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Hillis Conroy —The Buchanan Scrapbook Clippings

Hillis Conroy —The Buchanan Scrapbook Clippings
With files from The Keeper of the Scrapbooks — Christina ‘tina’  Camelon Buchanan — Thanks to Diane Juby— click here..
Dad (Bob Aitkenhead) and Mrs. Heedon or Weedon (more on that car they are posing from later)

Dad (Bob Aitkenhead) and Mrs. Heedon or Weedon (more on that car they are posing from later)— Carleton Place

I finally found the article to go along with Ernie Trimble’s photo- Sept 6 1977– He won most desired car at the Perth Fair
· June 24, 2018  · 

My late husband loved this man and so do I. There is no bigger supporter of the Kings than Ernie Trimble.

When was the First Car Fatality in Carleton Place?

When Things Come 360 –The First Automobile Fatality in Carleton Place– Torrance, Burgess, and Names Names

The Carleton Place Bathroom Appliance Cars

Rollin’ Down the Mississippi River —- Tunes and Cars of Carleton Place 1971

Findlay vs. Bailey in Carleton Place —Horses vs. Cars

Do You Remember? Memories of the Pengor Penguin

Memories of the Original Road Gents Steve Villeneuve

Memories of the Original Road Gents Steve Villeneuve

Ross MunroI remember that car club, think they use to meet around where the Barley Mow is today

Colleen MontgomeryRoss Munro My brother Bev was part of that group.

Ross MunroColleen Montgomery I remember that too, Bill Southwell, and Rob Clement, that come to mind as well

George MetcalfeRoss Munro Warren Hummel, Doc McGrath, Peter Martin Pin (Dolly’s brother) Karl Grosleg and possibly Grant Chaplin

Ross MunroGeorge Metcalfe Bob(Pin) McClymont, Slip and Don Dodds maybe too?

The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
26 Oct 1999, Tue  •  Page 37
The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
26 Oct 1999, Tue  •  Page 37

The Carleton Place Night Patrol: Aka Skin Dogging — Larry Clark

The Carleton Place Night Patrol: Aka Skin Dogging  — Larry Clark

Don’t have any idea who came up with this terminology but it was something we used quite often; like in, “ what will we do tonight” and this was most often answered with, “lets go skin dogging” (although we used it as one word).I say “skin dogging” now, as that is how it is defined in GOOGLE although the drift of the language has changed somewhat.

skin doggingfrom the term skin dog. when you’re cruising around, or walking through somewheres ( mall, main street,bar, shopping plaza) looking for ladies. or looking for any skin anywheres.friend: where you’s to? me: ahh just going skin dogging, man.friend: nice. nice.by skindoggg October 22, 2009 – Larry Clark


I find it awesome that this term has survived to this day as I figured that it would now be extinct and perhaps it really is, due to the advent of almost instant communication.

Anyway back to Brundage’s BA station, corner of Lake Ave. and Bridge St.; early evening, a group of us in one or more cars would discuss the evenings activities, settle on the above and head out, -north on Bridge St., paying particular attention to the steps at the bank (you know which one) all the way to the town line. Here a decision had to be made,-West to the intersection with High St. (destination diner???) or East to the intersection with Bell to check out Curb Service.

With no luck; back to Brundage’s to swing west on Lake Ave to pass the riverfront, Canoe Club and beyond the high school to reverse course. We must have found this occupation amusing and interesting because we did this circuit many times without (for the most part) or (never having) any “luck”? To break the pattern, a 180 at the town line would suffice, or if something of interest was spotted (seldom), a 180 would be performed at that point.

Photo from the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum
Howard McLinton’s Gas Station. Was it was up at the end of High Street on the left as you are going toward Highway 7. Now it is a private home — read Looking for Memories of Harold Linton’s Gas Station

At times we must have peaked the interest of the local gendarmes, for-on one of the many occasions when two (or more) cars were racing down the town line, the race ends at the Hwy 7 junction with a 3 car formation. When the dust settled, it was determined that the third car was occupied by Chief Cornell. A little chagrined (and soon out of pocket), they answered to the ensuing charges with an amount almost equal to a weeks wages.

Peter Bradley
Sat with Herb Cornell on High Street outside our gate manning the speed trap many times. When he went hunting he would often drop off some moose meat to eat. Wonderful Chief! Photo-Vintage Carleton Place & Beckwith
February 1, 2020  · 

It seemed a little ludicrous as these jalopies could barely attain  a speed of 50mph but they were dangerous in other respects. Two cars racing down the Town Line neck and neck, approaching highway 7; whether it was late braking or no braking; the driver one of the vehicles failed to stop and careened through the intersection and crashed the embankment on the other side, crushing his car and a portion of himself-his upper arm broken in several places.

