This week I posted about the Lashley family and Sherri Iona mentioned her Grandma LASHLEY’s sisters.
“Olive and Fern Powell lived together in their parents’ home on Sarah St, a white frame home. The girls never married. There was a story that a well known politician in Ottawa who Fern worked for as a secretary asked her to marry him. She turned him down, but he gave her the ring any way. Olive was the French teacher at the High School, and she taught all her nieces and nephews, along with a grandniece (me) and nephews. Fern loved to travel the world and Aunt Ollie loved to shop. To this day I still want to visit Switzerland and see Lucerne and the Matterhorn because of her stories.”
—-Carleton Place’s own Terry Kirkpatrick left a comment and I have to add it for the sake of history, as after all, it is the people that make the history of the town. So Terry is our guest author today.




I have very fond memories of Miss Powell. I recall everyone on the first day of the Grade Nine French class being given a sheet of foolscap upon which we would write down our parent’s names (maiden names of mums), siblings, aunts, uncles, etc. Miss Powell sought to understand who you were and whether any strengths or weaknesses in acquiring French were ‘genetic’. On occasion, there were tears as the CPHS students (usually boys!) would butcher proper Parisian French pronunciation using their God-given Lanark Cty twang. Nevertheless, there was a genuine caring for her students. For years after graduating from CPHS a group of friends (Anne Morris, Andrea Armour, Bob Young, Liana Coleman, Scott Ferguson, Nancy Ryan, and several others would go to the Powell home on Dec. 24th and sing Christmas carols. Invariably, we were invited in for Turtles as they were listening to the Carol Service from King’s College in Cambridge. THANKS, Miss Powell.
That close-knit town seems long-gone now…….
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Thanks John I will add this and do a separate entry:)
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I lived next to the Powell sisters when I first came to teach in Carleton Place. I started teaching in September of 1971 and they were both retired by then. I used to try to help them out when I could and spent many an afternoon listening to their stories with my cup of tee. They enjoyed having company.
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Thank you sandy.. I am recording all these memories
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