Some doodles of tim from my post-marble hornets winter fanfic... i lurv him... gaAHHH

read the oneshot here :) :

he's such a cutie pathootie

i am not immune to propaganda

happy birthday to the whore!!!!!!!

i miss my wife

i keep imagining Tim going to Fairmount as a child And Dr. Corenthal instantly being like "Okay this is my new son now ig" I have a very vivid mental imagine of lil Tim quietly sitting in a little graveyard and gently tracing the names on the tombstones and then Dr. Corenthal comes up and Tim's like "They all died on the same day." And Dr. Corenthal looks at Fairmount!Vinnie, Fairmount!Jeff Fairmount!Stephanie and Fairmount!Evan's tombstones and lets out the saddest sigh and is like "Kid, you shouldn't be out here. It's not a good place." Have a little blurb i'll turn this into an AO3 fanfic when I get the chance (also i have no idea how old the MT4 were when they were adopted or what year they died so I just made them all 10-12 and put the date of death as the day of the 10-27-1981 letter) Edit: due to extentuating circumstances (actually fucking reading the wiki) I changed all of their ages to 16-18) Dr. Corenthal looked around. Where was the kid? He'd been quietly coloring in his room, and now he wasn't. He glanced out the window and saw the kid, the new patient- Tim, that was his name, Timothy Wright- sitting in the little graveyard behind Fairmount Children's Home. Dr. Corenthal hesitated. Tim shouldn't be out there. It was cold outside, and... and a burial ground was no place for a small child. He shrugged on his coat and stepped outside. Tim sat quietly in the midst of the four tombstones, solemnly tracing the lettering on them with his index finger. He seemed almost as if he were in a trance, not hearing or not caring about Dr. Corenthal coming up to him. The doctor sat down next to the small boy. "Kid, what are you doing out here? It's cold. You'll freeze." He said. Tim's eyes remained fixed on the tombstone in front of him. "I didn't know you had kids." He said. Dr. Corenthal looked at the tiny tombstone, the hand-carved lettering- he remembered carving those letters into the stone himself with shaky hands and a film of tears, a process which took him most of a week. The words, which read: HERE LIES VINCENT CORENTHAL BELOVED SON BORN JUNE 21ST 1963 DIED OCTOBER 27TH 1981 MAY HE REST WITH THE ANGELS "They all died on the same day." Tim stated. Dr. Corenthal flinched. "They did, indeed." He agreed, slightly wary. Tim pointed to each of the other tombstones in turn.

HERE LIES STEPHANIE CORENTHAL BELOVED DAUGHTER BORN DECEMBER 19TH 1964 DIED OCTOBER 27TH 1981 MAY HER SPIRIT FIND PEACE AT LAST

HERE LIES JEFFERY CORENTHAL BELOVED SON BORN AUGUST 18TH 1964 DIED OCTOBER 27TH 1981 MAY HE DREAM PEACEFULLY

HERE LIES EVAN CORENTHAL BELOVED SON BORN NOVEMBER 22ND 1965 DIED OCTOBER 27TH 1981 MAY HE FOREVER SLUMBER "Why?" Tim asked. "What?" Dr. Corenthal said. "Why did they die? How did they die? Was there some kind of accident?" Tim asked. He looked up at Dr. Corenthal, and the good doctor was struck by how innocent and sweet his eyes were. He had no idea how cruel and evil the world could be. To him, the Tall Man was nothing more than a scary monster, and there were always going to be good people who could save him from the monster. But no one could save Dr. Corenthal. And no one had saved his children. No one had saved Jeffery, poor Jeffery- Dr. Corenthal still remembered his wife's screaming, poor Maryann was inconsolable, she found Jeffery eviscerated, his guts thrown around the room like confetti, and there was blood- oh, so much blood. Poor, poor Stephanie- lying with her arms and legs bent at awkward angles, her skull cracked open like an egg, her eyes blank and lifeless, lightless, no more life, no more Steph. She'd had a nasty fall, trying to stop- to stop the- the boy- from getting upstairs, from getting to Vincent's room, tried to protect Vinnie, but she couldn't- oh God, poor Steph. No one saved her, either.

