B2 CASTLEGAR NEWS, September fa 980

. Yorga
Sioht JANAGER

“Every one of us. at Oyerwaitea
wishes to pay ‘tribute. to :

all men and women:sixty-five
years of age and over, F Gr
without their-courage, energy

and sacrifice xpended:to build
this province .into;What we
enjoy today, none of'us would -
have it so good i :

Overwai ea,’ too, ‘was llowed to
grow and: flourish ‘di ly -

due to their efforts.;And. as a ©
result is. able to offer the
beautiful new facility Overwaitea
is about to open next week -
here in Nelson.

_..We would like to take this

- opportunity to honour our .
province's pioneers at Preview
Shopping Night.

The night is exclusive to all
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over. The hours are from

. 5 p.m. to 8 p.m. the evening
before we open to the public.
You'll have the opportunity to see
and shop without being hurried.

All specials are in effect. You
have first choice throughout
Overwaitea’s newest. We do
sincerely hope you'll be able
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Sincerely yours,

You are cordially invited

to the 65 years:and over.

Preview Shopping Night
Tuesday, September: 9
from 5 pm.to 8 pm:at
your new: Overwaitea

Riel Rebellion, Killough

By JOHN A. CHARTERS
In_ his

—a ‘eallway? whose ‘steel

“The Story of Su Davide
A arish, C:

rails’ rep that fe
iliar pioneer spirit, | tenac! ty
and well d d sense of

of 1975, Rector Robert R.
Griffiths saya:"

"In today’s North Amer-
ican society, we are witnes-
sing the trauma of a society
without roots... we should
begin by making them
(youth) realize that each one
of them has a personal his-
tory which stretches back to
the very dawn of time. This is
what gives us roots; this is

.what gives us identity, and in

giving us an identity, makes
us human.”

We have already written
of several local pioneers who
‘not only are representative
of facets of this and many
other communities but who
by their efforts and life style
have enriched its fabric, ex-
tended its roots and provided
us with a common humanity.
Tn our last column we'wrote

family; a railroad whose ‘ties’
and ‘roadbed’ are hand-h

to the United States and
Canada,

The Killoughs were
among ‘those, who left’ for
Canada, Their experience

incident on a base of adver-
sity overcome, and the
‘towns’ along the route signi-
ficant events in the. lives of
two families and a nation.

The Canadian : chapter
for both Joe's and Tannis'
families begins in the earlier
half of the 1800's, while their
roots are firmly embedded in

ithe British Istes, Sinte both

families have contributed
considerably )

oneering history,

deal, briefly, with ‘both;*
since Joe's is more close!
involved in Castlegar’s. pio-
neering history we will be;
with him.

John Killough and his wife
Annie ‘Mongomery (Joe's
of the town of

of one inci-
dent in the life of one such
person, Joe Killough. In the
next two columns we would
like to examine that life on a
broader canvas.

When I sat down for an
hour's chat (which, as usual
stretched into quite a few)
with Joe and Tannis, I felt, if
you will permit the analogy,
as ifI were on a railway train
whose twin tracks crossed
150 years of Canadian history

Rasharkin; County Antrim in
Northern Ireland, in the

black year of 1846. This was
the year of the Irish Potato
Famine, a dark page in Brit-
ish history.. when-a blight
destroyed the’ staple potato
crop. Over 200, 000 Irish pea-
sants died * * of ' starvation,

their homes and lands;-and
over one million; Irish -of ‘all
classes emigrated. — mainly

was the he of many *
such —a rough and
protracted voyage’ on a col. -

to seek his fortune in what
was later to be the province
of Saskatchewan — begin-
ning with the rough life of a
horse wrangler, and as Joe
noted “plenty of sowbelly and
beans.”

He soon becams askillful

Joe's story begins with

horseman and while still a
BN very young man “the kid,”
. later Captain J.A: Killough of
the North West Mounted
Police, stepped into the his-
tory books via the Riel
Rebellion of 1885.,
An ‘editorial-note in a
1985 edition of the! RCMP
magazine ‘Scarlet’ andj Gold’
‘reads in part: =}
‘We have ma
overcome the us
tance of members |!
Force — the Old G
in recounting thelj

‘Old Scout’ Captain * FA.

and the NWMP, the first use
of the gatling gun, and of his
admiration for Colonel Sam
Steele, later of Fort Steele
fame in B.C. History comes
alive.’

