Linda’s Nickel Opinions — Blasts From the Past — Part 9

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Linda’s Nickel Opinions — Blasts From the Past — Part 9

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January 9, 2018 7:33 PM

I used to watch America’s Funniest Home Videos every Sunday and roar with laughter when people fell. However, when I took a horrible tumble on Tuesday I will no longer laugh at anyone ever again– I promise. It takes great talent to fall, and to tell you the truth I have been one of the clumsiest people around since birth. Floors and stairs hate me, chairs and tables are bullies, and walls get into my way all the time.

I decided to go get the mail around lunch time which I do every single day. It’s not like I chose some sort of new path, but somehow this time the concrete flat floor of the garage pulled a number on me. The toe of my shoe hooked under a carpet runner and I went down like the Titanic.

Falling down is an accident, not getting up is a choice, but the air was knocked out of me, and even a team of paramedics could not have pulled me up. I glanced around and saw a small kitchen utility ladder and pulled it over to me. Finally managing to get myself up I noticed my knees were beginning to turn blue quickly, so I went upstairs and put some pain cream on them before it got worse. Within 7 minutes I had a hard time getting back downstairs, and in the space of 4 hours I must have birthed 32 children, because it sure felt that way.

I didn’t dare take an Advil because of my heart medications, so I waited until Steve came home from work and we went to the hospital. It feels that 2017 has been a record year for me going to our local hospital, and I apologized to the doctor for becoming “a frequent flyer”, but sometimes sh^&t happens as they say.

During the 3 hour wait it felt like I was sitting in the middle of ancient Medieval England filled with the bubonic plague. The flu season is at its height, and even though I tied my wool scarf around my mouth I felt like whatever germs were breeding under the many patient masks was going to infiltrate my ears and get me anyways. If I had my way the whole scenario playing out in the waiting room should have been featured on 1000 Ways to Die.

My number finally came up and by this time my knees were so swollen up  it looked like I was braless and things were sagging.  The Xray showed bleeding, bruising, and a host of other terrors, so I begged for pain medicine. When Steve picked up the Tramadol I was prescribed, Andrew at Shopper’s Drugmart insisted Steve made sure I didn’t get hooked on the drug. Hooked?

Ladies and Gentlemen I am taking what I call a ‘celebrity drug’ and it can be crushed, injected or snorted, and Tramadol knows no boundaries as stated in People Magazine. Did you know rapper Ol’ Dirty Bastard from the Wu-Tang Clan died November 13, 2004 just two days before his 36th birthday from an overdose of Tramadol?

Today after taking capsule number 3 I have no idea why anyone would want to become a junkie on this stuff. These are no ‘happy pills’  and are more like the “walking dead pills.” The fact sheet said I might have some hallucinations. That was bull, as I saw no dragons in my kitchen, and there were definitely no Unicorns in my bedroom. The major issue with these drugs was to make sure I never took a laxative and Tramadol on the same night.

I know it’s going to take awhile to heal the knees, as I remember the good times when I used to be able to move without making sound effects. Has it not become sad in our golden years that you can say when you get hurt again- “oh well, I’m used to it”. Pardon me while I go walk into a pole!

 

 

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Linda 1957

 

February 15, 2007


Today I thought about my Grandmother and her insistence on wearing clean underwear everyday as I couldn’t seem to find anything decent in my drawer.

My Mother, when she was out of the hospital and at home for a few days, or weeks, also constantly carried on about my underwear. In her case it wasn’t so much whether they were clean or not, but whether or not they had more holes than swiss cheese. I told them I would just pretend they got torn in whatever accident I had if need be.

“What if you get in an accident?” she repeated mimicking my Grandmother.

If you are in an accident, do they refuse you at the hospital for having bad underpants? Do the gynecologists have coffee among themselves and talk about the underpants they have seen that day? Do they prefer granny pants or thongs?

To encourage me I was given 7 day underwear for my birthday. Did you actually wear Monday on a Monday? Did it really have some deep meaning that we did not know about? If you got in an accident did someone quietly mention to you on the hospital table that you were wearing the wrong day of the week?

