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You Talk Too Much? Linda Knight Seccaspina


You Talk Too Much? Linda Knight Seccaspina

I have been told I talk a lot, or, I believe the word is–‘chatty’. I don’t mind being labelled that as my Grandmother always told me if you didn’t ask questions, you’d never know anything. By the looks of my baby book, my family began their entries in “Babies First Words” after I was born in 1951. I know they wanted me to say “Mama” first but I dropped my old Dad’s name instead at 8 months.

I’m honest, I failed math three times in Grade 8 and got a final mark of 29 out of 200, so I am not a brainiac. I remember my poor Father’s face when he saw that report card and asked if I couldn’t have convinced them to have given me more marks for neatness. I should have asked him if saying “Bye Bye Daddy” at 17 months made up for anything.

My family was not going to accept the sound of crickets between us so allegedly the vocabulary was flying until I was 18 months. They stopped documenting after that, so obviously we all were having many fireside chats at the age of 2. Apparently word at the A & P was that there was a child in town that didn’t talk until he was 4. That was about the time Diefenbaker was running for Prime Minister. Somehow this child’s first word was “Diefenbaker’ and it was gossip fodder for months on Albert Street in Cowansville.

My Grandfather Crittenden used to visit on weekends and would always rub his hands before he ate and say “lordy, lordy, lordy”. When I was a wee gal I would sit next to him and mimic everything he did. One fine morning at breakfast, I broke the seal on my voicebox once again with new words and said “lordy, lordy, lordy” in sync with him. Funny I never saw that documented in my baby book.

Another family story was that my Father was chopping wood for my Grandmother Knight when the axe head came off the handle, and the blunt end struck him on the foot. This caused him to yell “sh*t,” which caused me to repeat it for the rest of the day. Sixty years later and that word is still my instinctive response to being startled.

When I was a child my father would bring me to many Eastern Townships rural auctions. We would sit for hours on hard wooden benches in some old barn while he bought a lot of old furniture he didn’t need. During that period of time I learned a lot of different vocabulary. My Dad met a pair of elderly twins at those auctions that had lived in the hills of the Eastern Townships for most of their lives. One of them had been nicknamed Hillside Johnny. Johnny was a recluse and seemed to talk to just a chosen few, and very few seemed to be on that list. When the folks at the auctions spoke about him and his home, it was said that his was not “a home of culture”. The more they talked about him, the more curious I became.

Johnny used to walk up and down the length of the auction barn sporting a strange shirt, soiled pants, well worn work gloves and “highwater” pinkish underwear that seemed to explode above his pants. Every 15 minutes his hat seemed to change like magic and the holes in his socks appeared larger.

As the long-haired man spoke here and there to some I overheard that his brother lived with him, but they had not spoken in 5 years. He no longer used his kitchen after they converted it into an extra bedroom and cooked on a hot plate in a disgusting over-crowded garage. There was little conversation in a home in a highly sought neighbourhood in Bromont with a view that would soon cost mega dollars in years to come.

I listened carefully as Johnny told my Dad things in so many words. He was comfortable that he had not driven a car in years, but instead rode his bike the 3.5 to 5.5 miles up and down the hills that would give a younger man a heck of a workout.

Each time my Dad saw him he handed Johnny something in a coloured shopping bag that seemed to match his underwear. What was in that bag? I never found out, and after the auction Johnny used to slowly wander silently down the road speaking to no one.

I was never neurotic about speech with my own children like my family was. I believe my oldest son’s first word was “Holstein” at 10 months, and he hasn’t stopped talking since. Skyler was a collicky baby so rides in the country were a daily event to calm him. I was always pointing out the different cows in the fields for his vocabulary benefit. As long as you talk to your children and keep them interested you can’t go wrong making animal sounds in the car which was interesting to him and the folks passing by in their cars.

Today’s baby’s first words have been said to be “tablet” or Amazon’s “Alexa” which shows how many children have switched to tech modes of entertainment similar to Ipads and the like. It just amazes me how my young Granddaughters can manoeuvre these things while I can just play slots on my iPad.

I have come to the conclusion that at 71 my conversational skills encouraged by my family will never stop. They say the less you talk the more people listen–maybe that’s why no one ever listens to me these days. I just consider myself lucky that I can walk and talk at the same time now. People who don’t know me think I am basically a quiet person. People that do know me wish I was. Or so they say!

Sending big hugs- see you next week!

