Another magical weekend
I have heard it said that you should pay attention when coincidences start to occur, because it means something significant is happening. Well, last weekend (November 9-11) there was something significant going on alright: our much anticipated launch of The Precious Seed in Fergus, Ontario. And sure enough, it was accompanied by a trio of coincidences that defy explanation.
There was a buzz in the air on the Friday evening as friends, family and Fergus folks gathered at Roxanne’s Reflections on St. Andrew Street. Both the Friday night and the Saturday afternoon events went extremely well, with lots of participation from those in attendance who had stories to share about Fergus and the Black and Templin families. And it was great to spend time with family who we don’t see very often.
Many thanks to Roxanne and her bookshop staff, to Sarah and Lindsay at the Fergus Branch of the Wellington County Library, to Rob Black whose beautiful display honouring Hugh Black was perfect for the occasion, to Al Koop and Gary Bryant for their always entertaining contribution, and to all who came out. We could not have asked for more, and David and I feel honoured and grateful to have been part of such a meaningful milestone.
So now, what about those those coincidences I mentioned? I will just recount the first (and most amazing) one, and let the reader decide what it means. At breakfast Saturday morning, we met Beth and Dave, a couple from Regina who were in town to visit Beth’s mother. By coincidence her family name is “Black.” We laughed and told her of our place in the Black family. It turns out that she is of the Belwood Blacks, and we of the Fergus Blacks. We may still be related by some marriage along the way, such as when Hugh Black’s daughter Jennet married a John Black, who may well have been part of the Belwood Blacks.
We told them about the novel and about the passage David was going to read at the library that afternoon about the search for little Elizabeth Black who had become lost in the woods. Beth then said, “That’s MY name. I’m Elizabeth Black.” Beth and Dave looked at each other and laughed, explaining that this Elizabeth “Beth” Black is bad with directions and always getting lost. As a girl, Beth often explored the woods around Fergus, just like little Elizabeth Black in the story. This coincidence was getting even more intriguing. But there’s more.
Little Elizabeth from the story was the daughter of the aforementioned Jennet and John Black. So it could well be that she is related to the girl in the story, that we are all descended from the protagonist of The Precious Seed, and that our family branches diverge at his granddaughter, Elizabeth.
After all this, Beth just had to buy the book. I decided to place the bookmark in her book at the beginning of the section where the search for Elizabeth Black begins. I knew it was near the end, and as I flipped the pages looking for it, Beth casually said “I bet it’s Chapter 23.” Curious, but doubtful, I flipped to the start of Chapter 23. There I saw the exact sentence I was looking for.
I was astounded, but Beth just smiled. It was as if she already knew something cosmic was at work. I asked why she guessed 23, and she said those are her birth numbers. I never did ask what that meant, but I assume it has something to do with the numerology of birth dates.
Now, I like numbers just fine, but numerology isn’t something I would normally give much weight. I prefer hard facts. But the fact is, this uncanny coincidence really did occur, followed by two others that day, in the town of Fergus where we had come to celebrate something very meaningful, something that connects us to the past, to the town and to our family roots.
So you tell us, was it just coincidence, or was it “the magic of Fergus” once again?
Mark
Fergus beckons
With the official book launch only one day away now, I can feel that familiar draw toward Fergus again. The sound of the bagpipes from last summer still echoes in my memory, so it seems somehow appropriate that Remembrance Day is also this weekend. Maybe we’ll hear and feel the pipes again, this time with their haunting call to remember and honour those who have served our country. As the song says, “And your soul won’t fade away/ You live forever when the pipers play.”
But November 11 isn’t until Sunday. Before that, music of another kind promises to liven up Saturday’s event at the library. Just as The Precious Seed brings Fergus history to life in the reader’s mind, the lads from Older Voices bring it to life in the flesh! Who knows which characters might spring from the pages of the novel to regale us with songs and stories? You’ll find out if you come out Saturday at 1:00 to the Fergus Branch of the Wellington County Library.
David and I are looking forward to the events on Friday evening and Saturday afternoon, and to connecting again with family in the birthplace of our grandfather, Hugh Templin.
See you tomorrow, Fergus.
Mark
In the news
With less than two weeks to go before the launch, we are starting to get some interest, comments and questions about the novel, not only from Fergus and Ottawa, but also from such distant places as Nova Scotia, Florida, California and England.
In the Fergus area, our November 9 launch event is announced as an upcoming Author Event on the website of our host, Roxanne’s Reflections Book & Card Shop, and The Precious Seed is now listed as one of their Featured Books.
An article also appears in the current Wellington Advertiser.
Finally, many family members have confirmed attendance on November 9 and 10, which will make the occasion that much more meaningful and memorable for all of us.
Mark
Update on Book Launch
The official launch is only a month away now, and we are thrilled to unveil the details of the two events we have planned for that weekend in Fergus:
Official Launch Event
When: Friday, November 9, 7:00 PM
Where: Roxanne’s Reflections Book and Card Shop
152 St. Andrew St. West, Fergus, Ontario
Mark and David Templin will be there for a Meet & Greet event where we will talk about the novel, read excerpts from it, and answer questions. “The Precious Seed” will be available for sale starting that night at Roxanne’s Reflections.
Library Event
When: Saturday November 10th, 1:00 PM
Where: Fergus Branch of the Wellington County Library
190 St. Andrew Street West, Fergus, Ontario
Mark and David will officially donate a copy of “The Precious Seed” to the library. We will also discuss the novel, read excerpts from it and answer questions.
