Sunday, September 20, 2026

Being Heard (part 3) by Leanne Dyck

In Part 2 of "Being Heard," we learnt that the champion for Canadian women to get the vote was a grassroots movement. A diverse group of women contributed to this cause. And in part 3...



The [Suffrage] movement was relatively small until social reformers picked up on it as an important tool in their campaign for a better society.

The social reform movement, or the moral reform movement...[is a] term used to refer to individuals and organizations dedicated to solving the modern problems of industrialization, urbanization, and the growing number of non-Anglo-American immigrants… These individuals and organizations believed that women were morally superior to men, and, as women, they were naturally disposed toward being caregivers. As such, they had an obligation to step out into society to save it from itself. In effect, they were to be “mothers of the nation." Today this approach is referred to as maternal feminism, as it was a key component to the women’s suffrage in Canada.

...Throughout the 1870s and 1880s, [the Women’s Christian Temperance Union (WCTU)] petitioned governments at all levels to enact legislation [against the consumption of tobacco, alcohol, and illegal drugs]. These campaigns were largely failures due to the unpopularity of the movement among male politicians. So, in 1888, the WCTU officially endorsed women’s suffrage as the only way in which to enact their reforms. [3]

In 1890, a chapter of the WCTU was established in Manitoba, and it quickly became the first English-speaking organization to officially support the women’s suffrage movement in the province. [6]

[In] 1893[,] Manitoba’s Woman’s Christian Temperance Union and Icelandic Manitoban women present[ed] a petition for female suffrage to the provincial legislature. It [was] rejected[,] and they stage[d] the first mock Parliament to raise funds and educate the public on women’s suffrage. [2]

[P]erformed in Winnipeg at the Bijou Opera House on 9 February 1893 [7] [,it was roundly applauded. And so more mock parliaments were staged. In total there were at least seven performed from the late 19th to the early 20th centuries, in a variety of locations—including four in Manitoba and seven in Ontario.]

On March 29, 1912[,] a group of women and men met at 808 Wolseley Avenue, home of Mrs. A. G. (Martha Jane) Hample, Winnipeg’s first businesswoman. Their main objective was to organize and work for woman suffrage [,] but they were also concerned about a number of social and educational issues…

The first big event planned was a public meeting to give information about their organization and about [women's] suffrage to the public. [Ontario-born and Manitoban-by-choice, Nellie McClung was one of the speakers at this event and]...later became an active member of the League.

Lack of money was a problem at the beginning because the League needed to be able to provide speakers to take their message to the small towns and farms of Manitoba as well as the Winnipeg audience. Mrs. Hample provided some initial funding. Later they raised money by selling membership [,]and, when Nellie McClung joined them, she suggested that she could add a lecture on woman suffrage to her already successful public readings of her books…

The journalist members constantly wrote articles for the newspaper [and for]... The Grain Growers’ Guide…

In 1913 the League ordered one hundred “Votes for Women” banners [,] which were placed on Winnipeg streetcars. [And as well during that same year,] they also had a booth at the Winnipeg Stampede and handed out pamphlets. It was a great advantage that the Stampede program included so many women...roping and riding champions! The Women’s Parliament of 1914 was the League’s most successful activity… [And as a result,] woman suffrage suddenly became very respectable [,] and everyone wanted to get involved. [8] [To add national and international momentum to the cause, Nellie McClung, now living in Alberta, published In Times Like These simultaneously in Canada (McLeod & Allen) and the United States (D. Appleton and Company) in 1915.] Her...best-seller...combined serious argument with satiric put-down of anti-suffragists. [5]

In 1913 the Political Equality League [and Icelandic Manitoban woman] present[ed] a petition with the signatures of twenty thousand men to Liberal leader T. C. Norris [,] and the Liberals agreed to endorse the vote for women. [9] Though members of the Political Equality League campaigned for their new allies during the 1914 election, the Conservative government of Sir Rodmond Roblin was returned to power. [6]


photo by ldyck


After watching the video
After listening to the song
I can no longer say I can't
I can only say I can

There is no excuse
for not doing
what is in my heart
to do.

