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The Henry Family — Rachel McRae

The Henry Family — Rachel McRae

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From Rachel McRae

A great picture of my family, left to right: Jim Henry, my great grandpa Jack Henry (brothers), my grandma Laurabell Burns Henry, my grandpa David Henry in the back, my great grandma Maggie James Henry, my great aunt Marion McDiarmid Henry and my great uncle Arnold Henry


And this is Liz Thom and Ephraim Henry with their son William James, who is uncle Jim in the first photo I sent you. Ephraim died a young man, and his wife Liz had something along the lines of a stroke, so Jim and Jack had to farm and work as very young men to survive, without a father. They used to clear fields, build fences, farm, and they hauled gravel out of the quarry to help build roads. They bought the farm we live on now, which was owned by the Prices, who had no children, and moved down to milk cows. Jim never married, Jack married Maggie James from Hopetown, they had two sons, and I am going to be the 4th generation to farm on the property they bought. My sisters and I are the 6th generation of Henry’s on quarry road.

Thanks Rachel- we really appreciate it.

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.




Genealogy of Florence May McIlquham –“Edwards Estate Scam”

The Lea Family of Almonte — Genealogy Snippets

Did You Know the History of the Frog and the Mug? Tippins Genealogy

Nothing But Lizzie Borden

Nothing But Lizzie Borden


On August 4, 1892, Andrew and his wife Abby Borden were found “hacked beyond almost beyond recognition” inside their home in Fall River, Massachusetts. Before long, and despite possible evidence pointing to other people, Lizzie Borden was arrested and tried in court. Even though she was found not guilty, she spent the rest of her life carrying the stigma of her parents’ deaths.

Andrew Borden was found on the first floor, in the sitting room. There was a huge gash in his left temple that was possibly made when the dull side of the axe was pounded into his head. Lizzie’s stepmother was found upstairs on the floor between a bed and dressing case.

Lizzie said she was out back in the barn when she heard a thump and a groan. She ran into the house and saw her father’s body. She then called up to the maid, who was washing windows on the third floor. The maid never heard the murders take place but in later testimony claimed to have heard Lizzie laughing as she was supposedly murdering the two.

The maid was never investigated for the murders.



Lizzie Borden’s father was a wealthy businessman but had made his wealth by being a shrewd cheapskate. Understanding that her father had enemies, Lizzie made comments before his death that she feared someone would harm him because “he is so discourteous to people.”

A Portuguese man was in the home right before the murders, a former worker of Borden’s, but he was never identified. According to rumor, another man had visited Mr. Borden one night about renting a store front, and they discussed questionable dealings. And six years after the murders, a retired sea captain claimed to a friend that he knew who murdered the Bordens. Mr. Borden had “caused the imprisonment of some sailors, who had sworn revenge though it took a lifetime and they swung for it.” Further investigation into this claim found that it would have been impossible for those men to have committed the murders.

Lizzie Borden is sometimes portrayed in the movies as a psychotic oddball with an extreme, vindictive nature, but before the murder trial, she did have friends, who were loyal to her—until after the trial.

After the not guilty verdict was announced, there was “much rejoicing among the crowd in the courtroom.” Then, being in a small town with small, jealous-minded people, those once-loyal friends were probably pressured to distance themselves from Lizzie. She was inheriting a large amount of wealth, was the daughter of a presumably hated wealthy man, and people like to lash out in their jealousy.

Before the murders, Lizzie was a respected member of the Congregational church. She was known to have done charity work and taught Sunday school. After the murders and the trial, she returned to her church. While there, no one would sit next to her. Since the courts would not punish her because of the lack of solid evidence, the people of Fall River decided to shun her for life.

Emma Borden, Lizzie’s older sister, was often described as “prim, confident, apparently reliable in every fiber.” She was also conveniently away while the murders took place and had just as much motive to see her father and stepmother dead, if the rumors were correct about their father’s cheapness.

