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Did you Know General Almonte was Considered a Traitor?

Did you Know General Almonte was Considered a Traitor?

From the clippings of Lucy Connelly Poaps

What Happened When Agustin Barrios Gomez Came to Town?

The Founder of Our Town

By Hal Kirkland CLICK

Juan Nepomuceno Almonte 1803-1869 click

Norman Paul– True Lover of Soil Clippings

Norman Paul– True Lover of Soil Clippings

Newspaper clippings from Lucy Connelly Poaps

Mr Paul is second from right. this is another photo of the New Horizons group that started the Lanark & District Museum

Bev Fergusson

Mr Lowry on left, then Alex Stewart.

Brian Munro

Grant Smith on right. Also some of Faucett family

Norman Paul Talks About the Little Red School House- The Buchanan Scrapbook

Sarah Duff McPherson and John Paul — Mount Blow Farm

Ken Manson– 1986 Interview with Helen & Jimmie Dodds –Side 1B — Bill Croft and Farm Machinery

The Wondrous Life of Norman Paul

The Amazing Mr. Paul

The Mysterious 5th Line ?????

Recollections of Bert Hazelwood 1973

Margaret Helena Kellough — Nurse WW11– Clippings

Margaret Helena Kellough — Nurse WW11– Clippings

Thanks to the collection of Lucy Connelly Poaps

CLIPPED FROMNorth Bay NuggetNorth Bay, Ontario, Canada28 Jan 1946, Mon  •  Page 3

CLIPPED FROMThe Sault StarSault St. Marie, Ontario, Canada28 Jan 1946, Mon  •  Page 10

CLIPPED FROMThe Ottawa CitizenOttawa, Ontario, Canada11 Aug 1944, Fri  •  Page 18

Miss Tena Stewart War Heroine — Almonte Appleton and Carleton Place

Women of the Red Cross — Mary Slade –Larry Clark

Heh Miss Wilsonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn! Carleton Place Heroe

Did You Ever Notice This in Beckwith Park? Thanks to Gary Box

Becoming a Nurse — Rosamond Memorial Hospital

Marks Received by Students At Almonte High School Who Tried Christmas Tests— January 1960– Names Names Names

Marks Received by Students At Almonte High School Who Tried Christmas Tests— January 1960– Names Names Names

1959-1960 ADHS — with Susan Elliott Topping.

The following are the marks received by students in Grade
XIII according to reports issued on January 8th, 1960.

(F) means that the student has failed to make 50% on the examination.

Barnes, Kathy: Chemistry, 58;
Botany, 71; Latin Authors, 65; Latin Comp., 65; French Authors, 67;
French Comp., 67; History, 78;
English Literature, 67; English
Composition; 79.

Bogaerts, Judy: Chemistry (F);
Botany, 66; French Authors, 76;
French Comp., 54; History, 65;
Eng. Lit. 57; Eng. Comp. 63.

Bradley, Erma: Chem. (F); Bot.
54; Zoology 73; Fr. Auth. 61;; Fr.
Comp. (F); Hist. 59; Eng. Lit. 67;
Eng. Comp. 66.

Egan, Gwen: Algebra, (F);
Chemistry, (F); Botany, 59; Zoology, 61; French Auth., 50; Freneh
Comp., 50; Eng. Lit., 76; English
Comp., 59.

Martin, Alice: Botany, 66; Zoology, 80; Latin Comp., 73; History,
85; Eng. Lit., 71; Eng. Comp., 62.

Shaver, Judy: Chemistry, 60;
Zoology, 81; Freneh Auth., 69;
French Comp., 85; History, 71;
English Comp., 82; Eng. Lit., 77.

Thompson, Joyce: Geometery,
57; Trig., (F); Physics, (F>; Chemistry, 50; French Auth., 80; Fr.
Comp., 59; Eng. Comp., 68; Eng.
Lit. 77.

Doherty, Neil: Geom., 70; Trig.,
61; Botany (F); Latin Authors, 66;
Latin Comp., 75.

Blair, David: Geom. 62; Chem.
52; History 50; Eng. Comp. 53;
Eng. Lit. (F).

Cochran, J.: Algebra (F); Phys.,
64; Chem. 58; Fr. Authors 73; Fr.
Comp. (F); Eng. Comp. 51; Eng.
Lit. 57.

Forsythe, Fred: Algebra 59;
Geom. 67; Trig. 60; Physics 71;
Chem. 53; History 72.

France, Alexander: Geom. 70;
Trig. 69; Physics 56; History 82.

Gale, Alan: Botany (F); Zoology
(F); History 58; Eng. Comp. 56;
Eng. Lit. 58.

Giles, Harold: Algebra 56;’
Geom. 62; Trig. (Fi; Physics 50;
Chem. (F); Fr. Authors 64; Fr.
Comp. 53; Eng. Comp. 60; Eng.
Lit. 57.

Gilchrist, Wilf: Alg. 61; Geom.
82; Trig. 83; Physics 64; Chem. 77;
Eng. Comp. 65; Eng. Lit. 72.

Hourigan, John: Alg. 70; Physics
68; Zoology (F); Hist. (F).

James, Carl: Alg. (F); Geom. 54;
Trig. (F); Physics 66; Chem. 60;
History 67; Eng. Comp. 63; Er.g.
Lit. 58.

Langford, Wayne: Alg. (F);
Geom. 76; Trig. 76; Physcis 74; Fr.
Authors 61.

Lawrence, Chas.: Alg. (F>; Physics (F); Chem. (F); History (F);
Eng. Comp. 52; Eng. Lit. (F); Trig.
Levitan, Richard: Geom. 51;
Trig. 53; Physics 57; Chem. 60;
Lat. Authors 51; Latin Comp. 66;
Hist. 71; Eng. Comp. 71; Eng. Lit.

Love, John: Alg. (F); Geom. (F);
Trig. OF); Physics 56; Eng. Comp.
IF); Eng. Lit. (F).-

McEwen, Murray: Chem. (F);
Bot. (F); Hist. (F); Eng..Comp. 55;
Eng. Lit. (F).

McKinstry, Bob: Alg. 50; Geom.
79; Trig. 68; Phy. 69; Chem. 53;
Hist. 55; Eng. Comp. 58; Eng. Lit.

McMuIlan, James: Chem. (F)Hist. 52; Eng. Comp. 52; Ertg. Lit. (F).

Martin, Gerald: Geom. (Fi; Trig. 62; Phy. 51; Fr. Auth. 66; Fr. Comp. 61; Hist. 80,

Middleton, Robert: Alg. (F); Geom. 54; Trig. (F); Phy. 50; Chem. 51; Hist. 57; Eng. Comp. 70; Eng. Lit. . ‘

Royce, Delmer; Alg. 61 Geom. 67; Trig. 66; Phy. 52; Chem. 63; Hist. 68; Eng. Comp.'(F); Eng. Lit. (F). ..