Vincent, oh god, poor Vinnie- he tried so hard to stop- to stop the boy- even though he knew there was no one he could save, he fought- he tried- he could have run, could have run, the door was right there- but no, no. He stayed. He fought. He died. Poor Vinnie, oh god, collapsing when Dr. Corenthal finally made it up the stairs and into the room, bleeding, Vinnie looking at him with a sad smile, "I love you, Dad." And then no more, no more Vinnie, no more serious eldest child who always tried to take care of the others, no more baking with Maryann after school, no more talented crayon drawings that had turned into the beautiful oil pastels on the refrigerator, no more Vincent, all gone. He didn't want do do it, didn't want to kill him, but he had to- had to protect Linnie, had to protect the only one left, had to save her- had to get the gun, ran down the stairs as he heard the boy, the creature IN the boy- "Papa. Papa, where are you going? Come back." And then the voice, demonic and unholy, "YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM ME, RABBIT." The humming, that fucking humming, the creature that was in the boy, was in- in Evan, that THING- HABIT. HABIT chased Dr. Corenthal down the stairs of that house, chased him into the room where Dr. Corenthal slammed the door in it's face, heard it pounding, shrieking in an unholy tongue, and he prayed, he prayed for God to save him, and he yanked open the drawer, ripped out the gun, and the door crumpled, the wood splintered, and he was standing in the doorway, he was wearing Evan's body, covered in blood with a knife in each hand, and Dr. Corenthal cried and screamed, his hand shook but he did it, he shot the demon, and then it was over and it's rage filled purple eyes became confused brown ones, and it wasn't HABIT but Evan, Evan asking why, why. And then it was all over. No more Evan. No one had saved his children. No one could save him. Dr. Corenthal suddenly jolted back to reality. "It was a terrible accident, yes." He said. "What happened? Was it a car accident or something?" Tim asked. Dr. Corenthal hesitated. "Timothy, listen. You're young. Small. You don't need to be hearing about what happened to my kids, not now. Okay?" He said. Tim looked at him with those innocent brown eyes, so much like the eyes that had once stared out of the face of his beloved eldest son. "Okay." Tim said quietly. They both stood up, and Dr. Corenthal wrapped an arm around Tim's shoulders. "Do you have any more kids?" Tim asked. Dr. Corenthal thought of Linnie. Thought of how she was getting along, twelve years after the "accident". She was in college now. She was okay now. As okay as she could be. He thought of how easy it was for those innocent brown eyes, so much like the eyes of his darling youngest son, to lie. To hide the dark truth behind them. "No, Tim. They were it. I have no children left." Dr. Corenthal lied. Tim nodded solemnly. Dr. Corenthal turned and led Tim back towards Fairmount Children's Home, glancing back at the graveyard. "Tim, let me give you some advice, okay?" Dr. Corenthal said. Tim looked up at him, and what the good doctor said would stick with him for the rest of his life, through everything, through Jay, through Alex, through Brian, through everything that happened in Rosswood and everything that would ever happen to him again. "There are... things. In this world. Things like the creature who you draw sometimes. And some of them are good, but some of them are very, very bad. Timothy, son, you listen to me. You meet these things? Do not trust them. Do not try to kill them. Better yet, duck your head and run the other way. You understand me, son?" Dr. Corenthal said. Tim was never good at running. He ran, he ran so fast and so far but he never ever made it, the things always caught up to him, until he stopped running. But when he was a child, he understood. "I understand." Tim said. Dr. Corenthal sighed. "Bless you, kiddo."

I have quite a few persona's in my fandoms, so here's me in different fandoms!

1:Hayden Lock (Coraline/Tim Burton)🪡🩵

2: Hayden Dust (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss)💙🩵

3: Original (Me if I answer questions or roleplay in a fandom I haven't made a persona for yet)🥀🖤

4: Hayden Emerald (Harry Potter)🪄💚

⚔️🗡️Coraline Royalty AU🗡️⚔️

Red Kingdom🖤❤️

Norman: Prince (Soon to be King if he married Coraline)🗡️💙

Courtney: Princess (Norman's older sister)👑🩷

White Kingdom🗡️

Coraline: Princess (Soon to be Queen) 👑💙

Other Mother: Coraline's step mom (Secretly a witch)🖤🍷

Charlie: Coraline's birth father and White King 💚🥀

Black Kingdom🗡️

Wybie: Black Knight🗡️🖤

Jack Skellington: Black King Sally's husband 🖤🗡️

Sally Skellington: Black Queen Jack's wife 🖤🗡️

Oogie Boogie: Leader of the Thieves 💎

Oogie Boogie Boys: Lock, Shock, and Barrel Oogie Boogie's thieves in the black kingdom💎

Zero: Royal pet of the Black Kingdom🤍🖤

Coraline is going to be crowned Queen once she marries Norman. Of course they both refuse because they don't like each other. Norman meets Wyborn once he arrives with the Black Kingdom royals as a body guard. Norman takes a liking to Wybie, and falls for him. This causes a lot of trouble for the three kingdoms, but it eventually comes to an end, and everyone calms down. Hi, I'm Hayden Whiteknight. And I'm the White Knight from the White Kingdom. 🤍🗡️💎

Skellington School AU- Nightmare Before Christmas Next Generation!

