1906 Kincardine Agricultural Society Exhibition

Fort Fairfield Review, Oct. 3, 1906

The Kincardine Agricultural Society will hold its annual exhibition October 12 at the Upper Kintore hall. Previously this exhibition has been held at the agricultural hall in Kincardine, but at the last annual meeting of the society it was unanimously voted to hold it alternately at Kincardine and Upper Kintore.

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1905 Christmas in Upper Kintore

Fort Fairfield Review, Jan. 11, 1905

Upper Kintore, N. b. The Sunday school held its Xmas tree in the schoolhouse on Friday evening. The affair was very largely attended, and an interesting program was successfully carried out by the members of the school under the skillful management of their teacher, Miss McCarthy.

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1903 Christmas Parties; Farmers’ Club News

Fort Fairfield Review, Dec. 30, 1903

Several of the young people attended the Christmas tree and dance at Upper Kincardine Friday evening.

The quarterly meeting of the Farmers’ Club of Upper Kintore was held in the schoolhouse, President John Cannon in the chair. After discussing the subject of the evening, the giving of songs and recitations, and also the partaking of a generous supper served by the ladies, it was voted to continue the club for another year.

On Christmas Eve a Christmas tree and concert was held in the schoolhouse. After the concert supper was served by the ladies, after which the tree was stripped its presents for old and young. On account of the disagreeable weather and the icy roads, the attendance was not as large as it would otherwise have been. But everybody enjoyed themselves thoroughly.

1927 Kintore Hall Burns Night

Fort Fairfield Review, Feb. 2, 1927

On Friday evening the Scotch folks of Upper Kintore held their annual concert and dance at the Kintore hall to celebrate the anniversary of the birth of their national poet, “the poet whom all the world Knows.” Robert (‘Bobbie”) Burns, who was born January 25, 1759. A very enjoyable program was rendered by local talent, and great credit is due those who took part. The Rev. Gordon Pringle was in the chair and helped towards the success achieved. After the concert a lunch was enjoyed. Then dancing was indulged in till the sma’ hours of the morning. A thoroughly enjoyable time was spent by all fortunate enough to be able to be present.

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Observing Burns Night at the Colony: The Prince of Lyrist Honored by His Countrymen at Scotch Colony, January 25

Fort Fairfield Review, Feb. 13, 1929

burns1929FFRpart1On  January 25 a tide of Scotties commenced flowing by C. P. R. towards the Colony, Victoria County, N. B., and Burns-night celebration. The Aroostook delegation from Caribou and surrounding towns, as they boarded the main-line train at Aroostook Junction, met another bunch from Edmundson and Madawaska and the freemasonry of being Scotch showed itself in salutation of: “Hello, Scottie, heading for Burns night?”
 A fine lot of High School girls came aboard at Andover and Perth, some of them daughters of old friends. Teams were in waiting at Kilburn to take us all out to the Colony. Numbers came by auto and truck from down-river points, also quite a delegation from Tilleyville and Tobique River.

The fame of Burns night does not fade among the Scotch as the years go by. Incidentally we old Scots do not dislike a wee bit of storm that night, as it makes more real what the poet himself has to say about the occasion, “Twas on a blast o January win’ blew hausel in on Robin.”

burns1929FFRpart2Although the Burns Club of 36 years ago is woefully thinned by the grim reaper, the young folks, aided by their minister, Rev. Gordon Pringle, are carrying on and upholding the traditions of the famous night. Perhaps we do not hear so many of the poet’s peerless readings such as “The Cotter’s Saturday Night,” or “Tam O’ Shanter,” and what happened when that hellish legion, led on by Cutty Sark, took after Tam and his mare. Burns songs seem to take the fancy of the young folks more, and are favorites still.

The Scotch reels, strathspeys and contra dances held the attention and got the applause of visiting strangers, while our minister in his capacity as chairman (he has filled that position in the Burns Club for 35 years), with his kindly gawky Scotch humor, has always a well behave appreciative audience.

A comedy of Scottish family life was staged by the George McPhail family, which was very humorous and entertaining, as was also the old classic, “Jimmie and Jennie,” sung by James Clark and daughter. A five-piece orchestra did good work on strathspey and other music while the Highland Fling, demonstrated by Clark and Montgomery was the real thing. By the way, Montgomery is quite lately frae the land o’heather, and gave use the Marquis of Huntley’s Highland Fling.

