Saturday, Aug. 16th. was to have been “ Peanut Day” in Almonte when the young folks and the old folks expected to see the famous Planters Peanut floats and hear lively music as the parade traversed the streets.
Instead it turned out to be Jupiter Pluvius’ day and the finale of the contest was completely rained out. The members of the Lions Club who were in charge o f this year’s Peanut contest have expressed no disappointment in the results. Given favourable weather on Saturday, the returns would have been much larger but open air events are always a gamble and this time the club lost.
It is the intention of the club to sponsor the contest again next year. The young lady who won the highest number of votes was Miss; Connie Stanley and she was accorded the title of “ Peanut Queen.” ‘ The runner-up was Miss Audrey Southwell and Miss Audrey Baird was third. The “taggers’ ‘ , who assisted selling peanuts on the streets, were headed by: Karen Paupst who won the 1 prize for selling the most. The others were (2) Carol Horton; (3) Marion Bolger and Betty Smithson, tied.
Trivia- Karen Paupst who sold the most peanuts became Peanut Queen in 1953..
Water coming from taps in the New England section of Almonte has an unpleasant taste and wears a yellow tinge, Town Council was told at its regular meeting Tuesday night by Councillor Walter Morton. He said he had heard complaints from several friends who lived in that part of the town and one of them had gone So far as to say the aquapura had an evil smell. He asked Reeve George Gomme, Chairman of the Waterworks Committee, if he could throw any light on the subject.
Mr. Gomme said he had heard some talk of the kind but as the water was tested – periodically in the Provincial health laboratories, and as every sample came back marked A l, which is the purest classification, he could not see what more there was to do in the matter. Mr. Gomme said that he understood the local medical health officer secured samples from various sections of the town including New England.
One thing sure the water was pure for drinking purposes no matter what color it was or how it tasted. It developed that other members of the Council had heard talk of the water being brackish in New England. One man suggested that it might be iron. Another said he understood the water was at its worst when the well in Gemmill Park, which is practically a failure, was turned on. This shaft led down into dolomite rock formation and vnas practically abandoned so far as a good producer is concerned. The driller said that when dolomite is encountered it means the well will be a failure.
However, as the water supply at that time was most precarious and as some water could be obtained from the dud, a small pump was installed and is used from time to time. No one in the Council was in a position to say whether the well in the park was the culprit or not. Mr. Gomme said it would be an easy matter to have the medical officer, Dr. Fred Snedden, take his next sample from some tap in New England.
But again, the Reeve pointed out that while the sample would likely come back from Toronto rating the purest classification possible that would not take a nasty taste out of it nor affect its color. It was finally decided to send a sample of the water away for mineral analysis. A small quantity of water was taken from a tap in Mr. Harvey Scott’s residence and is now on its way for this test.
The laboratory experts will no doubt be able to te ll what is in the water and what makes it taste and look the way it does but whether they will be able to suggest a remedy rem ains to be seen. Meanwhile, Mr. Gomme reported, the well at the corner of Hope and Euphem ia Streets was practically ready fo r operation. There were still a couple of valves to be installed and a pump house to be built. It is believed this is a very fine well with lots df water.
If present hopes are justified it may be the answer to the complaints of New England people about the quality of the water that passes through the taps. When it is turned on it will probably be quite sweet and if the quantity is what most people think it will be no longer necessary to use the well in Gemmill Park. Need of new doors in the local lock-up was discussed by the Council. Opinion is a child could get out of the cells as they are.
The Horrors of Wool, Bread Bags, and Red Dye Number 7 Linda Knight Seccaspina
During the 50s because of the baby boom, there was suddenly a high demand for more stylish clothing for children. Many boys began to wear jeans to elementary school– but girls of all ages were still expected–if not required-to wear dresses and skirts for school, church, parties, and even for shopping.
Out of all the outfits I wore as a child I remember my 3-piece red wool winter snowsuit. It was a short red wool swing jacket with matching jodhpurs and a hat. That particular red outfit and enduring Toni Perms would have been enough to drive me to a psychologist for years.
There was nothing like playing out in the snow with this 3 piece red wool outfit on. I have to wonder what manufacturers and mothers were thinking. It wasn’t warm, and when it got wet it weighed triple its weight. The scratchy wool fabric rubbed my thighs so much that chafing couldn’t even be called a word.
Red dye number 7 has never been safe for the world, but in the 50s when you removed coloured wet wool your skin matched the shade you had been wearing. It took a lot of scrubbing to get the colour residue off, but nothing was redder than my raw inner thighs. I had matching red rubber boots and sometimes I had to wear bread bags on my feet in those boots to stay dry.
