Edith and a beau. Is this Charlie Gagne?
In early May, 1910, Edith Nicholson writes her mom a letter from her Missionary School in Westmount. She thanks her mom for the phone call the night before, consoling her for her loss. Her ‘beau’ one Charlie Gagne has been killed in a hotel fire in Cornwall, the Rossmore Fire.
In all the Nicholson stash of letters of the 1910 era, there are only a few long distance phone calls made. All for very special occasions. It cost too much to use the phone – and besides, the post moved quickly in those days.
The Rossmore Fire of Cornwall, Ontario is an infamous one: a dozen or so people died. Many more escaped, climbing out of windows. According to the news accounts of the day, it was mostly the boarders who died. These people felt they knew the hotel, so tried to escape by taking halls and stairwells… but they wereover come with smoke. Only a part of Charlie’s body was recovered. Hopefully, Edith didn’t read about that fact.
Coincidentally, another, more important person died right around then: Edward VII. Likely all the public mourning over the King’s death must have somehow played into Edith’s own, more personal mourning. I will have to figure this out as I write her story for my next e-book. The follow up to Threshold Girl www.tighsolas.ca/page10.pdf.pdf
Edith and Charlie were not engaged, but they did have ‘an understanding.’ This is how Edith later explained it to a niece.
If the Census of 1911 is correct, Charlie was a French Canadian, the only son of elderly farmers and he worked as a bank clerk. Not a very likely prospect for Edith…Perhaps this is why her father, Norman, doesn’t comment on the man after being introduced to him at the train station.
Charlie is a Presbyterian, for in a letter to Edith before his death, he tells her he is spending all this time at the Presbyterian Church. Perhaps he converted for her..Who knows?
I think, for the purposes of my book about Edith, I will make him a convert of Westmount Methodist… that can be why she finds work there, he tells her about the school.
1095 Greene Avenue
May 3, 1910
Mother Dear,
Your letter received this am. It was so good to hear your voice over the phone. It was quite natural. Oh, how I wish I could talk over everything with you. It seems terribly hard to think it all for the best, when there are so many that are of no use living on and others that are held in esteem cut off in a moment. One thing, I am very thankful for that he wrote me. No doubt one of the last things that he did. I can’t express my feelings. I never felt so badly in my life. But I suppose there are few who have had so pleasant a one as I have, and trouble comes to all.
I had a letter from Bert this noon. Said she knew I must feel very badly as they all did. She said all she could think was the way he used to jig around the camp and tell us about all of his many trips. Herb Tucker called her up on Friday night and told her. I am wondering if he will call me up when he returns from Toronto
I wrote father a long letter last night and Marion wrote one today. It is a blessing that I have my work and that we are nearly finished. Three weeks will soon pass. I interviewed Dr. Villard yesterday afternooon. He said I was wanted back. I asked if it would be possible to get any raise in salary. Said he was sure he could get me $25. That would make $200.I’m glad that that’s settled: same staff back next year.
Tell Bert I received her letter, but I won’t write for a while. She was very kind to think of it.
Your loving
Edith