At age 6 I got hit by a car and carried into the house by neighbours. I woke up on the living room couch with Grampy Crittenden handing me an Illustrated Classics comic book about the story of Jesus. My Grandfather quietly asked my mother if I was okay. My mother said, “I think so, but I am so worried she didn’t have good underwear on and we don’t want the town to talk”.


 

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Photo- George Arthur Crittenden,  (West Brome and Montreal) father of my  Mother  Bernice Ethylene Crittenden 

May 2, 2006 10:45 am

“You’d better wipe that look off your face”, my Grandfather said.

I don’t know if I just had an angry resting face or something– but my facial expression was irking him. Grampy Crittenden had a slightly worried look on his face as I watched him try to master my hula hoop. It was 1958 and it had been reported on the news that Filene’s in Boston had sold 2,000 hula hoops in one day and Canada was going to sell 15 million by November. I only owned one and feared he might break it.

 

Some adults like my Grandfather could not seem able to keep their mitts off of stuff I liked, and wanted to see what the excitement was all about. There was no winning in that situation. I finally decided I just might as well amuse myself by refusing to show any emotion and watch him go ape over it. I was going to get yelled at anyway, so why not. He heard it was good for his waistline, but in reality, if he did a few rounds with the hoop and then had a shot of gin, it might just relax him for the cribbage game after.

 

After I watched him struggle with it, my Mother came out and told him he was going to hurt himself. She looked at me and said “You had better wipe that look off your face!” I knew she would begin to lecture me, so I just nodded as I usually did, and said,

 

“I didn’t know I had a look on my face!”

 

With that there was no more worrying if my Grandfather was going to break the hula hoop, or promote improprieties as Japan was telling everyone in the news who dared use one. I tried to block out the words that were now flowing from my Mother. Was my expression constantly offensive? God forbid I have emotions, but you never argued with your parents in those days. Especially to a woman had read Benjamin Spock’s “Baby and Child Care,”  back to back and worn it out. Children were meant to be “seen but not heard.”  But this inquisitive child would always remain a curious person with a look on her face and question why things were the way they were. I  continued when I became a Mother to tell my kids to remove the look they had on their faces also without fail. After all weren’t Mother’s just  motivational speakers for the selective listener? I guess that too is debatable.

 

 

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Me and my friend Sheila Wallet Needham  who lives in Bolton Centre at Coney Island. 1950s

 

February 2007, 11:45 PM

Sheila Wallet Needham had always been the loyal friend that I waited for every morning, on Albert Street, to walk to school with. She had experienced most of my life first hand, and was one of the very few friends who turned up at my father’s funeral in Cowansville, Quebec. We have not seen each other in years, but deep down we both know that the other is still there, and we each still value and cherish our friendship.

There has not been a day that has gone by that I do not think of Sheila and her family. Her late father Murray Wallet taught me how to ride a bike, and her mother Doris always had nothing but kind words. Just because you lose contact from time to time does not mean that you forget. Years ago Sheila sent me a large envelope containing everything I had sent her since the 80s. Letters, photos, all memories you usually just don’t get back.
I read about my former dark side in the letters that I sent her through the years. It was like a slap in the face to read about the doctors, pills, depression and misery. I could feel the blackness creeping back into me that I had fought off for years. I shuddered and put the letters down. That was emotional reading, and I hated that period of my life.

There were some letters about the beginnings of my fashion stores in the early 70’s, and she still had sent the clippings from magazines and newspapers with my designs in it that she had saved. I wrote about wanting a child at the age of 25. In reality, my first born, Schuyleur, arrived in my life when I was 35, and because I don’t do things like anyone else,  son Perry arrived 11 months later after Sky.

The very last correspondence was a fax dated Sept 03, 1989. I had told Sheila that I was planning to close my store in 1994 which eventually I did not close until 1996. Sheila had told me it was a good idea, and that I should pursue a career in politics.
Years have flown by, yet it all still seemed like yesterday. Reading the letters felt like we were still in her childhood basement on Albert Street listening to her mother banging on the floor above us because she had endured enough of the song, “Satisfaction” by The Rolling Stones.

