Aku Päiviö was a poet, journalist and organizer of the Finnish Organization of Canada. He homesteaded in Alppila, Ware Township and is said to have invented the name of the community. After 1929 the family lived in Sudbury where Päiviö served as editor of newspaper Vapaus and literary magazine Liekki.

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Kärsämäen seurakunnan arkisto - Syntyneiden luettelot 1857-1882, jakso 118: 1879; Kansallisarkisto: http://digi.narc.fi/digi/view.ka?kuid=7668184 / Viitattu 14.1.2020

Kärsämäki syntyneet-kuolleet 1857-1882 (AP I C:4) Sivu 116 Födda och döpta år 1879 ; SSHY http://www.sukuhistoria.fi/sshy/sivut/jasenille/paikat.php?bid=4738... / Viitattu 22.10.2024

Kärsämäki > rippikirja, 1875-1884 > 69: Jaakola SSHY members - Haapavesi 1881

"New York Passenger Arrival Lists (Ellis Island), 1892-1924", , FamilySearch (https://www.familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:JFTY-96V : Thu Mar 07 14:54:24 UTC 2024), Entry for Alina Stalhammar and Aaku Paivio, 1903.

Marriage 1906 Familysearch - Father Jacob Paivio, spouses's parents Esko Hänninen and Emma Kivi!!!

Canada Census 1921, Ware Township

Muistokirjoituksia Vapaus-lehdessä
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To My Son in Spain

by Aku Paivio

Unexpected, you arrived from your job to our cabin home,
in the middle of the week.

I have taken a bit a of a holiday, you say.
Just a short visit, I have a little time. A costly ride is waiting.

That sounded strange, But should I ask? The young are young, and so unpredictable.

Such happy chatter with the brothers The youngest you get to laugh Encouragement to Mother, But soon the too short wintry day passes You are aware and tear yourself away Abruptly a goodbye to all and leave. We leave you at the door and return inside But not yet you go Moments later you call me outside And offer your hand, firmly clasping mine And so quietly –that through the cabin walls not heard So that Mother should not hear She may not be able to stand it – murmur:

Goodbye, Dad! I am on my way to Spain! So sudden — so unexpected It hits like hail from the sky, I had been bedridden and even now Could hardly stand. I feel so old and helpless Needing support Life is heavy, so sad and sorrowful, I struggle, hesitate, have difficulty finding words.

I hardly expected this just now, Passed my lips this weakness, That shames me secretly so. Have you considered this serious matter? Look, from such wars you do not return.

I have considered — Dad, and decided so!

A hard, firm handshake yet You disappear into the wintry darkness, I slowly into the cabin stagger Such contradictory emotions seethe through me Now depressing me, then again such elation Pride in a son, who does not fear, Who wants to fight for right. That feeling strengthens, inspires me A son’s loss, a life so young. Perhaps forever That presses down on me, in gloom.

Time passes, and the waiting Some news arrives You surmount obstacles, but Have arrived at your destination — Spain. More news. Death stalks but you have survived I hear you With brave comrades Doing what must be done with honour.

Well done, son, And you others — Our Boys! You, who are resolving such great matters With your final turn to speak Your life at stake, so threatened Salud! An honour volley — three times!

Destroy fascism That degrader of the people That loved ones torture, butcher others, That inflames to war and such terrors sow That belligerent who awesome threatens, bullies That, from head to foot, armed Even suckling infants to it sacrifice Drunk with dreams, world domination Attacks, destroys, wild with blood Blood it demands In blood it shall itself drown.

Strike it down, That Spanish people, and others too A people, fiery strong as steel, and brave, A people, enslaved and exploited So long who on their shoulders Carried the load of their masters Can now at last breathe in freedom In freedom walk the sunny soil of their land, In freedom tend their vineyards In freedom build their homes In freedom, with all the strength of bursting energy Build a new, a happy Spain.

Salud! An honour volley — three times!