Who are the jrmacks?

The jrmacks are from a poem my grandad, Cameron Ross McIntosh
wrote in 1963, where he referred to my siblings and I as the
'juniormacks'. Therefore, the juniormacks are my brother Bill, my
sister Becky, and myself.

C.R. McIntosh (1871-1971) was a teacher, publisher, poet, and
an elected member of parliament in Canada from 1925-42.
My memories of him are a gentle old man that listened to CBC
Radio throughout the day. Although he passed away when I was
only 8 years old, I will always remember sitting on his lap reading
my poems to him.

Below is his poem that inspires me and bears the url for my portfolio,
which is currently undergoing a redesign.

Jean McIntosh
August 2004

jean@jrmacks.com

Tosh is a wee Cocker Spaniel
That is just four months of age,
White with brown spots and ears golden
And of young and old the rage
As he peers into the future
And the world all sees a stage.

Whereon he and all his cronies
Can mount to defend their cause,
Win the goodwill of all people
To wipe out the gaps and flaws
That to-day bog down our freedoms
Under so called man made laws.

Tosh deems this the time for action -
For great changes far and near
That will humans free and Canines,
Without doubt and without fear
If mankind is not to perish
On this old spasmodic sphere.

Where existence is a unit
And each part a role can play
In a better "Social Union"
Without anymore delay
If we're to extremists muzzle
And goals paramount portray.

All dogs trained down through the ages,
In between and big and small
Have been loyal to their masters,
At their every beck and call
If they were humane, not brutal -
Deaf to dumb creation's call.

Billy McIntosh and Becky
Think they own this. "Tosh". pup rare
But Jean Anne has not yet queried
How with all is she to fare
If her mum and to her daddy
Of. "Tosh" .each demand a share?

So we have here a real problem
For "The Junior Macks" to solve
That's "Co-operative" truly
And one they cannot resolve
Unless all concerned play cricket -
Not Tosh into bits dissolve.

Hence a "Conference" is mooted
And. "Tosh" .thinks its just the thing
But whate'er will be the verdict
No one has the least inkling
Since grave points hang in the balance
Even though bells Yuletide ring.

North Battleford, Sask.
Dec. 25, 1963

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