How did life go by so fast? Where did it go?  Sheila and I both tried to make a difference to people in our lives. Who knew when we first became friends at the age of 2, what our destiny would be like?  If I die tomorrow, I know that I have tried–just like Sheila.

I know that we are both grateful for everything, including each other. True friends are never apart, maybe in distance, but not in our hearts.
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December 27, 2008 10:45

This is a true story-  Any resemblance to someone you know, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I wrote it hoping that someone I knew very well would clean out their fridge. She never got it– and as Joe Friday would say: ” It’s just the facts mam! Just the 

It was almost midnight as Glenda surveyed her freezer. She had been sick for days and worried she might fall into a permanent sleep by morning. According to most of the expiry dates on her food she should have been dead years ago. What really irked her were the the directions found on almost any chilled food: “once opened, eat within 3 days”. She never threw food out- her daughter kept saying at some point it crawled out on its own and over to the garbage can.

What kind of person would she be remembered as if she died over night and someone looked in her freezer? She took out a package of bacon from the freezer that was dated 2009. Glenda had also been freezing milk for years and never had a drop that was lumpy, or had to sit for a few days after being thawed.

Of course her food looked like it could be on an episode of “Hoarders”–and some of it could start its own penicillin farm. She looked at the wilted green lettuce that looked like a smoothie and noticed she could tie the carrots/celery in a knot.

Her daughter had told her a million times that when things turn green or black, or if the Tupperware cover popped off by itself, that’s the time to throw things out. Maybe she should just give up upon life before the New Year came in– after all she had noticed the box of Arm & Hammer was now waving a white flag.

 

Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read. Also check out The Tales of Carleton Place.

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in The Townships Sun andScreamin’ Mamas (USA)

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Linda’s Nickel Opinions — Blasts From the Past — Part 8

Linda’s Nickel Opinions — Blasts From the Past — Part 7

Linda’s Nickel Opinions — Blasts From the Past — Part 6

Linda’s Nickel Opinions — Blasts From the Past — Part 5

Linda’s Nickel Opinions — Blasts From the Past — Part 4

Linda’s Nickel Opinions — Blasts From the Past — Part 3

Linda’s Nickel Opinions — Blasts From the Past — Part 2

Linda’s Nickel Opinions — Blasts From the Past Part 1

 

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They Once Lived in My Home– The Cram Children — Margaret — Angeline “Babe” and Arthur

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They Once Lived in My Home– The Cram Children — Margaret  — Angeline “Babe” and Arthur

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September 28, 1936

The entire block headed by Lake Ave East and sidelined by Campbell Street, Argyle and Lisgar Street in Carleton Place was once owned by the Morphy and Cram family. The family stone home was built by the Morphys, and additions were made by the Crams and Seccaspinas. Behind the house, facing Lisgar Street, held hundreds of raspberry bushes and a small stone pond which is now buried over with sand at the bottom of my property.

The Cram family ran the local tannery where the Senior’s Citizen building on Sussex Street is now located. Their family consisted of  a son Arthur (Art) who was killed in a motorcycle accident on High Street in July of 1929. His friend, Don Moffatt, was badly injured. They Once Lived in My Home– Arthur Cram.

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The patriarch, Albert Cram, born in 1867, died in 1929, at the age of 62,  almost one month later after his son died. He was the mayor of Carleton Place for two terms–1909 & 1910.

 

 - A. E. Cram Dies At Carleton Place Former Mayor...

Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  20 Aug 1929, Tue,  Page 20

 

The Cram’s two daughters were: Constance and Angeline (Angelene), who was also called “Babe”. After their parent’s died the two girls sold the Lake Ave East home and moved to McArthur Ave. into the home formerly owned by Franklin Abbott.

 

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Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  13 Feb 1939, Mon,  Page 20

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Margaret Constance Cram

Donald Lawson was born on 13 Apr 1903 in Brooklyn, Kings, New York. He died on 11th Feb 1979 in Charlotte County, Florida.

