“Celebrate our cities” in New Brunswick, home to eight cities.
Moncton, Dieppe, Fredericton, Saint John, Edmundston, Campbellton, Bathurst and Miramichi
Prince Edward Island has 2 cities, Charlottetown and Summerside, and clear rules as to who may form a city.
“Under the province’s Municipal Government Act, a municipality may incorporate as a city if it has an estimated population that meets or exceeds 15,000 and a total property assessment value that meets or exceeds $750-million.”
Newfoundland and Labrador has three cities, St. John’s, Mt. Pearl and Gander – and 268 towns.
Former municipalities of Newfoundland?
“…no longer has incorporated cities. They were amalgamated”
Taxation without representation
Amalgamated? You mean a municipal coup. Without consent, amalgamation is just a bloodless coup. Is, not was.
A coup of local government is a violent act – one that is reinflicted every day by every MLA, by every councillor who does not speak up.
With every new added legislative insult upon the senses, with every democratic check & balance dissolved, with every attempted legitimization of an illegitimate body created without consent, from anyone.
Fiefs elected, mostly not, continue to pretend this municipal coup was a legitimate political act. It was NOT.
It will never be forgotten because it continues. Because the corruption and attempted legitimization continues, unbounded from evidence based decision making like the container it inhabits. Corrupt in its incarnation, intent, and actions.
Halifax Regional Municipality, its very DNA, from the top down; an insult to everything cities are supposed to be about. Nova Scotia invites the most indignant contempt, and it will get it.
This imposition must not stand, it will not stand. Illegitimate HRM will be resisted at every opportunity, FOREVER.
Article 20: “No one may be compelled to belong to an association.”
Article 21: “The will of the people shall be the basis of the authority of government”.
“Changes in local authority boundaries shall not be made without prior consultation of the local communities concerned, possibly by means of a referendum where this is permitted by statute.”
During the holidays there was always a regatta with a varied program of rowing, log-rolling, paddling, swimming and diving contests arranged to suit all ages. The boys and girls cheerfully cooperated by soliciting small articles for prizes from merchants, and by selling regatta programs at a small fee. The proceeds went into a fund to build a cribwork across the Canal at South Street. Men and women of the neighborhood lent their efforts and arranged the details.
Later, much of the work was done on a reciprocal basis with the children. Those who worked for a certain length of time were permitted to paddle on the rafts for double that time. Seldom did a youngster work longer than t§n minutes. Labor was never enforced. My usual method with juveniles was to apply the Tom Sawyer psychology. The mere suggestion that the pickaxe, or the shovel, was too heavy for a boy handle, generally resulted in his pleading for the job. By this artifice many of the sturdy trees now flourishing ail the way from Wentworth to Dundas Street, were set out as young saplings.
Another effective practice at Wentworth Park was to bestow every tree, bush, shrub, even a single dahlia plant, upon a particular boy or girl who assumed responsibility for its cares. It was surprising and amusing to hear one youngster reprimand another for meddling with “my flower bed”. Under such constant surveillance, the vegetation thrived.
In winter, the Wentworth Park space is used by children to play with their sleds, or to make snowmen. The area is limited, but larger than most backyards. The grown-ups coast down the steep bank of the Canal, taking a chance on the open water below. Ice in the stream makes a good skating surface if the weather keeps consistently cold. Otherwise, it is ruined by tidal movements. Had funds been available our intention was to erect a four-foot height of concrete wall across the cribwork at South Street, so as to preserve a certain depth of water at all times for boating in summer and for skating in winter.
The fence on the left encloses the South End Lawn Tennis Courts, and from there to the shore stood Regal willow trees.
Two of them were named for King George III and Queen Charlotte, and two others for Mr. and Mrs. James Creighton of “Brooklands” who had them planted perhaps in the late 1700’s.
When this picture was taken about 1900, they were of an enormous size. The whole road was a beautiful shady walk from the wharf all the way up to the present Portland Street.
THE FENCE ON THE RIGHT borders Dr. Parker’s fields at “Beech-wood”, and ran along near the location of the new house at 71 Newcastle Street. The route of the obliterated road to the shore is identified by manholes of the sewer pipe running to Parker’s Wharf.
This photo will convey some idea of the labor involved in blasting out the artificial river-bed to straighten the Canal stream. The natural course of the water, which was a few rods to the left, must often have flooded the flats thereabouts, especially in spring freshets. The wooden bridge was therefore a great boon to rural travelers, and provided a safe route to the main ferry. Date of this bridge is in the late 1820’s. About that time, the Old Ferry ceased running.
Fishermen in dories are obtaining water in spring, already mentioned.. The two stone-piles on the left bank, mark the outlets of the tunnel. Building on Portland Street is Settle’s blacksmith shop. Photo was taken by Thomas G. Stevens about 1890.
This stream was a dividing line between the original town plot, and its later extensions. On the downtown side of the river, there are no large estates comparable to those north and east.
The bridge was a dividing line in another manner for the youthful gangs of the last century. Here the “up-alongs” encountered the “down-alongs.” Woe unto a straggler from either side, if he were caught unaccompanied at night in the territory of the enemy.