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The Story of Tina Lynn Hartley– Strong Women

The Story of Tina Lynn Hartley– Strong Women

Tina Lynn Guilbeault-Hartley, was born at the Ottawa General Hospital on March 21, 1986.  Her projected birth date was July 12.  After 141 days in her mother’s womb, or just over 20 weeks, Tina Lynn weighed one pound, two ounces.  She spent five months in an incubator at the Children’s Hospital of Eastern Ontario, and later was rushed back to the hospital several times suffering from lack of oxygen.  Her parents say her fragile health at the one time prompted them to remain quiet about her astonishing survival.  At 18 months of age, she was still smaller than her peers, but doctors did not detect any long-term problems.

CLIPPED FROMThe Ottawa CitizenOttawa, Ontario, Canada21 Mar 1988, Mon  •  Page 30

Tina Lynn Guilbeault-Hartley danced away Sunday afternoon with a giant stuffed owl. She was among about 3,000 people who attended the second annual babies alumni picnic at Ottawa General Hospital. Guilbeault-Hartley, 2, brought along her parents and grandparents. “She’s so active,” said her mother Lynda Hartley. “You need to be an octopus to keep up with her. You need eight arms.”

The picnic was a fundraiser for neonatal research at the hospital. It is not enough for medical science to give a two-pound baby a chance to live, said perinatologist Dr. Philip Hall. At a cost of $100,000 to treat a premature baby, he said, doctors would do more good if they could prevent such problem births. “This is a beautiful event,” said Hartley. “It’s great fun for the kids, and the hospital gets some money. “We’re very grateful for such events. Without fundraisers like this my daughter might not be alive.” said her mother.

I knew nothing of Tina’s back story until today when she told me. Tina Lynn was predicted to have a fragile life until 3, and she is now 37– so what has happened to her? What is her life like now?

Her Mother Linda passed away and I posted this in 2017 on Facebook.

Today’s local #strongwoman is Tina Lynn. Her mother Lynda Hartley passed away barely a week ago and today is Tina Lynn’s birthday. I know how hard it is to lose your mother and especially to cancer. Mother’s are someone who will love you unconditionally until their last breath and that Tina your mother did. Both of these women are my #strongwomen of the day. March 2017

Tina Lynn at the age of 37 now has terminal ovarian cancer. She wanted what all of us wanted–her top two wishes were a baby and a car. She decided to pace herself and get healthy, save for a car and get her driver’s license. She was alone when she was diagnosed at Stage 3, and when they operated they were not sure if it was 100% cancer –but she asked them to keep her left ovary just in case. Her diagnosis after the operation after was that there was no way she could have a child.

Now, the cancer has spread to her lymph nodes and she is considered terminal. Sadly, her life has been diagnosed wth less than a three year life span. All the money she saved is gone now as it helped her until she could get on aid programs. Tina wishes she could wake up some morning and hear the words ‘the cancer is gone’ but that is not going to happen. When I spoke with her she told me she tries to stay positive and mentally charged for each day, but she gets tired and some days it’s hard to concentrate.

I can’t imagine how I’d handle this situation Tina, but I know that I wouldn’t be able to pull it off with the grace and strength that you display!

I asked Tina what would make her happy. She said she wanted everyone to pray for her– and if you don’t pray, just please think good thoughts for her. She has come through a lot in her lifetime. Cancer can take away all of your physical abilities, but it can’t touch the mind, your heart, and your soul– and Tina has had a lot of soul since she came into this world and she has fought every day since the very beginning.

Love you Tina- Stay well!

My Love of Sweet Valley High Books … a Few Thoughts

My Love of Sweet Valley High Books … a Few Thoughts

Yesterday my daughter-in -law sent me a photo of my granddaughter Sophia reading her first Sweet Valley High book. It meant a lot to me as I remember how much I loved Sweet Valley High books……

When I was young and trying to endure a bad childhood books were my best friends. In those days our High School did not have a library, and we looked forward to the quarterly visits from the travelling Bookmobile.

We used to climb up the stairs to the interior of the truck in anticipation of what we might find. What character of what book would I live through when times became unbearable? Maybe Nancy Drew would take me along on one of her missions while I would sit for hours on end by myself while my father tended to my mother in the hospital.

As I got older and went out on my own I would always have a book and a library card in my tote bag. One could just walk into any library and smell the books that would take you anywhere you wanted to go. I used to love to see the smiles of children as they handed their books to the librarian, knowing that their parents would read stories and expose them to the world of fascinating words and ideas.

Years ago my brother-in-law called to tell me that my sister Robin was sick, so the next day I drove down to see her. The minute I walked in the door and looked at her I saw my late mother’s eyes looking at me. I knew she was terminally ill although everyone around her had such hope. Within three weeks her bowels ruptured and she was diagnosed with the family disease called Lymphoma.

And so began the 3 hour return journey every second day to see her at the Kingston Cancer Hospital. Most times she was unconscious and did not know I was there. One day I sat in the waiting room and saw a copy of the teen book series “Sweet Valley High” and started reading it. Suddenly the book’s characters Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield became people I could rely on to get me through the day.

