He didn’t like the nickname. “Black Jack” made him sound like a dirty player, a hockey thug or goon. But ruling the Detroit Red Wings’ blueline as a tough defenceman, John Sherratt Stewart deserved the moniker, and the name stuck. As he explained, “I got the nickname when a player woke up in the dressing room and said, ‘Who hit me with the blackjack?’ ” Other accounts say the other player awoke in a hospital room. Playing defence, Stewart wasn’t expected to score goals, and he rarely did. But he was a great skater who played hard, winning face-offs, clearing the puck, and rarely turning it over to the other team. His defensive play forced opponents to shoot from a distance. He understood his role and delivered hits with a ferocity that made others quake. If you saw him coming at you with a smile, look out.
Press photo. If you see this smile coming at you, prepare to get hit. [2]
Stewart carried the heaviest stick in the league, for “breaking arms” rather than scoring goals, he claimed. He often led the league in penalty minutes. And he got what he gave, playing through pain and injury all too often.
Black Jack was one of the fastest skaters in the league. [3]
J. Stewart, Black Jack's grandfather, 1893 Louise Municipality Council. [4]
Black Jack’s father, John Calvin (“JC”) Stewart was two years old when his family came west. JC’s wife, the former Beatrice Marian Sherratt, was also born in Perth, Ontario in 1883. Moving to Pilot Mound in 1907, she and her sister Louise opened a millinery shop in Pilot Mound prior to her marriage in 1910. JC and Beatrice had six children: Keith, Morna, John (“Jack”), Barclay, Arva, and Mary (“Trixie”).
Jack's father, JC Stewart, was a winning hockey player, too. The Pilot Mound hockey team won the amateur championship of Manitoba in 1907-08. L-R: Bunny Baker, Ed Hayman, JC Stewart, G. MacKay, H. Bateman, B Cuthbert, Dunc Renaud [5]
Jack Stewart learned to play hockey on outdoor rinks in Pilot Mound. He said he kept fit by working on the family farm during the off-season. The Stewart family was very athletic, and Jack was also known as an avid curler and softball player. In 1935 the strength of the local hockey team did not go unnoticed by the Pilot Mound Sentinel. Editor Ron Tuckwell bragged about the team winning 20 straight games as a home-grown team without imports, but moaned about the poor turnout of fans. Support improved immediately, and the team went on to win their league title.
Sentinel, February 8, 1935 [6]
Jack Stewart was a high school hockey star on the Portage Collegiate Institute team. [7]
By 1937 19-year-old Stewart was captain of the Portage Terriers and attracting attention from the Winnipeg sports editors.
Headed for star-dom. Sentinel, February 18, 1937 [8]
A year later Stewart was playing with the Pittsburgh Pirates, the farm team of the Detroit Red Wings. He was ranked among the three best rookies that year. He was teased for being an actual farmer, but throughout his career he always praised his home town, and the town was very proud of him. As a special guest at Pilot Mound’s 1938 hockey banquet, the Sentinel reported that John claimed he had never mingled with “a better bunch of fellow or a faster team (outside the ‘pro’ ranks) than those of his home town, Pilot Mound.” The home-town editor called him a “fine, sturdy young player who himself has hung up already, an enviable record for any aspiring hockeyist to shoot at.”
Black Jack Stewart [9]
Stewart was called up by the Detroit Red Wings in the 1938-39 season, and cemented his reputation as a fierce defenceman. It was a tough season, and he was disappointed to sit out the playoffs with a severe ankle injury. It would be one of many injuries he would receive, and inflict.
