Tears of a Home -The Archibald Rosamond House

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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.

 

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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

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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

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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.

 

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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.

 

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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.

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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.

 

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

 

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

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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

Before she laid her fingers to a keyboard, Linda was a fashion designer, and then owned the eclectic store Flash Cadilac and Savannah Devilles in Ottawa on Rideau Street from 1976-1996. She also did clothing for various media and worked on “You Can’t do that on Television”. After writing for years about things that she cared about or pissed her off on American media she finally found her calling. She is a weekly columnist for the Sherbrooke Record and documents history every single day and has over 6500 blogs about Lanark County and Ottawa and an enormous weekly readership. Linda has published six books and is in her 4th year as a town councillor for Carleton Place. She believes in community and promoting business owners because she believes she can, so she does.

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