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Rosamond and Victoria Mill — Rosamond Journey from Carleton Place to Almonte

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Rosamond and Victoria Mill — Rosamond Journey from Carleton Place to Almonte

The following article was published in 1954 in: “Textiles,” a leaflet published regularly by the Primary Textiles Institute of Canada, with headquarters in Toronto. When James Rosamond opened a wool cloth mill at Morphy’s Falls in the Ottawa Valley in 1845 it is doubtful whether he realized that he was founding one of Canada’s proudest, and later most unfortunate industries.

Rosamond moved the art of making wool textiles from the settlers’ home into an industrial plant and then for more than 100 years the industry developed with Canada, experiencing normal ups and downs but generally growing in stature. The Ottawa Valley remained the hub of the industry, but it spread out from Nova Scotia to British Columbia and the names of towns like Carleton Place (formerly Morphy’s Falls), Perth, Almonte, Renfrew, Arnprior, Appleton, Hespeler, Brantford) Lachute, Sherbrooke and Huntingdon became synonymous with fine woollens.

Through good times and bad the industry served the country well. Peak of operations was reached in the period 1948-1950. During World War II, mills provided millions of yards of Service fabric and in the immediate post-war era worked hard to meet the heavy accumulated demands they were expected to fill. The future was thought to hold promise. By 1950 the industry had some 16,000 workers in 200 mills and 146 communities and as a traditional Canadian industry was well established in towns where it was often the mainstay of the district. But then the industry became caught in an economic trap which had been set inadvertently fifteen years earlier, but which was only sprung by changing world conditions.

The stage was set in 1935 when the Canadian government, in the course of establishing tariffs on wool cloths entering this country from Great Britain, set a maximum duty to allow easy access to this market for a few English fabrics then considered to be in a “special” category. The blow began to fall about 1950 when increasing costs of raw wool, labour, chemicals machinery, etc., shoved most wool cloths into the bracket previously considered “special.”

The effective rate of the tariff on imports competing with Canadian cloths was greatly reduced and the duty no longer became anywhere near equalizing the wide differential in Canadian and English wages. The Labor Differential with most of their wool cloths entering Canada under a greatly reduced rate of duty English mills have been able during the past three or four years to take full advantage of their lower labour costs and shipments here have been increased in volume to take 40% of the entire market. Every yard of English wool cloth has been taken away from the Canadian industry and its workers.

Twenty eight mills have been closed. More than 6,000 people have lost their jobs and not all those remaining are working full time. Hardest hit have been Canada’s little “woollen” towns—in Renfrew the two mills that were the backbone of the town economy have closed, in Almonte employment dropped from 400 to about 45, at Carleton Place one mill closed and another is operating part-time, and in Huntingdon employment dropped from close to 700 to just over 200.

The story is the same almost everywhere. One of the casualties was James Rosamond’s historic business which was moved from Carleton Place to Almonte in 1857 and had operated there ever since. After being closed all last winter it now has 25 employees.

Mary Peden 1920s Carleton Place- Photo property Linda Seccaspina– Rosamond House in the background on Bell Street.The Peden Family- Genealogy– Peden Saunders Sadler
Victoria Woolen Factory (1830s)
  • The mill stood on river bank near James St. The Rosamond House (1838) which is still standing is at 37 Bell St.
  • James Rosamond operated a carding mill from 1838-1846 and then a custom carding and woolen mill from 1846 – 1857.

From the Carleton Place Walking Tour click — By the Carleton Place & District Chamber of Commerce

 

The Church Wardens of St. James Church here in 1845 were Catin Willis and James Rosamond, founder of the Rosamond textile manufacturing firm.

James Rosamond of Carleton Place, a shareholder of the short lived Ramsay corporation, then moved his woollen mill operations, the first in Eastern Ontario, from Carleton Place to Almonte as the founding of Almonte’s leading manufacturing enterprise.  He bought the site of the Ramsay Company’s mill and built a four storey stone building, later known as No. 2 Mill, which he opened in 1857.  Before its erection Samuel Reid and John McIntosh opened a small woollen factory in 1854 on the former site of the Boyce fulling mill.  James Rosamond, who lived until 1894, gave the management of his growing business in 1862 to his sons Bennett and William, who doubled its plant capacity and in 1866 admitted George Stephen, Montreal woollen manufacturer, as a partner.  He became Baron Mount Stephen, president of the Bank of Montreal and first president of the Canadian Pacific Railway Company.

The new Rosamond firm of 1866 began operations by buying the Island property of some sixteen acres and building its No. 1 Mill, then one of the finest in Canada.  Bennett Rosamond (1833-1910) was elected president of the Canadian Manufacturers  Association in 1890 and was Conservative Member of Parliament for North Lanark from 1892-1904.  He was president of the Almonte Knitting Company and in 1909 donated the Rosamond Memorial Hospital to the town.  He continued as head of the Rosamond Woollen Company until his death, when he was succeeded by Lieutenant Alex Rosamond (1873-1916).

A number of other woollen mills opened soon after the original Rosamond mill in Almonte.  Among the first were those of John McIntosh (1832-1904), a large frame building on the upper falls, and of John Baird (1820-1894) and Gilbert Cannon, all on Mill Street.  Sawmills, machine shops and iron foundries followed, including among the latter the foundry operated for a few years by John Flett (1836-1900).  A local real estate boom and flurry of inflated land speculation developed, only to collapse in a severe depression of the mid-seventies.  A fire loss of over $20,000 in 1877 destroyed the Cannon mill and the machinery of its lessee William H. Wylie, who moved to Carleton Place where he leased the McArthur (now Bates) woollen mill and later bought the Hawthorne woollen mill.  William Thoburn (1847-1928) began to manufacture flannels at Almonte in 1880 and became the head of the Almonte Knitting Company and Member of Parliament from 1908 to 1917.  Five textile mills in Almonte in 1904 were those of the Rosamond Woollen Company, William Thoburn, James H. Wylie Co. Limited, Almonte Knitting Company, and the Anchor Knitting Co. Limited.

