Canoe Lake Sunset-Algonquin Park

acrylic 6×8 painting on panel

Title: Winifred Trainor

Creator: Tom Thomson

Archive or Repository: Library and Archives Canada/Bibliotheque et Archives Canada

Collection or Fond: Tom Thomson collection

Reference Number: PA-193567

Notes: Winifred Trainor (1884-1962), eldest daughter of Hugh Trainor, a foreman with the Huntsville Lumber Company, summered at Canoe Lake with her family. It was there she met Tom Thomson, probably in 1913. Some researchers have drawn attention to the rings on Trainor’s ‘wedding finger’, arguing that their presence lends support to the idea Thomson and Trainor were engaged.
Winifred Trainor, Letter to [George?] Thomson, Sept. 17, 1917

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Huntsville, Ont.

Dear Mr. Thomson

Your letter received this am. and would say I had the pleasure of meeting your sister Margaret in Toronto Aug 31 — together with her niece Jessie Harkness and a little boy Charles – and she asked me about the $25000 Tom loaned J. S. Fraser. I told her all I knew about it and that is at the time, May or June 1915, the loan was made — and in July 1915 Tom bought a new chestnut canoe silk tent etc. and went from Canoe Lake on a long trip coming out at South River about Labor Day. Anyway he said just in time to send your brother who was being married a telegram of congratulation. I do not think Tom got his canoe from Hville. Frasers got theirs

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here. I also heard at the time he was trying to make the raise of a loan in town and was even asked by the agent if I would like to put it up and my reply was no. I did not know until July 1915, that Tom had made it or I would have said no for him not too as the thing was risky. They also were charging him a $ a day for his board when he could have got it anywhere for $4. You see the Frasers were money grabbing as usual but it will all come back to them. It was awful of Shannon Fraser to charge cartage on the casket. When Tom the day he was drowned helped to cadge a boat for Shannon to rent. Never mind they’ll get it yet. As far as Frasers good faith he has none. Mark Robinson the Ranger hates him.

Well Tom said this spring while at our house that he had loaned Fraser $25000 for canoes, but that he had got it all back but in little bits though.

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Again if I had known, I could have got them all wholesale instead of retail and Tom might have realized $5000 on the out lay instead of nothing. I suppose Frasers thought he would board on till Fall with them. I did not know the amount until this spring. When we happened to bring up Shan’s financial standing.

About the overcoat I am enclosing a snap with the one he wore this spring. It was a green plaid Mackinaw. He also bought the Mackinaw trousers, socks & shoepacks he has on, here this spring.

I would think the best way would be to have the executor send for all his belongings, saying the estate required them, as Shan will sell the things & keep the money. The things we have can be had next year when we go back. Your sister Margaret may go with me sometime.

Hoping this will be some in formation to you. You could ask Frasers about it, saying you had come upon some correspondence about this transaction.

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I am so sorry I burned my letters that I had left after our home was burned. I had this one where he left the Frasers dissatisfied but he did not tell the reason till the Fall 1915. Then again Tom did not care for Martin Blecher.

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Mrs. Fraser I think would see you got everything should you request it. I do not think Frasers deserve one thing. Tom no doubt was paying his board well, supplying fish work & etc. His canoes can be easily stored at the Lake. Tom ploughed and planted their garden & ploughed Larry Dixon’s garden too-

If you did not want the things around home you could have them sent to Annan. Anyway so as Shan Fraser could not have them around. I suppose Tom would be greened if he knew all now.

W.T.

The Grip, about the time of which I write, was the home of a group of artists who were later destined to have a real influence on Canadian art.

Some of the names, obscure then but very familiar now, were J.E.H. MacDonald, Frederick H. Verley, Tom Thomson, Arthur Lismer, Frank Carmichael, Frank Johnston, his brother Bob and Smithson Broadhead.

Mr. Robson, at that time the Art Director, seemed to have a genius for securing the services of any artist of promise and the Grip became noted for the excellent work turned out. A fine spirit pervaded the Art Room and through all the fun and the pranks we managed to turn out a high standard of work. It would be hard to find a group of artists so different in character and outlook. At one end of the room sat Jimmy MacDonald, as he was then familiarly known. […]

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He used to bring his sketches down to the office and inspired many of us to make a start at outdoor sketching. It was extremely likely that Tom Thomson caught inspiration from them for I quite well remember the first sketches Tom did. Like all beginners’ work, they were “not so hot”, but unlike most beginners, they improved very quickly; so rapidly indeed that Tom became famous while the most of us were still struggling along.

Tom, as I knew him, was also a quiet, retiring, fellow. Tall, like MacDonald; they had much in common. Indeed, they exercised a steadying influence on some of the too vivacious, lively spirits who worked in the same room. Tom was generous almost to a fault and possessed a quiet sense of humor.