Conversations with Agatha Yuill –The Buchanan Scrapbook

Conversations with Brian McArton– Henry Wilson of Carleton Place and the McArtons of Ramsay

A Conversation With Ivan Duncan — Barber — John Dunn

Meet Janet I. Ritchie Scott — Keeping History Alive –Janet I. Ritchie Scott series

Meet Janet I.  Ritchie Scott — Keeping History Alive –Janet I. Ritchie Scott series

I graduated from Almonte High School in 1961. I am downsizing and while sorting and packing, I found a 1957 and a 1958-1959 yearbooks from Almonte High School. I was Janet Ritchie then. Happy to find them a home. Found some later ones too. I was on the yearbook committee when we called the yearbook “et Nomla Libris” because some of us were in the Latin class and spelling Almonte backwards made it look classy. ( our joke). I taught later at Church Street School and met a younger AHS student who said they changed the name of the yearbook. It wasn’t even a real word! We thought it was funny at 16.

I lived in Almonte from 1953 (Grade 5) to (Grade 13) 1961 and then went to Teacher’s College. From 1963 to 1965 I taught in Church Street Public School. I directed Waupoos Girl Guide Camp for three summers 2005 and the Almonte Leaders volunteered to staff the Nature Camp. They left with me a Talking Stick in my care as they intended to come back the following year. This Talking Stick, belonging to the Girl Guides has been in my care for almost twenty years I still have it but wondered if they would like it back in their unit. Thank you for getting in touch with Heather Legge and I am dropping her off a Talking Stick, belonging to the Girl Guides that has been in my care for almost twenty years.

My maternal grandfather was Arthur Forsythe who was born in Rosebank I think. His father drove coach between Almonte and Blakeney but died suddenly when Grandpa was only 12. Forsythes lived at Cedar Hill. Kate Cochrane was my Great Aunt.

I tell my grandkids about swimming under the railroad bridge in Almonte but I wouldn’t recommend it now. We were crazy. We got careful instead of carefree as we grew older. I was born Dec.3,1942. We lived on the Henderson Chicken farm on Carling Ave. Then. Dad followed the snowplow into the Civic Hospital in a terrible blizzard. I’ve seen historic Ottawa photos of men digging out streetcar tracks with shovels following the storm.

The Ottawa Citizen

Ottawa, Ontario, Canada • Tue, 7 Feb 1961Page 16

The Ottawa Journal

Ottawa, Ontario, Canada • Fri, 9 Sept 1960Page 4

The Ottawa Citizen

Ottawa, Ontario, Canada • Thu, 25 Sept 1958Page 28

Janet 1961 ADHS Annual

Janet’s father Reverend James Ritchie minister at St. JOhn’s Almonte 1953-1961

John Cochran and Margaret More wedding- Almonte

D & L Slade Co.– Way of Housekeeping Larry Clark — A Tide Mill

Coleman Family History–Just for Your Records

James Mackintosh Bell — The Buchanan Scrapbooks

McEwan Fire 1949 —Chris Muller –None of Us are Alone— We are all connected!

The Girl Guides Talking Stick Returns to Lanark County –Janet I. Ritchie Scott series

The Girl Guides Talking Stick Returns to Lanark County –Janet I. Ritchie Scott series

Heather Legge and Janet I. Ritchie Scott on Saturday May 27th 2023

I directed Waupoos Girl Guide Camp (Girl Guides ‘heartbroken’ as Ontario camps to be sold by 2020) for three summers 2005 and the Almonte Leaders volunteered to staff the Nature Camp. They left with me a Talking Stick in my care as they intended to come back the following year. This Talking Stick, belonging to the Girl Guides has been in my care for almost twenty years I still have it but wondered if they would like it back in their unit. Thank you for getting in touch with Heather Legge and I am dropping her off a Talking Stick, belonging to the Girl Guides that has been in my care for almost twenty years.

The Talking Sign
Years ago, Brownies had a special two-fingered sign when they said their
own Brownie Promise. Now, Brownies say the same Promise as all other
Girl Scouts. Now the two-fingered sign is called the Talking Sign and is
used when girls are sitting in their Daisy Circle. When a girl has something
to say, she makes the two-fingered sign and taps the floor in front of her.
Girl Scout troops often use a Talking Stick when having discussions. The
talking stick is actually a Native American tradition, and can be plain or
decorated. Only the person holding the talking stick may speak – if a girl
wishes to speak, she would use the talking sign to signal that she would
like to have the talking stick passed to her. Sometimes troops use some
other sort of object such as a stuffed animal as a “talking bear” or other