Y/N Skellington: Jack and Sally's child

Oogie Boogie Boys:

Lock: Middle child and leader🔥🖤

Shock: Oldest🪄💜

Barrel: Youngest 🍭💀

Jack Skellington: Father of Y/N and the head of Skellington School💀🖤

Sally: Mother of Y/N and secretary of Skellington School 🥀

Dr. Finkelstein: Science teacher💉

Mrs. Finkelstein: Wife of Dr. Finkelstein💉🥀

Marble Hornets Van Helsing AU

In this au, we have a group of vampires and wear wolves! None of the friends know that each of them is a different creature. But once Tim Wright starts acting strange one night... What will happen to these friends? Especially since Jessica is around now...?

Tim Wright/Masky: Vampire 🥀

Brian/Hoodie: Wear wolf 💀

Alex: Wear wolf 💀

Jay/Skully: Vampire 🖤

Jessica: Van Helsing🗡️

Yandere Tim Wright AU

Just an AU I just thought of. You're welcome! 🖤❤️

Yay!

Main characters for my AU

Toby Erin Roger (Ticci Toby)

Timothy "Tim" Wright (Masky)

Brian Thomas (Hoodie)

Heather Marshall (Rouge the Prowler)

Kate Milens (The Chaster)

Benjamin Lawman (BEN Drowned)

Jeffery Alan Woods (Jeff The Killer)

Jackson Nicolas (Eyeless Jack)

Nina Hopkin (Nina the killer)

Jane Arkensaw (Jane Everlasting)

Mary Arkensaw (Jane’s wife fr)

Natalie Ouellette (Clockwork)

Sally Maryam Williams (Ghost Girl in my AU)

Lazari Natalie Swann (Lazari)

These are also all the characters I’m going to write Headcanons/Sheets for and the main characters I’m going to be involving.

Doesn’t mean I won’t add other pastas but does mean that others won’t be seen often.

This isn’t Buggy it’s Phoenix Wright sorry

My wife and I decided to try to break the ai by being ridiculous and flirty and holy shiT how did it know what we were gonna do with the breadsticks—

ok ill bite tell me abt ur fictional dudewifes. just liek all of them idk any specific 1s 2 ask abt

glad u asked. A LIST OF MY FICTIONAL DUDEWIVES

otacon [THE wife] - hrnnngh... otacon

guide terraria - he is nice to me

colress pokemon - hes a 10 but hes wanted for terrorism in unova. ❤️

piers pokemon - goth and kinda cute

max modell msm 2017 - nice. pretty but in a dad way. smart but gives off kind of stupid vibes. would give me a hug that would break me in half like a kit-kat bar

augustus sinclair. - sowwie he talks very nice.

tim wright - the og wife honestley

arcade gannon - ive never played any fallout games but i wont you boy

harvey - best stardew character sorry for being right xoxo

mia winters - "shes not a man" shes my boywife thanks.

doc 2bdamned - idk how i forgot him but hes my bald babygirl.

and honorable mentions [guys who i like but am not completely insane about]: professors sycamore, kukui, and birch. the graverobber from repo. dan cain. ash the evil dead [never watched any evil dead movies]. geralt of rivia [i have watched one ep of the witcher]. the tsv men.

car seat headrest lyrics and marble hornets...

Something i thought of from my tim wright x reader fanfic..

Chapter 3 up now!!!

On this date in music history…I’m talking about when you didn’t have auto tune because you couldn’t sing, and you had an instrument you actually played….

August 3rd

2015 - AC/DC

Former AC/DC drummer Phil Rudd pleaded not guilty to breaching the conditions of his current home detention by drinking alcohol. Rudd had been under house detention since being sentenced for drug possession and making threats to kill in July of this year. The 61-year-old could face further sanctions, including jail time, if the judge decided he did violate his conditions.