At the close of the first part of the program (near midnight) the baskets were opened by the guide wives and , oh my, those chickens and oatcakes, shortcakes and all the other kinds were good, with  plenty of tea, supplied by the waiters, after which the seats were cleared off the dancing floor, the orchestra returned, and squared away for the strenuous Scotch dancing, which was kept up well through the wee sma’ doors. I never saw the hall better filled than it was that night “wi braw lads an bonnie lasses.”

There was another celebration held on Monday night the 28th somewhat similar by the Upper Kintore Burns Club at their hall. One notable feature there was the strathspey steps and Highland Fling by little Anne Wyllie from Ayrshire, Scotland. Altogether, the Scotch Colony knows how to keep the fires of the old land burning. —W. L. D.

To Honor Robert Burns: Fine Gatherings Last Week at Lower Kincardine and Upper Kintore, N. B., by Scotland’s Children, to Celebrate the Birthday of Scotia’s Immortal Bard

Fort Fairfield Review, February 5, 1930

Editor Review
The birthday of our poet Burns was celebrated at Lower Kincardine, N. B. last week. The world-famous occasion is getting more and more popular at the colony as the years go by. Young people came from all directions, some by railroad, the greater part by large two-horse sled, one party by motor bus from Andover. by the way they could tell some stories of bucking these Colony drifted roads with their caterpillar bus.

I do not need to say that the Scotch program of songs, readings and exhibition dances was very much enjoyed by all but more especially by a very few of the old Scots from the homeland. In imagination we wandered again in song with our poet by Lowden’s bonnie woods and braes or on the banks an braes o bonnie Doon, and dared oppression with our ancestors at Bannockburn with “Scots wha have wi Wallace bled.”

Yes, there is a magnetism in Burns Night that draws us once a year to forgather and enjoy together our Ayrshire Bard. Perhaps it is not generally known that Burns was a great sympathizer with the American colonies in their fight for freedom and at a Masonic banquet of his Lodge at Ayr dared to give the toast, “Washington” instead of the usual, “The King,” with whom the colonies were then at war.

The hall at Kincardine was filled almost to overflowing with the sled-loads of young folks. However, our chairman, Rev. Gordon Pringle, found no difficulty in keeping good order, usually with his sternness, but added a humorous Scotch story, which kept all in good humor.

tohonorrobertburns19300205FFRpart2There was also a “night” at Upper Kintore of especial note. There were two Scotch songs by Miss Hamilton of Glasgow. There seems to be a charm to a Scottish voice and personality fresh from “ the land of heather” that takes the audience; and certainly Miss Hamilton, with “Bonnie Mary O’Argyle,” captured us all.

We had a very good orchestra the members hailing from Washburn, Caribou and Andover, the leaders being Colony young fellows. Miss Annie Wiley gave an exhibition sword dance which was much admired; also James Clark in the highland fling, found his 77 years sitting lightly on him as he whirled through those complicated back steps. All he lacked was a kilt, and I doubt if that dress would be satisfactory at ten below.

Usually about midnight before the dancing floor is cleared of seats, the “guidwives” provide refreshments and all hands are invited to sit in and help themselves, and, oh, my! those crispy oatcakes and the chicken, with all the other “fixins,” of course that includes a nice Scotch cup o’ tea (no nothing stronger, we have left that behind); and then with “Auld Lang Syne” finishes the concert program and the floor manager comes on and the orchestra swings in on the ball-room march, and the young couples pair off to their places in the dance, which is kept up well through the “wee, sma hours.”

tohonorrobertburns19300205FFRpart3There is something about the time-honored night that we can not explain. As Burns himself notes it for us—
Our Monarchs hindmost year but and
Was five an twenty days begun,
’Twas then a blast o Janwar win
Bless hansel in on Robin.
We still think that January winds blow hansel in on Robert Burns’s rich gifts.

W. L. DUNCAN [William Linton Duncan of Washburn, ME]

Washburn Man Writes Editor of Burns Night: W. L. Duncan Tells of Scotch Programs Held at Kincardine Colony on Jan. 22

Fort Fairfield Review, Feb. 10, 1932

Washburn, Maine
Feb. 10, 1932
I wonder what that invisible power is that impels Scotchmen the world over to forgather on Jan. 25, Burns birthnight! We can all read and sing our poet’s songs at home, but that does not satisfy the craving to be together. I suppose this is a survival of the ancient clan spirit breaking out in America, only much more infectious than in the old home land.

