A.P. Henry reaches his 89th milestone - This week a Mountain street resident tipped us off about a little story about a neighbour of his, who last Saturday celebrated his 89th birthday. This in itself is a nice little item for a weekly newspaper to mention, but the added news value of this story concerns the daily routine of this grand old man, for our informant told of the large, well kept garden maintained by this Mountain St. resident. So it is not surprising that it was in the garden that we found the man in question, unearthing a nice yield of potatoes.
Taking a brief rest, and leaning on his hoe handle, Arthur P. Henry told us that his garden was getting a bit too big for him, but that he just couldn't sit back and see it grow up in weeds.
"You know, I've grown all our own vegetables in this land ever since my wife and I moved here from Binbrook in 1914. We had a large grain and stock farm up there, it was near a place called Woodburn. The wife and I had worked hard on the farm, and I thought it would be kind of nice to come to Grimsby and just do a bit of relaxing for a change. We located right here in this same house, but the wife never had much chance to appreciate life in town. You see, she passed away during that first year.
"Well, after that, I worked a bit at the fruit shipping platforms, and also on the scales at the canning factory on Livingston Avenue. I think the fellow's name was Metcalfe who owned it then. But I never did try and do too much, tried to live carefully, did a little each day. Guess if you start that way, you'll finish doing the same. That's the trouble with these young bucks. When they start sowing their wild oats, they never seem to know when to quit.
"This garden has been my main hobby, I always appreciate seeing things grow. Take this stand of corn. The season has been pretty dry, and so I had to water it, now look at it head up. That's a beautiful thing to me. Guess not enough people appreciate the little things like seeing corn head up, or being able to take nice new potatoes out of the ground."
"How about other hobbies, Mr. Henry," we asked.
"Well, I like to sit on the porch and watch the cars go by. Mind you though, I never drove one. My son Roy wanted a car when he was going through university, but I told him he had better just wait a while until he got fixed before spending a lot of money on something he didn't need too bad. Now he's a mining engineer with Upper Canada Mines. Guess I'm pretty proud of him now. He's had...oh, I don't know how many cars now."
Taking our departure we wished Mr. Henry a belated birthday greeting. Already he was picking up more potatoes, and busily engaged in his beloved garden.
"Say hello to Bones and that young Lawson for me, haven't seem them for a long time, but keep track of them in The Independent," said Mr. Henry, as he waved over the tassels of his fine stand of corn.