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The Old House on Munro Line –Yuill Family History

The Old House on Munro Line –Yuill Family History

Thanks to Shelly Marriner for all these lovely memories.

We had a wonderful time yesterday with Aunt Dorothy❤ We visited the old house on Munro Line off the Tatlock Rd that was built in 1850. This is where our Great Great Grandfather built their first home on the 100 acres that was granted to them. ( They were the very first people to be granted land in that area).

On the same property, is the newer house that Aunt Dorothy’s Uncle Huey built (Grandpa Munro’s brother). Grandma Yuill moved back with her parents to this house just before her youngest brother Uncle Wilbert was born. Aunt Dorothy was also born in this house and she lived there until she was nine months old.

She then moved to the house on the Darling road with Grandma and Grandpa Yuill. Grandma Yuill had Aunt Eileen,Aunt Alma, and Aunt Blanche (they were all born at home) and they lived there until they moved to the house on Old Perth Road. My mom was the only one born in the hospital in 1945. ( I hope I have gotten this all straight 😀) Aunt Dorothy said to us while we were there ” This is a nice old place, and I don’t know, if it is because I was born here, but I have an attraction to this place. 💕💕 So happy to have had the opportunity to learn more about our family.

Cora Yuill’s Last Poem –The House That Had its Day

Conversations with Agatha Yuill –The Buchanan Scrapbook

Walter Mather Yuill — Died at age 28
The Robbing of the Honey Pot- Andrew Cochrane Ramsay Yuill
Clippings of Mrs. Joseph Yuill – Margaret Yuill
Ralph and Iris Yuill
The Hart Children of Lanark — Laurie Yuill

Notes on Alexander and Joseph Yuill
Mrs. Joseph Yuill of Ramsay Makes Butter
Middleville Photos — Laurie Yuill

Turning Back to the Clock Agnes “Aggie” Yuill– The Buchanan Scrapbook

Archie Yuill –The Buchanan Scrapbook Clippings

Hodgins Bros. Ltd Thoburn Mill 1950s

Hodgins Bros. Ltd Thoburn Mill 1950s

September 1958

Hodgins Bros. Ltd., manufacturers of heating equipment and other similar accessories, began operations in their plant here on Monday. They purchased the for­mer Thoburn Woollen Mills building some months ago with the intention of removing certain of their activities from Ottawa where they have been established for years.

One of the brothers, William, was in town for the last few days and he stated that the Company did not expect to employ more than six or seven men for the balance of the year. For a start they are manufacturing tanks, here, mostly for oil and as will be seen from an advertisement elsewhere in this issue of the paper are looking for another electric arc welder.

For the last few months the Company has had one Almonte man on the payroll training him for the job and he will draw his first pay here, tomorrow. It is the intention of the Company to train men for their technical work which is quite particular, as everyone knows, in the case of heating apparatus.

To people walking along Little Bridge Street these last few days it was pleasant to , hear the sound of work going on again in the long idle plant. It was also cheerful to see the windows lighted again and the lurid reflection of the welding machines for several hours in the evening.

Also read-The Sad Saga of The Almonte Furniture Factory


More Tales from the Thoburn Mill

Is Samuel Shaard Lying in the “Cement” of the Thoburn Mill?

Tears From the Old Gears of the Mills

Bits and Pieces of William Thoburn and the House on Union Street

Time for the Harvest Excursion!!!!

Time for the Harvest Excursion!!!!

Thanks to Stuart McIntosh–Although this pic is from the 1939 grain harvest in Saskatchewan, it includes the 2 gentlemen on the left from the Almonte area: Bill McIntosh and Fred Dunlop.

Bill was working for the Steele family of Ramsay twsp. when he left with Fred on the excursion. One of Bill’s sayings to those he drove for was: “If I’m driving ‘em, I’m feeding ‘em. Apparently he felt some farmers didn’t feed enough oats to a working horse.

A number of our Middleville community left, or are going West to the 1956 harvest fields in the prairie provinces, Manitoba and Alberta, namely: Lyall Mather, Harry and Frank Mitchell, Ian Drew, Charles McKay, David Lawson, Lome Somerville and Alden Affleck. Sept 1958

Howard Stoner of Cayuga, Ont., worked for about $2.50 per day in Manitoba in 1908; Bob Yates was happy at $4, while others claimed it was possible to earn as much as $6 or $7 for a day’s work in the mid-1920s.