If you asked me today what the stories were about I could not tell you. But every second day I was at the library checking out “Sweet Valley High” books as I was living their normal lives in my mind.

Why was I not reading something a little deeper you ask? The truth be told is I could not handle anything more than that and the librarian never questioned me. My life was full of canyons of chaos so I had to live in a fictional world to have some sort of emotional comfort.

Each time one of the nurses in the ICU unit would see me they would ask me what was going on in Sweet Valley High. While I sat beside my dying sister I read to her about the twin’s daily antics that did not include a cell phone or texting.

 My sister died that August after they pulled the plug, deeming that she had no quality of life left. A few months later they found a lump – this time on me. What should I do?  The only thing that got me though everything was continuing to read books.

I think I read every Sweet Valley High Book in the Carleton Place library and not once did they question why. All they ever did was stamp my books and keep me going with their words and love.

Cancer and Family 1903- Almonte Gazette

My Pink Frying Pan that Cooks Nothing but Hope For Breast Cancer

I Will Remember You — Photos In Memory of Frank LeBlanc

I Will Remember You — Photos In Memory of Frank LeBlanc

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It was funny how I met Frank LeBlanc. I used to see him all the time at various functions and we would always have the grandest conversations. But, in all honesty I knew his name was Frank, but I never thought he was Wendy’s husband, Frank LeBlanc.

I used to see Wendy at St. James every Sunday sitting in the front pew on the opposite side of me. She was always sitting with a gentleman, and I assumed it was her husband. Yes, I just assumed. Until one Sunday I talked to Wendy after church and asked her where her husband was. When I told her the whole story of my assumption she burst out laughing, as you see, that gentleman sitting with her was not her Frank. Her Frank was the one I had been conversing with in French for the past few years. And that my friends, was my introduction to the man I had known, but not his official name, which was: Frank LeBlanc.

Frank and I would always talk in French and he would laugh at some of my words in Eastern Townships Quebec French called joual. Frank spoke Acadan French being from Nova Scotia, and we liked to entwine the two styles of French.

The last time I saw Frank was at Sister City Committee meeting months ago as Wendy and Frank were visiting with Jeff and Kathy Maguire. Frank did not look well, but years ago he had told me that he had 6 months to live. I honestly thought in my heart that Frank was going to get through the cancer. But, then on August 22, 2022 he passed away with his family at his side.

The last photo I posted below at the very end is one of my favourites. I took it in September of 2017. I thought to myself that Frank was going to make it after all.

“When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on”— and that is what my friend Frank LeBlanc did for these past few years like the warrior he was and still is as he lives on in my heart.


The annual Museum BBQ is in Frank and Wendy’s backyard.

Frank making Rapple Pie for the Hospital House Tour. I got to personally see Frank in action. 🙂 Photo- Wendy LeBlanc

Frank had been busy all afternoon cooking up his famous Acadian dish, rappie pie. It’s a fabulous combination of grated potatoes, chicken broth, chicken pieces, onions and salt pork. The consistency of it varies from village to village in the Acadian sections of Nova Scotia. The Wedgeport version Frank makes is like a very thick soup. Some people put molasses on it, others butter to taste. Frank’s mum used to make it with wild duck but always put chicken in the corner, just for me! –Wendy LeBlanc

Museum Event

Christmas Frank

Lovely evening Steve and I had with the LeBlancs at St James Annual Spaghetti dinner.

Frank having his dream day In Halifax — Photo Wendy LeBlanc

50th Wedding Anniversary

50th Wedding Anniversary

Some pictures I took-Le Blanc’s 50th Wedding Anniversary

Sister City Committee with Jeffrey Maguire

Frank and Bob White at the Carleton Place Appreciation Dinner

Frank, Sean Redmond, Wendy and Jennifer Fenwick Irwin at the Carleton Place Appreciation Dinner

Frank, Sharon Sinfield, Cathie Hawkins McOrmand and father David Andrews at the opening of The Green Door on Mill Street

My favourite photo I took of Frank at the opening of the Giles Park off High Street in 2017. This is how I will always remember Frank LeBlanc. “Keep smiling, because life is a beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about.”

Tu me manques mon ami, a la prochaine!


Love Comes to Carleton Place — In Memory of Samantha Mitchell part 2

Love Comes to Carleton Place — In Memory of Samantha Mitchell part 2
The Pink Free Library coming to Carleton Place in honour of Samantha Mitchell

I just started writing and I am already crying. There was a ‘celebration of life’ Saturday at the KIN Vineyards in Carp, Ontario and I was crying there too. Of course you could rent me out to weddings, funerals and bar mitzvahs— but the passing of Samantha Mitchell was not only a huge loss for the family, but for the community. If you don’t know who Sam was please click here-Samantha Mitchell –Warrior

Also check what she has written in her blog and on her Facebook page. For seven years Samantha Mitchell had metastatic breast cancer and it never stopped her once. Even though she went through hundreds of rounds of radiation and chemotherapy, multiple craniotomies and dozens of hospital stays she carried on her advocacy for the breast cancer community. She wasn’t afraid of anything anymore and cancer didn’t bring her to her knees; it brought her to her feet.

