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Author Rolf Staude, former resident of Creighton Mine, has written a memoir of his new life in Canada and in Creighton Mine, Ontario in the 1950′s and early 60′s. From the index, and from talking with Rolf, it should be a really interesting read for anyone with their roots in the rocks of Creighton Mine.

I was notified of the book launch via my membership in the Sudbury Arts Council. Below is a copy of the notice…

May 26 from 5 to 8 pm: Author Rolf Staude’s book titled ” It Started at Creighton Mine”. Book Launch and sale at Laurentian University Library. For more information contact the author by email staude@hotmail.com  or phone 1-705-527 5930.

I’m making the assumption that “library” means the J.N. Demarais library on the south-west end of the Arts building. For those attending, there is parking on the south side of the Arts Building.

Rolf has also forwarded me the link to a website his publisher is creating for the book. It is here at It Started at Creighton Mine

I am intending to be there. Say ‘hi’ if you see me.

Cheers

Garth

The twentieth anniversary of the Creighton Mine Reunion is this Sunday, Sept. 20th, 2009… interesting… 20th anniversary on the 20th…
Location is Anderson Farm Museum in Lively. 1:00PM dinner at Caruso Club after 4:00 PM
See you there… I will post pics ASAP next week.

It’s pretty late in the season for blueberries, but life has been such that I have been unable to get out for the last few weeks, so today I took advantage of NO RAIN and drove up to Creighton. Vale INCO has No trespassing signs all over the place… I’m not trespassing, I’m visiting old memories. Parked at the start of Snider street and made my way up there to Connaught, then NW on Alexander St., past Grey St., then south on George St. to Edward St., the place I really call “home” because that is where I spent my formative years. It was also the birthplace and home of my wife, Arlene Cretzman. She lived probably two hundred yards away, if that, but it took me a really long time to find her

Took a few pics with my iPhone of the handiwork my dad did in or about 1956. The concrete retaining wall and porch foundation he built are still there, but nature is having its way. So hard to believe there was even a house there…the lots and houses were so small, but the community’s heart was so big… and still is.[caption id="attachment_251" align="alignleft" width="400" caption="Poured concrete block that dad made for our new front porch entry"][/caption] Made my way through the bush north of Alexander St. and back down Connaught and then decide to take a little side trip down memory lane to the ball field, home of the Creighton Indians and playground to generations of children who made their own entertainment doing things that would, if we were to listen to all the play psychologists and others, should have killed everyone of us off before we reached puberty.
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Long story short… the blueberries are pretty much finished. Got enough for me and my girl to have a little bedtime snack, but I picked a lot of fond memories from the recesses of my mind, not of mansions or manicured grounds, but of real people.
Don’t forget… so far as I know, the annual Creighton reunion is still a go on the third Sunday of September as it has been every year since our first biggy in 1989… interesting note… it has NEVER rained on us on that date since 89.