2012 - Stevie Wonder

Stevie Wonder representatives confirmed that the singer had filed for divorce, ending his 10-year marriage to Kai Millard Morris. The legal proceedings were initiated under his given name, Stevland Morris. Stevie's first marriage to Syreeta Wright ended in 1972.

2007 - Brian May

Queen guitarist Brian May handed in his astronomy PhD thesis - 36 years after abandoning it to join the band. May had recently carried out observational work in Tenerife, where he studied the formation of "zodiacal dust clouds".

1991 - Metallica

Metallica held a playback party to launch their self-titled album at Madison Square Garden in New York City. Kurt Cobain and Krist Novoselic from Nirvana both attended.

1987 - Def Leppard

Def Leppard released their fourth studio album Hysteria which became their best selling album to date, selling over 20 million copies worldwide. The title of the album was thought up by drummer Rick Allen relating to his experiences during the time of his car accident, and the worldwide media coverage that followed.

1985 - Cars

'Drive' by The Cars was re-released following it's dramatic use on TV during the Live Aid concert. All the royalties from the record went to the Band Aid trust.

1974 - Bruce Springsteen

Anne Murray appeared at The Schaefer Festival in New York as the headlining act. The opening act was Bruce Springsteen's E Street Band.

1973 - Stevie Wonder

Stevie Wonder released his 16th studio album Innervisions. Wonder played all or virtually all instruments on six of the album's nine tracks, singles from the album were, 'Higher Ground' and 'Living for the City' and 'He's Misstra Know-It-All'.

1971 - Paul McCartney

Paul McCartney announced the formation of his new group Wings with his wife Linda and former Moody Blues guitarist and singer Denny Laine.

1969 - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Creedence Clearwater Revival released their third studio album and first US No.1 Green River. It was the second of three albums they released in this year, the first one being Bayou Country and the third Willy and the Poor Boys. The album featured the title track and 'Bad Moon Rising' both of which were major hits in the US.

1968 - Doors

The Doors started a two week run at No.1 on the US singles chart with 'Hello I Love You', the group's second US No.1. 'Hello I Love You', was also in the Top 5 at the same time as Jose Feliciano's version of 'Light My Fire', giving The Doors two songs, written by the group, simultaneously in the Top 5.

1968 - Tiny Tim

The two day Newport Pop Festival took place in Costa Mesa, California with Alice Cooper, Canned Heat, Chambers Brothers, Charles Lloyd Quartet, Country Joe and the Fish, Electric Flag, James Cotton Blues Band, Paul Butterfield Blues Band, Sonny & Cher, Steppenwolf and Tiny Tim. Over 100,000 fans attended the festival.

1967 - The Jimi Hendrix Experience

The Jimi Hendrix Experience played the first of five nights at the Salvation Club in New York City. During this period a typical set list included: 'Foxy Lady', 'Hey Joe', 'The Wind Cries Mary', 'Purple Haze' and 'Burning Of The Midnight Amp'.

1966 - The Rolling Stones

The Rolling Stones began nine days recording sessions for their next album at Los Angeles, RCA Studios, Hollywood, USA. Tracks recorded included: Have You Seen Your Mother, Baby, Standing In The Shadow? Let’s Spend The Night Together, My Obsession, Yesterday's Papers and Back Street Girl.

1963 - Beach Boys

The Beach Boys released 'Surfer Girl', the first song Brian Wilson ever wrote and the first one he produced.

Songs that remind me of every single one of my f/os because why not

Romantic F/O

- Daryl Dixon - The Night We Met

- Otis Driftwood - Gorehound

- Xavier Thorpe - Tiny Dancer

- Kurt Kunkle - The Gummy Bear song (obviously)

- Carl Grimes - I Walk The Line

- Jacob Black - No Surprises

- The Joker - A Gangster's Wife

-Saul Goodman - Male Fantasy

-Nancy Wheeler - Thérèse

Queer Platonic F/O

- Dee Shvagenbagen - Two Punks in Love

- Sal Fisher - The Other Side Of Paradise

- Connor Murphy - Sincerely, Me

- Colin Gray - Friday I'm in Love

Parental F/O ( green = in-law ) , ( bold = biological )

- Lucifer Morningstar - Little Lion Man

- Eve - Habits

- Dale Dobson - Welcome Home, Son

- Billy Black - Sleeping on the Blacktop

- Mama Firefly - Mama's Broken Heart

- Mazikeen (step-mom) - WTF Are We Talking For

- Chloe Decker (step-mom) - Paradise: Coldplay

- Tucker McGee (God-father) - Blood (End Credits)