Did you know this powerhouse of a woman help raised $30,000 for cancer research? Why I Fundraise For MBC click -and on Saturday the giving kept going. Now in Samantha’s memory they are erecting ” Sammy’s Memorial Little Free Library” on Lake Ave East.

We have checked with Len at the Town Hall and all is kosherfor the placement, but now the family is collecting donations for the free library with all extra monies to be donated to Sammy’s favourite cancer charity : ReThink Breast Cancer

So if you have an extra dollar or two think of sending some dollars for Sammy and watch out for the pink library coming to Lake Ave East.

We are currently accepting e transfer donations directly to myself (jeff@thestashandco.com). These funds will go directly to the construction of the little free library, bronze plaque, and surrounding garden. Any extra funds will be donated to ReThink Breast Cancer, the charity that Samantha worked with. Thank you so much! Jeff MItchell

Jeff and Sammy Mitchell

Amanda WintonI have this really beautiful and vivid memory of you dancing at Zaphod’s to Robyn’s Dancing On My Own. – but there you were on the dance floor, looking like you had just walked out of a glossy fashion magazine.I am so thankful to have been on that dance floor with you, both literally and metaphorically. You are exceptional in every way.

KIN Vineyards–2225 Craig’s Side Rd, Carp, ON K0A 1L0

Bianca Adam

June 16  · I’m so incredibly grateful I got to know you in this thing we call life. I’ll happily be your Fred Flinstone any day. 😉

“If it was my wife or sister I wouldn’t recommend they do anymore treatment. In fact, your quality of life may be longer and better”.
It’s been the better part of 6 years and being given permission to be still now, to be grateful and applauded for what I’ve been able to accomplish feels good. My mantra has always been to fight for those living with MBC when they couldn’t anymore – now the time has come when I hope someone will do that for me.
This time I’m left with now is this insurmountable decision – one that you think you’ve made when you’re well (“I would never jeapordize any of my QOL!), to letting that fear creep in (“well maybe I can handle one more treatment”).
I know I want to enjoy the time I do have – which looks a lot like printing photos for new vinyl photo albums, getting my health records documented on my blog, seeing my friends and family, putting some early work into this years Turning the Page on Cancer, snuggling dogs and (hopefully) being able to see the gorgeous end of the renovation.
I still desperately want everyone around me to be normal. I know that this can make others feel uncomfortable and not know what to say or how to react, just know I appreciate your trying.
As for a timeline, I know after 6+ years no one can tell me definitively how to navigate this. My oncologists have told me to expect sooner then later but they aren’t sure.
That’s the cancer update I never wanted to post. Now it’s done and I feel an immense weight lifted off me. I posted more in my blog which is at the link in my profile.
#metastaticbreastcancer #talkingtomycancer #stage4breastcancer
Greg ThaggardYou humble and strengthen me Sam
Joanne BrunetSamantha from the day I met you… I saw someone who did everything what’s right and did it with Grace!!! ❤️❤️
Emma Elizabeth Good-JobI love you Sam for all your courage, strength, honesty, grace and pure heart of gold. You are an inspiration of hope to literally everyone! Including me… big hug and I miss so dearly seeing you and your mom. Bless you for being you. 💕
Samantha DreilingLove you Sam, you are a light to so many. Thank you for always sharing your story and being so open and vulnerable. You are a true gift. I can’t begin to imagine what you’ve been through, but you’ve blessed the world by being you 💕 I hope you get to do as much as you can and feel happiness and peace in your heart 💓💓💓 sending love always, Sammi xo
Jeff NeedhamYour bravery is everlasting inspiration. I see it in your family into our community you are a tour de force Samantha. I love ❤️ these posts you bring brilliant perspective where no one I have ever witnessed has. You are a tremendous Champion of our cause. Inspirational life of a trophy 🏆 wife…anyone who gets a glimpse gets fuel for their 💔s…I want to play all the music 🎶 you love ❤️ all at once every time I read one of your posts.
Glenn JungSamantha Mitchell Sam, you are a inspiration to many and should be to all. With how you have shown us true courage, dignity, resilience and compassion through this. You are loved by so many and cherished by even more. Thankyou for continuing to share this journey with all of us. We are sending you big hugs!!

Collecting donations for the free library with all extra monies to be donated to Sammy’s favourite cancer charity : ReThink Breast Cancer

E transfer donations directly to (jeff@thestashandco.com). These funds will go directly to the construction of the little free library, bronze plaque, and surrounding garden. Any extra funds will be donated to ReThink Breast Cancer, the charity that Samantha worked with. Thank you so much! Jeff Mitchell

“Today will never come again. Be a blessing. Be a friend. Encourage someone. Take time to care. Let your words heal, and not wound.”

