Do you ever watch a movie, set in a small town where people go into a restaurant or pass each other on the street and greet each other? You wish for instant that you lived in a town like that and Almonte is that with the Superior Restaurant and Pakenham is that sort of town with the Centennial. That is what these restaurants should be best known for. It is the place where families gather, where people go after church, where the guys gather before they go hunting. It’s where people greet one another when they walk in the door. For a moment you can feel like you belong and just take in the laid-back friendliness. Let’s keep these restaurants alive!!!!
The Citizen, Ottawa, Tuesday, September 6, 1977 An artistic salute to a good restaurant By Robert Smythe
The women at the Centennial Restaurant in , Pakenham, Chit., have been serving up good restaurant food and motherly advice for some time, and it is in recognition of their service to the community that the owners of Andrew Dickson’s craft ; store and gallery have put together a month long “Salute to the Ladies of the Centennial Restaurant”. Of course the show’s food theme affords the perfect opportunity to display predictable plates, goblets and place mats all of which abound at the Salute, in the earth tone chunkiness that you come to expect from local potters.
But those who have abandoned this homespun functionalism have done so with a good deal of humor. Their totally impractical tributes to the Centennial are the brightest of this group effort. Ice-cream is really the restaurant’s ace special, and so it is only natural that Paddy Mann’s vanilla cone banner should be hanging outside the old stone building. The image has also found its way onto colored T-shirts, screened by Jane Bonnell.
Gail Bent has made Gobelin tapestries of a stove and a Scottish frugal fridge (with only one carrot in it), but her funniest piece is Holstein By Any Other Name. It is a white wood udder, whose four generous teats are delivering a gushing stream of fibre milk down the wall into a waiting galvanized bucket. Across its side is emblazoned a silver MOO. Alice Paige’s jars of jam jelly look luscious sitting in the window with the sum streaming through them, especially when their deep clear color is echoed by a pair of ruby red satin lips hanging nearby.
Other clever and cute stuffed toys include some glossy eggplants, halved avocados, and a delicious chocolate wafer ice cream bar with a large bite taken out of it. Regular stuffed sandwiches come in several separate layers one for the lettuce, one for the meat, two for slices of bread. Inedible food was also heaped onto brooch pins. Of these, Neil Stewart’s jewelery work was exceptional. Using ivory, silver and brass he has assembled a miniature breakfast of bacon and eggs sunnyside-up, on a tiny round plate. Another piece features a slice of pie (a la mode?) and accompanying fork. At the other extreme of scale is Wayne Cardinelli’s oversized Blue Ribbon Pie in the Sky Award for the Centennial. The medal, which is at least one foot across, has been struck in clay for the occasion.
Sally TuffinI remember when it had red and white checkered tablecloths and shelving where local hand crafts were displayed for sale. Food was excellent.Then when I was a student at Pakenham Public we used to go out with friends to lunch at the Centennial.At the end of the schoolyear our bus drivers used to buy us all an ice cream at the ice cream counter. Worked there for a year when I was a teenager.
Heaps of ice cream in the biggest cone in the country (maybe in the whole world) goes for 50 cents at the Centennial Restaurant in Pakenham. Ont., on Highway 29 and it’s big. People come from all over the Ottawa Valley, and beyond, to try the cone they’ve heard about at the Centennial, as its name suggests, opened in 1967, and Elsa Stewart, its proprietor, explains: “We started serving the big cones around 1970. Some of the girls at the restaurant began scooping out larger cones and I encouraged them to continue.” She describes the cones, modestly, as “two, good-sized scoops.” Some of her customers liken them to softballs and its Sealtest and it’s good, but it’s the hefty scoops that really impress everybody. The restaurant keeps three freezers packed with tubs of ice cream and there’s good variety chocolate, vanilla, tutti frutti. strawberry, chocolate-walnut, maple, and heavenly hash a devastating mix of marshmallow-chocolate ice cream with chocolate chips and a few nuts. One of the nicest things you can do on a warm summer day is stop at the Centennial, pick up a cone and stroll two blocks to the lovely, old stone bridge that crosses the Mississippi River at Pakenham.
Bev Deugo I worked at Centennial Restaurant in Pakenham in the summer when Elsa Stewart owned it…scooped ice cream until my fingers froze ….Cones were huge, lineups were long, we scooped for hours on a hot summer day.
CLIPPED FROMNational PostToronto, Ontario, Canada14 Jul 1979, Sat • Page 10
An Almonter doth protest!!!
