Brian TheCaptain Johnson

Thy sea, O God, so great

My boat so small.

It cannot be that any happy fate

Will me befall

Save as Thy goodness opens paths for me

Through the consuming vastness of the sea.

--from The Prayer of the Breton Fishermen by Winfred Garrison

Gone from our sight but not from our memories. This past Thursday night, Kingston harbour lost a storied sailor - Brian Johnson formerly the Captain (nautical) of the Wolfe Island ferry, four decades with the Ontario Ministry of Transportation Eastern Region Ferries, instructor, mentor, historian, writer, author, social media contributor (his 'handle' is the title of this post), man of faith and family, people-person, relaxing retiree:

Brian's biography is beyond the scope of this post, but his unsurpassed knowledge of all things nautical in and around Kingston harbour, after a fifty-year career on the water, was not kept just to himself, it was shared. He relished spreading his stories and those of the ferry service predecessors, both human and hulled, with diverse audiences. As fellow historians, Brian sent me photos of him enjoying his copies of both my books about Kingston's industrial waterfront on his patio.

We were at the Iroquois Lock in August, 2016 when the Canadian Empress approached unbound, heading for stops at Prescott and overnight at Brockville on its Ottawa-Kingston six-day cruise. Brian watches from the bridge wing as the plucky cruise ship progresses through the lock:

This began an online association with Brian. While spending time at the Queen's University Archives, I would come cross archival views of the Wolfe Island ferry in various eras, sharing these with Brian, wondering if he'd seen them before. Often he hadn't, though he was rarely stumped by a photo, and his enthusiastic responses invariably included block capitals and lots of exclamation marks. His interest in seeing what I'd sent him jumped off the screen at me!

While discussing a transportation topic online (buses not ferries), we discovered that we had a family connection: Brian and his Dad knew my wife's uncle Lloyd who was a bus driver and later a part-time supervisor. "Lloyd was also a driver at my Dad's car lot - Johnson Motors - for years. Bringing cars back from Toronto-area auctions. I knew his Dad Mervil as well.  Just GREAT guys!" Mervil was a farmer and ended up operating farms for Brian's family. Brian was his 'apprentice' at the tender age of 11. 'Merv' taught him all about farming: cutting, raking, haying, and Brian said he really looked up to him. 

Brian continued, "I can't believe the connection either! After these many years the dots connect! I consider Eric THE FOUNDER of the many 'jigsaw puzzle' pieces missing in our local Kingston and area history. And now the family "connection"! Mr. & Mrs. Snider (Merv & Ma) also looked after us kids when Mom went into hospital for emergency surgery in mid-sixties. They really were "aunt and uncle" to us. Thanks Eric!!! - Brian Johnson".

I'm 'borrowing' this great photo posted to social media by Shauna Kingstone, Brian's fellow board member of the Wolfe Island Historical Society (WIHS) showing him in his home setting, a nautical chart of Wolfe Island surrounded by photo mementoes on the wall:

 Finally meeting Brian at my presentation to the WIHS on the island last summer:

Brian will be missed by his wife Cathy and family. When I arrived at the church where the WIHS meeting was to be held, I met Cathy as she was driving away to pick up another attendee but she told me, "I just put him in there". I still smile about that one and I am grateful we finally had that chance to meet. A view toward Fort Henry from the ferry on the trip home - one that would be very familiar to Brian from his many passages on that three-mile crossing:

I am standing on the sea shore, a ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says: “She is gone.” Gone! Where? Gone from my sight—that is all. 

She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination. The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her, and just at the moment when someone at my side says, “She is gone” there are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up a glad shout: “There she comes!” 

-from I Am Standing on the Seashore by Henry Van Dyke

Here is Brian's obituary published online by Arbor Memorial:

On the evening of May 8, 2025, encircled by the love and tears of his family, our beloved Captain sailed his final ship into the distant sunset. With Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra playing in the background, we held his hands and recounted many of his countless stories as he took his final breaths. Like the journey of life itself, it was as beautiful as it was tragic and we will be forever grateful for having been there with him.