Donald married Margaret Constance Cram, daughter of the late Albert Edward Cram and Edna Ella Constance Grant, on 26 Sep 1936 in the Lake Ave East home called Springside Hall in Carleton Place, Ontario, Canada. Margaret was born in 1907 in Carleton Place, Ontario, and was a graduate of Branksome Hall which was an independent girls’ school for day and boarding students from Junior Kindergarten to Grade 12 in Toronto that was founded in 1903. She also attended McGill University in Montreal, however there is no record of her graduating. The marriage ended in divorce. Margaret died on 27 Dec, 1975 in Carleton Place, Ontario, Canada at the Cram girl’s residence on McArthur Ave.

 

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Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  24 Dec 1975, Wed,  Page 40

Miss Angelina “Babe” Cram

 - k Death Accidental Of Miss H. Smith .....

 - Brown and Vincent Clost, both of Carling...

Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  22 Nov 1935, Fri,  Page 16

 - Lindsay Girl's Skull Is Fractured in Carling...

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 - y Hanna Curran Ferns and early Summer flowers...

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 - short- Pem- Issue Badminton Draw At Carleton...

Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  22 Jan 1935, Tue,  Page 15

 

I could not find much else on  Angeline “Babe” Cram, but it seems she remained a spinster. Her sister Margaret never remarried, and she died in their home on McArthur Ave. “Babe” Cram however might have remained a spinster, but she was quite the badminton player in Carleton Place where I found several notations about her. No matter how hard I tried nothing was mentioned about Angeline was mentioned after 1942. She was still alive in 1975 so come Spring I will go check the United Cemetery.

 

 

Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read. Also check out The Tales of Carleton Place.

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in The Townships Sun andScreamin’ Mamas (USA)

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They Once Lived in My Home– Arthur Cram

The Morphy Cram House — Springside Hall

What’s Changed in Your Home in 40 Years?

Update on the Time Capsule in Springside Hall

Time Capsule in the ‘Hi Diddle Day’ House?

October 13, 1977 George W. Raeburn of Lake Ave East— Artist and C. P. R. Man

The Morphy Cram House — Springside Hall

The Hi- Diddle-Day House of Carleton Place – Puppets on a String

The Ghost Lovers of Springside Hall – A True Love Story

Glory Days in Carleton Place– Linda Seccaspina

So Where Does the Water come from Under my House?

Do You have an Archaeological Find in Your Carleton Place Basement?

Feeling Groovy by the Lake Ave East Bridge

The Spirits Are Alive and Well

What if You Had a Fire and No One Came?

 

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More “Clippings” on the Local Crams

The Rosamond Christmas Party 1863-or- When Billie Brown and I Slid Down Old Cram’s Cellar Door

After I Read an Obit About Mrs. William Cram I also Found Out

Donald Cram — Nobel Prize for Chemistry

Searching for Elizabeth Cram–Updates on Andrew Waugh

Searching for Joey Cram of Carleton Place

I Now have Part of Joey Cram

 

Putting Together Pieces About Historical Homes– John Moore’s House –Napoleon Street

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Putting Together Pieces About Historical Homes–  John Moore’s House –Napoleon Street

 

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Jennifer E Ferris provided this photo –Google Earth street view, zoomed in past the modern house in front of it. Now
I asked on The Tales of Carleton Place if anyone knew anything about the photo of a home on Napoleon Street in Carleton Place that Mike Jeays took years ago. It is important that we document what we remember for future generations..-Linda Seccaspina
 

Tom Edwards I’m not sure Linda Seccaspina, but this looks like Pearl McRaes old home on Napolean Street. She lived there with her son John. It was basically where the Mahogany Spa is now.

Ted Hurdis Pearl sounds right but the last name doesn’t sound right to me ? I’m racking my brain now !!
Donna Mcfarlane  This is on property owned by John Moore.
 