A large contingent from this section left on the harvest excursion. While one of the trains was at the station here several of the young men on the train indulged in filthy remarks to the people on the platform and Chief Lowry spoke to one of them about his language. The young man went into the train and just as it was starting secured a dish of water and dashed it in the chief’s face through the car window. The chief boarded the train and securing his man, had the train stopped and took him off. He was brought before the magistrate and soaked $7 for his fun and departed on a late train, a sadder, but wiser man.

The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
03 Sep 1906, Mon • Page 10

Harvest Home women.. Black and white postcard of women in field in Elgin, Ontario around 1905.

. Photos from Aggie Yuill’s photo album.. 

For almost 40 years, harvest excursions were organized in Eastern Canada to assist prairie farmers with the grain harvest. Thousands of men and women were recruited, no experience necessary, and transported out west to work in the fields, to ensure that Canada maintained its reputation as the breadbasket of the world. The excursions were a huge undertaking and were absolutely critical for a successful harvest.First conceived by the Canadian Pacific Railway in 1890, the annual harvest excursion quickly became a popular tradition, a tradition that contributed in no small way to the significance of the wheat economy to the western prairies and to the country at large. Harvest of the wheat crop was essential to Canada’s food supply, to consumers at home and abroad, and especially to individual farmers and their families.

The harvest excursions were immensely popular, and by any measure, the numbers were impressive. During the 1890s, excursionists rarely exceeded more than a few thousand each year, but after 1900 and through the middle years of World War I, harvesters headed west in the thousands, over 30,000 in 1911 alone. In 1917, with most able-bodied men in uniform or in the munitions industry, the CPR doubled its efforts with an urgent appeal to the patriotic spirit and succeeded in attracting more than 40,000 men and women harvesters.

Postwar excursions were no less popular. From 1920 through 1928, it is estimated that the number of harvesters averaged close to 39,000 per year with peak numbers of 50,450 in 1923 and 52,225 in 1928. In 1929, the wheat market collapsed and with the onset of the economic depression, the harvest excursion had reached the end of the line.

The annual harvest excursion was important to the CPR for two major reasons: One, it was critical for the prairies, the country at large and the company that the grain harvest be completed in a timely fashion. Two, the company held vast tracts of land on the Prairies and the excursions were an excellent means to advertise the West since every excursionist was a potential settler. In addition, since the CPR was the only transcontinental railway in the country until after the turn of the century, it was the only means of transportation for people and products to move from west to east to west.

Jul 28, 1891: the first annual Harvest Excursion train departs Toronto, carrying temporary workers to help western grain farmers. These trains ran for three decades and were a lucrative source of income for farm labourers and students looking for summer employment.

And history hasn’t taken too much notice of them. No records have been kept by either of the big railways and newspaper files yield a prosaic and fragmentary story. When the excursions were running they were too commonplace to be news.

But tens of thousands of men who went on them still have nostalgic memories—jampacked colonist cars filled with farmers, schoolboys, lumberjacks, factory hands, roustabouts, adventurers; the smell of “Catholic hay,” as French-Canadian home-cured tobacco was called and the smell of sweat and socks; the subdued strains of Seeing Nellie Home on a mouth organ from the other end of the car at night; the talk—cheerful, mendacious, foul, enlightening, but seldom boring; the friendships quickly formed and later bonded with the common experience of aching muscles, alkali sickness, violent bunkhouse East vs. West debates, hard work, sound sleep and (generally) good plentiful food.

Comments From the Valley

More on the Secret Life of Ginseng in Lanark County-Everett Milotte

More on the Ginseng Garden Co.in Lanark– Clippings 1905-1914

Memories of Days of Wood Piles Water Plugs and Bushwackers – Carleton Place Railroad

What was a Fowl Supper?

