Let’s Go To Victoria!

RDP Monday: JAUNT

Back in the 60’s all the way up to the 80’s my family used to take the Ferry up to Victoria BC and while she was still  making the trip, we made the trip on the  Princess Marguerite

Photo A.M. Moscoso

It was a great place to visit- there were fun museums and French Bakeries that made the greatest Petit Fours in the world. There were the Gardens and souvenier shops that even a kid could afford to shop at.

Back when I was little there was a Madame Tussaud’s Wax museum up in Victoria with a spectacular Chamber of Horrors that you would think my family had to drag me out of but  that wasn’t the case.

My entire family slow walked through that part of the exhibit every single time we visited it. I take that back. My Mom never went to the Wax Museum. She didn’t like the figures. Even the historical ones.  She thought that they were creepy.

So the museum had a lot of exhibits to look at, but honestly I never really took any interest in most of  them. I was all about the spooky stuff. I know big surprise, right? You have no idea how sad I was when in the late 90’s  the Royal London Wax Museum in Victoria closed down. The former manager took the wax figures home with him and stored them in his basement- those figures were worth around  $30,000. So there was no way they were going to be tossed out.  Well. Not the heads anyway:

10 years after the Royal Royal London Wax Museum closed in Victoria, more than 200 wax figures moved in with Ken Lane: Feb. 24, 2020 (CTV News)

As I mentioned the Wax Museum was a fantastic place to visit- but all I cared about was one part of it.

In the end though, the entire collection joined the Chamber of Horrors.

“At Halloween, we like to startle people,” said Lane ( the former Manager ). “We say, ‘We have a bunch of bodiless heads in our basement, do you want to see them?

The museum is no more but my favorite exhibit the one that I would spend my time with on my family’s jaunts to Victoria had a nice send off in the end- and they managed to take the entire museum with them.

Kind of fitting, if you think about it.

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

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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.

Cracked

31 Writing Prompts for May 2023: Cracked

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Rape scenes, mutilation scenes, torture scenes, humiliation scenes- the suspect staple of some horror movies. These are the must have elements for your standard horror flick.

May I say here, sometimes I am amused by cheap shots but most of the time I am not amused.

But hardcore ‘horror fans ‘ love this stuff.

When it comes right down to it, I’m not so sure that the people who enjoy these scenes are really scared by them, rather they enjoy them.

They enjoy them a lot.

So when I am at a theatre and I am sitting through your standard ‘horror’ film where the victim shows you her boobs before she dies, or someone gets skinned alive,  I’m not scared or creeped out by what I see on the screen.

However, I AM pretty grossed out and  get caught up in the moment with the rest of the audience  when I realize the person sitting next to me is enjoy what they are seeing.

Something about the way they rub their hands on their thighs or grab their faces and groan before they scream and laugh makes my skin crawl, it makes me not want to walk into a dark room ever again  without feeling along the wall ( with my eyes closed )  for the light switch and if I have the time to gather them-  a cross and a bucket of holy water too.

THAT to me is the true horror story.  I can’t take my eyes off of what I am seeing sitting right next to me and  it’s scene  that makes my skin crawl in horror every single time.

And I must say.

I like that- a lot.