At Lizzie’s trial, Emma gave testimony for her sister, stating “that although Lizzie and the stepmother had not been on good terms at one time, they were friendly for two years before the time of the murders.” After the acquittal, the sisters inherited the fortune, and soon afterward, they bought an exquisite home in Fall River.

Emma never came under suspicion although that she had the key to the Borden home and could have easily hired someone to enter the locked Borden home and commit the murders.

The journals of Lizzie’s lawyer were discovered in 2012. While newspaper articles were describing her as cold, the journals show that Lizzie grieved terribly for the loss of her father. The journals also give accounts from neighbours and family friends that the father provided more for the daughters than many other fathers of the time.

The long lost glimpse into lives of the Bordens is completely unlike anything you normally hear in the old reports. Back then, gossip was published as fact, and anyone could say just about anything about someone else without repercussion.

Lizzie really didn’t need the money. Before the murders, Lizzie had $1,000 in the bank—a sizable amount for the late 1800s. She also owned a house and collected rent off of it. She owned corporation stock and received $2 a week from her father as pocket money.

If her father would have died of natural causes, the stepmother and both sisters would have received an inheritance. The stepmother was already 67 years old. On her death, the sisters would have had the entire estate and the stepmother’s remaining inheritance money.

There were no accounts of any debts owed by Lizzie Borden. Money could not have been a major motive, as suggested by the prosecutor, for killing her father.

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.



What Happened to Miss Eastern Ontario 1973?

What Happened to Miss Eastern Ontario 1973?




Hi Linda:

I started out as the Pembroke Winter Carnival Queen representing Pembroke Ontario.  I lived with my family on the army base CFB Petawawa.  In March 73, I participated and won Miss Eastern Ont title.  I moved on to Miss Dominion of Canada Pageant in July and was 3rd runner up.
I passed on my crown in March of 1974 and was married in May of ’74 to Brydon Baker.  Although we divorced in ’87, we have 2 fabulous kids, Brooke and Brydon, and 4 grandchildren.  After travelling & transferring all over the province I did meet another amazing man Steve Cleaver, who I was with until 2007 when a sudden heart attack took him at 49.
My two kids went to college and settled in Windsor, my home town, so after Steve’s death I too moved home to Windsor.  My career spanned lots-banking/aesthetics/real estate/paint company/decorator/caterer/reflexology/construction & renovations and some I am sure I have forgotten…until I finally figured out what I wanted to do-RETIRE…
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So here I am and that’s my story.  I have sent a few pics with titles.

Clipped from The Ottawa Journal, 18 Oct 1973, Thu,  Page 3


Clipped from The Ottawa Journal, 26 Mar 1973, Mon,  Page 41

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.

Eddie Malone

Eddie Malone

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Article from the Almonte Gazette– Documented by Historian Fran Cooper

Eddie Malone – – He Took a Chance

By Hal Kirkland

            Easter was late in 1916. In that year Easter fell on April 23rd, which was indeed late. In fact, only twice in this century has it been as late. On that Easter Sunday two young Canadian soldiers went for a long walk out in the country, well back from the ruins of Ypres. It was a beautiful warm spring day and there were small flowers coming up through the grass on the gently rolling fields of the Flanders countryside.

            Both young men had come from the same small town in Canada, one was serving with the 2nd Battalion in the 1st Division: the other with the P.P.C.L.I. in the 3rd Division. It happened that their regiments were in reserve at the same time and also billeted in the same area,  a happy circumstance  which would not occur very often. One was Eddie Malone,  the other, the present writer.

            I have now no recollection whatever of our conversation in those hours, we spent walking. Both of us had spent a miserable winter in the Ypres Salient and perhaps we didn’t even talk much. I don’t know. Maybe it was enough just to be walking on green grass and in broad daylight.

            By luck we both survived the war and by coincidence we arrived back in our home town together. We met in a soldier’s hostel in Montreal and took the midnight train to Almonte. It was the end of January, 1919.