Brian leaves behind his treasured wife of 48 years, Cathy (nee Bricker), his adored children, April and Paul Di Rinaldo, and Patrick and Kay (nee Kenney), his cherished grandchildren Ruby, Georgia, Freddie and Frankie, and his niece Ciera Deir. He is predeceased by his parents Jack and Lorna (nee Patterson), his siblings Barry, Lu-Ann and Cheri, and his best friend Don Strople.

Brian was born and raised in Kingston, Ontario, however his heart and soul belonged to Wolfe Island. His was not an easy childhood and the steady and predictable life provided by his grandparents, Johnnie and Violet Johnson, at their farm on the 5th Line provided him with the peace and stability he needed. Indeed, his Nana and Grampy were his anchors, keeping him close to the Island for the rest of his life.

At the ripe old age of about six, he captained his first boat, a rowboat, across the St. Lawrence Seaway from his family cottage to Milton Island, and the rest, as they say, is history. At seventeen (a year after his first solo flight as a pilot), he was officially licensed to captain his family’s Lyman cruiser, the Jamie-Lyn, for harbour and charter tours of the area. Around this time, he would tell people that one day he would be captain of the Wolfe Island ferry. And, after devoting years to the tour boat operations in Rockport and Gananoque, he had enough sea time to get his Minor Waters license. On September 11, 1981, he walked on board the Wolfe Islander III as the newest crew member, and knew he was where he was meant to be. He worked hard, studied everything he could, got his Master Inland 350 license, and on April 20, 1989 he achieved his ultimate goal: being appointed Captain of the Wolfe Islander III, where he would stay until beyond his retirement.

In 1970, Brian had to leave high school before finishing to join the workforce and promised himself he would finish one day. In his 30s, while working multiple jobs, he not only attained his diploma with honours through correspondence, but achieved a mark of 100% in OAC English. Not long after that, one of his beloved mentors, Captain Buck Mullin, passed away. Brian felt that that Captain Mullin's legacy of tireless service to the people of Wolfe Island needed to be told and preserved, so he wrote an article for the Kingston Whig Standard. Thus began his passion for writing. For the next nearly 40 years, he married his love of storytelling with his love of marine history, Kingston, Wolfe Island, and the many characters he came to know, to become a rather prolific writer and storyteller in the area. His speaking engagements - wherein he would share the oral history and a slideshow of historical photos of Wolfe Island, the boats that served the Islanders, and all of the lore that gets passed around by locals - were attended by thousands of people over the years.

In the early 2000s he met Wolfe Island resident, Victoria Stewart, who shared a passion for local history, and together they founded the Wolfe Island Historical Society. Brian was working on the ferry the night they appointed the first board of directors, and when the phone rang in the wheel house after their meeting, he was shocked to learn that he was unanimously appointed president - a title he wore almost as proudly as Captain.

The ‘boats’ were a significant part of his identity, but anyone who spent time with Brian knew that his family was at the centre of everything in his life. He loved his wife and children so much, and when the grandchildren arrived, he was beside himself with pride and joy. The last few summers spent together in laughter and joy at the family cottage on his beloved Wolfe Island will comfort his family as they try to continue on without him.

Brian had an impact on so many people in his 71 years. It is hard to believe he isn’t just around the corner with a book in his hands, or getting ready to catch the next boat because he’s been called in for overtime, or in his office lost in papers and thoughts, or having his 17th cup of coffee of the day, or prank calling someone, or writing his next story, or trying to make someone laugh at the worst possible time…

He was a beacon of integrity, strength and generosity. He believed in finding the humour in life - no matter how bad things got. He believed in the underdog. He believed that empathy is born in the sharing of our stories. He believed in forgiveness. And he believed in life after death. So, the next time you look out onto the water, know he is out there somewhere, plotting the course, watching the weather, and making sure we get home safely.

O Captain! Our Captain! You were truly one in a million. We will miss you for the rest of our lives.

2025 Heritage Fair - The Kids are [Still] Alright

'The Kids are Alright' was a 1979 soundtrack by The Who. It's perhaps a sentiment often expressed by practitioners in any field concerned about the future. Today, I had the honour of serving as a volunteer citizen judge in the King's Town School (KTS) Heritage Fair - and I can assure you - the future of historical interest and preservation are alright! 

