What is the Biggest Change in Your Lifetime? Ramsay 1979

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What is the Biggest Change in Your Lifetime? Ramsay 1979

 

 

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Ken Robertson-– The way everything depends on money.

George Robertson– The modernization of machinery. If you buy a piece of machinery today- in five years it will be an antique.

Bert Young– The amount of progress in  the past twenty years compared to two hundred years ago.

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John Henry- Hydro is also a big change- I remember when I heard kids at school talking about a radio, we thought it was  a big joke and never thought we would see one.

Victor Kellough- The neighbours. They are not a s friendly as they used to be.

Mrs. Ernie Foster- The coming of the automobile. I remember the first time the Willis’s car went past the farm. I thought the world was coming to an end.

Ross Craig– There are so many new houses– the way some farms are now– some have gone to shambles.

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This picture will stir memories for any one who was a student at Clayton School in 1958. Students in the front row have been identified as (left to right) Allan Bellamy, Brian Bolger, Bob Drynan, Stuart McIntosh and Carl Drynan. The second row students were Debbie Rintoul, Shirley LeClaire, Elaine Rath, Dorothy Drynan and Adelle Stewart. In the third row were Mary Stewart, Linda Fligg, Roger Rintoul, Bill Rintoul, Linda Drynan and Mary Rath. The back row students were Evelyn McIntosh, Morley Wark, Walter Wark, Mrs. Emily Moulton, Donnie Ladouceur, Charlie Rath and Phyllis Barr. The Photo, dated Sept. 22, 1958, was submitted by Clayton area resident Valma Bolger, student Brian Bolger’s mother.

Mrs. Jack Currie- The changes in Clayton. The old Clayton school was sold and turned into a residence. Then the old Clayton Hall was torn down and a new modern one built.

Mrs. Russell Barr–There are not any gypsies camping at the corner anymore. They came around and sharpened scissors and sold lace. These were quite reliable persons.

Mrs. Elisa Hilliard- Community spirit– something that has been lost. We should cling to the old rural customs before they change entirely.

Howard Sadler- The way people live. Outside of nearly every home there are two cars, a snowmobile and other miscellaneous objects

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A Sampling From Ramsay Reflections 1979

Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read.

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in Hometown News and now in The Townships Sun

 

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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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