Cedar Rail Fences Tell the Story of Hope

Each spring for almost a quarter century, I’ve maintained a nearly forgotten part of Canadian heritage that’s still a working feature of the rural landscape where I live.

Cedar Rail FencesNestled along the shore of a large inland lake, you’ll find Manitoulin “the island that time forgot”. This is where I live, and as far as I’ve been able to tell, this place has the highest concentration of working cedar rail farm fences in the world. While this kind of fence has disappeared almost entirely from every other place where they once flourished, Manitoulin still boasts thousands of miles of rail fences spread over its 130 km length. And most of these aren’t tumbled down relics of yesteryear, either. They’re working fences that are both beautiful and useful.

My 90-acre patch of farmland and forest (tiny by Manitoulin standards) has two miles worth of cedar fences in all, and I try to make them a little better each year. Dealing with rail fences isn’t a typical home improvement challenge, but there is a lesson to be learned from the work just the same.

The oldest parts of my fences were built in the 1890s, by a pioneering family named Taylor. As I replace rotted rails and push leaning sections of fence upright again, I see evidence of two kinds of human emotions preserved in the wood: “fear” and “hope”.

Cedar Rail FencesSometime before European settlers began carving farms for themselves from the Manitoulin wilderness, their diseases preceded them, bringing strange illnesses to the Native people. Fear led them to set fire to Manitoulin, leveling the massive stands of old-growth cedar trees in an effort to drive away evil spirits. I know these trees were huge because blackened cedar stumps can still be found here and there all across the Island, even now, a couple of centuries after fear and despair consumed them.

The ever-frugal early farmers made use of Manitoulin’s burned cedars, and it’s not unusual to find the oldest rails at the bottom of my fences still showing charred wood, not yet erased by two centuries of weather. From the ashes of disaster rose the fences of success.

Cedar Rail FencesHope is the reason these fences were built and hope keeps them up today. Hope and hard work. Whenever I get to thinking that I work hard, I look around at fields and my humility is restored. It took pioneers an entire lifetime to clear a field that takes me 3 minutes to drive across with my pickup truck, and their efforts are still part of the reason Canada produces abundant food today. How can I let their fences fall into disrepair, even when pasturing cattle is more like an outdoor fitness program than a profitable economic activity?

Cedar Rail FencesWhen I look at the people who keep Manitoulin’s rail fence heritage alive today, I don’t see youth. I do see some of the toughest, hardest driving, gnarly-fingered, fast-paced old guys anywhere on the planet, but not one that I can think of is younger than 45. Most are well into their 60s and 70s. Some 80 year old farmers still rise early, fix fences all day, then come home for supper in the house they were born in. Cattle prices ensure that money is definitely not the reason they do it.

Is all this crazy? Yes, on some level. But for what it’s worth, every spring I’ll keep wrestling new rails into place as I partner with people dead for decades before I was born and, as the old timers say, keeping my ancient cedar rail fences horse-high, bull-strong and pig-tight.

 

Posted on May 31st, 2011

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