Format: Canada 150
“I have a vivid memory, from when I was five years old, of sitting on a rock out in the tundra and feeling at peace.”
BY John Graham
“I have a vivid memory, from when I was five years old, of sitting on a rock out in the tundra and feeling at peace. I’ve always felt a strong connection to the Land and that in some way the Land is who I am.”
BY John Graham
Maybe in 50 years from now, on the 200th anniversary of Confederation, we will be in a place where we will not only acknowledge the European influence in this country, but also celebrate the Indigenous Peoples who were stewards of the land before their arrival and who have continuously contributed to success of Canada.
I WANTED TO TRY collaging together a poem from the pages of an old issue of NQ. I chose the Spring 1963 issue because it features the exact same photo of a whitecoat seal that was on the cover in Spring 1962… except with awkwardly-pasted additional seals.
In trawling through older issues of Newfoundland Quarterly, I’m particularly looking for writing about landscape and place, stories about technology, and things that make me laugh. So far, the most perfect triangulation of those three things is The First Automobile in Bonne Bay.
When I signed up for my first photography class in art school, my dad rummaged around in the basement and placed a heavy leather case in my hands. I unbuckled it to find his old 35mm camera, a Zenit EM. It had an enormous dent above the lens, as if it had deflected a bullet, and its selenium light meter, mysteriously, did not require batteries.
IN THE FALL 1922 ISSUE of Newfoundland Quarterly, anchored between a lament for the drowning of a local businessman and a brief history of Puerto Rico, I found a curious article titled “The Iron Splitter for Dressing Codfish.”
I’M NOT SURE who first referred to them as the “Dear Old” Southside Hills, or if anyone still calls them that. Possibly the name went out of fashion when the huge oil tanks were built. But the nickname seems to have stuck for a while in the early 1900s, a curious term of affection for the imposing hillside that gives shape to St. John’s Harbour.
Until yesterday, I was blissfully unaware that freezing fog is a weather condition that apparently happens on Earth, and not just on planets in the outermost reaches of our solar system.
FLIPPING THROUGH older issues of Newfoundland Quarterly, I’ve started to notice many of the same photos popping up over and over, sometimes decades after they first appeared in the magazine. A distinctive silhouette keeps catching my eye…
NEWFOUNDLAND QUARTERLY was founded in 1901, the same year Marconi flew a 500-foot kite on Signal Hill and intercepted the first trans-Atlantic wireless transmission. The second-oldest magazine in Canada, NQ began as “a literary magazine of interest to Newfoundlanders at home and abroad,” which is not far off the way it describes itself today, as “a cultural journal of Newfoundland and Labrador.” That’s a remarkable persistency of purpose over 116 years.