The Dack’s Jewellery Store Checker Table

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The Dack’s Jewellery Store Checker Table

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Dack Family Checker Table

Hi Linda,

I have my great grandfathers checker table was at the Dack’s Jewellery Store in Carleton Place since they opened. During the depression, the other store owners on Bridge Street would come over and play forever on it. They certainly were selling anything!!! lol!!!

I have it in my garage and have no idea what to do with it. So i thought of you!!! Is this something you would like?

Jane Dack McLaughlin

I almost fell on the floor as anyone who knows me knows I run a historical shelter for all things Lanark County. This table for anyone who is counting is 120 years old. I have given it a home and told Jane’s daughter Ava that if she ever decides she wants to have it just to call and come get it. It is such a family memento and I am eternally grateful to look at each day.

rea

Just a few of my local treasures

Last year Blair White gave me a folk art oil painting that George Raeburn did of his and now my home The Morphy Cram House/ High Diddle Day home. George had given it to Blair a good many years ago. When I pass on I want it to go back to the White family and have Blair’s son Ben look after it until he can pass it on to his children.

 

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The history of this little Queen’s Hotel guy is: it was given to Gail Sheen-Macdonald by her late friend Dennis Miller from the Queen’s. It once belonged to his father Bill Miller and graced the entrance of our beloved Queen’s Hotel when Bill owned the establishment. He used to have a wooden cigarette coming out of his mouth so I improvised, and the beer bottle he used to hold has been changed to a bottle of wine for Gail.

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Sandy Baird gave me the late Carleton Place resident’s Joey Cram’s trunk. I can’t possibly tell you what that did to me emotionally. It’s one thing to write about people– but it’s another to own something that once belonged to that person.

 

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Aunt Eva Dunlop and Victorian Mirror bought from the estate sale at the Dunlop House on Townline

 

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The original Balderson cow in the background.. I called her Baldy Walsh– because her udders swing both way. One must have whimsy…

 

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Dack Family Checker Table

Checkers, or Draughts, are two different names for the same board game. One is more commonly used in England, while the other is most common in America. Curiously, in this case, it is the former colonies of England which uses the older name for this seemingly simple game. By the mid-nineteenth century, tournament-level checkers was played around the world, with the first world championship awarded in 1847. However, during the Regency, draughts was still mostly an amusing pastime which was enjoyed by many people, across all classes.

From what I have heard and read the menfolk of Bridge Street in Carleton Place loved themselves a good checker game.

George Leslie who once owned the Leslie/Comba building on Bridge Street was playing a game of checkers with another local merchant one day. A customer came in and paid 50 cents on his account as you could do that in those days. George, not wanting to be bothered never looked up and told the customer just to leave it on the checker board.

Just as the game was ending Reverend McNair of the Seventh Line Kirk congregation made his daily call  and approached the two gents playing with a big smile. Well that smile soon turned into a frown as George Leslie ending the checker game told his opponent quite emphatically,

“You Lost”!

With that George stood up and put the 50 cents in his pocket. It was said after that the the good reverend never visited the store again.

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Dack Family Checker Table

Thanks again Jane for the table. We are who we are because they were who they were.

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 andScreamin’ Mamas (US

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I have been writing about downtown Carleton Place Bridge Street for months and this is something I really want to do. Come join me in the Domino’s Parking lot- corner Lake Ave and Bridge, Carleton Place at 11 am Saturday September 16 (rain date September 17) for a free walkabout of Bridge Street. It’s history is way more than just stores. This walkabout is FREE BUT I will be carrying a pouch for donations to the Carleton Place Hospital as they have been so good to me. I don’t know if I will ever do another walking tour so come join me on something that has been on my bucket list since I began writing about Bridge Street. It’s always a good time–trust me.

Are You Ready to Visit the Open Doors?

relatedreading

The Dacks and the Mysterious Old Anchor

Losing an Institution- Dacks Jewellers

The Story Behind the Clock – Dack’s Jewellers

October 13, 1977 George W. Raeburn of Lake Ave East— Artist and C. P. R. Man

Carleton Place Folk Art from the Queen’s Hotel –The Millers

I Now have Part of Joey Cram

The Dunlop House — Saturday is the End of an Era in Carleton Place

The Hi- Diddle-Day House of Carleton Place – Puppets on a String

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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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