Friday, August 31, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Truscott acquitted of murder; Ontario attorney general apologizes
Kelly Patrick and Meagan Fitzpatrick, CanWest News ServicePublished: Tuesday, August 28, 2007
TORONTO - After nearly half a century as a convicted killer, Steven Truscott was acquitted on Tuesday of the 1959 murder of Lynne Harper.
"We are satisfied that Mr. Truscott's conviction was a miscarriage of justice and must be quashed," the Ontario Court of Appeal wrote in a unanimous 303-page decision released at 11 a.m. "If a new trial were possible, an acquittal would clearly be the likely result."
While the acquittal is a victory for Truscott, 62, the judges stopped short of satisfying his lawyers' plea the court declare Truscott innocent.
"The appellant (Mr. Truscott) has not demonstrated his factual innocence," the ruling reads. "To do so would be a most daunting task absent definitive forensic evidence such as DNA. Despite the appellant's best efforts, that kind of evidence is not available."
Steven Truscott .
CNS file photo
Truscott, however, did get an apology from the Ontario government.
"Today's judgment is hardly legal housekeeping of the past. The court has found, in this case, in light of fresh evidence, that a miscarriage of justice has occurred and for that miscarriage of justice, on behalf of the government, I am truly sorry," said Ontario Attorney General Michael Bryant after the ruling was released.
"Today's result is foremost an opportunity for closure in the eyes of the law. So too do we all pause to remember Lynne Harper, and to grieve the loss of this 12-year-old girl and think of her family at this time."
He said Truscott's case has "ailed our nation."
Bryant, who said the Crown would not appeal the decision, added the government is seeking legal advice on compensation for Truscott.
He has asked retired Judge Sydney L. Robins to advise him on compensating Truscott for the 10 years he spent behind bars and the 48 years he spent under the shadow of a murder conviction.
Today's decision is the culmination of Truscott's lifelong battle to clear his name.
The married father of three was just 14 when he was sentenced to hang for the rape and murder of Lynne, 12, who vanished from a Clinton, Ont., air force base June 9, 1959.
Authorities found her body two days later in a wooded grove near the base. She had been strangled with her blouse.
"The most important thing is Steven Truscott went to bed last night a convicted murderer and this morning he's been acquitted," said Julian Sher, the author of Until You are Dead, an investigative book about the Truscott case."His father's not here to see it, but his mother is still there, his family is still there, his children are still there."
The five judges who presided over the judicial review also considered whether to order a new trial for Truscott.
They ruled that while the new evidence is not strong enough to guarantee an acquittal if a new trial is ordered, they recognized that a new trial would be virtually impossible to hold so long after Lynne's death.
"(Mr. Truscott) through no fault of his own, will never have the opportunity to stand before a jury of his peers and make full answer and defence to the allegation that he murdered Lynne Harper," the judges wrote. "Fairness to (Mr. Truscott) dictates that this court should ... endeavour to bring this matter to a conclusive end."
With that in mind, the court concluded it was more likely than not that Truscott did not kill Lynne and opted to acquit.
Despite the collapse of the 1959 case, the court declined to blame the police or anyone else for sending Truscott to prison for 10 years.
That is disappointing, Sher said.
"I think they (the judges) fall short of a more rigorous condemnation of what went on," he said.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
You should be so lucky.A Montreal man retired, wanted to use his
retirement money wisely, so it would last, and decided to buy a home
and a few acres in Portugal. The modest farmhouse had been vacant for
15 yrs.; the owner and wife both had died, and there were no heirs.
The house was sold to pay taxes.There had been several lookers, but
the large barn had steel doors, and they had been welded shut. Nobody
wanted to go to the extra expense to see what was in the barn, and it
wasn't complimentary to the property anyway......so, nobody made an
offer on the place. The Montreal guy bought it at just over half of
the property's worth, moved in, and set about to tear in to the
barn.......curiosity was killing him. So, he and his wife bought a
generator, and a couple of grinders.......and cut thru the welds.
What was in the barn...............? Go to; www.intuh.net/barnfinds/
afa70.htm for the pictures; http://www.intuh.net/barnfinds/(thumbnails
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
hi all, i just received news today that grant lawton who did live on rolland ave for many years passed away a month ago, no other details yet.
he was married to joan woffenden from woodland ave.an all round great ,classy guy, grant was liked by all who met him, he took me to my high school grad dance, an affair to remember with a gentleman from verdun, RIP GRANT.
Today is the anniversary of the day on which President Harry Truman
announced that the Second World War had come to an end. You might
argue that more human beings were happy on this day in 1945 than on
any other day in history.It was the worst war in history. An
estimated 60 million people died; about two-thirds of them were
civilians. In the United States, the war had been going on for three
years and eight months. About one in every eight Americans served in
the warÑmore than 16 million American soldiers. Virtually every
American family had at least one member overseas. With 400,000
Americans killed, most families knew somebody who had died in the
war, and the most American casualties had come in the last year of
the war.Most Americans had believed that the war was far from over.
The first few battles on Japanese islands had been some of the
bloodiest battles of the war. Military analysts were projecting
horrific losses, casualty estimates in the hundreds of thousands. But
after the atomic bombs were dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the
Japanese suddenly accepted terms of complete surrender. And the
announcement was made on this day at about 7:00 p.m. The newswires
carried the headline, "Japan Surrenders.There were spontaneous
celebrations and parades in every major city in America. In New York
City, more than a million people filled the streets, overflowing
Times Square, the crowd stretching from 40th all the way up to 52nd
street. Factories blew their whistles. Air raid sirens went off.