My friends next door hated the snow boots they had to wear. They were black boots with buckles on the front that every male in any generation seemed to wear. They were tough to put on and were even more difficult to remove. Worn over shoes, the heels of your shoe would tend to become wedged in the narrow neck of those boots.
To remove the boots at school, the boys would have to sit down on the hallway floor and try to unbuckle the now soaking wet buckles, which was difficult to do with cold hands. The boys could never seem to get their feet out of them without a fight. One boot or the other was always stuck halfway off, with one foot seemingly wedged in at some strange angle. Parents thought the solution to this was once again to place empty bread bags over their shoes before the boots, but it never helped. That idea only caused them to have to deal with wet, empty bread bags along with the boots. At least their parents were there to help in the fight to get the boots on at home, but at school the kids were on their own. By the time those feet got into the still damp boots, the school was nearly empty.
I hated wearing navy blue school tunics and white blouses and Monday seemed to be the only day I could wear the same white blouse as Friday without anyone knowing. In those days we wore uniforms so everyone would be dressed the same and no one would feel slighted.
Then there were the tights– yes, the tights. They were so uncomfortable and scratchy that I couldn’t help but complain. I even snuck into one of the church’s closets one Sunday before the service and took the tights off. Unfortunately my Grandmother caught me without my tights under my Choir robe and told me sternly, ”you have to put them on now!” I told her that they were uncomfortable but she told me I had to wear them for the rest of the church service at least. There just seemed to be something unfeminine about not being able to sit down comfortably with the crotch sagging down to your knees.
Now, most fashion for kids is just as trendy as adult fashion– even more for school. Every style comes back, even if you don’t want it too. Today, you need a small loan to buy a school uniform and as for the bread bags, well, I hear Reynolds Oven Bags, size Large, do a better job than Wonder Bread bags! As for the chafing– at my age my thighs don’t chafe anymore. They just applaud my efforts as I move around.
Almonte lost a popular resident Friday night in the sudden death of Daniel Ensley Larocque at the early age of 44. He was. an enthusiastic athlete, a former member of the Almonte hockey team which reached its peak in the early 1930’s. An hour before the heart seizure which proved fatal, he had been on skates again playing a pick-up game in the local arena. It is thought that this exertion was too much for him and brought on his-untimely end. Danny, as he was better known to his friends, was a son of Mr. and Mrs. Dennis Larocque, Almonte, and was bom in Darling Twp. 44 years ago. 20 years ago he married the former Jean Clarke of Ottawa and Almonte, who survives with one daughter and two sons, Diane, 14, Danny, 12, at home and Clarke, 18, of Toronto. Besides his parents he is also survived by three sisters and two brothers, Carmel (Mrs. John Kennedy) of Kinburn; Florence (Mrs. George Hourigan) and Alma (Mrs. Joseph Coady) both of Almonte, and George of Almonte and William of Lanark.
Mr. Larocque joined the Almonte volunteer fire brigade 18 years ago and worked his way up to be captain of the brigade, a position he still held at the time of his death. He was also a member of the local Legion, having served overseas during World War II with the Canadian armed forces. He started his hockey career 25 years ago when he played with the Almonte team when it was at the peak of its winning streak and he had been active in that sport ever since in one capacity or another.
When he was not refereeing a hockey game played by the younger generation, he was acting as time-keeper in the penalty box for the intermediate games. Following the town league game he played on Friday night, a short time before his death, he had made arrangements with the rink manager, Harry Nontell to give up playing and referee the town league games for the remainder of the season. During the Summer months Dan could always be seen playing softball, another of his favorite sports. In later years he took up curling in his spare time.
As a young man he was employed by Taylor Brothers hardware store for a number of years. In 1941 he joined the Army and went overseas where he served in England, Italy and other parts of Europe. Following his discharge he took over the delivery service of the Canadian Pacific Express office and he also transported the mail between the trains and the post office. After seven leirs in the employ of the CPE, he built a service station and lunch bar which he operated for a short time before selling out in the Fall of 1954.
On Sunday night the local firemen paraded in a body to the Comba funeral home and paid their final respects to th^jr captain. During the afternoon members of the local legion attended the largely attended funeral was held Monday morning to St. Mary’s Catholic Church for requiem mass at nine a.m., and thence to St. Mary’s Cemetery. Rev. Maurice Egan, P.P., conducted the service.
