Ghost Country

WP Prompters asked a good question today. They want to know: What countries do you want to visit?

Cape Crozier and Mount Terror
Charles Hamilton Smith, 1776–1859, Belgian undated

The Country I want to visit isn’t a Country in itself. Rather it is governed by 30 different Countries and that place is Antarctica.
To explain why I want to visit there- and there alone- you need to be a little familiar with it’s history so briefly ( I promise, briefly ) I’ll run through it.
For a period of time The Antarctic had a  temperate climate and it was covered with forests and plants. It was also connected to Africa and Australia at another point in time and the Seas in that area were tropical.
Then the continents separated and the Antarctic drifted to where it is now.
 Antarctica is the coldest, windiest, and driest of Earth’s continents, it is a polar desert and it is covered by by the continental ice sheet.  But it’s not a dead world, as we know.

        Penguins and Seals live there and so does a micro-animals called Tardigrades. Under the right conditions for a Tardigrade, they can even survive in Space, which goes to  show you how tough they are.

         So why do I want to go there?  Simple.

 I want to go there because of all the secrets that are buried ( or hiding? ) under that ice and guarded by the inhospitable environment  are the remains of an entire world and the people who traveled upon it or to it.

          I want to go to the Antarctic because it is a graveyard and I am positive it’s haunted.

A Country of Ghosts sounds like a heck of a cool place to visit, doesn’t it?

” The Endurance “

Under The Blue Sky

This morning there was a young man sitting across the aisle from me on the train and he kept repeating to himself” Under the blue sky. ”

He repeated that line over and over and when it felt like he was going to add something to that thought, he backed up against his seat and shook his head. He did this a few times and it was obvious he was becoming frustrated.

I looked over at him and he looked at me and when he turned his head I could see that his face was scarred and I know those scars were scars from burns.

He looked straight ahead and started to have a conversation with someone that only he could see, and in the tradition of these types of conversations they are disjointed and peppered with random images and phrases.

But as I listened I heard a story- just a small one hidden in all of those sounds and pictures that he was expressing to his invisible companion and that story inspired what I wrote today:

 

Wedding in the Country
Candido Portinari1940

 

Under the blue slue we lived the life we were promised

me and my dog Skylar

my family

and my Sister.

 

I love my family, I love my dog, I love the sky

I loved being under the blue sky

where everything promised was where it belonged.

 

Do you know what happened?

Under the blue sky was unlimited Death.

Death, Death, Death.

 

It rained on us all, under the blue sky.

It rained fire on me and Skylar and my family and my sister too.

Death. Death. Death.

 

I still love the blue sky even when the Sun

isn’t there and my family isn’t here and my dog isn’t there

together under the blue sky we were promised.

 

Burial
Candido Portinari1942

RDP Thursday: SCINTILLA

William

I’m a big fan of the Canadian tv show ” The Murdoch Mysteries ” The Murdoch mysteries take place in Ontario,  Canada in the late 19th and early 20th century and the TV show has a touch of the Steampunk vibe about it.

I have a story about a ( now )  cold case file from Ottawa that may have tickled William Murdoch’s curiosity:

The mystery begins in 1925 Ottawa Canada and it involves a gentleman named William McDowall who was found floating in  Rideau Canal.  It was reported he had been in the water for some time, he had been found with his papers and ID and there was no obvious signs for the cause of his death or how he ended up in the canal.

William had been in town for his Mother’s funeral and he had been her only son.

What made things even more complicated was that the authorities and William’s family were never able to find a single person, they could  never turn up a single rumor about what William did while he was Ottawa after his Mother’s funeral up to the day he died.

I know this for a fact because William  is my Great-Great Grandfather and his daughter was my Great Grandmother.

Williams death haunts me because my family are  a group of people who were gifted with amazing story telling abilities  and were as collective the most fearless people I have ever known. They would have not been shy about painting a less then flattering picture about anybody- including one of their own, and in  the end they  could not come up with an idea, a story  about how William ended up in the canal.

That to me is the greatest mystery  of all.

Where is Detective Murdoch when you need him?

BIRTH 14 SEPTEMBER 1868 • Inch, Dumfries and Galloway, Scotland DEATH 1 SEPTEMBER 1925 • Ottawa, Ottawa Municipality, Ontario, Canad

1925, Friday September 4, The Almonte Gazette front page

Body At Ottawa Of Almonte Man

Body Found In Rideau Canal Is Identified By Papers As W.R. McDowall
Mystery As To Cause of Accident, Inquest Held on Thursday Afternoon
But Particulars Not Yet Available.

