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Fake News or Just Plain Media Gossip?

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Fake News or Just Plain Media Gossip?

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October 1934

There is a man who lives north of the Perth on a farm and wants to get married. He has” battled’ the cold, cruel world single handed long enough and wants someone who will share his happiness and disappointments with him.

In the classified column of Perth Courier he placed an advertisement for a wife and the advertiser is patiently awaiting the replies. He promises some girl a good home but has certain requirements which he demands.

He came here from Lanark Village several months ago and says he is a hard worker and farmer. He declares that marriage is a business proposition and that every man should have a helpmate. “Down in the village” he said, “there were lots of girls but most of them don’t want to get married and those that do are not the right, kind.” The advertiser said that he did not expect to remain here long as a man could make more money travelling around than by staying in one place too long.

In 1900 people rarely left their hometown, let alone travelled around their country, so I wonder if our farmer ever found a helpmate.

Perth Courier 1910

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Clipped from The Ottawa Journal, 27 Oct 1979–McNeely Tannery-Address: 12 Bell Street Carleton Place, Ontario

Joe Scott took a poor calf skin to Brice McNeely who had a tannery on the banks of the Mississippi on Bell Street and asked what he was paying for hides. Brice told him 60 cents each with ten cents off for every hole in the hide.

You’d better take it, Mr. McNeely, and I think I owe you something for it,” was the startled reply from J. Scott as Brice looked at the hide with more holes than Swiss Cheese.

Carleton Place Herald 1900

 

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A well known Carleton Place gent from just outside of town was noted for being careful with his pennies entered McDiarmid’s store one morning to get a winter cap. He was shown 6 or 7 and selected one that seemed suitable. He retorted of course that it was too expensive, that he could get it much cheaper elsewhere and left.

An hour later he was back but the store clerk saw him first and whisked the 7 caps under the counter. The customer said,

“I’ve come back for the cap!”

Without batting an eyelash the owner told him that others knew a bargain when they saw it and that all those caps had sold within the hour after he had left the store.

Carleton Place Herald 

 

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The Eeels Named “Ling” of Carleton Place

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The Eeels Named “Ling” of Carleton Place

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Photo-news clipping from the files of Doris Blackburn/ Karen Black Chenier 

 

If you have read-Myth #343 The Electric Eeel of Carleton Place you have read what Rob Gardiner said about eels in Carleton Place:  “When I was life guarding at Riverside Park, we would tell the kids that an eel lived under the raft to keep them from swimming under there where we couldn’t see them. I worked there a long time, but I never saw a real eel, even though others will swear they saw one. The power of suggestion must be very strong”.

But, after I posted this news clipping above from the files of Doris Blackburn/ Karen Black Chenier I got all sorts of comments:

Shane Wm Edwards I seem to recall that they were doing this the year the Outward Bound Club at CPHS decided to take canoes out and canoe down the Mississippi toward Almonte. We had to carry the canoes past this point and there were still some small pools of water and in one of the deeper ones we saw a huge eel just swimming along the bottom. I had not known how big the eels in the Mississippi River could get. I think we only got as far as Appleton as some of our group seemed to enjoy capsizing their canoes as we went through some of the rapids. Then one group found golf balls in the river near the golf course and filled the bottom of their canoe with them. Unfortunately on the way back around Glen Isle the got swung around and the canoe tipped dumping out almost all of the golf balls.

There used to be some Americans, I believe from Detroit, who would come up every year to catch the eels and they would bring them to my father’s store to flash freeze them and then store them in ice for the trip home.

 

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Llew Lloyd The eels that were caught in front of the powerhouse were referred to as ” Ling ” . Once they passed through the turbines and out into the waters below the dam they became “Electric Eels”!

Okay I thought Lloyd was pulling my leg but he  wasn’t. In the Mississippi River you supposedly can pull long, eel-like creature from any dark hole — a hole that is could be an entrance to the underworld. Okay, I can maybe make a story about the underworld of the Mississippi, but I will save that for another time.

“I heard about such a serpentine creature being thrown to the ice during an ice fishing event but the long-finned tail swiftly wrapped itself around the fisherman’s arm. Face contorted with fear, he stumbles back from the hole, trying to shake the menacing fish loose. Such an angling nightmare could continue with the widemouthed creature clamping down on the jugular and sucking the life from our hapless angler but — as anyone intimate with the virtues of the ling will attest to — this is no nightmare.”

Okay, I  will stop now.

Those who know the secret of the delicately flavored firm, white, flesh hidden under a rough exterior know ling are great eating. However, the first thing most notice is that they’re different looking. Some don’t hesitate to call them ugly.

To tell you the truth if they were remaking The Godfather into a Canadian version, I wouldn’t want to find one in my bed, but some say they make for a unique and exquisite fish. They say all it takes is a big mouthful of ling meat and what might be perceived as ugly and undesirable, suddenly becomes a delicacy.

The ling is the single surviving freshwater species of the codfish family and in Ontario ling are native to cold, deep lakes and during winter often share the habitat of lake trout and even walleye. Few break out in song upon catching a ling, but many, if not seduced by their beauty on the ice, are sold by their performance on the table– the dinner table that is.

