{"id":21823,"date":"2010-06-12T21:26:18","date_gmt":"2010-06-13T04:26:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/travelswithmiranda.uskeba.ca\/?p=6948"},"modified":"2016-09-15T17:22:34","modified_gmt":"2016-09-15T14:22:34","slug":"pierre-berton-home-and-the-robert-service-cabin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/pierre-berton-home-and-the-robert-service-cabin\/","title":{"rendered":"Pierre Berton Home and the Robert Service Cabin"},"content":{"rendered":"

After touring the Jack London cabin, I ambled a block down 8th Avenue, plunked myself down on the boardwalk in the sun, and enjoyed my picnic of a sandwich, apple, and iced tea. I made some notes about London and contentedly waited the half hour or so before the start of the 1:30 Robert Service program. It had rained, hard, during the London presentation and more dark clouds were rolling in, so I savoured the brief moment of sunshine.<\/p>\n

Lunch finished, I took some discrete shots of the Berton home. Pierre Berton<\/strong> is Canada’s best known writer of Canadian history, with his most famous books being Klondike<\/em> and The Last Spike<\/em>. He spent some of his childhood years in Dawson and had that home opened up and turned into accommodation for Dawson’s writer in residence. The unassuming green and white structure can be seen across from the Robert Service cabin and one block from the Jack London cabin, but there is nothing to visit.<\/p>\n

Robert Service<\/strong> is known as ‘The Bard of the Yukon.’ A Scottish banker of English origin who came to Canada to be a cowboy and retired in the south of France a millionaire poet, he had an incredibly colourful life. While his best known poems, such as ‘The Shooting of Dan McGrew’ and ‘The Cremation of Sam McGee’, are about the Klondike gold rush, Service did not come to the north until a full decade past the rush.<\/p>\n

After being transferred to the CIBC bank in Dawson, he quit and became a full-time writer. He spent some time living in a cozy log cabin on 8th Avenue. The cabin is just as it was back then and in the same location, and it is only the roof and birch steps which are not original. Or so our interpreter claims. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

The program lasts an hour and is a mixture of fanciful retelling of Service’s life mixed in with a recital of his poetry. Our interpreter was perfect for the job. He was funny, obviously knew his stuff, and delights in it. This attraction is well worth the admission cost and makes for a fun afternoon.<\/p>\n

\"CIMG0061\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Robert<\/a>

Robert Service cabin<\/p><\/div>\n

\"CIMG0064\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"not<\/a>

not quite what I expected; very pretty and homey!<\/p><\/div>\n

\"CIMG0066\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"CIMG0067\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"birch<\/a>

birch twig steps<\/p><\/div>\n

\"sod<\/a>

sod roof<\/p><\/div>\n

\"path<\/a>

path leading to 9th Ave trail<\/p><\/div>\n

\"Service's<\/a>

Service’s desk (or a replica thereof)<\/p><\/div>\n

\"our<\/a>

our Parks Canada interpreter who knew the poems by heart<\/p><\/div>\n

\"This<\/a>

This was written by Service on a piece of wall paper<\/p><\/div>\n

\"the<\/a>

the Pierre Berton home, now used as private accommodation for the writer in residence<\/p><\/div>\n

\"CIMG0060\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Here’s my favourite Robert Service poem, which could have been written for me if you take the word ‘man’ as meaning ‘people of both genders. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
\nA race that can’t stay still;
\nSo they break the hearts of kith and kin,
\nAnd they roam the world at will.
\nThey range the field and they rove the flood,
\nAnd they climb the mountain’s crest;
\nTheirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
\nAnd they don’t know how to rest.<\/em><\/p>\n

If they just went straight they might go far;
\nThey are strong and brave and true;
\nBut they’re always tired of the things that are,
\nAnd they want the strange and new.
\nThey say: “Could I find my proper groove,
\nWhat a deep mark I would make!”
\nSo they chop and change, and each fresh move
\nIs only a fresh mistake.<\/em><\/p>\n

And each forgets, as he strips and runs
\nWith a brilliant, fitful pace,
\nIt’s the steady, quiet, plodding ones
\nWho win in the lifelong race.
\nAnd each forgets that his youth has fled,
\nForgets that his prime is past,
\nTill he stands one day, with a hope that’s dead,
\nIn the glare of the truth at last.<\/em><\/p>\n

He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
\nHe has just done things by half.
\nLife’s been a jolly good joke on him,
\nAnd now is the time to laugh.
\nHa, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
\nHe was never meant to win;
\nHe’s a rolling stone, and it’s bred in the bone;
\nHe’s a man who won’t fit in.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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