The Kingston Whig-Standard

Kingston, Ontario, Canada • Mon, May 5, 1975Page 8

The Kingston Whig-Standard

Kingston, Ontario, Canada • Tue, 14 Jul 1987Page 16

The Kingston Whig-Standard

Kingston, Ontario, Canada • Wed, Jul 4, 1962Page 19

Carleton Place Brownies — -Thanks Linda Gallipeau-Johnston for this photo-

Linda, this is a picture of either Brownies or Girl Guides – 1st row myself, Isabelle Raycroft, Norma Dorman, Ruth Ann Thorpe, Alana Lever – 2nd back – Sandra Thompson ? Linda Percival, Nancy Nesbitt, Marion Gordon, Kathryn Dack, Jessica Montgomery, Peggy Mace, behind Peggy looks like Wendy Robertson – to the left Rita Porteous – don’t know the others – maybe someone else can fill in. Looks like maybe we were 11 or 12 – some of us didn’t have our uninforms so I am thinking it was a “fly-up from Brownies to Girl Guides – basement of the Zion Memorial Church 1957 – 58.

I am enclosing a photo of some of the Girl Guides and Brownies from Almonte. I cannot date this accurately it but should be around 1962. Hopefully the clarity is ok.

Mary Beth Wylie

Lucy Connelly Poaps clipping

Brownies from Sue Tweddle and Joann Voyce recognize anyone? In front of Zion Memorial in CP

Our future young ladies of Carleton Place… Thank you for inviting me and hope you learned more about being part of your community. Sparks and Brownies CP division.. I showed them my 62 year old Brownie pin tonight..One young lass said ‘ yeah you’re old like my Grandma.. she gets cramps! ” LOLOL

History of Girl Guides in Almonte

Canadian Girls in Training

Anyone Know anything about The Whoop La Girls Camp

Our Community — The Staff of Carleton Place and the Sparks and Brownies of Carleton Place –Photos!!

Meet Janet I. Ritchie Scott — Keeping History Alive –Janet I. Ritchie Scott series

Union Hall Photos and Clippings — Stuart McIntosh

Union Hall Photos and Clippings — Stuart McIntosh

From Stuart McIntosh

Found this pic in my mother’s scrapbook.

Thanks to whoever submitted the early photo of the 4 boys. The next photo is Mr.&Mrs. Thaddeus McIntosh with their children Mildred and Donald. Thaddeus was the boy on the left in earlier pic.

The Daily British Whig

Kingston, Ontario, Canada • Fri, 28 Feb 1896Page 2


I’ve Been Working on the Railroad for 90 cents a day

I’ve Been Working on the Railroad for 90 cents a day

from-Old Time Trains

Carleton Place Roundhouse

In the early 1880s  the district around the Junction Town was the centre of operations for harvesting fuel to feed the wood-burning engines that operated on the old Brockville and Ottawa Railway. “Carleton Junction” was made the working centre for the wood gathering operations for the Chalk River and Havelock divisions. The large round house located at the Junction housed the old wood-burners which were equipped with four driving wheels, two on each side.

The tender, coupled to the engine, was constructed in much the same fashion as tenders are today. Built of steel with a capacity of up to ten thousand gallons of water, the centre was made in a large to hold the wood about fifteen cords ot four-foot sticks, mostly from the swamps and rough timber lands between Perth and Havelock. Every station on the line had its water tower and wood yard for refuelling purposes. Those water plugs were all under the supervision of Road Master Tom Burgess and he was very proud of the pretty flower beds and shrubs around each station, for which he was personally responsible. 

It was run by Ab Hurdis’s grandfather William Hurdis– and later still by Russell Munro, whose son Keith remembers it burning down about 1965.–Before The Carleton Place Mews?

Photo- Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum

Like the Shanties. it was Burgess’ job to see that the wood was harvested. In winter time he had hundreds of choppers cutting down the tamarack and hemlock trees which were under ten inches at the butt, trimming off the branches and cutting the wood into proper lengths. After that the wood was hauled on sloops or bobsleighs out to the railway tracks where sidings were provided to hold hundreds of cars. These sidings were also used by trains passing in opposite directions. The wood was piled as close to the rails as safety would permit. The bush whackers were paid so much a cord, after the wood was measured by the road master’s foreman. When the snow was gone and the winter cutting was finished, there were wood piles everywhere you looked along the main line. Then came the wood trains operating out of Carleton Junction. About ten crews were engaged in this work five or six weeks every spring.