Here’s to Verna May Wilson Hadlock’s Shoes Linda Knight Seccaspina

Here’s to Verna May Wilson Hadlock’s Shoes Linda Knight Seccaspina

I was a child who missed the saddle shoes of the 40s and the 50s by a few years, but my High School friend and neighbour Verna May Wilson Hadlock made up for me. I really don’t wander around beginning conversations about saddle shoes these days, but when the subject comes up I once again express my opinions. It seems the more I age, my bag of opinions overflows solely supported by personal observations of course.

I do remember hearing Verna telling me how her Mother became hysterical at the sight of the new saddle shoes when she returned home after her first day at school. They were scuffed and gave the appearance of having gone through a small war, but that was the “in” way to wear saddle shoes.

Some of you will remember the old days of saddle shoes when you bought them sparkling white and clean, and then you tried your very hardest to get them dirty before the kids at school got the chance to do the job for you. Seems nice white saddle shoes just weren’t the thing in those days, and it was very painful to have your friends trying to take every inch of “bark“ off the uppers of your saddle shoes.

Day after day a bit more wear and tear became noticeable. Just about the time you really got the uppers of your saddle shoes to the point where they were socially acceptable with the “In” crowd the main part of the shoe began to deteriorate– and it was time to get a new pair.

There were all sorts of things Verna Wilson did with saddle shoes. She would change her laces to match an outfit and I swear some neighbours peeked out of their Albert Street Venetian blinds on a daily basis to see what she had done. But, this was a girl that came home at lunchtime to change into another fresh white blouse that she wore with her navy blue school tunic, and she was just so perfect in my eyes.

Verna mentioned there was a professional scuffer at Cowansville High School that would scuff your saddle shoes for a nominal price. I heard that his scuffing business was so popular that you had to wait as long as three or four days to get his attention.

In 1972 the style of saddle shoes came back.There were those of my friends who thought the return of saddle shoes was the best thing since Lucky Charms and Lava Lamps. Then, there were two or three, and myself, who said they didn’t care for the entire situation. As would be expected, there were a few old timers that had to throw in their two cents and tell “us kids” about the “olden days” of shoewear.

My style, once older, never followed Verna, but it did involve my Grandmother’s borrowed pearls, lace up brown orthopaedic shoes with a scent of Evening in Paris. I was also so mesmerised with tap dancing that sometimes I taped nickels on the bottom of my shoes. The coins also  came in handy for a call on an emergency payphone. Can you even imagine– a nickel? But, after months of wearing them my father began calling them “clodhoppers”– as that’s what they used to call big shoes that just didn’t fit well anymore.

In Grade 7 I wandered into Hashim’s Clothing store on South Street and fondled the most god awful shoes you can imagine. They were vinyl lime green elf shoes trimmed with fringe. What I saw in those shoes I have no idea, but I had to have them. My father relented and came to Hashims and spoke with the salesclerk about the possibilities of getting deformed toes from being squeezed into those pointy shoes. She assured him of course with the words of a podiatrist that I should be fine. As I glance at my large claw toes today that look like they grew like wayward tree roots I am reminded that yes, those shoes had something to do with my toes after wearing them in the rain sleet and snow.

Shoes have always been part of everyone’s lives and they can either afford you the adoration of your peers, or jeers from the cool kids table in the lunchroom. Should we get back into the Hush Puppies era, or can we just stop now at Saddle Shoes and Loafers? Did you know that the shoes we wore actually changed the shape of our feet over the course of our lives? As Leonardo DaVinci once said, “The human foot is a masterpiece of engineering and a work of art.”  Maybe so, but after a lifetime of fashionable shoes, my feet are no masterpieces– they in fact looked like very scuffed Saddle shoes that no one would want– and that my friends is going easy on them.

A Few Mementos for the Queen from Readers

A Few Mementos for the Queen from Readers

Elaine MacLeod


Phillip came to me today,

and said it was time to go.

I looked at him and smiled,

as i whispered that “I know”

I then turned and looked behind me,

and seen I was asleep.

All my Family were around me,

and I could hear them weep.

I gently touched each shoulder,

with Phillip by my side.

Then I turned away and walked,

with My Angel guide.

Phillip held my hand,

as he lead the way,

to a world where King’s and Queens,

are Monarch’s every day.

I was given a crown to wear

or a Halo known by some.

The difference is up here,

they are worn by everyone.

I felt a sense of peace,

my reign had seen its end.