Rump, Edward: Alg. (Fi; Geom. (F); Trig. 50; Phy. (F); Chem. (F); Eng. Comp. 50; Eng. Lit. (F).

Scott, Alex: Geom. 87; Trig. 59; Phy. 75; Chem. 80; Lat. Auth. 78; Lat. Comp. 74; Fr. Auth 72 Fr. Comp. 74; Eng. Comp. 53; Eng. Lit. 67.

Snedden, Don: Alg. 86; Geom. 90; Trig. 83; Phy. 86; Chem. 90; Fr. Auth. 73; Fr. Comp. 85; Eng. Comp. 74 Eng. Lit. 74.

Stewart, Alex: Lat. Auth. (F); Lat, Comp. 50; Fr. Auth. 75; Fr. Comp. 74; Eng. Comp. 78; Eng. Lit. (F).

Thompson, Robert: Chem. (F) Bot. 66; Zoology 70; Lat. Auth. 68; Lat. Comp. 64; Fr. Auth. 70; Fr. Comp. 59; Eng. Lit. 78.

Warren, John: Geom. (F); Trig. (F); Chem. (F); Bot. 54; Fr. Auth. 58; Fr. Comp. .

Cochran, Margaret: Bot. (F); Zoology 57; Hist. 66; Eng. Comp. 62; Eng. Lit. 64.

Duncan, Paula: Bot. (F); Zoology (F). Dixon, Rhonda: Bot. (F); Zoology 74; Eng. Comp. 56; Eng. Lit. 57.

Doherty, Jerene: Bot. 53.

Johnson, Peggy: Bot. (F).

Rintoul, Donna: Bot. 63.

Versteeg, Gemma; Bot. 56.

McEwen, Douglas: Bot. (F>; Eng. C. 55; Eng. Lit. (F).

Thanks to the scrapbook of Lucy Connelly Poaps ADHS cheerleaders 1960-1961

Kathleen Downey — Miss Almonte High School 1958

Here She Comes —Miss Almonte High School January 1958

A Tale From Almonte High School –Dugald Campbell

The Actors of Almonte High School — Marty Taylor

The Top Hats, Art Drader and Other Things –Photos Jayne Graham

The Top Hats, Art Drader and Other Things –Photos Jayne Graham

From Jayne Graham

Hi Linda. I have two pictures of my Dad (Cam Hughes) in a band called the Top Hats back in 1954. I’m wondering if you can post these pictures in hopes that someone may know the other band members. My dad played the piano.

The Top Hats performing at the Carleton Place Town Hall in 1954. Art Drader (trumpet), Jack Peckett (sax), Cam Hughes (piano), and Howie Peckett (drums). Photo from the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum

This is one of the songs they would have been playing. Number one song 1954

Some musical history of Carleton Place Art Drader etc.

The Carleton Place invasion of Smiths Falls led to plenty of whoopee yesterday, and among the highest notes of the fun were the boom of the tuba, the whine of the trombone in the Carleton Place Citizens Band, not to mention the many whoops for Drum Majorette Bonnie Dunlop, seen here with Bay Chambers (left) and Arthur Drader (right). 

CLIPPED FROMThe Ottawa JournalOttawa, Ontario, Canada07 Jul 1950, Fri  •  Page 32

The Valley Choppers?

Lori-Lynne Boston McQuaid

The gentleman standing in the back with the dark shirt is Leslie Boston ( my father ) who was the piano player for the Valley wood choppers.

So wonderful to see pictures posted of the people who were part of Carleton Place

Jeff Brennan

Ted Graham was a music teacher in Arnprior, and continues to live there now.

Nancy Hudson

The man on the left is my Dad, Jim White not his brother Eddie White. Both were musicians back in the day.

Photo Art Drader/ Trevor smith

photo-Wayne Hedderson-1985 at the CPHS Football Reunion!

Llew Lloyd After you posted this the first time , I checked an old yearbook and found a picture of a group that preceded this one , ” The Bonaventures” . Included in that photo were Jack Shail , his brother Wayne and Terry Giffin . I also remember going to a highschool dance pre Coachmen that ” The Viscounts ” played at . Later on Ron Latham played drums for another ” garage band ” group, that perhaps one of your followers remembers the name of.

Donovan Hastie

The group that my dad was in after the coachmen was Styx and Stonz which formed into the Wax Museum with Donnie (Oofie) Price, Wayne The Flame Mcquaid, Roger Plant, Claire Porter, Gary Edwards and Stan Hastie

A few pictures this morning of the OYB Lampliters with Art Drader as Director.. The book of memories of Arthur Drader was put together by Audrey Drader for Father’s day. Trevor Smith– Anyone know these fellas from the Lampliters?

Carleton Place and Almonte Revelliers with Art Drader as Director.. The book of memories of Arthur Drader was put together by Audrey Drader for Father’s day. Trevor Smith

Memories–The book of memories of Arthur Drader was put together by Audrey Drader for Father’s day. Trevor Smith– Anyone know these fellas? — with Dan Williams, Reg Cross, Ray McGregor Audio Shrine, Mirray McGregor, Carl McDaniel, Thiel Porteous, Art Drader, Bill Doyle, Bob Giffin, Chubby Flynn, Joe Henderson, Lornie Hudson and Grant Hobbs, Marriage Celebrant.

Dan Williams This was our first reunion 1982 I think.

Memories today– A few pictures this morning of the OYB Lampliters with Art Drader as Director.. The book of memories of Arthur Drader was put together by Audrey Drader for Father’s day. Trevor Smith

Ian Tyson in Carleton Place 1974 — Five Bucks a Seat!

The Coachmen Return!!! Born to be Wild Circa 1985

Dance Hall Days with The Coachmen

Back to The Future — Twisting Your Dignity Away

Documenting the Thundertones….

Clippings of –The Naughty Boys –The Eastern Passage -60s Music

The Canadian Beatles aka The Beavers- Mike Duffy was their Road Manager –Bands of the 60s

Saturday Date with “Thee Deuce” in Almonte

Clippings of –The Naughty Boys –The Eastern Passage -60s Music

Looking for Info on The Happy Wanderers etc.

