THRESHOLDGIRL…..thoughts as I write Threshold Girl the ebook

April 9, 2012

Titanic Era Canada


My Free E-book Threshold Girl is about Flora Nicholson’s 1911/12 year at Macdonald Teachers School (and has a child welfare theme). I am right now working on a parallel story about her sister Edith (a teacher at Westmount Methodist, who, in 1910, loses her great love in a Cornwall hotel fire). And then I’ll start working on sister Marion’s story. Marion is my husband’s grandmother, and she rose to be President of the Montreal Teachers Union, during the war. She’s second left from the picture above, a 1905 McGill Normal School portrait.


Blog posts are written off the top of the head (or at least mine are) but essays need time. I wrote the essay below for an education magazine. It is about Marion in 1912 and encapsulates what is happening in Canada in “the Titanic Era.”


At the end of Threshold Girl I have Flora, Marion and mother Margaret heading off to visit their friends, the McCoys on Hutchison to attend a party in celebration of Flo’s graduation. It’s around June 20. The fact was, Isabel McCoy, Marion’s friend, a 28 year old newly wed who was once a teacher, sailed for Europe around that time, just two months after the Titanic sank.  Here’s the article.


Originally in Fall 2007 Education Canada Magazine. All Rights Reserved by the author.

In 1912 Canada, an ambitious 26 year old career woman was invited to accompany family friends on a cruise to Europe.

She couldn’t go.

“Teachers,” she wrote in a letter home to her mother, “will have to make more money before I ever see Paris.”

Marion Nicholson, the woman in question, was pulling in a comparatively excellent salary teaching grade five at Royal Arthur School in southwest Montreal: 650 dollars year!

That’s a full 400 dollars more than her older sister, Edith, was earning at a missionary school in toney Westmount. And 150 dollars more than her younger sister, Flora, would earn as a first year teacher in September in Griffintown.

Somewhat more than a top notch cook (480 dollars a year) and somewhat less than a highly-skilled hat maker (1000 dollars a year). Yes, teaching in Canada had come a long way since 1900 when the McGill’s Carrie Derick had described the profession as low-paid, overcrowded and cheerless.

Still Europe wasn’t in the cards for her.

You see, ‘the demands on her purse’ (as Marion put it) were heavy. Over and above her personal expenses: 20 dollars a month for room and board; a new fashionable hat each year (7.50 at Ogilvy); 10 cents a day for the streetcar and an occasional play at His Majesty’s Theatre (50 cents for the cheap seats) there were her family obligations.

In 1912, The Nicholsons were ‘dead broke’, in danger of losing their Richmond, Quebec home, Tighsolas, (lighthouse in Scottish Gaelic) to creditors. Time and time again Marion was called upon to bail them out. “I am sending you the 50 dollars from my raise,” she writes in September of 1912. “I don’t need it for I am not getting married, and that’s what girls save for, isn’t it, a trousseau?”


Marion 1912 era


I know all this because I lately happened upon a trunk load of documents from the 1907-1913 era, letters, diaries and more. Although these papers reveal little about the classrooms of the day (darn!) they are a window on a truly pivotal era in world history.

I’ve become quite knowledgeable about the 1910 era – and what a time it was! Had Marion made it to Paris in 1912, she would have found herself at the very epicenter of a massive cultural upheaval, occasioned by new technologies. Had she wandered north, uphill, to the heart of Montmartre, she might have found herself outside Picasso’s cluttered studio, where he had unveiled, in 1907, Les Demoiselles D’Avignon, a painting set in a Barcelona brothel that sent shock waves through the art community.

Worlds apart, you say. Why juxtapose the image of a prim Presbyterian pedagogue, her curves squeezed into a corset and shrouded in a “school marmish” (her words) shirtwaist suit with some angular, glaring ladies of the evening?

Well, because Picasso created this iconic canvas in direct response to the changes happening around him in the world.

In Canada, we had the somewhat less sexy Royal Commission on Industrial Training and Technical Education, launched by Laurier in response to the economic challenges of the new Industrial Age. The final report, published in 1913, recommended, among many things, that education be compulsory for children 5 to 14 years of age. (Women’s groups, especially, applauded.)

Back in her austere classroom in that institutional brick school building in Little Burgundy, Marion, the humble instructress, was surely sensing these shockwaves, on some level, at least.

Today, we are experiencing a similar cultural upheaval. All of Cyberspace can be called the  epicenter, and some warehouse in Seattle or high rise in Singapore might be the 2007 version of Picasso’s studio. The best part: with digital technology, any teacher, any student in any classroom anywhere can potentially place him/herself, well, ah, plunk on Pablo’s lap…top.

Marion Nicholson quit teaching in 1913 to marry Hugh Blair. She had been depressed about work. “They have hired a mere boy out of school for the seventh form and given him 850 to start. It makes me sick.”

She returned to the profession only in 1928 after being widowed and cut out of her husband’s share of the family business. Not one to dwell on the past, she became a union activist and, eventually, President of the Provincial Association of Protestant Teachers during WWII.

When she died prematurely of a heart attack in 1948, the Montreal Gazette sang her praises on the OP-Ed page. “With the death of Marion A. N. Blair, education in Quebec, indeed, the whole Dominion has suffered a serious loss.”

The editorial told of her tireless efforts to win better salaries and pensions for teachers in Quebec and explained how she had represented the Canadian Teachers’ Federation at a UNESCO education conference the previous summer. Where was this conference held? In Sèvres, a suburb of the French capital. So, Marion Nicholson, my husband’s grandmother, did finally make it to Paris, and on a teacher’s salary at that.
Back to Dorothy Nixon Essays

Marion, as Master Teacher and Union Leader, 1940′s.

July 27, 2011

Delineator Discovery!

Filed under: 1910 Women,Laurier Era women,the Delineator — thresholdgirl @ 12:52 pm

I found my Delineator! The the 1910 era women were depicted wearing flowers or sniffing them….

The irony, it is from August 1909, only a month earlier than my new acquisition.

Anyway, I’ve purchased one from August 1911, the month Margaret and Marion sew Flora up for school. So all is well.

And with the cool air, my head has unclogged and I fixed up the middle part of Theshold Girl. Simply, efficiently, by putting it in chronological order.

The day I spent fixing the graphics allowed me to work on the problem without working on the problem…Obliquely.

Hmm.

I got an email form Workopolis: I guess I am on their list. The subject line intrigued me.. “The 10 doomed industries or industries with no future.”

Well, I guess it’s no worse than any other newspaper article, so I read it.

According to this workopolis promo e-mail…. Newspaper journalist is the worse profession, followed by apparel manufacturing and textile mills.

Journalists are a dime a dozen these days, with citizen journalists. And for those who took a degree: Just work for a tabloid then go into consulting for the government or police.. or straight into PR.

Or blog if you are above all that, and make money at some side-job.

My husband’s profession, electronic newsgathering, wasn’t listed in the Workopolis article. Although video post production was.

There are more news outlets than ever, but these often hire models and talking heads. And the way things happen: a story is covered to death and then forgotten. “Nothing in Moderation” has to be the slogan of news media these days.

Of course, that’s what’s wrong with the world, but what can you do.

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