These photos, all taken by Art Sheppard, were shared by his son, Robert. Art Sheppard was a minister for the Tancook Baptist Church during the years from 1956-1958, residing here with his wife, Neicey, and children, Carol and Robert. Robert recalls that his Dad always had his camera by his side his entire life, which was no doubt instrumental in Robert’s chosen career as a photographer in advertising. Many thanks to Robert for sharing these photos, and to his Dad, who passed away in 2015, for his love of photography and for capturing these images. We have quoted some of the memories and remarks that Robert has shared with us along with the pictures.
“I don’t know who this is Dad caught running from the crashing waves on the wharf, but it looks like he’s in good shape.”
Unidentified men raking up the hay with the church in the background.
Art Sheppard, Robert and his sister, Carol. Notice that Carol also had a camera of her own. “Dad would have set this up on a tripod. He was always doing that.”
This photo was shared previously on Tancook Community News as a “Who Is It?” The young lad sitting on the stairs is Robert. Back row: Neicey Sheppard (Robert’s mother), Sheila Cross Rodenhiser, Lillian Cross, Faith Cross Blinn, Eleanor Baker MacKenzie, Diann Cross Cunningham. Front: Shirley Cross Baker, Nancy Cross Stevens.
“Some men shoveling the snow off our parsonage. I seem to remember Terry saying that one of these was his Dad, but I could be mistaken.” Looks like they were also shoveling the snow from the road, which is how the roads were cleared years ago.
“All the kids from church. Quite a turnout. I think I’m the one in the front with the light grey coat and little grey hat.” We can recognize some of the adults in the back of the children. How many can you name?
“This is the corner of our parsonage. See the guy crouching on the left? He’s blasting to create a well for the house. You can see the dirt flying in the centre of the shot.” It’s amazing to see how the landscape has changed from this time when there were fields with fences and hardly a tree in sight.
. “In front of the parsonage. You can see the Young’s laundry drying in the background.” Look at that pretty, white picket fence! Does anyone know who the boy and the man could be?
“This would have been around 1964 when I was 10 and my family revisited the island. I got to steer the ferry for a bit and obviously was enjoying myself.” There is no mistaking the identity of Captain James Clothier.
. “Me on the left with Terry Young enjoying rather large bottles of something. Terry is 9 months younger than me. My Dad loved telling the story about when Terry would get mad at me about something, he’d walk right into our house, stomp up the stairs to the front right bedroom that Dad used as a study. He’d walk in on Dad and in a deep voice say ‘Bobby bad’. Then he’d turn and leave…mission accomplished. Reuniting with Terry June of 2018 was such a pleasure. He toured us around the island all day and we shared stories. What a great guy.” We think so, too!
. “I’m not sure where on the island this is, but way back then what you did on garbage day was carry it to this place and throw it in the ocean. So weird to think of doing that now, but maybe that’s why so much sea glass can be found out there to this day.” We’re glad that is one thing that has changed about the island – regular garbage pickup. Can anyone identify this spot?
. “In front of the parsonage. Someone from the church, no doubt, pulled up so Dad could get a photo of me standing on the wagon. Nice hat that probably my Mom made.”
. “The parsonage again. My Dad on the left (I can’t believe how skinny he is here) and a visiting friend. He might have been a minister also and here for special services. That’s what I remember being told I believe. I don’t know his name.”
. “I’ve always loved this picture of my Mom, Carol and me. The light is so beautiful. Beautiful light fixture over the door too.”
Doubling up on the swing set. “The swingset in our front yard that Dad made. My sister and me.”
The T. I. Service looks like it had a full load on this day. “Hauling firewood and ministers.I seem to remember hearing that the two guys on the far left were minister friends of my Dads who came for visit. They look the part at least.”
“Nothing is sacred, not even bathtime when your Dad always has his camera out. I seem to remember that the reason for this was that we didn’t have indoor plumbing when we first moved in and my parents got to decide which upstairs bedroom would become the bathroom. I know for sure we had an outhouse as my Dad was fond of telling the story about how he’d head out to the outhouse while I was playing the yard with Terry and I’d yell…’Hey Dad…where you going?’ (like there were many options).”
“Me, my Mom and her Mom (Margaret Moore) who came a few times to visit us from Saint John. On her first visit she brought a full set of dishes as a gift. This set had service for 8 and serving platters…the whole bit. I don’t know how she got it there safely, but they became our everyday dishes during my whole life. When we visited Tancook in 2018, I brought two of the dessert dishes with me and gave them to John who now owns the house. I told him the dishes were returning to where they started their journey. I hope they’re being used.”
. “My Dad in his study in our house. The top right bedroom. It was nice to visit this room three years ago.”
This is how vehicles were transported to the island years ago. We wonder whose truck this was or if anyone can identify any of the people in the photo.
. “I’m not sure what occasion this would be. Sunday School kids or Vacation Bible School?” We recall hearing stories about the wonderful church picnics held on the island in various locations surrounding the church. Perhaps this gathering could be from one of these occasions.
Robert is alone on the swing, while his mother, Neicey pushes Terry Young on the other swing.
. “In front of the parsonage. My Mom, Neicey, taking my sister, Carol to school on her first day. Me in the foreground crying my head off because I didn’t get to go. I recall Terry telling me in 2018 that the shape of this road changed over time. That’s the Young driveway Mom is just approaching. The very first memory of my life is walking by myself down Terry’s driveway to play with him and spotting a snake in a dried up mud puddle. Everyone came running when they heard me screaming. I still hate snakes.”
“Dad performing a marriage ceremony in our house. I have no idea who these people were.” Can anyone from our online community identify the couple who are getting married?
. Carol, Robert and two of their cousins who were visiting from Saint John. Perhaps they were picking blueberries, for this was a great field to find berries growing.
A wonderful picture of the parsonage with Neicey Sheppard standing in the doorway. Could the truck in Terry’s driveway be the one we saw transported on the T. I. Service?
For the final photo, the sun sets on the horizon behind the Tancook Island Baptist Church.