 


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On this blog in September




Sunday, September 6
to
Sunday, September 27
Being Heard
a four-part article on the history of women voting in Canada






Sunday, September 13, 2026

Being Heard (part 2) by Leanne Dyck

In part 1 of "Being Heard," we went from the empowerment of women in the Iroquois [Haudenosaunee] and the Mohawk [Kanien’keha:ka] to the disenfranchisement of Canadian women during the Victorian era.

Now let us continue our study of the history of women voting in Canada.

 Being Heard

    The struggle for women to achieve their democratic rights and vote in provincial and federal elections took decades. [4]

    [T]he suffrage campaign...was led by many first-generation university graduates and female professionals in medicine, teaching and journalism…

    Early suffragists were typically white, middle-class women, many of whom believed that suffrage would increase the influence of their class and result in a better country. Many of these suffragists were not inclusive, however, and even advocated against non-white women getting the vote. Nonetheless, there were non-white advocates who fought for woman’s suffrage such as Black abolitionists like Mary Ann Shadd…

    Mary Ann Shadd, editor of the 'Provincial Freeman',...used her newspaper as a platform to discuss women’s rights, including the right to vote...

    Indigenous women worked locally to improve conditions for their communities. As non-voters, they lobbied band councils, much as suffragists elsewhere pressured other levels of government….

    The TWLC [Toronto Women’s Literary Club] was created in 1876-1877 by Emily Howard Stowe, one of Canada’s first female doctors. [5] [It] was the first female suffrage organization in Canada… [T]he name deliberately [hid] the purpose of the organization to deflect harassment. [2] [It was renamed the Toronto Women’s Suffrage Association in 1883.] [Dr. Howard Stowe] and her daughter, Augusta Stowe-Gullen, spearheaded Ontario’s suffrage campaign for 40 years. [5]

    Groups sprang up across the country to advocate for women’s equality and their right to vote. [4] Campaigns also called for improved public health, equality in employment and education, social assistance and condemnation of violence. [5] The suffrage movement...was especially motivated and organized on the Canadian Prairies, with Manitoba leading the way… Women’s rights activism grew out of grassroots campaigns that spawned several suffrage groups and a number of dedicated leaders. The earliest women’s rights organizations in the province were formed in Manitoba in the 1890s by women who had come from Iceland. [4]

    [In Iceland, unmarried women and widows had gained the right to vote in 1882. In 1894, the Icelandic Women’s Association was founded to fight for married women’s suffrage (or right to vote).] [In Canada, t]he Icelandic Women’s Suffrage Society, called Tilrum (translated to Endeavour), was founded in Winnipeg in 1908, with [journalist and social activist] Margret Benedictsson as its first president.

    Margret and her husband, Sigfus Benedictsson, established the monthly magazine Freyja...in 1898...[—] the only women’s suffrage publication in Canada at the time. [6]

   


photo by ldyck


Thought for today...

The autumn chill in the late summer breeze is gently lulling me into a lazy, relaxed, dormant state. It gently whispers to me, "There is no need to rush. Relax. Enjoy. Be. You are enough. You are home. Be at peace.

The happiness you seek isn't out there somewhere. It is within you. It is part of you. Embrace it."


And...

as we draw closer to one of my favourite times of the year

14 Canadian Books Longlisted for $100k Giller Prize



photo by ldyck



On this blog in September




Sunday, September 6
to
Sunday, September 27
Being Heard
a four-part article on the history of women voting in Canada







Sunday, September 6, 2026

Being Heard (part 1) by Leanne Dyck

The ability to vote gives a voice, in matters of government, to all Canadians. All. People.

However, there was a time, not that long ago, when women were denied this right. 

How and when did Canadian women get the vote?