The pallbearers were: Messrs Geo. Hourigan, Joe Coady, John Kennedy, Don Houston, Douglas Houston and Geo. Villeneuve. Among many old friends who attended the funeral from a distance were Messrs Wllmot Little and Jack Washburn of Temiskaming, Quebec.
Fire thought to have resulted from electric wiring or a v-belt on a motor, did damage estimated at $1,000s of dollars early Monday morning at Ed’s Body Shop, which is located in the former LeMaistre garage building.
The blaze was discovered at 4.30 in the morning by Thomas Dean, night man at Hotel Almonte which is located next to the structure where the fire broke out. Mr. Dean said he noticed smoke, heard something like an explosion and then saw the ruddy glow. He turned in the alarm. It was a tough assignment for the fire- brigade as the thermometer was hovering around six below zero .
There were hydrants close to the building and the hose was hooked onto the one of High Street next to the hotel. The fire started In a narrow wing of the building that comes out to the sidewalk. Materials such as paint used by auto body workers are very inflammable and apt to explode. The smoke and fumes were dense and the firemen fought the blaze for a considerable time in the bitter, frosty air.
An examination of the premise in daylight showed considerable damage but the blaze had not broken through the walls or the roof and seemed to have been confined to the upper part of the section affected. The only explanation was defective wiring or a motor which came on automatically from time to time to keep up air pressure for spraying machinery.
The fire chief, Durward Washburn on looking things over, thought a v-belt might have done the damage through friction due to slipping when worn. At any rate an examination of the area around the stove showed the fire did start there, so electricity seemed to be the logical answer.
Mr. Gosset, who rents the building from Mr. John LeMaistre had some insurance on part of his equipment, it will be several days before he is operating’ again. A Cadillac car and a newly painted truck will require new paint jobs as a result of the heat, otherwise they were not damaged. Damage to the equipment was not too serious, according to the owner. It is a good thing Mr. Dean happened to see the fire because at 4.30 in the morning there is little or no traffic on that part of Bridge Street and the garage is flanked on either side by the O’Brien Theatre and the Hotel Almonte. Harry Gunn.s Clover Farm groceteria Is located across the street.
Lots of queries this morning. Pete Brunelle asks- Hi Linda would like to know if you found any pics of my grandfather garage , LeMaistre and son , and also my great Grandfather blacksmiths shop , which he ended up bring in an automobile at the time to tera down and rebuild ,, Would love to have something of that nature ,, My grandfather garage is now HB Auto– Anyone have anything?
Steve Nelson Though I am not from Almonte…I really enjoy and appreciate your efforts on this Facebook page. I have great memories of summer holidays spent there as a child visiting my grandparents (Jack and Flo LeMaistre on Water St). Our family goes back to the late 1800’s in Almonte. Thanks again for all your efforts in helping to recall those happy times
I don’t have many photos from my childhood, but this photo above is a favourite of mine. I have often wondered what this doll was as I have never come across it in my research journeys until last week. There it was, staring at me from the 1954 pages of the Almonte Gazette. I remember my doll talking, but it wasn’t 24 inches long so I assume it was a fake Trudy doll bought at the local 5 and 10 “The Ritz Store” situated on the Main street in Cowansville, Quebec.
My people didn’t travel much, so my beloved doll was a knock off, just like the knock off purse I got myself last week. But, my friend Stacey says we shouldn’t call anything fake anymore— you call it “designer inspired” as it’s all about the verbiage. Sovthe Trudy doll I had was “designer inspired” LOLOLOL.
This doll meant a lot to me as my mother was in the hospital a lot so she was a constant friend. I even used her on my book about cancer, because I never forgot her.
Trudy is long gone, so when I tried to find about the doll I found out that one of the Trudy dolls became haunted. This is nothing new to me– seriously…. read-The Spirits Are Alive and Well
On one of my excursions, we headed to a well known haunted area of the Maine coast called Wiscasset. Naturally when I saw a lawn sale at a run down house directly next door an old run down cemetary I had to stop. The toys were being ‘sold’ by the girl in the family who was maybe 7. She had all her items displayed on a blanket and was sitting with them. I thought it was strange that she had a doll in a box it didnt go in so I decided to ask this girl about it! I asked how much she wanted for the doll, and asked her if that was her original box, knowing it wasnt.