The nine Heritage Fair entries that I had the pleasure of judging, actually learning about, were:

Whoa Canada - Wild Horses in the West and Sable Island

Star Forts and Martello Towers - Kingston's Fortifications

Transportation in Canada's History [mainly the CPR]

Whiskey War [between Canada and Denmark]

Vikings and Vinland

The Halifax Explosion

Dogsledding

Kingston's Fire of 1840

Canada's National Park System

There were 12 judges in this, my second year -  clearly a group with deep interest in history - that meant our goal was to judge three entries each, about 15 minutes per entry. The students were more than capable of discussions and answering questions on their chosen topic, most with a deep knowledge, all with unique ways of presenting their displays. Teacher/fair coordinators Paige and Amey were welcoming and really looked after us, especially when we occasionally got lost in the rabbit-warren of display rooms!

At the Davis Drydock on Wellington Street, one of Uncle Sam's boats was in for work:

Cochrane's Convenience:

Something Old, Something New and Blue: Kingston Transit electric bus 2402E on Kingston Express route 601, surrounded by limestone near the former site of the Grand Trunk Railway freight shed.

Modelling Kingston Emergency Vehicles

After modelling the Ontario Street fire hall, and dabbling in early Regional Emergency Services ambulances (referred to colloquially as "Regional"), I repainted one fire truck I already had, and found another through an online auction to inhabit the firehouse. 

This led to the challenge of modelling a late-60's-early-70's ambulance.  I had bought a Hot Wheels 55th anniversary van for my grandsons. It nominally represents a 1994 Dodge van, but it's the closest thing I had to represent what I wanted to represent. Oh, those orange tinted windows and sunroof! Plus the fact that it's nominally 1:64 scale, instead of the 1:87 of HO scale. 

The Hot Wheels Old Number 5 firetruck was a popular model, nominally representing a 1920s Ahrens Fox. The one I successfully bid for had obviously been previously-enjoyed!

The firetruck was first. The main structural issues were replacing those mag racing tires with more narrow ones, and pulling together the side-ladders with thin wire. The rest was mostly repainting of the red finish, detail painting, plus adding old-timey licence plates (not pictured).

The ambulance also had a wheel replacement, painting over of the sun-roof solid white and windows. watered-down black hobby paint. Hand-painting the blue stripe, adding printed 'AMBULANCE' fore and aft, and drilling small holes into the sunroof to add flashing lights and plopping on a rooftop 'cherry' flashing light. I shied away from adding the small lettering on the blue door stripe and/or the early provincial crest. Also, licence plates and detail painting. 

Now, for the Kingston Police...in the era I'm modelling, I believe they were blue and white. I already have these black and white stand-ins of various eras. For now...

River St. Bridge Redux

After already 'redux-ing' the diamond crossing of CP and CN under the River Street bridge, it's now time to improve my modelling of the aforementioned bridge. This was brought about by my grandsons' love of driving vehicles up and over the bridge when they visited my layout. The railings were the first to go, and having moved the scrap yard to the left of the bridge and considered expanding Anglin's yard into that space, I took a look at the topography.

Both railways' lines under the bridge are in a depression, and the CP was particularly poorly-drained and prone to flooding that made the ballast and ties sub-optimal. CN seemed to have a little better ballast and roadbed. My bridge, by contrast, arises out of complete flatness, so some scenic remodelling would be of primary importance in dealing with the bridge's approaches and abutments.

First, I copy-paste-printed several images of the bridge for modelling inspiration, three views looking south and two looking north (below). The drawback to the top four images is that they show the appearance of the bridge after the 1970 rebuilding. A concrete foundation was poured, underpinning the vertical wooden bridge piers and the road approaches. Comparing that to the fifth image, the roughness of the limestone, the gap where the bridge was raised during WWII, and the stone/vegetation of the supports become apparent. I was modelling circa 1970, but now I've backdated that to circa 1966, so I need to reflect that fifth image.

I'll post my progress here as the rebuild evolves...

