They say the Ghost Lady is still there!

Every time I am introduced to someone freshly-arrived from Hamilton, Ont., I have to inquire about the “Ghost Lady of Mount Hope.”
Is she still standing in the darkness at the highway corner below our old Air Force camp, still trying to hitch-hike a ride? Talk about the lonely and supernatural!
I policeman I met here the other day had heard about the ghost lady all right, evidently the same one we were all warned about long ago—and her legend keeps on growing!
Incidents I was told in the past 60 years are all too far out for belief, but still they persist.
The “ghost lady” seems to have died in an accident where she still stands today, waving at passers-by. Ten years after the accident, the dress she was known to be wearing reportedly was mailed to her mother.
The story takes strange turns, such as once when she got a ride to attend a party in Hamilton—but was not to be found after the party.
A story about her was believed printed in Maclean’s magazine years ago.
The legend hints at danger for anyone offering her a ride, so beware!
I am amazed the story has stayed alive for so many years. I went down Mount Hope by car once but saw nothing there to be worried about.
But then, I was not driving that night, merely hitch-hiking myself, with no previous knowledge or any hint of trouble there. But who really knows . . . !
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Ray Dolph was one of my more dependable paper carriers in the east end when I handled the Winnipeg Tribune circulation here for 22 years. Later, he told me about his very large cash win and his plans for it, including a new home for his parents.
About a week ago, while my truck was stuck, Ray stopped to help me and this recalled his old win.
The item popped into this column and then his relatives started protesting! Evidently, Ray’s plans for that money had not materialized and among them, no new home for his parents was built, as he had expected.
Incidentally, while the popular Tribune disappeared more than 20 years ago, we have some great memories as well as friendships with carriers of that era, including Kelvin Christiansen, now hockey coach at a university in Alaska, another east-ender.
Also in that end of town, there was Sharon Ogden, who won a trip to Boys Town in Iowa. Our carriers went into many U.S. cities as prizes for gaining new subscribers, New York and Seattle included.
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It was good to find the Harbourage open again April 1. But with the great number of church, lodge, and club dinners and suppers to attend, you might wonder how our restaurants keep going.
But keep on bringing us those potlucks!
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The recurring breaks in our underground gas lines are sounding more and more ominous and there will have to be improvements made somehow! Last week the third leak caused the evacuation of some homes in the east end as well as Huffman School.
Some 450 homes were without service for most of the night as a result.
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The Iraq war news is sounding better for the Americans at last. But with the trouble they have had, let’s please not hear about them invading China next!
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While I am delighted to be of some service here, I keep on hoping that Alzheimer ailment does not get to me more seriously.
I forgot to mention last month that my birthday is shared by Tom Drew—and later forgot Tom’s name and had to ask his wife, Susan. But people are kind to those less fortunate!
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Country western, old-time music, and even some rock are the tunes offered every Thursday at 7 p.m. by Canadian musicians Marvin Hele, Vernon Silver, and Bob Wepruk (two electric accordians and an electric guitar) at the Union Hall over in International Falls.
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Remember these? “There’s a Bluebird On My Windowsill” and “How Much is That Doggie in the Window”? Both suggested for your collection by Albert Carrier.
Others this week: “On Top of Old Smokey” and “I Dream of Jeannie.”
Then there’s: “Mares eat oats, and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy, a kid will eat ivy, too, wouldn’t you?”
Or “Sing us another one, Just like the other one! Sing us another one do.”
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Emily Gustafson has promised to try and identify all the old papermill guards pictured in uniform in a double line years ago because her father, Harper Simmons, was involved there.
I have not yet shown her that picture, but will someday soon, I hope!
Harper was our first town bandmaster.
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Brian O’Connell has put in 47 years as a CNR clerk, according to Bob Ward, who should know! Brian came from Sioux Lookout to succeed Bob, who piled up 46 years himself in the same position.

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