            Less than three years later Eddie Malone was dead. He  was drowned on September 7, 1921. An account of his drowning was printed in the Almonte Gazette          of September 16 under the heading “Took Chance and Saved A Comrade.” Following is the story of the tragedy taken from that issue of the Gazette.

            “George E. Malone, the most popular young man in Almonte, was drowned at Chippewa Falls on Wednesday, September 7. He was 29 years of age.

            It appears that he and a companion were in a boat when the craft capsized. Eddie thought he could swim to shore and bravely left his companion  to cling to the upturned boat, but he failed to reach the shore. The craft could not sustain the two of them and as he was an excellent swimmer he decided to take the chance. It was just one of of the kind of things he had been doing all his life. His companion was rescued. Up to the time of going to press the body had not been recovered. When it is found the remains will be brought home to Almonte.

            “Eddie Malone was the eldest son of Mr. and Mrs. Michael Malone, who reside on Victoria Street. He was born in Almonte and was in his boyhood and early manhood a great athlete. When war was declared he enlisted at once with the Second Battalion and was five years overseas. He served with the machine gunners and was wounded three times, the first time being early in 1915.

            “Early in the summer he went on a survey to Northern Quebec. His two brothers, Michael and Dennis, accompanied him.  Dennis returned home on Sunday. Eddie was to have been home early in October.

            “The news of the tragic death caused keen regret in Almonte. He had very many friends and he had won them by doing little acts of kindness all his life. For example, when the late Francis Coulter was ill and could not perform all his duties Eddie Malone would go down early of a morning and put on fires at the town hall for him. He will be remembered with gratitude and affection for many a long year to come.”

            Now if any member of the young generation aspires to become popular he knows how- by doing little acts of kindness all his life. But I doubt that Eddie had any aspiration to become popular: he was too happy-go-lucky for that. he just liked people, regardless.

            Mr. Coulter, for whom Eddie put on the fires in the town hall, was a life-long, faithful member of the Orange Lodge. And yet, nearing his last hours, who did Frank Coulter ask for? He wanted to see that R. C., Eddie Malone. In this day of a growing ecumenical spirit in the churches, the religious bigotry prevalent at that time would be hard for our young people to believe. But Mr. Coulter and Eddie were showing the way.

            I think the last time I saw Eddie was on a Sunday afternoon in the spring of 1919 at a meeting in the Belmont Hotel, since destroyed by fire. That meeting, held fifty years ago, is of interest as it was the first meeting of returned soldiers held in Almonte. I quote the write-up from the Gazette of April 18, 1919.

            “The first meeting of the Great War Veterans Association in Almonte was held in the Belmont House, on Sunday afternoon, April 13, to which an encouragingly large number of the returned soldiers of Almonte and vicinity turned out, and credit is to be given to the men for turning out as they did which shows that business is meant in the formation of a branch of the G.W.V.A. in Almonte. After the decision to form an association Comrade Ed. Malone was appointed chairman pro tem. The chairman then appointed the following committees to deal with matters concerning the Association: Comrades S. Ritchie, D. W. Forgie, Hal Kirkland, Ed. Malone and A. Wilson.



In 1885, while at the Battle of Fish Creek during the Northwest Campaign, the captured enemy watched the battle and remarked on the forest green uniforms of the 90th Battalion (the forerunner to The Royal Winnipeg Rifles) which looked black in the distance. They commented that they knew the British’s red uniform but asked who are these little black devils? The name “little black devils” stuck, and the Regiment adopted a little black devil on their badge.            


All of these names will be familiar to many in Almonte today. The writer remembers that the minutes of that meeting were taken by Charlie Haydon, who served in the Battalion. “Little Black Devils”  and was leaving for Winnipeg the next day. Some will remember Charlie, fondly: he excelled in recitations of Dr. Drummond’s habitant poems.

