- anna smith
- January 28, 2013 - 00:36
What a great tribute to Gordon,he lived across the road from us and like Gordon would and did say you now live in upper Canada and he always referred On.as upper Canada and of course I being a mainlander as Gordon would say had a lot to prove and over time I did,Gordon spent alot of time at the house and drank alot of tea,that's when he wasn't trouting or gone in the woods and the day I left Bishop's Cove,Gordon was the last person I saw and he pulled the gate across for me and as we are saying our goodbyes and my son Brien missed Gordon alot and when Brien would go to visit Gordon and Marion was #1 on the list,Gordon had a big heart and he would do anything for you and he was opinionated and if he could get a rise out of ya he would,I really liked Gordon,I loved listening to his stories and he knew Nfld history inside and out and very proud of his heritage,I cried the day he passed as he was our very good friend and he will be missed by Aunt Suzanna's crowd.
- Paul Smith
- January 27, 2013 - 17:39
Yes indeed, I can tell by your words that you knew him well.
- Winston Adamskk
- January 27, 2013 - 11:24
I knew Gordon. He lived up the road from me. He was 6 years older, so we were not friends in the 50s. By the mid 60s he was working as a carpenter,and had a nice car. When home, he was a buddy of other near by young single men: Alton Lynch, Leander Williams, Johnnie Garland ; all with a reputation as heavy drinkers. Gordon, in particular, delighted in pulling pranks, and getting his buddies in trouble, but all in fun. Eventually they all settled down. In 87 I built a cottage in Bishop's Cove, over looking Quilty's Cove and spent weekends and holidays there. By then Gordon was 47. I hired him and our friend and neighbour Harvey Mercer to build a 8 x10 fishing stage near the shore. After work I would join them for a few beers. I got to know Gordon better. My cottage had a big deck overlooking the Cove and with a view from Spaniard's Bay, to Madrock, to Bell Island. Over the next 20 years many was the time Gordon would drop by. In summer, we would sit outdoors , overlooking the bay. He would talk and I would listen. He talked about the old timers,and who had fished out of the Cove. He talked about uncle Eli Smith and his wife, and Julie. He talked about Anson, their "retarded" son. He talked about aunt Hannah and aunt Vickie, and Uncle Joe Lynch, and uncle Tom Lynch. He talked about uncle Joe Peddle, who lived in on the hill. It wasn't just talk. Gordon describes their character and the way of life here in the 40s, 50s and 60s. He often described some humourous event that would bring a smile for him and me. He talked about the Gospel preachers who came here in the 50s. He was there on Quilty's Bank the day Anson fought the preacher. He had a remarkable memory.Two hours would pass like 10 minutes.I delighted in hearing his stories that added to my knowledge of our community. I learned that Gordon also read extensively had a keen interest in Nfld history. He had little time for local papers with little historical content. He could talk about Squires, the Merchants of St. Johns, about Joey, or Peter Cashin. While he lacked much formal education he was much more knowledge than others with university degrees. Of interest to me, he said he had never heard uncle Joe Lynch say he had travelled to Hudson Bay on a salvage mission. I had long sought a photograph of the "Village Belle". That was a schooner abandoned by the Mounties in 1915 and salvaged by my father, Capt. Esau Adams in 1918. I had assumed that no photograph existed, until a few years ago Gordon dropped by. He spread out a 10 x14 photograph saying "you can have this one." It was a sharp, close up photograph, you could see the features of the men on deck, And on the stern the large letters of the name VILLAGE BE.... A gift of 1000 dollars could not have been more peasing to me. On a later visit, I passed along to him to my father's journal "The Salvage of the Village Belle". He made himself comfortable on the chesterfield, and never spoke for more than an hour, until he had finished reading every word. And this was in much contrast to my family members who had shown little interest in this. Gordon indeen had a great love for Nfld history. Somein the community, as might be expected, didn't like Gordon. And there were some that Gordon didn't like. He had a distain for those who were extreme hippicites. That, I suppose, is a virtue, and would be learned from the teachings of Christ. But Gordon would be the last to say he himself had not sinned, and he did give up the drinking altogether. Gordon, himself had a very houmourous side. He told me " it's strange, if you tell someone a lie they'll beleive if, if you tell them the truth, they won't beleive it." Some will say Gordon told many a whopper. But, in my opinion, Gordon never intended to deceive. A keen observer could detect that twinkle in his eye. He liked to joke. he liked to pull your leg. Alton Lynch was one of his last visitors before his passing. Gordon knew his time was short. His voice was shallow. " Alton, say goodbye to the boys for me. And if you like, you can make a donation to the church on my behalf. 150 dollars would be good." And Alton, probably his best and longest friend, is left to wonder, the donation thing, was he serious? I too liked Gordon. I will miss him.