This arched landmark is one of only a few such bridges in North America. Built in 1903 across the Mississippi River, it is less than eight metres wide and was designed for horses and wagons. As the years went on, motor vehicle traffic put such stress on the bridge that it was threatened with demolition. Instead, after history lovers protested, the stones were taken down, catalogued and then replaced over a reinforced concrete structure in 1984.
Details: The bridge is near the intersection of Kinburn Side Road and County Road 29, just as you come into Pakenham.
While you’re in the area: The grey tower of St. Peter Celestine Roman Catholic Church dominates the village. The lovely stone building opened in 1893.
Who has been to the Centennial in Pakenham??? Carebridge Community Support1 min · So happy to work with community builder Omar of Pakenham’s Centennial Restaurant. Using donations from our MMTogether fund initiative we purchased gift certificates for tenants of 5 Arches Housing and members of the Pakenham SeniorsClub. The Centennial and Omar have been fixtures in downtown Pakenham for over 25 years!
Elsa Stewart former owner
Art and Elsa Stewart
Pakenham’s Stewart Community Centre was named for Art and Elsa Stewart who greatly contributed to the restoration and revitalization of Pakenham in the 1960s, 70s and 80s. It was opened in 1974, replacing the old Community Hall. Art and Elsa were awarded the Order of Canada in June of 1983. Operators of a model livestock-breeding farm, the Stewarts were active in many farm organizations and founded university entrance bursaries to the Ontario Agricultural College in Guelph for local students.
Sometimes an article comes up in the Gazette or my newspaper archives and it makes me want to document them. One did and please leave memories in the comment section so I can add to it.
1970 February Almonte Gazette
Local insurance agent, Jack Virgin of 184 Church Street, is expected to be released from Almonte General Hospital by early next week. Mr. Virgin was injured in a fall from the roof of his home last Friday afternoon and was taken to hospital with two broken wrists, a mild concussion and severe bruises and cuts to his head and face.
Mr. Virgin had just finished clearing the snow from the roof of the house with his son David and had been using ropes and other safety measures all afternoon but the accident occurred just as he put one foot on the ladder to descend. It had been raining minutes before and the foot of the ladder clipped slightly, throwing Mr. Virgin headlong onto the bare, paved driveway below. He was rushed by ambulance to the hospital where he was tended to by Dr. Tony Keon.
Well-respected businessman with a very strong commitment to his community. Jack was especially proud of his time as President of Western General Mutual Insurance. He was a life member of Mississippi Masonic Lodge 157 & Member of Tunis Shrine.
(R. N., Graduate, of the Toronto General Hospital School of Nursing, class 1952)
Florence was a proud graduate of the Toronto General Hospital School of Nursing, class of 1952. She nursed at the Old Almonte General Hospital before joining her husband as a partner in J. L. Virgin Insurance, a successful local general insurance firm until retiring in 1993.
Florence was an active volunteer serving on many church and community committees and boards but was especially proud of her time on the Almonte General Hospital Board and the T V Ontario board. She was a long time member of the I.O.D.E., Captain Hooper Chapter. Florence enjoyed many treasured days and nights at their cottage on White Lake in the company of her family and many friends.
The hydro community in Almonte lost another dear friend on Tuesday, August 27th. Jack Virgin passed away at the age of 91. Jack served his community as a Commissioner on the Almonte Public Utilities Commission from 1969 until 2000. He was the second longest serving Commissioner in the 92 year history of Almonte PUC (behind only Doc Metcalfe). He also served as Chairman of the Commission for many years including during the expansion of the generating station in 1989-90. He will be missed.-Mississippi River Power Corp.
Myrtle Crawford tells you about what once was before Augusta Park in Mississippi Mills. What a great story about looking after potatoes and the creek that ran through that property. Great video!
