Bronte's harbour was used for the flourishing lumber and wheat trade in the early 1800's, until that trade collapsed when the Grand Trunk Railway opened in 1856. Then commercial fishing took over, with small boats fishing for lake trout, herring and whitefish which were packed in ice and shipped to cities like Hamilton, Toronto and New York. Those fisheries collapsed in the 1950's. The memorial is more a celebration of that commercial fishing heritage than a memorial for lost fishermen, though some did lose their lives out on the lake.
Today the former Bronte village would be totally unrecognizable to an earlier resident. The original commercial buildings that we find downtown in all the small towns we visit have been completely obliterated here, replaced by modern multi-story condos and a mall or two. A yuppified replacement for a formerly active fishing village.
Here's our own dog Roxie during the heavy snowfall of the big storm last week. I think she must be part Husky; she just loves the snow!