The first step was an unexpected one. I realized I had to reverse the direction of the Queen City Oil spur to preserve it in the face of the re-scenicking. That's OK because this would the direction it would have been, a trailing-point spur when heading north. Current underneath, new arrangement taking shape on top:

The next step was to clear off the bridge approaches, the sides of which I'd affixed some self-adhesive lichen backdrop, as a sheer vertical. I firmly attached the near bridge support to the layout surface from underneath. This approach was really too long anyway. The prototype River Street bridge was notoriously short, thereby steep, on the Rideau Street side.

I then decided that I needed to simulate the depression on the near side of the bridge. To do so, I built up 'Rideau Street' in the foreground then made some topography sloping down to the tracks on both sides of the approach from Rideau Street. I did so by screwing a piece of foam-core, scored to alter the topography, to the layout. I used two blocks of wood to raise the near side of the foam-core, shaping it in a 'U' up and over the near side of the approach. This has resulted in a shorter, more gradual but more believable near approach to the bridge. The shorter far approach remains unchanged because it covers a 'hidden' track to Dyeco under which I need adequate clearance for switching movements.

I then cooked up some papier-mache' [to reflect my surname, I say "papYAY-MASH-ay" as opposed to my good wife's Ontario-speak "PAY-per mashAY"]. I covered the foam-core and its edges and the approaches with newspaper strips. The near approach now much looks shorter and better. Though I'd like to have the depression slope up from the tracks on both sides, there are other elements in the way and I think it would stand out too much. This more subtle topography is better, at least for now...

Queen City Oil spur reverse, and paint is on. I also put a new limestone pattern on the near support. Now to work on the bridge railings and scenicking that green expanse. The first step was to sand off some of the sharp edges and newspaper wrinkles. I added a piece of basswood along the layout edge, and though I painted it I'll be working to make it more unobtrusive. 

I told my grandsons that I'd be scenicking a path through the scenery here for kids and others to use as a shortcut. Prototype aerial photos clearly show such paths criss-crossing grassy parts of Swamp Ward waterfront. That was part of the next phase. I'm working up the side of the depression scenically. Closing in the limestone abutments with greenery, because they aren't that prominent prior to the 1970 rebuild. I also strengthened the railings, streamlining the wooden bents and adding some timbers at their base. 

Our grandson was operating a Ford dealership at left during his recent visit! That is abetting my writer's block with scenicking those green spaces!

My newest locomotive crosses the CP on the diamond beneath the bridge:

A New Blog about Kingston Transit!

Just as my main Canadian railway blog 'Trackside Treasure' begat my 'Kingston's Hanley Spur' blog, now that blog has in turn begat the not-so-imaginatively-named 'Kingston Transit' blog. If you check it out here, you'll notice that the transit-related posts from this blog can also be read there. It's like asking the driver for a Transfer!

But that's just the first few coins in the fare-box. Watch for more history and stories of Kingston's history 'on the buses', definitely an under-represented part of Kingston's multi-faceted history!

John Mayell's Memories of the CN Switcher

This memory train keeps on running through some recently-published posts. First, I published a post on that 'tight squeeze' CN switching puzzle which then led to a correction to the original Whig captioning by fellow rail enthusiast and former Kingston resident John Mayell. That in turn led to a post on 40-year CN employee Ron Sturgess. Then, that post unlocked some further memories from John Mayell and led to the creation of this post!

(Top photo - CN 3103 at the Outer Station on June 17, 1977 with the CN Express shed and trucks in the background - Robert Farkas photo)

Here are John's memories of CN switching, the Outer Station, and even his potential railway employment! The good news for me is that John's memories shed some much-wanted light on how CN switched Kingston in my modelled era, especially since I have just backdated that era from circa 1970 to the late 1960s, coincident with the CP trackage moving out of downtown in 1966. Take it away, John...

Ron's name has sparked some good memories, I'd like to share a few with you.