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

Original Burgess Buildings Burn 1921- Burgess Merrick History Carleton Place

D4f 380 Baldwin 15472 9/1897 Dead in Carleton Place 6/03/1932 Floyd Yates– from-Old Time Trains

Among the old time engineers who were at the throttles on the wood trains were Jack Carey, Joe Durecott and Jack Gallagher, all of whom have long since passed to the great beyond. Some of the conductors were Bill Flagg, Abe Chapman, Pat Caddington, Jack McDonald. Oake Brushe and Jack Laval. These wood trains would pull twenty flat or box cars to the wood piles and the crew, working for ninety cents a day would load the cars and ride them to their destination where they would then engage in the task of unloading. These men, with hands cut and bleeding and clothes torn to shreds, worked anywhere from ten to fifteen hours a day. 

The hardships these nomads of the bush endured to seek out a bare existence was a little short of terrible. When they returned home each night they and their families would face mitts with leather of all kinds to protect their hands. Old Dan Tucker and Jim Miller, the village shoemakers, often cut up calf skins in the shape of mitt fronts and sold them to the workers at twenty cents a pair. Many fights and wrestling matches were staged at the wood yards and camps while the men were waiting for the trains to pick them up after the day’s work was done. Many a battle royal was started by bullies who always went around with chips on their shoulders.

The genial assistant superintendent, H. B. Spencer, earned for himself the international reputation of being the greatest author on snow filling on the railways in winter time. In his capacity as chief train despatches J. E. A. Robillard also was instrumental in preventing many a pile up of trains by his method of mapping out suitable meeting points. His able assistant. John Cole, was always on the job at night. Mr. Spencer left the employ of the C.P.R. in later years and assumed the management of the Hull Electric Railway. But his connection with that enterprise was of short duration; it was not long before he was back on the old job with the CP.R. It was in 1885, I believe, that the railways turned to the use of soft coal as a fuel, and that was the finish of wood burning locomotives in this part of Canada.

Two photos showing Carleton Junction name. Note early style Railway Crossing sign protecting track in foreground. from-Old Time Trains

Two photos Aubrey Mattingly Collection/Bruce Chapman Collection. Circa 1907.- from-Old Time Trains

In 1872, the Canada Central and Brockville and Ottawa Railways constructed a large stone roundhouse and shop at Carleton Place. It remained in operation until 1939. In 1940, the Canadian Co-operative Wool Growers occupied the old roundhouse and are still at this location today.

The Brockville and Ottawa was one of the earliest railways in Canada having been incorporated in 1853 to build to Pembroke in the Ottawa Valley timber lands from Brockville. It was opened to Smiths Falls with a 12 mile branch to Perth, in February 1859 and as far as Sand Point, 12 miles past Renfrew on the Ottawa River, in 1867. It included the first tunnel in Canada; opened December 31, 1860 a 1,730 foot bore under downtown Brockville to reach the harbour and wharves, and where the railway built its shops. The B&O was built to the Provincial gauge of 5 feet, 6 inches.

The Canada Central, incorporated in 1861, built a line between Carleton Junction and Ottawa, opening it in September of 1870. It was controlled by Duncan McIntrye, biography a Montreal capitalist who soon went on to become Vice-president of the Canadian Pacific Railway Company. It too was broad gauge.

In 1873 the two railways built a large stone roundhouse and shops in Carleton Junction. The latter substantial structure still remains in existence having been taken over by the CPR and used for some years.

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

The Carleton Place Train Station 1991

Clippings from the Train Stations in Carleton Place

Original Burgess Buildings Burn 1921- Burgess Merrick History Carleton Place

James Fanning– Robert Nolan– Train Accident

Did You Know About These Local Train Wrecks?

Train Accident? Five Bucks and a Free Lunch in Carleton Place Should Settle it

The Men That Road the Rails

The Mystery Streets of Carleton Place– Where was the First Train Station?

Memories of When Rail was King- Carleton Place

Tragedy and Suffering in Lanark County-Trains and Cellar Stairs

I was Born a Boxcar Child- Tales of the Railroad

The Lanark County “Carpetbaggers”–Lanark Electric Railway

The Titanic of a Railway Disaster — Dr. Allan McLellan of Carleton Place

What Happened on the CPR Railway Bridge?

Memories from Carleton Place–Llew Lloyd and Peter Iveson

So Which William Built the Carleton Place Railway Bridge

Perils of the Cows of Carleton Place or Where’s the Beefalo?

Train Accident? Five Bucks and a Free Lunch in Carleton Place Should Settle it

Mother’s Day Emotional Glue by Linda Knight Seccaspina

Mother’s Day Emotional Glue by Linda Knight Seccaspina

I am the one in red.. My sister Robin and mother are both passed.