Toward the end of his
memoir Captain Killough
writes: “-as I had been short
of food for two days, I found
some hardtack on the (camp)
ground that had been soaked
with rain, I washed it off and
as I always had plenty of tea,
I made a fair meal. While I
was eating, a very old squaw
came up, leaning on a staff.

Killough, now of Castlegar,

Aree British Columbia. Captain
Capt. J.A. Killough. Killough carried mail and

onist ship, in which they soon
ran’ out of food and live
mainly on oatmeal until they
arrived eventually in Toronto
and settled in what is now
Yonge Street. Here their
eight children were born.
The youngest son, Jos-
eph Arthur Killough, later to
be Joe's father, left home in
‘his mid-teens, and went west

dispatches for the Battleford
Column during the Riel Re-
bellion in 1885 and received a
medal and a script for his
services.”

The memoir tells of long
and dangerous rides through
enemy: territory,” scalpings
(by both sides), hair-breadth

escapes, of clashes between

Chief Big Bear, braves and _
General ‘Middleton's ‘troops

Campaigning for his father.

For the sons and

of presidential candidates,

‘ fillal obligations include
hitting the campaign trail
whether you like it or not

By JIM WAVADA
“Calm self-confidence is

as far from ‘conceit as the,

desire to earn a decent living
is remote from

3. If-T'd_ spoted - Channing ....

Pollack's intrigtiing observa-
tion before meeting John
Anderson Jr., I'd have spar-
ed myself the feeling of
ambivalence that accompan-
ied my wife and I after we
had broken bread and shared
drink and small talk with the
independent presidential can-
didate’s only son.

At first encounter, John
Anderson Jr., Boston Col-
lege-education, prep school
product, cosmopolitan citizen
of the world by Spokane
standards, seemed nothing
short of a testy, conceited
brat. I was annoyed by his
tendency to look past me,
rather than at me. “Who does
this guy think he is,” I asked

myself, “just because he had.

the good fortune to be born

paign h
Fans! ae rather dramati
cally bored with it all, sitting

' ona cafeteria table, waiting

for his introduction from the
front of the group.
‘inally, his moment ar-

rives. He. slides to the |

podium, issues the standard
campaign pep talk in a less

than peppy. tone, then dashes ..

“for the'door. His demeanor is

transmitting clear signals to
me: “To hell with

Spo-’ gins.to crack, ever so slight- gone a'lot, but we didn't miss’

ly. My wife has made some anything; maybe he did,
clever joke about counting» sometimes.”

Reagan voters by numbering “Tve really had a very
the pickups with Easy Rider - interesting life up to now.
gun racks that are so com-. I've traveled all around the

mon on Spokane streets.

world, to China, Egypt, Eur-

Tannas Killough

> She cursed Big Bear and said
he had left her to die. I made
some tea for her and she
found a piece of very fat pork
which she ate greedily. She
told me where Big Bear in-
tended crossing the river.”

: This piece of information
helped lead to the capture of
the Indian leader and marked
the beginning of the end of
the rebellion.

The “Kid" then retired
some dozen or so years later
with the rank of captain and
took’ up a land grant near
Pense,‘Sask., on a tributary

‘JOHN CHARTER

CASTLEGAR NEWS, September 7, 1980

S!

Reflections &
Recollections

Here he and his wife, Lillian land speculator who had tim-
Eurona Clark of War Wick,- ber holdings in the vicinity of
England and a pioneer of | Violin Lake and a planer mill
Regina area, built a farm. It at ‘what is now the com-

was apparently, an unusual munity of Annable, Trail, -

farm, by 'the prairie stan- The partners acquired 800

dards of the time, for Joe acres of logged-over land ex- °

Killough, Senior, was a man tending from what is now the

of both great energy and
vision.