Read more about Sam here —Samantha Mitchell –Warrior

This is not goodbye Samantha Mitchell– we will keep the memories alive

Samantha Mitchell –Warrior

Samantha Mitchell –Warrior
Samantha Mitchell
October 13, 2020  · 

The number of women expected to get breast cancer in her lifetime: 1 in 8

The number of women expected to be diagnosed with Metastatic Breast Cancer (MBC) in her lifetime:Unknown

There is no data and statistics recorded for those of us living with stage IV. When we progress from early to late stage it isn’t recorded. We want more research, but we don’t even have the basis to found it on.

I’m fighting tirelessly to create stage 4 awareness. We need you to be an MBC ally – it shows you understand, will advocate and support #MBC.

Last night I shared Jeff Mitchell’s Facebook post about his wife Samantha’s passing. I had put up a post of my own, but later took it down— it is not what Samantha would have wanted. Not being able to sleep I was up until 3 am reading what she had written in her blog and on her Facebook page. Sammy would not have wanted us to call her an angel like I did last night– even though she was. She would have wanted me to keep spreading the word about breast cancer, I know that. I know she would not want us to cry, but insist we all carry on and continue her cause. But, my eyes are still red and puffy missing someone I didn’t know that well, but yes, I knew her heart well.

The first time I met her was in a line at the IDA Post Office. She came up to me and said, “Hi Linda!” I laughed and asked her how she knew me. She said, “People have told me, you will know her when you see her!” I guess she was right, but I was so impressed with our initial meeting that it reminded me to tell her a story I wrote about a pink frypan I had bought years ago to support Breast Cancer Awareness Month. 

Anytime that I glanced at it I thought of all those that have been ravaged by this horrible disease. No matter how hard I tried, I could not bring myself to use the pan. I did not want to scorch the sides, mimicking cancer invading the body–nor did I want to get the pan dirty. But then I asked myself if cancer was clean. If the pink colour faded from washing, would the hope of a cure fade too?

I looked at it day after day, and thought that if I didn’t use it, I was giving up hope for the pan, and for the people that suffer from breast cancer. Finally I took it down and laid it on the stove. I watched the butter melt with tears in my eyes. I cooked slowly with it, and thought about how silly I had been. I use it everyday now in celebration for those I do not know, and for those I do. Sammy smiled when I told her the story and I told her I would keep sharing her story, which I did, and will continue. After all, if you don’t have faith, then what do you have? Absolutely nothing. No cures, no hope, and and in my case–an unused pink frying pan.

Samantha Mitchell is in Carleton Place, Ontario.

For seven years Samantha Mitchell had metastatic breast cancer and it never stopped her once. Even though she went through hundreds of rounds of radiation and chemotherapy, multiple craniotomies and dozens of hospital stays she carried on her advocacy for the breast cancer community. She wasn’t afraid of anything anymore and cancer didn’t bring her to her knees; it brought her to her feet. Whether you’re a mother or father, or a husband or a son, or a niece or nephew or uncle, breast cancer doesn’t discriminate and today Jeff and Joyce Mitchell’s family mourn the loss of a daughter-in-law and Sammy’s husband Jeff mourns the loss of his wife.

Sammy, you were braver than you believed, stronger than you seemed, smarter than you thought, and twice as beautiful as you’d ever imagined. I knew that the first time I met you. I know you would want the world to see what breast cancer does so I am putting up all kinds of pictures. If Sammy was here she would say,

”Never give up–life is worth living”, and as Sammy and I both know–scars are actually tattoos with better stories.

Linda Seccaspina, July 5, 2021

The family asks in lieu of flowers donations can be made to Rethink Breast Cancer , which was an MBC charity close to Samanthas heart.

Samantha Mitchell is in Carleton Place, Ontario.
June 9 at 4:05 PM  · 

Cancer has allowed me to appreciate how much love and support I have around me. It has given me a sense of worth and accomplishment with the success of @turningthepageoncancer. This year, it has also allowed me to have some stability so I am able to enjoy “me” time. I’m thankful for all of this. I still don’t ever want you to tell me “everything happens for a reason” though 😬

Samantha Mitchell

February 4


Samantha Mitchell
October 25, 2020  · 

Why I Fundraise For MBC click

Rosemary McNaughton- Little Red Door Arrives at Bates and Innes

Rosemary McNaughton- Little Red Door Arrives at Bates and Innes


The drive to target women began before the Second World War and gathered pace throughout the rest of the 20th century. “Women are paying a deadly price for being targeted by tobacco advertisers in the post-war years, health experts claimed yesterday.”

Women were targeted but, according to the graph on the CRUK website, their smoking prevalence remained fairly constant between 1948 and 1975, whence it began decreasing. Obviously the advertising campaign wasn’t too successful! Yet here we have ASH creating the impression that it was, trying to deceive us that it’s now the “pretty” packaging, covered with health warnings and gory images, that is “appealing”.

Image result for cigarette ad 1960s


All photos Ottawa Journal April 20 1960-Carleton Place Bates and Innes Mill

In April of 1960 millworkers walked through the doors of good health in Lanark County. Rosemary McNaughton was part of the Canadian Cancer Society’s Little Red Door program. On April 20 the workers at Bates & Innes in Carleton Place shared McNaughton’s films, literature and words of advice.