The remedy was a complete arm cast (screws and rods) that he wore for several (6) months and the good news:- he became the best one armed pool player in CP. In order to keep these cars on the road, we all had to become back yard mechanics with varying degrees of competency-some much better than others. Take for instance, an evening drive to Perth and we are all commenting to the driver about his inability to properly steer the car . His solution was to apparently let the car drift to one side and then counter that with the encouragement of a drift in the opposite direction. Worked well for the most part as he only clipped two opposite direction cars. They were barely “grazings” so no stop was made by either party-especially since we would be long gone by the time anyone could turn around. I believe someone else took over the driving for the remainder of the outing.  The drifting tactic was discarded and replaced by good concentrated driving which was needed to overcome the erratic tendencies of the steering/front end wanderings. (I was not either driver).

The old Carleton Place icehouse at the end of High Street past the Supertest Garage on the left taken about 1972–Peter Bradley

Driving in a Winter Wonderland

Driving in a Winter Wonderland



As I listened to the roar of my snow tires through the snowfall last week, I had to laugh at some old memories. My late husband Angelo used to argue that winter tires were “for people from Toronto who have to call in the army to shovel the sidewalks when it snows.”  That was until one day he backed down my father’s snowy driveway on Miltimore Drive in Bromont and removed part of my Dad’s fence. Not content with believing his Delta 88 could do such a thing he attempted to reverse again, only this time he hit the mailbox. He remained silent on the drive back to Ottawa and I never heard him tell tall tales about snow tires again.


My late father Arthur Knight always insisted that you should keep bags of sand in the trunk for traction in case you got stuck in the winter. His 70s Ford Pinto was loaded to the brim with bags of sand, and when I went to visit him he insisted tossing in more in my trunk. It was supposed to add weight, and if I ever got stuck, the sand could be used for traction he said. I never actually got stuck, so I never had to use the sand. Somehow I doubt that a couple of sandbags add or subtract anything meaningful to the traction of a vehicle that already weighs a ton when empty, plus a few hundred pounds with a driver and passenger.


Every year CAA publishes advice for winter driving and putting sand or litter in the back of a rear wheel drive car is always on the list. I personally prefer cat litter because it’s relatively inexpensive (non clumping, non scented) and provides decent traction.


When I was a kid everyone had snow tires. It was only in the 80s that people got silly and bought into the “all season” foolishness.


We’ve all heard someone say:


“I’ve been driving 50 years and have never needed winter tires–or– really, I only need two snow tires!”


Which meansHold my Timmies! I got this!


My Dad also used to tell the neighbours to pour hot water from the kettle on a frozen windshield. I heard him say that so many times, but he failed to tell folks about the puddle it left behind. That can lead someone to suffer a nasty spill– which he seemed to take each time he luckily didn’t crack the windshield with that boiling water.


Or how about turning your car on and idling it so the car will be warm? Sometimes I had time to run up Albert Street and buy something at Bonneau’s before the neighbour’s car was fully warmed up. Years ago cars didn’t have technology to properly warm up a carburetor but some folks still believe the myth their Dad and Grandfather told them about keeping the car warm.


If anyone ever tries to tell you any of these are true, block your ears and slowly back away. My favourite thing about winter? When it’s over!  Just be glad you don’t live in Newfoundland!


Cattle Driving — Keeping the Beast on the Road

“Let the Cattle Pass” An Insulting Nuisance

Weekend Driving- Smiths Falls Franktown and Carleton Place 1925

Tips From the Almonte Gazette “Travel Section” 1874



Ted Bain Danny Arnstein and the Checker Cab

Ted Bain Danny Arnstein and the Checker Cab

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In 1982 for a two dollar bill and change, the townspeople of Smiths Falls could take a ride in a Checker Cab and make believe they were in the Big Apple. Ted Bain, the late owner of B & B Taxi, realized a lifetime ambition when he purchased his green and white Checker Special.

He had been  negotiating with a dealer for two years to get hold of a second-hand Checker.  Although the car was a 1979 model, it looked like it came straight out of a ’50s movie. That’s because the last time the company changed the model design was 1956.

Out of of his fleet of 13 cars, the Checker was most in demand. That $2.25 unmetered Checker ride in 1982 was going to cost more if the two cab companies met Smiths Falls council regarding a fare hike.  The council favoured installing meters in town taxis but Bain didn’t think that was the best approach.