Mother’s Day Glue by Linda Knight Seccaspina– Sherbrooke Record Column

At one time our grandmothers would wear a rose, either white or red, on Mother’s Day. The white was for those who had passed and the colour red was for the living. My mother passed away decades ago but I will not be wearing a white rose because the memory of my mother lives with me every hour. As the shadows lengthen and the days pass more swiftly; I am older and I grow to miss her more and realize just what she meant to me.

I am not writing this to be personal, but to tell the story of a mother I knew better in years after she passed. I often wonder if the world would not have been better had there been more mothers like my own. She told me she had never kissed any man except my father in the Cowansville Post Office. At night she would read wonderful stories I was too small to read but I learned the greater things of life through all of the books in which she was interested in. By the time I began to read for myself she had cultivated in me a taste for better literature.  We sometimes wandered through the woods of Calls Mills together gathering flowers. There seemed to be so much to learn and I could not follow her then, or I did not try perhaps. In those days I was interested in less important things. Now I regret it. 

I was too young to realize that her sickness was taking her away from us. Then before I could comprehend what was going on my mother had passed. I shall never forget coming back to the empty house into an empty room where I had gone to seek her for everything.

Friends have told me that I am rather brave, but my bravery wasn’t with me the day she died. I went out and lay down upon the ground where we had planted Lilies of the Valley. When my mother passed my father gave me her suitcase that she had taken to the hospital. When I opened up the blue Samsonite suitcase a few days later a bottle of her perfume Coty’s Lily of the Valley had broken inside it. For years after that suitcase still smelled of Lily of the Valley and her memories.It’s not fun to be motherless any day of the year, but sometimes you have no choice in the matter. Is one ever ready to lose a mother? Some days I feel I missed out on so much, but because of a kind neighbour

named Agnes Rychard in Cowansville, Quebec–a little of my mother was returned to me.

We all have issues to deal with. I think this is part of life’s journey back to our true pure selves, but without a real feeling of love early on, it’s challenging. How do motherless children get through Mother’s Day? I personally would like to think that some of us have had people like Agnes in our lives. Adoptive mothers, or those that chose to be by our side, were born with the ability to change someone’s life. They gave us places to feel safe, loved, and shed a few tears.

Agnes remembered each and every birthday with a greeting card, and we still sometimes swap photos, stories and treasured mementos through the mail. She allowed me to know my mother in a new way. Thanks to her, when I look at these mementos I discover new pieces of my mother all the time.

This woman took the time to rescue snippets of my mother’s plants while a construction crew tore my childhood home down. With my horticultural talents, I successfully ended up killing every plant she gave me, but I still got to enjoy them for a short time. I always knew in my heart she had a dream, but there was never an ounce of anger shown when my late sister and I chose others over her sons for partners.

To all these women who took the time to befriend a young girl or boy in their time of need I am sending you my heart. If your doors had not been open we would have never become part of your “kitchen table family”. Mine was a table that was filled with comfort food, conversation, accompanied by the songs of Hank Snow and Jim Reeves playing in the background.

I used to hate Mother’s Day, but thanks to Agnes, my mother still lives somewhere within me in a very real way. Each of those moments and days she spent with me worked to create a world in which my sons will carry me within themselves as they move forward in their lives, no matter what lies ahead. These women were always busy with their own families and their hands were always full, but so were their hearts.

In memory of Agnes Perrott Rychard who passed away in August 2021..

A Timbit of a Mother’s Day Tale

A Timbit of a Mother’s Day Tale

I originally wrote this story for a newspaper in California and had to use McDonalds as the location. The story actually happened right here at the original Tim Horton’s at the four corners in downtown Carleton Place. As my son posted on the picture….

“Remember wheeling up to the counter at 2:30am and grabbing a BLT and a honey cruller? … Where’d those days go?”

Generally Tim Horton’s is not the most inspirational place to gather stories. Each Wednesday, all I see in there is a lot of personal misery and supposedly non existent trans fat for my body. Being a chronic voyeur, I have watched people all my life. Not to be interested in your fellow man is a felony to me. Good, evil, old, or young, everyone has a story that needs to be told. As I take a bite out of my cruller I realize my notebook is not with me. So, to make this an honest to goodness fast food tale, I write everything down on my napkin.Two people have caught my eye and I can just feel a story is going to enfold.