The registered nurse set up her movie projector in an unused wool- carding room on an uneven floor. She laid out pamphlets in vice president’s Jack Stewart’s office and talked to everyone about what she knew about the truths and the myths of cancer. She visited with workers and even spent and hour with worried staff that had stricken family members.

By closing time the folks that worked at the Bates and Innes mill knew all about the seven signs of cancer. That was 1960, and here it is 2017 and there is still no cure.


Max Keeping 1942-2015

The Peculiar Case of Jeanetta Lena McHardy

The Peculiar Case of Jeanetta Lena McHardy


Distressing Results Following Vaccination—A Young Daughter of David McHardy of Fergus, the Victim—Has Suffered the Most Intense Agony —Doctors Failed to Help her. 

Author’s note–This story about Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills has flashed by me a few times and today I decided to investigate what happened to this young woman who had such a “miraculous cure”. Before the internet, maybe it would not be such an easy access, and what really happened to young Jenneta Lena McHardy of Fergus, Ontario might have never come to light. Another voice asking for their tale to be told?

Almonte Gazette June 18 1897

From the Fergus News-Record

Nearly every person in this section is acquainted with Mr. David McHardy,
the popular leader of St. Andrew’s church choir, Fergus, Ontario. Our reporter called upon Mr. McHardy at his home in Upper Nichol recently, and from him and his estimable wife a tale of terrible suffering was elicited, suffering that has brought a once exceptionally strong and healthy child to the verge of the grave.

The subject of the sketch,(Jeanette)Lena McHardy, is fourteen years of age, and her parents say she has not grown any since her illness began some two years and a
half ago. Her terrible suffering dates from the time she was vaccinated in June, 1894, and what she has undergone has aroused the deepest sympathy of all the friends of the family.

In conversation with Mr. McHardy and his wife, the following facts were
elicited : “Two years ago last June,” said the father, “Lena was vaccinated by a doctor in Fergus. The arm was very sore and swollen all summer, and became so bad that it was a mass of sores from the shoulder to the elbow.”




In October 1894 a large lump appeared on her back, over one of the lungs. The doctor who vaccinated her treated her all that summer, calling very frequently, but the
medicine he gave her did no good and she was growing weaker and weaker.

When the lump broke out on her back another doctor was consulted, who said she was in a very bad state of health. Her constitution appeared to be completely undermined, and her appetite had completely failed. The last doctor called in gave some outward applications, and lanced the gathering, but it did not give the patient any benefit. Nine such gatherings have appeared since that time, but each broke and disappeared of its own accord, only, however, to be followed by another.

The child became very puny, and little or no food would remain in her stomach.
At night ‘She would fairly rave with the pain in her arm and back, and consequently her trouble was aggravated by a loss of sleep. She had the best of attendance but to no avail,and she was slowly but surely sinking.

Friends advised a treatment with Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills and as a last resort they were tried. To the surprise of both parents and friends Lena began to improve soon after beginning the use of the pills. Her appetite returned, she became stronger and her general health with Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills that her parents are looking for a complete cure.

Mr and Mrs. McHardy thank Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills  for the present improved condition of their child, as they have done her more good than the scores of bottles of doctor’s medicine which she took. Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills are a blood builder and nerve restorer. They supply the blood with its life and health-giving properties, thus driving disease from the system.

There are numerous pink coloured imitations, against which the public are warned. The genuine Pink Pills and can only be had only in boxes the wrapper around which- bears the fall trade mark,

“Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People.” Refuse all others.

Author’s Note-

Yes, there really was a McHardy family and Lena was Jeannette Lena McHardy’s second name (she was Jenneta Lena McHardy in the ancestry archives).  Born September 12, 1884.  She died September 12,1898, a little over a year after this was in the newspaper. I looked up her symptoms and and she probably had a form of cancer called neuroblastoma. While the ferrous sulphate ingredient in the Pink Pills would have had a genuine effect against anemia–but they were no cure for cancer. Her cause of death listed was blood poisoning.





Almonte Gazette



Yes, there really is a McHardy family and Lena was Jeannette Lena McHardy’s second name (she was Jenneta Lena McHardy in the ancestry archives).  Born September 12, 1884.  She died September 12,1898 a little over a year after this was in the newspaper. I looked up her symptoms and and she probably had a form of cancer called neuroblastoma. While the ferrous sulphate ingredient in the Pink Pills would have had a genuine effect against anemia– they were no cure for cancer.

Name Jenneta Lena McHardy
Event Type Burial
Event Date 1898
Event Place Fergus, Wellington, Ontario, Canada

Birth Date 12 Sep 1884
Death Date 06 Feb 1898
Affiliate Record Identifier 61538055
Cemetery Belsyde Cemetery

Birth: Sep. 12, 1884
Wellington County
Ontario, Canada
Death: Feb. 6, 1898
Wellington County
Ontario, Canada

Daughter of David McHardy & Annie Thomson.Birth record shows first name as “Janitta Lina”; death record shows it as “Jenneta Lina”; gravestone shows only “Lena”

Death record shows date of death, Feb. 6th; stone carved Feb 8th.