Built by Checker Motors Corporation in Kalamazoo, Mich., the car had a six-cylinder Chevrolet engine and General Motors powertrain. Extra-wide doors allowed enough space between the front and back seats to hold a wheelchair and the car itself was extra heavy. Bain pointed out it was the same model viewers saw weekly in the popular television series Taxi. 

All parts, including fenders and rocker panels, were replaceable, Bain noted. As a mechanic and body man by trade, he did all his own work. He said a front fender costs him $80 in U.S. funds and, as the frame itself  was of heavy construction, he hoped by rebuilding to get an extra 10 years out of the car.

Despite his lifetime love affair with Checker cabs, Bain was not aware that Danny Arnstein, owner of the Yellow Taxi Cab Company in New York and Chicago, spent 30 years as a summer resident in the area until his death in 1960. His unusual $100,000 cottage on Livingston Island ( Now Colonel By Island) in Big Rideau Lake still stands and can be seen by boating visitors to the overnight docking area, owned by Parks Canada.




This is the largest island in a set of islands collectively known as “Long Island”. It was formerly known as “Livingston Island” and may still be marked that way on older charts. The flat roofed building on the Island was called “Wag’s Lodge,” built by Danny Arnstein (co-owner of Yellow Cab in New York and Chicago) in 1949-50. The cottage features two massive “peanut rock” fireplaces and “driftwood plywood” walls. Of note the building has deteriorated and Parks Canada has restricted access in and around the building.




Movie stars Allan Ladd, Jane Powell and singer Paul Anka were a few of the celebrities Arnstein entertained there. And employees of his cab company were brought up to spend their vacations on the Rideau. Bain hoped to have 14 of the famous fleet of Checker cabs on call but didn’t know how his wife would take it. “She says I fell in love with Checker and chucked her aside,” he laughed.

In memory of Ted Bain

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See pictures of abandoned interior here.. CLICK
The present building on the island was built in 1949-50 for Danny Arnstein, the owner of the Yellow Cab Company of Chicago and New Your City. The architect of the building was Horace Roberts of Westport.

The island was originally known as the “Isle of Guernsey”

In the 1940s, the Long Island Club was formed with at least three families involved, including Danny Arnstein (Yellow Cab Company). The front of the building contained four large bedrooms with baths, a very large living room and dining area and a game and sun room. All these rooms were fitted with call buttons to the kitchen. Behind the kitchen was a small sitting area for the servants, their two small bedrooms and shared bathroom. Mr. Arnstein visited the island every summer until his death in 1960 and always brought his cook and maid from New York City. The large central section of the cottage had 14 foot ceilings to match the Arnstein apartment in New York City. It boasted two 18th century chandeliers designed to hold 36 candles each. The stone in the four fireplaces was locally quarried limestone.

After Mr. Arnstein’s death in 1960, the island was acquired by Gerry Livingston of Smiths Falls and the island became known as “Livingston Island”. It was sold to Parks Canada in 1979 who renamed the island “Colonel By Island”.

 - The Gazette
Montreal, Quebec, Quebec, Canada
24 Mar 1947, Mon  •  Page 6

 - The New York Times
New York, New York
26 Dec 1922, Tue  •  Page 17

 - The Windsor Star
Windsor, Ontario, Canada
21 Mar 1936, Sat  •  Page 14

Press and Sun-Bulletin
Binghamton, New York
07 Mar 1966, Mon  •  Page 19

 - Daily News
New York, New York
22 Aug 1960, Mon  •  Page 151

 - The Miami Herald
Miami, Florida
28 Sep 1960, Wed  •  Page 29



Armchair Tourism in Carleton Place –Part 1–Bud’s Taxi

Assassinated Gossip about Lincoln, Payne and the Thousand Islands

Is there Still Gold on Wellesley Island ?

Murder on Maple Island

The Tale of a Pirate named Bill Johnston with Pirate Dog Supermodels

Stories from Ash Island

The Almost Tragic Story of Robert Henry

Assassinated Gossip about Lincoln, Payne and the Thousand Islands

The Lost Island– Now You See it- Now You Don’t!

Gold Mines and Disappearances

Did Anyone Find the Lost Barrel of Silver Coins That Lies at the Bottom of the Rideau Canal?

Did You Know About Fettercairn Island?

Did you Know About the Wedding Cake Cottage?