70 years I had served my Country,

as the peoples friend.

Thank you for the years,

for all your time and love.

Now I am one of two again,

in our Palace up above.

By Heartfelt

By Anne Blackford

Caroline Anderson

I am feeling very sad right now. Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth 1926 -2022.
Kathleen B Anderson 1926 -2022.
My Mom was a few months older than the Queen. I think my had hoped to live longer than the Queen. Instead they died 2 weeks apart.
I have always admired Her Majesty. I was not a Royal follower. Loved her dedication to her horses and her Corgies.
And amazed at how long the Queen reigned.

Kelly Reagan
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I remember being around 12-13 years old standing in front of one of the rare television sets in our neighborhood watching Princess Elizabeth being crowned Queen of England. I’ve always admired her courage and grace. She leaves behind a legacy that will be hard to match- Connie Payton

Sharon Sinfield

A beautiful lady inside and out!
And what a legacy she leaves behind.
The world will miss you

Robyn Olson-Majuary
Hearing the news of the Queen reminded me of this photo when my Dad met the Queen and King several years ago.
Rest in Peace Queen Elizabeth.

Dennis Charlebois
A sad day in the commonwealth. She was the best example of grace and humility I could ever imagine

Dan McShane
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The girls saw children at Buckingham palace placing flowers in honour of the Queen… then they went outside and picked three flowers for us to ‘lay for the Queen’. 😢 💕

Her Majesty the Queen.
May your soul reunite with those you loved most 🐾
Today is a very sad day as we see the passing of our Queen Elizabeth II 🇬🇧
Over 70 years on the throne, didn’t she do it with style & class ✨

Rideau Lakes and Area History And Genealogy
Sue Warren   
On this sad day here is a picture of the Queen and Prince Philip in Ottawa with lockmaster James Pyne of Davis Lock and other local people including my grandmother Alice Warren

From Joy Baetz-
This was a photo taken in 1953 at a parade in Almonte. Dad (Norm Sadler) built the little house and you can see the Queen’s photo and the sign saying God save the Queen. Bob Sadler in the stroller.

Dead Mules and Donkey Baseball

Dead Mules and Donkey Baseball
Evening Despatch
Birmingham, West Midlands, England
11 Oct 1911, Wed  •  Page 3

The Kingston Whig-Standard
Kingston, Ontario, Canada
27 Apr 1916, Thu  •  Page 6

The Kingston Whig-Standard
Kingston, Ontario, Canada
27 Apr 1916, Thu  •  Page 6

Altoona Times
Altoona, Pennsylvania
08 Sep 1916, Fri  •  Page 10

The Baltimore Sun
Baltimore, Maryland
24 Jun 1966, Fri  •  Page 13

Donkey baseball was a ball game played on donkeys. Real live donkeys. Thus the term—Donkey baseball. It was an erroneous term, actually, as it was, literally, donkey softball. A regulation softball was used, regulation bats, regulation gloves, everything. With that one slight revision seven donkeys were in the field and the fielders had to ride them. (For some reason no short fielder was used then in this form of softball. Maybe they only had seven donkeys.)

That was back when you could before they changed the rules on pitchers whip your arm around as many times as you wished before releasing the ball. Anyhow, donkey baseball was greeted with great enthusiasm! Actually, the “visiting team” was in the employ of the promoter. The guy who owned the donkeys. They wore jerseys with the name of any town likely to be hated when it came up against the local teams. Everybody in the field, except the pitcher and catcher, sat more or less alertly at least in the opening innings — aboard their respective asses. The hitter stood on the ground to bat, but when he hit the ball he had to jump up on his donkey and start urging it to-It ward first base. You can imagine how that went!!!