The Rosamonds.

“For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales.”

Every age, of course, has its dreamers. The Vision which Lord Tennyson expressed in “Locksley Hall” was written in the year 1842. The words have a prophetic ring about them, and might lead the incautious reader to impute just a little less than angelic insight into Tennyson, and a great deal more that human dreaming.

Yet, today, four-hundred passenger jet-powered aircraft zip in magic argosies through the purple twilight, wings outspread to span the continent in a bound, like eagles beating the air currents over a mountain pass. Nuclear power is no longer a maverick, but submits tamely to the harness. Occasionally too, after successful splashdown, men returning from a two-week rocket trip to the moon are greeted and welcomed back on earth as only ordinary heroes. It is the succeeding age that learns that dreams never do match stride with reality.

James Rosamond was a businessman in Carleton Place, but he became a dreamer in Almonte. It was thirty years after the Scots and Irish had arrived in “the place with a falls on the Mississippi” as Peter Robinson described in, and then years after Tennyson’s “Locksley Hall” had been put into circulation, and only a few months before the suggestion was made that the village might be called after a Mexican general who was then prominent in the news of the day.

Three hundred people were living in the village situated above the falls in the Mississippi River. Daniel Shipman had a sawmill below the falls, and a square timber-making yard above. The place was usually referred to as Shipman’s Mills. The age-old roar of the river in flood as it went crashing through the gorge, this was the sound that sang in the ears of the inhabitants both by day and by night. Only when summer came in and the river subsided did the roaring cease, and in its place the sounds of settlement took over, the rasp and scrape of the saw, the snick snick of the broad axe, and the clank of chains holding the boom logs together as they lapped so slightly in the current of the river above the falls.

James Rosamond emigrated from Ireland in 1827, and, after getting established, he formed business interests in Carleton Place in 1832 which comprised a wood-working plant, a grinding mill, and a custom carding plant. In 1846 he expanded the woollen end of things by adding spinning machines, and in this way he was responsible for the start of the woollen manufacturing business in Carleton Place.

In 1851 he ventured capital to become a partner in another enterprise, the Ramsay Woolen Cloth Manufacturing Company. The company’s principal share holders were local people around Shipman’s Mill. Daniel Shipman, of course, was one of them, and James Rosamond now found himself partnered with a vigorous enterpriser, and the reputed founder of the place by the falls on the Mississippi.

They acquired a mill site beside the cataract and then erected a frame mill and set to work. Demand for woollen products was very good amongst the people on the farms in Ramsay and Huntley, the mill was the first woollen mill in the place, and the future looked good. Their venture marked the beginning of what was to become the major industry of the place for the next hundred years.

Disaster, however, struck a scant two months after the mill had been put into operation. Fire broke out. The mill was totally destroyed, and the company was forced by circumstances to close down. Two years later, in 1853, James Rosamond bought the site and prepared to rebuild on the same spot. Mr. Rosamond, however was from Ireland, and this time he resolved to build in stone.

That winter of 1853 was eventful in many ways. Circumstances were just right to make an ordinary business minded person become a dreamer, and an ordinary dreamer become a prophet.

The name “Waterford” had been proposed for this place by the falls, but another locality in western Ontario had already usurped the Irish place name for itself. John Haskins suggested another to Major Gemmill. Almonte. The name was proposed officially, was accepted and remained.

For fifteen years also the Rideau Canal had been in operation and traffic moved regularly over the route from Bytown up the Rideau to Kemptville, Burritt’s Rapids, Merrickville, and a place called Smiths Falls, and thence through the Poonamalee locks and the lakes of the Big Rideau chain to Westport, on to Brewer’s Mills, Seeley’s Bay, and over the height of land at Cranberry Lake before dipping down to Cataraqui and Kingston.

Oh the canal was a great improvement. No doubt about it. It opened up the hinterland between Kingston and Ottawa, but still, transportation was a problem. Everybody knew that. Everyone talked about it, but very few seemed to have any idea what to do about it. People in the villages along the Mississippi, and especially those at Almonte, needed a means of transportation to enable them to break out of the bonds of the primitive land. The bush and the river were holding them back. They needed roads.

That winter of 1853 they called a public meeting in Almonte. The need for something to be done about transportation, that was the idea that triggered the meeting. The people wanted to find out if it would be possible to build a macadamized road the Smiths Falls where goods and produce could be put aboard boats moving through the Rideau Canal. If they could get into the big markets of the United States by shipping through the canal, commerce would be stimulated and the village would go forward.

James Rosamond was at the meeting, and was doing a lot of listening. Someone asked what could be done about the number of Irish navies who had been hired to work years before on the building of the Rideau Canal, and had been footloose, many of them, in the country since the completion of the canal. Ostensibly they were looking for work, but, of course, anyone without regular employment was suspect.

James Rosamond knew the skills of the Irish. They could build in stone. They could build macadamized roads, and they could build stone woollen mills. It took only a moment’s glance to tell there was lots of stone in the area around Almonte, and it was quite suitable for building purposes. Perhaps the Irish could be put to work on the mill he had in mind, or on the macadamized road, or both for that matter.

The someone at the meeting dropped a bomb. Heavens, the man said, why waste time on a macadamized road to Smiths Falls? Why not build a railway? In fact, why stop at Smiths Falls? Why not build a railway that would go straight through Carleton Place, Franktown, Smiths Falls, Jasper, right on down to the Front, to the St. Lawrence at Brockville? A railway would prove much more valuable for trade than the canal; it would open up the American market far more speedily than anything else for the goods and products that would come from mills now building and to be built to run from the falls of the Mississippi at this place now called Almonte.