Do You Remember? Memories of the Pengor Penguin

Looking for a 1930 Pontiac –Napier Connection –Ken Brisco

A Common Sight on the Side of the Road




It used to be a common sight to see a lad sitting by the side of the road with a piece of sandpaper roughing up the surface before coating it with cement and a rubber patch to repair a flat tire. If you forgot your jack to raise the car, well the nearest farmer’s fence was used —often breaking some of the farmer’s rails. Nine times out of ten the drivers never replaced the broken rails and drive off with nary a thought.

The farmers developed bad attitudes towards the local drivers, and the drivers could not understand why. Of course today, fences are never needed for a flat but a bad attitude is like a flat tire. You can’t go anywhere until you change it.


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Photo is from Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum


Lanark County Genealogical Society Website

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in Hometown News

Rollin’ Down the Mississippi River —- Tunes and Cars of Carleton Place 1971

Should Cows and Smart Cars be Tipped?

Lost Ottawa— Lost Carleton Place

Life Inside and Out the Gillies House –Photos 1910

The Great Gatsby’s of Lanark County?

Never Let Your Kids Eat Chicken Stuffed Kale Balls




Last night my son posted this on his Facebook page:

Eating kale-stuffed chicken balls admiring the beauty of the 2016 Lancer GTS in octane blue. The tires should be shined. But I’m not mad!!! How’s your night going?! #mitsubishi #lancer #lancergts#ftw #chickenballs #mitsubishimotors — at Motorhouse Mitsubishi.

Chicken-Stuffed Kale or Kale Stuffed Whatever Balls???? I am not a fan of kale, and I certainly didn’t make him for it, but all the more power to him UNTIL this afternoon when I got a call:

“We sold your car Mum– come bring it in.”

Well, if anyone didn’t know what it looked like it was pink! It just screamed me! Which suits me more? The pink car, or the red Outlander. I will give you this thumbs up though— the Outlander has Sirius radio in there LOL.






So I figure it was the kale he ate last night that got him all motivated. After all, it’s got a lot of texture, and tastes like dirt and unhappiness. (except for Jennifer Fenwick Irwin’s salad)

And for the love of murgatroyd please don’t tell me: “Homemade Kale “Chips” made with a tiny bit of olive oil, lemon and salt are so delicious”!

After all, I know what most of you are really up too, but will never dare say out loud.

Most of you probably have a bag of Kale in your freezer (yes, I am looking at you). Not because you use it a lot-BUT you buy it because you THINK you should, and then you never use it. So its always there. 🙂

One thing my son the car dealer can say truthfully is that the last owner was DEFINITELY “a little old lady from Carleton Place”. Goodbye car– see you on the other side! So please, to all those that wave at me in my former little pink car–be careful–as it’s not me LOL

Go Granny Go Granny Go Granny Go!

This was a public safety announcement to all those that wave at pink cars.


10446 Hwy 7
Carleton Place, Ontario
(613) 253-5550



The Most Terrifying Things Bred Into Existance — A Motorhouse Mitsubishi Story

It’s What My Son Said….

Something Really Spells Funny on Highway 7

The Mystery of My Smelly Car — Seinfeldism

Are You Getting Creepy Messages on Your Starbucks Coffee Cup?

Touring in the Back Seat of a 1973 Buick Electra Limited

Never Let Your Kids Eat Chicken Stuffed Kale Balls


The Most Terrifying Things Bred Into Existance — A Motorhouse Mitsubishi Story


I know I’m going to get a lot of thumbs down, but to me, it’s a bit sickening what some people do to animals for their own amusement. I could not handle owning a Munchkin cat. I can’t imagine how every morning I’d get up, make breakfast, grab my purse and keys, then I’d just see that abbreviated cat walk across the room. I’d have to stop everything and laugh for at least an hour and a half. Just imagine the little shuffling noise it would make. If I was a gnome I would defiantly ride the Munchkin cat into battle.


I sometimes ponder the majesty of nature; the innate ability of the world to create and stylize animals and plants into the most wonderful of things (and toss the failed experiments into Australia).

But you give humans 1000 years, and they’ll breed the most selectively useless crap this side of Kim Kardashian. No wonder nature always tries to kill us. Something about that Korean Mastiff makes me want to put a Hawaiian shirt on him and call him “The Dude”. Because it seriously looks like if it were a human, it would be Jeff Bridges. Actually, the Korean Mastiff looks like what you’d get if you shaved and deflated a bear.


In order to show opposition to this kind of breeding, I have always refrained from getting any of these types of animals as pets. I only get lions. Actually I want a Munchkin cat and a Dreadlock dog, and send them off on hilarious adventures. Or maybe sell it sell it to Pixar, and DROWN in money!

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So what happens when two identical Mitsubishi’s from Motorhouse Mitsubishi meet on the side of the road?