Sentinel, January 18, 1940 [10]
Like his friend Pete Fraser, Sentinel editor Ron Tuckwell was a tremendous hockey fan. They both served the town’s hockey club as executives, and the newspaper followed Stewart’s career closely. Pilot Mound’s pride was evident, and Stewart was referred to in glowing terms, displaying “fighting heart, courage, character, and clean-cut sportsmanship.” (No doubt, opponents like Montreal Canadiens player Elmer Lach would scoff about the “clean-cut sportsmanship” praise. A sports reporter accused Stewart of punching Elmer’s healing jaw and then elbowing him in the jaw to deliberately take him out of the 1949 Stanley Cup series. The Red Wings denied the charge and sued for libel.) Tuckwell wrote about “Johnny” Stewart often. When Stewart made the NHL All-Star team, the April 1, 1943 Sentinel quoted Liberty magazine’s account: “What has Jack Stewart got that doesn’t show in statistics? Plenty. He is a strong skater, sure-footed, breaks quickly and passes cleanly so that his rushing pal doesn’t even hesitate in flight. Defensively, Stewart intercepts opponents’ passes with real finesse, and, if the puck-carrier insists upon going in alone, Stewart can deliver a real grand slam.” Detroit News columnist Joe Falls would agree, writing, “It almost was impossible getting past him without paying the price. He had a way of putting his full body into a check, and the impact could be felt throughout the arena.”
Sentinel, May 13, 1943 [11]
The home-town hockey banquet in 1943 was also a send-off for Stewart, who had joined the RCAF, and would soon be playing for their Alouettes team. The Montreal Gazette wrote that Stewart’s style of play as the hardest hitter in the NHL had not eased up in the RCAF. Of a game between the Alouettes and the Quebec Aces, the paper noted that the Aces “were flying in the first part of the game – until Stewart started to work on them; after he hit a few of them they slowed down to a canter. It isn’t going to take the other clubs long to find out he’s in this League.” After two years in the air force as a leading aircraftman, playing hockey in Montreal and Winnipeg, Stewart returned to the Red Wings.
Trainer Honey Walker gives Black Jack a post-game rub-down, 1946. [12]
In March 1946 the Sentinel announced that Stewart had again been selected #1 defenceman on the NHL All-Star team. Liberty magazine was quoted once more. The magazine called Stewart a “determined battler” who led the League in penalties, but who was also a fast and skilled player. The writer admired him for having game: “he played all one season with a wristbone so badly fractured that his hockey stick was taped to the wrist with adhesive bandage.” Although he was sent to the penalty box often, he did not argue with referees, stating, “I figured for every penalty I got, I used to get away with 10.”
John Mariucci (Chicago Black Hawks) slugs it out with Black Jack Stewart (#2) in a fight that lasted several minutes on the ice and in the penalty box, December 4, 1946. [13]
Stewart made the All Star team in 1946, as well. Sentinel, March 21, 1946 [14]
Sentinel, January 22, 1947 [15]
Although aggressive on the ice, Jack Stewart was not an angry person and was considered easy-going, with a wry sense of humour. The Detroit News reporter Paul Chandler had noted that, “On the street this brawny athlete wears natty suits in soft colour tones. He speaks quietly and behaves at all times with a discreet polish usually associated with genteel society.” Indeed, he was so quiet that his teammates called him “Silent Jack.” When asked a question, he would nod instead of saying “yes.” One fan who found Stewart charming was Lois Fraser, his new bride.
Sentinel, May 17, 1949 [16]
Lois was the daughter of a famed Ontario harness racer named Will L. Fraser (not to be confused with Dad’s uncle, another Ontario harness racer named Will L. Fraser).
Mrs. John Stewart (nee Fraser) with her father's famed race horse "Dr. Stanton." [17]
Come for the hockey, stay for the fights. Jack Stewart (#2) mixes it up with a Toronto player, 1940s. Detroit fans loved it. [18]
Red Wings fans were dismayed in 1950 when Stewart was included in the biggest NHL trade to date. Five players were traded to the Chicago Blackhawks for four of their players. In Chicago the 33-year-old Stewart continued to play as team captain and assistant coach. Within two months of joining the Blackhawks, however, Stewart suffered a spinal injury that should have ended his career. Doctors told him he was lucky he could even walk and warned him against further play. Stewart chose to have the ruptured disc removed and returned to the ice.
Black Jack bares all. [19]
At 5’11”, with a playing weight of 185 lbs., Stewart wasn’t considered a big guy, but he was all muscle and sinew. He attributed his strength to working on his family’s farm, where he spent the offseason.
