Mr. Lionel Barr’s Store Middleville and Other Mementos –‎Laurie Yuill‎

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Mr. Lionel Barr’s Store Middleville and Other Mementos –‎Laurie Yuill‎

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‎Laurie Yuill‎ Photo– Quilting in the Church Hall, Middleville. Starting from left: Addie Somerville, Erma Mather, Irene Pretty, Nellie Reid, Veryl Manson, Kaye Stead, Evelyn Yuill, Olive Blackburn, Eva Affleck — with Addie SomervilleErma MatherIrene PrettyNellie ReidVeryl MansonKaye SteadEvelyn YuillOlive Blackburn and Eva Affleck.

 

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‎Laurie Yuill‎ Photo-

Sorry, I don’t know the year of this photo or it’s location. Willie Wilson, John Miller, Melville Woods, Rex Penman, Robbie Somerville, Jim Penman, Allie Blackburn, John C. James, Lew Somerville, Fred Woods, and Peter Barr — with Willie WilsonJohn MillerMelville WoodsRex PenmanRobbie SomervilleJim PenmanAllie BlackburnJohn C. JamesLew SomervilleFred Woods and Peter Barr.

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Janet Easdale, Annabella Creighton, Lizzie McIntyre, Mrs. James Penman, Mrs. Peter Reid, Maggie Guthrie, Mrs. George Creighton, Elizabeth Baird, Mrs. Robert Reid, Mrs. Wm. McIntyre, Mrs. James H. Rodger, Rev. Fraser, Mrs. Fraser, Mrs. Arch Nairn, Mrs. Hugh Rodger

 

all photos Laurie Yuill

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The Old Barr Store in Middleville, 1936
 
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The Middleville Cheese Factory in 1936
 
 

Laurie Yuill‎ sent this… Thanks Laurie!!

 

 

THE OLD STORE SPEAKS
Reminiscence of Mr. Lional Barr’s Store Middleville
Vacated February, 1946
Rev. George Warren

It’s now full 100 years or more
Since I became the corner store
Who cut my timbers, squared my frame
I never will divulge his name.
For visions fair they had that day
Of men and women sad and gay
Who’d enter through my open door
And carry out enough and more
To satisfy their own demands
And others living on their lands.

As I look back across the years
Fond memories come that bring the tears
Father’s sons and grandson’s too
Have bid this good old world adieu
I’ve watched them carry off their dead
And bury them; And then I’ve said
I’m only wood and glass and stone
And here I’ll stand Th’l all alone
And serve the children yet unborn
Who seek my shelter from the storm.

For many years I’ve faced the west
And stood the storm, as you have guessed
That blew into my face until
I thought they’d blow me from my sill
But here I stand these many years
Defying all their doubts and fears
And when you come to take me down
I’ll certainly put on a frown
And ask you why you treat me so
When I served you well, you know.

As I have stood here year by year
Strange sounds have come upon my ear
I’ve heard the neighbours chatter much
About the weather, crops and such,
I’ve heard them cuss, spit and swear
And how I’ve blushed: and then declare
Th’o I’ve stood here for one hundred years
I’ve always tried to bring good cheer
And exercise my self restraint
That men could make no red complaint.

My shelves have held all sorts of goods
Cotton and footwear and such foods
As keep the people strong and well
And patent medicines that sell
For double what they really should
I can’t complain; I’m only wood
And news I’ve brought from day to day
Some of it sad and some of it gay,
Letters of love and business too
Is some of the work I’ve had to do.

On Sunday I have closed my door
Believing that the corner store
Which serves John Public thru the week
Would give the people time to seek
A place within the House of God
Where many noble men have trod
And join the neighbours as they sing
Their praises to the mighty king.
I’ve listened to the old church bell
Reminding men of heaven and hell.
And viewed the Church spire far above
Assuring man that God is love.

I’m older now than all the folks
Who sit and spin their funny jokes;
McKay’s and Borrowman’s, Nairn’s and Bowes’
Rodgers’, Somerville’s, and Munroe’s
Naphan’s, Manson’s, and Mather’s small
Scoular’s, Percy’s and Affleck’s tall
Barr’s and Blackburn’s, Moffat’s and Yuill’s
McPhee’s and teachers of the schools
Guthrie’s and Penman’s and Machan fair
Croft’s and Rankin’s with talents rare
Langstaff’s and Liddle’s, Lawson’s, Reid’s
Mitchell’s and Taylor’s and Dodds’ with good deeds
McCurdy’s, Gibson’s and Virgin’s too
Have bought my good, both old and new
Peacock’s, Pretty’s, and McIntyre’s
Have all enjoyed my cherry fires
Preacher and doctors and transient guest
Have all sat on my steps to rest
Or entered thru my welcome door
To patronize the corner store.

If they had put a little thought
Upon my interests, and had bought
A little paint and turpentine
I wouldn’t now have cause to whine
But you’ve neglected me so long
I’m old and weak, I should be strong
But now the old must stand aside
Give place to new, the village pride
And now I stand here nearly dead
Beside my daughter, white and red.

But every old dog has his day
And so I’ll say to Jim McKay
My friends have all deserted me
My shelves are bare as you can see
So come and take me down at will
Ceiling and wall, floor and sill.
I wouldn’t like to stand before
My daughter with her lovely door
Through with the children, bright and gay
And older folks upon their way
Shall pass to get their food and mail
Thru’ summer’s sun and winter’s gale.

But just a word before we part
My daughters care is on my back
She’s lovely with her windows bright
Reflecting in the stormy night
She’ll serve you well for many a year
So white and clean, she’ll bring good cheer
I ask for her the courtesy
Which thru the years you’ve given me.

I leave you now with no ill will
To any one in Middleville
Perhaps some day they’ll find a place
Where I can hide my dark brown face
Perchance they’ll turn me outside in
And cover up my head with tin
It’s possible that I may house
Some horses, chickens or some cows
And then I’ll hold my head up high
And look my neighbours in the eye
So if you chance to come my way
Just look across and shout “Good day”,
I’ll recognize you as of yore
When I was Barr’s old corner store.

 - A delegation from the Blakondy and Clayton...

Clipped from

  1. The Ottawa Journal,
  2. 06 May 1932, Fri,
  3. Page 18

     - Rey. Adelbert Warren Dies in Canandaigua Rev....

    1. The Ottawa Journal,
    2. 09 Jan 1946, Wed,
    3. Page 22

     

With files from The Keeper of the Scrapbooks — Christina ‘tina’  Camelon Buchanan — Thanks to Diane Juby— click here..

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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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