An older couple stands near me chatting with a woman eating some Chili. The dishevelled man remains nameless, but I soon find out that his partner’s name is Polly. Polly stands close to him and pulls her pink crochet hat down over her head. Her long black hair is shiny, and she strokes it as she talks. The man seems uncomfortable, and shuffles his well worn construction boots and adjusts his stained white hoodie that is covered with a tweed suit jacket. He looks like he has lived a thousand years on hard time, yet the words he utters are nothing short than eloquent. Stocked with an envied vocabulary, he tells the seated woman that Mother’s Day is the anniversary of the death of Polly’s son. One can only imagine that the enormous grief she has carried around has led her to a world of sadness. Tears now flow from Polly’s eyes, but she talks calmly, and hugs the man that loves her.

He looks at her and says,

“If I had money I would buy you flowers for Mother’s Day”

She hugs him harder, and I just want to jump up and buy these two some chocolate chip cookies. Yes, I am a true believer that sugar fixes everything.

A man sitting in front of me motions for the man to come talk to him. Polly, engrossed in telling the tale of her deceased son does not seem to notice he has left her side. The man is given some money by another very kind gentleman and he runs out the door with a huge smile on his face. Two minutes later he comes back and hands Polly a small bouquet of carnations bought from the corner store. She hugs him and starts to cry once again.Tears run down my face, and I look at them as if I am gazing through a rainbow.

It was a Mother’s Day Gift of generosity from a stranger, and once again I have faith in man kind.

After all what does a mother really want? I can safely say that most mothers do not need a fancy meal, or a day at the spa. Just generous comforting love from their children.That’s all. Just an order of Timbits, and a hug, and nothing else is needed. 🙂

Linda Seccaspina

Family Connections to Tim Horton’s LOLOL

“Remember wheeling up to the counter at 2:30am and grabbing a BLT and a honey cruller? … Where’d those days go?”–Son Skyler

Romi is two months old today..So the Tim Horton’s Glazed Donut Challenge is on again as it was when she was one month old. Feb 2023

Tenley and Elia say ” Get those Smile cookies!!”

Sophia handing out the love

Mayor Toby Randell, Owner Scot Moore and Me handing out the love

Husband Steve with a SMILE cookie

Wedding at the Hielans – Ovilla Maxwell Caldwell – Arthur Bassett Goldwyer Lewis

Wedding at the Hielans – Ovilla Maxwell Caldwell – Arthur Bassett Goldwyer Lewis

Bytown Paranormal


Northern Gothic in Lanark County. One of the few houses near the business sector to escape the great fire, 15 June 1959 in Lanark, Ontario, destroyed approximately 33 buildings. The Hielans is a hilltop Victorian gothic heritage house in the heart of Lanark. Built by the Caldwell family c. 1865


NameOvilla Maxwell Caldwell
Birth Yearabt 1882
Marriage Date24 Aug 1910
Marriage PlaceLanark, Ontario, Canada
FatherWilliam C Caldwell
MotherKate Falconer Caldwell
SpouseArthur Bassett Goldwyer Lewis

Arthur Bassett Goldwyer Lewis-013971-10 (Lanark Co) Arthur Bassett Goldwyer LEWIS, 31, Civil Servant, Ottawa, s/o Alexander Goldwyn LEWIS & Annie BLAKIE; married Orilla Maxwell CALDWELL, 28, Civil Servant, Lanark Village, d/o William C. CALDWELL & Kate FALCONER; wit Rev. William McDONALD, Arthur P. APPLETON, both Ottawa City & Elizabeth Sheila CALDWELL, no place given, 24 Aug 1910, Lanark Village

NameOuilla Maxwell Caldwell
Birth Date22 Jul 1882
Birth PlaceLanark, Ontario, Canada
FatherWilliam C Caldwell
MotherKate Smith Fatconer

When Ouilla Maxwell Caldwell was born on 22 July 1882, in Lanark, Lanark, Ontario, Canada, her father, William Clyde Caldwell, was 39 and her mother, Catherine Smith Falconer, was 32. She married Arthur Bassett Goldwyer Lewis on 24 August 1910, in Lanark, Lanark, Ontario, Canada. They were the parents of at least 1 son and 2 daughters. She died on 24 May 1945, in Kingston, Frontenac, Ontario, Canada, at the age of 62.

