Friday I drove through Appleton and as I looked at the rushing water I thought of poor Abraham Morphy trying to hang on to his very life. They say the first tavern was at the end of the Appleton Bridge and it sat at the very north part of the bridge (near the General Store). Miss Arthur ran it attending to the workers of the stone mill that was being built in 1862. In those days there were no damns and the water ran wild. We won’t even talk about the condition of the bridge. That was about the year 1862.
In 1851 it was reported that a tragic murder suicide occurred when Appleton resident John Ryan killed his wife with an axe at the back of the head and then fled from the murder scene. John was said to been a tad crazy but it seems the whiskey got to him at Patrick Lynch’s building bee three weeks. His neighbours said he really wasn’t a drinker, but that there was something in that whiskey that got to him and he was never the same after.
One evening life got too much for him and his wife became his prey leaving the screams of his small children as he left. No matter how hard the town of Appleton searched for him he never was seen again until someone found his lifeless body floating in the river. John Ryan got his dues from the endless water from the Mississippi River.
where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in The Townships Sun and theSherbrooke Record and and Screamin’ Mamas (USACome 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. Tales of Almonte and Arnprior Then and Now.