Being Heard

Long before colonization, Aboriginal women had a voice in the decision-making process of their communities. The Iroquois [Haudenosaunee] and the Mohawk [Kanien’keha:ka], for example, were a matrilineal society where property rights, inheritance, voting rights, and even the arrangements of marriages were held and passed on through the elder women of the community. [1]

The history of [how women earned the right to vote]...in Canada is long and complicated...

    The Constitutional Act of 1791 creating Upper [Ontario] and Lower [Quebec] Canada, does not mention gender. Voters are “persons” who own property of a certain value. [2] This effectively meant that voting was inaccessible for a majority of the population, since property in this time period was very expensive. [3] There are no written records of women in Upper Canada (which followed British common law) voting. There are numerous records and accounts of female property owners voting in Lower Canada (which followed the civil code practiced from French colonial days)… [However, in 1834,] Lower Canada restrict[ed] voting by women, to protect them from “dangerous conditions” at polling stations, after deaths occurred during some controversial elections…

    The British North America Act, the constitution of the Dominion of Canada, states in Section 41: “every male British subject, aged Twenty-one Years or upwards, being a householder, shall have a vote.” Other criteria for voting [were] based on provincial laws, and all five [provinces] exclude[d] women from the vote. [2] All women in Canada [lost the right to vote after] Confederation in 1870. [4]

    [When Queen Victoria ascended the throne and began to rule the British Empire on June 20, 1837, she ushered in the Victorian era. The era ended with her death on January 22, 1901.]

    The necessity of being male to vote reflected the emerging Victorian idea of placing women and men in separate spheres. Women were idealized as guarantors of cultural survival, who had no place in political life. They were expected to remain at home, producing children and protecting culture…

  Exclusion from the franchise also remained acceptable to many Canadians because many women as well as men believed that men had greater capacity for reason and that men’s potential for military service justified more rights. [5]




Being Heard Part Two
Sunday, September 13
at approximately 4:40 PM

photo by ldyck

"Drop cloth"

Our house needed a makeover...
And so...
Thank you, Matt and Steve
Fast, personable, and professional
Highly recommended house painters



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On this blog in September




Sunday, September 6
to
Sunday, September 27
Being Heard
a four-part article on the history of women voting in Canada

Sunday, August 30, 2026

Jealousy (short story) by Leanne Dyck

Who is man's best friend? And what happens when this friendship is threatened?


photo by ldyck

Jealousy

He had the audacity to bring her here, to our home.

And she... And she called me "cute" and gave me a few pats. Her bony hand on the top of my head. She thought she could win me over with a few nice words and a show of affection.

Well, I would have none of it.

I tolerated her in front of him. But when I was alone with her, I growled and snapped. I drove her away, and I'll do the same to you. This is our home. We're happy here. He doesn't need you. So leave us alone. You're not wanted here! Leave! Now!

written on June 9, 2026


"A Rabbit in a Hat" was written in appreciation for the readers of my short stories.


A Rabbit in a Hat


The magic occurs
when you believe
the rabbit disappeared.

Your belief
creates the magic.

photo by ldyck



On this blog in September


Sunday, September 6
to
Sunday, September 27
Being Heard
a four-part article about the history of women voting Canada 
(other wise known as the Canadian women's suffrage movement) 

Sunday, August 23, 2026

I'm A Knitter (short story, humour) by Leanne Dyck

Knitters have a code. What if you break that code?

photo by Manon


I'm A Knitter

Really, I'm not a bad person. I don't mistreat small animals. I like kids. I just have this one small vice. Please don't judge me.

I have been knitting now for twenty years. You would think that I would be turning out wonderful tapestries of colour. I see the patterns. I admire the garments. Really, honestly, I do. They're just...well...and it pains me to confess this...um, well...they're just not what I want to knit. You see, I'm a "lazy knitter." It's hard for me to admit—but it's true.

After a hard day, I love nothing better than to kick back, grab my needles and some yarn, turn off my brain, and knit. That's why I knit scarves. I must have turned out twenty or thirty of these useful pieces of apparel. All necks are adorned by my stitches. My husband. Our kids. The milkman. Our dog.