- Michonne Hawthorne (God-mother) - My Mom: Kimya Dawson

- Maggie Greene (adoptive) - The Light Behind Your Eyes

- Glenn Rhee (adoptive) - Yellow: Coldplay

- Slenderman (adoptive) - My Family: Migos

- Tim Wright (adoptive) - You're Gonna Go Far, Kid

-Bobby Singer - Home: Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

Sibling F/O ( green = in-law ) , ( bold = biological )

- Violet Harmon - Creep

- Alyssa Foley - Fez's Interlude

- Heavy Shvagenbagen - Alien Boy: Oliver Tree

- Baby Firefly - House Of 1000 Corpses

- Tiny Firefly - Sick City

- Trixie Espinoza (step-sister) - Habits

-Rory Morningstar - Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)

- Toby Rogers (adoptive) - Constant Headache

Platonic F/O

- Dylan Lenivy - Psycho Killer: The Wrecks

-Ryan Erzahler - Mad World: Gary Jules

- Seth Clearwater - Boys Will Be Bugs

- Coraline Jones - Bruno is Orange

Enemy F/O ( italic = would fuck )

- PHILIP BLAKE - Dearly Loved

- Shane Walsh - Daddy: Korn

- Merle Dixon - Run Rabbit Run

Pet F/O

- Jangers Dobson - Fireflies: Owl City

Not really good at backgrounds but oh well :/

Have some Jane stuff since I haven’t had time to appreciate her beauty:)

Circe Wright is such an amazing OC. Can you tell us your inspiration for her character and her family?

With Circe I had a very simple inspiration lol. TGAA was announced finally for the West. We know Phoenix is Ryunosuke’s descendant but whoever Ryunosuke married is unknown. I simply wanted to create a character that is the origin for the family name Wright.

Her family came about the more I wanted to flesh her out and looking up more USA history of that time period. Bigger families were more common in comparison to today

Originally when I first created Circe the only family member who I came up at the same time was her younger brother Griffin. His personality also came about immediately because I wanted him to contrast her in a lot of ways. Despite being so different in personality to his sister, Griffin and Circe actually do get along the most.

Then I came up with Peri. Her personality wasn’t as defined at first in my head, I just knew I wanted her to be a way bigger hot head than Circe.

Then came about the twins, it felt perfect for a big family to end it off with a pair of mischievous trouble makers. The best way I can describe their personalities is a mix match and blend of the Jim and Tim—Kim’s twin brothers from Kim Possible, Merry and Pipin from LOTR, the Weasley Twins, and a little dash of Hikaru and Kaoru from Ouran.

Zetes and Calais are always scheming trouble. Always trying to invent something to make a quick buck, but always causing big messes that their siblings have to clean up. They dream a little too big.

Once the twins became more defined that actually helped me define Peri more. As she’s the middle child and being a middle child myself I know some frustrations that come with that from time to time. Being treated like one of the older kids and one of the babies of the family back and forth in flip flop manner is frustrating. But I wanted her to have issues beyond just middle child as that’s not that interesting alone. So I came up with her really admiring her mother and her older sister Circe. But she feels a bit trapped in their shadows.

As I said, she’s a huge hot head. Way bigger than Circe is. She’s a bit of a tomboy. All the kids her age in town growing up were mostly boys. And she got along with them better than the few girls who were put off by her short fuse plus she liked playing games with the boys and being this was still back in the turn of the century, they would of judged her for that. But then you have the flip side. Despite being a tomboy….Peri actually secretly loves the more girly hobbies. She’s afraid her male friends will judge her for it. She’s afraid her female peers will still turn her nose up for it. So she bottles all this up and it explains why she’s so hot headed. She tends to argue with Circe a lot over her short temper.

But don’t worry, eventually they sort things out. And her and Circe will get a lot closer. Peri eventually will take over the business and become the next manager to run the Wright Anything Bed and Breakfast Inn, as that’s something she really admired about her mother and sister her whole life. Circe will go live out her dream to study to become a physician while Peri takes over the business.