June 1957 –Documenting the Happy Wanderers CFRA

read–The Hayshakers — Charlie Finner click

Reserve Me a Table –The Silver Fox –Ron McMunn

The Day I Tried to Long Tall Sally Paul McCartney

Kindle Fire Minutes of “Dancin the Feelin“ with James Brown

Music in the 60s- Memories of Herman’s Hermits

Memories with Thee Duces — David Lugsdin

Cruisin Through the Dance Halls- From Carleton Place and Beyond!! Larry Clark

The Dawn Patrol on Local Dance Halls

Dance Hall Fire Blakeney

The Revelliers Drum Corp — Clippings

Tales From the Doctor’s House — John Dunn

Tales From the Doctor’s House — John Dunn

Source: “Tales from the Doctors House” by John Dunn.-

J.P. Dunn, 1995
Length88 pages

Built in 1868, John Dunn fondly remembers his time in the stone Doctor’s House in Almonte. As a child, it made him feel special. After all, all the important buildings in Almonte were made of stone: the railway station, the high school, the post office, and the churches. His father, Dr. John Dunn had inherited the house in 1910 from the previous doctor, Dennis Lynch, who had inherited it from the first doctor in Almonte, William Mostyn.

Thanks to the late Lucy Connelly Poaps I now have this in my posession.

You can also purchase this book from the North Lanark Museum click

John Francis Dunn 1904

Thursday, May 13, 1971

The Doctors of Almonte … In the First half of the century – John Francis Dunn Almonte Gazette

In those days, even as at present, Almonte had three doctors, a medical triumvirate whose names were household words in the community and the district. Alphabetically, they were Dunn, Kelly and Metcalfe. The first was my father.

He came to Almonte in the later months of 1911, and the circumstances were both fortuitous and amusing. In early August of that year the town lost Dr. D. P. Lynch through death. Shortly after, Father J. F. McNally, newly appointed parish priest in Almonte (a Prince Edward Islander by birth, and subsequently Archbishop of Halifax) wrote to my father at Elgin in Leeds County, pointing out the death of Dr. Lynch.

“a man whose place in the community it would not be easy to fill, for he was not only physician, but friend and counsellor to almost all of our people in the district, and to many outsiders as well.”

The letter concluded with a request for Dr. Dunn to come to Almonte, and added an irresistible bonus attraction:

“If it be an extra inducement, the late doctor was chairman of the Reform or Liberal association in the riding, so that that honour likely awaits you too.”

Physician, friend, and counsellor. Each of the medical trio of the first half of the century fitted that description, my father not the least. This, then is the way it was with him.

For eighty-five years he gave his day of birth as nineteenth of June, and only then did he discover from the parish records that he had been born on the nineteenth of May. In any event, it all began May, 1871, and he was named John Francis Dunn.

It was an exciting time to be born. The previous summer, Paris, the city of Lights on the Seine saw the Kaiser’s troops in triumphal procession on Champs Elysees, a terrifying witness of ‘might makes right.’ And in the ancient city of the Caesar’s on the Tiber, a solemn conclave proclaimed as dogma the papal infallibility.

In a muddy settlement of three hundred, called Fort Garry, at the junction of the Red and Assiniboine Rivers in the domain of the “Governor and Company of adventurers of England trading into Hudson’s Bay, a semi-literate half-breed named Louis Riel had the unparalleled nerve to proclaim a ‘provisional government’ of Indians and Metis in opposition to Queen Victoria and pax Britannica. And in Almonte on the Mississippi, the parishioners of St. Mary’s celebrated the laying of the corner stone of a new church being built on the ashes of the former edifice which had been destroyed by fire on the preceding Christmas Eve.

It was only five years after Lee’s surrender of the Confederate Army of Virginia at Appomattox Court House, and five years before the Dominion Telegraph Company of Toronto had an astounding experience , later told by its first president in these words:

“We received a request from a Professor Bell who had a contraption made of magnets, Russian sheet iron and a coil of wire which he wished to test on our telegraph lines between Brantford and Paris for the purpose of ascertaining whether it would talk like a human being or not. We thought him a crank, but permitted the test to be made, not expecting a miracle which occurred. It did talk, much to everyone’s surprise.”

In a pioneer community every human activity has its order and value. Education is always a luxury item, and those who obtain it learn to appreciate its worth, perhaps because its interruptions and uncertainties area true mirror of the unsettled life of the community. So it was with my father. His education at the village school was interrupted early by his mother’s death, and the eternal necessity of helping out on the family’s marginal acres.

The manner of his mother’s passing was peculiarly poignant, and probably left with him a strong feeling of compassion for those in suffering which is so characteristic of every physician. This is how he told it to me:

“it was a fine Saturday morning in late April when I was in my eleventh year. The sun was warm and pleasant. A cousin of mine from over at Phillipsville had driven into the yard with a horse and buggy, and all the men had gathered to get the news of friends and relatives whom they had not seen during the winter months. In the midst of the talk, my mother came to the door of the house, called me over, and said: ‘Have your father ask the men to come into the house and start the prayers for the dying, for I know I am about to die.” ….. And. indeed, she was dead within the hour.”

His father’s concern for his mother’s suffering also left an imprint on my father, and probably fixed even more deeply the element of compassion, and prompted his interest in the study of medicine. For he said:

“My mother had been ill for some time with what I now know was the scourge of the Irish – tuberculosis! All known resources of medical science had proven ineffective; yet my father had heard of a doctor in Ottawa who had gained a reputation for bring able to heal where all else had failed. In spite of advice to the contrary, he would not be content without at least trying, no matter what the cost nor how slight the hope. The doctor was persuaded to come out from Ottawa, but , of course, his efforts were to be to no avail.

In due time the doctor’s bill came, amounting to $40.00. My father sold 17 steers at two dollars each to pay his obligation and, in fact, the balance remained a debt which was not discharged until some years later when I paid it off”.

Hard times indeed for a young Canadian nation, just fifteen years old, and with precious little in the way of resources to ward off the impact or lessen the cruelty of economic depression! The fur, fish, farm economy of the pioneers had been stopped cold. We seldom know where we’ve come from; and it was that my father never complained about the Great depression of the Nineteen-Thirties: he had known the depression of the Eighteen-eighties, whose unplumbed grimness could scarcely be comprehended by those of a half century later.

At the age of twenty he realized the hopelessness of gainful and rewarding satisfaction from scratching out a subsistence living on a marginal farm, and, as so many of the same generation did, he forsook the farm for the classroom. In 1876 the Ontario Government set in being a plan to overcome economic hardship by encouraging further education. Model schools were established for each county. The Leeds County Model School was at Athens, and so thither he went at the age of twenty and took the four-year high school course in one year, and qualified at the same time to teach in the rural schools of the district.

Sweet’s Corners, Delta, Kingston. These were the places he taught, at a salary of $300.00 per year. The years of teaching had their unseen merit – they taught him that the pursuit of knowledge was terribly important, and that there must be some better way of learning than by teaching. It was only natural the that thoughts of still further education should call up in his mind the study of medicine. And, At the turn of the century, medicine meant McGill!