A railway? The very idea intrigued James Rosamond. To Brockville on the St. Lawrence? Now there was vision. This Almonte was a forward looking place, and these were forward looking people. Just my kind of people, thought James Rosamond. The meeting broke up, but Mr. Rosamond, Daniel Shipman and a few others remained standing outside the meeting hall, looking at the river, the conversation continued about this new dimension in transportation. The men in the group seemed to be strangely taken. Something had come over them. Here they had come to a meeting to discuss building a macadamized road to Smiths Falls, and now, without warning, they found themselves in earnest discussion about a railroad to Brockville. For a moment Mr. Rosamond wondered if the scope of the venture had got out of control; yet, no denying it, the railroad idea had a lot of merit.

James Rosamond found his focus after the meeting had changed greatly from what it had been before. The Railroad now intruded on his mind so powerfully that he found he could neither shake free of its grasp nor swing this thoughts back to the mundane things like woolens, macadamized roads and stone mills.

In the end the clump of men outside the meeting hall decided to break up their discussion and return to their homes, but not before they took one firm resolve, they would make a journey to Brockville to discuss the matter with friends there at greater length, and, if the signs appeared favourable, to find associates in the town on the shore of the St. Lawrence, and enlist their support in sharing in a grand design, a railway to link the St. Lawrence River with the Ottawa River through Almonte.

The Mills of Carleton Place -Victoria Woolen Factory to the Hawthorn

Rosamonds – The One Carleton Place Let Get Away

Letters from Bennett Rosamond — 1894- Adin Daigle Collection

Rosamond History– The “Damn” Dam Case 1870

More Photos of the Rosamond Water Tower

Pinehurst 1898 — The Rosamond Home — 8 Years After it was Built

Five Men That Tied up the Rosamond Mill 1907

The Mules of the Number 1 Mill?

The Drought of 1871 and the Mills on the Mississippi River

So Who Was Mary Rosemond/Rosamond?

Was Working in One of Our Local Mills Like Working in a Coal Mine?

Babies in the Textile Mills

The Rosamond Woolen Company’s Constipation Blues

Who Got What? The Will of William Gillies

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From my personal collection

The Will finally was publicized in 1914

CLIPPED FROM
The Lanark Era
Lanark, Ontario, Canada
22 Apr 1914, Wed  •  Page 8

CLIPPED FROM
The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
17 Apr 1914, Fri  •  Page 2

McLaren Left it All to the McLeod Sisters–His Maids!

The Story of Henry Marshall and his Inheritance

Family Heirlooms and Antiques of Mississippi Mills — Golden Jubilee 1937

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 19- Code Family–“Michell was never known to have any money, excepting at or after tax sales”

The Missing Heir

The Case of the Missing $900

Kay McPhail — Lottery Winner– The Buchanan Scrapbook Clippings

Hal Kirkland –A Machine for Making Money

The Out-Of Luck Mr. Strang of Smiths Falls

Irish Sweepstakes 1948 Two Men Stood to Win 100,000!!

Those in charge of the Gemmill Park must erect WHAT??? You will not believe this!

So What Happened to Miss Winnifred Knight Dunlop Gemmill’s Taxidermy Heads?

Who Won the 1950 Austin Sedan?

The Gillies Machine Shops Fire 1906

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The Gillies Machine Shops Fire 1906

Karen Phillips Curran
There has to be community will behind it or it fails. If the community cannot see the benefits of heritage then it fails.

Carleton Place HeraldMarch 27, 1906

DISASTROUS FIRE THIS MORNING

The Gillies Machine Shops Sadly Damaged—Loss Very Heavy

One of the most disastrous fires we have had in Carleton Place for some time occurred this morning this morning in the machine works of the John Gillies Estate Co., Ltd., when the two upper flats were destroyed, with a number of the new launches—some finished and some in course of construction—all the wood working machinery and all the patterns and stock carried on the third floor were destroyed.  The loss is inestimable at this writing but it will not be less than $10,000 and is probably greater and is complete as the Company carried their own risk.  At least twenty men will be out of employment for a time and those of them working on the second flat have lost their tools as well.

The fire started about 8:35 and was caused by an explosion of gasoline in a launch that was about complete.  Master George Dougherty was operating the engine with a view to testing it, when a spark somehow got to the gasoline tank, causing an explosion that blew the end out of the boat and scattered the fire instantly amongst the flammable material in the shop.  Dougherty was badly scorched about the hands and arms and his face and neck were singed.  How he escaped worse injury is marvelous.  He also has a foot badly bruised.  The spread of the fire was so rapid that the man had to flee at once and it was no time until the third flat, where was stored the valuable patterns, finished in oil and varnish, was all ablaze.

The alarm was sounded at once and in a remarkably short time the fire brigade responded.  Two lines of hose were attached to the hydrant in front of the Canada Woolen Mills and water was soon playing; a third line of hose was attached from Brown’s pump and a little later two additional streams were thrown from the fire engine on the river bank.  A third stream was run from the factory later, making six in all but the fire being in the upper part of the high building and with so much material to feed the flames, made it difficult to handle and before the last spark was extinguished the best part of the roof of the building and the floor between the second and third flats were destroyed.

There were five complete launches in the shop—one was valued at $1,200—besides other boats partly built.  Whilst these are not completely destroyed, the loss is very considerable and the damage by water to the valuable machinery on the lower floors will also be heavy.

Mr. James Gillies, who is president of the company, has been in poor health for a week or two and is not in a position to give an explanation as to the loss or what action the company may take to restore the establishment.  Messrs. William and David Gillies are also at home, and witnessed the heroic work of the firemen and others as they struggled with the devouring elements.

Meanwhile the employees will devote their energies to protecting the plant and doing what they can to save the perishable material.

