RED: The Island Story Book

RED: The Island Story Book A PEI storytelling magazine that was launched, October 2010.

RED is devoted to the telling of our Island story by sharing the stories and experiences of Islanders.

G'day REDheads! It's a gorgeous summer day on paradise Island. Just wanted to drop a reminder that RED 41 is now in stor...
07/24/2026

G'day REDheads! It's a gorgeous summer day on paradise Island. Just wanted to drop a reminder that RED 41 is now in stores Island wide, and also wanted to take a moment to thank all of our advertisers. We are a small local operation and we couldn't do it without all of the local support. Many thanks, we tip our hat to you:

The Root Cellar PEI
Buns and Things
Proude's Shoes
Co-op Country Store
mikesislandmarket Mikes Island Market
Repeats Used Clothing
Broad Strokes Painting
Harmony House
Beltone
Charlottetown Farmers' Market Co-operative
Bookmark
Forever Healthy
PEI Mutual Insurance
Kings County Tractor
The Buzz - PEI's Guide to What's Going On
RE/MAX Kris Fournier/Catherine Fournier
Michael Stanley Pottery
Receiver Coffee Co.
Geneva Villa
John's Home Brew Shop
Red Clay Construction
Lillibets Gift Shop (QEH)
In The Mix Bakery
Callbecks Home Hardware
Good Guys Autoglass
Dalmac
KJL Select Meats Charlottetown

We're proud to have these amazing Island businesses on-board, many thanks for choosing RED. There's always room for a few more, if you'd like more info about advertising in RED, reach out to us at [email protected]
Get out there and support these fine local businesses, keep it in the community, keep it local.

Tally-ho REDheads!

Where we off to today Captain Emard? Brand new RED coming to a store near you and we're enjoying the island views along ...
07/14/2026

Where we off to today Captain Emard? Brand new RED coming to a store near you and we're enjoying the island views along the way I tell ya.

Me and Mr Emard Court are making the rounds today. Deliveries have begun Island wide for the newest volume of RED. This ...
07/13/2026

Me and Mr Emard Court are making the rounds today. Deliveries have begun Island wide for the newest volume of RED. This seemed like an appropriate spot for a pit stop and a pic. Keep your eyes open for the captain on the cover of RED 41, coming soon to a store near you.

Hello REDheads, how do you do? Hope early summer on the Island is hitting the sweet spot, there's truly no better place ...
07/06/2026

Hello REDheads, how do you do?
Hope early summer on the Island is hitting the sweet spot, there's truly no better place in the world to be for the next 3 months.

The brand new volume of RED is on its way, we've had a minor holdup at the print shop. Sorry for the delay, but we think it will be worth the wait, so don't panic, it's on the way. Until then, here's another look at the fantastic cover shot, and a list of our contributing author's for this volume:

Ray Brow: The Only Day it Could Have Been Found.
Wayne Simpson: Treasured. (Story on Emard Court. Also, the photographer who took the cover shot)!
Kate McQuarrie: PEI Untamed. Flying Squirrels
Patrick Ledwell: Made in the 80s. The Exhibition.
Keith Milligan: Silver and Gold. Part II.
Georges Arsenault: Shutter Stories. An Airplane in our Backyard.
Frank Gillan: The Necktie.
Davy Weale: Well, That Was Awkward.
Jean Ward: The Ferry.
Neil Stanley: Chance Encounters.
Jake and Diane Rennie: The Hill Overlooking Home.
Ian Scott as told by Ken McInnis: The Trophy in the Window.
Brendon McCloskey: The 45 Chicken Thieves.
Judy Finlayson: Groovin.
David Weale: Keepsakes. Donald MacDonald.
Jennifer Shields: Swarmed.
Dale DesRoches: Sweatin' it Out at the Laundry.
Callum Beck: Faces in the Riot. Part V.
Wayne MacKinnon: The Not so Humble Potato.
Tex MacDonald: A Manure Pile with a Story.
Jenny MacDougall: Constructive Tenderness.
Randall J. O'Connor: What Ever Happened to John Scott O'Brien.
Glenda Landry: Our Maudie.
Ian Petrie. Rural Roots. Lets be Citizens, Not just Consumers.
Laurie Rayner Langford: The Forgotten Women of the PEI Silver Fox Boom.
Gary Evans: Waiting Room Woes.
Mike O'Brien: McAskills.
Gregory Bowles: The Locavore Feed.
Wayne MacDonald: Hands of a Fisherman.
Ed MacDonald: The Geography of Home. Spring Training.