Lister was there! Sir Joseph Lister, the renowned teacher, whose students regarded him with something akin to awe, who impressed his students with the need to observe, to weigh cause and effect, to be scrupulous in attention to detail, – and to judge slowly. Faith indeed cometh by hearing, and Lister’s message registered with my father. Throughout his life he distrusted nostrums and quacks with equal zeal.

In 1904 he graduated in medicine from McGill, but, privately he was told that it was unlikely that he would ever practise medicine. Chesterton remarked in one of his paradoxical statements that the more we look at a thing, the less we see it. The factor of heredity might have flashed a warning signal to my father: the scourge of the Irish, the Indian and the Negro – the latest races in mankind’s history to be exposed to the tuberculin bacillus – it struck him too, at graduation!

He worked , however, at the job and the disability as a ship’s doctor and the combination of fresh air, sunshine, plenty of rest , and a natural stamina worked a miracle during the North Atlantic runs, and he made a complete and permanent recovery.

By Christmas of 1911 he had handed over his practise to his brother in Elgin, had taken up the invitation of Father McNally, and had moved into Dr. Lynch’s house in Almonte. He was becoming acquainted with the community and its people, including Mary H. Moynihan. And in July, 1917 they married.

The end of the war years in 1918 signalled the beginning of the end for the horse and buggy as the country doctor’s reliable means of transportation. Professor Bells’ contraption had proven itself for communication, and the automobile was on the verge of a breakthrough in transportation. The first of my father’s horseless carriages was a Studebaker by breed and touring by class. I well mind the 1926 Huppmobile, a great square block on wheels, and a glorious Saturday in late April when there was a trip to be made to Darling. The unshielded strength of the sun that day would doubtless burn through the blankets of snow and expose the ploughed fields to a new spring. The temptation to take the car was overpowering, and I was invited to go along, since we would be taking “the Good roads.”

We drove to Carleton Place, and on to Perth, and thence to Lanark, all the good roads. We got about a mile further , and ran aground, mired in a sea of mud at ten-thirty in the morning. Without a moment’s hesitation, my father reached behind, picked up his black bag, stepped out, and said to me: “I’ll be back.”

It was a long day, even for a Saturday. The sun shone, the snow melted, the water ran. I pitched stones at fence posts and telephone poles, first with the right hand, and then with the left. I watched the riverlets as they ran along the furrows, leaped into the ditch, and fled away. By late afternoon only tatters of snow were left by the fence rows. Then, in the distance spied two men and a team of horses. It took but a minute to hitch a chain to the bumper and for the horse to nudge the car out of its anchorage. Because the road had been stiffened with the decline of the afternoon sun, we got back to Lanark without further ado. At that point my curiousity prompted my question: “how far did you have to walk?” His reply was matter-of-fact: “About seven miles.”

But it was the calls to go out at night in dead of winter which must have been trying. They were trying indeed to the horse, for he never ceased to make his annoyance known and felt.

The procedure was simple. Essentially it consisted in fuelling up horse and driver and heating bricks in the oven to be placed in the bottom of the cutter. During this stoking-up interval, the phone would frequently ring a second time with the message: The snow is heavy in the bush and the fences are covered. Tell the doctor to take the shortcut across the fields and through the bush, and we’ll send some one to meet him with the lanterns.” Once the horse was harnessed, hitched to the cutter, and brought round to the office door, he would climb in, dressed up in buffalo coat, sheepskin hat, fur-lined gauntlets, he would set his feet on the bricks, pull the buffalo robe over his knees, snap the reins and away.

Sometimes he would be gone two days, and would return, perishing with cold, so stiff that he would literally fall out of the cutter at the office door, and the horse would walk round to the stable door on his own. His recollection of many such trips was full of admiration because everything at the table was home-grown except, the tea, sugar and salt!

He was never an accountant, and he posted few bills. But, communication was made somehow. Frequently it happened that some client would be in town on a Saturday and would leave off at the house a quarter of beef, a side of pork, or a bag of potatoes. In fact, I have the fondest recollection of a box of wild ducks which flew in from White Lake one stormy Saturday shortly after the close of the season.

By 1950, in spite of the prediction made at Graduation, he had practised medicine for half a century almost, and then came an opportunity to preach what he practised. It was the concluding banquet of the annual meeting of the Ontario Medical Association in the Chateau Laurier in Ottawa. The main ballroom overflowed with Ontario’s medical mighty. Four doctors were to be honoured with life memberships, he being one. In deference to each, a few words would be expected, and, in deference to his age, he would be last.

His theme was simple – what makes a physician, he made no apology for answering from experience. It was a cantata of moving symbolism, a gaze into the iridescent pool of human society known to the country doctor, where was mirrored the magic of medicine men throughout the ages. He spoke of the infinite mystery and inexplicable veneration attached to the physician, a privileged race amongst men to light the spark for the newly-born, to shield the flame of the fever-ridden, and to guard the guttering candle of the dying. He held out to them the ancient Hippocratic oath of selfless devotion to others, counting not the cost to self, for the physician’s too is a kind of life divine, spent in caring for the human spark on earth, and passing it undimmed to eternity. Such he showed he was.

As he spoke a pregnant hush encompassed the room: as he concluded, pandemonium erupted… He had stirred the fire divine in the breast of every doctor, and he had strummed on the heartstrings of medicine men everywhere.

It was that inner sense of sympathy and compassion for others., a characteristic which is never so well displayed as it is within the orbit of the family. Even at the age of eighty-eight, he was visiting old patients, more as friend and counsellor than as physician, for their illnesses were expiring along with their days.

One ferociously hot July evening he asked if I could take time out to drive him to see H…….. As we drove he apologized for taking up my time, and said:

“I started to walk up this afternoon, but at the bridge over the creek I was overcome with a weak turn and fell down in the roadway. I managed to crawl to the side of the road and leaned against a telephone pole for twenty minutes until enough strength returned for me to walk back home.

It was another seizure, and one day there will be another, much more massive than all the others, and the heart will not be able to stand it, and it will be the end. I can tell you these things because you can understand them. But, I wouldn’t tell your mother, she would only worry!’

His interest in new things never flagged. Early in May, 1961, he was one of the first patients in the new Almonte General Hospital. I had made a trip to Vancouver on one of the first DC-8 non-stop jet flights from Toronto. On my return I told him about it: a seven o’clock morning flight from Ottawa to Toronto, departure from Toronto at nine, and arrival in Vancouver at ten-thirty, Pacific Time. A forty-five minute bus ride to the hotel left me fifteen minutes to get to Sunday Mass at St. Mary’s Cathedral at eleven-thirty.

