four books
Queen Elizabeth II once quoted Goderich as being the "prettiest town in Canada" - even though no reigning monarch has ever visited the place. Still, it is a fitting motto for this beautiful location along Lake Huron. Situated as the county seat for Huron County, Goderich boasts beautiful sunsets, miles of beach, and plenty of history to discover. From the old CPR railways to the lifelong history of the town's marine ports to its many gardens, Goderich is an excellent stop for any visitors to the area.
The town was founded in 1827 and named after the British Prime Minister in power at the time. It was officially incorporated in 1850.
Rusty Rails documents 35 years in the history of rural transportation. With more than 200 original photographs by the author, this book coveys a personal approach to the rail lines that once crisscrossed the Ontario map.http://www.brucedalepress.ca/html/History.htm
Ontario Boys explores the preoccupation with boyhood in Ontario during the immediate postwar period, 1945–1960. It argues that a traditional version of boyhood was being rejuvenated in response to a population fraught with uncertainty, and suffering from insecurity, instability, and gender anxiety brought on by depression-era and wartime disruptions in marital, familial, and labour relations, as well as mass migration, rapid postwar economic changes, the emergence of the Cold War, and the looming threat of atomic annihilation.
Despite the "green" benefits of rail travel, Canada has lost much of its railway heritage. Across the country stations have been bulldozed and rails ripped up. Once the heart of communities large and small, stations and tracks have left little more than a gaping hole in Canada's landscapes. This book revisits the times when railways were the country's economic lifeline, and the station the social centre.
Reading Julie Berry’s poetry means entering a new poetic space, crossing thresholds of pain and delight at once raw and refined. “like marie d’oignies who buried bloody/ mouthfuls of herself/ in the garden/ i need my poems to be like this,” Berry writes in “Touching Ground.” “Like this” is finely-turned and constantly surprising, haunting as plainsong, throaty as the blues.
