On a cold dreary rainy day in November, this little town was struck with the worst flooding of all time. This little northern community had seen many tragedies and accomplishments. From the great mining disasters to the stumble upon riches of minerals that lead to the mining boom. Also there was the lumber industry.
This little town will be on the map some day. It had a lot of diverse cultures, religions. A lot to offer one day not to far in the near future it will be a city.
On this November day a young mother of one and due for her second., thought this day well be monumental or dangerous.
As the morning turned into afternoon, this beautiful expected mother was feeding her young son lunch, her husband was at work in the mines. The pains began, “Oh my what am I going to do”. The young mother started making phone calls, to her In-Laws, Mother and friends she thought could help. In frustration and panic, the you mother became hysterical running about the apartment, crying, screaming, throwing things, yet forgetting her baby son just over a year sitting in his high chair, crying not understanding why mommy is crying.
As the minutes turned into an hour, the young mother was becoming more frantic, then the phone rang, running to the phone she heard a voice tell her, “Help is on the way, pack two bags, one for your son and one for you and your unborn, we are on our way”.
The young mother frantic, did not know what to do, didn’t understand what the caller meant, help was on the way, how were they gonna get her help? The young mother hung up the phone and starred at her beautiful son crying, she went and picked up the young son and she held him close to her son telling him “It’s ok, it’s going to be alright, help is on it’s way and the next time you see mommy you will have a little brother or sister. She went to get the bags ready, got their coats on and a blanket to keep te cold wind from hitting her son’s face. All the time wondering how would they get to her, even worse how would they get her to the hospital.
She heard the roar of motors outside of her house, yet it was not that of a vehicle, she opened up the door and stood there astonishment, their in the front yard were six motor boats pulling up to the front door. In the boats where her In-Laws and friends and neighbors. The tears fell from her eyes, astonished these people risking their lives for her.
The In-Laws took their grandson and his clothes, the grandmother held the boy to shield him from the rain and bitter cold wind that was blowing. The friends helped the young mother into the boat and her bags.
The all started their motors now that they were all safely in the boats, Two followed the boat containing the young child and two went ahead of the boat carrying the pregnant mother to make sure that the ambulance was waiting atop the hill. It was only 5 block ride, the wind was bitter and the rain made visibility hard. The streets of this little town were not meant for boats, but the Matagami River held no hostages, it flooded homes, roads, vehicles and thing that stood in the path of its over run banks.
As the two boats the people dismounted tying the boats to the stop sign, they assisted the ambulance crew to help the woman out of the boat. The labor contractions were to close, they fought the rain, wind and waves to get the young mother in the back of the ambulance, for the hero’s of this story now it was time to wait to and see.
Well the young mother got to the hospital in time for the nurses to rush her straight into the labor room, no time to prep, the baby was coming. The doctor entered the room just in time to catch the new born in his arms, staring up at him was this little thing, crossed eyed nor crying. The young mother asked: “What did I have? And why is it not crying is something wrong? A little girl and no there is nothing wrong, in all my days I never seen a baby born not crying but smiling. As the doctor place this little miracle on the bosom of the young mother he said congratulations here is your daughter. The young mother with tears in her eyes she looked down and the little miracle and said” God has answered my prays, I have the most beautiful little girl, you will always be my precious little girl, mommy loves you and wait till daddy see’s you.
In this little town November 25, 1962 a little blue eyed, blonde hair girl was born, this monumental day of hero’s and tragedy’s a memory forever etched in the minds of the this little town, a miracle was born on a day when mother nature sent her furry.
Causes Wende Plante aka Billy-Joe Supports
Distress Centre Of Ontario, Aids Committee of Durham Region, United Survivors, Y.W.C.A.