He pondered this leaping over the continent, and then gazed out the window to the marvellously peaceful view of the river, and said:

“The world is a most interesting place. I’ve had a full life and have enjoyed many interesting things and people. There are many more interesting things I’d like to undertake, but I know there isn’t time for me. I leave that to you and the others, for I’m ready to go.”

And so it also ended for him in the month of May, on the 28th of May, 1961, in his ninety-first year. To many in the community and the district he was indeed physician, friend and counsellor – my father.

John Dunn

15 March 1971–.from ROOTSWEB

Photo from Almonte.com

John Dunn read his bio at The Millstone

John Patrick Dunn was born in Almonte in 1919. Like his father, he had an early career as a teacher, firstly in the High School in Copper Cliff and then in the Almonte High School. He left teaching to join the federal public service in 1956 and worked in the federal capital until retirement in 1984. His retirement hobbies include tree farming and bee keeping, along with many civic endeavours, among them the public library, separate school, town council, parish council, historical society, and hospital to name a few.

Several stories of John’s describing landmark events and features of local personalities have been published in local and district newspapers and in special interest periodicals in the last decade.

The tales in this first collection of ‘The Doctor’s House’ convey a young lad’s memories and sense of privilege to grow up in a house whose stones and mortar sheltered him and his brothers and sisters as well as served daily witness to the cycle of birth and death and the care and counsel which his father, the doctor, demonstrated to all who sought him out.

The Doctors of Almonte … In the First Half of the Century – Archibald Albert Metcalfe

The Doctors of Almonte … In the First Half of the Century – John F. Hanly, M. D. 1868-1927 John Dunn

The Tragic Death of Dr. Mostyn Shocked the People of Almonte

Thomas Raines Almonte — US Confederate Soldier Mayor and Dentist– Biological Mystery!!!

So What was the Almonte Cottage Victorian Hospital?

The Donneybrook in the Almonte Council Chambers … who won???

Dr. Metcalfe Guthrie Evoy

The Doctors of Almonte … In the First Half of the Century – Archibald Albert Metcalfe

Outstanding Men — Dr. Metcalfe of Almonte

Dr. Archibald Albert “Archie” Metcalfe — The Man with the Red Toupee – John Morrow

  1. Memories of Dr. A. A. Metcalfe of Almonte– Florence Watt
  2. Will the Real Dr. Metcalf Please Stand Up? Rare Photo Found!!

The Real McCoy — Andrea McCoy Dairy Princess 1976/1977

The Real McCoy  — Andrea McCoy Dairy Princess 1976/1977

1977 Almonte Gazette

You know I realized sitting at my computer that Andrea McCoy is on many of my pages but never had her own page LOLOL.. She does now that I can keep on adding to.

1977 Almonte Gazette

John Closs —Lawrence Lalonde and Yves Leroux from Balderson Cheese on the outside.Young men. Andrea McCoy Centre

Taken in 1977 at Bladerson Cheese Factory- Andrea McCoy- Lanark Dairy Princess 1976-1977 and Betty Jenkins Ontario Dairy Princess 1976-1977- Taken by Inez McCoy, Betty was down touring the area and they were on a tour of the cheese factory

from the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum

Holstein Banquet February 1977 Andrea McCoy right–Margo Allan on the right– Cathy McRae – Wood in middle

Betty Jenkins Ontario Dairy Princess 76/77 and Andrea McCoy Lanark Dairy Princess 76/77. Hersey Plant Smiths Falls

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This is Andrea McCoy-Naperstkow from the The Lanark Federation of Agriculture and I have known her for two years online. Wednesday was the first time we met and hugged each other hard. It’s like I have known her forever. I also got lost in Perth (who does that?) and she came to rescue me. You might remember her mum Inez McCoy who used to write for The Canadian. I now have a very special friend for life.

She is also mistress of the radio on BARNYARD BREAKDOWN on Valley Heritage every Friday at 12:05 after the news 98.7

“You Can’t Ship a Tractor with Soil” but…. Photos of The Lanark Federation of Agriculture Farm Tour

Remember Debbie Tims? 1980 Dairy Princess–  Mississippi Travel 

Anne McRae Dairy Princess — Where is She Now?

Marilyn Robertson Snedden Lanark County Dairy Princess

Maureen Arthur – 1966 Miss Dairy Princess

Jean Duncan Lanark Dairy Queen

Clippings —1970s Lanark County Beauty Dairy Queens

Miss Brockville Fire Queen Miss Central Canada 1970 — Lynn Currie

History Clippings of Mount Pakenham

History Clippings of Mount Pakenham

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CLIPPED FROMNational PostToronto, Ontario, Canada30 Oct 1971, Sat  •  Page 15 WHO were the original owners of the mountain? Does anyone know? In Plum Hollow Witch and The Mountain Man of Pakenham it was said that Pakenham Mountain was part of the White Lake Mountains.. All I know.

Mount Pakenham’s official opening was December 1968

January 1969

Ski buffs throughout the Ottawa Valley are discovering one of the newest skiing havens in the Capital area. Now in its first weeks of operation. Mount Pakenham Ski Centre, a skiers paradise nestled in the heart of the tourist region 30 miles west of Ottawa, has already become a mecca for more than 700 weekend skiers. The ski centre’, carved out of a 300-acre tract of brush- land just south of the village of Pakenham and several miles west of provincial highway 29, is a dream-come-true for two veteran Ottawa ski enthusiasts.

Russ Wilson and Andy Davison, ( December 2nd, 1970. Arnprior Guide. Developers Russ Wilson and Andy Davison) two former members of Camp Fortune’s Night Riders who together at one time cross-checked endless miles of powdery ski slopes before the era of mechanical grooming aids, are partners in the$350,000 resort project. Planned in three stages, the new centre already has three half-mile downhill runs with a 300-foot vertical drop and is serviced by a 2,000-foot T bar tow. A lodge at the foot of the runs which brings skiers a panoramic view of the Ottawa Valley down along well-groomed pine-flanked slopes, provides every facility for the skier. Key to the rapidly increasing popularity of Mount Pakenham, an affiliate of the Gatineau Zone, says Russ Wilson.

The centre is within a 30-minute drive from the Capital and from the communities of Carleton Place, Perth, Smiths Falls, Almonte, Arnprior, Kanata and.Stittsville. With the first phase of the project still underway the skiing facilities are currently, best suited for beginner and intermediate skiers. “Basically what we are offering now is just good family skiing and I doubt it at this stage of the development we could please the expert,” said Russ Wilson, who is himself a qualified ski instructor.