I see the looks. I hear the whispers.

"She's not a knitter. She wastes her time knitting scar-ves."

I know me and my kind are not welcome in knitting groups.

They say, "You can't simply knit a scarf! You have to add cables, lace, colourwork, or..."

And I have tried. Really, honestly, I have.

Tricky knitting just isn't for me. It causes eyestrain. It damages my brain. I hate math!

I turn to knitting for solace. It's my means of escape. If I wanted to work on a hobby, I would take up gardening.

All I want is acceptance. All I want is to belong. Surely, that's not too much to ask. Surely, I'm not alone. Surely, there is someone out there who can understand. 

I'm a knitter... Aren't I?



photo by bdyck

Recently, my friend Manon and I went on another off-island adventure. This time we sailed to Salt Spring Island—a big sister island to my island home, Mayne Island.

For me, a highlight of that trip was visiting Artcraft Gallery and Shop.

AI Overview: "Artcraft is the longest-running juried fine art and handmade craft exhibition in British Columbia."

Visiting Mahon Hall (114 Rainbow Road) brought back vivid memories of delivering suitcases full of handknitting in early June. Each year my handknit baby sweaters sold like hotcakes.

On this tip, I was pleased to discover that an artisan has stepped up to fill the void my aching wrists forced me to leave.

photo by ldyck

Artcraft is open daily from 10:00 AM to 5:00 PM until September 20, 2026.


Sunday, August 16, 2026

I Would (poem) by Leanne Dyck

A fun, tongue-twisting poem and the ancient poem it inspired

photo by ldyck


 I Would 

I would.
if I could.
But I can't
so I won't.

Would you
if you could?
If you would,
go
do.

written May 2026

I wrote this poetry review in 1987 for the University of Winnipeg’s Children’s Literature course.

I would if I could

If I couldn’t, how could I?

I couldn’t, without I could, could I?

Could you, without you, could ye?

Could ye? Could ye?

Could you, without you could, could ye?



I love the nonsense of this traditional Mother Goose nursery rhyme. It seems to flow in a silly fashion, begging to be told. It gives far more in fun and frolic than it ever demands of the listener. It does, however, have a message: that it is silly and unnecessary to think too much. I agree wholeheartedly with its unmistakable logic.


photo by ldyck


My friend and fine artist Jody Waldie at her recent art show on Mayne Island.

Terrill Welch Gallery Spotlight on artist Jody Waldie

by Terrill Welch

September 25, 2022




Sunday, August 9, 2026

Loving Lisa (short story) by Leanne Dyck

Love demands of the lovers to have faith, to trust.
And if you lose faith...
If trust is gone...

photo by ldyck

Loving Lisa


It's hard to breathe, think, move. It feels like one of my vital organs is missing—a liver, a kidney, a lung, my heart.

I know it would help if I could cry, but I'm beyond tears. I'm numb—my brain's valiant effort to protect me from the truth.

But what is the truth?

I roll the gold band around and around on my ring finger. I walk over to the fireplace and take our wedding photo off the mantel.

Who is this young couple? They look so happy, so much in love—joined together by a promise. Has he broken that promise?

I replace the photo and find myself in the kitchen. Coffee mug in hand, I sit at the table and peer out the window to where his car should be.

I don't want to think I feel abandoned. I feel the distance between us.

But we've always been of different worlds. Me...? I'm constantly in my head—analyzing, dissecting, categorizing, creating. I sit at my easel for hours. Paint splashes across the white canvas. He's always in motion—pumping weights, jogging, swimming, kayaking. He's a ray of light bouncing around the earth.

I'd like to drink away my worry with a glass of wine. I settle for coffee—it's hot against my tongue. 

How he hates my dark moods.

"You should talk with someone," he often tells me, pushing me to treatment. I know what he thinks: fix yourself; you're broken. I'm not allowed to be negative, ever. He expects me to be perpetually happy. Well, that's not normal. It's fake. He takes my sadness as a personal insult.

