In June 1963, while living in Grand Falls, Newfoundland, now known as Grand
Falls-Windsor. I was engaged in the usual teenage activities of the time, and
one of those activities was being a member of the AYPA, the Anglican Young
Peoples’ Association, and taking part in its various activities.
One sunny Sunday afternoon the AYPA group was going on a hike, and we were
instructed to meet in the parking lot of the church. There it was discovered
that some material we needed for this particular field trip was missing, and had
been left inside the church. I was dispatched to fetch it.
At that point I had not lived in Grand Falls for very long, and was eager to
please and meet new friends, so I headed for the church. However, when I reached
the big doors of the brick church building I felt somewhat uneasy. For some
reason I did, and still do not, like to be alone in a church.
I entered the building through the heavy double doors. The Sanctuary was empty
and still, with the sun was streaming in through the stained glass windows. I
felt anxious as I knew I would. My plan was to fetch the items and get out of
there as fast as possible. Then I was startled by a noise, and I turned to see a
very dashing gentleman walking toward me, his hands resting behind his back, his
face wearing a warm smile. He wore dark rimmed glasses and a dark suit, and my
first thought was that he was a visiting clergyman. He stopped next to me and in
a very kind voice asked my name, and why was I in such a hurry? He continued to
ask numerous other questions, including the name of my school, how my grades
were, if I liked living in Grand Falls, and how many brothers and sisters I had.
He then noted what a lovely church we were standing in, pointing out various
characteristic of the building as he spoke.
As our conversation continued I had time to really look at him and his features
became familiar to me. He was quite the conversationalist, and after ten minutes
he bid me goodbye, telling me that he had enjoyed our chat. As he left through
the first door he turned around and told me I must remember to do my best in
school. I did do my best, and always thought of this experience as I did so.
I watched him walk away, his hands still behind his back. I noticed he was
holding a black hat in one hand. I followed him to the door, and as he left I
peered through the window, watched him put on his hat while a huge, black car
pulled up and he opened the door and disappeared into the back seat.
Then I knew who he was- he was none other than our Newfoundland Premier Joseph
R. Smallwood. I had seen photos of him, and studied about him in school, and
about his role in our provinces’ Confederation with Canada. I could hardly
believe I had spoken with the premier.
When I returned to my group, I excitedly told them about the encounter in the
church. They seemed not to believe me, so I left it at that and never mentioned
it again. After a few days had passed, I told my father about my meeting with
the man in the church the previous Sunday, and he laughed with delight.
"Yes, it would have been Mr. Smallwood. He was here in Grand Falls for meetings
on the weekend."
I HAD spoken to our Premier. I was so relieved. My mother also believed me, but
my siblings would not, and they teased me mercilessly. But siblings are like
that so I did my best to ignore them as usual.
More than forty-five years have passed since my chance encounter with Premier
Joey Smallwood. He was a busy man, but he took the time, not only to visit local
buildings, but also to stop and spend a few minutes to speak with a young girl
who would remember the experience for the rest of her life.
I had talked with the premier, and it was indeed a Premier Experience, as well
as a wonderful lifetime memory.
Bonnie Jarvis-Lowe

Footnote:
Joseph R. Smallwood (1900-1991)
Smallwood led the campaign for confederation and helped negotiate the Terms of
Union.
Courtesy of the Centre for Newfoundland Studies Archives (J.R. Smallwood
Collection 075, 5.05.061), Memorial University of Newfoundland Library,
St. John’s.
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