Plans are for a place for the expert skier later in the development when snow-making facilities and additional T-bars will be installed along with floodlighting to accommodate night skiers. Ski instruction and rental equipment are available at the centre along with a comforting thought for the accident-prone enthusiast. Members of the Canada Ski patrol keep a weathered eye on the slopes seven days a week throughout the 9 a.m. until 4.30 p.m. skiing hours.

A midget ski instruction course is scheduled to start at Mount Pakenham this Sunday when 10 qualified instructors will put youngsters in the five to 15 years age group through a comprehensive six week program. Since Mount Pakenham’s inaugural opening Dec. 29, thousands of skiers have swarmed over its slopes. Last Sunday more than 500 skiers converged on the centre. One Ottawa, skier, pretty 20-year-old Martyna Onoszko, of 1819 Lorraine Avenue, said the. major attractions of the” new centre’ to her are the scenic beauty of the area and the friendly atmosphere. “Its hard to believe this Is In Ontario,” she said. The developers anticipate ‘the centre will be completed over a five-year period to become one of the most popular skiing facilities in the area. Director of ski instruction at Mount Pakenham is Mike Ballard. 

CLIPPED FROMThe Ottawa JournalOttawa, Ontario, Canada28 May 1970, Thu  •  Page 54

MOUNT PAKENHAM Ski area closer to becoming year-round resort Mount Pakenham

Ski Area has moved a step closer to being transformed from a winter playground into a four-season resort in the next five years. Mount Pakenham co-owner John Clifford said a $20,000 federal-provincial grant alloted Monday will cover two-thirds of the cost of a feasibility study currently underway. The owners will pay the remaining $10,000. “Without the grant, I could never afford to have a study of this magnitude done,” said Clifford. “I believe people in Eastern Ontario are looking for year-round recreation or I wouldn’t have started the study.

Clifford, the man responsible for bringing the first alpine slide to Canada, said he would like to see one installed at Mount Pakenham. The ski area is about 60 kilometres west of Ottawa. Among other ideas to be looked at in the study are a 27-hole golf course, a water slide and a condominium resort hotel. Total investment could exceed $10 million and Clifford said the study, expected to be completed next week, will tell him whether or not to proceed. But a good economic forcast is only a minor hurdle overcome. Clifford said the ideas will have to meet the approval of local municipalities, other shareholders and the land owners. At present, Mount Pakenham Ski Area includes 435 acres. The business leases another 400 acres and has an option to purchase an additional 500 acres. Clifford feels that’s adequate for the new resort.

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John Clifford has a dream. Picture a glittering $3-million year-round resort nestled at the bottom of Mount Pakenham, complete with 18-hole golf course and more than 200 brand new houses next to the ski hills. Impossible? Not for the man who put the Mont Ste-Marie and Mont Cascades ski centres on their feet. Clifford, who bought the Mount Pakenham ski centre, 40 kilometres west of Ottawa, in 1979, isn’t content with its seven hills, 35 km of cross-country trails within 1,200 acres, lounge and two chalets for cross-country skiers. He wants a bigger and better version on 1,900 acres with golf course, clubhouse and a 223-lot subdivision. And all he needs is 22 investors to share his dream for $30,000 each.

Clifford’s company, Mount Pakenham Resort Development Ltd., now has a five-man board of directors but they need more partners. They want each partner to invest $30,000– $10,000 to buy one of the lots at the resort and the remaining $20,000 to the company to finance the expansion. There are other hurdles to clear, of course. Pakenham Township approved the project in principle last month, but further approval is needed from the Lanark County land division committee and the Ontario Municipal Board. Because the project would mean the development of some 200 acres of farmland and because houses would be built next to existing homes in the area, the provincial agriculture and environment ministries also must be consulted.

However, officials in the region are supportive of the project and the 61-year-old former national ski champion is confident the project will soon get final approval, allowing work to begin on the first nine holes of the golf course this summer. In order to provide proper grass for the greens, construction of the nine holes would take two years to complete, he said. The entire project would be phased in over about 10 years.

Clifford feels the time is ripe for a year-round recreation centre in the area because he believes more Canadians will be working a four-day work week in the near future and enjoying more leisure time. “I feel this is a fantastic area for year-round recreation since it’s so close to the city. We’re only 25 minutes from Kanata, and we’re in the middle of the high-tech industry, which is located in Kanata and Almonte and the other towns around here. “I’m positive the four-day week is coming soon and I think it will do for recreation what the five-day work week did when it was introduced in the 1950s.

“It will give people more leisure time and they’ll become more active. With the four-day week, people will want golf in the summer and skiing in the winter.” Unlike many new developments, Clifford’s scheme has drawn little opposition from residents near the site. “It would be good for business,” said John Langford, operator of the Petro-Canada service station in Pakenham. “I like the idea,” said Alma Mann, owner of Mann’s Grocery. “It should mean more business for all of us.” Don Downey, a homeowner on the 11th Line, whose house is next to the project site, said he hadn’t seen Clifford’s plans but he had heard about them and was not opposed to the scheme. “I don’t think anybody is against it.” Pakenham Township Reeve Charlie GilIan said, “If anybody is capable of putting it together, John is. “But I expect he’s going to be subject to some pretty stringent phasing-in regulations.” Gillan said he had not heard of any opposition to the scheme.

Only one person interviewed by The Citizen, a woman who lives on the 11th Line who did not want to be identified, had reservations. “The golf course would be nice, and he (Clifford) is doing a good job with the ski hill, but the subdivision would mean more houses and higher taxes.” She’s afraid taxes would be raised because city people would buy the homes and then expect city-type service in the country. “The old swimming hole wouldn’t be good enough for them; we’d have to build a municipal pool. Then we’d have to provide better school facilities and raise the standard of the water. “They don’t realize that country living is country living, and that you shouldn’t get mad if a neighbor’s cow wanders onto your front yard and eats the grass.”

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But Clifford is used to succeeding. The former holder of national downhill, cross-country and water-skiing titles— of anybody he is capable of putting it together. John Clifford developed downhill skiing in the region in a big way after World War II when he built the first rope tow at Camp Fortune in 1915. Before that, only cross-country skiers used the hills. As well as starting the ski centres at Mont Ste-Marie and Mont Cascades, he erected the first all-steel T-bar in Canada, as well as the first double chairlift in Eastern Canada.

In 1958, he purchased Canadian distributing rights for the first snow-making machinery and he designed and installed snow-making equipment at 65 ski centres across the country. When he bought the Mount Pakenham ski centre, “there were only outdoor toilets when I arrived and only one hill was lit up for night skiing. There was no cross-country skiing and there was no lounge and the rental facilities were completely inadequate.” His first three winters there were disasters because of snow shortages, but he managed to hang on.