That's what I'd call an embarrassment of literary riches.
Coming soon to a store near you.
Tally-ho REDheads!

The Charlottetown Farmers Market forever! Get out and support hard working locals. https://www.facebook.com/share/1HZYke...
07/03/2026

The Charlottetown Farmers Market forever! Get out and support hard working locals.

https://www.facebook.com/share/1HZYkeYYMg/

Local businesses supporting local businesses + local folks supporting local businesses...

THAT, friends, is how we keep our money circulating in the PEI economy and help strengthen the fabric of our communities.

Pictured here is Angel of with a large load of chives she just purchased from Aman of A-OK Gardens.

Those chives will go straight into Angel's Cheddar and Chive Sourdough loaves, which YOU can purchase on Saturday and enjoy with friends, family or all on your own!

Angel is dedicated to sourcing as many of her ingredients from the Market and other Island suppliers as possible and you can truly taste the difference it makes in every slice of her bread and other baked goodies/

07/02/2026

This is your official RED 41 preview folks!

Keep your eyes open for this classic RED cover shot. In stores from Tignish to Souris the first week of July.

Or order online at www.tanglelane.ca

The Island is RED and RED is the Island.

06/16/2026

A Pocket Full of Love
by Tara Lockhart
RED volume 31

There are two things that I clearly remember about my grandfather, Randall Boates: He sang "I's the B'y" a lot. In fact it might have been his favorite ditty. The second thing is that he would often give us - his grandchildren - some of the coins in his pocket. He was fond of saying that a person should always have a bit of change in their pocket. Many years ago, when he passed away, one of my older cousins went around collecting coins from each of us at the wake; we wanted to make sure that he had change in his pocket one final time. Sometimes, when I hear someone's pocket jingling, it reminds me of him.

My grandmother, Thelma Boates, who never EVER played on a Sunday, was a very good card player, and she was especially good at the game of Queens. In this game, the queen of spades is worth 100 points, and without fail the queen of spades nearly always found its way into my grandmother's hand, or so it seemed to me. Card shark? Maybe, but only in the sense that she was quite skilled. Lucky? For sure!

When my grandmother passed away several years ago, we made sure that the queen of spades was placed in her jacket pocket.

This tradition of putting coins or a card into pockets at a wake may have started unintentionally, but there is something comforting about giving one final memento to a loved one which makes me wonder - what will be put in my pocket?

06/04/2026

On the Banks of a Daydream
by Davy Weale
RED volume 20

It’s a Friday afternoon in April, I’ve just returned home from a two hour trip down memory lane with musician Garth Proud, and music is on my mind. I’m thumbing through my vinyl record collection, looking for my copy of Gene Maclellan’s 1970, self-titled album; one of the most prized in my collection. I find it, pull it out, flip it over and sure enough there he his, Garth Proud, his name beside the song “On the Banks of a Daydream.” I put the record on, ease into a soft chair, close my eyes and listen.

When someone tells me they’ve co-written a song with legendary Canadian songsmith Gene Maclellan, they’ve got my attention. “Banks of a Daydream” comes on and I recall the story as Garth told it just a few hours earlier.

It happened on the set of the old Sing-a-long Jubilee, in the late 1960’s – which Gene and Garth were both part of at the time. There was a break in taping and the musicians were lounging around, bidin’ their time, when Garth grabbed a guitar and started noodling around on a bit of a bossa nova riff. Gene, who was nearby, overheard what Garth was doing and made his way over, “Hey man, that sounds nice, like we’re on a beach or on the banks of a daydream,” Garth recalls Gene saying. That night, Garth took the riff home with him, worked out a bridge for the tune, brought it back the next day and Gene did the rest. According to Gene, Garth was the only co-writer he’d ever worked with on a song.

