Well,my memory is a big one.I grew up not knowing my father's family.In my thirties I went there for a Prescott family reunion,it was wonderful.Met my Grandmother Prescott,my Aunts,my Uncles,oh my,so many of us Prescott's,grin.

Gloria Greta Porter

I stumbled across your website tonight and couldn't believe the first
posting I read. This I believe is my long lost Older Sister - Candice
Natalie Kalenuik.

Life for me in Capreol unfortunately did not end happy. Although I had some
memories of Capreol, the last memory age 9 was a life changing event. We
lived at 31 Lincoln Crescent, and until July of 66 were a truly happy family
of 11, (MOM Guelda, DAD Nicholas and then 9 kids Vaughn, Linda, Candice,
Ronald, Michael, Greta (me) Rosanne, Paul and Timothy). We woke up on a
Monday (I believe) morning to be told our mother was dead, for me this was
the day our FAMILY ceased to exist. Lost was the innocence needed, gone was
the laughter and hugs, siblings spirited away not to be seen for 7
months, no time was given to us to grieve together, mourn and mend. I won't
say that just my mothers death has caused the breakup, but even a semblance
of life before that never returned. If any of my other still living, out of
contact siblings, stumble across this, know that never have I stopped
thinking of each and everyone of you. Pictures I have been able to scrunge
up dress my tables, nooks and dressers. Love if not family still exists for
me.

Thank you for allowing me to finally write about feelings so long buried.

Gloria Greta Porter, nee Kalenuik

Candy Carty

I was thrilled to find Capreolonline; thanks for taking the time to publish this
page. I have very fond memories of Capreol. Propably because it was the last place I
felt completely safe. Life was calm and every-one knew you could count on your
neighbor in time of need. The outside world didn't touch us much. The teachers I
remember most were: Mr. Telenko and Mr.Deneka. My friends included: Merilee
Markland,Janice Armstrong,Judy Radcliffe, Deb.&Dianne Beaupre',Shirley Gibson,Nancy
Studder&Christine White as well as others. Guys I had crushes on Terry O'Rouke,Randy
Presscott and Jack McCauley. If any-one knows the where-abouts of Merilee Markland
please let me know.

Candy Carty (Kalenuik)

I lived at 31 Lincoln ST. now in London Ont.

Thanks again for the memories.My best to all.

Graydon(Grady) Markland

Helena, Mt.

My Memories of Capreol.

Nickel pool games at the WMCA. then pea pool for 10 cents and a quarter at the pool hall. Alex Macmillan and his rolling stones. The Gryschuks and Terry's mother's wonderful Ukranian food. First love, Hey Jude at the prom with Patricia Johnson when she was and will be remembered as the most beautiful young woman in the world. A painful parting to a life in Montana and a lingering question. Why did I never hear about Jesus Christ while growing up in Capreol.

Cheryl Parent (Swartz)
Windsor, Ontario
The Christmas week we stayed at the Arlt's house and snowmobiled all that week. It was great.

Bonny (MacGregor) Walsh
Capreol Ontaro.
I was reading some of the Comments. When I stumbled across Lynn Paul`s ,Joan Currie's, & Rick Villeneuv's. As I was one of the gang in the summers. Remembering Paul Petrie's Garage and the Paul's back-yard where we all hung-out ! I moved to Windsor when I was 9, coming home every summer to stay with my Grandmother (Mrs. Dorothey Adams). Moved back 5 years ago now. Looking forward to the Reunion this summer. Hope to see some of the Old Gang again. Kim McInnis , Bill Leduc, the girls and many more .

Pat Johnson

Toronto, ON

We all had a quarter, 15 cents to get in and 10 cents to spend which bought a 5 cent pop and a 5 cent popcorn except that day we were short of money and Robin had only 15 cents but Mrs. Billsborough let him in anyway. But the rest of us had to go without treats. We lived right behind the movie theatre so in the scary parts I used to go home and sit on a chair by the kitchen door and then go back to the movie.

It was always rattle snakes in westerns, or alligators in Tarzan or the menacing sound of drums, meaning the natives were going to attack. I took my little sister to her first movie when she was about three and I remember my first "date" the summer after grade 8, going to see Bambi with a boy. I had on a yellow mohair sweater with a yellow shell, yellow stretchies and Yellow sneakers. I bought
most of my clothes at Lena's. I used to go in on my way home from school, try new outfits on and then phone my mother who worked at the town hall and then I would say to Edna or Lena or whoever, "Put them on the bill."