The disaster could scarce have come at a worse season, when the Company were busy with orders and everything was humming in the expectation of a busy season in the launch and engine business.

Much regret is expressed throughout the town, as the loss will be felt in more ways than one and it is hoped the company will see their way to rebuilding without delay.


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The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
27 Mar 1906, Tue  •  Page 1

Arnold Gillies Muirhead – Gary Box photo
Arnold Gillies Muirhead who lived in Carleton Place 1907 aged 4 who was used in the John Gillies Estate catalogue of gasoline engines and motorboats made in Carleton Place–Public Archives photo
Austin B. Gillies with camera, child Arnold Gillies Muirhead beside Mr. David Gillies’ home on Bridge Street and Bridge Street. ca. 1910. Item.Copied container number: PA-059334-

Gillies Mill and Blacksmith shop ( used to be Bill Baggs home)– read The Curious World of Bill Bagg — The Gillies Blacksmith Shop

John Gillies was born in 1811 on Scotland. In 1822 he came to Canada with his father, brother, and sister settling on a bush farm in Lanark. His mother and remaining family came a year later. It was a hard existence for them, with the lay of the land making them struggle for existence. However,the frugality of a Scotsman, and the perseverance, overcame all obstacles. In 1836 Gillies struck out for himself and created a bush farm. In 1838 Gillies engaged in a lumbering operation and also wool carding and cloth dressing machines.

In 1875, John Gillies built a machine shop for his 20-year-old son, Alexander, on Rosamond Street in Carleton Place, right on the bank of the Mississippi River. Next door was the Blacksmith shop that was used for the machine shop.

In 1872 he disposed of his mill property and moved to Carleton Place. He still owned the lumbering enterprise with Peter McLaren. Gillies ended up retiring—sold his share to McLaren and established a foundry for the manufacture of mill machinery and steam engines. He erected this building in 1875 for that purpose. The building was originally 4 stories and they also used the blacksmith shop next door. He was also a senior member of Gillies Son & Co Manufacturers of woolen fabrics. At 77, he was like our local Mr. Tom Cavanagah and still running the show. Gillies made a specialty manufacture of Shipman and Acme automatic steam engines using coal for fuel. They had exclusive control of the patents on these engines in the Dominion of Canada.

The Mississippi River flows around McArthur Island and a man made channel for the Mississippi River was built and re-directed for the McArthur mill. The shocking part was realizing that another channel once lapped the back doors of the old Gillies Mill. Yup–right by the back door and through the late Bill Bagg’s adjacent property that was once the blacksmith shop for the Gillies Mill.

The company was known for their neatness, simplicity and cleanliness. They were also beloved for their many company “pleasure parties” so they would not have the annoyance a of labour disruption. They had many catalogues and circulars — none of which have been seen by the Carleton Place and Beckwith Museum. It was also added that their firms engines and boilers were exempt from government inspection.

In 1908 the town of Carleton Place loaned Messrs Bates and Innes ten thousand dollars extending over a ten year period of time and exemption from taxation except for school purposes to start the manufacture of knitted felt goods in what was known as gillies mills. After it closed it served purpose to many companies and no word if the town got their money back. Working hours for the winter season at the woollen mill of Gillies & Son & Company were from 7 a.m. to 6.15 p.m. with closing time one hour earlier on Saturdays.

When Bill Bagg bought that house (blacksmith shop) he found an open cistern/well inside his home and it had to be boarded up so no one would get hurt. That made me shiver and think of the film Silence of the Lambs.

The Pengor was also built in this building The Pengor Penguin presented to Queen Elizabeth and Prince Phillip during their visit to Ottawa in 1964.–Kevin Percy said–They had less than a week to prep this for the presentation ! Photo- Kevin Percy–The Pengor company set up their assembly factory by the town yard in Carleton Place in the former Bates and Innes Mill on McArthur Island between the bridges. They initially planned to produce 100 Penguins a day and the maiden voyage of a red and white Penguin went into the mighty Mississippi River. Penguin being presented to Queen Elizabeth during visit to Canada and in front of the town hall.

Then it turned to Digital and Bluebell ( wrangler jeans)

https://lindaseccaspina.wordpress.com/…/the-blue-bell…/

They tried to turn it into condos and ran out of money.

Photo and text from the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum

The Curious World of Bill Bagg — The Gillies Blacksmith Shop

Before the Gillies House There was.. Fire 1873

The Gillies Fire Braeside July 4th 1949

Did You Know that Carleton Place had an Affiliation with Peg-Leg Brown?

Updates on The Witch of Plum Hollow — Susan Fulford

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Updates on The Witch of Plum Hollow — Susan Fulford

Mother Barnes– The Witch of Plum Hollow

Susan Fulford wrote:

Hi Linda, I came across your post on Facebook this morning with lots of articles on Mother Barnes, witch of Plum Hollow.  My cousin Doug McCarten posted a thank you.  One of the articles posted was titled “Witch of Plum Hollow Carleton Place Grandmother “.  I should have noted the name of the person who posted this but I didn’t. 

There are several errors due to the fact that there are two Amy Buchanans. Mother Barnes granddaughter was Amy Barnes Buchanan, daughter of Sam Barnes. She was born and raised in Smiths Falls.  Her father was a blacksmith and carriage maker and the family were quite well off.  This Amy was my grandmother, also grandmother of Jan McCarten Sansom and Doug McCarten, my cousins.  Amy Barnes Buchanan went to Queens University for a year and then became a teacher.  She taught at Snow Road.  She met and married George Buchanan, a farmer near Maberly. 

