Weekend Driving- Smiths Falls Franktown and Carleton Place 1925

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Weekend Driving- Smiths Falls Franktown and Carleton Place 1925

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Standing in front of the Smiths Falls, Hotel Rideau–Photo from The King’s Highway.

 

 

An honest to goodness story from the Ottawa Journal  August 18, 1925

In order to save gasoline we took the direct road from Smiths Falls to Carleton Place. It was 17 miles long and as narrow as a lodge resolution and covered with uncrushed stone. Our car had brand new tires guaranteed for 4000 miles and also an old spare.

In the first few miles driving on aggressive stone one of my tires blew. I immediately put on the spare which blew out when it saw Franktown. Pulling into Franktown, which is a place where they pull the sidewalks up on Sunday, we pulled up to a well for a drink of water. The awe-stricken natives manifested disgust from their window panes for the noise that our infirm wheels were making.

 

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The Reilly Hotel on the Franktown Road

Wand had no choice but to drive five miles on uncrushed stone on a flat tire to Carleton Place. Half way there we had no choice but to stop for a little peace in our minds. A motorist from Quebec  came up and parked behind us with the same automotive ailment. We joined in unison in praise for the inducements of which the province of Ontario has offered to their motorists.

 

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Bowland Garage Carleton Place 1930- Both photos from the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum

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Central Garage 1954 Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum

 

In Carleton Place a blonde woman was in charge of a garage where she informed us that all the mechanics were out golfing-so we went on to another garage where our troubles were mended.

The road from Carleton Place to Ottawa was good so we tried to make up lost time. We had not gone one half mile out of the small town when we noticed we were being escorted. Our companion was a traffic cop who wanted to know if we were working for a telegraph company whose wires were down. I threw up my hands in frustration and we flew into the ditch and I was honestly sorry we were not all killed.

I paid $14 to get out of the ditch and wondered how much I was going to have to pay when his Worship decided how guilty I was when I appear before his Majesty in a few days. Right now I have decided to settle my personal affairs and preparing for a diet which our prison magistrates serve to perjurers, thieves and fire bugs.

My name is 118-133 Ottawa August 18, 1925

 

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The Tales of Carleton Place— Public Archives-Automobiles in Carleton Place–191 McLaren Street

 

 

Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read. Also check out The Tales of Carleton Place.

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in The Townships Sun and Screamin’ Mamas (USA)

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The Central Garage in Carleton Place by Terry Skillen

The Garages of Carleton Place –1970’s

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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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