All are welcome to attend either or both events. If you can’t make it to Roxanne’s Friday night, we hope to see you at the library Saturday afternoon.
Mark and David
Official Launch: November 9, 2012
Well, the novel has finally been edited, revised, formatted and sent to print at Baico Publishing in Ottawa! I am pleased to announce that the official launch of The Precious Seed will be the evening of Friday November 9, 2012, in Fergus, Ontario of course. We are still working out some of the details, and don’t want to steal the thunder from our host for the launch event in Fergus, so I will leave it at that for now.
Obviously is very exciting to have an official release date after so many years in the making. There is still much to do over the next seven weeks, and we will enjoy every minute of it. We’ll also share some of that experience and post launch event details here on the blog.
Many thanks to Beth our editor, and to Ray and Stephanie at Baico for helping to make this happen.
We hope to see a good crowd in Fergus on November 9. Stay tuned for the exact time, location, and other details.
Mark
The Magic of Fergus
As we drive up highway 6 from Guelph towards Fergus I am aware of a transformation taking place. Fergus is only slightly higher than Guelph in elevation, however I sense the land is rising in front of us. It has been over 40 years since, as a child of less than 10 years old, I came to visit Fergus with my family. It was that long ago that we used to drive to Fergus from Ottawa each summer, yet the farms and trees now seem familiar to me.
I couldn’t help but think of Stephen Leacock’s last chapter in Sunshine Sketches of a Little town. The narrator describes a train trip from the city to Mariposa. He describes how the passengers and the train itself change around him as he approaches the town. He is being transported back to a simpler time and place.
Even as a child, I felt that there was something timeless about Fergus. All the buildings there seemed older. The town seemed to belong to the space. The trees and the river appeared unperturbed by the buildings and people around them. The beautiful old lime stone house where my grand parents lived was called Briarlea. To me, Fergus was a magical place where it was normal that a house and its yard had a name. Just down at the end of Union Street there was a tiny gas station with an old style gas pump in front of it. We were allowed to walk there to buy a grape flavoured gum ball or maybe even a hot cherry flavoured one. When I was in Fergus, I was in a different world.
Today, as we enter Fergus from the South we are greeted by a car dealership and a shopping mall. Those things could exist anywhere in North America. The disappointment of that sight quickly disappears as we cross a threshold and start the descent towards the Grand River. I am welcomed by the presence of the old High School building still intact (although partially boarded up). Across the river, the white steeple of St Andrew’s church appears just as it did when we entered the town 40 years ago.
The tree lined lanes, the lime stone houses, all appear to be exactly the way they should be. Crossing the bridge over the still picturesque Grand River we turn down St. Andrew’s Street and now I am 10 years old again. Well, not exactly, because I am driving a car and I didn’t when I was 10, however, there is some part of my mind from 40 plus years ago that has been reawakened.
The traffic is different here. The cars are more polite. Maybe, its just that I am not in a hurry any more. When we get out of the car, and walk down the street, people smile and say hello. Or was that me, who smiled and said hello first? I don’t know, and I don’t care. I have been transported to a different time and place.
That has been my renewed impression of Fergus. Yes, there are some changes that I am aware of, but the changes seem right. The walking bridge over the Grand was not there before, but its presence now adds to my appreciation of the town. The old fashioned gas pump is gone, but the little gas station is still there. I wonder if they sell grape and hot cherry gum balls?
The journey that started with the discovery of our grandpa’s novel has taken me back to Fergus, and Fergus has reawakened an idealized view of the world around me that I used to have as a child.
Thank-you Grandpa, and thank-you Fergus.
David Templin
A Long Lost Manuscript Launches Our Journey of Discovery
“Did you know that Grandpa wrote a novel?”
Our journey of discovery began with that question from our cousin Laura. Don’t all great journeys begin with a question?
We knew that our grandfather, Hugh Templin, had written many stories as publisher of the local newspaper in his hometown of Fergus, Ontario. But this was the first we had heard of his one and only novel, so naturally we were intrigued. Laura told us about the long-lost manuscript that her father, our Uncle Bill, had recently rediscovered among some old papers. Grandpa had finished writing The Precious Seed in 1967, three years before he died, but it had remained unpublished, and almost forgotten.
When we finally read the novel, it was like travelling back in time six generations to 1834, when Fergus consisted of three log buildings. As historical fiction, it allows us to imagine what it was like to be one of those Scottish pioneers struggling to tame a new land. As a story about our roots and our heritage, it sheds light on who we are and where we come from.
We learned that the founders of Fergus were drawn to the hills and fertile land around the steep banks of the Grand River in Upper Canada because it provided everything they needed to establish the ideal Scottish-Canadian community. It felt like home to them. As descendants of those settlers, never having lived in Fergus, we feel the same mysterious draw. We cannot visit the area without feeling a profound sense of belonging.
We are now publishing The Precious Seed, and launching this site, to share this continuing story of discovery.
We think the novel will strike a chord with those who can trace their roots to Fergus, with the many more who can trace their roots back to Scotland, and with anyone who enjoys Canadian historical fiction.
And we dedicate this site to the more universal curiosity about family, heritage and geographic roots. Where will that curiosity take us?
Stay tuned, we will tell you about our journey, and we hope to hear about your journeys too!
David and Mark Templin