She looked at me point blank and said: “No, I put her in the box to keep her still at night”. I said, “Well did it work”? She said, “Not until I put the tape on it”. I have left this this taped up and have never opened the box.I could tell this girl was dealing with something supernatural in her life. She felt that whatever entity was in this doll had been contained to the box. There is immediately something scarey or strange about this doll in the box. The box was made of tin & plasticand I did not buy it.
I later saw a similar crazy doll on EBay (in a box) sell for $500.
Double, double, toil and trouble; no more Love Potion Number 9’s but we can still buy these silly dolls. I wonder if the sales of “Jesus or Mary on a grilled cheese sandwich” will now have restrictions? Cheesus Christ!
Well at least each eBay sale is protected through PayPal; but I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been scammed by a Craigslist soul. Sadly these people that once bought these new prohibited items are now going to have to settle for an out-of-eBay experience. I used to think these things were scary– I realized real people are LOLOL
The Union Hall group met in the Community Hall on Wednesday evening, November 6th. This was “Family Night” and there were fifteen members and 43 visitors present. It was moved that alloutstanding bills be paid. Correspondence dealing with mental health was left over until next meeting. A letter from the Naismith Memorial Hospital Almonte committee, stated that they were transferring their funds to the JR. M. Hospital to be used under their charter for a new hospital, the name of which is undecided.
Mrs. Neil McIntosh, representing this branch, reported on a meeting held in Almonte, Nov. 5. She told of the need of help for the making of dressings for the Cancer Society and that means of transportation to the clinic would be gratefully received. She also gave a few of the highlights of Dr. MacDowall’s talk. When business was concluded, the meeting was given over to the convenors for Community Activities and Public Relations, Mrs. Alfred James and Mrs. Roy Robertson.
The motto: “Fun is the cheapest medicine and the easiest to take” was explained by Mrs. Bert Thompson and the roll call was, “Which has most influence in a child’s life, the home, the school or the church?” The members were unanimous in their opinion that the first named was the correct answer. Mrs. Alfred James conducted a contest on ‘Community Surnames’ which was won by Mrs. McMunn and Mrs. Sutherland. All present joined in this. Mrs! Morris Turner conducted a bow contest which lasted throughout the evening and was much enjoyed.
1st prize, Mary James; 2nd prize, Mrs. Keith McMunn. Two, one-act plays were presented and were much enjoyed. The first called, “The Lucky Ones,” dealing with public relations, was put on by several W. I. members. The second, “The Grass Is Always Greener’’ was presented by the Girls’ 4-H Club. A deliciousi pot luck supper was served at long tables and a social hour spent. Mr. Kenneth Robertson moved a hearty vote of thanks to those who supplied the humorous program and to the ladies for the bountiful refreshments. All joined in singing God Save the Queen.
The first TV program I remember watching as a child was the Mantovani Show, and not only was it boring, but it was in black and white. Because we lived 14 miles from the Vermont border in Quebec we were lucky to be able to receive some American television, and not just the staple Canadian three.
Cartoon Corner and Howdy Doody were favourites of mine back in the day on CBC. I also remembered having to unplug the TV when a thunderstorm occurred as my Mother said it was “going to blow the house up if one of those bolts wrapped around the venetian blinds”. Of course, I still think of that when it’s storming outside sitting in my lazy boy chair that’s pointed at the television along with every other piece in the room, and still with decorative venetian blinds.
Every night at 5 in 1961 I would watch the CBC TV show Razzle Dazzle hosted by Suzanne Somer’s husband, Alan Hamel. I had entered a writing contest and was eagerly waiting to hear if I won a pen with my “meatless meat pie” essay. A few weeks later I found out that I had indeed won a Razzle Dazzle pen for my story along with a photo of Howard the Turtle.
One day in the 60’s my father went to Keith Lachasseur’s Appliance store on the Main Street in Cowansville and came home with a colour TV. I didn’t really care one way or the other as I was actually used to the rainbow hues of “the plastic sheet” on the front of the television. It ‘simulated’ full colour along with rabbit ears covered in tinfoil to stimulate even better viewing. Of course it was sold as a cheap alternative to buying an expensive colour TV and its promise had sucked my father in. I think he immediately knew he had the wool pulled over his eyes, but never knowingly admitting a mistake, he insisted that it was ‘just as good’ as the real thing.
In our family he was the only person allowed to touch the new TV and he was always up on the roof adjusting the antenna to get the best
picture. After seeing everything in black and white while we simultaneously hunted dinosaurs in those days my world had now progressed to technicolor with a new neighbour coming in every night to see ‘the TV.’ Some of the highlights were: ‘Walt Disney’s Wonderful World of Colour’ when Tinkerbell would splash colour on the screen and of course the burning map on the TV show Bonanza was priceless.