I think I will never go swimming in the Mississippi River or Lake again– not that I ever did. I will just rename that watery area Electric Avenue.

 

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Chatter with Gerry Townend — Fred Trafford 1983

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Chatter with Gerry Townend  — Fred Trafford 1983

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Carleton Place Library 110th Anniversary — Comments About the Old Library

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Carleton Place Library 110th Anniversary — Comments About the Old Library

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Clipped from

  1. The Ottawa Journal,
  2. 03 Nov 1956, Sat,
  3.  In January of 1969 The Carleton Place Library was seeking acquisition of Victoria School to establish a new library. The present location that they were using at the town hall was inadequate especially with the increased use of the library. What do you remember about the library at the town hall?

 

Ray Paquette I remember a smell, not necessarily foul, more musty and dusty. It was quite warm in the winter, When you entered, immediately to the left was a long table piled high with children’s books, including my personal favourite, “Paddle-to-the-Sea”. Periodicals and newspapers were kept on tables with chairs in front of the adult stacks, ahead and to the right. Miss Elliott, the librarian, sat at a desk behind a quarter wall and it was here you brought your books, a maximum of three, to be signed out, again for a maximum of three weeks. Every book was stamped with a due date and woe betide you if you were overdue! Behind the desk to the right was a small room which held a number of reference and historical books. In the late 40’s and early 50’s, like a number of my friends, I was fascinated by the recently ended war and, particularly, the Air Force part of it. When I was deemed old enough, perhaps eleven or twelve, Miss Elliott allowed me to borrow books from this area. I can remember a number of the titles, such as “Reach for the Sky” by Douglas Bader, the legless fighter pilot, “Cheshire, VC” by Group Captain Leonard Cheshire. Despite the totally unsuitable facility, a “make do” location, the Librarian, Miss Elliott, ably assisted by Mrs. Barbara Walsh did a a magnificent job and fostered a love of reading in me which I have retained to this day….

Lynne Johnson I loved the books, the windows, the smells, the wood, the walk up the stairs, getting the books stamped. There was a young woman who worked there who had limited use of one arm. She could open the book to the back and stamp the card with the due date with one arm. Very able and skilled. I still have very warm memories whenever I walk in to that building.

Ann Stearns Rawson Charlene Law’s dad would take us to the library. We took out as many books as possible every time. Loved having my library card stamped. Funny what one remembers fondly.

Sandra Rattray I practically lived there. As soon as I walked in Miss Elliott would put her finger to her lips.

Linda Gallipeau-Johnston You had to be a certain age to borrow more than 1 book at a time – I remember graduating to 3. I also remember the “evil eye” of Miss Elliot when you were late. Ray, funny that smell is the first thing that pops into my mind when I think of that place.

Ray Paquette I think it might have been the dust on the old radiators of the heating system…

Wendy LeBlanc Wonderful memories. Best friend Peggy Mace and I read all the Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys books, and we loved a series of kids’ craft books that used common household items like string and newspapers or shoeboxes. We visited the library weekly and were thrilled when we were old enough to go in the evening.

Joann Voyce I started borrowing books from there when I was 8 or 9 years old as my Grandmother Voyce gave me the book Heidi for my birthday. I read every book they had for young girls and have never stopped reading. Now I read daily from the Library on line.

Nancy Hudson One of my favourite haunts as a youngster. Miss Elliott ran a tight ship absolutely NO TALKING. Ray pretty much described it to a tee in his posting above. I developed a lifelong love of reading because of this place.

Norma Rotzal Spend many hours at the library. Reading, using the encyclopedias for school work. Still love having a book in my hand for reading.

 

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Did you know the library used to be in the town hall and Brice McNeely Jr was not only the superintendent for the St James Sunday School but also the town librarian. He picked out the books for you to read and you had no choice in the matter and had to take what was given to you.
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Janice Tennant Campbell I went there all the time.

Donna Zeman I remember that! Thanks for bringing back that memory!

Sylvia Giles I went there every Thursday night when my Mom was getting her hair done at Marg and Don’s! Great memories!!!

Valerie Edwards I remember it well. Miss Elliot, at the big desk. the benches right under the shelves, or you could use them as steps to reach the top shelves. The Reading Room with the atlases &. There was or is a painting of part of it at the present Library right at the desk. It was a pleasant, peaceful & safe place.

 

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Those Were the Best Days of Our Lives!

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Those Were the Best Days of Our Lives!

 

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Photo from Llew Lloyd

Ray Paquette Challenge: Who is in the picture?

Llew Lloyd I’ll have to think on whether or not to expose that name . Do you think the statute of limitations would have run out by now ? I will say this though . On that same day there was a group photo taken that would put the ” iconic ” Bank of Nova Scotia steps photo back a notch 

Cathy Paul Dulmage I would guess it was Robert Gordon. Paul Dulmage

Terry Latham The roof was much better!! Haha off the back to the fulm!!

Llew Lloyd That was another one of the daredevil jumps. If I remember correctly there were hydro wires to jump through as well . We also used to walk up the outlet below and jump into the flume from there . The area we called the bubble bath was off the dam shown in the forefront of the original picture . It was a great playground . Once you got tired of swimming you got out your fishing rod .