Many years before that episode, Garth’s musical journey started out in Charlottetown, where he grew up. His was not a particularly musical family per-se, his dad played the harmonica and his grandmother played the organ at church, but it was his older sister Faye that perhaps had the most influence, exposing him to the early rock-and-roll and rock-a-billy sounds of artists like Elvis, The Everly Brothers, The Ventures, Booker T and the MG’s, to name a few.

His brother-in-law, Murray Mayhew, loaned him his first instrument, an old Harmony guitar. At the age of thirteen he bought his first guitar out of the Sears catalogue along with a Silvertone amp.

His first band was called The Tempos, which consisted of an ensemble of school friends from Queen Charlotte Junior High: Richard Hancox, Bill Lea, and Gus Houston. They played together for a couple of years. Garth recalled their first gig with a chuckle, it was a dance in the Queen Charlotte gymnasium in front of their peers. They were nervous as hell, but they pulled it off, and got five dollars each at the end of the show. The Tempos wouldn’t last long, but you have to start somewhere, and for Garth a musical journey was begun.

These were the days of the legendary Rollaway club, a Charlottetown hot spot for live music and dancing and Garth was a regular. To him, and many others undoubtedly, The Tremtones, who were the house band at the Rollaway at the time, were rock-stars. Garth recalls sneaking out to the Rollaway and sitting in front of the bass player, George Halliwell, and studying every note he played. Having no formal musical training, this was how he learned; a keen ear and plenty of determination. George and Garth would become friends, and eventually, Garth would get the call to sub in for George when he needed a night off. It felt like being called up to the big leagues, being upon that vaunted and revered Rollaway stage. It was a big step, and probably didn’t hurt in the getting girls department, but still, there were no illusions of a music career at this point in time. In fact, he was planning to attend the vocational school out by UPEI to do a business and commerce course, with the hopes of one day opening up a men’s wear shop, much like his cousin Wayne had done with Proud’s Shoes.

But Garth wasn’t interested in school, and his grades reflected it. One of his English teachers, Mrs. Baker could tell that Garth was struggling a bit with academics, and knew it was due largely to his preoccupation with music. Rather than punish him for his distracted nature, Mrs. Baker encouraged him to pursue music, and convinced him it was a viable career option, and relayed stories of her own friends who were professional musicians. It meant a lot to Garth at the time. Indeed, his trajectory was not the haberdashery, but the stage, and though he didn’t quite know it yet, he soon would.

One night while Garth was playing at the Rollaway, Brian Ahern – a well-known guitar player and band leader – dropped in for a listen. Long story short, he and Garth hit it off. Brian was a guy with some music scene clout. He offered Garth an audition for a bass playing gig on the CBC television show, Frank’s Bandstand. Garth hopped in his Nash Rambler and set off for CBC studios in Halifax. He recalls his meeting with Frank’s Bandstand producer, Manny Pitsen, “Who paced around and looked me over with a discerning eye, like he was buying a horse, of course with camera shots in mind, and eventually said, “’ Yeah, he’ll do.”’

Garth Proud, an eighteen year old, self-taught musician who couldn’t read charts, just landed a gig on national television. He moved to Halifax where he was able to crash at his sister’s apartment. He remembers vividly his first rehearsal, amongst so many top notch musicians, as a terrifying experience. He was raw. He played the bass guitar with a pick. During the rehearsal the saxophone player, Keith Jollimore, noticed this and informed “You’re a bass player man, throw away that pick,” and he did. It was a great and daunting life transition he was undertaking, and luckily there were a couple of kind bandmates who took him under their wing, befriended him, and showed him around Halifax including all the musical hot spots. It would soon feel like home.

CBC studios was a major player on the national music scene in those days. There was a lot going on, including a music variety show called The Singalong Jubilee, who’s musical director was none other than, Brian Ahern. In time Garth got the gig on the Jubilee, where he would be a mainstay for the next ten years, playing a part in launching the careers of artists such as Catherine McKinnon, Shirley Eikhard, Freddy McKenna, Jim Barnett, Bill Langstroth, Gene MacLellan and Anne Murray.

