The story of Della's iron horse
Imagine a day when the pace of life in Wolfville was slow
enough for a small herd of cattle to move single file across Main Street from
the dykes, along Willow Avenue to the Babbling Brook Dairy tended only by a
child.
That child was Della Regan Phinney, who by the time she
told me the story, was a tiny, elderly widow. Stooped, she said, from
years of carrying milk. Della fondly recalled the patient cows filing home.
Her father, William Regan, was born on board ship when
his parents emigrated from Ireland. He built the family home and started the dairy
in 1894. Regan’s wife, Bella, and their 16 children primarily operated it, but Della
remembers him coming home from a day’s work at his harness shop only to milk
cows.
One of only three militia men from Wolfville who went to fight
in the Boer War in South Africa in 1899, Regan later served as a town councilor from 1910 – 1919.
According to legend, he had an almost life size horse
model inside his shop to display his harness craftsmanship. The shop was located
where Piccaso’s Pizza is today. Regan sold the shop during the 1930s, but the
dairy continued to supply the community.
The Regan family had five acres of pasture above
Willowbank Cemetery on Gaspereau Avenue and another 19 of dykeland. With their
herd, which numbered 15 at its peak, the family kept Wolfville supplied with
butter, milk, and buttermilk. They also had hens and sold eggs.
Della Regan Phinney |
The youngest of all the children, Della was the only one
surviving when we chatted. She recalled delivering milk in large tin cans. Later
they were replaced with glass bottles.
It is truly amazing to consider in the light of large
market economies of scale today that one small dairy, like that modest one on
Willow Avenue, once supplied most of the needs of a town like Wolfville.
As Heather Davidson, who was once employed compiling Wolfville’s
built heritage records, said the history of the Regans shows the ingenuity of a
family determined to survive.
Another uniquely family tale concerns the family’s pet
monkey. It had reached Wolfville via a brother of Della’s who served in the Second
World War. At the end of the conflict, he wrote to tell his folks that he
was bringing someone special home with him.
The Regan’s were anticipating a bride, but the surprise
turned out to be Jennie the monkey. She was an entertaining pet. So much so
that the kindergarten teacher at Wolfville School brought her class to meet
Jeannie every year.
One day as a child, however, the late Lawrence Welton ran
foul of Jennie. Sent for a quart of milk, apparently Jennie bit him. He told
that tale to current homeowner Barb Campbell.
The Babbling Brook Dairy ceased operation in 1942 after
Della’s doctor ordered she sell it, but the two-story barn that housed the
herd wasn’t demolished for over 40 years. The paint that read Babbling Brook
Dairy just kept fading.
Della cherished a small iron horse that her father had
given her. It sat on the lawn outside the house until 1987 when she had to
enter into the Wolfville Nursing Home. The little horse accompanied her. It
is there still.
Thank you for offering this glimpse into my great aunt Della's story. I was very fond of Della, Abner and Mary Susan as I lived only 3 houses away from their place. Kindness and love were what always accompany my memories of their home, Babbling Brook Farm and 'real brook' life story. I can remember going into the barn and smelling the long gone aroma of cattle, seeing the hay loft and tiny stalls for cattle. There was a chicken coop-like house structure across the driveway and a huge garden on the south side. Della was so good to me and because of that I treasure those memories deeply. The iron horse painted crisply white every year was always a drawing card. Della's house was built on the same plan and design as my house #5 Prospect Street (now #9). I always remember looking to find the slight differences that were chosen for our desires and needs. Thanks for this time to allow me to share this part of my story. Ron Troke
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