Archive for September, 2009

that mythical cow

Wednesday, September 9th, 2009

You’ve probably heard about the cow… The one Laura Secord was supposed to have dragged across enemy lines en route to warn Colonel Fitzgibbon?

As if.

No doubt she milked a few in her day, but the woman wasn’t remotely daft enough to drag a slow-moving, cud-chewing bovine over the Niagara escarpment. Really. That was a bit of fiction invented by historian and government official William E. Coffin. Apparently he claimed Laura milked the cow in order to persuade an American sentry to let her pass. (Yes, I know it sounds implausible, even two centuries later.)

The trouble seems to be that, Laura – a woman of admirable discretion and humility – declined to boast of her exploits immediately after the fact for reasons of national and – no doubt – personal security. She only wrote of her pivotal role in the affair many years later when seriously pressed by financial circumstance (she was a widow; she was poor; plus ca change…) This caused some historians to question the legitimacy of her claims, never mind the military documents that backed them up. 

A woman? Save Canada?!

Fortunately, the sisterhood took up her cause, the record was corrected, and monuments laid. The rest, as I wish they would say, is chocolate.

a chore list that’d choke a horse

Wednesday, September 9th, 2009

Laura Secord’s mother died when she was 8. Naturally — people being even clearer in 1784 than they are now about the indispensability of women — her father married again. A few years later, after his second wife died, he married a third time.

By then, Laura was 14, and had 10 siblings. (I know!)

No doubt as one of the eldest, she was expected to shoulder some of the work then classified as women’s. This included cooking, cleaning and childcare, of course, plus tending orchards, planting vegetables, raising chickens, milking cows, and churning cream.

And there was no mall-hopping in her spare time. That was spent spinning thread, weaving cloth, and sewing clothes.

I know what you’re thinking: no wonder the woman was slim! When would she have found the time to eat?

 And yes, it’s becoming only too clear:  slipping out of the house that hot June morning in 1813 – even if it was to negotiate a 30-kilometre walk in inappropriate footwear through dangerous territory – might have been a welcome change of pace for the slaving Laura.