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Comments About Bill Bennett

Comments About Bill Bennett
photo carleton place and beckwith heritage museum

Katie ChallenMy husband, daughter and I recently moved into “Butcher” Bill’s and Lois Bennett’s house on Flora Street. We’ve heard so many lovely stories about them since coming here. I’ve been doing a bit of research on the Bennett family…what a legacy! We’re currently working on cleaning up the garage, which apparently housed the delivery horses for Bennett’s Meat Market.

Kevin Kennedy-he was a hell of a hockey coach you will be missed

Bonnie E. HanhamGreat picture! ! I also went through the back door. He always said “Hi Doc” when I came in the store.

Jan McCarten SansomBennett’s seniors lived above the shop first, then later Tinslays….my grandparents lived next door at the time of the winter picture above was taken .

Doug B. McCartenSo sad to hear the news of Bill’s passing in 2014! I’m with you Jan McCarten Sansom really brings back memories!! The apartment upstairs was occupied by Vic….(Lancaster?)and his wife and family. He worked at Findlays. Whenever we went to the butcher shop we always went in to the butcher shop the back way through the storeroom into the shop. They were great neighbours. Here is a picture of the side of the store the winter that we moved into the house next door. Brrrrrr

Photo- Doug McCarten

Donna RogersI remember Mr Bennett and the Butcher shop. He was always so nice. I loved the smell of the Butcher shop. RIP

Lara LaFreniereBill and Lois have been our neighbours for almost 20 years. Couldn’t ask for better people. It is amazing that you posted this photo as Bill always said out of all his dogs, his Springer was his favourite, which is why we picked a Springer when we got a dog

I would love to add more….

Bennett’s store on William St- Community Comments

James Gordon Bennett — Know Your Carleton Place Streets

Bennett Family Photos– Thanks to Andrew Gardner‎

Holy Meatloaf! Remember the Manwich?

Carleton Place Then and Now–Bridge Street Series –Volume 13

Glory Days of Carleton Place–Mike Kean

Memories of Ruth Ferguson

As the World Turns in Carleton Place — Soap and Ground Beef

Glory Days in Carleton Place— Jan McCarten Sansom

Where’s the Beef in Carleton Place?

Name That Carleton Place Butcher? FOUND

Where’s the Beef in Carleton Place?

Glory Days in Carleton Place— Jan McCarten Sansom

Glory Days in Carleton Place— Jan McCarten Sansom
We love stories and if you have any please drop me a line at sav_77@yahoo.com and I will print it and give you full credit and put it in our series: “Glory Days in Carleton Place”
This is from Jan McCarten Sansom
Hi Linda, 
I liked the story about the Patterson Funeral Home. My Grandparents lived across the from the Hearse House on Bridge St. at 233 Bridge St. My Grandfather was ill with cancer and mostly bedridden. It was a lovely Spring day and he dearly wished to be downstairs to enjoy the view and be closer to the family.
He was unable to walk downstairs himself, so my Grandmother called Putt Patterson to come over with his stretcher to carry my Grandfather downstairs. Needing and extra hand they called George, who worked at Bennett’s Butcher store next door to come and help, which he did willingly. All he was told was they needed help bringing Mr. Buchanan downstairs.
Arriving at my grandparent’s home, George saw that my grandfather was already lying on the stretcher, arms folded and eyes closed. Just as they started down the front stairs, my grandfather, raised his head and greeted George with a smile and a hello. Poor George almost dropped his end of the stretcher, because he thought they were taking my grandfather to the funeral home. My grandfather had a wicked sense of humour and thought this was a great joke. Poor George disappeared from work for about 4 days after—probably due to the shock!



Thanks Jan– this was fabulous!!

Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read. Also check out The Tales of Carleton Place.

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in The Townships Sun andScreamin’ Mamas (USA)




Glory Days in Carleton Place- Ray Paquette

Glory Days of Carleton Place-The Olde Barracks– Sharon Holtz– Part 2 

As the World Turns in Carleton Place — Soap and Ground Beef

Memories of Ruth Ferguson

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The Writing on the Wall Disappeared but the Memories Don’t


bennxxPhoto from the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum


Glory Days of Carleton Place–Mike Kean

Memories of Ruth Ferguson

Where’s the Beef in Carleton Place?

Name That Carleton Place Butcher? FOUND!!!

Memories of Argue’s Food Market?

The Days of the Loosey Cigarette, Slinky and Mailing a Letter

In Memory of Mickey Pickup– Carleton Place Dominion Store

Glory Days of Carleton Place–Mike Kean



Photo from the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum


mikek   Today’s guest author is Mike Kean formerly of Carleton Place- thanks Mike!