Sentinel, February 15, 1951 [20]
Early in the 1951-52 season Stewart suffered a minor skull fracture in an on-ice collision with teammate Clare Martin. He spent two weeks in hospital and missed several weeks of play. By mid-February 1952, he asked to be released from the team to pursue coaching opportunities in the minor leagues. Stewart was a player/coach with the Chatham Maroons in the Ontario Senior League during the 1952-53 and 1953-54 seasons, where he played the final games of his career. He continued coaching at various levels until 1963, when he left hockey for good. The move from hockey to harness racing was not so strange. Jack Stewart’s father, JC Stewart, had long been a harness racing enthusiast. He owned and operated the Pilot Mound racetrack and acted as judge and starter for countless race meets in the province, and was president of the Manitoba and Northwestern Racing Association.
Pilot Mound and its racetrack on the northeast edge of town. [21]
Sentinel, September 29, 1960 [22]
Jack worked his way through the ranks as a harness race timer and held various judging roles. He served as a judge with the Ontario Racing Commission for nearly 30 years. A post on the Third String Goalie blog of May 6, 2017 [23] summarized Stewart’s hockey stats: “His final NHL totals were 565 games played with 31 goals and 84 assists for 115 points and 765 penalty minutes and two Stanley Cups. Stewart was inducted into the Michigan and Manitoba Sports Halls of Fame [24], was named a charter member of the Red Wings Hall of Fame in 1944 and was inducted into the Hockey Hall of Fame [25] in 1964.”
John Sherratt Stewart was inducted into the Manitoba Sports Hall of Fame in 1997. [26]
John Sherratt Stewart [27]
John (Black Jack) Sherratt Stewart retired to Florida, but returned to Michigan for medical treatment. He died of cancer in Troy, Michigan on May 25, 1983, at age 66. He was predeceased by his wife and survived by son Barclay and daughter Jaclyn.
The Black Jack Stewart Arena, Pilot Mound [28]
Pilot Mound continues to honor its hockey hero. On April 23, 2010 the town celebrated the grand opening of its new Millennium Recreation Centre Complex. Myrna and I accompanied Dad out to the Mound for the day’s events, which included a dedication and naming of the arena after Black Jack Stewart.
The Black Jack Stewart display at the dedication of the arena in Pilot Mound's Millennium Recreation Complex, April 23, 2010 [29]
The Black Jack Stewart display at the dedication of the arena in Pilot Mound's Millennium Recreation Complex, April 23, 2010 [30]
Dad reads up on Pilot Mound's local celebrity. [31]
We met up with Dad’s friends Clare Geddes and Arva Shewchuk (Jack Stewart’s sister) at the Centre and gave our names at the reception table. We were surprised at the registrar’s delight upon hearing we were Frasers. (Dad hadn’t lived there since 1946!) We knew there had been other Frasers in Pilot Mound (like their illustrious first mayor James Fraser), and guessed that explained it. We didn’t know at the time, of course, that we must have been mistaken for Jack Stewart’s in-laws. At the same time, however, we are relatives of a sort. Black Jack had in-laws from two different harness-racing Fraser families from Ontario. His sister, Mary Beatrice (“Trixie”), was the wife of Dad’s cousin Doug, the son of Gordon Fraser.
Jack Stewart's brother-in-law and Dad's cousin, Doug Fraser [32]
Trixie was a year younger than Dad, but he knew her well from their school years. She lived in Red Deer, Alberta until her death in October, 2012.
Dad with Arva (nee Stewart) Shewchuk [33]
Trixie was the older sister of Arva Shewchuk, who lived in Winnipeg and became a good friend of Dad’s after Mom’s demise. A widow herself since 1984, Arva introduced Dad to line and Scottish country dancing, and the two of them enjoyed recreational skating, biking, and dining. Arva outlived her five siblings, and passed away at age 89 on December 26, 2013. Today hockey is still front and centre in Pilot Mound. Their hockey academy for young male and female players is attracting international attention, and it's been a real boost for the community. The Black Jack Stewart Arena is seeing a lot of action:
Black Jack Stewart would have been thrilled to see the hockey academy in "his" arena. [34]
Robert Dalton Muir
(August 7, 1926 - 1999)
[Source: Castleguard]
Dalton Muir was born in 1926, a mere seven years after Dad. But it was Dalton’s father (George Muir, 1887-1954) who was one of Dad’s 33 "Reid" cousins. Dalton’s grandmother, Mary (Reid) Muir, was a full 20 years older than Annie (Reid) Fraser, the youngest born to Peter and Christena Reid. Again, Mary McKay’s book, Far Spread the Sparks from Cantire, provides us with a profile of yet another accomplished individual in the Reid family tree.
