul.
I wonder what she’ll think of meWhen she comes out next fallTo look for me and my cattle ranchBetween King Street and St. Paul.
The McArthurs – 3 Sandown St.Rehabilitation 1946
I closed the door of the office,And I slowly turned around,I shook my head in wonder,
As I looked the factory up and down.
I went there looking for a job,And here’s what I was told,
“There’ll be an opening shortly,But, I’m sorry you’re too old.”
From one factory to another,The same thing I was told,
“We need a man for heavy work,But, I’m sorry you’re too old.”
One year ago I walked a mile through mud,For twenty miles or more,
And helped to keep the Germans,From breaking down your door.
We fought for every inch of ground,And time and time again,
We cleared a house or took a hill,With hardly any men.
And as we fought both day and night,Hungry, wet and cold,
No one came up to me and said,“I’m sorry you’re too old.”
Down Through the Years
Our lives were like a coin you tossWe have won, our friends have lostAnd now they sleep beneath a cross
Down through the years.
Side by side they fought their wayThat we may vote, our children play
And now they sleep until Judgment DayDown through the years.
Many friends we knew have gone beforeAnd now they’ve reached the distant shore
Their memory lives forever moreDown through the years.
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