After the Kean’s moved from Sudbury Mike Kean’s father became the town engineer and wanted his children to fit in and meet people in Carleton Place. That initial summer Mike began working at Lake Park Lodge but only lasted a month. In those days being employed at the lodge meant you had to live in the vicinity, and he really didn’t know anyone that could accommodate him.



Photo from the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum


Mike soon got a job at Bennett’s Butcher Shop and was over the moon. He knew he would certainly meet people as everyone knew the building at the corner of Bell and Bridge streets. Iconic Austin Bennett (Aunie) was the father, and Bill the son, and everybody in town would come to buy their meat as the Bennett’s were a very well known family in Carleton Place.

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Photo from the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum

Mike remembers going with Mr. McRae to pick up cattle for the slaughter house on High Street. That was a frightening experience for him, but you had to do it as part of your job. Mike was never fond of seeing the cattle being slaughtered, hung to bleed, and then gutted. In the Spring, they had to go to the farmer’s yards to catch the little lambs for the same fate.  Mike admits he pretended he wasn’t very good at catching them.



Photo from the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum


The store was on the main level and the grocery storage was in the basement. The staff would open a basement window to load in the boxes of canned food and cereal and there was also a trap door at the back of the store that you would lift to go down into the basement. Mike figures the building must have been at least a hundred years old then.

Shirley Robillard and Ruth Ferguson would try to teach you the ropes and how to take care of customers and bag groceries, plus deliver orders to people’s homes within walking distance, or carry them out to their cars. The butchers would cut meat to order and thus the beef would pile up on the block all day long. Unlike today, when everything comes prepackaged or if you go to the butcher shop, they have to cut, put away and clean before moving on to the next customer. There were no rules back in the day for sure, and today the health inspectors would go wild.


Photo from the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum


Mike was actually head hunted and moved down Bridge Street to the Dominion Store at the corner of Bridge and Franklin because of  his experience. I asked him who the head hunter was and he said, “Terry Vincent was the man!” A lot of people in Carleton Place know him well as he was a real genuine person.

The manager of the store was from Smiths Falls and his name was Mickey Pickup (no joke). One of Mike’s fellow employees was Noreen O’ Brien from Appleton.  Mike stayed with Dominion Stores and ended up working in every Dominion store in Eastern Ontario  through the growing years. He became the youngest manager in Canada when he took over the store in Perth at 25. 

In the 1970s, inflation and discounting wars with rivals ravaged Dominion’s bottom line. Dominion stores was Canada’s No. 1 grocery chain from the 1950s through the early ’80s. Then, in 1985, it came to a quiet,  wrenching, end. But, thankfully thanks to the internet Mike Kean’s memories don’t- and I for one am grateful for his memories for this series.


Joann Voyce--1950’s Note the parking meters, the street lights and the 1950’s era cars in the picture.

Lynne JohnsonI remember the Bennett’s let Ken Young use the dock at the abattoir. I was friends with Randy, Ken’s 2nd son. We would drive through a dirt/rut road past the cattle waiting. I HATED that part. Then we would jump in the boat and head down the Mississippi.

Heather Lalonde-So interecting! Linda I think that second last building on the right is the hair loft? (Yes it is Heather!)

Danielle Neil–The Bennett’s Butcher was operated by my great uncle. My Grandfather, Gordon Bennett, also ran a butchery in a small store at the front of my Mother’s childhood home in Carleton Place.

In a sad note Micky Pickup died this year


Obituary for “Mickey” Harold James Pickup

Peacefully at the Smiths Falls Hospital on Monday, April 4, 2016 in his 85th year. Beloved husband of the late Jacqui Pickup (nee Adams). Loving father of Judy Ligetfalvy and husband Les, Steve Pickup and wife Licia, Ric Pickup and wife Cathy, Kelly Pickup and wife Maureen and Randy Pickup and wife Teresa. Cherished grandfather of Leslie, Steven, Brenon, Juleya, Kyle, Tabetha, Krystal, Nicholas, Jennifer, Britney, Shawna, Stefanie and Mic. Dear brother of Nick Pickup and wife Ola and Robert Pickup and wife Diane. Fondly remembered by his many nieces, nephews, extended family and friends.
As per Mickey’s wishes, bio-cremation has taken place. A private family service will be held at a later date. As expressions of sympathy, donations to a Charity of Your Choice would be appreciated by the family. Funeral arrangements have been entrusted to Lannin Funeral Home, Smiths Falls. Online condolences available at http://www.lannin.ca