Cause of death: blood poisoning, 14 yrs.

Family links:
David McHardy (1847 – 1937)
Annie Thomson McHardy (1859 – 1932)

Jenneta Lena McHardy (1884 – 1898)
Roy Marshall McHardy (1889 – 1969)*
Lloyd Moffatt McHardy (1893 – 1976)*

*<span class="fakeLink" style="color: #000088; text-decoration: underline;" title="header=[  Reverse Relationships:] body=[This relationship was not directly added to this memorial. Rather, it is calculated based on information added to the related person’s memorial. For example: if Joe Public is linked to Jane Public as a spouse, a reciprocal link will automatically be added to Jane Public’s memorial. ] fade=[on] fadespeed=[.09]”>Calculated relationship

Belsyde Cemetery
Wellington County
Ontario, Canada




David McHardy, the youngest son, who succeeded his father on the homestead, married Annie Thompson and their family included George, Stanley, Roy, Lloyd and Jeanette. (Lena). If you look her up on ancestry.com she is listed as Janetta Lina MchardyGeorge McHardy
George McHardy arrived in Upper Nichol in 1835, when he purchased the farm of Donald Wallace. A native of Perthshire, Scotland, his wife was Margaret Marshall, and their family was composed of James, George, John, Edward, David, Catherine, Margaret and Agnes.

Roy McHardy, who married Viola Allan, had a grocery store in Fergus, and also engaged in the milling business, while Lloyd McHardy, who married a daughter of J.B. Chalmers, was a successful hardware merchant in Fergus.
The following item appeared in the Fergus News-Record of November 1, 1900, under the heading of “Coffee and Peanuts”:
“Who would have believed that fully matured coffee and peanuts were grown within a mile of Fergus this past summer. Well such is the case and the grower of same is David McHardy of Nichol”.
When David McHardy left Nichol, his farm was purchased by James A. Martin



Dr Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People–

There’s another big-business remedy, this time originating in Canada. “Dr Williams” was a brand name, and the pills were manufactured by George T. Fulford of Brockville, Ontario. Born in 1852, Fulford went into the patent medicine business in 1886 and four years later bought the rights to the Pink Pills recipe from Dr William Jackson for $53.01. The Pills arrived in Britain by 1893, and the company had premises on Holborn Viaduct, London.

The Pink Pills included ferrous sulphate, so they would have had a geniune effect against anaemia, but they were weaker and far more expensive than the ordinary iron pills commonly prescribed by physicians.

Fulford, who was appointed to the Senate in 1900, used an “advertorial” style to promote his products. The ads, like the one below,  appeared to be news stories reporting a miracle in some distant town – the miracle always turning out to be a result of someone taking Dr Williams’ Pink Pills.

In 1905, Senator Fulford had the dubious honour of becoming the first Canadian to be killed in an automobile accident, but his company remained in business until 1989.–The Quack Doctor


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 and Screamin’ Mamas (US



It’s Electrifying! Dr Scott’s Electric Corset

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

One of Us– Memories of Bill Bagg




Photo- Linda Seccaspina

Today I looked at the lamp I bought from Bill Bagg when he lived in the Brown house on Mill Street and let out a loud sigh. It was very fitting that my late husband’s photo was under it as they shared the same health struggles for their last few years. They might have been as different as night and day but in the end their pain and frustration was the same.

I’m not going to write about his life and family as you can get all that in the newspaper-but, what I am going to write about is how Bill and I walked through the last days of my late husband’s life. You never argued with Bill ever, especially about three things, well maybe 4: local politics, history, his old dog Tick, and most importantly God.

I could understand his frustrations about his dog being picked up, put to sleep, and sent to the dog food company in Smiths Falls in the 80’s. Yes, everyone knows my frustrations with local politics, so I wasn’t going to question that– but it was the God thing that baffled me. How anyone, especially Bill Bagg, could have such a direct line to God made me scratch my head sometimes, but I never doubted it–ever.

My husband Angelo and Bill both discovered they had colon cancer at the same time and today I feel like I am reliving Angelo’s death over again. When Bill was going through something so was Angelo, and I knew how they felt because if one told me then I knew how the other one was.

There were two differences though: Bill had an operation to remove a tumour and Angelo did not because of a fear from a past experience. Angelo died February 8, 2014 and Bill died on Tuesday night– almost a 3 year span. I knew Bill would have better luck not only because of the operation– but because he seemed to have this one on one with God. Was it because of that large pendant he constantly wore– or was it something I just didn’t know? I remember the first time Bill and I discussed cancer like it was yesterday.




