Tears of a Home -The Archibald Rosamond House



Please play while viewing to get the full emotion of what is happening this weekend at this home. I went however to pay my respects to a home I have loved forever. I could not buy anything as I felt great sorrow for the family. It could have been my home……

In memory of Bernard Cameron


13406940_10154063520896886_7291537567140937950_nThis home is a historic and architecturally significant stone house in Almonte, built in 1870 for Alexander Elliot, textile mill baron, and remodeled in the Tudor Revival style for Archibald Rosamond in 1916.

Four Generations have lived in this 8 bedroom home, with 10 fireplaces and over 5,000 square feet of living space including full height attic, basement and garages.



The shrubs, which snowed their blossoms on
The walks wide-stretching from its doors
Like friendly arms, are dead and gone,
And over all a grand house soars


Within its front no welcome lies,
But pride’s aloofness; wealth, that stares        
From windows, cold as haughty eyes,
The arrogance of new-made heirs.

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Its very flowers breathe of cast;
And even the Springtide seems estranged;
In that stiff garden, caught, held fast,        
All her wild beauty trimmed and changed


How fair she walked here with her Hours,
Pouring out colours and perfumes,
And, with her bosom heaped with flowers,
Climbed by the rose-vines to its rooms.



Or round the old porch, ’mid the trees,        
Fluttered a flute of bluebird song;
Or, murmuring with a myriad bees,
Drowsed in the garden all day long.



How Summer, with her apron full
Of manna, shook the red peach down;        
Or, stretched among the shadows cool,
Wove for her hair a daisy crown.


Or with her crickets, night and day,
Gossiped of many a fairy thing,
Her sweet breath warm with scents of hay        
And honey, purple-blossoming.



How Autumn, trailing tattered gold
And scarlet, in the orchard mused,
And of the old trees taking hold
Upon the sward their ripeness bruised.




It lived. The house was part of us.
It was not merely wood and stone,        
But had a soul, a heart, that thus
Grappled and made us all its own.



The lives that with its life were knit,
In some strange way, beyond the sense,
Had gradually given to it      
A look of old experience.



A look, which I shall not forget,
No matter where my ways may roam.
I close my eyes: I see it yet—
The old house that was once my home


The Old Home
By Madison Cawein






About lindaseccaspina

Linda Knight Seccaspina was born in Cowansville, Quebec about the same time as the wheel was invented and the first time she realized she could tell a tale was when she got caught passing her smutty stories around in Grade 7 at CHS by Mrs. Blinn. When Derek "Wheels" Wheeler from Degrassi Jr. High died in 2010, Linda wrote her own obituary. Some people said she should think about a career in writing obituaries. Before she laid her fingers to a keyboard, Linda owned the eclectic store Flash Cadilac and Savannah Devilles in Ottawa from 1976-1996. After writing for years about things that she cared about or pissed her off she finally found her calling. Is it sex drugs and rock n' roll you might ask? No, it is history. Seeing that her very first boyfriend in Grade 5 (who she won a Twist contest with in the 60s) is the head of the Brome Misissiquoi Historical Society and also specializes in local history back in Quebec, she finds that quite funny. She writes every single day and is also a columnist for Hometown News and Screamin's Mamas. She is a volunteer for the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum, an admin for the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page, and a local guest speaker. She has been now labelled an historian by the locals which in her mind is wrong. You see she will never be like the iconic local Lanark County historian Howard Morton Brown, nor like famed local writer Mary Cook. She proudly calls herself The National Enquirer Historical writer of Lanark County, and that she can live with. Linda has been called the most stubborn woman in Lanark County, and has requested her ashes to be distributed in any Casino parking lot as close to any Wheel of Fortune machine as you can get. But since she wrote her obituary, most people assume she's already dead. Linda has published six books, "Menopausal Woman From the Corn," "Cowansville High Misremembered," "Naked Yoga, Twinkies and Celebrities," "Cancer Calls Collect," "The Tilted Kilt-Vintage Whispers of Carleton Place," and "Flashbacks of Little Miss Flash Cadilac." All are available at Amazon in paperback and Kindle. Linda's books are for sale on Amazon or at Wisteria · 62 Bridge Street · Carleton Place, Ottawa, Canada, and at the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum · 267 Edmund Street · Carleton Place, Ottawa, Canada--Appleton Museum-Mississippi Textile Mill and Mill Street Books and Heritage House Museum and The Artists Loft in Smith Falls.

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