I also remember going toDelPapas. I think I went the first time on my own with Lenny McLaughlin to return pop bottles for money, I was about 3 and he was 5. What a revealation, before that I had no idea pop bottles could be turned into money, nothing short of a miracle.

Joan Currie (Gibson), Belleville Ontario
I remember being one of the few kids whose dad wasn't a railroader! Playing Barbies with Shanlee Clark, the girls side and the boys side at Capreol Public School, everyone in the halls and on the stairs, each class with a different carol the day before Christmas vacation started, my best friend Diane Davies all through school, babysitting and becoming friends with Joanne, Lynn and Donna Paul, walking to my first day of work at the Railroad, the beginning of a 30 year career that began in the Mailroom, the sound of the yard at work that you can hear no matter what part of town you live in, the feeling that starts about the Suez crossing every time I come back of familiarity and belonging, that no matter where I live, this will always be home.

Rick Villeneuve, Toronto
comment: I remember many good things about Capreol. Going
to jack pine stretch and watching the drag raceing. Spending weekends with me and Kim McInnis
at west bay camps with Charlie and his brothers.
Picking blueberries and selling them at the train station.
There's to many good times to remember. There is one thing though, would be a nice place to retire.

PS I just want to say Hi to all my friends that I grew up with back in the great 70's

Gilberte Bertrand, Val Caron
Let's see. .
My best memory of Capreol is taking a train to Ottawa, it was an emergency.
Well I got on the train & the car I was assigned had no heat: it was a cold winter.
I rolled up in my sleeping bag & toughed it out.
I never forgot that train trip.

Doug Prescott, Windsor
Where to start...left 'my hometown' at 17..My dad got me out of bed oneday...says you're on the railroad as a signal-helper...let's go...became brakeman 18th birthday...went to Stratford with Dave Colasimone (glad to say...now he's a connection to the Prescott clan) and Tim Morris on loan to the 'south' ..I stayed...they went home. BUT...I've never left my roots of Capreol. Fun years at Capreol High (not as many as Rags)great teacher ... Mrs. Gilbert...Mr. Beckett...Bing Patterson..where are yah big guy....the great 'cold ones' at the Riv with Rags..the fun down at the 'river'...Santas Clause Parades ...the Winter Carnival and the antics of Billy MacLeish....and of course 'bloody cold winters with big... big snow banks. The pride of this little town and friendships I left behind so long ago....miss you'all and my 'hometown'..sorry to hear there won't be a reunion....maybe next year eh!! Thanx...(Heather's little brother..#10 from the top of Prescott's)

Heather Hopps(Prescott), Collingwood
What I remember was the close frindship we had with each other. Hockey games, baseball,playing in the parks, hanging out at the river ect.ect. We had great teachers.One police officer,People who ran the town cared. Small comminity but everybody knew each other. Car racing by a few wild fellows from town from Hotel down town to Hanmer and back. Wonder who remembers that.
I love the sound of the trains when ever I hear them blow the whisle(nothing like the Steam Engine) which many a house wife hated when the wash was on the cloths line.I was a Bell Telephone Operator and called many a home to give the fellows their wake up calls at home at night.
It was a great little town to grow up in. I left at 18 and always will call CAPREOL my HOME TOWN. As I read the letters it sure brought back many a Happy Memery.
Thanks Folks. Heather Hopps (Prescott)

Neil Train, former resident ofCapreol Ontario
trainineil@hotmail.com
Hey!! The Capreol Hotel, weekends, Bands-Dancing-Singing, [smoking] I said tobacco only, everyone were great to each other, my Dad Neil/theCape & Bobby Mazzuca's Riviera Hotel/theRiv respected each others commodities, their customers, we/theCape bought our oil off Bob....Norman Tswp., was Capreol, respect...The Capreol Canadian Legion, was well the ''LEGEND''. I/Bud was havin' trouble growing up, it was a battle....I was born above Dragos'Department Store; my Dad Neil delivered me at 5 in the morning, & he was called to ''Conductor'' a freight. Great ol' Capreol... Nepitts, Lepkies...& the list goes on & on. All my wife/Karens & my greetings,
Neil I.Train, bud. WELL RETIRED!

