Ralph Bice; an incomplete biography plus recollections Ralph was born on March 2, 1900 at West Guilford to Mr. and Mrs. Fred Bice, a Park Ranger. February 23, 1911 they moved to Kearney. Ralph began life as a guide in 1917 on August 4. In 1918 he built a trapping camp in McCraney. At […]
THE LAST DEER by Ralph Bice 1973 This is a true story. It happened quite a few years ago and there are still a few around who remember that it did happen, though noone seems to be able to tell the exact year. Since both of these old people are long gone the time really […]
WOMEN IN MY LIFE by Ralph Bice From January 10, 1979 I hope when anyone sees the title l have chosen this week they will not think l have been reading those confession magazines and have decided to make a wholesale confession. I have thought just how much it meant to know these very friendly […]
SCHOOL DAYS by Ralph Bice From Wednesday, June 28, 1978 Schools and education have been very much in the news the last few years. Does not seem so long ago that enrolment was increasing, schools were overcrowded and those in charge thought the trend would continue. New schools were built and editorials stressed the necessity […]
THE EIGHTH CONCESSION by Ralph Bice From Wednesday, January 18, 1978 I have been thinking about writing a story on this particular part of Bethune Township but there are so few people left who lived there years ago that it was difficult to come up with names of the early settlers and who was there […]
THINGS IN GENERAL BY Ralph Bice From July 7, 1976 Does not seem right that we could have such nice weather during the week and then when the holiday starts it gets wet and cold. This was the week or date that the Ministry decided the proposed quota on parties going into Algonquin Park. […]
NOT A GOOD PLACE TO HIDE WHISKEY by Ralph Bice December 5, 1973 This little episode happened many years ago. In fact it was many years ago, nearly sixty, that it was told to me, or rather to a gathering where I happened to be. The men who took part are long gone, though the […]