Dalton Muir, from Far Spread the Sparks from Cantire
Dalton Muir, the only son of George Muir and Leta Dalton, was a staff member of Canadian Wildlife Services, Ottawa, for many years. He travelled widely in the Arctic and the west and was especially known for his wildlife photography.
Born and educated in Toronto, he graduated from North Toronto Collegiate in 1945 and the University of Toronto in 1951. In 1970 he returned to Carleton University and graduated with a Master of Science degree.
His boyhood hobby of photography developed during his high school years into a fascination for capturing on film birds, especially hawks and owls. After graduation he began making science films for the National Film Board and later worked for National Parks – Environment Canada.
While at the University of Toronto he met his future wife. On October 7, 1953 he married Marianne Boyd, daughter of Arthur and Mary (Bomps) Boyd of Toronto. They had two sons: Richard (1956) and Roderick (1959).
The summer before Richard was born Dalton and an assistant, Norval Balch, spent five months on Ellesmere Island, Canada’s most northerly land mass. They made two colour films for the National Film Board Science Film Unit. These were the first such movies made in that bleak land. Dalton and Norval were flown by R.C.A.F. North Star and C-119 Box Car to the weather station at Eureka on Ellesmere Island. From there, they covered their territory by canoe, foot and plane. Being a person who prefers cold weather to hot, Dalton enjoyed the 4 degrees temperature and 24 hours of daylight on Ellesmere Island.
From 1956-1963 the family lived in Beaconsfield, P.Q., and then moved to Nepean, just outside Ottawa and Dalton continued his photography work with the Canadian Wildlife Services. Dalton was invited by the Manitoba Museum of Man and Nature to visit the nest of the Great Gray Owl that had been sighted south and east of Winnipeg. Within a few days of completing his studies at Carleton University, Dalton left Ottawa by car and drove to Winnipeg. There he met Herb Copland who worked with him in the days ahead. At the nest site, working quietly, slowly and carefully, they erected a tower blind just nine feet from the sitting bird without once causing her to leave. She quickly accepted their presence and soon paid no attention to their activities. During the next five days Dalton slept in a tent less than a hundred feet away and spent about 18 hours a day in the blind located in a swampy area close to the U.S.–Canada border. They observed the birds’ hunting and feeding habits and caught the first glimpse of the three young birds when they hatched. The opportunity for close observation of this little known owl gave Dalton and his colleagues a unique insight into the lives of a family of birds of primitive instincts and stereotyped behaviour.
Dalton recorded several of his interesting adventures in Nature Canada, Canada’s nature magazine.
Arctic and other glaciated landscapes have been a lifelong concern of Dalton’s. In 1985 he and Derek Ford took pictures of Castleguard Mountain in British Columbia. Dalton did the photography of the above ground terrain and Derek photographed the miles of caves. Their work was published for National Parks Centennial in a book called Castleguard.
Castleguard, published in 1985
Dalton retired in 1988 and enjoys carpentry, metal work, electronics and landscaping. He enjoys skiing in winter and he and Marianne have travelled in their van, coast to coast and into the Arctic wilderness. He likes to go places no one else has ever been. They have visited Wales, Scotland, Alaska, Labrador, Inuvik and Newfoundland. In the winter of 1992-93 they spent five months travelling from Florida to California and up the west coast.
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Dalton passed away in 1999, and his wife Marianne died in 2014.
Castleguard remains a legacy. It is a handsome coffee table book that is also an academic study and pictorial record of a unique place in Canada. An introduction on the dust jacket reads as follows:
Beside the Columbia Icefield, in Banff National Park, lies a narrow valley. One end of the valley is a barren arctic waste, newly formed by the retreat of the ice ages. Gradually, it grades into an alpine meadow and then into a northern coniferous forest. The valley and the glaciers around it tell the story of how the landscapes of Canada were formed, from the great ice ages to this summer’s flowers.
Partway down the valley there is a cave mouth, the sole entrance to an enormous complex of vaults and passageways that winds for eighteen kilometres under the valley and glacier. In the cold darkness of the Castleguard caves water has been forming and enlarging passages for hundreds of thousands of years. Glistening white stalactites, among the purest in the world, have been growing for millennia.