Shortly after noon on Thursday a telegram reached Almonte stating that a body, which papers found on it identified as W.R. McDowall of Almonte, had been found floating in the Rideau Canal at Ottawa. The telegram was sent to Chief of Police Watchorn, who received it at the noon hour. The communications stated that papers in the clothes contained building plans and bore the name of W.R. McDowall. Other descriptions concurred with characteristics of Mr. McDowall.

Particulars Unknown

It is not yet known how the accident happened. As the body was found floating, it must have been in the water some time, probably since Wednesday. An inquest was held on Thursday afternoon, the results of which had not reached Almonte at the time of going to press. A soon as possible after the news arrived, Mr McDowall’s father, Mr W.J. McDowall, his son-in-law Mr Black, and Mr. W.E. Scott left for Ottawa by motor to attend the inquest and ascertain further particulars.

Recently Mr McDowall had been working near Ashton. He came to Almonte on Friday to be here for his mother’s funeral on Saturday. He left Almonte during the weekend, supposedly to return to his work. Evidently he went right on to Ottawa, as it stated that he had not been in Ashton since the funeral. What occurred while he was in Ottawa is not known.

Very Sad Case.

The case is particularly sad as this is the second break in the McDowall family within a week, Mrs W.J. McDowall, died on Thursday August 27. Mr W.R. McDowall was an only son. Besides his father and one sister, he leaves his wife and seven children. Three daughters are married and three live at home in Almonte. The son is the youngest of the family, a boy of about ten years.

 

Below is the obituary for William’s Father- he outlived his son by 14 years and had a very interesting life:

BIRTH ABT 1848 • Stranraer, Dumfries and Galloway, Scotland DEATH 19 MARCH 1939 • Almonte, Lanark County, Ontario, Canada.

 

1939, Thursday March 23, The Almonte Gazette front page
W.J. McDowall Former Mayor Is Called By Death

Well known Former Businessman Was Prominent Orangeman — Died on Sunday

There was a large attendance at the funeral of William John McDowall, a former mayor of Almonte, on Tuesday afternoon, from the family home, Union Street, to the Auld Kirk Cemetery vault. Mr McDowall passed away on Sunday, in his 91st year, after being in ill-health for upwards of a year. Although suffering from failing eyesight and other complications associated with old age, he was able to be about until this past winter.

Previous to his retirement in 1920 he had conducted a successful flour and feed store for many years on Bridge street. He served for some time as a councillor and was Mayor on two different occasions. As a tribute to his municipal service the town hall flag was set at half mast until after the funeral. In his younger days he was a stone contractor and worked for a time for the C.P.R. when the line was being built from Montreal to North Bay.

Rev William Aird of the Baptist church, who is a member of the Orange fraternity, officiated. The funeral was under the direction of Almonte Lodge 378 of the Loyal Orange Order. The pallbearers, all members of the local L.O.L., were L.W. Shipman, Edward James, Glenson Kirk, David Phillips, Wilbert Fulton and Mayor W.W. Watchorn. Numerous floral tributes were received.

Ardent Orangeman
Until failing eyesight in recent years forced him to give up reading, he kept in touch with affairs, both at home and abroad. From his early youth, Mr McDowall was an ardent follower of the Orange Order. He was master of the local Orange Order for a great many years.

Since the death of his wife in 1925, he had made his home with his daughter-in-law, Mrs William McDowall.

He was a member of the Baptist Church here. Born at Lochans, Stranraer, Scotland, deceased was the son of John McDowall and his wife, Susanna Shanks. He was married in Scotland to Mary Espie and the youthful couple came to Canada some 70 years ago.

Of a family of four only one daughter survives, Mrs Albert Hartrick of Winnipeg. There are also nine grandchildren, 13 great grandchildren and two great great grandchildren.

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Amuse-bouche

RDP Tuesday: FLESHMENT

Photographer Unknown

What would make the dead want to rise and walk the Earth again? What sweet morsel could you offer them to wake up and run again?

Would that delicious  amuse-bouche be the memory of their loved ones who moved on without them years before they died? The taste of fully loaded baked potatoes? Theatre Popcorn with extra butter?

Would you serve them, on a delicate porcelain plate, shaped like delicate lace cookies,  images of  time as it ground their bodies to dust starting on the day they were born ?

What would make a collection of bones, held together by suit or a dress and maybe a shroud or a blanket, want to push their way  out of their cool dark quiet and nightmare free coffin and back into the world?

I think if the dead could rise and walk the Earth again, they wouldn’t.