Commanda

If you’re looking for gingerbread in the bush – you’ll find it at the Commanda General Store Museum in Commanda, Ontario.

Commanda, Ontario, Commanda General Store, museum, highway 11, highway 524

Commanda General Store on a sleepy Canada Day morning, just west of Highway 11.

Housed in a fancy Victorian building, inexplicably built in the bush in 1885, the Commanda General Store changed hands five times, survived a fire and was in regular use until the 1970s before it was abandoned and later turned into a local museum.

Commanda, much like Restoule, is named after an Ojibwe Chief.  The Chief, so the story goes, spoke English and led a band of Native troops in the War of 1812.  He picked up the title “commander” at some point during the war and made it his own.  After the war had finished, he brought his band out this way in 1830s.  Settlements first sprouted along Commanda Creek, and a post office named Commanda Creek opened in 1877, reflecting the name already in use by then.

Commanda, however, is the kind of place that makes Restoule seem like a proper town.  And that’s not a knock on either of them.  I’ve visited a lot of small towns blogging about Highway 11 and Yonge Street and places on either side of the highway.  But for some reason, I was unprepared for just how hole-in-the-wall Commanda really was.

There is a Lutheran Church – services every second-last Sunday of the month – a cemetery, and a “Commanda Mini Mall” sign directing you to drive up a dirt road.  Being early morning on a stat holiday we thought exploring local roads was rather inappropriate, lest it end up being someone’s driveway (always a risk with rural dirt roads) – but from my google searches it seems to be a second-hand shop with an enviro, artsy-craftsy bent that may or may not still be in business.

But when you think of its history, location, and industries, then Commanda’s size makes sense.  Commanda was in the upper third of the land serviced by the Rosseau-Nipissing Road.  This is a land of rocks and trees.  Soil here was so marginal that people barely bothered to eke out an agricultural living.  Instead, Commanda was home to logging, railway camps, and a general store – .

Just south of Commanda you can find ghosttowns.  Ron Brown’s book Backroads of Ontario and the Nipissing Road website provide directions to explore the abandoned outposts, forgotten towns, and cemeteries littered with headstones marking people who met an early end attempting to settle the area in and around Commanda.

Commanda, Ontario Lutherna Church, highway11.ca, highway 11, yonge street

With services every second-last Friday of the month, the Lutheran Church shows that Commanda isn’t another abandoned town.

Backroads in and around Commanda, Ontario, just west of Highway 11.

Backroads in and around Commanda, Ontario, just west of Highway 11.

Ontario historical plaque at the Commanda General Store - now the Commanda Museum
Ontario historical plaque at the Commanda General Store – now the Commanda Museum
Given that we'd have to kill another six-plus hours if we wanted to partake, we didn't stay for the Commanda BBQ.  As evidenced by my experience in Port Sydney, I'm not always a joiner.

Given that we’d have to kill another six-plus hours if we wanted to partake, we didn’t stay for the Commanda BBQ. As evidenced by my experience in Port Sydney, I’m not always a joiner.

2 thoughts on “Commanda

  1. We stopped once at a community party in waubishene ( ok hwy 69/400) a real country hoedown with locals singing songs ie popular country music ie how their town is disappearing, sad songs. Why would anybody do that? My kids were Uber disappointed they didn’t win the jelly bean guess. Ok anyways good pics on your site. Travelling to North bay hwy 11 this weekend, from s.ont trying to get in the frame of mind
    Thanks

  2. Great grandparents emigrated from Ireland to Granite Hill just outside Commanda. My Dad was born in Trout Creek, grew up at Granite Hill. His parents moved to South River in the early 40s. I was always excited to see their house right by Hwy 11 in South River because I loved it up there. Loved the smell of woodsmoke, loved the old woodstove, the fireflies and the swimming hole at the dam in South River. Good memories. I still have relatives including descendants of Hanselman’s in the Commanda area. God’s country my Dad used to call it.

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