Category Archives: General

St. Andrew’s by the Sea, New Brunswick

My father was of New Brunswick stock. His ancestors were United Empire Loyalists who fled colonial America and settled in eastern Canada. His family became part of that North American historical network of mercantile traffic up and down the coast of the Atlantic Ocean which embraced even Dalhousie Law School where I later studied in Halifax, Nova Scotia and Harvard Law School in Cambridge, Massachusetts. The insignificance of international boundaries is especially apparent if one drives as we did from Ottawa, Ontario to St. Andrews by the Sea, New Brunswick.  Ottawa, Montreal, Sherbrooke, Bangor (Maine) and St. Andrews by the Sea are on roughly the same latitudinal parallel.  And to capture the true backwoods flavour of the nexus, St. Andrews by the Sea is almost contiguous to Moosehorn National Wildlife Refuge which is in Maine directly across a straight from St. Andrews by the Sea.  If, as so many people appear to do, one wishes to travel as the crow flies, the direct route between Ottawa and St. Andrews by the Sea is across the vast northern tree-covered tip of Maine instead of the longer route to Quebec City along the St. Lawrence River.

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Cape Cod

Cape Cod is and always has been for me about Provincetown. I have visited many other parts of the Cape including nearby Nantucket and Martha’s Vineyard but always felt drawn to Provincetown. As quirky as P-Town is with its “tea” dances at the Boat Slip, drag shows and general rowdiness, the recollection of it nonetheless evokes primarily the customary traditions of Cape Cod. The picture in my mind is of sand dunes, salty air, winding roads, lobster stew, ocean view, sky of blue (though perhaps not so much the “church bells chimin’ on a Sunday morn”).

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Drivin’ me Cadillac!

In the autumn of 1967 when I studied Philosophy at Gledon Hall in Toronto, I was introduced to Rosalee Matalon, the daughter of a well-to-do family in Kingston, Jamaica. I believe her family owned Appleton Estate Rum. She was a quiet but stunningly beautiful young lady, tall and sylphlike.  I had been asked to connect with her because she was a friend of Alexander Dougall, a former boarding school chum of mine from St. Andrew’s College in Aurora.

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15 minutes of fame for the country lawyer

In 1975 after having successfully completed the Bar Admission at Osgoode Hall in Toronto I practiced law at Macdonald, Affleck on Sparks Street in Ottawa. The following year I moved to Almonte where I practiced law for the duration of my career. I am extremely proud to have been a country lawyer and have never considered it a diminishing label (though my urban colleagues routinely taunted me by calling me a “rural conveyancer”). However looking back upon my entire law career I have to say that Macdonald, Affleck at least afforded me my “fifteen minutes of fame”:

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They

Yesterday I suffered the most disturbing suspicion. Suddenly my complacency reverberated from an unidentified tremor. My entire life in spite of a preferred posture of sometimes flattering proportions abruptly resembled that of a goaded sheep. I saw myself sterilized by commonality and being herded along a predetermined path, railroaded, responding not to enlightened inspiration but rather answering mechanically to superimposed governance which nonetheless revitalized me. The absence of singularity was however overwhelming. My ambition to distinction (though perhaps not dignity) was but a haughty pretence. I felt manipulated by mysterious energy. The culprit was “they”.

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Repercussions

Our downsizing has had noticeable reverberations which were to be expected. For the most part I think we’ve adjusted rather well.  While the exercise is by definition mostly of material proportions only there have nonetheless been certain philosophic alterations such as embracing what is unquestionably for some the stigma of renting property as opposed to owning it (though I hasten to add it is a deprivation we’re happily able to bear).

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Late Summer Dinner

The serendipitous events of this idyllic day combined to produce the most agreeable summer delight which we’re now about to crown with an appropriate late summer dinner – yellow corn on the cob from the local farmer’s roadside stand, baby potatoes and Atlantic salmon cut to order but hours ago by the fishmonger (he having withdrawn the entire carcass from the walk-in refrigerator and gutted and de-boned the piece before our eyes, its severed head displayed on the grey and white granite slab as testimony to its freshness).

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Noblesse oblige

In spite of a patent veneer of respectability the maxim “noblesse oblige” should be regarded with reservation. It is time to excoriate the idealized fluff surrounding it and to dismiss as bumpf its mystique. Like most airy terms, noblesse oblige is capable of double-dealing distortion for the accomplishment of private, hidden purpose. As such we may do well to investigate to see how it may have got there and so on.

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James Mackintosh Bell

The Millstone News“, the exceedingly popular e-newspaper of the Town of Mississippi Mills (combining as of 1998 the former Corporations of the Town of Almonte and the Townships of Ramsay and Pakenham) inaugurated June 4, 2011 by Val Sears (deceased) and the Almonte Press Club and now under the capable editorial direction of  Edith Cody-Rice and Brent Eades both of Almonte, is currently running an article about one of the brighter lights of Almonte; namely, James Mackintosh Bell.

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