If you’re telling me stories of auditioning Anne Murray on the Sing-a-long Jubilee, and backing her on bass when she premiered her version of Gene MacLellan’s song Snowbird, again, you’ve got my attention.

There are too many stories to share from the Jubilee years. Garth found himself in great musical company, backing up, touring and recording with a lot of musical legends. As Anne Murray’s fame blossomed, she moved on from the Jubilee and made her way to Toronto, along with Brian Ahern. The two would work closely for many years, and go on to record eleven albums together.
It’s but a tiny glimpse into the inner workings of the revered maritime music machine of the late 60’s and 70’s, and Garth was no small part of that machine – a steady bandmate and highly proficient musician, the Garth Prouds are often overlooked for their musical contributions, while praise and fame are heaped upon singer songwriters. But make no mistake, their role in making the machine run smoothly is vital.

Things were winding down with the Jubilee, but it’s far from the end of Garth’s musical journey. When Brian Ahern left the Jubilee, there was an opening for a guitar player. Georges Hebert got the job, and though their time together on the Jubilee would soon end, they would develop a friendship that remains to this day - still playing music together frequently.

Georges would also make his way to Toronto to accompany Anne, and Garth was invited to be a part of that ensemble, but he declined. He didn’t want to be stuck in Toronto.

At about this time, he was offered a job as a maritime sales representative for Yamaha. That was a gig that would last for the next thirty-three years, until he retired in 08’.

When you’re a good guy and a consummate professional, in any business, it seems that one thing often leads to another. And so it did for Garth. The right people came along at the right time, and Garth made the right impression, and made a hell of a lot of beautiful music and great friends on the journey.

Anne and Garth remain good friends to this day, and I thought I’d end the piece with the story of Anne’s final concert in Springhill, Nova Scotia. It wasn’t known to most at the time that it was to be her final concert. Garth was in attendance, and after the show, Anne sent someone to fetch him and bring him back to the green room. There, the old friends shared a warm reunion and carried on like old times, when Anne, seemingly out of the blue, declared that this was to be her last concert; the last stop on a career journey that made her famous and took her all over the world, and to cap it all off, she wanted to share the moment with a man, a musician, a friend who was there when the journey began.

(picture: Garth on the set of Singalong Jubilee, far right, top.)

A PEI storytelling magazine that was launched, October 2010.

View From the Lap:Out of the Mouths of Babesby Alta Hodgin - RED volume 26My father in law Harold Edgar Hodgin, or "John...
05/21/2026

View From the Lap:
Out of the Mouths of Babes

by Alta Hodgin - RED volume 26

My father in law Harold Edgar Hodgin, or "John” as everyone called him, was a character. He was balding and had false teeth which he only wore at weddings and funerals. I don't think any of his grandchildren even remember seeing him with them in. The best
way I can describe John, after he had a couple of drinks (only on weekends by the way), is to compare him to "Clem Kediddlehopper" from Red Skelton fame. Hopefully some of you
experienced the wonderfully funny Red Skelton show from years ago.

John served in World War II, and during his service was injured and lost an eye, thereafter wearing a glass eye. As you can imagine there were times he scared the bejesus out of his grandchildren by taking it out and presenting it to them in the palm of his hand.

One Remembrance Day, or Armistice as he called it, I was getting our boys, then aged 5, 7 and 9, ready in their Beaver and Scouting uniforms to attend the parade and service in O’Leary and I thought this would be a good time to explain the reason for Remembrance Day.

The boys were all ears as I explained that the day was to remember all the men and women who were injured or died in all the wars and I continued to explain that Grampy was injured in the war and that's how he lost his eye. Well, just then our youngest piped up in a concerned tone and asked, "Is that how Grampy lost his hair and teeth too, Mom?"

Appendix:
Sadly John passed away in 2008 and after the funeral his family found three of his spare glass eyes. His sons and grandsons fought over who got to keep them. As my husband, Harlold Jr. was the eldest he kept one to put on a very high shelf in the family hunting camp so John could keep an "eye" on the place.

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