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BOWNESS SCHOOL By Dorothy (Wallace) ShortThe principal, Graham Semmens, taught grades V to VIII, and Evelyn Roberts was in charge of grade I to IV. Mr. Semmens was an excellent teacher, with a good understanding of how to teach several grades. He expertly shared his time for teaching each grade, stopping now and then to give instructions such as "Grade VII, get out your arithmetic books and start Chapter 5". Also, he did his best to get his pupils involved in many activities. With the first snowfall he encouraged us all to go out for recess, and taught us a new way to play "Fox and Geese", laying out a course that went |
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round in concentric circles, like the elements on an electric stove. He
was so good at organizing this game that whenever we had fresh snow we
entreated him to come outside and join us, when he no doubt had many
things he wanted to do instead during the recess break. When spring came
he encouraged us to collect wildflowers and bring them to school for
identification. He kept a running list in the corner of one of the
blackboards. But perhaps what he did best was tell us stories on Friday
afternoons. One year he recounted orally the entire book of "Les
Miserables" by Victor Hugo. This was so popular that during this time you
could hear a pin drop in the room as, week by week, we followed the
exploits of Jean Valjean. Looking back, I have many fond memories of those years. Learning in a largely "rural" school, with multi-grade classrooms teaches students how to work on their own, to be self-starters, and to be resourceful in the interests of all the students. Many of us made friendships that have lasted to this day. We all have memories of an era that is gone. |
KATHLEEN EMILY DAWSON LUST |
THE BOWNESS STREET CAR by Valentine Urie (nee Wallace)The Bowness Street Car weaved its way through the fabric of our neighbourhood. No individual was unaffected by it, nor any family not tied to its hourly wheels. In contrast to today when our outlet to the world at large is through the medium of television, the internet, and the automobile, those pre-TV days of few radios and automobiles belonging only to the wealthy, our community was inexorably linked to the outside world by our local street car. After |
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through the centre of Calgary, it wound its way through the outskirts
before rattling out over the virgin prairie beyond. For the first three
miles after it left the city, there was barely a house. The tracks ran for
a distance along the banks of the Bow River leaving the passengers in
terror that one of the wobbles would surely tip them into the swift
current below. The same tracks had been mapped out fifty years earlier to
facilitate a leisurely roll to Bowness Park, eight miles west of the city
centre. The engineers had never envisioned conductors making up time for
the numerous stops to deliver newspapers or groceries to out of the way
customers, or deal with baby buggies that had to be wiggled and cajoled
onto the car by the joint efforts of the conductor and the mother. The
Railway had a shot-gun beginning. An early developer named Hextall had
mapped out a sub-division on tracts of land spreading on either side of
the Bow River eight miles west of Calgary. After building an estate house
for himself and four other houses for the incoming residents, he donated
one hundred acres of prime land along the Bow River to the city of Calgary
for their use as a park. There was a condition. The Calgary Railway system
must build a branch line to the gates of the proposed park. The city was
enthralled. They co-operated in every way possible. The rails were laid
and the park developed. It was to become a huge source of revenue for the
city, especially during the depression years when few people could afford
a holiday away from home. During the summers the hourly street cars were
increased to two every fifteen minutes to accommodate the ever increasing
crowds. "Seeing you home" after a date meant an hour's trip on the street
car for one's escort, a few minutes alone while the street car went around
the loop and then for the escort an hour's lonely ride back to the city.
Many a budding romance died a natural death after several Saturday night
sojourns. The Society would like to thank the University of Calgary for the image of the streetcar. |
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