            Yes, Eddie took a chance, as The Gazette put it. Alex Wilson, also an original 2nd Battalion man, well remembers another time that Eddie took a chance. “He carried me on his back for a mile when I was wounded.” Alex recalls, “and I sure was glad that Eddie was a big, strong boy.”

            Eddie’s remains were brought back to Almonte and buried in the family plot at the old catholic Cemetery a little more than a mile from town on Highway 44. His was probably the last burial in that cemetery.

            Every year members of the Canadian Legion from Almonte make a pilgrimage to that old graveyard and place a poppy on the grave of Sgt. G. E. Malone, the sole, veteran buried there. So, feelingly, the Comrades intone at their meetings:

            “At the going down of the sun

            And in the morning

            We will remember them.”



The Doctors of Almonte … – John Francis Dunn– Almonte Gazette

The Poverty of the County in 1871

The Poverty of the County in 1871




When people got married in 1871 they were able to rent a most comfortable frame house at nine dollars per month. Of course the house had neither water nor sewer but it was warm and homelike. A man who paid 12 to 15 dollars per month for a house expected something grand and formidable.

Very fair houses for workmen could go from four to six dollars per month. House rent of course needed to be low as wages were low. A  working man who made from nine to twelve dollars per week considered himself well off.

If an ordinary labourer earned ninety cents per day or so per week he was lucky. Houses for the low paid labourers could be had at four dollars per month and some labourers earned as low as 75 cents day sometimes less.

In the period between 1870 and 1877. when mercantile conditions were so bad in Canada, labourers were willing to work for almost anything, as there was very little work of any son and labourers were willing to take anything; rather than starve. A man who had a steady job at low wages considered himself well off.

Those were the days of the soup kitchens. Hundreds of unmarried working men went into the country and offered to work for the farmers merely for their board. Kindhearted farmers sometimes fed those who had no work. It was a time Lanark County stuck together to get through.



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.



Relief of the Destitute Poor in Ireland — Names Names Names

Searching for the Red-Headed Wench of Carleton Place

Out of the Mouth of Babes- “We Don’t Know You!”



1987 kids and me

I have to admit my life has flourished through creativity and I have never taken the word “no” for an answer. In fact, I have never listened to anyone who tried to talk me out of my views on life, fashion, and being yourself. At age 15 I marched into the Vice Principal’s office who doubled as a guidance counsellor at Cowansville high School  and told him I would not be returning to school the next year. I also asked for my $10 dollar school book deposit back.


I can still remember to this day where his desk was positioned in the room, and the look on his face that was partially hidden by his oversized spectacles. In a crisp but curt tone he scolded me.


“My dear Miss Knight, what golden path have you chosen for yourself?”


“I am going to be a fashion designer Sir,” I said emphatically.


He got out of chair and perched himself on the edge of my chair and asked me loudly if I was jesting.




Do I look like a person who jests?


I quickly realized had I told him I had gotten pregnant by the Keebler Elves it would have gone over better. He continued in a loud monotonous drone telling me young ladies became either nurses or teachers. The elderly gentleman suggested that maybe I look into the world of home economics if “I enjoyed sewing”. Seeing most of us either skipped our “Home Ec” class because of the Suzy Homemaker recipes or stared at the teachers legs while she spoke because we knew it made her uneasy, that notion was definitely out. With that I stood up and again I asked him to cut me a cheque for $10.00. With my Grade 9 education, a shake of his hand, and $10.00 the world was now my oyster and no one would ever criticize the way I dressed.


Well, Ladies and gentleman, we all know how that went, and through the years there has not been a day that people have not said something about my clothing. My sons are conservative and I respect that, and they close their eyes to my daily attire. Never once has one word been said– until last night.


Son number 1 invited me to an event and immediately the conversation went like this:


“Forgot to tell you Mum….”


“These tickets are front row, right in front of his microphone and please wear something nice! Please don’t wear something crazy, because you will be a target of this comedian. If that happens Mum– we don’t know you!”