He was generally liked by all the fellows and it was impossible not to get along with him because of his unselfish and kindly disposition. […]

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Some little time after I went to the Grip two young men arrived from England; Arthur Lismer and Smithson Broadhead. They were classed as figure men, having had the advantages of an English Art School training in figure work. They were a valuable addition to the staff of the Grip as MacDonald, Johnson, Tom, and most of the others, specialized in design. Sometime later another clever figure artist in the person of Horsman Frederick Varley arrived at the Grip from England. It was somewhat canny how these clever men eventually arrived at the Grip Limited. I think Mr. Robson possessed a sixth sense; he certainly managed to draw to the Grip all the best talent. And, moreover, he kept them as long as he remained Art Director. When he left to join Rous and Mann the artists followed him, and the Grip Limited lost the reputation it had so long kept. I believe one of the secrets of Mr. Robson’s success was that the artists felt that he was interested in them personally and did all he could to further their progress. Those who worked there were allowed time off to pursue their studies at the School of Art or take private tuition. Some of us took lessons in landscape painting, illustration, portrait painting, under such men as Beatty, Jefferies, and others. Tom Thomson, so far as I know, never took definite lessons from anyone, yet he progressed quicker than any of us. But what he did was probably more advantage to him. He took several months off in the summer and spent them in Algonquin Park. He was

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never fond of society. I do not mean by this to say he was unsociable, for a truer friend did not exist to those he called his friends. After he started painting, however, the subject seemed to absorb him to the exclusion of every other interest. This is, I think, one reason why his progress was so phenomenal. He would, while the rest of us were having a good time at parties, theatres etc., be working away. The first sketches he did, as I remember them, were painted in a somewhat low tone, and while they showed fine draughtsmanship were rather somber and unattractive. I remember several years later taking up to his studio my summer’s work for his criticism and he said they reminded him of his former work. He advised me to try painting in purer colours and in a higher key.

Every summer would find Tom up in Algonquin Park and he brought back x numbers of small sketches, evidently done very quickly. I never knew anyone who seemed so successful in catching a mood of nature, and treating it in so simple a manner. His sense of colour was so true that the moment you saw a sketch of his you felt it was right, and beyond criticism. I, personally, felt his amaller [smaller] sketches done from nature rang truer than his large compositions, and for that reason preferred them.

He did what so few are able to do, concentrate on one thing. For that he sacrificed everything, money, society of friends, comfort and other things which others could not live without.

He was a clever designer and could always command a good salary, but he was content to be without a penny if he could only paint.

Fortunately he had friends who recognized his genius. They managed, somehow, in

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various ways to see he did not lack essentials, because Tom was a very independent spirit and was much more inclined to given than to receive. […]

He would begin to plan for his summer trips long before the time came. At the office we had great arguments on the relative value of tents, fishing tackle, etc.; on anything to do with camping and woodcraft Tom was a master. He could pack his camping equipment, paints, etc. etc. into the smallest compass. He knew all about the best rods and flies for fishing. Indeed he eked out his small supply of cash by acting as guide up in the wilds of Algonquin. That he was an expert canoeist goes without saying. While the mosquitoes were singing outside his silken tent he would be painting some mood of nature from the inside.

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He would turn his hand to anything when his funds ran low. There are quite a number of log cabins in the Park which he helped to build.

Working in an office, I believe was very irksome to him although he would never say so. He was a true child of nature and was never so happy as when in communion with her. Indeed all his own nature seemed to be inharmony with her, or how could he so truly have caught he every mood? With his passing went a true artist, a rare spirit and a good friend.

Source: Library and Archives Canada/Bibliotheque et Archives Canada, MG30 D284 Tom Thomson Collection, NO. T485 .R82, Leonard Rossell, Reminiscences of Grip, members of the Group of Seven and Tom Thomson, Before 1953, 1-6

Take everything as it comes; the wave passes, deal with the next one.
Tom Thomson, 1877-1917

This painting Was Done at Sunset on Canoe lake

This Painting was done on Canoe Lake at Tom’s favourite painting spot.

This photo of Pine Island was taken at the McMichael gallery in Kleinberg

Tom thought he was a better fisherman than a painter!!

Tom painted the inside of Dr McCallum’s cottage

Take everything as it comes; the wave passes, deal with the next one .
Tom Thomson, 1877-1917

Tom Thomson was born near Claremont, Ontario and grew up in Leith, near Owen Sound. Some biographers report that in 1899 he tried unsuccessfully to volunteer to fight in the Second Boer War, and instead went to a business college in Chatham and later in Seattle, Washington. In 1904 he returned to Canada, and in 1907 joined an artistic design firm in Toronto where many of the future members of the Group of Seven also worked. With his colleagues he often travelled around Canada, especially to the wilderness of Ontario, which was a major source of inspiration for Thomson. His first exhibition was in 1913.

Beginning in 1914 he acted as a fire fighter and guide in Algonquin Park in Ontario. During the next three years he produced many of his most famous works, including The Jack Pine and The West Wind.

Tom Thomson on Wikipedia