Author’s Note–John Moore’s land (Lot #14, SW ½) ran for a similar distance along Napoleon Street; See historical facts below.
Joann Voyce–It is currently the property of Glenn and Joan Pierce who live in the modern home on the property
John Poole- Ted, just talking to Kevin Kennedy now and he confirms that it was Pearl McRae. Her son who washed dishes at the Thruway and was killed on the overpass right beside their home riding his bicycle.
Hazel Stewart-Huneault –It was the McRaes home I believe. Not sure of the correct spelling. John was tragically killed by a car while biking on Napoleon Street, many years ago.
Dawn Jones-I remember John quite well. He worked part time at Canadian Tire on Beckwith doing odd jobs. I knew he lived with his mother.
James R. McIsaac-I used to pick up Pearl in the ambulance regularly in her later years, John was killed on Napoleon Street. He and Oscar Brazeau used to hang together: a lawn mower and bike, an occasional case of beer:)
Ted Hurdis-I don’t know why the last name Bamfor or Banford keeps coming to me ? Anybody ?
Jenn Nolan-Just asked mom….  Her name was Pearl Bamford not Pearl McRae.
Hazel Stewart-Huneault-My brother hung out a bit with Pearl’s son and he just told me that yes, Pearl’s last name was Bamford and her son John’s last name was McRae.
 
Barbara Plunkett- Pearl McRae lived there , and she had a son named John. I knew Pearl McRae. I worked with Pearl at Bridge Estate Manor Retirement home. She cooked the meals there,. She was quite the Lady ,and a good friend.
Hazel Stewart-Huneault- How sad for her to lose her son. 😓
Barbara Plunkett- Yes, she passed away a few years after that
Kerri Ann Doe O’Rourke-My father installed a bathtub on the front porch because they wouldn’t have it in the house! That would have been in the very early 80’s
Ray Paquette-I vaguely remember the house which was located beside what we called Dibblee’s Quarry at the end of Napoleon where it joined Lake Park Road (the 11th Concession of Beckwith). The quarry featured in our boyhood because we often swam in it in the early spring before the Mississippi warmed up.
Joann Voyce-The quarry is now part of Mahogany and has a fountain in the middle of it.
As Ray Paquette said: “What I find fascinating in this post is the tale that has evolved about this home and the filling in of the “blanks” associated with it. A real community effort!” I cannot do this without you.. so thank you.
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historicalnotes

The Moore Family settled in Beckwith Township with Land Grants from the government of 100 acres per man of age.  
At the time, William Sr. and John qualified and the grants were registered in September 26 and 28, 1819 as  Concession 11 (now Hwy. 7 intersection of Carleton Place and Beckwith Twp) by the government settlement office  (which was then situated in the new village of Richmond, in the adjoining township of Goulbourn. John Moore’s land (Lot #14, SW ½) ran for a similar distance along Napoleon Street;

John moved to Goulbourn Township in 1822 with his wife Susannah McNeely and settled on Concession #5,  lots # 26 7 27) near Richmond.  John sold parts of his Beckwith land between 1840 and 1860 to Carleton Place  and other residents which included:  Napoleon Lavalee, Rev. Lawrence Holcroft, Joseph Bond, John Neilson,  Hugh Boulton and Nathaniel McNeely.  John still held a total of 53 acres in 1851 which half had been
cultivated but none were in crops. John left the remaining part of his Beckwith land to their daughter Jannette (wife of James Brownlee).

William Moore Jr.’s land (Lot#15, SW ½) was a similar section along the northeast side of the Franktown Road and extended from Lake Avenue East to Highway #7.

The Moore family was the first family to arrive and hosted the Morphy family who arrived in 1819 and  moved on to settle close to the falls.  The family who settles closest to the falls is whom the town/settlement is named.

Interesting Note–The Moore home was a single storey log cabin which burnt down and was replaced by another.  It was rumoured  that William Moore Sr. was buried on the site, which is located behind the schoolhouse on junction of Hwy. 7  at the “Welcome to Carleton Place” sign.

Lacrosse Club Carleton Place

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Lacrosse Club Carleton Place

 

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 - Ucroaat :at tne Junction. On Wednesday evening...

Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  28 Mar 1895, Thu,  Page 3

 

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We’ve had a request for old photos of the ball diamonds near Riverside Park… This photo by Howard Edwards of a lacrosse match (date unknown) shows Lake Avenue West to the right and St. Mary’s Church on Hawthorne Street in the distance. Just look at the crowd watching the action!–Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum

Photographer was James Howard Edwards, Shane Wm. Edwards’ grandfather. His father, William Howard Edwards donated a copy of the photograph to the museum.