Documenting The Lanark Village Caldwell Home –“The Hielans”

CHILD_Barbara Maxwell Goldwyer-Lewis

NameOuilla Maxwell Goldwyer-Lewis
Maiden NameCaldwell
SpouseArthur Bassett Goldwyer-Lewis
ChildBarbara Maxwell Goldwyer-Lewis


The Ottawa Citizen

Ottawa, Ontario, Canada • Wed, 14 Oct 1953Page 8

NameMrs Ouilla Lewis
Birth Date22 Jul 1882
Birth PlaceLanark Ontario
Death Date24 May 1945
Death PlaceKingston, Frontenac, Ontario, Canada
FatherW C Caldwell
MotherCatharine Caldwell

The Lanark Era

Lanark, Ontario, Canada • Wed, 9 Jul 1913Page 4

The Lanark Era

Lanark, Ontario, Canada • Wed, 15 Jun 1910Page 1

The Lanark Era

Lanark, Ontario, Canada • Wed, 27 Oct 1909Page 1

The Lanark Era

Lanark, Ontario, Canada • Wed, 12 Jul 1911Page 1

The Lanark Era

Lanark, Ontario, Canada • Wed, 30 Mar 1910Page 1

Alexander Clyde Caldwell Photos— Thanks to Chris Allen

The Alexander Clyde Caldwell Family Part 1

Documenting The Lanark Village Caldwell Home –“The Hielans”

Hielans Lanark Caldwell Reunion 1899 — Caldwell Jamieson Dunlop – Part 3

Dalhousie Lake in Photos –Caldwell Family Summer Vacations

The Caldwell Family Lanark Era 1910

Did you Know About the Caldwell FirstNation?

Documenting Flora Sadler

Documenting Flora Sadler

From Lucy Poaps scrapbook

Today memories of 1993 thanks to the scrapbooks of Lucy Connelly Poaps

Rebekah Lodge celebrated their 80th birthday..front row-Sadie Perfitt, Doreen Stanley, Mary McDougall,Agnes Brown, Middle- Phyliss McPherson, Lottie Giles,Queenie Barr, Marion Kemp,Helen Shaw, Peggy Fraser,Ann McDougall, back row- Reta Mclaren, Francis Blair, Addie Elliot and Flora Sadler. They first held their meetings over the old Almonte Gazette office and then moved to the Orange Hall on Reserve Street where it remained until the building was sold.

SADLER, Flora (Life member of Pakenham Womens Institute, Past Grand Noble “At The Well Rebekah Lodge #29) Peacefully with her niece, Muriel Currie by her side in Almonte Country Haven on Sunday, November 6, 2005. Flora Sadler of Almonte in her 103rd year Beloved daughter of the late Thomas H. Sadler and his wife the late Annie Margaret Keating. Predeceased by a sister; Mrs. Agnes Liptak and by 5 brothers; Gordon, Harold, James, Norman and Nelson. Also survived by several nieces and nephews. Friends may call at the C.R. GAMBLE FUNERAL HOME & CHAPEL 127 Church Street, Almonte for visiting on Tuesday from 2 to 4 and 7 to 9 p.m. and where Service will be held in the Chapel on Wednesday at 11 a.m. The Ven. Rob Davis officiating. Interment St. Mark’s Anglican Cemetery, Pakenham. Donations in memory of Flora may be made to Almonte Country Haven or the Almonte General Hospital and would be much appreciated by her family.

CLIPPED FROMThe Ottawa CitizenOttawa, Ontario, Canada08 Nov 2005, Tue  •  Page 40


The Peden Family- Genealogy– Peden Saunders Sadler

Sadler Farm Part 2 Jaan Kolk Nancy Anderson and Lorraine Nephin

The Sadler Farm on Highway 44– Nancy Anderson

Bicycle Safety Reminders we Could Use Today-Sadler Photo Album-Lorraine Sadler Nephin

George Sadler — Clayton Doctor

A Sad Tale from Sadler’s Creek -Emotional Content

Mae Morphy’s Quilt — Julie Sadler

More Memories of Wave’s Inn- Julie Sadler

Bob Sadler’s Boat Rides –Mary Cook News Archives 1982

Saunders and Sadler — Genealogy

Bruce Sadler Photo and Memories of the TV Antenna — Thanks to Ruth (Casson) Sawdon

Mini Minute Memories from Earl Sadler

Saunders Family Photos and Genealogy Carleton Place and Area –Debora Cloutier

Documenting Arthur and Elizabeth Neron

Documenting Arthur and Elizabeth Neron

CLIPPED FROMThe Ottawa CitizenOttawa, Ontario, Canada04 Aug 1904, Thu  •  Page 5

— A silly story to the effect that the chief pulled a revolver on some persons at the game on Saturday
has as much foundation as the referee fiction. The gun the chief was flourishing was the one he took from Arthur Neron.