Come celebrate Castleguard with the adventurers who have explored and photographed the austere beauty of this land shaped by water, cold and time.
Here are a few of Dalton’s photographs and descriptions from Castleguard:
Entrance to an underground landscape (photo 4)
Near the wet rock lies a cave entrance, the only way into a vast and complicated landscape carved out of limestone by water sinking from above. Late each day during hot summer weather, high snow, the icefield and nearby glaciers melt so fast that the natural cave drainage is overwhelmed. Water backfloods, out of the caves below, and pours down the limestone pavement in the foreground. It sometimes washes completely over the huge boulder on the right.
This flooding seals the cave, sometimes for many days. During summer, only the first cavern may be entered safely. The other caverns and passages must be explored during winter months, when there is no danger of flooding.
Sitting in the cool breeze that comes out of the entrance chamber on a hot day, one finds it difficult to imagine what lies beyond. More difficult still is comprehending that the subtle processes visibly changing the surface of the nearby wet rock have carved the miles of cave that lie inside. Perhaps most difficult of all is the long wait for winter when we may enter.
Inside Valley Glacier (photo 9)
Castleguard is bounded on the north side by the Saskatchewan Glacier, which flows from the Columbia Icefield. Along both sides, smaller glaciers join the main ice, like streams emptying into rivers. This tributary glacier had retreated and did not join the main stream when this photo was taken in 1969. In 1984, the tributary glacier had retreated farther, and the Saskatchewan Glacier had sunk noticeably. This is typical of the overall melting and retreat of most glaciers in the Rocky Mountains during the recent decades. The figure of the hiker emphasizes the immensity of the distant ice mass, yet it is trivial compared to the Saskatchewan Glacier underfoot.
Flowers on an Alluvial Fan (photo 31)
High in the mountains, spring arrives late but fall arrives early. During the short summer, plant life develops at breakneck speed and a brief, glorious surge of blossoming appears. Only a few days after the first flowers of a species appear, the rest burst into bloom. Seed follows quickly, because an unusual early frost is always a danger. When early frost strikes, an entire year's seed production may be lost; no new plants will form and continuity of the species will depend on the survival of existing plants. This early August scene shows the entire vertical sequence at the height of summer. At the top are the sterile mountain peaks. Below lies the central Castleguard Glacier, led by the Columbia Icefield, with its light-brown lateral moraine. Among trees of the thin alpine forest is the rocky stream that carries meltwater down to the alluvial fan. The moist, well-vegetated margin of the fan is a floral meadow in full bloom. Two days after the photograph was taken, night-time frost killed the flowers.
This setting is also a dramatic rendering of ecological succession. From barren gravel deposited perhaps a hundred years ago, a series of plant communities has progressed to become a floral meadow of species such as the showy pink legumes of the pea family and the less noticeable cream-coloured Dryas of the rose family.
The Red Spring (photo 105)
This is how a cave begins. Water is pouring from a wide horizontal slot (a bedding plane) but the opening that has been eroded is no more than 2 to 3 cm/1 to 1-1/2 inches high. As hundreds and thousands of years go by the channel will deepen and the slot will become a cave passage several metres wide and deep. The spring has been named "Red Spring," from the distinctive colours of the mosses and algae that grow on the cliff below it. Most springs in this region dry up during the winter, but this one flows throughout the year, dwindling to a litre or two per second, less than one percent of the July flow seen here. The water is coming through a floodwater channel from Castleguard Cave, 150 m/500 feet to the rear of the picture, and it is believed to drain parts of the southern half of Castleguard Meadows.
Time (photo 111)
The experience of Castleguard is a journey through time. The rocks were formed hundreds of millions of years ago. The mountains are younger, pushed up by forces some tens of millions of years ago. The great glaciers passed over them repeatedly within the past few million years and just melted away about ten thousand years ago. The Little Ice Age happened within history, during the past seven hundred years. It ended during this century, within living memory. The meltback continues today. Each year winter passes over the land and changes the details of Castleguard. Late-spring storms delay the onset of growth and summer frost may end the floral display on the Meadows.
