Yesterday, I was one of many visitors to Neepawa, with the 15th annual Lily Festival being the official occasion.
My reasons for visiting were different than those of the 28 other passengers and passengerettes on the bus. I had been there last year at this time and I was so impressed with the town that I wanted to go back. The townsfolk were very friendly and the people seem to take a great deal of pride in where they live. It is a pleasant and welcome change from what I call the degenerate capital of the Socialist People’s Republic of Manitoba.
The drive to Portage la Prairie, our morning break stop, that has become somewhat routine, did not pass without a couple of photographic highlights.
I missed this shot when I passed by this way a couple of weeks ago on the way to Clear Lake and I did not make that same mistake again.
Rest assured, the temporary closure of the Elie Esso has caused me no “inconveniance”.
Near Road 31W is the sign for Carli’s Produce. I think most of you know why this is significant for me.
I also learned that the person seated to my left once worked with Telly Mercury, who was the first legal counsel for Winnipeg Jets version 1.0 and who served on the team’s first board of directors. Needless to say, that one came out of left field.
After getting off the bus in Portage, I made my way over to Subway to pick up my lunch. The lunch in Neepawa was provided as part of our tour, but, from my experience last year, it was not a gastronomic misadventure I wanted to repeat. On the way to Subway, I noticed this sign:
I returned to the bus via the deserted Portage la Prairie Mall.
I understand that Portage la Prairie is doing well, but the same can not be said for the mall. Good space still available. Cheap.
Near the bus, I spotted this sign:
Upon leaving Portage, we continued west until we reached PTH 16, otherwise known as the Yellowhead Highway.
We eventually disembarked near the Legion, where I spotted this cannon aimed westward.
It’s comforting to know that this cannon stands ready to defend us from the invading hordes advancing from the Farmers Republic of Saskatchewan. Jack Chow, or Layton, would, of course, insist on this armament being registered.
I didn’t stick around to see the parade of farm implements, but I did take this shot before beginning my tour of the town:
This is the historic Land Titles Building:
An odd-shaped home at the corner of Hamilton Street and Walker Avenue:
I stumbled upon Neepawa Collegiate:
… as well as the hospital, or “health center”, the new in-vogue term for a health care facility.
Leftovers from the parade:
The Viscount Cultural Center for the Arts might have been an interesting place to visit, but I was a little short on time.
This is the childhood home of Margaret Laurence, not “Lawrence” as the sign at the Yellowhead Center suggested.
Having unloaded the contents of my bladder, I noticed this sign:
A visitor from the Farmers Republic of Saskatchewan, showing pride in his taxpayer-subsidized, semi-professional football team.
There was a nice garden outside the Knox Presbyterian Church, which was built in 1896.
Free fertilizer is also available on the route. Be careful not to step in it.
Most people of Neepawa seem quite happy to have visitors, but the Noonan-Robinson household is one exception:
This house was originally owned by the Davidson family, one of the early settlers in the area:
I wound up my tour of Neepawa with a stop at the Beautiful Plains Museum, a former CNR station:
Once inside, I realized that I wasn’t going to have enough time to see everything. From the outside, it doesn’t look like much, but for a history buff like myself, it’s a place I could have spent half a day or more in.
For starters, this was a nice shot from 1941 or 1942 of the approach to Neepawa from the east along what was then PTH 4, less than two decades after the trunk highway system in Manitoba was established. I did my best to capture the shot with my camera, but I wish I had my scanner with me.
I visited a number of other places inside the museum:
I only wish I had allowed for more time at the museum, but alas, I had to make my way to Mr. Ribs restaurant where our bus was waiting.
Next on the agenda was a guided tour of the town and we picked up Joe, a local resident, who took us around many of the spots I had covered on foot and provided a lot of useful historical detail on many of the places I had visited. The highlight was a trip through scenic Riverside Cemetery, but I imagine it wasn’t a highlight for Derek, who had to negotiate some difficult turns. It wasn’t a place built for large tour buses.
The tour wound up with an unscheduled drive-by of the bird sanctuary and park on the south end of town. The bird sanctuary in Souris is highly touted, but I had not heard of Neepawa’s refuge for our fine, feathered friends that more than rivals its equivalent in Souris. On my next visit, I will have to make a point of stopping there.
We dropped Joe off near the courthouse, and then it was on to the Lily Nook, a couple of miles south of Neepawa.
My thanks to Derek, who brought us there and back safely there, to Joe, our guide in Neepawa, for providing some valuable details on Neepawa, and to Roswitha, our tour guide for the fourth time in just over two weeks.