The Ojibwa called the area Baawitigong, which roughly translates as place of the rapids, and was used as a central gathering spot during the region’s whitefish season on the St. Mary’s River which has rolling rapids and feeds the city that now stands there.
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GRAN’S CANADA HIGHWAY – EPISODE 5: THE SOO by Jaimie Vernon
Posted in Family, life, Opinion, Serialized Book with tags Algoma Railway, American, Angelina Napolitano, Canadian Motor Hotel, Etienne Brule, Highway 17, Knight's Inn, Lake Superior, Marathon, Montreal River, Ojibwa, RCAF, road trip, Sault Ste. Marie, Soo locks, Terry Fox, Thunder Bay, Trans-Canada Highway, Wawa, Wawa Goose, World War 2 on July 27, 2020 by segariniPat Blythe – Toronto’s Mixed Grill – A Scrapbook
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It’s 4am on Sunday morning, March 8, and I’ve just arrived home from a long day and night of music hopping….and the damn Queen streetcar short-turned again….and the clocks went forward one hour (OMG it’s really 5am!!)….and I’ve decided to change my tune (so to speak)….and tell you about my “day in the life of….” rather than have our esteemed editor post the article I’ve already filed.
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