Cyclone drops to earth at south and of Smith and Lorne Street and clears houses, buildings and all obstacles to the north end – Early details probably exaggerated, but loss to city worst in Canadian history – Best buildings in city, Churches, Y.W.C.A, Y.M.C.A, Library, Phone Exchange, all destroyed – Hundreds of houses as flat as a board – Details.
"A Thousand Flags were flying where the Sky and City Meet"
A thousand flags droop disconsolately this morning, or lay in muddied splendor, grim, tricolored crepes to the memory of Regina's awful tragedy.
Today is Dominion Day, the glorious day of Confederation.
Today is a day of mourning in Regina.
Never in the history of a healthy, optimistic, growing Western city has happened a catastrophe so appalling, so paralyzing, in its awfulness.
But a few short hours ago the peaceful calm of the Sabbath afternoon had led hundreds to seek comfort at the lake. Hundreds of others wandered aimlessly about the street and to and fro in the parks.
Others lounged in the comparatively cool shade of their homes, or sweltered in the heat of the sun as it chanced, and all eyed with favor the growing clouds that gathered from the south, bearing a cool breeze or two in their fore.
Welcome clouds they were, even to those who lay crushed an hour later neath the ruins of their homes and dwellings.
For Regina, the day of the dominion of death.
Slowly, at first silently, the battalions of the elements gathered to the south, and commenced their march upon the city with the rumbling of their distant drums, growing louder as they advanced.
And still the people waited.
At last they came.
Those out of the direct line of march looked with amusement upon the queer prank of the storm fiend.
A barrel rolled down the street, narrowly missing capsizing a running figure of a man.
And while a score of refugees from the rain were laughing two score fine residences crashed down in tumbled heaps upon their hundreds of inmates.
A window gave with a crash, pelting those behind it with broken glass, and exposing them to the splatter of the raindrops.
At the instant a young man, visiting a friend on the top floor of the Y.M.C.A, was carried to the basement, to be picked up later, unconscious.
A chimney collapsed, and the bricks went rattling down the roof.
While the last brick was falling, the telephone exchange went down with a crash, burying beneath the ruins its human crew of busy operators.
Laughter rang out loud at the freaks of the storm, and while the sound still echoed moans of the injured rose unheeded beneath the heaps of debris in the path of the fury.
The loss of property will not be known for weeks, but conservative estimates place it at five million dollars.
The best residential part of Regina is gone. Wiped out.
Five million dollars will be total loss to property holders in Regina, for hardly a building in the city was insured against cyclones.
What the loss of life will prove to be, no one care to even guess.
Some twenty-eight were known dead at 2.30 this morning.
Hundreds were injured.
And the work of rescue and ministration was hardly begun.
Today the toll will grow. Tomorrow names will be added to the ghastly list.
Where it will end is with the future. Last evening inquires for relatives and friends were almost impossible – men were almost afraid to ask.
But the full horror of it is not known yet. None can appreciate the whole significance of the catastrophe. The shock of the blow was nice seen last night.
Even the sight of the crushed and bleeding bodies being carried from the ruins had but the effect of spurring the works on in their efforts. The calamity was calmly accepted as a fact – and there was work to be done.
Today, with the light of day, and time for all to see and understand – today will be the day of horrors.
Today is Dominion Day.
Today between five and six hundred families are homeless – between two and three thousand people are wandering the streets, dependent upon neighbors, or even strangers, for shelter they may claim at night.
And even yet they do not fully realize their plight.
There was to have been a regatta today on Wascana Lake.
A regatta on the waters which shelter no one knows how many of those who sought its coolness yesterday.
The telegraph wires stretching out of the city have often borne abroad a story of the death of one or another.
But last evening both offices were besieged with men and women anxious to tell anxious outside that they were SAFE.
Twisted, torn, crumbled into ruins, one of the finest parts of Regina's residential sections, the whole of the section occupied by the better laboring classes, the biggest and best of the city churches, some of the finest public and many office buildings, the grain elevators, and scores of other building lie scattered over the ground.
Injured and dead lie buried in the heaps of ruins.
Thousands of people wander about homeless, searching, almost without hope, for relatives – wives, husbands, children.
And this is Dominion Day.
This incredible power of the winds was strikingly shown in many ways in the railway yards but in no way more wonderfully than when steel girders piled upon a car were picked up and tossed away almost like straws. On one box car, a heavy piece of steel sheathing was flung against a rung of the iron ladder leading to the top of the car; so powerful was the impact that the sheet of metal remained fastened about the iron as if held by spikes.