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Glory Days in Carleton Place– Norma Ford

Glory Days in Carleton Place– Lynne Johnson

Glory Days in Carleton Place– Linda Seccaspina

There was More, More, Just Inside the Door




Bennett’s store on the corner of Bridge and Bell Street–Photos from Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum


A long time ago sugar used to be sold in barrels, along with  good old brown sugar– and there wasn’t a plastic bag around in sight.  My Grandmother Mary Louise Deller Knight used to often remind me to be careful of using sugar as she remembered when sugar was a luxury. She smiled when she remembered the sugar barrels in her neighbourhood London, England store were empty  and then they were removed to the store’s rear yard, where the kids hurried out of their homes like bees, to that great treat of salvaging a tasty scrapings where miraculously enough no germs were known to scare the children away.

My late Mother on the other hand spent a geat deal of time on her Grandfather’s farm in island Brook Quebec where eggs were loaded into the back of the car and brought to the local general store. Milking was done twice a day beginning at 6 a.m.; initially by hand then later by machine. The milk was put into cans and taken down to the railway tracks for transport. She remembers getting 5 cents an hour for helping out. Even though the fields and roads were frequently flooded in winter, they met the schedule with aching hands from handling the bone–chilling dairy cans.

The “general store,” which carried a wide range of merchandise, was an important part of small towns. Not only did they offer food, housewares, clothing and equipment, they also served as a gathering place where residents could exchange news and gossip. At at my local store on South Street in Cowansville, Quebec there would be a big round of cheese covered with a glass cover. The clerk would cut wedges from the round and weigh them on a two-foot-high scale. The scale display was at the top and it had a big round glass that you put your item on it to be weighed.

I don’t remember much fresh produce in those days except what came from my Grandmother’s garden. Shelves of  canned vegetables and fruit were sold,  and depending on the store sometimes Peanut Butter came in a big container.Then there were the rows and rows of cookies not sold in boxes and penny candy.

There were no credit cards in those days and people paid cash for purchases, although some paid by cheque  but most had a credit account.  I remember picking up things after school for my Grandmother and asking them just to charge it– which the last person I remember having charge accounts in Carleton Place was Fred Veenstra from the Maple Leaf Dairy.

A typical day in Christie’s store on South Street meant arriving at about 6 in the morning and closing up at 5 or 6 in the evening. On Fridays, they stayed open until 9 p.m. After unlocking the store in the morning, the first order of business was to sweep the sidewalk. Then would begin stocking the shelves.

I can still see the large counter along the side wall. Shelves along the walls held the canned goods and next to them was the bread. It was a long time before  I remember a store acquiring the conveniences of shopping buggies. Before that, each shopper would call in their order by phone in the morning or hand their shopping list to the clerk  who would gather all the items up and put them on the counter, while the customer was free to visit or do other shopping.

Of course business was still competitive, but the relationship among competitors was amicable and the merchants from the other stores would often exchange information on prices and made joint decisions.If one of them dropped a price, the others would soon learn of it from their customers and would match it, or discount another item to keep the customer’s loyalty.


Mike KeanWhat a great picture Linda. I worked there as a young teenager. The man in the foreground is “Taffy” Williams. He was so kind. The man at the back is Mr Bennett but I don’t know if it was Bill or Aunie. They were quite a father and son duo and knew everybody in town. Ground beef was 3 pounds for a dollar. Our current dept of health, labour and agriculture would have had a hey day there and yet we all lived.

Patti Ann GilesSo true Mike! My mom used to send me to get 25 cents worth cold meat for lunches and Taffy would always give a couple of extra slices! Lots of great memories growing up in small town CP.

Kenneth Jackson— yes Taffy Williams in the front and Ruth Ferguson just to his left.

 Does anyone remember when Mr. Bill Bennet sr. deliverd meats and such with a horse and small cart.


Where’s the Beef in Carleton Place?

Memories of Ruth Ferguson

The Days of the Loosey Cigarette, Slinky and Mailing a Letter

Dollars Worth of Gas in Carleton Place

Treasured Memories of Fred and the Maple Leaf Dairy

Looking for Memories of Harold Linton’s Gas Station

Memories and Thoughts of the Grocery Store

The Day Mike Muldowan’s House Burnt Down

Before the Stompin Tom Mural….There Was

Did You Know Who was Cooking in Back of Lancaster’s Grocery Store? Dr. Howard I Presume! – Part 3