The Baltimore Sun
Baltimore, Maryland
24 Jun 1966, Fri  •  Page 13
Thanks to Sandy FranceHere’s a pic from the early 50’s of a parade before the donkey baseball. Jim Brown of Strathburn Dairy is holding the donkey and Thorpe Kelly of Peterson’s Ice Cream is riding the donkey. The event was sponsored by the Almonte Lions Club.–

The Ottawa Journal
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
03 Jul 1936, Fri  •  Page 17

The Ottawa Journal
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
07 Jul 1936, Tue  •  Page 15

House Of David

Ray Paquette— During the 1950s, the ball park was the site of games featuring teams of “barnstorming” American professional baseball players who played local teams. The purpose was to raise money in support of local baseball. One such team, “The House of David” featured two things: all the players sported full beards and the game was played at night under lights atop of standards that were brought to town by the visitors. For baseball fans, playing under the lights was an added draw. It’s hard to believe that night baseball was played in Carleton Place before it was played at Wrigley Field, home of the Chicago Cubs! It was quite an experience for young boys at the time–Baseball in Carleton Place —- Pollock Cup Winners and The House of David

Baseball in Carleton Place —- Pollock Cup Winners and The House of David

The Symphony of the Louisville Slugger and Sam Bat

The Glory Days of “Lefty” Hill of Carleton Place

It’s The McNeely’s Baseball Team!

Armchair Tourism in Carleton Place- What are Baseball Bats Used for in Movies?

What Does the Superior and The Candy Kitchen have in Common?

What Does the Superior and The Candy Kitchen have in Common?

Mr. Claude Sylvah, proprietor of the Superior confectionery store and ice cream parlour, Mill street, Almonte, has purchased “The Candy Kitchen,” a well known business of the same kind in Smiths Falls.  Mr. Sylvah came to Almonte three ‘years ago from Smiths Falls and bought out the retail stand of the Peterson Ice Cream Co. on Mill street. Read-It Started in the Candy Kitchen Restaurant– Kerfoot Fire Smiths Falls

At this time Mr. Peterson had decided to devote his time to the manufacturing end of the ice cream trade and to his newly established milk and cream business. Mr. Sylvah was one of the most energetic young businessmen that ever struck the town. He developed the business on Mill Street by leaps and bounds adding a number of new lines as he went along.

Eventually he brought his brother Arthur to Almonte and employed him as an assistant. Arthur will continue to manage the business here while Claude will be in charge of operations at Smiths Falls. The success of Mr. Sylvah since coming to Almonte has been phenomenal and is almost entirely attributable to his ability and energy. He opened in the midst of a worldwide depression in a quiet town and succeeded in spite of discouraging conditions. His many friends wish him well in his new venture and are glad that he will continue to operate his excellent store in Almonte under the capable supervision of his brother, assisted by Mr. Arthur Scott.

And now the ‘Sup’ where high school folks
Met after school for cherry cokes.
The jukebox playing Frankie songs,
While Dinty served our happy throng.–Noreen Syme (née Kealey)  click

Smiths Falls Candy Kitchen 

One of the most up-to-date ice cream parlours and confec- 

tionery businesses in town is the Smiths Falls Candy Kitchen. 

All candies sold in this store are made on the premises. The 

Ice Cream Parlour is one of the most comfortable and elaborate 

that can be found in any of the Ottawa Valley Towns. 

The business of the Candy Kitchen increases yearly and 

Manager Katinas says that the reasons for his being able to hold and add to the trade are that only the best quality of goods are sold, the best service rendered, and the greatest variety of fancy and delicious confections sold to the public. 

Once a visitor, you will always be a patron of the Candy Kitchen. 

Smiths Falls-Corner of Beckwith St. North and Main St. On our weekly grocery shopping trip from our cottage at Rideau Ferry if we kids were well behaved we would be taken to the Sweet Shop for a treat. I always had a chocolate soda. c1958

It Started in the Candy Kitchen Restaurant– Kerfoot Fire Smiths Falls

What Did You Eat at the Superior? Comments Comments Comments and a 1979 Review

What Was the David Harum Ice Cream Sundae Sold in Lanark County?

My Fondest Memories of Almonte –Marty Taylor

From Chocolate to Lofts- Memories of Patterkrisp Candy?

Superior Sign in Almonte — What’s the Difference?

Saturday Date with “Thee Deuce” in Almonte

Was Engine CPR 2802 a Killer Train? Brent Eades

Was Engine CPR 2802 a Killer Train? Brent Eades

From Brent Eades

Hi Linda, I just came across this clipping from the online Gazette that I saved months ago, but I didn’t note the date at the time. Early 50s I think. What’s really interesting about it is the line “It is said that the engine pulling the freight was 2802, the same one that plowed into the Pembroke local at the Almonte station Dec. 27th, 1942 causing the worst wreck in Canadian history.” If that’s true, that could be a really interesting story I’ll leave this with you.