They had three daughters, Agnes, Hilda ( my mother ) and Amy ( Jan and Doug’s mother ).  When my mother was six ( 1917 ) George sold the farm in Maberly and bought a farm in Appleton ( now owned by Edith Clarke ).  He sold that farm in about 1923 or 24 finding it too hard to get labour after WWI.  The family moved to Carleton Place and rented at least two different houses, one on Flora opposite the end of McRostie Street and another on High Street.  The year they moved to CP, my mother Hilda,  started high school on Lake Ave., this school having been built the year before.

 


George Buchanan became an insurance agent and after all three daughters had left home, he and Amy bought the lovely stone house on Bridge St. opposite the end of High Street.  Daughter Agnes married Archie Colvin and lived in Connecticut, daughter Hilda married Lorne MacRostie and lived in Ottawa, and daughter Amy married Vern McCarten and lived in Toronto.  Amy and Vern moved to Carleton Place about 1949 to help George Buchanan with the insurance business as George had cancer.  They initially rented a house on Joseph Street and later bought the house on Bridge Street from Amy Buchanan.  Amy Buchanan lived in several rented apartments, the last one being the top floor of the brick house on Charles St. at the corner of Emily.

So Mother Barnes was the mother of Sam Barnes, Sam was the father of Amy Barnes Buchanan, Amy Barnes Buchanan was the mother of Agnes Colvin, Hilda MacRostie and Amy McCarten.  The three sisters were very close and the MacRosties and McCartens had Sunday dinners together often, either in Ottawa or CP.  The three families rented cottages together on Hay’s shore for several summers. 

My family MacRostie is also related to the McRosties of Carleton Place.  My grandfather James was a brother of Fred, Winnie McRostie’s father.  At some point, James and at least one other brother changed the spelling from McR to MacR.  We don’t know why.  I keep in touch with Winnie’s niece Joan, we are second cousins.

My children and Jan’s children are close.  Jan and I are five years apart in age, Jan’s daughter Diana and my daughter Stephanie are five years apart and Stephanie was born on Jan’s birthday.

Another coincidence – Mary and Wally Cook’s wedding attendants were Dr. and Mrs. Kendall, the parents of my friend Jane, whom I’ve known since grade seven at Connaught School in Ottawa and our teacher that year was Leta Andison of CP.

Sorry, Linda, I got a little carried away with the family history.  My grandmother Amy Buchanan was a teacher, I was a teacher and spent the first six years of my career at Caldwell School in Carleton Place and lived in Mississippi Manor next to the hospital, and my granddaughter is at Queens doing ConEd to become to become a teacher. 

John Morrow

1 day ago

I might note: the building at Black’s Corners is the Beckwith Township Municipal Offices; Goulburn is a few kilometres east (I believe), starting at Ashton.

By the way, Linda, you and I met once at a presentation about Mother Barnes at the Goulbourn building at Black’s Corners.  I was there with cousin Jan and daughter Stephanie.  Sue MacRostie Fulford  ( photo above I took)

Clipped from Vancouver Daily World, 18 Oct 1889, Fri, Page 1

This was posted on the Tales of Carleton Place yesterday by Jim Hicks and Doug B. McCarten said Jim Hicks it was extensively restored by the previous owner who just (I guess) sold it! She did a remarkable job! My family is very grateful to her for it had previously fallen into disrepair! She ran it as a museum dedicated to Granny Barnes memory. I wonder what will happen to it now? (home of the Witch of Plum Hollow)

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The Witch of Plum Hollow Files- An Evening in Smiths Falls

Mother Barnes and the Missing Money of South March

Mother Barnes– The Colonel’s Daughter in Plum Hollow

An Interview with the Witch of Plum Hollow–Mother Barnes— The Ottawa Free Press 1891

The Witch of Plum Hollow and the Blacksmith

My Grandmother was Mother Barnes-The Witch of Plum Hollow

The Witch of Plum Hollow – Carleton Place Grandmother

Plum Hollow Witch and The Mountain Man of Pakenham

The Witch of Plum Hollow — Complete Story File

Carleton Place News July 30, 1952 – Drowning and Robbery

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Carleton Place News July 30, 1952 – Drowning and Robbery

July 30, 1952

James Robinson, 25, of Carleton Place and native of Timmins, died of a heart attack on Sunday while swimming in the Mississippi River opposite the Recreation Centre supervised pool. Deceased is a brother of Mrs. Earl Kemp who resided in Almonte for several years and who now operates the Moderaire Beauty Salon on Bridge Street, Carleton Place. Mr. Robinson came to Carleton Place a short time ago and was employed in Findlays Limited. He weighed 230 pounds. He was halfway across the river when he took the seizure and sank in 15 feet of water. John Drummond, son of Mr. and Mrs. Gordon Drummond, and Ken Williams, son of Mr. and Mrs. Omar Williams, went to his rescue and although they are both’ only 12 years of age, they dragged him to the shore. They answered calls for help from the victim’s brother-in-law, Earl Kemp. Artificial respiration was applied but examination by Dr. J. A. Johnston revealed that the young man died of a heart attack as there was no water in his lungs.

July 30, 1952

On July 1st, a young married woman of this town lost a considerable sum of money. She travelled on the Pembroke local to Ottawa that day and when she arrived found that her money was gone. The only time she opened her purse was at the C.P.R. station here, and it is likely that the money fell out of her purse at her feet when she bought her ticket. An advertisement in this paper failed to bring results. Someone picked that money up and that person must have a very elastic conscience to be able to keep money that belongs to a young mother who can ill afford to lose it. If the finder ever suffers remorse, it can be returned anonymously to the Gazette office and we will see that it gets to the proper party. Now and then when money is lost the finder does return it. When this happens, it recalls the lines written by Longfellow: “Whene’er a noble deed is done “Our hearts in glad surprise “To higher levels rise.’

