Jim Turple, Author at The Pictou Advocate

Asea during the Storm of the Century

December 17, 2020October 27, 2020Jim Turple

I can relate to the movie titled The Perfect Storm. Judith Reeves based this movie on her actual accounts. Ms. Reeves was based on a Japanese fishing boat and was monitoring the tuna catch some 275 kilometers off Nova Scotia on the night of Oct. 29 1991. Three weather systems came together on that night...

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A big man on an island of big men

October 24, 2020August 4, 2020Jim Turple

I was very fortunate to have met Hilton McCully from Dartmouth, Nova Scotia. Hilton had taught school on Pictou Island 1944-46 and provided me with old newspaper clipping from that era. The following is taken in part from an article written by Roland H. Sherwood for The Pictou Advocate 1952 and is entitled, Lobster Fisherman...

The marriage of Alvin MacLean and Lois MacCallum

May 20, 2020April 1, 2020Jim Turple

Alvin MacLean arrived on Pictou Island with his entrance into this world in 1929. Born on Pictou Island, he was one of five children born to J. Hector MacLean “Long John” and wife Maggie. Alvin attended the little one-room school on the island and grew up in the company of a little girl named Lois...

Lauchie Rankin

March 16, 2020February 25, 2020Jim Turple

Jack with his wife Mary Rankin raised a family of nine children on Pictou Island during the 1900s. There was Laura, Duncan, Dolina, Annie Mae, Lauchie, Vernie, Florence, Joan and one granddaughter Lorina. The three Rankin boys, Lauchie, Vernie and Duncan married their Island sweethearts. Duncan married Verna who was the daughter of Billie and...

Our Pictou Island nurse

March 9, 2020February 25, 2020Jim Turple

It is a known fact that those of us who lived on Pictou Island during earlier years had our own Florence Nightingale. I had always known her as Margaret Jack, wife of Jack (Happy) MacDonald. Margaret was born in 1897 to Charles and Ann MacCallum of Pictou Island. Her ambition as like many young girls...

My brother-in-law, Scott

March 2, 2020February 25, 2020Jim Turple

My brother-in-law Scott, son to late Ernest and Hazel Falconer was raised on Caribou Island. His home was on a farm that was situated along the south portion of Caribou Island. Their long driveway protruded through the woods and connected onto Caribou Island’s only dirt road. Scott calls to mind when the Caribou Island School...

Visiting our island

February 29, 2020February 25, 2020Jim Turple

First snow of 1966 occurred on January 7th. That was our third winter living on the mainland. I’m assuming that Mom was getting a little homesick for she wanted to spend a few days visiting with our former Pictou Island friends. On January 21st at 9 am, mother flew to Pictou Island from Trenton airport...

Newspapers of years ago …

February 25, 2020February 25, 2020Jim Turple

My son Jason was recently remodeling his century-old farm home and came across sections of old newspapers. They were found placed behind the original cedar shingles that protected the 27-inch wide spruce boards that the walls were constructed with. We are assuming that those newspapers were used for insulating purposes. The newspapers are in spectacular...

New Year’s Eve 1959 …

February 23, 2020January 21, 2020Jim Turple

This is a follow up to my last story of Pictou Island Christmas 1959. Our island Christmas concert on that Tuesday evening was appreciated by all. It was a special event just having the older scholars home for the holidays. That winter storm on Tuesday, December 22nd 1959 was one that will go down in...

Menacing weather in strait claims lives …

February 16, 2020January 21, 2020Jim Turple

The great strait of Northumberland was a winter menace in every respect. Storms were often sudden and severe. The ice was repeatedly piled high over which the ice boat was to be pulled or pushed. The greatest danger of all was what the boatmen called “LOLLY.” This consisted of great bodies of snow and slush...

Author: Jim Turple