Back around 1967 there was one yard job out of Kingston that worked some very long days. They switched the Hanley Spur, did Outer Station yard work, switched the Alcan plant and the Cataraqui Spur. Ron Sturgess was the Conductor on that job. At that time there was also a job called the Gan[anoque] Turn that ran east out of Belleville early every morning, usually with an RS-18 for power. Eastbound they worked C-I-L at Millhaven, sometimes they had set-outs at Kingston, then down to Gananoque to work the spur which always included cars for Stelco and occasionally Cow & Gate. Westbound back to Kingston, they usually arrived around 4 p.m. where they would pull into the north yard at the main line switch east of Elliott Avenue. Their Kingston work was to lift any Belleville cars that may be in the yard and then cross over both mains into the south yard (right behind my house) and grab the L-C-L express boxcar that was spotted next to the metal CN Express shed. This car was not ready to go until all the CN Express trucks had returned from their routes and their packages were loaded into the Belleville bound car. Many times they would couple up to the car and wait for the trucks to arrive, but they could only wait until a certain cut-off time. They needed to leave enough time to make the move back onto their train in the north yard and get out of town westbound to Belleville ahead of the passenger trains. This was back in the directional running and train-order days.

I was sitting on a pile of ties watching the Gan Turn switching in the yard after school one summer day in 1967 when I was invited into the cab by the engineer on this job, Mike Hogan. He had noticed me numerous times and realized I had been bitten by the 'railroad bug' and invited me to come back any time. Mike liked buttermilk, so I would occasionally go to Art's Groceteria across from the station with 35 cents, buy a quart of Brookside Dairy buttermilk and meet the train down at the switch where they entered the yard. It made Mike smile and I learned to like buttermilk too! I rode with them in the yard almost every day until the job was abolished, I think in the summer of 1968, and a second yard job was established in Kingston. Ron Sturgess was the conductor on the East Kingston job that worked the Hanley Spur, the yard itself and Gananoque while the West job worked Alcan, Permanent Concrete, the Counter Street team track and the Cataraqui Spur.

The two yard jobs alternated the weekend work, with Ron's job doing Saturday. They would usually only work DuPont and the goal was to get back to the west end of the Cataraqui Spur and out on the main eastbound before CN Passenger Train  No 60 showed up which was scheduled by Collins Bay at 1117. I rode with Ron's job almost every Saturday.

John continues the story with his hopes for a railway career...

Ron took a fall in the yard one winter and was off for a while with his injury. When he returned he took the Railiner conductor job that ran Kingston to Toronto and returned each day. I was trying to hire on to the railway but had to wait until I was 18 years old, so in the summer of 1970 I put my application at CNR Belleville, CPR Smiths Falls, CNR Brockville and thanks to Ron's generosity I got a free trip to Toronto on the Railiner to put my name in there as well. At that time CNR had just hired a bunch of guys at Belleville, so I was out of luck there. CPR in Smiths Falls put my application into the "no family working for CPR" pile and told me not to hold my breath. The Toronto trip was fun, but they already had a few hundred applications in the pile and my chances there were slim to none. The Brockville application was the surprise....

My father had an electrical business and I had worked there since I was 15 stripping electric motors, digging trenches for wiring, sweeping up and eventually as an electrician's helper. It looked like the dream railroad job wasn't going to happen, so my Dad encouraged me to register for an electrician apprenticeship. Back in those days you were indentured to the employer, so it was at least a 4 year commitment. I took his offer and was about 2 months into the apprenticeship when I got a letter from CNR offering me a chance at a brakeman position in Brockville! What to do? I recall the CNR official's name was I think a Mr. Jockinen, so I called him up and told him I was in an apprenticeship and was unable to take his offer. I'll never forget his reply: "You got a chance at a trade, you take it, and stay away from the %^&*$# railroad"!

CN 40-year Employee - Ron Sturgess

In a previous post, I included a miscaptioned Whig photo showing CN conductor 'Ron Stevens'. I heard from former Kingston resident and rail enthusiast John Mayell, who suggested the conductor's name was likely Ron Sturgess. It became apparent that John was correct. One thing, as it often does, led to another...

Ron Sturgess ran unsuccessfully for Kingston alderman in 1978, 1982 and 1985. He also noted his belief in the importance of representing the area one lives in, in this case Rideau Street in Cataraqui Ward. He'd lived at 342 since he was born. More specifically, still sleeping in the same bedroom in which he was delivered by a doctor in 1914! He was proud to note that he was the fourth generation of his family to live in the city's north end, attending Cataraqui and Robert Meek schools. Busy as a newspaper delivery boy, the papers included the British Whig, Daily Standard (amalgamated 1926), U.S. Sunday papers and even the Detroit Free Press from Morrison's restaurant.

