This week on Sepia Saturday,
the prompt picture has to do with a young woman and cigarette vending machine.
I've done the smoking scene,
so I'll take another tangent,
but as they say,
"where there is smoke, there is fire!!"
Back in those days when we had an Upper Canada (the Anglos)
and a Lower Canada (mainly wahat used to be the Nouvelle-France colony,
now invaded by an English elite...),
there was a building where federal affairs were dealt with.
Like the Rebellion Losses Bill,
following the Rebellion of 1837-38 which I've previously discussed here,
who was supposed to give indemnification to those who suffered losses during the Rebellion,
even those who may have helped the rebels,
except those convicted of High Treason...
This angered the Anglos of Montreal so much that they rioted for a couple of days
and set fire to the Parliement Building.
You can read more details about this HERE.
I guess Anglos don't have such a stiff upper lip after all as one might be lead to believe...
From then on,
Federal Affairs were conducted in Ottawa.
Fine with me!!!
an English immigrant and entrepreneur founded in 1786 what was to become
the oldest North American brewery,
a business that still thrives nowadays.
I can attest to that as I'm staring at it right now.
Here is ONE of many pics I took of that building.
What you see above is a daguerreotype taken after a fire ravaged the place.
This was not the last fire,
but the business has survived
improved on its security.
The norms have changed so much over time
as far as the building code is concerned.
A ghostly vision after a fire during the winter season.
I love the effect,
if not the reality...
Thomas May Building,
Old Montreal (c.1901),
Keeping a safe distance...
I remeber my father dragging my mom and me to a building burning down a block away.
I may have been quite young but images remain in my mind,
and this feeling of utter desolation
as I realized already that people had lost their home.
I still cringe every time I hear firetrucks going by,
which is often,
always saying "false alarm, false alarm, false alarm!!",
hoping everyone will be safe and sound,
firemen and citizens alike.
Did I ever mentioned I have a phobia of fire?!?
A few events left me [emotionally] scarred.
Fire Station D'Youville,
Looking at this,
you'd think that whatever is burning is doomed.
I guess the courage and their best efforts made these men do the impossible.
This station is now a museum.
As you can see,
I obviously saw the place,
even went inside and took some pics,
but I can't find that post.
But it is the same building as in the previous picture,
if you look carefully.
I noticed that much at least...
I saw a building under construction near my place burn down to the ground.
The whole series of pics can be seen here.
One has to admire their courage and determination.
I would SO NOT want their job!!!
Let the smoke and fire clear
so you can head back to
For those who were hoping for me to be a themer and keep with the cigarette topic,
and especially those unfamiliar with my other kind of blogging since I don't do only SS posts here,
you can read [if you have the time and the curiosity]
how I saw Death while smoking outside,
or how a cigarette got me a new husband [thankfully, only for a fleeting moment...].
Or since I fancy myself a photographer...
I hope the smoke didn't get too much in your eyes...