This is north of Nojack, Alberta on July 26, 2020.
An internet source says this is Hattonford Church. When I got there I saw a sign in front that said "All Saints Anglican Church 1927". So I will go with that. The cemetery is across the road and I saw a photo on a internet site that had a sign that said Hattonford Cemetery. The sign on the cemetery was missing. The church is fairly complete inside and it looks like it has not been used in some time. It might be occupied because I am sure I heard something growl at me when I was inside. I never did see what it was.
Ghost town with zero residents and a couple of buildings. The townsite was fenced off.
The plaque on the town marker reads:
"Settlement of the St. Boswells' district began in 1908. The original townsite consisting of a post office, store, and a blacksmith shop, was first located on the northwest quarter of 16-12-7. It was named after Alex Dow's former home in Scotland. In 1918 because of the intended Canadian National Railway route it was moved to this location.
St. Boswells, a thriving village from 1919 to 1929, slowly began diminishing in size. During its best years it boasted five elevators, a curling and skating rink, lumberyard, bank, town hall, garages, hotel, blacksmith shop, livery stable, cafe, hardware, grocery and drygoods stores, laundry, pool hall and barbershop, drugstore, doctor and dentist offices, two churches and a school. The town hall and cement sidewalks are all that remain."
Supposedly the best water in the area. I did not indulge.
Our first really hot day this year. Eleven at night and could not sleep due to the heat. So I put on my helmet and gloves and took the motorcycle down the highway for a quick ride. Next time I will make sure there is gas in the tank. Ten gas stations and one was open.
Once I got on the highway it was dark, no traffic, just my headlights slicing through the night and a crescent moon high up on my right as I headed south. Did a loop on an overpass and headed home. Nice cool night air and a fun forty minutes.
This is not too far from Westlock, Alberta. It is kind of hidden away on a side road with a lot of trees hiding the view. I was here with a friend of mine. We could not get the gate open so we climbed over it. With all of the rain we have been getting the entire area was like walking on a wet sponge. Just about everywhere in my part of Alberta on July 4 you will find the ground is soaked.
Not locked so we opened it. We left everything as we found it.
Lots of visible water damage inside. I am surprised the pews have not been removed or stolen.
I found the window appealing for some reason. Kind of a haunted house look to it.
Finally got it out of the shop Wednesday morning. There is a minor fix that is outstanding so it will have a return trip. The shop detailed it for me. It has never looked so good.
I drove it this morning to visit my mother who lives about fifty miles from me. The weather here is finally decent enough to ride it. Spent most of the day with mom and we even went out for dinner. Rode in home in the evening sun.
I had some stuff stored for the last four, maybe five years, and I finally got around to getting the boxes home and going through them. There are books, discs, and some other things that I am weeding out. You find yourself wondering why you bothered to keep some things. There are a few items I rediscovered that I forgot I had.
I found my father's Waltham pocket watch. Dad died in 1997. I only have a couple of items of his so it was nice to find this. Actually I never lost it, I just forgot I had it. Many years ago he worked as a heavy duty mechanic and because of shop regulations he never wore a ring or wore a watch for many years. I remember he had more than one (I wonder what happened to the others . . . ). I was in elementary school in those years and I remember there was a bit of competition among him and the other guys in the shop regarding pocket watches, chains, and watch fobs. Everyone he worked with had one.
I have not seen anyone use a pocket watch in years. Everyone these days uses their phone and no one foresaw that you would use a phone for everything. Some items should come back into fashion.
I have been to and posted Neidpath before. On my way home from Assiniboia, Saskatchewan I found myself driving by this spot. This is a ghost town. The elevators are looking worse for the wear from a few years ago. One is missing a section of roof. Hopefully they stand for a few years yet.
If anything else existed in Maxstone all there is now is a church and a school. I made a weekend trip with this as my target. I got there and got five photos before it started to rain. Actually it poured. I retreated into my truck and tried to get photos out an open window. The rain came in at a forty-five degree angle. After wiping water off my camera lens multiple times I finally gave up.
There is a number to contact someone for a tour of the church. If I am back in the area I will call it. The church is original inside, it did not appear locked but I could not get access. A project for another time.
I was driving around western Manitoba, photographing grain elevators, and I happened to see this abandoned house north of Russell. It still looks pretty straight - hopefully it will be around for a while yet.
I feel like this abandoned house has some stories it could tell.
I was going to shoot it from the highway and carry on, but something made me turn down the gravel road to investigate further. As I approached, I saw that it was a substantial house - two stories, stone, with some attempt at ornamentation - and not another wooden farm house.
As you can see, it is quite overgrown. I did not approach the house.