He was often quoted in city columns sharing interesting details of his life along Kingston's industrial waterfront:

• as a boy, skinny-dipping near the [we now know] contaminated Davis Tannery property.
• his grandfather worked at the shipyards, locomotive works and tannery, apparently without any ill effects.
• he spoke well of the Davis family and how they kept 200 people employed at 25 cents per hour during the Great Depression.
• he recalled the original swamp in Swamp Ward, likely fed by a spring, also known as Caton's Pasture and years ago resembling a lake! A home for wildlife, though the fish were all in the river.

Having worked for CN for 40 years, and having survived several 'crashes', Ron Sturgess was mentioned in an amazing May 11, 1953 Whig story about a calamitous incident at the 'CN freight yards' at Place d'Armes. The above Whig photo appeared in the evening edition the same day. Talk about spot news! The caption notes that a member of the RCAMC and an unidentified workman endeavour to free driver George Bouyers of 2 Rideau Terrace. That building was adjacent to the Bajus Brewery - the incident occurred very close to his home! The unfortunate man's shoulder is just visible, and the efforts to free him took more than an hour.

Employed by KIMCO for five years, he was backing a stake-truck loaded with a 15-ton die up to the wooden unloading ramp at the 'CP siding' when the cargo shifted. It was his third attempt to reach the ramp and he braked sharply on an incline at the ramp. The wood blocking and the die slipped forward,  apparently bending the frame of the truck, driving the load towards the cab and crushing the unfortunate driver between the rear of the cab and the steering column. Providing aid to the civil power, RCEME members led by WO1 Jack Seymour and a wrecker from 207 Workshop were summoned from the Barriefield army base. Five RCEME NCOs were listed in the account, as were two mechanics, all before a large crowd of onlookers and a fire crew on standby.

The CN train crew was listed as Conductor Sid Lathangue of Belleville, Engineer Bruce Lynch, Ron Sturgess (a fireman at the time and the locomotive likely a steam engine), and Brakeman Earl Barnes.

Here's the most interesting part of the story, at least to me! While the army wrecker was used to anchor the front of the buckled truck, a cable was attached to the rear of the CN crew's locomotive in an attempt to lessen the weight of the die in the back of the truck. 

But...when it was decided to make use of the locomotive, three freight cars had to be 'moved off the siding' for access. The only locomotive in the vicinity was a CN one, and the crew did not wait for permission to 'switch the CP property'. The crew immediately stopped delivering their own cars to begin work on the rescue attempt.

I have to wonder if the CN crew used the mutual track across Ontario Street to gain CP rails.

Married to his wife Lola for 59 years, Ron Sturgess died in 1995.

Parked Car Parks Train

This little-known drama played out on October 21, 1969.

A CN switcher crew had barely made its way across Ontario Street with the Public Utilities Commission two-storey offices visible in the background (top photo). On their way to the Canadian Locomotive Co. (officially Fairbanks Morse Canada that point) property on Ontario Street to pick up an empty car. Operations had ceased on July 1, with the last load of product being shipped out on June 27 of that year. 

Only the top photo made it past the Whig's photo editor, with horizontal cropping removing much of the excess at top and bottom of the top photo.

The locomotive is not visible, nor is much of the Ontario Northland Railway boxcar it was pushing. We can see at least three crewmen in the photos, with the engineer likely remaining in the locomotive. The conductor eyeing up the Oldsmobile with the newly-built Holiday Inn and Shoal Tower visible in the background:

CN conductor Ron Stevens Sturgess told the photographer that he "did not have the mobility" to possibly manoeuvre his train, constrained by its sinewy steel pathway around parked cars behind the triangular shaped buildings fronting Ontario Street. Due to the then-infrequent movements along CN rails (the only one of two lines remaining after CP pulled out of its operations in favour of a land deal and the creation of Confederation Park) cars were apparently commonly parking on or near the tracks between Holiday Inn and Confederation Park.