Headlines in The Morning Leader go on for pages about the cyclone. The night was called "The Night of Horrors" and the wind was said to have sounded like "40 million shrieking demons". Emergency aid came in from the Royal Northwest Mounted Police, the 95th Rifles and Moose Jaw. Boris Karloff, the famous English actor who would go on to play Frankenstein's Monster, would even help with the cleanup. It was the deadliest day Regina has ever seen, and the deadliest tornado in Canadian history.
The following day the death toll was decreased from 31 to 27. Shortly after, it would be finalized at 28. While the names of the 28 victims hang in the basement of Casino Regina, the final numbers are still disputed. Three names that are missing are those of a Chinese family that died in a laundromat where Bushwakkers stands today. They are recognized in the original article of The Morning Leader, but not in the final list of names. It could be that they survived, or that they weren't counted, or even that a misprint simply became a legend.
The cyclone would also destroy the house of Francis Nicholson Darke, one of Regina's wealthiest citizens. His wife would later ask him to build a house that could withstand any storm, and he build the foundation of what is now Stone Hall Castle. He would then sell his original property to the Canadian Pacific Railway for $1,000,000 and on that spot, 15 years later, the CPR would build Hotel Saskatchewan.
Regina was shaped because of the cyclone, and a scar can still be seen when exploring downtown. Buildings with mismatched bricks or walls with incredibly long cracks are remnants of that faithful day, as are the memorials placed around the city.
This Canada Day, remember not only our 150th anniversary, but also the names of the 28 known victims that died 105 years ago today:
Joseph J. Bryan
George B. Carven
Donald Miller Loggic*
Mrs. Paul McElmoyle
James Milton Scott
Vincent A. Smith
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And, as always, a big thank you to my sweetheart Jessica Nuttall for proof reading a countless number of my articles. I couldn't do any of this without you. I love you.
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Long before I started my blog, many, many years ago, I visited Innsbruck, Austria. I was on a Contiki trip through Europe and visited a plethora of locations such as Rome, Paris, Amsterdam, Venice, Lucerne and Innsbruck, just to name a few. It was an incredible experience and one that I think was a transformative moment in my life.
Off the record (or, on the record now, I guess), of all the places I visited, the only one I didn't like was Innsbruck. I couldn't get into it. We visited it in late March, so the weather wasn't the best. The trees didn't have any leaves on them, the grass was brown, and everything had a post-winter grey look to it. After visiting Munich and spending the night in St. Goar, my mind wasn't thinking about Innsbruck at all. Instead, I was more excited to go to Venice the next day, and the Vatican the day after that. My time in Innsbruck was uneventful, and all I wanted was to get back on the road.
That was in 2011, and now it's 2018. Has my opinion on Innsbruck changed? I would say yes. I'm more mature now and if I went back, I would better appreciate what I was seeing. As I've gotten older, I've been less impressed by the massive buildings and more enthralled by the history that created them.
About a year and a half ago I visited Kyiv, Ukraine. As I walked down the millennium old streets and gawked at the towering cathedrals, I saw the beginnings of a new country, one that was slowly rebuilding from a much darker time. The process of what I was seeing had a name. It was called decommunization.
Decommunization includes renaming architecture, changing laws and protocols, and even tearing down monuments. People's Friendship Arch in Kyiv, for example, which symbolised the friendship between the Communist East and the Capitalist West, was torn down. Some statues, like war memorials, are exempt, but there is still talk of making modifications to them. Anywhere you go throughout the former Soviet Union, the hammer and sickle are being removed – not from history, but from modern society.
Canada's 150th birthday cannot be complete without visiting the country's capital city... but which one should you visit? While Ottawa is the current capital of Canada, there have been four other capital cities, and it has changed seven times. It started in Kingston (1841 – 1844) and then moved to Montréal (1844 – 1849), believing it to be safer from the Americans. After the citizens of Montréal burnt it down, it rotated between Toronto (1849 – 1852 and 1856 – 1858) and Québec City (1852 – 1856 and 1859 – 1866). Finally, it was placed right on the border between the two provinces in Ottawa (1866 to present day). This tour ventures into each of these five cities and explores what makes them so unique.
Since the capital flip-flopped location seven times, it would be much more convenient to go through the cities geographically then historically. If we started in the West, we would start in Toronto, Ontario, Canada's biggest city. While G Adventures only mentions the CN Tower and Kensington Market, there is much more to see in this city. You could visit the 18th century Casa Loma Castle, stroll through the artistic Graffiti Alley, visit Ripley's Aquatic Aquarium, or go drink and dine in the Distillery District. Looking for more outdoorsy stuff? Check out the Toronto Islands, the famous High Park or the Toronto Zoo. You can even take a boat out onto Lake Ontario and see the city's iconic skyline!