Thanks Brent!!!

Did you know? An engine that had a life span of 49 years?

ALMONTE, Ont., (CP) A 12-year-old boy, stepping aside to push three younger companions to safety, was killed Thursday when a freight train suddenly bore down on them as the boys were heading across a railway bridge to their favorite swimming hole. The victim was Freddie Leach, son of Mr. and Mrs. Fred Leach of this town. 45 miles southwest of Ottawa. He died instantly from head injuries suffered when struck by the Canadian Pacific Railway train as it caught up to him near the end of the 500-foot bridge.

His three companions Gerald Clement, 9; Gerry Waddell. 9; and Billie Anderson, 8 reached safety without injury and sobbed out a story of how Freddie saved their lives. Waddell said Freddie was leading the group across the railway bridge when the sound of a train whistle sounded behind them. Freddie stepped aside and shouted to them to run for their lives. This is the way Waddell told the story: I turned around and saw the engine of a train just hitting the end of the bridge. It was coming up behind us, and I yelled and we all started to run. Freddie let me and Gerry and Billie go ahead, cause were littler. We ran as hard as we could but I never thought we could make it.

All I remember is reaching the west end of the bridge and throwing myself to one side. The engine roared by me just as I leaped. I felt the steam on my bare legs as I dove off the track. When I stopped rolling I got up and saw the other two boys, but we didnt see Freddie. Then we saw him. He was lying in a bloody lump about 50 feet away. Young Anderson said he knew “Freddie must have waited to let us start, because he had been walking ahead. “If it hadnt been for him, he added, “we might all have been killed.

The train was stopped in little more than its own length and the crew ran back to provide assistance. Doctors pronounced Freddie dead on arrival.

The Windsor Star

Windsor, Ontario, Canada21 Jul 1950, Fri  •  Page 19

The 2802, standing on the shop track at West Toronto on November 1, 1957. The 2802 likely looked much like this in 1942, without those “elephant ear” smoke deflectors.1942, December 27 – Almonte, Canadian Pacific, Chalk River subdivision.

It was designated by C.P. as Passenger Extra 2802 East, (2802 being its engine number, a C.P. Hudson [4-6-4] type locomotive), crewed by engineer Lome Richardson and fireman Sam Thompson.

The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
09 Jan 1943, Sat  •  Page 21


Passenger Extra 2802 East was carrying soldiers and other military personnel from Red Deer, Alta., to Halifax, where they would deploy overseas to Europe’s theatre of war. Hurtling through the night, its engine, caboose and 13 metal coaches weighed more than 1,000 tons.

After 32 years working on freight trains, Smiths Falls native Lorne Richardson was making his inaugural run as engineer of a passenger train. Sixty-four-year-old conductor John Howard, meanwhile, also a Smiths Falls resident, had been a CPR conductor since 1911, five years after he joined the company as a porter. He had another year to go before retirement.

Richardson, Howard and the rest of the crew of 2802 knew the 550 was ahead of them. They’d been given orders to keep a fast train while maintaining a safe distance — 20 minutes — between the two trains. It was a difficult task given that the troop train had no speed gauge and no way of knowing exactly how fast, or slow, the 550 was travelling, except when they arrived at the stations the 550 had recently left. In such cases, the troop train would be purposely held back to restore the 20-minute gap.

Following train No. 550 was a 13-car troop train from western Canada, bound for Montreal, via Chalk River, Carleton Place and Smiths Falls on the Chalk River subdivision, and then via the Winchester sub. to its destination. It was designated by C.P. as Passenger Extra 2802 East, (2802 being its engine number, a C.P. Hudson [4-6-4] type locomotive), crewed by engineer Lome Richardson and fireman Sam Thompson. Train 550’s engine and train crew were unaware that they were being closely followed by a passenger extra but, even so, at Almonte, under the rules of the day they should have been “protecting” (with fusees) the rear of their train as it was outside “station limits” by 170 feet (as defined by the rule book). At Almonte the local was 40 minutes late, arriving there at 8:32 P.M

1942, December 27 – Almonte, Canadian Pacific, Chalk River subdivision.

