The Mill of Kintail
by Rick Book
An article for The Globe and Mail
An article for The Globe and Mail
On
a warm summer evening, the forest is glowing as bullfrogs in the river harrumph
for mates. It’s easy to imagine R. Tait
McKenzie sitting here in his kilt, deeply contented, as he gazed across the
pond at his stone mill. One of Canada ’s
greatest doctors, educators and artists, McKenzie returned here to his
birthplace late in life to make this his summer home and studio.
He was
born just down the road near Almonte in 1867.
The gristmill had already closed when he played here as a boy with his
friend, James Naismith, before they left for Montreal and became doctors, before they left
for careers in the States. Naismith invented basketball; McKenzie went to the University of Pennsylvania to head the department of
physical education. He and his wife,
Ethel, a concert pianist and poet, lived there happily for 31 years.
During
World War I, McKenzie served as a surgeon in the British Royal Army Medical
Corps. He revolutionized rehabilitation of the wounded and pioneered treatments
that physiotherapists still use today.
But McKenzie was more than a physician and physical educator. He had
another calling - as a sculptor.
He
sculpted athletes, sleek young men in their prime, fleet as gazelles, strong
and fit. He won art competitions, designed Olympic medals, studied in Paris and met Auguste Rodin.
He became world-renowned, successful, and hung out with the rich and famous of
his day.
On a trip
back home to Almonte in 1930, McKenzie rediscovered this mill, now derelict. He bought it, restored it and gave it the name
Mill of Kintail. The three-storey
limestone building draws you in through a weathered wooden door with simple
wrought iron handles. McKenzie’s studio
was upstairs, a soaring sunny place with huge south windows, stout beams reaching
high across the space. Their living
quarters were one floor below, filled with simple rustic furniture – and a
piano. The McKenzies loved to entertain;
Prime Minister King was a friend and frequent visitor.
The mill
is a museum now. Seventy of McKenzie’s
works are here, some in bronze, some in plaster. In a window, silhouetted
against the sun, The Ice Bird sits
poised for flight. A skater on one leg,
the other straight out behind, arms stretched, ready to fly. It is grace frozen
in bronze. McKenzie himself was no mere
spectator. He had been a top gymnast at
McGill and was Canadian high jump champion; he could run hurdles, fence, box,
swim and, no doubt, skate.
Another
favourite is of eight speed skaters on a frieze, Brothers of the Wind. I love
it for the name alone; companions of the order of sweat, a fraternity of those
who know what it means to swoop across the ice like swallows, feel the cold
slap of wind in your face, the hot happiness of exhaustion when the race or
game is over. The rink rat in me stands
in awe.
A plaster
of The Joy of Effort is here, too. A
trio of hurdlers in flight, it’s one of his best-known works. The original 269 cm bronze medallion is mounted
on the wall of the Olympic Stadium in Stockholm ,
Sweden to
commemorate that city’s 1912 Olympics. In
recognition of his support of the Games’ revival and his enthusiastic influence
on them, McKenzie was inducted into the Canadian Olympic Hall of Fame.
It's easy
to imagine Rab, as he was known, working here as light and shadows traced their
way across the room, Madame Butterfly
playing on the Victrola. He pushes and
prods his clay, molds it in his slim, strong doctor's hands, rips it down,
tries again and again, until the clay stops being clay and becomes instead a
leg, muscles taut under skin, alive in the artist's hands. Only then can he
enjoy a sip of tea Ethel has brought up.
McKenzie,
it’s clear, admired not only the beauty of athleticism but its raw passion as
well. His Onslaught is a bronze
tangle of rugby players that served as the Canadian senior intercollegiate football
trophy. Like a breaking wave of bodies,
it captures the rough and tumble of sport in the seemingly endless summer of
youth.
This is a
quiet place now, a conservation area.
The river, the birds, the sweeping lawns are all part of a serenity
broken only by the laughter of school children on a visit, the trickle of
tourists, and every spring, by the graduating class of Phys Ed students from
McGill paying homage to McKenzie. A
shrine to a virtually unknown Canadian.
Having
seen the terrible cost of war, remembering the fallen was important to McKenzie
and he received several commissions for war memorials. The plaster version of
his Madonna-like Mercy reaches out with
tenderness and compassion, a tribute to the Red Cross nurses who died in WW1.
It stands in front of Red Cross headquarters in Washington , D.C.
In another corner of the studio is The Young Scot. The lad sits in his kilt, rifle across his
knees, bent slightly forward, eager to answer his country’s call. Commissioned
for Edinburgh 's
Scottish-American War Memorial, it is a picture of innocence doomed and may
just be his finest work. McKenzie gave
his all to this project, as if in payment for some enormous debt. In his will, he asked Ethel to bury his heart
by the statue. And in 1938 she did. But his heart still surely beats at this
beloved mill, his spiritual home and personal monument to the joy of effort, of
being human, fully expressed and profoundly alive.
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Rick Book is the author of several
books including the short story collections, Necking with Louise and Christmas
in Canada.
IF YOU GO:
Directions
from Ottawa : HWY 417 west to March Road exit. Take HWY 49
west to Almonte, then HWY 29 north toward Pakenham. Turn left onto Clayton Road and
follow signs.
Directions
from Toronto :
Take HWY 7 to near Carleton Place ,
turn north on HWY 29 (or take HWY 29 north from 401), to Almonte, continue on
HWY 29 north toward Pakenham. Turn left onto Clayton Road and follow signs.
Email: Kintail@trytel.com
Tel:
613-256-3610
Mill of
Kintail Conservation Area, R.R. # 1, Almonte ,
ON K0A 1A0 .
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