Photo of Bill Bagg–Amanda Todd-Peters and  Peggy Powell



*”Pushing the large church doors open at St. James I felt rivers of emotions fill my inner soul. I shouldn’t be here I thought to myself, as I knew I was setting myself up. I sat in one of the pews, stared at the stained glass windows, and tried to hold back my tears. People were going to wonder why I was back in town so soon and I had yet to tell anyone what was really going on. For days I had spoken of family emergencies and real estate deals to those that asked, but I kept the truth inside my heart. I knew he didn’t want the whole world to know his deadly secret, and I respected that.

I glanced through the hymn book and was thankful it wasn’t Sunday. Organ music would be attempting to pull more tears out of me than what I was presently trying to hide. Not wanting anyone to see the distress I was in I kept to myself and looked at no one. I knew the time was coming when I would have to release the inner sadness, but I just didn’t want it to be today.

As people came in they stared at me and I had a feeling some knew my secret but were too kind to ask. Time seemed to move by at a snail’s pace and I kept lowering my head so no one would see my tear-stained face. Taking deep breaths didn’t help and I wanted to sob for a very long time. When I finally pulled myself together it was time to meet and greet. *Bill looked at me point blank  and asked why I was back. The world began to spin and I could no longer hold it in and I looked at him and said quietly.

“Ange has stage 4 colon cancer.”

He put his arms around me as I cried and said:

“You’ve come to the right place I’ve got cancer too!”

For months he tried to get Angelo to talk to someone of a higher power but my husband was having none of it. Bill kept saying if he just talked to God his suffering would be lighter. In Ange’s mind he thought going to church wasn’t going to help him anymore than standing in a garage made you a car. Having been raised with a tough religious Italian Mother kind of muddled his thoughts about God, and anyways you didn’t argue with him, just like you didn’t argue with Bill.

But Bill never gave up on Angelo and he kept telling me God was ready to hear his voice. Angelo never did have that talk with God until the last two days he was alive. A former tenant sent a rosary to him and when he saw it he clasped it like it was a piece of gold. I had never in my whole life seen him do something like that. I knew he was scared and felt lost and by clutching that rosary he felt that God knew where he was. One hour before he died he asked for a priest to come to the house — but it never happened.

Was it a little too late? It wasn’t in Bill’s mind and he said,  “In God’s eyes, you are never too far gone in any situation.” 

I saw Bill at Walmart a few weeks ago and I knew he didn’t have much time left. I recognized the red jacket, the grey hair, and that voice, but nothing else reminded me of him. Hunched over pushing a shopping cart I felt the pain of his every step. A million memories flashed through my mind of how he used to be and no longer was.

It’s crazy that someone who used to be part of your life is no longer here– and he gave me so much to remember him by. The trouble is you think you have time and you don’t, as Angelo finally realized those last few days. If you look up to the sky today and hear a rumble just smile as you know God now has his hands full. Bill is probably directing heavenly traffic along with Angelo.  It has now become one hell of a heaven and as Bill would say:

“God Bless Ya!”


“Bill had a deep love of God but his God was not the one in stained glass windows.  He saw God as omnipresent, in everything and everywhere.  We argued constantly about theology but when I listened closely I usually found we were saying the same thing.  We just loved to argue with each other!  He had a heart as big as the moon and I will miss him terribly. Requiem in peace Bill, until we meet again.”The Rev’d. Canon David Andrew but as we know him our beloved Father D.


  • *From my book Cancer Calls Collect– Bill was referred to as a woman in the book as I did not want to name names in such a personal recount.



The first time I met Bill Bagg was in the Carleton Place Library at a Carleton Place Historical meeting. Was it 1981 or 1982? Anyways, he recognized me as he was a writer with the Ottawa Journal and was quite familiar with my eclectic Ottawa store.


He came over to me and said,


“You didn’t move here did you?


“You know they are going to run you out of town when they find out right?”


And with that he let out of one of his big “from the belly laughs” and looked at me and said,


“God Love Ya” and proceeded to tell anyone who would listen what “a den of sin” I ran in Ottawa.
And so was my first encounter with Bill Bagg