 

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Joann Voyce Carleton Place Lacrosse team with John G. Voyce. Prob late 1890’s or early 1900’s

 

Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read. Also check out The Tales of Carleton Place.

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in The Townships Sun andScreamin’ Mamas (USA)

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1898-1899 Carleton Place Directory

Carleton Place the Thriving Junction Town 1900

Let’s Go Racing Boys with Nellie Sharper and Alex Hunter from Carleton Place

In the Public Eye– William Thoburn

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In the Public Eye– William Thoburn

 - In 1MT. th year of Confederation. William...

Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  01 Sep 1911, Fri,  Page 6

 

            INDEX       THOBURN      FAMILY--Click here

                                                       RETURN TO HOME PAGE
1 c1    John Thoburn #1
  s      Unknown
  2 c1 John Thoburn #2                       1845-1879     b Woolwich, Kent, England; d in Almonte
   s Margaret (Maggie) Jane Bond     1848-1937    b Beckwith Twp.  married Jan. 1, 1870; Carleton Place
                                                                                  d Victoria, B. C.
                       FAMILY LINK (5 c8) Bond Family
  3 c1 John E. Thoburn                      1875-1907     b Almonte; d Bellingham, Whatcom, Washington
  3 c2 Frank Thoburn                         1880-1897     b Almonte ; d Kamloops, B. C.
  3 c3 Eva (Mimi) Bond Thobutn         1888-1969    b Almonte; d Victoria, B C.
    s John Charles Mcintosh
        Eva & Charles’s family (c1-c5) at FAMILY LINK (1 c7 cn/c) McIntosh Family
  NOTE     Larry Ferguson states that Eva was raised by Eva Bond and William Templeman)
  2 c2 William (Willie) Thoburn          1847-1928      b Portsmouth, Hampshire, England; d Almonte
    s Margaret Lyons                          1849-             b Canada West       
   3 c1  Annie Thoburn                       1871-            b Almonte
    s Percy A. Jamieson                     1871-           b Arnprior
                         FAMILY LINK (1 c2 cn/c, 3 c2) Jamieson Family
  3 c2 Mae Elliot Thoburn                 1897-            b Almonte
     s Arnold Murchison Ivey               1876-           b Toronto           married 1899; Almonte
                                                                                                (Ancestry.com marrages 1899)
                                                                                wtn. Percy Jamieson, Almonte & Myrtle Ivey, Toronto   






                      

 

Thoburn Home-161 Union Street Almonte

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Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read. Also check out The Tales of Carleton Place.

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in The Townships Sun andScreamin’ Mamas (USA)

 

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Tears From the Old Gears of the Mills

The Former Businesses of Carleton Place –Notes Part 2– Historical Newspaper Clippings

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The Former Businesses of Carleton Place –Notes Part 2–  Historical Newspaper Clippings

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I have been cutting archived newspaper articles for over 2 years. I will be adding from time to time new ones as I go through them.

 - Mr. Wm. WlHoughby has closed his briek-yard...

Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  07 Oct 1898, Fri,  Page 5

 

 - MrTGeo. E. Leslie has placed aeetv-llne...

Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  20 Dec 1898, Tue,  Page 2

 

 - An Important transaction took place the other...

Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  21 Jul 1898, Thu,  Page 6

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Wed, Jun 1, 1898 – Page 2

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Wed, May 4, 1898 – Page 7

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Thu, Jun 9, 1898 – Page 2

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada-Thu, Dec 8, 1898 – Page 7

 - ' Mr. Root. Sibbltt ! Is opening an agency for...

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Fri, Dec 16, 1898 – Page 6

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Fri, Sep 27, 1895 – Page 5

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Sat, Sep 14, 1895 – Page 7

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Fri, Oct 7, 1898 – Page 3

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Thu, Oct 6, 1898 – Page 7

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Tue, Jul 26, 1898 – Page 8

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Tue, Apr 19, 1898 – Page 5

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Tue, Sep 13, 1898 – Page 6

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Sat, Apr 9, 1898 – Page 3

 

 

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Wed, Sep 7, 1898 – Page 8

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Wed, May 4, 1898 – Page 7

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Thu, Dec 8, 1898 – Page 7

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Tue, Dec 19, 1905 – Page 11

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, CanadaSat, Jan 21, 1905 – Page 15

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Fri, Jun 14, 1907 – Page 10

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Tue, May 17, 1904 – Page 9

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Fri, Feb 12, 1904 – Page 5

 - Mr Harry Bond haa ettabllahed i ahoe-dreaaing...

Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  16 May 1904, Mon,  Page 7

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Mon, May 7, 1906 – Page 6

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Sat, Nov 7, 1903 – Page 6

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Wed, Jun 8, 1898 – Page 6

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Mon, Nov 29, 1897 – Page 2

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Tue, Aug 8, 1899 – Page 2

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Tue, Aug 8, 1899 – Page 2

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Tue, Aug 8, 1899 – Page 2

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Mon, Dec 31, 1894 – Page 3

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Thu, Apr 5, 1894 – Page 5

The Ottawa Journal Ottawa, Ontario, Canada Wed, Dec 6, 1893 – Page 7

The Ottawa JournalOttawa, Ontario, Canada
Fri, Jun 14, 1907 – Page 10
 - nicely. 1 j ' Mitchel Bros, have opened a...

 

Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  08 Aug 1899, Tue,  Page 2

 

Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read. Also check out The Tales of Carleton Place.

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in The Townships Sun andScreamin’ Mamas (USA)

 

 

relatedreading

The Former Businesses of Carleton Place — Notes Part 1- Historical Clippings

Carleton Place Business–Lloyd Hughes List

Comments Comments Comments–Documenting History

Carleton Place Then and Now–Bridge Street Series– Volume 1– Canadian Tire to The Moose

Carleton Place Then and Now–Bridge Street Series– Volume 2- Milano Pizza to Milady Dress Shop

Carleton Place Then and Now–Bridge Street Series– Volume 3- St. Andrew’s to Central School

Carleton Place Then and Now–Bridge Street Series– Volume 4- Leslie’s China Shop to Rubino’s/Giant Tiger

Carleton Place Then and Now–Bridge Street Series– Volume 5-The Little White House to the Roxy

Carleton Place Then and Now–Bridge Street Series– Volume 6-The Eating Place to the Post Office

Carleton Place Then and Now–Bridge Street Series– Volume 7 –Scotia Bank to the New York Cafe

Carleton Place Then and Now–Bridge Street Series– Volume 8–Olympia Restaurant to McNeely’s–

Carleton Place Then and Now–Bridge Street Series– Volume 9–Flint’s to the Blue Spot

Carleton Place Then and Now–Bridge Street Series– Volume 11

Carleton Place Then and Now–Bridge Street Series– Volume 12

 

Dr. Johnson Downing and Ferril I Presume? Carleton Place Then and Now–Bridge Street Series– Volume 12 a

Stories from Ash Island

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Stories from Ash Island

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They say that in 1900 many of islands belonging to the Thousand Islands were farmed. The people lived there year round and had to last out months of poor weather with sleds or boats.  On Ash Island, a farmer bought a Ford Model A.  There was one road that ran down the middle of the island through the farm and it would have been about one kilometre long.

To pay back misdeeds of the farmer, a group from the mainland drove the car around the island and sent it off the cliff on the west end. It’s still swimming with the fishes they say. My question is– if they found a wreck near the island (video below)

 

 - Makes Lone Voyage in St. Lawrence GAtUnOQUJ;...

Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  26 Apr 1938, Tue,  Page 2

 - fam-fly' a Sees aAJIigator In St Lawrence C...

Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  11 Jun 1931, Thu,  Page 1

 - -I Mr. W. D. Morris, of 9 narks street 'la...

Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  27 Aug 1906, Mon,  Page 8

 

Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read. Also check out The Tales of Carleton Place.

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in The Townships Sun andScreamin’ Mamas (USA)

 

 

relatedreading

Murder on Maple Island

Bitten by the Kissing Bug — A Shocking Conclusion to the Life of Carleton Place’s Daniel E. Sheppard

The Tale of a Pirate named Bill Johnston with Pirate Dog Supermodels

Assassinated Gossip about Lincoln, Payne and the Thousand Islands

The Man Who Would Be The Revenant