Dr. Arthur W. Fisher was born at Pultneyville, New York, on February 14, 1872, and received his preliminary education at the cobblestone school in that village. When 17 he entered Sodus Academy, from which he graduated in June 1892. The following Fall he entered the Marion Collegiate Institute to prepare for Cornell University, which he entered in 1894, graduating four years later with the degree of Bachelor of Arts. He took a post-graduate course at Cornell and received his Ph.D. degree.
He taught for several years, and in 1905 entered the Medical School at Ann Arbor, Mich., from which he graduated with the degree of M.D. He remained at the college where he did research work in the laboratories, making several chemical discoveries. After leaving Ann Arbor he went to Toledo, Ohio, where he became the head of the faculty of the medical school. In 1914 Dr. Fisher came to his home town to resume active practice. He contributed to “Medical World” and wrote a series of poems which appeared in book form under the titles of “Lake Breezes,” “Land Breezes,” and “Niagara and Other Poems.”
From an obituary supplied by his nephew, Philip C. Fisher, May 2003.
On May 15, 2006 The Corporation of the City of Niagara Falls was granted a new Coat of Arms, including the motto “Tread the Smoother Ways of Peace.” This motto was taken from Dr. Fisher’s poem Niagara, which the Canadian Heraldic Authority found on this website. From the description:
“This sentence is taken from Dr. Arthur William Fisher’s poem Niagara, published in 1924. As Niagara Falls is the most famous border city in Canada, this alludes to the peaceful relationship with the United States, valued particularly in a region that saw terrible battles in the War of 1812. This motto can serve as an exhortation to all citizens to advance the cause of peace.”
“Melinda Nowikowski is a failed journalism major, who currently resides in Kettering, Ohio. She has been writing poetry since she was old enough to understand the concept of rhyme, which is to say approximately 25 years. Her husband, Tony Nowikowski, a web engineer, was the subject of this work.
At this time, she is employed as a part-time document preparation assistant, animal shelter volunteer and full-time cat slave. She composes poetry when it arrives in her head, as well as character fiction.
The Nowikowskis make frequent visits to Ontario, Canada — especially the wine country. The visit to Niagara Falls was the first of many pleasant trips to Niagara and other parts of southern Ontario, a family tradition that will, doubtless, continue.”
“Enshrined in the records of Canadian achievement a century ago, is the fascinating and thrilling story of a daring feat performed at Brock’s monument on Queenston Heights by a young Bytonian — Matthew Murphy, father of Mr. J.A. Murphy of 412 McLeod Street. Mr. Murphy has penned the following lines relating to the historic incident but fuller details will be found in a story elsewhere on this page.” Ottawa Citizen, December 17, 1938
Well nigh a century ago,
Beside Niagara's river,
On Queenston Heights was struck a blow
Brock's monument to shiver.
A dastard alien's coward hand
Had piled within its bottle
A quarter hundred powder bags
The tower to o'ertopple.
When fired, the blast was strong enough
The wooden stair to shatter,
Mortar and stone proved all too tough,
For such a piffling matter.
As angry embryo nation rose
To right the wrong intended,
From town and country, copse and close,
Their various ways they wended.
Not trains nor aeroplanes, nor cars
Conveyed these sturdy yeomen.
None carried arms though some bore scars,
But all were worthy foemen.
They rode, they ran, they sailed, they swam
O'er trails through swamps, wet, dreary;
Berries and leaves their stomachs cram,
Footsore they were, and weary.
From nearby hills and dales they come,
From broad Ontario's beaches,
Where'er a spark or loyal flame
Gave urge to man the breaches.
Another such determined host
Not all our land could muster
They frightened rebels from our coast
And quelled the Yankee bluster. Continue reading "Ode to a Bytown Youth by J. A. Murphy"→
Straight up Frontenac’s Northmost side
Ever a West he sailed,
Crossing in blessed Advent tide,
Landing on great Niagara’s shore.
South he turned to a sullen roar;
His Crucifix on his heart he bore;
Never his spirit failed.
Now Glory to God, whose hand did forge
This wondrous watery road!
On ragged rim of the fearful gorge
South he toiled through brambles and moss,
Past rapids roaring like souls atoss.
He blessed himself with the sign of the Cross
At the cliff where the torrent flowed.
His little altar was quick untied;
Small waxen tapers alight,
He said the Mass of the Sanctified.
Turning South through the wintry haze,
His eyes aglow, his heart ablaze,
At Chippawa’s flow, with a song of praise,
He made his camp for the night.
Source: Ray Corry Bond. Peninsula Village: The Story of Chippawa. Chippawa: [s.n.], 1964.