Rarely do I ever pass by number 1 Caroline St. but what I don't think of my mentor the late Ford W. Moynes. Ford was one time owner of the home located there and it was he who enticed me into joining the editorial staff of the Watchman Warder.
Ford had started his career with the Lindsay Daily Post then left Lindsay where he went to work for the Stratford Beacon-Herald. He returned to Lindsay some years later and became editor of the Watchman Warder under publisher Stanley R. Pitts.
I always enjoyed Ford's sense of humor and the guidance he gave me in the newspaper field although I never did care for proof reading which he had me do as well as sweeping out the offices and emptying the wastepaper baskets but in Ford's words "it's all part of your apprenticeship Jack" he would say.
Eventually Ford left the Warder and returned to The Post and started writing a newsy column called "Along The Main Street" which contained an incredible amount of Lindsay's history. This he did until his death back in 1982.
Recently I was talking to his daughter, Jacquelyne Price, who resides in Ottawa and we were doing a little reminiscing about her dad and of Lindsay in general and I made mention of a poem Ford had written called "The Scugog River". Jacquelyne wasn't aware that her dad was a bit of a poet nor did she know that such a poem existed. I am, perhaps, a little partial since I had a close relationship with Ford and so I would like to share his little poem with you. It goes as follows:
THE SCUGOG RIVER
You may have trod old London's streets
And seen the Thames acquiver,
But I have seen a lovely moon
Above the Scugog River.
You may have cheered for Kings and Queens
Who rode in pomp and splendor
But I have stood where young love stood
When eyes were bright and tender.
You may have stood on mountain peak
And watched the Fraser raging
Or seen Mackenzie's mighty flood,
Forever northward surging.
But I aver to you who find
Your greatest joy in roving,
There's far more bliss on Scugog's banks
Mid hearts well-loved and loving.