Almonte Gazette August 1904


NameArthur Neron
Birth Yearabt 1883
Birth PlaceCarleton Place, Ontario
Marriage Date24 Jul 1906
Marriage PlaceLanark, Ontario, Canada
FatherFrancois Neron
MotherLida Godin
SpouseIda Groulx

NameArthur Neron
Marital StatusMarried
Race or TribeFrench
Birth DateJan 1882
Birth PlaceQuebec
Census year1911
Relation to Head of HouseHead
Dwelling No.129
DistrictLanark North
District Number89
Sub-District23 – Dufferin Ward
Sub-District Number23
Place of HabitationVictoria Street
ReligionRoman Catholic
Own Accountyes
Works atPlaning Mill
Weeks Employed50
Can Readyes
Can Writeyes
LanguageE & F
Family Number133
Household Members (Name)AgeRelationshipArthur Neron29Head Ida Neron23WifeElizabeth Neron4DaughterFrank Neron50FatherEdward Neron28BrotherFelia Neron19SisterZana Neron16SisterLenord Neron12BrotherMaude Gruh20Sister-in-law

Arthur died a young man in 1916 and his daughter died earlier:(


NameArthur Néron
GenderM (Male)
Birth Date18 janv. 1883 (18 Jan 1883)
Birth PlaceChicoutimi, Saguenay/Lac-Saint-Jean (Saguenay), Québec (Quebec), Canada
Death Date16 févr. 1916 (16 Feb 1916)
Death PlaceHull, Outaouais (Hull), Québec (Quebec), Canada
FatherFrançois Néron
MotherLéda Godin
SpouseIda Groulx
ChildÉlisabeth Néron
Arthur Neron
17 Feb 1916

Arthur and Elisabeth are both buried at

Cimetière Notre-Dame
Gatineau, Outaouais Region, Quebec, Canada

 Élisabeth Néron daughter of Arthur and Ida

  • Born 2 May 1907 (Thursday) – Carleton Place, Lanark, Ontario, Canada
  • Baptized 5 May 1907 (Sunday) – Carleton Place, Lanark, Ontario, Canada
  • Deceased 30 May 1913 (Friday) – Hull, Outaouais, Québec, Canada, aged 6 years old
  • Buried 30 May 1913 (Friday) – paroisse Notre-Dame-de-Grace – Hull, Outaouais, Québec, Canada

F  Élisabeth Néron click here

  • Born 2 May 1907 (Thursday) – Carleton Place, Lanark, Ontario, Canada
  • Baptized 5 May 1907 (Sunday) – Carleton Place, Lanark, Ontario, Canada
  • Deceased 30 May 1913 (Friday) – Hull, Outaouais, Québec, Canada, aged 6 years old
  • Buried 30 May 1913 (Friday) – paroisse Notre-Dame-de-Grace – Hull, Outaouais, Québec, Canada


NameÉlisabeth Néron
GenderF (Female)
Birth Date2 mai 1907 (2 May 1907)
Birth PlaceCarleton Place, Lanark (Carleton Place), Ontario, Canada
Death Date30 mai 1913 (30 May 1913)
Death PlaceHull, Outaouais (Hull), Québec (Quebec), Canada
FatherArthur Néron
MotherIda Groulx
View on Geneanethttps://gw.geneanet.org/mneron1?n=neron&oc=10&p=elisabeth




  • Baptism: Acte en ligne sur Ancestry – Copie de l’acte de baptême –
  • Death, burial: Site WEB – Fichier Connolly – Internet document – Généalogie Québec (Drouin) – – Internet

 Photos and archival records

Néron Élisabeth(Arthur+IdaGroulx)

Néron Élisabeth(Arthur+IdaGroulx)

 Family Tree Preview

Ancestry Chart

François Néron 1856-1944 Léda Godin ca 1865- David Groulx Hermine Massie||||||Arthur Néron 1883-1916 Ida Groulx|||Élisabeth Néron 1907-1913

another essay in

Documenting Eleanor Carmel Moynihan 1897-1920

Who was Patricia Thompson From Clayton?

The Heroine of White — Lanark County 1924 –Sweeney

Putting Together Family History Through Clippings- White Pretty Harper Kirkwood

Documenting Mr.and Mrs. William Fest Transportation Building or—I Want Candy

Documenting Frank Lancaster — Painter — Carleton Place

1908 Almonte Autograph Book —T J O’Donnell-Ewart Moorhead-E. C Moynihan- Edna Blair