Shawn Devlin We used to jump of the main st bridge and float down to the dam. We would spend hours there.
I was just telling my boys the other day. And said this is what we did when we were kids and if I catch you doing it you’ll be in shit! Lol–Although it was much like it is today not like the cool pic above

Llew Lloyd I recently heard a story about a grade 8 kid who got in trouble going for noon swims at the back bridges . Amazing what stories time and beer will spill out 

Shawn Devlin I think I almost drown on one of those blue bell trips.
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Toby Randell I like Shawn Devlin used to jump from the Main St. Bridge, when those sorts of things were approved of or at a minimum looked the other way at. It was nothing for 30-40 kids to have a game of tag at the dam that would last for hours. There were certain pools you would have to navigate to get from the top of the dam to the bottom, or the brave ones would slide down the dam wall itself and hide underneath the lip of he big horseshoe or rock ledges while kids jumped/slipped over top of you not knowing you were there. I still have a few scars on my legs from a misstep or a mistimed jump. Some of the best times of my young teenage summers were spent at the dam.

Dan Williams Somewhere there’s a post card of some girls lounging on the rocks just below the dam. I knew some of them.

 

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Peter Iveson One had to be careful about broken glass, I remember one time my mum and I rowed my grandfather ‘s punt one very hot summers day. I was walking on the rocks of the original rapids below the dam when I felt a sharp pain in my heal. I stepped on a broken bottle, I started to bleed, my mother got me in the row boat and we tied up at Dr.Johnston’s, and we rushed to his clinic.and were immediately dealt with. A nurse cleaned the wound, gave it some iodine,and Dr.Johnston sewed it up. I never went swimming at the dam without wearing shoes. My memory of swimming at the dam.

Llew Lloyd One more story: The last day of school it was a given that we’d all gather at the dam / powerhouse for a celebratory swim. We had learned over the years to keep an eye out for the police crossing the bridge just in case they decided to turn down Bell street and pay us a visit . On this particular occasion once we knew they were headed down Bell we did our usual retreat to ” the ledge ” jumped off and swam down to the railway bridge. But this time there was a catch. The police stopped at the powerhouse and picked up all the bicycles and took them to the police station. Sure was glad I lived within walking distance .

Dan Williams Sometimes the Town cops were pretty damn smart eh Llew? Of course they already new who all the culprits were!

Llew Lloyd One time, I’m not sure if it was George MacDonald or Ray Lancaster walked to the end of the ledge, yelled stop or I’ll shoot, and fired his revolver into the air . The boy standing in the water with his hands in the air shall remain nameless. I sometimes think the police loved the game as much as we did .

Dan Williams EXCELLENT STORY!!! Can you imagine if that happened now!😂

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William McIlquaham From The Theatre to the Fire

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William McIlquaham From The Theatre to the Fire

 - FATAL RUN TO FIRE Carleton Place Fire Chief Vic...

 

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Clipped from

  1. The Ottawa Journal,
  2. 12 Jan 1928, Thu,
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The first Fire Hall was across from the present day Maple Leaf Dairy and this property was rented for $7.00 per month, for the period from 1st of December to the 1st of April. In 1902, the Company moved from Bridge Street to Mill Street and took up station in the Town Hall. The Company remained there until 1978, when a larger facility was built, further down Mill Street. In April of 1995, the Ocean Wave Company moved to its present site on Coleman Street.

 

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Lanark County Pigs on the Wing

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Lanark County Pigs on the Wing

 

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When most of the citizens of Lanark County kept a pig or two, the practice was to buy the pigs when they were  a month or two old from a farmer. They would feed them until the late fall, then slaughter them and salt the meat away for Winter.

One day William McCall came to town with a wagon full of young grunters. Knocking on doors began to go up and down the streets of Carleton Place offering his piglets for sale. Nearly all of them were black Berkshires and the best that could be bought in Lanark County. When Mr. McCall called at the home of Jim Shiels he only had three left: two Berkshires and one runt.

Jim said he would take the rest of them at the usual price of two bucks each, but Bill hung out for a price of $2.50 each as that was the price he got for the rest of them. Well, the prospective buyer stated he did not intend paying more than the going price.

It looks like a deadlock was developing and old Bill, well, he was ready to drive away, until Hollie Shiels, Jim’s son, came out to tell his father that dinner was ready. Hollie saw what was going on and took it upon himself to act as a kind of referee between the two.

He gave his Dad a wink and  told Mr. McCall that in his opinion the black Berkshires were definitely worth $2.50 a piece. A suggestion from Hollie was that his father buy the two black ones for that price, and surely Mr. McCall would throw in the runt for a dollar. Not thinking too clearly the seller thought this new deal was quite acceptable,  money was exchanged and the wheels of commerce turned once again. Mr. McCall rode down Town Line that night towards home thinking he had the best of the deal. He hadn’t been born in a barn but there was no question that no one got the best of him in the art of the deal– until he got home later and thought really about it.

 

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 and The Tales of Almonte