One night my father went out to a Lodge meeting and my friend Sheila came over to watch The Man from U.N.C.L.E. David McCallum, who played “Ilelya Kuryakin” on the show, had been dubbed the “British James Dean” and was the only reason I watched that show. The fact that I had always seen him cast as a delinquent was a bonus for me since there is nothing like a bad boy. Sheila and I sat down and got ready to watch. The NBC Peacock came on and it remained in black and white. Where was the colour?.
Was my father really not at the Lodge meeting and adjusting the roof antenna so I could not enjoy the show? The Man from U.N.C.L.E began and I started fidgeting around with the buttons. Instead of black and white the show suddenly turned red and then blue and I wondered if the rainbow plastic sheet had found its way inside the TV. Was I doomed? After fidgeting some more the picture started skipping and I had to play around with the “horizontal hold” button. I think all of you remember that particular button with joy and happiness.
Illya still stared at me in glorious black and white, and I stopped playing with the buttons. Fifteen minutes before the show ended my father came in and tweaked his magic and it turned from black and white to colour.
Once you had colour TV you never went back to black and white- you just went to “upgrade”. Some of my friends in the late 60’s used LSD instead, and their whole lives became Technicolor — without television. My family just continued to ‘upgrade’ and in lieu of Don Messer’s Jubilee we watched Tommy Hunter on Friday nights. Who knew a
Hoedown, Tommy Hunter and Brenda Lee could all exist in colour together?
McLuhan once said,“The medium is in the message”– or was that ‘the massage’. But now we are confronted with all sorts of media so pardon me while I check my Facebook Twitter and Instagram and watch a season of something on Netflix real quick. Just remember if someone had not invented the TV we’d still be eating frozen radio dinners.
These photos are from the 104 page1953 magazine ” Renfrew and its Fair Through 100 Years” By Henry J. Walker who wrote the Carleton Saga. Donated by- Ed and Shirley (Catherine) Simpson
“The greatest fair in the Ottawa Valley since 1853.” It is an exciting four days with ample amount of activities such as: Beef Shows, Heavy & Light Horse Shows, 4-H & Interclub Shows, Swine & Lambs, many more Livestock events, Exhibits, Art, Domestic Science, Women’s Institute Displays, Floriculture, Fruit, Vegetables, Junior Classes, Needlework and so much more.
Commissioner W. Wycliffe Booth, Salvation Army leader In Canada and Bermuda, and Mr. Booth officiated at the formal opening of the new $20,000 Salvation Army Citadel on Bridge Street here Saturday afternoon. Thanking the public for its support, Commissioner Booth stated that the Carleton Place citadel is one of 28 citadels now under way in Canada.
“The Salvation Army Is enjoying a period of considerable expansion in Canada at present,” Commissioner Booth stated. The new citadel is of cement block with brick facing. It has a seating capacity for 135 persons. It has a five-room apartment at the rear for second Lieutenant and Mrs. Edwin Gurney, commanding officers of the Army here. It has a basement as a centre for young peoples activities.
The Ottawa Citadel Band, under Bandmaster Ron Dymond, participated in the opening ceremony and gave a festival program at the citadel in the evening as well. The Carleton Place Salvation Army Band, mainly composed of young people, with old instruments, made a hit at the afternoon ceremony. The band is instructed by second Lieutenant Gurney. Spontaneous Collection Commissioner Booth, holding up one of the old instrument used by the band, made a $50 contribution toward buying new instruments. Sr. Major William Ross. Montreal, divisional commander, added a $50 contribution from divisional headquarters.
A spontaneous collection was taken up, which with these two gifts, realized $230, for the purpose. Major G. W. Comba of Carleton Place and Rev. H. Griffin of Memorial Park United Church brought town and fraternal greetings at the opening ceremony. A message was read also from George H. Doucett, MP for Lanark. Officials Present Salvation Army officials participating in the opening ceremony along with Commissioner and Mrs. Booth were: Brigadier Frank Moulton, Toronto, national young peoples work secretary; Sr. Major and Mrs. Ross, Montreal; Sr. Major Herbert Honey-church of the Ottawa Citadel; Brigadier N. B. Bell, Army public relations officer, Ottawa; and the local commanding officers. About 200 attended the afternoon ceremony and the evening band festival, many having to stand to participate in the two services. Commissioner Booth preached at the Citadel service on Sunday evening, again to a capacity attendance.