The Heritage Corner, Springhill Record
May 28, 2008
Wed. May 28, 2008 – More Potter Family & Poem
Here is more information on the Potter Family.
E.A. Potter also had a daughter Harriett who was born in Springhill. She married Ernest Pushie and following his death married Stanley Willard Barnes. Stanley was born Jan. 18, 1887 in Wood Point, N.B. He was the son of William and Rebecca (Campbell) Barnes. Stanley died December 4, 1970 in Wood Point NB. She had one daughter Muriel who married Francis Blackquiere. Harriett also had a step-daughter Margaret Barnes. Harriett passed away October 22, 1978 in Sackville, N.B. She was 84 years old.
Edward Maxwell and Enid (McFarlane) Potter had the following children: Glen, Gladys and Joan.
Glen Potter married Dorothy; Gladys married ? Iceton, and Joan married ? Weinbert.
After Edward M. Potters death in 1961 Enid later married Murray Porter. Enid died October 13, 1995 in Aura, Ontario.
Lois Pearl Potter and Harold Osborne Whitman’s son James Archibald Whitman married Gladys Elaine Linden. James and Gladys had the following children: James Archibald, Jeffery Andrew, Mark Anthony and Matthew.
Ronald Gordon Whitman married Paula Merriam. They had the following children: Merriam, Andrew and Neil.
John William Mont, son of William and Elaine, married Dale Colwell and they had two sons – Christopher and Michael.
Jean Elizabeth Potter, daughter of Fraser and Marjorie Potter married Stanley Garth McGinn.
Jeans brother Robert Fraser Potter married Heather Killen.
Here is a poem, written by Danny Boutilier, Springhill’s Miner’s Poet.
The Old Mining Town on the Hill
There’s an old Mining Town standing up on a hill
And though some may declare I’m a sap,
I will venture to say that this old town today
Is the best little town on the map.
I’ve heard traveling men saying time and again
That they’ve struck many good towns, but still,
There’s not one they declare, that begins to compare
With the old Mining Town on the hill.
In this old Mining Town live the best bunch of sports
That you’ll find on the face of the earth.
And your thoughts are astray if you think I say
Just because it’s the town of my birth.
Springhill people don’t pause, any good worthy cause,
They will always support with a will;
There are few folks who’ll GIVE like the people who live
In the old Mining Town on the hill.
When a fellow is down in this old Mining Town,
To his aid all his friends quickly go,
In some places a guy would stay down till he’d die,
But this old town is different, you know.
Everyone I guess will be forced to confess
This is no idle chatter I spill;
You don’t have to stay down, when you dwell in a town,
Like the old Mining Town on the hill.
Anytime that I roam to some place ‘way from home,
And I mingle with strangers, Oh Boy!
Here’s a question that I always like to be asked,
That I simply can’t help but enjoy;
When they ask me my name and from what town I came,
And I tell them it gives me a thrill;
For it’s always with pride that I say I reside
In the old Mining Town on the hill.
Once you know I did stray to the old U.S.A.,
But I had many troubles and cares;
I began missin’ meals, so I took to my heels,
For the town where your sure of three squares.
We’ve been burdened with strikes, we have “bumps” and the likes,
But you find when you’ve been through the mill:
That though some call it dead, there is no town ahead
Of the old Mining Town on the hill.
