Peterborough Teachers College - PTC Yearbook (Peterborough, Ontario Canada)

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How Bear Creek Got Its Name CBased upon a letter written in 1825, to relatives in Ireland, by Mrs. Alexander Stewart, great-grandmother of Mrs. Allen Brown, with whom the author of this account resided while attending Normal School.J N THAT YEAR Mrs. Stewart's father had a French family in his employ. One night this hired man's wife was awakened by the squealing of their one pig. Throwing a shawl about her head and carrying a lighted candle, she dashed through the darkness toward the pig-sty where she beheld a bear attacking the pig. Unable to drive him off, terrified, she kept the fence between the bear and herself. Reaching out with the candle, she was able to singe the bear's whiskers, but failed to distract him until the pig was killed. lncidentally, neither her husband nor ner sons heard the commotion. The next day she told the story to a neighbour, Mr. Sidney Bellingham. who took his gun and set off in pursuit of the bear. He saw it at a distance, tired a shot, wounded the animal, only to have it escape. Later, a wounded bear was found dead in the little creek which has since been known as Bear's Creek. On September 17, 1947, N ormalites, dressed suitably for a hike, poured out of the school to go to Bear's Creek. Rain started to fall. They didn't go. The following Monday was too cold. So was Tuesday. Wednesday saw them make another attempt. Again rain threatened. The hike was post- poned. Thursday - ah, the weatherman was favourable. Out of the city wended a merry group. Across fields, along an old railroad track they hiked, identifying trees, weeds, landmarks and earth formations. Finally, they found this babbling brook beside which a camp- fire burned briskly. Soon piping hot coffee and biscuits were passed around while serious students fthey had been at Normal School only two weeksl debated whether the hike was an object lesson in Natural Science or Social Studies. , No decision had been reached by evening when they again returned to Peterborough. This group knew only that a hike can be a learning activity - effective and enjoyable. -MARGARET GARRISON. MY LOVE The world to me seemed bleak and bare Like winter come to stay. When flowers hid and birds were gone My soul was numb and gray. The beauty of the earth had fled- My love had gone away. And then one day the whole world bloomed. The birds sang joyfully. Each flower raised its happy face The carefree world to see. The world was warm and bright that day- My love came back to me. -VERNA MAY BURNETT. I i Page Twenty-three

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and best of all our At Home. What fun we had preparing for that great occasion-now that it is past. But as we look over our year, we can think of more than just the fun we have had. We remember with a warm feeling of accomplishment the work we have done, our many projects, our Science notes, our directed observation reports and most important the lessons we have taught. We can even smile a little now as we think of our first lesson-the hours we spent trying to make that lesson a success, and then the terrible panicky feeling when we stood before the class and couldn't recall a word. Nor can we leave the school Without paying tribute to each Master and Instructor, for the patience which each one showed with our problems and errors. Now, as we stand looking with anticipation and a little fear into the future, we realize how very valuable has been the help of all our teachers, school and practice. They have tried to show us what we should do-let us set our sights on their objectives and carry on the task. For as We think so will we do. Guard well the portals of the mind, Let no discouragement creep through, No doubt a lodgement find. More than's been done can still be doneg Think this, and, thinking, then believe, CSO may the greatest goal be wonj Go on! Think right! Work hard! Achieve! We need have no fear for the future if, when we leave this building to enter into the broader fields of our profession, we go with the determination that we are the masters of our destiny. One ship drives east and another drives west While the selfsame breezes blowg 'Tis the set of the sails and not the gales That bids them where to go. Like the winds of the seas are the ways of the fates As we voyage along through lifeg 'Tis the set of the soul that decides the goal And not the storms nor the strife. -MADELEINE DAVIDSON. THE EASTER LILY Oh, Easter lily, tall and fair, A beauty to behold - Your petals of the purest white, Your heart of shining gold. You stand so tall and stately there Amid the leaves of greeng You have an air of purity And peacefulness serene. Pale petals softly op'ning now Do tell a wondrous thing, The glorious Easter story Of Christ, our Risen King. ANNE REID. Page Twenty-two

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