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Franktown Wedding Show June 22,2022

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Franktown Wedding Show June 22,2022

A big thank you to everyone who participated in the Luncheon & Bridal Fashion Show on Saturday June 25th at Brunton Hall in Blacks Corners. “Brides of St James & Friends”

Incredible gowns spanning the years 1909 to 2021 were presented, by the models who did a fantastic job of showcasing the gowns. From all accounts, everyone had a great time.

A huge THANK YOU to Beckwith Township who Hosted this event, celebrating the 200th Anniversary of St James, Franktown.– Cora Nolan

Author’s Note… so sad I missed this..:(

Photos by Sandra Powell who also did all the music for the show.

More then 34 vintage wedding gowns. Thanks again Sandra for the photos

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All photos from St James Franktown

Flashback to 1941 and the wedding photo of Evelyn Currie and Eddie Campbell, shown with her parents George and Annie Currie. They were married in St. James Franktown.
(If anyone has photos that are related to St. James please let Janice Tennant Campbell know. Thanks!)

St James Franktown
Flashback Friday – The Wedding of Mid Currie and Joe Conlon in 1952

Flashback Friday – The Wedding of Mid Currie and Joe Conlon in 1952

Memories of a Wedding Dress — Lisa Franceschi Schnaidt

She Said Yes to her Grandmother’s Dress

  1. The Wedding of Rosanna Ouellette
  2. The Engagement of Rosanna Ouelette
  3. The Wedding of Stanley Alexander Jackson and Margaret Elizabeth Forbes
  4. The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 15- Code Family– Love and Runaway Marriages
  5. If You Can’t Wear a Princess Dress on Monday — Then When Can You?
  6. An “Absolutely Fabulous” White Wedding Day — May 19
  7. Odd Ironic Wedding Stories –Or it was Almost Lonely Valley
  8. Marriage Records Lanark County, Ontario, Canada–
  9. Names Names NamesTill Death Do Us Part in Lanark County?
  10. Taming of the Beckwith Shrew?
  11. A Smith’s Falls “Frustrated Young Love’s Dream” Purdy vs Lenahan
  12. Going to the Chapel? Hold on– Not so Fast!
  13. Another Episode in Spinsterdom–The Armour Sisters of Perth
  14. She Came Back! A Ghost Divorce Story
  15. Slander You Say in Hopetown? Divorce in Rosetta?
  16. Go Ask Alice – The Saga of a Personal Ad Divorce

Sweetest Man in Lanark County — Harry Toop Honey Maker

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Sweetest Man in Lanark County — Harry Toop Honey Maker

I found a 4lb Honey Tin
From Harry G Toop
R.R.3 Carleton Place
Adin Daigle

Mr. Harry Toop, well known apiarist, who is now located near Arnprior but who used to reside in Ramsay Township near Carleton Place, was surprised to receive the following letter from a stranger who was travelling to the Old Country aboard the Empress of France:

Dear Mr. Toop, It is a brilliant, sunny, warm day on the mid-Atlantic and just the correct atmosphere for thinking about bees and honey. I have enjoyed your honey so much during this last week that I cannot refrain from commending you. Your honey is used on this ship and its clear, well prepared packaging is a credit to your skill and business methods. The quality of the honey interests me even more. I am perfectly sure that the many passengers who are eating this product are doing so because of this good flavour.

In fact, I have taken the time to ask many of them why they eat it and the answer is the same. “It tastes good and it looks nice.” I am on my way to Britain and Europe to look at the foreign bees and apiaries, not as a scientist or commercial giant, but out of interest alone. My own apiary is at Bobcaygeon, Ont., where I find that flavour and appearance of honey sells more of it than price controls and bargain lots. With a lot of people aboard and all of them looking for something to do, it gives them fun and me too, when I talk of bees and beekeeping. It is astounding to find so many people who have heard little or nothing about honey. I People who have honey to sell | should note this. Good luck to you, sir, I hope you have a bumper season. July 1952 Almonte Gazette

So Harry Toop, renowned beekeeper for the last 62 years, how do those beastly little suckers make honey, anyway? “I could talk about bees all week,” says Mr. Toop, 80, while explaining the parts of a brood box in the wooden shed built onto his 1870s brick farmhouse on the Upper Dwyer Hill Road. “I’m still fascinated with bees. After all this time, I still haven’t learned everything about them yet.”

During the next four hours, he will show you samples of the nasty verroa mite, read pertinent verses from Deuteronomy, retell the biblical story of the prodigal son, inquire about your stance on angels, tell the story of his wife’s passing three year’s ago today, recount his vacation to Seattle, and explain what concession line he grew up on outside Carleton Place.

He will tell you about the man who filled a 70-gallon butter crock full of honey, then cracked it wide open on his trunk latch. “Seventy pounds of honey in his trunk,” says Mr. Toop, releasing a series of high-pitched “hee-hee-hees”. Or the contestant who cheated one year at the Royal Winter Fair in Toronto by adding food colouring to darken his amber honey; or how it’s okay to be in a bad mood once in a while. “Even my mother-in-law got in bad humour on a windy day.” Or the guy who filled his expensive beeswax bars with cheaper parafin, wax, in an effort to cheat his dealer.

“Not all the crooks are dead, you know.” Right, so the bee flies up to the flower, Mr. Toop, and then what happens? “Do you remember how the refraction of light works?” And he is off again, demonstrating a device used to measure the moisture content of honey by measuring how the light bends through a drop of the sweet liquid. “Once the queen starts to lay eggs, she never has to be fertilized again,” says Mr. Toop, who once kept a queen bee for five years, which seems an awfully long time for a bug to live.

The queen seems to have something to do with the production of honey, as do other bees called drones and workers. “It’s marvelous. I’m amazed at these bees.” Harry (Honey) Toop, who has five daughters, learned about making honey from his father and grandfather and at one time had 800 hives. The fourth of 10 children, he still remembers the year when he harvested 96,000 pounds of honey, using it to supply more than 60 stores in a circuit around Arnprior.

