Snow Road Ramblings from Richards Castle — From the Pen Of Noreen Tyers

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Snow Road Ramblings from Richards Castle — From the Pen Of Noreen Tyers

 

 

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Another little story from our stay at Snow Road Ramblings from Richards Castle from the pen of Noreen Tyers from Perth


The Front Door Bell

   
We lived in a rather humble  abode, not much money in those times but a lot of love.  We had very close relationship with our extended family and enjoyed our time with them.

Upon arriving at the stone house on Snow Road, Grandpa felt there were a few things to put in order.  It was he who had the responsibility of renting and making sure that nothing got broken on our stay there.  It was as if he took on this chore and he made sure everyone toe the line. There was always a space in time when he and Grandma  had to prepare for the onslaught of the rest of the family and of course the young ones, and there were a few.

On the front door there was a door bell, that you would twist and it would ring.  There was no electricity at the house and the bell worked manually (turn the little knob and barrrring ).  For we children this was a new found toy and we took pleasure making it work and hearing the bell sound. After all we didn’t have one of these treasures at home, nor had I seen one before coming to the Stone House at Snow Road.  Before very long Grandpa would roar and come to the door. He soon learned that he should take out the ringer part and put it away until we were leaving, which he did!

At the time we were all disappointed that our new found toy did not work and therefore  of no interest any more. Grandpa did get some peace of mind knowing that it would not get broken, there would be no ringing and he had no trouble in reassembling before he left,

The sound of that ring of the bell and Grandpa’s  roar can still be heard in the halls of Richard’s castle.

From the Pen of Noreen

 

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 and The Tales of Almonte

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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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