{"id":22938,"date":"2019-02-07T12:19:58","date_gmt":"2019-02-07T17:19:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.newspapers-online.com\/auroran\/?p=22938"},"modified":"2019-02-07T12:19:58","modified_gmt":"2019-02-07T17:19:58","slug":"time-travellers-diary-when-daddy-steps-off-the-car","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.newspapers-online.com\/auroran\/time-travellers-diary-when-daddy-steps-off-the-car\/","title":{"rendered":"TIME TRAVELLERS DIARY: When Daddy Steps off the Car"},"content":{"rendered":"

By Shawna White
\nCurator, Aurora Museum & Archives<\/strong><\/p>\n

This time of year is hard for many with the feeling of isolation brought about by seemingly endless dark days and bitter cold. It was at this time of year on February 10, 1910 that Jean McLean Forsyth (age 14) wrote a poem about her Daddy. Hopefully we will all be lucky enough at some point in our lives to have someone like Jean waiting for us to come home from work.<\/p>\n

My Daddy is the nicest man that anyone could see,
\nNo matter how I\u2019d search the world, he\u2019s been the one for me.
\nOn Monday morning he goes away and I am left alone;
\nOh: I don\u2019t know what I\u2019d give to have my daddy home.<\/p>\n

Tis such a long, long, tiresome week, the hours they go so slow,
\nIf he had to stay away longer, what to do I would not know;
\nI suppose I would have to be patient, and wait a long time through,
\nBut when Saturday came at last,
\nI know what I would do.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d be waiting at the station to see his car come in,
\nAnd when he did jump off, there would be an awful din;
\nOf course I\u2019d had it all arranged, the band would be there to meet him;
\nAlso Highlanders there to dance, as well as his daughter to greet him. <\/p>\n

The boys and girls would all blow horns, the people would say, \u201cOh! My!\u201d
\n\u201cThis excitement for Aurora, just like 1st of July,\u201d
\nCrowds would come from the farms around, let the distance be near or far;
\n And everyone would be there to see my Daddy step off the car.<\/p>\n

The men would rush up and shake hands, the lady say, \u201cHow do you do\u201d
\n The boys and girls run up and say, \u201cHello sir! How are you!\u201d
\nPhotographers ready with cameras to snap a picture or so;
\nAs the car would stop at the station, and Daddy\u2019d jump off you know.<\/p>\n

The band would strike up \u201cHome Sweet Home\u201d the bagpipes start and play;
\nThe Highlanders would start and dance, t\u2019would be a happy day;
\nHow I think it t\u2019would be quite an honour for the people to come so far,
\nAnd there and be there to welcome Daddy as he stepped off the car.<\/p>\n

But I know they wouldn\u2019t mind it, to come Why! They\u2019d be glad;
\nBut I bet they wouldn\u2019t do that for everybody\u2019s \u201cDad\u201d,
\nSo everyone loves Daddy, that you can plainly see,
\nI\u2019ve said it before, and I say once more, he\u2019s just the one for me.<\/p>\n

Jean\u2019s father was Marshall Forsyth who operated a stationary and music shop on the east side of Yonge Street (currently Vic\u2019s Shoe Repair) from at least 1888 until his death in 1933.<\/p>\n\"Facebook\"<\/a>\"twitter\"<\/a>\"mail\"<\/a>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

By Shawna White Curator, Aurora Museum & Archives This time of year is hard for many with the feeling of isolation brought about by seemingly endless dark days and bitter cold. It was at this time of year on February 10, 1910 that Jean McLean Forsyth (age 14) wrote a poem about her Daddy. Hopefully […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[29,28],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-22938","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-columns","category-opinion"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p3D2k4-5XY","publishpress_future_action":{"enabled":false,"date":"2026-06-01 23:37:27","action":"change-status","newStatus":"draft","terms":[],"taxonomy":"category","extraData":[]},"publishpress_future_workflow_manual_trigger":{"enabledWorkflows":[]},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.newspapers-online.com\/auroran\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22938","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.newspapers-online.com\/auroran\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.newspapers-online.com\/auroran\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.newspapers-online.com\/auroran\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.newspapers-online.com\/auroran\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22938"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.newspapers-online.com\/auroran\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22938\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.newspapers-online.com\/auroran\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22938"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.newspapers-online.com\/auroran\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22938"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.newspapers-online.com\/auroran\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22938"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}