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vol. 10, no.5, october 1981 - Memorial University of Newfoundland

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some oldtimers<br />

Story-telling with Johnny Stride<br />

cross the road from the<br />

A Stride household in<br />

Phillips Head, perilously close<br />

to the landwash, lies the old<br />

cemetery, a focal point for local<br />

history. The original settlers <strong>of</strong><br />

the area are buried there ­<br />

people such as Skipper George<br />

Stride and his wife, William<br />

March and his wife, and the<br />

notorious Frank Rimmer, who<br />

arrived in <strong>Newfoundland</strong> as a<br />

stowaway on a French ship,<br />

sometime in the 1870s.<br />

"Back in 19<strong>10</strong>there was 30feet<br />

<strong>of</strong> sad between the cemetery and<br />

the sea," claims Johnny Stride,<br />

Skipper George's grandson.<br />

"You could drive a horse and<br />

carriage along there full blast,<br />

no trouble. But the sea kept<br />

wearing away, wearing away,<br />

until ten years ago it started to<br />

expose Frank Rimmer's c<strong>of</strong>fin,<br />

and we had to rebuild the lower<br />

edge <strong>of</strong> the cemetery." John<br />

Stride, born 11 December 1908,<br />

spent many years driving horse<br />

teams in the woods for the International<br />

Pulp & Paper<br />

Company on <strong>Newfoundland</strong>'s<br />

west coast. He retains a keen<br />

love for good horses and good<br />

yarns.<br />

"Frank Rimmer was a rugged<br />

man," Johnny continues, "but<br />

he was only short - he'd have to<br />

get up on a brick to milk a<br />

rabbit. When he was young, he<br />

became famous for cutting the<br />

biggest log that was ever cut on<br />

Gander Lake. He lost part <strong>of</strong> his<br />

arm in a woods accident and just<br />

had a stump below the elbow . At<br />

night, he would hang a lantern<br />

on the stump and swagger along<br />

the path. His first wife was a<br />

Snow from Lewtsporte, and she<br />

bore him five sons and three<br />

daughters. After she died,<br />

Frank married my grandmother,"<br />

Another old-timer that John<br />

Stride likes to remember is<br />

Ephriam Rowsell, local furbuyer<br />

from about 1880 to 1920.<br />

DECKS AWASH-21<br />

Johnny Strid e strikes a foreman's po se near the artillary statio n at Phillips<br />

Head , where he was labour for eman lro m 1940,<strong>10</strong> '43,<br />

Eph Rowsell would travel to the<br />

various settlements in the Bay<br />

each February to buy furs, relay<br />

news, and get into long conversations.<br />

"One night in<br />

Charles' Brook," explains<br />

Johnny, "there was John Hutchings,<br />

Danny Decker, and<br />

Skipper George Perry all got<br />

together when Eph Rowsell<br />

arrived, and they talked about<br />

the Bible all night long. They<br />

were sitting around the wood<br />

stove smoking Home Rule<br />

tobacco. It was a Waterloo<br />

Number Three stove with a rim<br />

around it, and by four in the<br />

morning, they had the top <strong>of</strong> that<br />

stove filled right level with<br />

matches from lighting their clay<br />

pipes. After they had had a<br />

couple <strong>of</strong> hours sleep, Eph<br />

packed up his furs to head<br />

across the Bay to Uncle Bobby<br />

Porter's house . Just after he<br />

left, Danny Decker remembered<br />

some point he had forgot to<br />

bring up in the discussion<br />

the night before, so he put on his<br />

snowshoes and caught up to Eph<br />

Rowsell out the tickle just to<br />

have the last word. That's the<br />

kind <strong>of</strong> fellas they were in them<br />

days!<br />

"Once when I was going on the<br />

spring drive, about 1927or '28, I

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