At Castleguard, we can read time in the landscape. Beneath all that is visible on the surface lies another landscape, the Cave; it too is a mirror of time.
Castleguard is a perfect embodiment of the National Parks concept: a heritage of important natural landscapes preserved for all time, while making possible recreation, discovery, insight and memories.
Reward (photo 112)
Early adventurers dreamed of streets paved with gold. We have built a civilization that surpasses this crudely imagined luxury. Still, we search, and sometimes find a greater treasure. The sun that burned us through the day had risen behind Terrace Mountain and flooded over the glacier nearby. At sunset it turned the opposite valley wall to gold against a threatening sky. Then, it swept the shadow of another mountain over us, over the trees beyond the stream, the valley, the huge moraines and the high valleys. It lingered briefly on remnant snows and ice that still tear at the mountains before darkening the peak.
Reflection (photo 113)
Most of us live so far from a glacier that it is nothing more than a remote object of curiosity. Yet all of Canada is a glaciated landscape. We obtain food and wood from its soils, live on it and bury each passing generation in it. As we stare past the warm glow of the fire at the sunset on the shrunken glacier across the valley, we can experience this continuum. The small, unnamed glacial remnant on Terrace Mountain, and our near one that is warmed by the rising sun, are realities that confirm our place in the natural order and link us to processes still moulding the face of earth.
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Dalton Muir brings to mind another environmentalist and photographer in the family, Russell Reid. Russell (1900-1967) was a cousin to Dalton’s father, and was 26 years older than Dalton. Russell certainly shared the same reverence for Nature and interest in national parks that Dalton had, but he lived in North Dakota, far from Dalton’s base in Ontario. Russell passed away a few years before Dalton visited Manitoba to photograph the great gray owl, so I doubt they ever met, which is a tremendous shame. They would have been instant friends. You might also be wondering if Dalton Muir is related to the great John Muir (1838-1914), the naturalist and conservationist regarded as the Father of National Parks in the USA. The Sierra Club website states that Ken Burns, the documentary film maker, considered John Muir to have "ascended to the pantheon of the highest individuals in our country; I’m talking about the level of Abraham Lincoln, and Martin Luther King, and Thomas Jefferson, and Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Jackie Robinson – people who have had a transformational effect on who we are." The Sierra Club website explains John Muir's importance:
"As a wilderness explorer, he is renowned for his exciting adventures in California’s Sierra Nevada, among Alaska’s glaciers, and world wide travels in search of nature’s beauty. As a writer, he taught the people of his time and ours the importance of experiencing and protecting our natural heritage. His writings contributed greatly to the creation of Yosemite, Sequoia, Mount Rainier, Petrified Forest, and Grand Canyon National Parks. Dozens of places are named after John Muir, including the Muir Woods National Monument, the John Muir Trail, Muir College (UCSD), and many schools.
Teddy Roosevelt (left) with John Muir
"His words and deeds helped inspire President Theodore Roosevelt’s innovative conservation programs, including establishing the first National Monuments by Presidential Proclamation, and Yosemite National Park by congressional action. In 1892, John Muir and other supporters formed the Sierra Club 'to make the mountains glad.' John Muir was the Club’s first president, an office he held until his death in 1914. Muir’s Sierra Club has gone on to help establish a series of new National Parks and a National Wilderness Preservation System."
Dalton Muir and John Muir: if not kin, then kindred spirits. John was born in Dunbar, Scotland, on the coast east of Edinburgh. In 1849 his family moved to Wisconsin, and by 1868 he had settled in California. He does not appear to be related to the Muirs in our family tree, unless there is a distant link back in Scotland. John Muir did, however, spend two years in Meaford, Ontario, which is in Fraser and Reid country. The young Muir worked in a Meaford mill, producing hay rakes and broom handles, from 1864 to 1866. When the mill burned down, John returned to the States. (Some say he was in Canada to avoid service in the American Civil War.) The Meaford Museum still commemorates "John Muir Day" on the 21st of April each year, as does the state of California, in accordance with California Education Code Section 37222.1:
On John Muir Day, all public schools and educational institutions are encouraged to conduct exercises stressing the importance that an ecologically sound natural environment plays in the quality of life for all of us, and emphasizing John Muir’s significant contributions to the fostering of that awareness and the indelible mark he left on the State of California.
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