He proudly hangs my paintings of sunshine and sweet things, but my darker, moodier creations are relegated to my studio.

"Why did you paint that?" He asks, judging, trying to censor me. 

"You have no right," I tell him, and we fight.

Did I drive him away?

It may sound odd, but I'd like to think that I was at least partially responsible. It gives me a sense of control. I'd rather believe that than...

Is someone else involved?

He's a good-looking man. I see how other women leer at him. They lick their lips like he's chocolate. Lately, I've noticed one of his students—a sweet, young thing. What's her name? Oh, yes, Lisa. I see how Lisa swallows him up with her eyes, then quickly looks away.

Where is he right now? Are they twisted together in silk sheets? Is he loving Lisa? What's the truth?


On and Off Mayne Island


House Show Victoria
Saturday, August 15
7 pm


photo by ldyck

My Year in Fairland

Book Launch and Reading

Mayne Island Library

Saturday, August 22

3:30 PM


Sunday, August 2, 2026

A Secret Message Everyone Could See (poem) by Leanne Dyck

 A dear memory of a mother's love.

photo by ldyck

A Secret Message Everyone Could See


My mom cradled my hand in hers.

With the finger of her other hand,

she wrote letters

in my palm.

I

L

O

V

E

Y

O

U

A secret message

that only I could feel,

but everyone else

could see. 



"selfie" by ldyck

(My neighbour Kathy gave me this beautiful flower.)



My summer reading list...


by Shelby Van Pelt
An octopus forms a special relationship with a lonely senior citizen.

Lent to me by a friend
read

by Glenn Dixon

Purchased online
read

by W Bruce Cameron
Explores the special relationship between a dog and their human.


Thrift shop find
read

by Nita Prose
A famous writer is found dead. Why? How? Who?
The second book in the Molly Maid series.

Yarn sale find
read

by Gwen Cooper
The remarkable adventures of a blind cat.

Given to me by a friend
reading

by Tyler Hellard

Ordered online
to be read

by Bette Greene

Ordered online
re-read (I read this book for the first time when I was in junior high.)

Sunday, July 26, 2026

Claudia (short story) by Leanne Dyck

This short story was inspired by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's relationship with Sherlock Holmes.


free library in Sidney, BC

photo by ldyck



Claudia

"How's Claudia?"

"What's Claudia been up to lately?"

"When can we hear from Claudia again?"

Claudia. Claudia. Claudia. That's all she ever heard—day in, day out, each and every day. It was like the entire world was in love with Claudia. Of course, they were attracted to Claudia. Claudia was bold, dramatic, adventurous, and intriguing. She, on the other hand, was dull and boring. Just a writer. Just an author. She lingered in the shadows—overlooked and ignored. But it was her talent that had created it all. If it weren't for her, Claudia wouldn't exist. They all knew that, and yet... Claudia. Claudia. Claudia. 

She was so sick and tired of it. She was so sick of being overlooked that she was hatching a plan. She was going to kill Claudia. One more book, and Claudia, the main character in her bestsellers, would be out of her life forever.


Why Arthur Conan Doyle was Sherlock Holmes' biggest hate, according to an actual historian by El Kuiper



photo by Manon

(I'm tempted to make a comment about turkey neck,
but instead I think I'll reread last Sunday's poem.)

Taken the day Manon and I went to the Street Market in Sidney, BC


On this blog in August


Sunday, August 2

"A Secret Message Everyone Could See" (poem)

A dear memory of a mother's love.

Sunday, August 9

"Loving Lisa" (short story)

Love demands of the lovers to have faith, to trust. And if you lose faith... If trust is gone... What then?

Sunday, August 16

"I Would" (poem)

A fun, tongue-twisting poem and the ancient poem that inspired it.

Sunday, August 23

"I'm A Knitter" (short story)

Knitters have a code. What if you break that code?

Sunday, August 30 

"Jealousy" (short story)

Who is man's best friend? And what happens when another human threatens this friendship?