The Horton name was always here!

It took the Emo fair to make me remember why the name of our newest restaurant, Tim Hortons, seemed to belong here. I had forgotten I ever knew any Hortons, but I was wrong again.
This Tim Horton was probably only a boy learning to play hockey when I was impressed by our old Horton whose first name I don’t think was Tim (again, I could be mistaken).
Now I recall the Horton who was chief of the Manitou Rapids reserve near Barwick. The one who wore that great headdress of eagle feathers, and was welcomed at all major Emo and district functions as a figure of dignity and historical importance.
The same Horton helped the early settlers arrive by steamboat by putting his young men to pulling on a long rope to tow the big boats through the Manitou Rapids (these gave their name to Chief Horton’s reserve there).
Whenever the Emo grandstand filled with people for local events, Chief Horton would attend in all his tribal finery, bringing his congratulations to such as a birthday celebration for his old friend, Dr. Young.
Doc Young’s babies almost filled the grandstand, he had delivered so many of them. Many already middle-aged, they probably included some Manitou Rapids people, too, because both the doctor and chief came from an era when the local whites and natives depended much on each other.
I met Chief Horton when we both visited Emo on locally great occasions and, in talking to the native leader, gained appreciation for the pioneering. The chief was familiar with all the early hardships and also took some interest in farming as well as logging.
Meeting another Manitou native, the late Johnny Speaker, a Fort Frances carpenter and friend of my father, I learned that Manitou Rapids once boasted skilled farmers and horsemen. Speaker’s own family, for years, kept cows and chickens. They also put up hay and grain, too.
This would be encouraged right along by Chief Horton because of his long-standing friendship with the white settlers. But agriculture seems to have died out when he went, and Johnny thought it was a shame.
There’s much more to be said to Chief Horton’s credit even if I haven’t retained his first name.
But there also, I can’t recall whether the Tim Horton whose new restaurant opens here next month had any knowledge of our old chief, or was perhaps partially native in the bargain.
Probably Tim Horton had no Ojibway blood, being an easterner, but possibly of Cree, Huron, or Iroquois? But Chief Horton would enjoy hockey because every reserve in this area always had an outdoor rink in winters.
So just maybe the chief and the Toronto hockey star had this much in common. I’d like to think so, with winter sports always so big among all Canadians.
Could someone please research this connection for me?
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When the Carriers went to Sudbury this month for a family reunion that included 250 people, Gordon and Albert were not surprised to find themselves on a prison farm.
They were sons of the late Bert Carrier, who was head guard at our district jail here years ago. Albert explains that prison operations always caught Carrier interest.
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James Andrews of Devlin, who authored “Mountain Pilots” concerning uranium prospecting around his former home in Colorado, is now writing poetry and will have a poem published in the October issue of Aeronautics magazine.
Jim says thousands of pilots subscribe to it and promises to get me a copy.
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That blackout of eastern U.S. and Canadian cities last Thursday, the biggest in history in North America, was plenty scary, with thousands sleeping outdoors on sidewalks. Fortunately, the temperature was roughly the same as here (about 90 degrees F).
I was impressed with some New York City figures during this crisis. There were 9,800 policemen guarding against nighttime lawlessness, which was reported scarce, whereas 2,000 cops is the normal number for that huge city.
The crisis was termed a “wake-up call” for the power people to prevent any such crisis occurring again. It last happened in 1965, but the chaos of that year was not repeated in any way this time around as everyone carried on quietly.
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After the alarming news reached our coffee group one morning that north-end gardens were being invaded by a giant groundhog or woodchuck the size of a full-grown beaver (estimated weight of at least 30 pounds), I happened to meet Mike Pearson, of Friends of Animals here.
Does he take any interest in more than dogs and cats, I inquired, and how about overgrown groundhogs?
Mike was agreeable to extending care to the wild ones also, but he didn’t offer to go catch that beast for our gardener friend, Nick Andrusco.
Next, of course, if Mike is successful with Nick’s pet, he might be persuaded to collar that giant beaver that has kept everybody worried out around Rainy River, according to some Times stories we get.
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For those unable to find the new cure for that serious eye trouble called macular degeneration in their regular drug stores, I’m sure the Northern Nutrition health food store across from the Times office on First Street East will be selling it.
That is the company sponsoring U.S. newsman Paul Harvey on a Borderland radio station, who first announced the cure came from a vitamin mixture. Now Paul adds that the same concoction can shrink cataracts.
Both ailments are well known here.

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