Today, the ski centre includes seven hills and 35 kilometres of cross-country trails within its 1,200 acres, as well as a variety of lifts and rope tows, a lounge, two chalets for cross-country skiers and warm, indoor toilets. He said the vertical drop on his hills is 280 feet, about the same as at Camp Fortune but well below the 750-foot drop at Calabogie Peaks, 50 kilometres to the west.

There is also a 45-lot subdivision at the foot of the ski hills. When completed, the expanded resort would comprise 1,960 acres and the Hilliard House, a local landmark on a hill just outside Pakenham, would become the golfers’ clubhouse. The golf club would be supported by memberships and green fees, Clifford said. His plans have drawn a favorable response from tourism officials. “John Clifford is an able operator and the government is very favorable to a four-season project,” said Jonathan Harris, a consultant with the provincial tourism ministry. He said the Eastern Ontario area is seen as having the greatest potential of any tourist region in the province and Clifford’s plan would help meet tourism targets.

Even Clifford’s closest competitor, Harold Murphy, wishes him well. “The area needs more recreation facilities to attract tourists,” said Murphy, who shares partnership of the Calabogie Peaks ski hills with other local investors. Murphy’s group is also expanding its facility to make it a year-round recreation centre. He said the group plans to develop its 2,500-foot waterfront ” on Calabogie Lake this year by building a marina, clubhouse and 50-unit hotel and providing sailing, sail-boarding and tennis facilities. The group spent $1 million on improvements to the centre’s 16 downhill ski runs, which are near the lake, in 1984. Andr6 Jean-Richard, general manager of the Mont Ste-Marie golf-ski centre 60 km north of Ottawa, said he wasn’t worried about competition from Clifford’s proposed project. “The more the merrier,” Jean-Richard said. “The more golf clubs there are the more golfers there will be, and that will mean more business for everyone.”

One of Clifford’s strong points in selling his project to Pakenham residents is that it will provide more jobs. He now employs 32 people full-time and 50 others part-time, and thinks he would need about 200 people full- and part-time when the entire project is completed. Also, local workers arnd businesses would benefit by the construction of some 220 houses because, he suggests, most of the work would be contracted to local businesses. “? As the developer, he would be responsible for building 6,550 feet of interior roads in the subdivision. It’s a big project io be taking on at 61 years of age, he admitted, and it will be his last. t And if he lives to see it completed, he will retireand enjoy his two favorite past-times: skiing and golf.

Andrea MacFarlane-Grieve


My season pass badges from 1969 and 1970.

Scot Moore


1989 Mt Pakenham ski shop! “The Shop”

Maddy Tuttle


Mt Pakenham
Ski Instructors

UPDATE-Brenda Deugo-Mills

Dad (Douglas Deugo) was one of the original owners and sold a section of his property (150 acres) to the two business men who started to develop the ski hill. An agreement between dad and the business owners was made and had been linked to the deed on the property when the transaction took place. Our father was very smart and to this day, the agreement is honoured for as long as the property is used for a ski resort. Russ Wilson and Andy Davison were the two original business owners. John Clifford came later. Russ Wilson and Andy Davison were the original founders. John bought from them at a later date and his family have had it since then. Our family skied there since the beginning…I’m impressed that Russ Wilson & Andy Davison had the vision and seeing it today, it’s an amazing family playground.

Lynne Barr

Brenda your Dad was the best!! I can’t tell you how many times Claire & I would walk from our homes in Pakenham carting our skis to the hill , ski all day with Shawn & he would drive us home💕 We were & are so lucky to have such a beautiful Ski Hill so close!!

Brenda Deugo-Mills

YES. We used to walk up to your place and put our downhill skis ⛷️ on and skate ski across the field. No drive, no problem. Such a fun part of the whole childhood memory. We always managed a drive home.

Tanya Giles

I remember it well, your Dad tried to convince us all to take up skiing. I remember trying to ski off the old deck at the house in my snow boots and an old set of boards. Perhaps a donation from the Deugo clan. It didn’t go well lol. I can still see your handsome Dad in his one piece snowsuit and my favourite hat he always wore in the cold months. Lovely man.

Lila Leach-James

According to my husband, his uncle Walter Bourk owned 50 acres of the hill but he cannot remember who he sold it to ! He remembers in the early 60’s, visiting Walters hunt camp situated there! The Bourks owned the farm that is now Pakenham Golf Club! There were owners after the Bourks before it became a golf course!

Myrna Timmins Bourk

My dad Ollie Timmins owned some of the property and some of the golf course property.

Lila Leach-James

Myrna Timmins Bourk you are correct according to Alf, the Timmins and Bourks owned a portion of it long before the others! Probably late 50’s Early 60’s someone bought the small portion to go with the entire hill! Of course. Back in early 1900s the Bourks owned where the golf course is and Alf’s mom Amy Bourk and her sisters would catch train in Pakenham to go to school in Almonte! Amy and two of her sisters became school teachers! Brother Walter attempted to farm the clay ground where golf course is and Bourk family lived in the big stone house!

Vicki Barr McDougall

Brenda Deugo-Mills Dad had the contract to clear the trees for Mount Pakenham but passed away before he could honour it. Laurie and I got skis for Christmas the year it opened and would ski to the Hill. Lots of great memories!…

Doris Quinn

My late spouse James Quinn and his brother Frank worked with the gang on making that ski hill.

The Clifford family still owns Mount Pakenham and all the info you need to know is here..CLICK

This was 2020 with my granddaughter and Sophia wth her Dad Perry who gets her thrills going down the mountain…her grandmother on the other hand LOLOL read- Misty Glen Mountain Snow Bunny Hop

Wm Lowe

“First Ski-Tow

In This District

The ski-tow erected by Norman Sadler on the farm of his brother, Nelson Sadler on the 10th line of Pakenham Township is now in operation at the week-ends.

As stated earlier it is located between the farms of Herbert Timmins and Stewart Currie and is about 500 feet in length.

This is the first time that a tow has been available in this area and it is expected that it will act as a fillip(sic) to this popular winter sport. The chief reason for this is that it is lots of fun going downhill and not so funny crow-footing it back to the top.

Those who have tried the hills are very pleased with the lay-out. Refreshments are available and a place to get warm.

For those who are not familiar with the local geography, the usual route is via the 10th line (ie) past Almonte High School, down to Blakeney, turn right, keep left of the C.P.R. tracks at Snedden and proceed two miles farther.”