“My father,” recalls Joe,
“was a great believer in
wind-breaks so he planted
many trees — spruce, cot-
tonwood and poplars to help |
moderate the climate. They
are still there, a small forest
now.” He also believed, con-
trary to popular opinion, that
it-was possible to grow small
fruits on the prairie and did «
so and won many awards for
his work: at widely. spread
exhibits and ‘a particularly
large one at a large ex-
hibition in Nelson in 1907.

+ He also built a nursery
for his plants, raised cattle,
Clydsedale horses, and hogs,
and kept them in the largest
barn in that part of the coun- *

built in Castlegar three years
earlier.” “The laud purchased
by Killough and-Annable was
contained in four large sur-
veyed lots and had to be
cleared and stumped using an
ox team and black powder
(there was a black powder
manufacturer at Taghum at
the time) before anything
could be done with it. About
200 acres were cleared,
stumped and put into or-
, chards or under cultivation
+ ++ about 100 acres in the
vicinity of the Killough resi-
dence, the balance being div-
ided between the area just
north of the ‘Milestone Road’
between the highway and
railroad and an area near
Kinnaird station adjatent to

. Trischuck’s (Dixie Lee)

try. To provide water for all Joseph (Jee) Killough
of these operations he built |

singed f
an earth-fill dam across the castidiha Plied’ and enclos-

tributary. The dam and lake ing all of:\Castlegar South,
so formed are gone now, but with’ th thtention of con-
the farm remains to this day. ‘ verfing: fruit-farming
The turn of the century lan ae

saw a rapid upturn in the. ‘“! ‘Quoting from a memorial
economic picture of the Koot-

enays. Mining and railroad- i

ing was booming, logging and Kayeithe:Tol ain Led
lumbering to meet their de- “A. frame house was
mands for ties, mine props - wih inthe en june south of
and building materials was the present highway over-
increasing rapidly, and there pass for the Killough family

was a concerted ‘hard sell’ in who pa and:‘tooki up-

orchard lands real estate.
This in turn led to a con-
siderable influx of people
from the United States,
Europe, other parts of Can-

residence on April 28rd,
1918. (The farm in Saskat-

ada and from Britain— some. monts at t Kinneied, Tiikuehs
of them with little practic ‘ at Merry*Creek ‘and Dibbles
experience. who lived for a short time

‘Apparenily Captain Kil- just south of the railway
lough caught the fever and, crossing. The Killough and
in about 1910 entered into a Dibbles children walked the
partnership with Maxwell two miles to the little one

store.”

“These improvements,”
the memorial continues,
“plus a ‘water system from .
Merry Creek represented a
large investment. The trees
were young, not producing

commercially, there were no
“facilities or marketing boards
for handling fruit at the time,
labor was very hard to get
due to the (Firat World) War
and wages were very high.
With all the cards against it,
the project was doomed to
failure.”

One is reminded of an
oceasion at which Napoleon
was being enthusiastically
briefed on the qualfications of
one of his officers for prom-
otion from general to field
marshall — he was a brilliant
soldier; brave, diligent ima-
ginative, a master of dip-

, lomacy ete. “Yes,” replied

Napoleon, “but is he lucky?”
* Quite possibly Captain’ -

Killough also had many of
these attributes, but he was
not lucky and the farm went
into bankrupcy. Next week
we get back to Joe whom we
feel also has many of the
same qualities but has made
his own luck as well.

“At least he knows how ope three times. I was a Sen-
to laugh,” I concede. “Maybe ate page. I worked in the
there's hope after all.” Then. White House two summers. I
the ice breaks completely. : think of myself.as being very
Tapart. John Jr: saya he'd like | lacky," Joi aays* “but still a
to have a drink, would we’ common person.”
take him here closé to But John’ admits to-an

interviews,,_ colorful anec-
dotes about the campaign
trail, all that tedious query-
response routine.”

He slips past me out the
door, consenting grudgingly
to a “quick-and-dirty” in the
hotel lobby, if Pll only give
him a lift to the Sheraton.

By this time, I'm begin-
ning to sour on the whole
idea of “wasting my valuable
time” on someone who seems
to hold my ilk in such con-
tempt. “But I have a job to
do,” I tell myself; “maybe I
can keep his attention long
ehough to put together .a
short filler story.”