When he started in the business, honey was selling for nine cents a pound. He still retails a little to his favoured customers, at $1.80 a pound. “In order to be a good beekeeper, you have to think like a bee,” says Mr. Toop, without elaborating on that particular thought process. His main preoccupation now is his beekeeping supply business. In a big workshop about 100 metres from his house, he builds wooden frames, foundation combs, big wooden boxes that house bees during the winter, and other stuff that seems to have something to do with making honey.

We still aren’t sure. – It is clear that Mr. Toop who is as sharp as a bee’s stinger knows everything there is to know about bees and honey. In fact, maybe he knows too much. Which could explain why he has such trouble knowing where to begin answering questions for non-experts. From a little office in the back, he pulls out a brown book with a gold embossed cover that reads All I Know about Beekeeping, By Harry Toop. Finally, we’re getting somewhere. He flips it open and the pages are blank. Mr. Toop is nearly doubled over with laughter. “I got you on that one … hee, hee, hee.”

Mr. Toop built the workshop himself and supplies dozens of products to small beekeepers in the area, ‘ “See that saw over there? I bought it in 1940. I’ve got to show you this.” From a cupboard, he pulls out a saw blade resting in a wooden sleeve and yanks out the end of his tape measure. “Now this blade was 10 inches when I bought it.” It now measures eight and five-eights, the wear caused by thousands of cuts and hundreds of sharpenings.

Mr. Toop, a tall man with blue eyes and neatly combed white hair, has a cross-cut saw on the wall that he remembers felled 2,600 logs one winter. It needs to be sharpened with a special file. “Would you be interested in seeing it?” And off he goes again, seeking out yet another drawer holding a tool wrapped in brown paper. It hardly needs to be said that Mr. Toop loves being a beekeeper, though he admits he is thinking of selling the business because of his advancing years. “A beekeeper has an opportunity to live so close to nature, God’s creation, and you have an opportunity to see so much of what’s happening.”

Alan Fox, 57, a part-time beekeeper from Dacre, stopped in to see Mr. Toop and pick up some supplies jars and things that seemed to have something to do with honey. “He’s been my mentor as far as beekeeping goes,” says Mr. Fox. He said Mr. Toop is well-known in beekeeping circles across Ontario, for longevity and depth of knowledge. Mr. Toop, a one-time farmer who “got busy with bees after I stopped fussing with cows,” was an apiary inspector for the government of Ontario for 40 years and has been a honey judge at fairs all over Ontario. “You have to understand the nature of the bees so you can work co-operatively with them,” says Mr. Toop. As late afternoon approaches, it is time for leave-taking. He was right after all he can talk about bees for a week.

Kely Egan Southam Newspapers

CLIPPED FROMThe Ottawa CitizenOttawa, Ontario, Canada15 Sep 1998, Tue  •  Page 29

I found a 4lb Honey Tin
From Harry G Toop
R.R.3 Carleton Place
Adin Daigle

Perth Courier, Oct. 24, 1884
Mr. Edmund Anderson of Hopetown has obtained from his apiary this year 6,344 pounds of honey, 23 packages of which he has sent to Montreal leaving 18 on hand yet. He has sold a considerable quantity in small lots. He says the “Holy Land” bee has come out over all the others as a producer

Memories of a honey tin by Stuart McIntosh— After the honey was eaten these tin pales often became useful for other things on the farm: a container for milk for the house, for picking berries, etc.

Honey display now on at the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum

The Robbing of the Honey Pot- Andrew Cochrane Ramsay Yuill

Honey and the Andersons of Hopetown

Inside the Old Honey Pot — The Henderson Apiaries Carleton Place

What Was a Honey Wagon?- The Job of a Night Soil Scavenger

Canoe Club History- 1976 Dave Findlay

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Canoe Club History- 1976 Dave Findlay

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The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
13 Jul 1976, Tue  •  Page 19

 Carleton Place’s Dave Findlay is fascinated by the Canadian amateur athletes’ drive for excellence. It explains his heavy involvement with the national paddling team and why he sought and was awarded the post of general manager for the Olympic team. “I admire those kids and what they give up to strive for that excellence,” explained Findlay. “That’s one of the reasons I’m in it and don’t think the average Canadian realizes how much these kids put into it and how much they sacrifice.

I know I never really appreciated it until about five years ago.” Findlay points out that some European nations, especially the Eastern Bloc communist countries, feel Canadian amateur athletes are hampered by the lack of financial support, although it hasn’t been a major factor this year. “The Europeans have difficulty understanding the double standard professional and amateur,” explained Findlay. “If a Canadian does well at the Olympics or any major international competition for that matter, the prestige and entertainment value is the same as if it was accomplished by a professional.”

Findlay agrees with that rationale and points out the reason for it is the preoccupation with professional sports. Unlike the Europeans, Canadians have not accepted sports as an important part of their culture. “In my opinion the definition of culture is very simple the drive for excellence, he explained. So why pQp shouldn’t our amateur athletes have the same status as those in the arts . . . artists, playwrights and performers. “Pro sports can’t reach that level because it’s big business, continued Findlay. “It’s also show business.”

The former commodore of the Canadian Canoe Association also feels amateur sport must accept some of the responsibility for its continual uphill struggle for recognition with the pros. “We haven’t been articulate enough in putting our point of view across to the media, but we’re gradually awakening. The Olympics could break it wide open for us. There’s been nothing like it in Canada.” Findlay believes the amateur athlete is often taken for granted despite the fact amateurs spend more time training and developing their skills. Although Findlay is criticial of the present situation, he also admits it’s improved significantly in recent years.