Related reading


Before and After with Bill Bagg and the Mississippi Gorge

Angelo Michael Seccaspina – Obituary




BAGG, Carden William– By Carden Bagg

A legend in his own mind, Bill Bagg of Carleton Place died on April 25th, 2017. Born in Barrie, ON on the Ides of March in 1945 while his father was fighting in WWII, Carden William Bagg grew up with his sister Gini in Cornwall. His parents, Alec and Judy fought often and with an intensity that fuelled Bill’s fiery love of family. After settling in Ottawa as a young man, Bill travelled to the Arctic, worked as a surveyor, sold insurance, and was a country manager for the Ottawa Journal. Early on, he developed a love of antiques and Canadiana and was a proud founder of the Bytown Bottle Club. He met Kathleen at a party while on a date with another girl. They married, had four children, built a cottage on Carson Lake and moved to Carleton Place where they began Mill House Antiques. In spite of a divorce and several long-term partners, Kathleen was “the love of his life,” something he never let her forget. Bill remained in Carleton Place and became part of the fabric of the town. He knew its history and would expound upon it at will. He proudly served on town council and was a fixture at St. James Anglican Church. His reputation as an antique dealer reached well beyond Lanark County, in part due to his unforgettably crammed shop Mississippi Gorge Antiques as well as the years he spent Sundays at his booth at the Stittsville Flea Market. More than that, he left an impression on every person he met. He was a story-teller at heart and somehow drew out personal histories from even the most reticent bystanders. Larger than life, charming, quick-witted, quirky, sentimental, loyal, outspoken, Bill was a showman who loved fully and freely and lived to make people smile. His greatest pride were his children Kelly (Martin), Shannon (Jim), Carden (Rachelle), and Victoria (Ryan) and his greatest joy were his grandchildren Alex, Andrew, Simon, Grace, Eve, James, Virginia, Marianne, Gail, Cecilia, Annie, Greta, Nate, and Sammy. He was a friend to many souls over the years and a father figure to Michael and Brian. Bill spent his final days surrounded by his family, exactly where he would want to be, across from the nurses’ station at the Carleton Place Hospital, just a few blocks away from his house. Thank you, in particular, to Dr. Maria, Lindsey, Pam, Sarah, Elizabeth, and Rebecca for the outstanding care of our father. He often talked about what we should do when he got on the spaceship. We’ll do just that. Tha-a-a-nks for the memories, Dad. Thank you very mu-u-u-ch.

Friends and family are welcome to celebrate Bill in the hall at St. James Anglican Church (225 Edmund Street, Carleton Place) on Monday, May 1st from 5-7pm. A funeral service will be held at 7:00pm.




What If You Were 4 Years-Old and Facing Things You Fear?




The chances of winning a lottery is  1 in 175,000,000- but the chances of a child getting cancer is 1 in 285. If you were a child and diagnosed with cancer, what would you understand? You might kind of “get it” if it was explained in simple terms- or, maybe you might even blame yourself and need your parents to assure you that you didn’t cause the cancer.

You also might be frightened that your parents and siblings might abandon you, or be afraid you might have to spend the rest of your life in a hospital. As a child I was always worried about pain even though the nurses told me that tests would make me better. But in the end, who really understands the word cancer? Life is not a simple straight line, it has many ups and downs– so why has Rachel lost her innocence, hopes, and dreams to right now.

“Children ride tricycles in the hallway of the hospital, not in the park. They know the names of their chemos instead of their classmates. Nurses and doctors are their new family and they think hair is overrated. Their laughter can make a heart melt and their strength will make a grown person cry. If you’ve ever seen a kid fight cancer, it will change your life forever.”

Little four-year-olds shouldn’t have to battle cancer and have to grow up in hospitals. It just shouldn’t happen. Please support Rachel on the links below.


Rachel, who is barely 4, got diagnosed with ALL leukaemia (Acute_lymphoblastic_leukaemia) which is cancer of the white blood cells. It is one thing to be an adult and hear this diagnosis– but imagine if you are the parents of a young child getting this news. The world is so unpredictable and things happen quickly, unexpectedly, and all of a sudden you are not in control of our own existence– or your childs.

Links you need to click on:

Go Fund Me Page

Love for Rachel Page

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For Every Mountain –There is a Miracle–Rachel


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For Every Mountain –There is a Miracle–Rachel



I can’t remember a time I didn’t know Peter and Cheryl Ferrill. Neighbours for years–it seems like yesterday that their daughters Brittany and Holly would come into my yard and I would watch them play with my sons. If we could only remain so young and innocent– but life goes on. Through the years the girls have grown up, gotten married, and had children. You never ever want anything to happen to the people you know and love. But, everything in life is completely accidental and random– and sometimes bad things happen to very good people.

In July, Holly and Mike’s daughter Rachel, who is barely 4, got diagnosed with ALL leukaemia (Acute_lymphoblastic_leukaemia) which is cancer of the white blood cells. It is one thing to be an adult and hear this diagnosis– but imagine if you are the parents of a young child getting this news. The world is so unpredictable and things happen quickly, unexpectedly, and all of a sudden you are not in control of our own existence– or your childs.

Since the diagnosis Rachel has been at CHEO with her family by her side. She has already had surgery for the bone marrow  and chemo. Rachel has a long road to recovery and is already been such a strong tough child. Maybe even more than you or I might be.

I saw Cheryl a few weeks ago and I just wanted to scream–

Why your granddaughter?

Why Holly and Mike’s child?

The trouble with life is there are no answers– and don’t even attempt to look for them because there are none. Seeing our children in pain is the last thing we want to witness-because whatever pain they feel– well, we feel it at least twice– and we wish it was our own.

So what can I do to help? What can you do to help? Well, we shouldn’t be content to wait and see– all of us need the determination to make the right things happen for this family. People coming together as a community of neighbours is a great start– and if we don’t step up to help, then who will.

No one can fight alone–or should they. Please support the events for our little 4 year-old hero called Rachel who lives in this community and might even be your neighbour. Remember that all of us were born with the ability to change someone’s life–let’s not waste it.



Links you need to click on:

Go Fund Me Page

Love for Rachel Page

Fill the Freezer Page




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