Angelica and Horus, the mom and dad, I created around the same time as Peri. I kind of knew immediately what I wanted them to be. Horus is big gruff, and I do mean BIG like GIANT, man. He’s very stereotypical—big, scary, strong, tall, muscular, standoffish, did I mention scary? He’s a miner and despite how big and scary and tough he is, he absolutely has the softest spot for his wife and kids. He adores Angelica, and especially adores his kids, and like any father he dotes on his daughters the most. He’s extremely protective of his family……maybe too much. Angelica on the flip side is a ball of sunshine. She’s kind and patient but does have a bit of a sassy side. She’s a hard worker but unfortunately as the years passed she had small symptoms that she always wrote off….well eventually she couldn’t anymore. She has an unknown sickness and had to retire from management of the inn and Circe took over in her place. Angelica might be too sick to manage the business but that doesn’t stop her from giving advice to her kids. It also doesn’t stop her from being a nosy gossip either lol. She loves gossip. And to make things more annoying for Griffin and Circe, she’s always pestering them both to find a spouse of their own because she wants some grandkids lol. Much to Circe’s embarrassment she flat out asks Ryunosuke if Circe is bridal material.

                 More Nobel Memories

                 Along The Nobel Road

                                   Part XI

           Some time has passed since I last contributed any stories or memories for your enjoyment. Recent articles I have read have encouraged me to do so. It must be remembered that my memories are mine and although they might not be totally accurate they are as I remember and perceive them.

           I always have to laugh when I think of my mother’s stories. One thing I always believed was that my mother would not lie. However? She lived to be a month short of 95 years and chose to leave on her terms. In her mind, people had started living forever, and she didn’t like it.  She did not retire from nursing until she was 69 yrs. In her later years she did a lot of travelling. She travelled to England where she was born and visited Buckingham Palace and seen the changing of the guard. She also went to Rome and visited the Vatican square and seen the Pope address his flock from his balcony. She travelled to many other countries as well. I remember one day, after retiring she told me she would really like to travel but did not want to spend her money. My reply to her was: No don’t travel, save your money because when you pass Deane and I are going to have a ball. For some reason she started travelling shortly afterwards. The stories kind of changed in the last year or so of her life. She had particular stories that would be triggered by the time of day of some other daily event. The story about visiting Buckingham Palace became when I met the Queen. The trip to Rome involved an audience with the Pope. Now I have long realized that this is normal and happens as we age and when we change the story slightly this is just normal. It is real and true in this storyteller’s mind. So be forewarned. I will be 85 years in just a few months.

                                    Champlain’s Cup

            Both Nobel and Parry Sound lie within McDougall Township. There are so many historical things that have happened here that we are all part of. One story that my dad first told me about involved the Little family who had a farm in McDougall Township off the Hurdville Road. There are many of their descendants living in McDougall and Mckellar and Carling Townships to this day. The old Little farm was located on Trout Lake. It was part of the old Portage Trails the Natives travelled to and from the Georgian Bay and up the Seguin River System. The story as first told to me by my father was that the Little’s had been clearing land when they discovered a cup in the roots of an upturned tree. He referred to the cup as Champlain’s Cup. In years since then I have been told that Nathaniel Little found the cup in 1870, 23 years before my dad was born. It was in the roots of an up-turned tree. It actually was a bronze French apothecary’s mortar weighing 16 Kg. It bore the date 1636. It would appear that the Mortar was left by some travellers, however I think we can pretty easily rule out Samuel Champlain as he lived between August 17,1567 and December 25, 1635.

            It has never been established for sure, just where this Mortar came from, however the following theories have been suggested. The old explorers were known to leave a marker when they discovered a new place or country. The idea was that they could say they were there and could prove it by telling what they had left and where to find it. Such was the case when the astronauts landed on the moon and left the American Flag. As most people realize a mortar and pestle are used to make medicine. There is a mineral in the area that the natives use to grind up and make an ointment to treat skin disease. They passed on many of their secrets to the missionaries. The Missionaries from the Midland area were known to travel up and down the Georgian Bay exploring. One of these persons was a donne’ (a support person to the missionaries), he was a medical doctor from France. His name was Francois Gendron.

The theory was that he either took the mortar with him when he was exploring or retreating from the Iroquois and placed it where it was found.  It is also a known that Father Bre’beuf travelled this area in 1645 and visited an area called Tangouaen, which means “In site of the falls or rapids. The place where the mortar was found was on a portage around a waterfalls.  NOTE: The forgoing theory was copied from the Internet.

            It is said that the Mortar was subsequently purchased from Nathaniel  Little by William Beatty who kept it in their company vault. The Beatty family subsequently placed the mortar in the Canadian Museum of Civilization, across the river from Ottawa. This is a little bit of local history that kind of affects all of us. If you are not a Little and have been in the area any length of time you at least know a Little.

