My grandmother Elizabeth, dad's mom, was a young woman with small children when the Halifax Explosion happened. She lost her eye but her life was saved. My other grandmother, Mary, mom's mother, was very young at the time. She was only born in 1909/10 and was still in school. She and mom both told me that during breakfast that morning, her mother Selina, wouldn't let her leave for school until everyone ate their breakfast. My great uncle Tubby (Robert) was a very slow eater and use to count his beans or peas if he had to leave the table for anything. Then when he returned, he would count them again to make sure no one took any. It was a family joke, but they loved him all the same.
I have to say that when Nan and mom told me that when Tubby was finally ready to go to school, the kids got all wrapped up since it was winter. Halifax had very bad winters many years ago and up until about the last 10 to 15 years. Anyway, I'm getting off track here. Nan said that as they were walking to school, Tubby slowing them down, the two ships in the Halifax Harbour, Mont Blanc and Imo collided and the sound was so loud, it could be heard miles away. As they approached the school, they saw a little boy and a woman go into the school just as the explosion happened. All they saw of the child and woman was a leg that fell to the ground and the school building was razed to the ground. To this day, we all thank Tubby for his slow eating and walking, otherwise I wouldn't be here to write this.
In fact, Boston, MA felt the tremors of the explosion. They were one of the first to offer help to Halifax. The day after the horrific explosion where so many people lost their lives, especially children, there was the worst blizzard storm for the people to contend with. It made it very difficult for rescue attempts and finding people under the rubble. I have more stories, but I think I'll write another blog specifically for that.
One of the stories that generated from that infamous day was the blown glass window in St. Paul's church at Grand Parade in Halifax. You can see in the picture below how the shape of the glass represents a man's figure and head. I was assured by my minister (it's my church) that no one was blown through the glass but that the explosion blew the glass in this way. Today, tourist still flock to St. Paul's church because of the glass figure and that St. Paul's is the oldest Protestant Church in Canada. It was erected in 1749 and imitates St. Paul's Cathedral in London.
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