Ships and trains and cars honked their horns. Churches tolled their
bells.Americans had been living under strict food and gas rationing,
and once the news arrived, people went to the gas stations, filled up
their cars and went riding around for the fun of it. Throughout the
war, people had tried to keep their lights off after dark to save
energy, but on this night, people turned on their lights and left
them on all night. Some children who'd grown up during the war saw
the streets lit up with lights for the first time.And one thing that
commentators noticed at the time was that nobody shouted, "We've won
the war!" or anything about triumph. They simply shouted, "The war is
over!The most famous photograph of that day in 1945 showed a sailor
in Times Square kissing a nurse in a white uniform. The nurse's name
was Edith Shain. She later said, "When I was kissed, I closed my
eyes. I didn't look at him. It was a startling thing. But I thought,
this man had fought the war for all of us." The photograph of the
sailor and the nurse was the cover of LIFE magazine that next week
and that photo has been reprinted thousands of times.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
threads. I read and/or participate in threads that interest me. There
are 14 categories to choose from, and within those 14 many many
different threads. Pick the topics which interest you.
Figuratively we are sitting around the kitchen table enjoying a
neighbourly chat over tea. Conversations will drift to many
interesting topics including old times and current affairs -- with a
little gossip thrown in.
Regarding the 2 or 3 religious and political threads lately, I didn't
sense any ugly hostility from anyone, and that is as it should be
I've been an active V.C participant for 3 years or more and I
personally think I have run out of things Verdun to add. But if
something does pop up into my two remaining brain cells I will
without a doubt throw it into the mix.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
for those of you who knew trish from woodland ave. she passed away in england, she was a wonderful person , sadly missed by all her friends from verdun,
i posted this for a dear close friend of trish,s[diane pigeon]
and have erased it rather than lower myself to your level. I would have to say
though that you really should open a history book before blowing off steam! One
question for you to answer ... who was involved in W.W.II first, Canada or USA
(my home)! and what was it that drew them in? Wouldn't you have done the same?
opponent who is unarmed!
into a site to criticize and unfortunately, it seems to be taking that twist
etc. based upon the actions of the minority, you are being as judgmental as
the extremists you are criticizing!
is good in all people of the world (this might just be a value
I possess due to experiencing the diversity of living in the multicultural
community of Verdun).
the US. No matter how long ago it was said, it still speaks volumes.
LOVING EVERY MINUTE OF IT!
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Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Monday, August 6, 2007
Short and worth reading. . .
The perfect husband----
Several men are in the locker room of a golf club. A cell phone on a bench
rings and a man engages the hands free speaker-function and begins to talk.
Everyone else in the room stops to listen.
WOMAN: "Honey, it's me. I can hardly hear you.........are you at the club?"
WOMAN: "I'm at the mall now and found this beautiful leather coat. It's only
$1,000. Is it OK if I buy it?"
MAN: "Sure......go ahead if you like it that much."
WOMAN: "I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the new 2006
models. I saw one I really liked"
MAN: "How much?"
MAN: "OK, but for that price I want it with all the options."
WOMAN: "Great! Oh, and one more thing... The
house I wanted last year is
back on the market. They're asking $950,000"
MAN: "Well, then go ahead and give them an offer of $900,000. They will
probably take it. If not, we can go the extra 50 thousand. It's really a
pretty good price."
WOMAN: "OK. I'll see you later! I love you so much!!"
MAN: "Bye! I love you, too."
The man hangs up. The other men in the locker room are staring at him in
astonishment, mouths agape.
He smiles and asks: "Anyone know who this phone belongs to?!"
Now you can see trouble…before he arrives
Learn.Laugh.Share. Reallivemoms is right place!
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Friday, August 3, 2007
I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I
noticed a small boy, delicate of
bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of
freshly picked green peas.
I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh
green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.
Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation
between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.
"Hello Barry, how are you today?"
"H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure
"They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?"
"Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time."
"Good. Anything I can help you with?"
"No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas."
"Would you like to take some home?" asked Mr. Miller.
"No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with."
"Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?"
"All I got's my prize marble here."
"Is that right? Let me see it" said Miller.
"Here 'tis. She's a dandy."
"I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of
go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?" the store owner
"Not zackley but almost."
"Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip
this way let me look at that red marble". Mr. Miller told the boy.
"Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller."
Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With
a smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our
community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves
to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When
they come back with
their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red
after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green
marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the
I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short
time later I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this
man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.
Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just
recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho
community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died.
They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends
wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the
mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and
to offer whatever words of comfort we could.
Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform
and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white
shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller,
standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the
young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her
and moved on to the casket.
Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young
man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale
hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.
Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded
her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me
about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening,
she took my hand and led me to the casket.
"Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about.
They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded" them.
Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or
size....they came to pay their debt."
"We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she
confided, "but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man
With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her
deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined
The Moral : We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind
deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the
moments that take our breath.
Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles: A fresh pot of coffee
you didn't make yourself. An unexpected phone call from an old
friend. Green stoplights on your way to work. The fastest line at the
grocery store. A good sing-along song on the radio. Your keys found
right where you left them.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
been in the GTA for almost ..."Ulp!" 28 years now,,, but still a staunch habs fan... they haven't taken over my mind completely yet....
still get back to montreal about once a year for a fill of verdun steam, smoke meat and stillwells humbugs....