                                          The Lumsden’s

            James Lumsden was one of the original homesteaders to the Township of McDougall. If one looks at the Guide Book & Atlas of Muskoka and Parry Sound Districts dated 1879 and the maps produced by J. Rogers. You will see that most township maps are laid out having an approximate ¼ mile width, in the Township of McDougall. Those along the shore of Georgian Bay have a broken frontage and are laid out having the length in an East West direction. What became the Lumsden Farm consisted of Lots 3,4,5,6 Concession A. Lot No. 3 bears the name D.L.Corbiere, Lot 4 J. Lumsden, Lot 5 D.E. Corbiere, Lot 6 Jas. Lumsden. The abutting lots to the east run with the length to the north and south. Lots 28 & 29 Concession IX bears the name George Hunt.  When I was a very young boy Lots 3 to 6 Concession A were mostly owned by Dave Lumsden, James’s son. While lots 28 & 29 were mostly owned by Arthur Wright. There were some small parcels that were sold to people to build their homes on.

           There is a small cemetery located off Nobel Road just to the south side of the Esso property. It is referred to as the Lumsden Cemetery. To get an idea how these Lumsden lots ownership eventually evolved you have to view these markers. One marker was for James Lumsden died February 15,1875 age 63 years Husband of Elizabeth Corbiere. One marker was for Elizabeth Corbiere died September 24,1897 62 years. One marker was James Lumsden son of Elizabeth and James Lumsden died 18 July 1875 age 17 years. There was one marker for Mary E. Wright wife of J.D. Lumsden born 1861 died 1948. There was no marker for J.D. Lumsden however I remember both J.D. (Dave) Lumsden and his wife Elizabeth. Dave was another son of James Lumsden and Elizabeth Corbiere. Just going by my memory, I believe Dave died around the late forties. I think he also is buried in this cemetery. I remember Elizabeth as a small frail lady who had a very kind heart.

            I was told that Elizabeth was a sister to Art Wright who owned the farm at the edge of Portage Lake. Art’s house and farm buildings were located to the east of the side road that ran behind the Esso and Tim Horton’s. This was the original road as shown on the old township of McDougall map. Art’s house was approximately where Gary Barager’s house is now. I have faint memories of Art Wright, as being a small wiry man. I don’t remember his wife, although I know my parents talked kindly about her. Art Wright had three fields that he worked. One was between Nobel Road and the old side road where the Esso and Tim Horton’s and the Motel were later situated. One was to the east of the original side road that ran behind the Municipal buildings and Pineridge Drive. It was parallel to the road on the east side down His third field was behind where Gary Barager’s house was a short road towards the water.

           In about 1932 my Dad, Sid Crawford purchased five acres from Dave Lumsden. This parcel of land was bound by the old Nobel Road, which lies behind the Municipal buildings on the east, Pineridge Drive on the north, the extension road that lined up with Hammel Ave on the west and the present road going into the Township Office. Highway 69 now Nobel Road cut across this property at an angle on the front corner. Dad built the house that is presently occupied by Lemore Johnston in 1932. There was a summer kitchen on the back of our house. (A shed that was used to cook in when we had warm summer weather.) The kitchen stove was wood heated and had one of those warming closets on top and a tank you filled with water on the right side, It was a Findlay.

           I remember the stove well due to a life lesson. One time we were having supper in the dining room. We were served blue berry pie for desert. I think I got it in my head that my brother Deane got a bigger piece of pie than I. At any rate I left the table in anger, stormed out of the house and slammed the door. It was obviously too hard, because the 2’x 2’ glass that was in the upper part of the door kept on going and fell in many pieces all over the kitchen floor.

           Now my mother was the disciplinarian in our house. I think I can count on one hand the number of times my father ever laid a hand on me. This time it was a little different. I heard a loud bellow. GARRY GET BACK IN HERE. I walked back into the house, probably a little sheepishly. I had a smirk on my face. I walked right up to Dad and I guess it was a little too much for him. He hit me on the side of the head with an open hand. I did a flip in the air and ended up on the floor in front of the stove. I was a little shook-up, I looked up and all I could see was FINDLAY, which was stamped below the oven.  (I have attached a photo so you can remember this lesson whenever you see an old wood-burning kitchen stove.) It was about that time I got my wits about me and decided I had better leave for a time. I write this with tongue in cheek and take full responsibility. I have nothing but love for my dad.