Not sure, but I hear there is a lot of posing and tomfoolery going on. See what science can accomplish when we cast aside those petty notions of morality? I know you were really probably hoping for a testicle joke, right? This is a family car folks:)

Motorhouse Mitsubishi
10446 Hwy 7
Carleton Place, Ontario
(613) 253-5550

Rollin’ Down the Mississippi River —- Tunes and Cars of Carleton Place 1971








Ray Paquette added: 

What trip down memory lane, particularly the advertisements for the long ago taxi services that served our community so well. Coincidentally, I had coffee this morning with a former denizen of Carleton Place, Brian McDonald. In keeping with your car blog, he mentioned he would be taking his 1976 Corvette out of winter storage this weekend. Brian bought the Corvette from Vic Bennett Motors, ordering it in the fall of 1975 and still has the bill of sale!











Carleton Place Canadian 1971- Files from The Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum

Buy Linda Secaspina’s Books— Flashbacks of Little Miss Flash Cadilac– Tilting the Kilt-Vintage Whispers of Carleton Place and 4 others on Amazon or Amazon Canada or Wisteria at 62 Bridge Street in Carleton Place

The Benefits of Having a Large Human Chassis for Traction


Fifteen young women crammed into an Austin Mini, bringing to Britain the new world record for the number of people in a Mini. This effort beats the previous record set by US college students.   (Photo by Ron Case/Getty Images)

Fifteen young women crammed into an Austin Mini, bringing to Britain the new world record for the number of people in a Mini. This effort beats the previous record set by US college students. (Photo by Ron Case/Getty Images)

One snowy New Year’s Eve I remember leaving a dinner with friends that invited me to crowd into a Mini Austin for a ride home. It was not exactly an invite per say – it was actually more of a dare to see how many people we could fit into the “Cooper”. One by one we piled into this tiny car with me scoring a seat riding shotgun.

Since I seemed to have the largest “chassis” in the group it was only fair that I house a couple more people on my lap. There was no way in the world we would ever reach the Guinness World’s Book of Records total of 21. We had no super smart Malaysian students that had once figured out the solution and no one volunteered to sit in the boot of the car.

Packed to the rafters with 9 people the driver attempted to leave and immediately the wheels spun in the fresh new snow. We were all pretty uncomfortable at this point and voices of desperation start to surface to the top.

My father Arthur Knight always insisted that you keep bags of sand or salt in the trunk for traction in case you got stuck in the winter. However there was no sand or salt in the back end of this car, only a bunch of lightweights.

I sat in the front seat slowly losing the feeling in my legs due to the human load being forced upon me and suddenly had an idea. I could be the “living” bag of sand in the rear and hopefully that would help. After shouting out my idea everyone agreed and the doors opened with people literally falling out into the snow. I immediately got into the back end and the passengers reassumed more uncomfortable positions. With a huge push from a passerby we were off.

The car swerved and slipped in the snow but one by one we were safely dropped off and had enjoyed a life experience we would never forget. Arthur Knight’s bag of sand, who was really his daughter in this case, had saved the day.

I decided to look this traction myth up on Snopes.com and the page was completely blank. Had Arthur Knight had it all wrong? I found a few discussions on a few automotive boards and one man had this to say.

“So while extra weight generally improves traction, the only safe place to put it is in between the wheels. That’s why, for traction, we suggest car-pooling. In fact, when recruiting car-poolers, you could start by putting up a sign at Weight-Watchers.”

After more research I decided to go back to Snopes when I found another link about the topic. Again the page was blank and the lone entry was about a woman called “The Human Couch”.

Legend goes that a 500 pound woman had to be brought to the ER after she had experienced shortness of breath. While they attempted to undress her an asthma inhaler fell out of one of the folds of her arm. A shiny new dime was under her breast and a TV remote control was found in one of the folds of her lower extremities. Her family was extremely grateful they found the remote and the doctor said it was the first time he had found buried treasure.

No wonder it had been an entry selection when I typed in “sand weight and car”. I sit here and giggle about what I have written and wonder if people reading this will consider my story legend or lore. At least I wasn’t listed as “The Human Couch” because losing a TV remote is a felony I hear in some countries.

Notes from the Peanut Gallery

Sometimes I look at “it” and wonder if “it” has its own orbit. -Susan Saturn

Buy Linda Secaspina’s Books— Flashbacks of Little Miss Flash Cadilac– Tilting the Kilt-Vintage Whispers of Carleton Place and 4 others on Amazon or Amazon Canada or Wisteria at 62 Bridge Street in Carleton Place