The Ottawa Journal
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
20 Jul 1950, Thu  •  Page 16

Margaret Lisinski– Survivor of the Almonte Train Wreck

A Personal Letter John Reid, Almonte 1942

Fred Gauthier Survivor — 6 Months 1 Day –1942 Almonte Train Wreck – Vern Barr

The Removal of the CPR Train Station– Almonte –1978

Gravelle Toshack Almonte Farmer Killed By Train

Train Wreck January 21, 1969– Almonte Gazette

Names Names and More Names of Almonte Train Accident plus McDowall Family 1917

Miraculous Escapes– Almonte Train Wreck

Cpl. James H. Clifford and Miss Marion  McMillan-Survivors of the Almonte Train Wreck

Lanark County Folk –Ethel McIntosh Ramsbottom — Russell Ramsbottom

Lanark County Folk –Ethel McIntosh Ramsbottom — Russell Ramsbottom
The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
04 Jul 1932, Mon  •  Page 8

From Stuart McIntosh
My Aunt Ethel McIntosh Ramsbottom recalled helping her grandmother making soap. “ They saved hardwood ashes in a barrel in the winter and in the spring the barrel was set on a base so that the edge was out over it. A hole was bored in the side of the barrel near the bottom and an iron pot set on the ground under the barrel. The boys and I carried water and put it on the ashes, and as it leached the ashes, the lye collected in the iron pot.

This was put in an iron cooler along with water and grease, and boiled over a fire most of the day. It had to be stirred often, a tedious job as the cooler was set on a stone foundation with a hollow under the fire. We used a stick(often a broom handle for stirring the soap.
When it was cooled enough, we put out the fire and put salt and water in the soap and left it till the next morning. At that time it would be firm enough to cut into bars and these would be set out on boards in the shed to harden.

The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
29 Sep 1982, Wed  •  Page 50
RAMSBOTTOM, Russell, 1902 – 1982, his wife Ethel R. McIntosh, 1906 –     , Keith 1946 – 1969.

Families such as the Peacocks, Robertsons, Ramsbottom and Campbells also settled in the Rosetta area, the first earliest recorded burial was Robert Stoddart, in 1828.

Mr. Campbell entered Victoria Hospital, Montreal, March. 27th. Before going there he had been ill four weeks, and twice in that time his life was despaired of. But he gained strength rapidly, and was doing as well as could be expected until a day or two before his removal. A week ago on Friday last he underwent an operation, which was highly successful and promised the most favorable results, but on Monday of last week he took a change for the worse, requiring a second operation the following day. He suffered intensely after this operation, but remained conscious up to the last few minutes of his life. Characteristic of his business-like turn of mind was his action in settling all his bills with the hospital authorities a few hours before his death. Deceased was a son of the late Arch. Campbell, of Lanark township, and was born forty-one years ago on the farm now occupied by Mr. John Ramsbottom, jr.

James, m. Margaret Edwards, lived on Arklan Farm, part of original grant. (Arklan) Brice, m. Margaret Elizabeth Lynch On Burgess farm, on Lake Avenue. John J., (Ashton) Arnold W. (Taxi Driver) Willard Mrs. Wm.Simpson Mrs. Ray Kennedy Mrs. Horace Coleman Mrs. Jack Yeaman (Faye) Mrs. Robert Service Brice,m. Frank, m. Jessie Boale Isabel,m. Wm.Pierce Arthur,d.,m. Margaret Erena James Kathleen,m. Barry Fraser Norman Helen,m. Eugene Bezak Mildred, m. J.A. Lynch Margaret J., m. Mr. Price Eliza Anne, m. Mr. Ramsbottom Daughter went to St. Hilda’s.m. Rev. Grant Sparling Also adopted son. Nathaniel D. Moore, Blacksmith in Carleton Place–Family now in Washington State, USA Seven Children

People of Lanark County Andrew Dunlop 1944

People of Lanark County –The Rest of the Story — Weitzenbauer – Maberly

Allan Barratt– Pakenham– People of Lanark County

People of Lanark County — Mrs. Charlie Rintoul

Sweetest Man in Lanark County — Harry Toop Honey Maker