Dan Hutchins
Sudbury
hutchinsd@sdhu.com
I remember the season I spent as a member of the Capreol Hawks Jr A hockey club back in 1985. It was definitely my most memorable season in hockey. I remember the highs of winning games with an unheard of 8 players in a Junior hockey game and then the lows of a great organization folding before seasons end unable to field a team to stay competitive. It was hard to think that a small town like Capreol would be able to support that caliber of hockey for as long as it did but I am proud to say I was a member of the Capreol Hawks.

Anon
The mystical trees that lead us to our independence as a young teenager. Amongst the trees most of us had our first encounter with childhood sweet hearts. First the glance, the feeling of anticipation, the sporadic beating of our hearts, the carving of our names in a tree surrounded by a heart, that was to be a symbol of everlasting love. Then the first kiss with no one around to watch except for the trees. The exploring of the forest, oh yes then the exploring of each other. Oh if the trees could talk.
The later years brought the pit parties, and once again if those trees could talk we would have all been grounded for life. There was no going to the malls, just a bike and the trails was all we needed. The beach where we all challenged our fears of swimming to the rock, than as we grew braver the challenge of the rapids. The adrenaline of fighting the waves from taking our ever lasting breath. Than as we grew older the ultimate challenge of the jumping from Baby and Elephant with our friends cheering us on.
We did not need drugs or alcohol to feel a rush. Friends were ever lasting, not a care in the world. The joy to be alive in the vast surroundings of a tiny town. To know that you could stop by a friend s house for comfort when it was two houses away. The amazing deep personal talks that you had with your best friends that understood you in your surroundings, do they have this in the big cities?
Do we know what we really have in a small town?

Dean White, Capreol
You can take the boys out of Capreol, but you cannot take Capreol out of the boys!

Carolyn Henry, Coldwater Ont.
The memorys that I have of Capreol are the people of our little town meeting us on the street and giving you a big hug or a hi how are you. My friend Jane Berube (Smith) and all my family I miss them being there when I visit most of all my george where i met and married.
georgeca@sympatico.ca

Lauraine Dagenais, Southern Ontario
Valley girl who lived for those Capreol Arena dances of the 60's. They were great. A lot of folks I haven't seen since then. Went to one Capreol Days reunion many years ago and caught up with a few buds. When's the next reunion?

Alyssa Beauchamp, Calgary via St. Catharines
comment: Things I remember.....
-Mr Wilson and Mr Leroy calling me "Bubbles" (don't ask)
-The ski hill
-Being too scared to swim out to that rock at the beach with the diving board on it
-Finally being allowed to take the bus to Sudbury by myself
-Senior prom with my date and then boyfriend Dave Colasimone... I got to go in the Mustang!
-Big "A" hanging out with "Little K" (Kathleen Ovens)
-Watching the boys play hockey at the arena
-St. Mary's Elementary
-Going to Penny Pinchers candy store with Tara Lee
-How much I hated moving away again.....

Brian Stevens Calgary
Capreol Hawks Hockey,and all friends I grew up in Capreol and going to High School in Garson-Falconbridge.

Buddy Way, Mattawa, On.
Weekends at the old hotel. Lots of action and great drinking friends. Then going to the Riv. to watch the hockey games with Bob and the gang. Those were the days Capreol was alive great hockey teams and ball teams. Great people and a fun town.

Jo-Anne (McGinn) Degabriele, Bolton, Ontario
My family - the Ways and the McGinns. C.R. Judd, Garnet Surch, Leo Trusz, Leonard Gilbert - the best teachers who ever lived. Elaine Spence, my childhood friend - may God keep her safe. Sylvia, Anita,Betty and Addie, my teenage friends. Butch McKinley, my first love. Swimming in the river, swimming at Norman Beach and picnics at Ella Lake. Mary Bean's and Chow's restaurants, our hang outs. Meeting the Edmonton Eskimos and their fans giving out Eskimo pies at the train station while on their way to the Grey Cup game, picking pincherries and blueberries, Sbrega's Ladies and Men's stores, Drago's, the hockey and baseball games. . . and on and on and on. All lovely memories!