“Big industry is starting to get involved and our programs are getting better every year. There’s been a lot of improvement in a short time,” added Findlay. “While , the Americans have ample funds for some sports their paddling program is where ours was 10 years ago.” He considers travelling the biggest incentive amateur sport has to offer and he was overwhelmed by the hospitality the Czechoslovakians showed the Canadians at a recent pre-Olympic regatta. “They couldn’t do enough for us,” commented Findlay. “Canadians are something special in Czechoslovakia. They arranged special bus tours for us and provided us with ample food. They gave us tickets to the theatre and the Prague Music Festival. It was tremendous.”

The most challenging problem Findlay has encountered while on the road is finding extra food for the athletes. “Generally the food is good, but these kids need high protein diets and getting extra butter and milk can be a problem,” he explained. “Really it’s a minor complaint. I just hope we can be as good hosts to the Europeans as they’ve been to us.” He expects his prime responsibilities in Montreal will be to handle the day-today details. “Food shouldn’t be a problem, but 111 have to be sure the equipment is in good shape,” he said. “I think it’s very important to provide the athletes the best of equipment and have it in good shape. Technically, it may not mean anything it’s mental aspect which is just as important. The athlete thinks he’s got the best.”

The New Carleton Place Canoe Club 1955- 1957

Ottawa Valley Canoe Association– (Carleton Place Canoe Club) and Lake Park Gala August 16 1893

The Devil, a Regatta, the Enterprise and a Gale

Carleton Place in 1907–Town Likely to Boom Once More

Know Your Carleton Place Olympians!

The Ministry of Propaganda in Carleton Place — Carleton Place Canoe Club

Looking for Information on Pooh Bell & The Powder Puffs

Three Cheers for Dave Findlay –The Movie

Who Was Mickey Morphy? Noteworthy Paddles to Portage

Family Photos– Mississippi Lake– Darlene Page

The Young Olympic Hopefuls-1970’s Carleton Place Canoe Club

The Party Line —-1950s

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The Party Line —-1950s

The Year is 1952

The evil practice of listening in on the rural telephone seems to be increasing in this part of Lanark County. If certain people are called from town the busybodies, mostly of the fair sex, but not always, know the sharp ring of central and then down come the receivers like Niagara Falls.

People trying to hear what is being said on a rural line often wonder why the voice of the person in the country is so thin and faint. The eavesdroppers are to blame in 90 percent of the cases. Most people have experienced the shock of calling up some man known to have a voice like a foghorn and hearing him twittering away like a little birdie. If he has a temper he will probably let a few hearty cuss words out of him at his unseen audience.

Clickety click go a dozen receivers and then, lo and behold, the foghorn gentle ­ man regains his normal voice. All jokes aside, cases are now known where people have spent a lot of money to call someone on a rural line. They have placed the call from Vancouver, Halifax, California, Florida or some other far distant point. Generally it is a very serious message occasioned by death or illness. And that is the very time when all the receivers will come down and make it impossible for the expensive call to be heard.

Quite often in such cases the nearest switchboard operator, through which the message passes, has to take it and pass it on the few remaining miles to the party of the second part. Nearly everyone is familiar with the old fable about the Peeping Tom who was struck with blindness in the offending eye. Rural phones were not invented in the days of fairy tales or else there would have been one about the busybody who went deaf in the ear which she applied to calls not her own.

The writer of this item had an old aunt out in Leeds County who used to do a lot of embroidery. She would sit in an easy chair near the rural phone with the receiver tied to the side of her head. It is no wonder that she was regarded as a walking encyclopedia of local information, not to mention scandal.

Sometimes, as her needle worked back and forth through the fabric stretched over its hoops, she lost track of the design. So interested was she in the conversations on her telephone, she took up knitting for creative and safety’s sake.

You always had to be very careful. “You had to put your hand over the mouthpiece or they’d hear you breathing,” explains Amelia Bretzloff. But it paid off. You could hear about so-and-so’s lumbago, that what’s-her-name was seeing what’s-his-name, or that you-know-who was going broke. “Of course, everybody listened in. If you wanted to know the news, you listened in.” It was the early 1920s and telephones were novelties. Nobody had yet heard of a private telephone. The party line linked the neighborhood as surely as if it were stitched together by the thin strands of copper wire on the poles. “You could tell by the ring who was being called,” says Bretzloff, who at 72 years of age now has a private line. Each ring was different: two long, one short; three long, and so on. “Suppose there was somebody with a serious illness in that home. Then you listened to see if someone died, or if they needed help. “Of course, if somebody forgot themselves or they were shocked, they spoke out and gave themselves away.” In those days there was no dial; the operator rang all the numbers. “Oh, and she could hear everything if she wanted to,” says Bretzloff.

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CLIPPED FROM
The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
20 Feb 1988, Sat  •  Page 82

Mary Cook and her Telephone Pin

Working on the Telephone Lines — Electrocution at Carleton Place

The Devil’s Telephone? The Ouija Board

Smiths Falls in 1955–3,031 Telephones!!

Telephone Tales from 569 South Street

For the Love of a Telephone Table

The Day the Balderson Telephone Co Disappeared

The Telephone and its History in Almonte

But I Can’t Spend my Telephone Money!

Number Please? Carleton Place

Where Did the 257 Telephone Exchange Come From in Carleton Place?

Jenny, Jenny, Who Can I Turn To?

The Telephone and its History in Almonte

Clippings of the Sold Findlay Firm 1965

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Clippings of the Sold Findlay Firm 1965

Findlay plant on High Street- Photo- Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum

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The Ottawa Journal
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
21 Apr 1965, Wed  •  Page 2


CLIPPED FROM
The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
20 Jan 1986, Mon  •  Page 3

Findlay Plant on Townline –September 1978

Commercial Centre Planned for Findlay Site

Memories of Findlays 1972 – “They’re Proud, Independent, and Resigned to the Loss of their Jobs”

The Findlay Foundry Ltd. Closes—- The Video