Surprisingly, Whig-Standard photographer Bill Baird was there to document it (all three photos from Queen's University Archives, Kingston Whig-Standard Fonds, V142.7-120). Interestingly, the pile of cinder blocks in the photos was not impeding the train's progress. Another car is visible on the opposite side of the Oldsmobile:

Cars are still parking there, though the track has been gone for 55 years and no longer complicates the situation! Current Google maps image:

The movement's approximate location and direction of travel towards CLC:

Regional Emergency Services Ambulances in Kingston

Now that I've built an HO-scale version of the Ontario Street Kingston Fire Department fire hall, what about other emergency services in my modelled era? At the Kingston Fall Fair on September 12, 1968 an ambulance display was set up. Featuring one of three new Regional Emergency Services overseen by the Ontario Hospital Services Committee, the Ford ambulances operated out of Hotel Dieu Hospital. 

The archival photo (above - Queen's University Archives. V142-6-122. Kingston Whig-Standard Fonds) is quite different from the one that appeared in the Whig (below). Cropped closer and focused more on the people than the ambulance. Answering questions was driver-attendant William Pippy:

In action! A motor vehicle collision on Highway 401 between Sydenham Road and Highway 38 on December 3, 1969 was photographed by a Whig photographer:

The photos that didn't appear in the newspaper (below - Queen's University Archives. V142-7-157. Kingston Whig-Standard Fonds) show both ends of the ambulance. The striping was likely navy blue.  I remember larger Dodge versions in succeeding years. This was in the era of load-n-go, with little room in the back of the van for supplies or equipment:

Modelling the Ontario Street Switchman's Shanty

Probably the most important shack (of likely many shacks) in Kingston. The switchman's shanty guarded to northern entrance to the CN-CP mutual track across Ontario Street. Now that I'm modelling the CN-CP trackage across from City Hall, it's led to the yard [re]design, building of the K&P station, the Kingston Milling Co. and the Ontario Street fire hall, and this particular shack.

Imagine the job description for the switchman that inhabited this modest wooden structure. You will be responsible for clearing every train movement across the most prominent access point to Kingston from the east. Hours of boredom punctuated by moments of the panic of an approaching, but very low-speed train almost at the end of its run. Or the beginning. You will indicate signals to permit the train to cross the street and promote deconfliction with any other trains vying to occupy the same track, from either railway. You will also be a valuable witness for the cases of many motorists who insist racing the train sometimes not ending well! Shelter, stove and bench provided. 

The above photo, provided by Charles Cooper is the absolute BEST one I've found of this humble structure, not to mention the structures and scene in the background. I rummaged through my stacks of shacks and found one that had formerly been a boathouse on the Inner Harbour before I ran out of room for boathouses!

Until this photo surfaced the new BEST one I've seen. Fellow ARK member Andrew Jeanes posted this photo, "recently shared by Exporail (the Canadian Railway Museum at St-Constant, QC), showing the flagman's cabin at the junction between the Canadian National (former Grand Trunk) and Canadian Pacific (former Kingston and Pembroke) on Ontario Street at Barrack Street in downtown Kingston. The photographer is looking roughly north toward the Soward's Coal Co. in the background. Based on the cars visible in the photo, I think it must be from the late 1940s or early 1950s. The photographer is unidentified. Note the ivy growing up the sides of the building and the flower pot in front of the door." The 179 millboard is a bit misleading. It's actually 1.79 of the CN [then] Kingston Subdivision to the waterfront, the start of the Mi 1.79-1.94 joint track with CP's Kingston Subdivision.

The shack had a brick finish, which I decided to cover over with horizontal siding. That meant sanding off some brick details, finding a roof with the right pitch, and reproducing the prototype doors and windows. The boathouse roof was grey siding, but needed to be shingles. I worked around the end door, added another one to a side wall, downsized one window and added another adjacent to the door. I rummaged around for a chimney, finding a nice metal casting from a train-show find $10 junk box.

I began the re-skinning, adding styrene strips for the corners. 

In the process, I decided the roof pitch was now good, but the shack was too long. I removed about three scale feet from each side and reassembled, cutting a hole in the roof for the chimney, then adding the signal superstructure and singular train-order signal blade. The whole structure was painted maroon, with the shingled roof black.

I added a bench for the switchman in nice weather, coal box apparently smaller than the prototype. On the layout, just awaiting some final scenicking. The mutual track is off to the left, with CN's continuous-run track over my 'Montreal Street subway'.