My sister and I had some business to attend to up north. We're always happy to have an excuse to go back home. But somebody needs to tell me..........Why does this town look like crap now?!?!?!!? There was a time when the residents took great pride in a well manicured property! Flower pots and gardens that once displayed the great pride one took in their yards, have been replaced by old tires....cardboard boxes...garbage bags....junk!!!!! Sitting right outside the house!!!! In the front yard for all to appreciate!!!! Car parts, diapers, deep freeze's.....Come on people!!!!! It's not rocket science!!!! Put it where it belongs!!! In the garbage!! Cuz ur neighbours are sick and tired of looking at your crap! How your property looks, says alot about you. Get ur lazy ass outside and clean up after yourself! And even if you can't afford to plant a garden or a tree....surely you can find the time in your very busy day to pull yourself outta the fog your in, to clean up! Being broke does not give you the excuse to live like pigs!

Now this is not to say that every home in town is looking sad....there are still people who take pride in their places.....and you know who you are! But you slobs....you are taking my great memories of growing up in this beutiful, picturesque little town...and stompin' all over them! Yer killin' me!!!!

Thanks for letting me vent!!!

Lynn Paul from Toronto writes:
I received an e-mail from my Dad telling me that my name was mentioned in the comments from "Memories of Capreol". After reading Ron Lebreton's comments (Hi Ron, Hope all is well)it brought back many happy childhood memories around that time when the gang all hung out together. As Ron mentioned, there was also Nooney Boyle, Ricky Villenuve, Kerry and Mike Edwards, Joan Gibson just to name a few. I remember hanging out daily in our club house (Paul Petrie's garage) Baseball games in the evening until Paul hit the ball. He always hit it over the fence and that was when the game was over. Parties etc. Memories I had almost forgotten about. Thanks Ron for making me remember! Thank you Capreol for the memories.

I could go on and on, but I do have one memory that will never fade away.
I was the skip on the Capreol High School curling team and was voted MVP. Mrs Mckinley was our coach, I walked up, accepted the award and kissed her in front of the whole school...

Since i don't live there any more every summer i remember and still go on a rock and watch the trains go by... we call it train rock. I also remember this past summer we went dont a path near the old helipad and caught 35 frogs. I remember when we dug 3 huge holes in the snow about 1 and 1/2 meters apart and then made tunnels to each of them to connect them. I also remember going skiing with my grandma Beck and going down the high line for my first time. My dad works for CN and he used to take me and my sisters for rides through the forest just for fun to see the great veiws over and over again.There are so many memmories i have here. When ever i talk to my friends about it they get mad at me but i don't care it's a great place and no one can stop me from talking about all the good things there. I remember i used to climb the trees and i named a few of them for what they "do" and i have lots of friends there. I used to climb on the medior thing when you first come into Capreol.I went hiking and i got lost but i new to go to the highest place and look for somthing farmilar and i did i seen Our Lady Of Peace church and so i ran in that direction and sure enough i found the train tracks so i followed them. I think this small town is hard not to like it is amazing and i miss it so much. I think the whole town should get together and take time to make the town new again! well even tho i have way more memories i think that's enough! well PEACE!!Barbara Johnson, Whitby, Ontario

Barbara Johnson, Whitby, Ontario

I grew up on Lake Shore St. in the 1960's, so of course my fondest memories of Capreol are of the river and beach. I can remember the first time I jumped off the end of the dock and the first time I swam to the island with my best friend Liz. The Island, Snake, High Dive, Indian, Slanty, Elephant, The Big Rock, Blueberry Hill, First Underground and Second Underground are names that are forever etched in my mind. I remember staying at the beach every day of the summer - for the entire day - only going home to eat supper and then returning to the beach. I remember the fun we would have when the Life Guards would go off duty at 8:00 pm. At this time, we would be able to run on the dock and push each other off (playfully) without a scolding. I remember how beautiful Lake Shore Street looked then. There were stately trees on the grass running the entire length of the street. The beach was clean and even the bottom of the river seemed nicer. The grass was well kept by Mr. Miles and he even placed decorative rocks btween the grass and the road. One year he painted them yellow and one year they were painted silver. The Island was clean and the diving board was always well maintained. The beach was always crowded. When I would wake up in the morning I could already hear the people at the beach. I would jump up, get my bathing suit on and run to the beach. I wish that kids in Capreol today could see what our glorius beach looked like in my childhood.