I sat there kind of dumbfounded and asked what I should wear to which he retorted:

“I am just worried about you showing up appearing to be a peacock or something!”


With that I shook my head– my son was sending me a dress code. Who really birthed my children I wondered? They had to have come from another mother!


With that, there was a 5 minute silence- and he laughed and said,”Just kidding Mum!”


They say when you teach your son, you are in essence of also teaching your son’s son. Let’s hope my grandson and granddaughters have a bit of craziness like their Grandmother — and to my sons:

You may be old enough to roll your eyes about what your mother wears and that’s fine, but remember it’s your fault she pees and sneezes at the same time now. Love and sacrifice my boys, love and sacrifice, with a bit of fashion thrown in!



The Peanut Parade Carleton Place

The Peanut Parade Carleton Place




I have written about the Almonte one– and thanks to Joann  and Ken I now have one of the parade in front of the town hall in Carleton Place.

Joann Voyce– I got this photo from a classmate of mine. George Doucette is the gent on the left. Several class mates in this pic from the 1950’s.

Ken Godfrey However, even though it well may be 1949, I’m not sure that it was a Homecoming Event, rather my recollection is that it was a “Peanut Day” promotion by the Optimist Club (in conjunction with Planters Peanuts), as a fundraiser for their work with the boys of Carleton Place as my Dad was President of the club, about that time.

Tim Findlay –.The first Old Home Week/Carleton Place Anniversary I experienced was 1949 and a parade down Main St., with a float featuring Mr. Peanut. Pretty impressive. I was watching them from in front of the Esso station where we used to lean our bikes when we’d go to the Roxy Theatre. Imagine: we could do that and they’d be still there when we came back.


Ray Paquette To help you identify the “Queen”, her last name was McNeely and she lived with her sister on a farm on the south side of the Lake Avenue extension, across from the Arklan farm, in a brick farmhouse just past the old brickyard….
If I’m not mistaken, this event, including the “Peanut Queen” was the culmination of a fund raising campaign organized by the Carleton Place Optimist Club.

Wendy LeBlanc— I can clearly see in my mind’s eye Mr. Peanut at the corner of High and Bridge Streets by Gordon’s Store. Not sure of the year but definitely in the ’50s. We kids were thrilled to bits, but I now wonder how we knew about Mr. Peanut as none of us except Peggi Mace and Eddy Aiston had a TV until the ’60s.

Linda Gallipeau-Johnston– Wendy I remember Mr. Peanut standing in the doorway of the store next to the Blossom Shop one day and there was a red double decker bus giving bus rides. Apparently we missed the ride and it was such a big disappointment. Definitely in the 50’s – wasn’t that old. I can remember having a plastic small version of Mr. Peanut and I think it was at one time full of peanuts. I seem to remember different colors of plastic.

Joann Voyce— I remember the parade with Mr Peanut on a float going up High Street. I might even have a picture of the float going past our house, I will look for it

Norma Ford-– I remember that as well. I had a blue Mr Peanut, I have no idea what happened to it, I remember it was about 10″ tall.

Gail Sheen-MacDonaldGrowing up in Ottawa, I have many memories of Mr. Peanut. He used to give the children small bags of nuts. Now he would be arrested!

Valerie Edwards–

I remember one year, once upon a time, when my Dad brought Mr. Peanut to town for some parade.
He (had dressed?) came out the back door of the store & then proceeded about his duties – parade & entertaining wise.


Clipped from The Ottawa Citizen, 08 Sep 1949, Thu,  26

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Clipped from The Ottawa Journal, 06 Jun 1955, Mon,  Page 24


Clipped from The Ottawa Journal, 20 Aug 1949, Sat,  Page 30


Clipped from The Vancouver Sun, 07 Mar 1951, Wed,  6


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.




When Mr. Peanut was once King in Lanark County!

Yes Virginia, There is an APP for that Mouse Trap…