; . So John Jr, his cam-

to

. successful parents? I mean

after all, he's here begging .

for votes, isn’t he?”
He is opening a cam-

paign my wife
and I pile into my Honda
Accord and head with dis-
patch for the Sheraton. En-
route, however, the ice be-

JOHN ANDERSON JR.

the hotel. It's been a very uncommon quantity of self-
long day, he confides, and ‘confidence and ambition. “I
he’s in ‘desperate need of a was an ambitious child. When

er. they (my parents) traveled,
Without making apolo- I'd make them turn in their

of the Qu’Appelle River.

gies (they weren't important two first-class tickets for,”

by then), John Jr. explains three coach tickets, so I could
over dinner that he’s beenon go along.
the go since 5 a.m. and under “My parents were so
bright TV lights most of that busy, I Nd really manipu-
time. When told he hadare- late them, I. guess. My
porter ordeal to face with his mother would never admit it,
dinner, he'd been less than but I think she: kind of
enthusiastic. But since he'd thought to spoil me because I
sized us up in the car as was the only boy. I should go
“bright, entertaining young to the best schools. I should
people,” he'd relaxed, realiz- have the best exposure.
ing he wasn't up for the ‘Because, after all, the girls
standard. press interview would marry wealthy people.
grilling. But. even if he (John Jr.)
Halfway through dinner, marries someone wealthy, he
Tm beginning to believe his has to have a job.’ ”
story about being hungry and “I hate economics,” he
tired. He's brightening up, says. “I thought, ‘My father's
his inflection is more ani- never worried about money
mated. He’s stopped sizing and he’s always come out
me up. I decide fair is fair, so okay,’ But then I thought,
I stop asking insane cam- ‘John, you've graduated from
paign questions and we talk college. You don't have a
about John Anderson Jr. and trust fund. You've got to
the elevated Beaver Cleaver think about money.’

existence of Embassy Row,
where he grew up. i

_ “[never got into drugs,”
John says matter-of-factly.
“It was because of my school.
There was always a group of
three or four people who
would’smoke pot, but they
wouldn't get invited back the
next year. And I wanted to
be invited back.”

School, in this case, is St.
Alban’s, an exclusive Epis-
copalian academy just two
blocks from his parents’
$400,000 home (they bought
it 20 years ago for $75,000) on
Embassy Row.

_“I'm giving it all my en-
ergies. I'm going to make as
much as I can, legally of
course. Maybe I'll even have
fun doing it.”

John says he wants to
make money, not necessarily
toamass great wealth, but to
assure comfortable indepen-
dence.

With a grin, he adds: “I'd
like to be a journalist; but I
have to concentrate on mak-
ing money. When I've made a
lot of money, I'll probably
write. 'm a good writer...
maybe a book or two.”

After a few more brews,

Extension cord is
_ symbol of society

Everyone said that once the energy crunch hit, we'd
get back to the basics.

It was to be a time of sharing, getting close to one
another, rekindling the values set by our forefathers In
the tradition of ‘‘Little House on the Prairie."

in my mind | visualized visitors dropping by to
spend the afternoon watching our dog chasing its tail .
the family standing around the piano singing, “Climb
Every Mountain". . . the peace as ! sat in the glow of the

a of Waiter Cronkite

on a tea towel.

Well, | am here to tell you that you cannot make a
Little House on the Prairle out of Knots Landing. We
have come ‘too far. We have hat

Annable, a lumberman and room school which had been

Erma '
Bombeck

want to be surrounded by my children and look good
without makeup.

As | told the family, ‘‘We should do something for
our country to cut down on our outrageous consumption
of energy just for a day.’”

‘The kids responded hotly, “How soon you forget!
We've done a lot to conserve energy. We've cut back our
trips to the dentists to once every two years, we only play
our stereos out of peak times like early in the morning.
We stopped flushing. We never bathe the dug any more
or waste water on the lawn. We always ask you If we can
get you anything while we're out in the car, and you must
have noticed we're wearing our Jeans longer just to save

did not come with the traditional umbilical cord, but were
born with extension cords that had to be plugged into any
number of support systems.

To name a few of them: bottle warmers, vaporizers,
blankets, sterillzers, night lights," TVs, stereos, halr-
dryers, transistors, curling ‘irons, shavers, sewing
machines, toothbrushes, electronic games, typewriters,
blenders, computers and electric garage doors.