           There were two items in that summer kitchen that I remember. One was a coal oil or kerosene stove range. It looked just like the picture I have attached, accept the oil container was clear glass in ours. You would fill the container with oil then turn it upside down into the holder. As you can see there was a little door in the front of the blue chimneys, you would open this door and see a circular wick similar to a lamp wick that you would light. There was a control below the chimney that allowed you to control the wick and thus the heat. I have attached a picture of a stove similar to mothers.

           The second thing I remember being in the summer kitchen was an old galvanized rocker washing machine. Mother would usually put the wood stove on to heat the water for washing. She would take the warm water from the copper boiler on the stove and the boiler in the stove for the washing machine. She used Naptha soap, anything that was particularly stained; she would first give a little scrubbing on the washboard. Then put it in the rocker washer. She had a square of bluing that she quite often put in with the white clothes and sometimes boiled them in the copper boiler. Coloured clothes were done separate to whites. Then the handle was rocked until she felt the clothes were well washed. We had an old hand pump in the kitchen from which mother would get the water, pumping it in from the well in our field. She had a stand, which she would put beside the rocker washer and put a large round galvanized tub on. This would be filled with cold water. Once the washing in the rocker washing machine was complete, she would put the clothes through a wooden wringer that attached to the side of the rocker and dropped the clothes into the tub of cold water. They were then rinsed, put back through the wringer again and were ready to be hung on the line. The clothes line was out behind our woodshed and had a 4’ stand she would climb up on. She still liked to use that in the summer time when she was in her 80’s. In the early years she had clothespins that were made out of a single piece of wood, but she eventually had the modern clothespins with a spring in them. I have attached a picture of a rocker washing machine similar to mothers.

           Around 1946 father and mother decided to put an addition on the back of the house to replace the summer kitchen. Dad had been a teamster prior to his marriage. He had started working in the logging camps when he was 14 and had made at least ten seasonal trips out west on the Harvest Train. He loved horses and was a friend of Dave Lumsden who had a couple of teams of horses. Dad would quite often look after these animals. He borrowed one of Dave Lumsden’s teams and a scraper. I have a very clear memory of his digging out a hole for the basement of that addition. I have found a picture of a horse drawn scraper that was similar to the one Dad used and have attached it. The one in the picture is missing the handles, which would be in the round tubes you can see in the picture. The teamster would have the reins to the horses crossed behind his neck, one hand controlling each of the handles. He would have the horses move forward with audio messages. Gidup, ( I don’t remember ever hearing get up.) haw or gee, being left or right. He would lift on the handles causing the scraper to dig in and fill the scrapper. He would then push back down on the handles as they moved forward stopping the scrapper from digging in. The horses would move forward or out of the hole where the teamster would give a lift upwards on the handles causing the scrapper to dig in, flip and dump the load of earth. The teamster would then drive the team around in a circle and take the next load of earth out. Dad eventually completed pouring the basement walls and floor. He was raised on a farm in Hurdville and was a rough carpenter. Dad then proceeded to build a story and a half addition that matched the front part of the house. I remember I was around ten that year. I was helping Dad put the shingles on the roof. The second story had a hip type roof at the ceiling line of the first floor, then a vertical wall and the main roof about four feet above that. I was laying shingles on the top roof and Dad was finishing up the hip about a 4’ drop below me. I suddenly started to slide, fell off the upper roof down to the roof that Dad was working on. I just had a pair of pants on but no shirt. As I slid past Dad and went over the edge, he reached out quickly and locked his fingers into the soft flesh of my lower side. I continued off the roof and he held on. I remember hanging there squealing like a pig, for a second or so before he lifted me back up to the level he was at. Dad calmed me down and we continued laying the shingles. Dad proceeded to finish the house then built a complete set of kitchen cupboards without any power tools. In later years when I thought back I was always so proud of him, you see he only had grade three education. His father passed when he was very young and he had six siblings. He assumed the father figure and was the last to marry. He was able to earn his third class Stationary Engineer’s papers and obtained a job in the Power House at CIL, where he worked for 24 years.  The biggest regret I have to this day is that I never really expressed to him how very proud I was of what he accomplished in his life. He passed in 1967.

           I have attached a picture of my mother and father’s house as it sits today. I am afraid I got a little carried away on my story and will have to continue my memories of the Lumsden’s in my next submission Part XII.

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