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No matter what happens, memories will never be replaced. This rocking chair that once graced the front verandah of the Dunlop house for years has moved on to another home.
Things end, but memories last forever- The water pump for a quick drink, and the wind mill that once stood tall.
Memories are special moments that tell a story– like this underground root cellar.
Life brought tears and smiles today to some. Stories were told, and new memories were made.
Memories of a past bridal shower in this parlour with the complete Carleton Place Hospital staff were shared. Sometimes you never know the true value of a moment, until it becomes a memory.
The only reason to hold on to memories sometimes is because memories are the only thing that don’t change when life does. If you listened carefully today you could still hears the sounds of long ago of Dot Smith and the late Pat Black singing this song somewhere on the second floor. It’s hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember like Pat Black.
May the sun always shine on your windowpane; May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain; May the hand of a friend always be near you like these shamrocks that still grow along the side of the barn.
“We didn’t think we were making memories, we just knew we were having fun”. Dot Smith September 26, 2015.
The memories I got today from the Dunlop House that will be passed on to the Careton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum after I am gone.
The mirror that once hung at the bottom of the stairs at the Dunlop home.
Aunt Eva Dunlop of Carleton Place 1900