Yes, as our chairman, Rev. Gordon Pringle, welcomed us, on Burns Night, Jan. 22, at Kincardine Colony, we’re all John Lamson’s bairns, and we realize it more when together. International boundary lines are forgotten that night and until reminded by the officer to please open our bags, and even that grim representative of the government is sympathetic and does not dig too deep in these same bags of the returning pilgrims.

Yes the immortal night has gone by, but has left many pleasant memories of the occasion to be cherished through the new year. From a local neighborhood celebration nearly 40 years ago, the fame of the great night at the Colony has spread until now the two halls of Kincardine and Kintore are much too small, but somehow the last part of the evening’s program dancing is as much enjoyed by the young folks as it was by the youngsters of long ago, crowded floor and all, and of course dancers quadrilles, Scotch reels, and contra dances, etc. would be impossible in that jam.

The program in Kincardine was even more Scotchy than I have seen it in years. Among the gems of the evening was the song classic “The Crookit Bawbee” by Miss Clark of Kincardine, and McLean of Glasgow in Kilt and plaid, she in the auld worsted plaid. That that dramatic talent is still to the fore in the old home was well proven by a finely acted Scottish play McPhail of Kincardine, a sturdy young six-foot grandson of one of the pioneer settlers, in kilt , sporran and plaid of [?] forebears gave the Highland man Toast which brought us to our feet as the young fellow swept off his bonnet.

Here’s to the heath, the hill and the heather
The bonnet, the plaid, the kilt and the feather, etc.

Jack Oglive noted guide on the Tobique and his orchestra from [Tilley?] gave the true swing to the Scottish [?] music. Chatting with him during the evening, I remarked, I see you are to have some of the crowned heads of Europe at your sporting camps next summer. O, aye, said Jack, we generally have our hands [?] millionaires.

The Kintore night held Jan. [2?] Rev. Gordon Pringle was also chairman there. His gawky Scottish humorous stories [?] and his [?] kindly management both in his sacred and secular duties has endeared him to us all. Mrs. Alexander Anderson, as usual, was the very capable accompanist and program manager.

Kintore as in the old days excelled in Scotch comedy that night. My old friend George Barclay, bridge inspector the the New Brunswick government, outdid himself with some comic Scotch readings as at Kincardine the clan tartans lent color and pep to the program.

Among us old men there is a tendency to bewail the passing of the old days when song and story on Burns Night were entirely Scotch but today the mixed audience calls for something occasionally that they can understand so programs are more diversified. These occasions are nearly all in young hands now, but the mantle of their forebears seems to have fallen on capable shoulders and I suppose that also accounts for the [?] of some of these highly [?] lassies to switch over on Burns Night to the [bra?]! Scotch. They did not get that out of books, I warrant. No we have no fear of the passing to them of the traditions and shrine of Burns.
W. L. D. [William Linton Duncan of Washburn, ME]

Fort Fairfield Review, Feb. 10, 1932

Fort Fairfield Review, Feb. 10, 1932

Fort Fairfield Review, October 3, 1928

Fort Fairfield Review, Feb. 10, 1932

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Kincardine News Notes 1893

Northern Leader, Aug. 4, 1893 [newspaper in Fort Fairfield, ME]
BONACORD. Mr. Editor:— I hope a few notes from an interested reader of the ever welcome Northern Leader may find a place in your very interesting paper. I do not know but I should have headed them Kincardine Notes. We are planning for one of the best times we ever had at our picnic gathering, which will be held on the 18th of this month, on the grounds of our new hall.

The rainy weather has been quite a disappointment and considerable damage to our farmers, coming as it has in the midst of haying. A good deal of hay has been damaged and some spoiled.

While engaged in cutting a pole upon which to erect his hay fork, Peter McPhail was so unfortunate as to badly cut his leg. From the effect of it he has been sick and confined to his bed; it is feared that he will not be able to get out again for a long time.

Mr. Andrew Davidson, Jr., is at work on his cellar preparatory to building him a house this summer.

Miss Lizzie Cocker and her friend, Miss Emily Paul, formerly of this place, intend to visit Washburn next week. — A. G. A. [Is this Angus Gordon Adam?]