Every time we have a three-day weekend, | get an

attack of Olivia Walton. | want to havea picnic with’

fresh-baked bread and homemade ice cream. | want to
play softball and cook hamburgers over an open fire. |

Not a showpiece
but it’s all mine

y. What do you want from us?”’
- What | wanted | never got. In keeping with our
picnic, to show home movies
in the backyard. In the dark, someone tripped over the
electrical plug. tn an instant, the electric ice cream
freezer stopped, the electric fan quit, the electric
rotisserle came to a dead halt, the portable TV went
black and the electric guitar faded.
id “| hope all of you have learned a lesson from this,” 1
sald.
A voice came from the darkness. ‘You bet! This
country had better get on batteries . . . and fast!'’

Bill Smiley

. In that home are ser- the campaign coordinator
vants, of course, and now hints about wanting to put
Secret Servicemen. “My the campaigner to bed and
mother has told us, they're check out the slithering fem-
not servants, but they're not ininity of the Sheraton disco
staff either, so we should be lounge, so we adjourn.

courteous, but not talk to Tleft the candidate's son
them,” he smiles. “I think at the service entrance of the
after Susan Ford and Patty Sh I was it

NO ESSAY this weck. No
controlled, clear,. coherent,
concise evaluation of some
piece of trivia, as is my wont.

It’s quite difficult to keep’

one’s brains unscrambled in
a summer like this. One day

Hearst, she'd like to keep a disquieted by my attraction -

safe distance between them to his straight-forward per-
(the Secret Service agents) sonality, in conflict with his
and my sisters,” seemingly elitist aspirations.
John Jr., the second old- I also left with his necktie.
est child, grew up with a I'm sending it along
bevvy ofself-assured women. shortly, John. It'd be perfect
His outspoken mother Kiki with my wardrobe, but my
has four daughters, ranging employers may get the no-
in age from 26 to eight. tion they're paying me too
“We did everything to- much if I take to wearing
gether,” Johnsays with more imported silk ties.
than a hint of defensive
pride. “It’s true, dad was

you are gasping around like a
ly ght fish, trying to
extract enough oxygen from
the humidity to remain alive.
Next day you are pounded
on the head with hail — yes,
hail — or you go down to the
basemicnt and there's a foot
of water in it. First couple of
limes, | mopped it up. Now,
we just stay out of the base-
ment until the indoor
swintming-pool has dried up,
by evaporation,
Onee ag we have
discussed at) great length,

what to do about the
“patio.”

It has no known purpose
that we've ever been able to
discover.

And if you walk up the -
back path at night, with no
lights on, one of the pro-
truding rocks can give a hell
of a rip on the shin.

Scattered among the patio
rocks are bricks and half-
bricks, pulled from the wall
of the house by a vine that is
a_ herbivorous — Inercdible
Hulk. By day, it is a thing of
beauty, making the old house
look like something out of a
book of Georgian: prints of
stitcly homes.

Te must be at night that it
Juras into a monster, snateh-
ing bricks with its octopus.
Vike tentacles and stulting

them into its voracious maw,
except for those that dribble

~ out of the corner of its mouth

‘onto the patio.

And let’s not speak of
nights. Four mornings in a
row | went out for my post-
prandial coffee and morning
paper. Four mornings in a
row, | dashed back into the
house, white-fa
things lik Cc.

Get the fire brigade. The
Vandals are here,

Now my back fawn is not
exactly pristine and perfect, a
classic greensward. Let’s say
you couldn't bowl on it,
unless you were using square
bowling balls. It has its little
ups and downs, like the rest
ofus init
poter Bar it’s mine,
an T

Finally, I knew. tt was a
kid I'd failed last June, get-
ting back at me in some
twisted fashion.

Finally, as | should have
done in the first place, 1
brought my neighbor, a man
on eminent good sense and
wide knowledge, over to view
the vandalism.

He looked at me pityingly,
as he so often docs.

1 wanted to give him an
argument but fcouldn't find
a thing to say.

y yy the water is
turned off and the skunks are
wwe some other

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