The Almonte Gazette, January 7, 1960

Misty Glen Mountain Snow Bunny Hop

Plum Hollow Witch and The Mountain Man of Pakenham

Francis Shaw Pakenham Postmaster Gone Missing —Elizabeth Shaw — Residential School Teacher

The Mystery of the Masonic Rock – Pakenham

Anne Wheatley Almonte —- Lucy Poaps Clippings

Anne Wheatley Almonte —- Lucy Poaps Clippings

Cherilyn Giles

So sad. I had her as a teacher in Naismith for both grade 4 and 5. She was my favorite teacher and 1 I truly respected. She was a tough teacher but she taught me what respect was and how to use ur manners properly. When my daughter was going to Naismith I ran into another teacher I had and we talked about Mrs Weatley. I told her how much she ment to me…she asked me to write her a letter telling her this. The next week she told me when she read it she cried. I will always remember this beautiful lady.

Louise E. Mundt

Beautiful lady…taught my son Jamie and always asked how he was doing for years!I also knew Anne through the church..we shared some great conversations together.She knew she would be with Jesus for eternity…we have lost a wonderful lady!

Heather-Lee McDonald

Mrs. Wheatley will forever remain the teacher that taught me to believe in myself. My heart is broken to hear of her passing. She was a very special lady and will always hold a place in my heart. Sending love and light to her family.

Carey Ayre

Very sad to hear, very nice lady,and teacher,I also got to babysit her grandson,she will be greatly miss , really good teacher,I will never forget her😓🌹

Aamina Badran

Wonderful woman. She never let me leave without taking a treat from the candy dish. She taught me how to make patchwork Christmas ornaments. I’ll miss visiting her and seeing all her fabulous brooches. She wore a different one almost every day. God take care of you Anne, Rest In Peace.

Marlyn James

I had the pleasure of meeting Anne while working as a PSW at Orchard View. She was a wonderful lady that will truly be missed

Susan May

One of the best teachers my boys had, she touched many young lives in her long career.

Darlene Monette

Mrs. Wheatley was one of my favourite teachers at Church St. school. I had the chance to let her know that a few years ago when we met by chance in Renfrew. She was a wonderful, caring lady.

Kelly Kane

Mrs Wheatley was my favourite teacher and gave me my love of reading and she was so delighted when as an adult I called her on the phone to tell her just that. she will always be remembered. 💕😓

Dianne Lynch

A wonderful lady who put up with me for many years, as my teacher and as the mother of a friend! This woman will always hold a special place in my heart!!

Tracy Sullivan

So her name was Anne ? Wow. I recall she was very strict with us. But her history lessons, reading to us about Sir Francis Drake and all the explorers from a red textbook were unforgettable. Never forgotten

RIP Mrs Wheatley 🙏

Marjorie Gaw

The men and women of this generation contributed so much to their community…we must never forget.. we can do that by continuing to remember on a platform like this.. where friends and strangers can learn about the dedication of the people who came before us to build a great community.

Tracy Giles-Thompson

Mrs. Wheatley was my grade 4 and 6 teacher at Naismith. RIP!💕X

Linda MacFarlane

Mrs Wheatley …a great teacher she was . Kept us all in line with just a look 😊 🤗

Christine Dalgity

She inspired my love of books and reading. The way she read the stories to us, made them come to life. Every time I hear The Secret Garden, or Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, I think of Mrs. Wheatley, sitting in her chair at the front of the room and me, being completely engaged in her reading.

Sarah Hall

Like Christine I vividly recall her reading the Secret Garden and bible stories to us in class and being completely in the zone listening to her.

She was a lovely lady who did much for her school and community. She will be missed ❤️

Jennifer E Ferris

Aw no, so sorry to hear this.

She was a lovely lady, and will be dearly missed.

I remember running into her often at yard sales. She and Mrs G would be wandering g around together.

Rip my dear

Thanks to the scrapbook of Lucy Connelly Poaps here is Marian Elgood Marie Dunn and Anne Wheatley of the Almonte Crazy Quilters July 2000

In Memory of Peter McCallum –Almonte’s Grand Old Lady

In Memory of David Scharf — Almonte United Church Tragedy

The History of the Almonte General Hospital in 1970

In Memory of Silver Cross Mothers — thanks to Stuart McIntosh

John Menzies Registrar Almonte – Genealogy

Diane Duncan Historian — Almonte

Diane Duncan Historian — Almonte

I found this article from the Sabourin Scrapbooks andI don’t think some peoplerealize how much Diane Duncan has done for our local history. So today I decided to[ut in just a FEW things she has done.

Thanks to Diane Duncan

by J. R. Ernest Miller

Ernest Miller describes life on a farm in the early 20th century and details some of the changes that have occurred in the village of Glen Tay, Ontario through this period. Tayside Farms was known internationally for its holstein breeding stock in the 1970-80’s. In retirement Ernie was a major contributor to the documentation of early Lanark County history.

You can get the book here..


So many stories that you can enjoy here CLICK

Diane Duncan · 

Resharing a photo of one of my first Caldwell Street classes. My copy is in storage at the moment!

read Diane Duncan;s blog.. Glen Tay Public School Photos

Posted by Diane on October 28, 2018 in Community & Family History, Featured Flag | 0 comments

I’ve been focusing on some personal memories for a class assignment the past few weeks and I am now trying to put together some information on the Glen Tay public school otherwise known as SS#3 Bathurst Township, Lanark County, Ontario. CLICK

Two years ago or more I thought I had taken research on this family as far as necessary. I recently revisited that work and two month later, with many additions and adjustments to my original work, I can now share the information I have gathered on the Robert Boyle and Janet Miller family – 3rd great grand aunt and uncle. This couple emigrated and started over twice, once as newcomers to Lanark County about 1821 and a second time in 1865-66 as seniors in their sixties and seventies. Both times they emigrated they began with ‘raw’ land. Can you envision doing this? This is a long one but I hope some of you will make it to the end.😊 CLICK

I am fortunate that my father was a genealogist. As I use digital sources I frequently find his work cited as a source. ( JR Ernest Miller).

So many stories that you can enjoy here CLICK

Blast from the past 2007 thanks to the scrapbook of Lucy Connelly Poaps A contributor to the LCGS and renowned local writer.. Diane Duncan and her husband Don receiving a copy of Dr. Tom Todd’s book — with Diane Duncan.

The last of my 2020 covid quilts. One of my favorites with Laura Ashley fabrics purchased on Liberty St (I think) London in 1976. My stash busting will continue in 2021!

William Millar, Farmer No. 14, 2nd Concession of Dalhousie 1820

The Invincible Margaret Baird of Lanark

“Lanark is my Native Land” -Master Clarence Whiticar 1930

The Faerie Gates of Lanark County

These are a few things she has provided information on….