Northern Leader, Aug. 4, 1893

Northern Leader, Aug. 4, 1893

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DEATH OF THOMAS LAWSON: Well known Lawyer of Andover and Perth Dies December 21

[Fort Fairfield Review, Dec. 26, 1906]
Thomas Lawson of Andover and Perth, N. B., died of heart-failure, very suddenly, Friday morning, December 21, about 10:00 o’clock. He had not been feeling well for a day or two, and had that morning arisen late, got his breakfast, and then gone back upstairs. A few minutes later Mrs. Lawson, who went up to see him, found him dying. Dr. Peat was summoned, but did not reach the house before Mr. Lawson had breathed his last.
The deceased was one of the ablest lawyers and most prominent citizens in his part part of New Brunswick, and his death produced a painful shock upon the minds of many neighbors and friends.
The funeral took place at the residence, Andover, Sunday afternoon, Rev. G. C. Pringle of the Presbyterian church offering prayers. Benjamin Lodge, No. 31, Free and Accepted Masons, of which the deceased was an enthusiastic and remarkably well informed member, was in charge. There were 88 Masons in the line of march from Masonic hall to the residence and thence to the new Presbyterian cemetery and back, some 30 of them being from Fort Fairfield and some from Grand Falls and elsewhere.
The services at the grave were impressively conducted by Worshipful Master M S. Sutton, assisted by H. W. Trafton, Master of Eastern Frontier Lodge, Rev. J. R. Hopkins offering prayer.
The attendance of the general public was very large, the funeral being doubtless the most numerously attended one ever held in Andover.
The deceased was born in Glasgow, Scotland, 43 years ago, and came over with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. John Lawson, who settled in Upper Kintore, in the spring of 1874. A year or two afterwards the elder Mr. Lawson and family moved to Fredericton, the deceased there attending Fredericton Collegiate School. He was also a page in the local House of Assembly from about 14 to 18 years of age.
Mr. Lawson was married about 1885 to Miss Lucy Ward of Fredericton, and moved to Andover a year later, establishing a law office there. In 1900 he moved his office to Perth. From about 1898 to 1902 Mr. Lawson was a member of the New Brunswick Assembly. He leaves a widow and four children—Miss Bessie, about 20 years of age, George, Fannie and Marian, the latter about six years old.
The deceased had a very strong and attractive personality. He was cast in a large mould, physically, mentally and socially, and counted his friends by hundreds. With one or two conditions different, he might have been one of the very foremost men of New Brunswick, because he had the brain capable of important achievements and the friendships necessary to political success. He was always prominent in the affairs of Benjamin Lodge, his retentive memory and pleasing powers as a speaker serving him and his brethren there in good stead.
“Death takes us by surprise
And stays our hurrying feet,”
and it causes keen sorrow in this case to many friends of their departed neighbor and brother. Much sympathy is felt for the family of the deceased.

Fort Fairfield Review, Dec., 26, 1906

Fort Fairfield Review, Dec., 26, 1906

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MYSTERY OF SEVEN YEARS CLEARED. Victoria County, N. B., Furnishes Another Sensation—Skeleton Found in Woods Was John Mckenzie

[Fort Fairfield Review, July 4, 1906]

A dispatch from Perth, N. B., a few days ago to one of the dailies says:
The skeleton of John McKenzie, who disappeared from his home at Lower Kincardine on April 28, 1899, was found last Wednesday by Andrew Davidson, Sr., on his farm, which adjoined the McKenzie homestead. The remains were [buried] in the Presbyterian cemetery Thursday.
The discovery of the remains of Mr. McKenzie clears up a mysterious disappearance which has long been the subject of conjecture in the Scotch Colony. In 1899 the time when Mr. McKenzie was missing, he was in a weak state of health, and it was supposed had wandered away only to die in the woods. Search parties were out for days looking for the unfortunate man, but no trace of him could be found.
The sad affair has been suddenly recalled by the event of last Wednesday. Mr. Davidson, Sr., while out looking for his cattle, found the skeleton of Mr. McKenzie in the corner of a wood, the boundary of which separates the two farms and some 50 paces from the edge. The remains were lying as if the unfortunate man had fallen backwards while sitting on a log, the head being lower than the body.
The clothing was still partly round the bones and a pencil, pocket knife, pipe and stick owned by the deceased were found nearby. The spot where the remains were discovered is not more than 300 years from Mr. McKenzie’s home, and it is supposed he must have wandered off into the wood, been seized with sudden illness, and died there.
At the time of his death he was survived by a wife and ten children. Mrs. McKenzie died about two years and a half ago and some of the children are still in the colony and doing well.
The funeral took place Thursday, Rev. Gordon Pringle, conducting the service, and burial was made in the family lot. It may be noted as a curious coincidence that a tombstone in memory of the deceased was placed in the graveyard on Wednesday, the day the remains were so strangely recovered.



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