Augusta Street Park is in the community of Almonte ON in the municipality of Mississippi Mills. Built in the 1970s, under a federal NIP neighbourhood improvement initiative, this much-loved park features a flowing creek and massive maples for shade. Now, after decades of decline, the community has come forward once again to rehabilitate the space. As a result of a fundraising event in early February 2012, volunteers have offered in-kind support for this park. A concept plan has been created. It calls for a BMX bike course, hard surfacing, a community garden, accessible walkways and an aesthetically pleasing and highly interactive splashpad. A phased-in rehabilitation plan will be carried out. The Augusta Street Park Community Committee membership consists of Town staff, a council member, Mills Community Support staff and community volunteers. —Friends of Augusta Street Park–firstname.lastname@example.org
Resuscitation of Augusta Street Park in downtown Almonte was undertaken at the impetus of a young woman named Sarah Spinks, who in 2011 began urging the community to restore the park’s rundown 40-year-old court. In Ocotber of 2015-hat, along with 25 free tickets, which Andrew Wiggins provided to youngsters from Almonte (part of the amalgamated town of Mississippi Mills) to attend the third game of the 2015 NBA Canada Series on Wednesday night at Canadian Tire Centre between the Toronto Raptors and Timberwolves. Toronto Raptors point guard Cory Joseph, though, topped that by providing tickets to 25 YMCA youths “and their families,” during a news conference to unveil the refurbishment of an outdoor community basketball court in Almonte. NBA Cares and Bell Canada combined to cough up “just over (US)$ 19,000,” wh ile Almon te used-clothing outlet The Hub and the non-profit citizenship organization Civitan raised the remainder (roughly $9,000) of the $28,000 needed to pave the outdoor court and put up new basketball standards, backboards and nets, says Mississippi Mills Mayor Shaun McLaughlin.
If you have never seen this video with Sarah Spinks, get out the Kleenex
Augusta Street Park, in the Almonte Ward of Mississippi Mills, is an example of a citizen-driven initiative that may have new impact in an era of fiscal restraint by municipal governments.
Jeff Mills, a Community Developer with Carebridge in Mississippi Mills, appeared at the Town’s December Council meeting to update council on the project.
Mills says Augusta Street Park has a basketball court that was developed with funding from NBA Canada, there is a functioning community garden on the property, and every July, there is a series of Wednesday evening concerts and Civitan BBQ events.
The community developer says Augusta Street Park preserves the memory of a dark day in Almonte history when, in May of 1965, four kids perished in a fire as the neighbourhood was, until that time, without water and sewer services, and no fire hydrants to help save the children’s home.
The Carebridge spokesperson says the final amenity planned for the park may be achieved in 2020 – a splash pad that will speak to the children’s memory.
No one likes sad or controversial times of the past but they did occur and we should not forget them ever. These two blogs a reminder of things we should not allow to happen again. As Jeff said: “Augusta Street Park preserves the memory of a dark day in Almonte history when, in May of 1965, four kids perished in a fire as the neighbourhood was, until that time, without water and sewer services, and no fire hydrants to help save the children’s home”.
Augusta, the little park that could! CLICK here
January 28, 2019 · After last week’s meltdown, Augusta Park skating rink has been reflooded and ready to go. Big thank you to the Augusta Park Rink Rats.
Friends of Augusta Street Park Faceboo
What we’ve learned!
- Its citizens who care that count, not money or politics.
- People need to break up their work week with outdoor social time with their neighbours.
- These events are welcoming and inclusive and attract a wide range of ages and abilities. We are encouraged that our town is strong. In attendance were older adults, persons with disabilities, newcomer neighbours with young children, and old friends.
- We have amazingly talented musicians in our town. Their music sounds best when played outside in the summer.
- We are good cooks! Our community pot lucks are famous for their tasty and healthy offerings. “When you eat outside, bread and butter taste like cake!”
- Invest in sidewalk chalk.
- People step up to volunteer when asked.
And more than anything, we learned that love is very much alive in Mississippi Mills.
Friends of Augusta Street Parkemail@example.com
Over the years Augusta Street Park has undergone some changes largely because of the volunteers “Friends of Augusta Street Park”.
- Play structure
- Community gardens
- BMX track
- Pedestrian foot bridge
- NBA sponsored basketball court
- Small playing field
- Outdoor rink in winter
Nathan Rudyk • 3 years ago The Millstone
When our kids were little, Augusta was known as “Pusher Park” and when they’d go there to play we’d say “Make sure you wear running shoes so you don’t step on the needles.” There frequently were used ones lying on the ground. And look at it today!
With leadership by Jeff Mills and a growing team of dedicated volunteers (I bet they easily cross a hundred people if you count the gardeners and musicians), it’s a community oasis and getting better every year.
My best memory of the park’s transformation was a little kid with his shovel and pail, digging away to create a dirt pile – for the BMX track he explained. A little while later, after yet another group of volunteers brought in truckloads more dirt and shaped a track, I saw that kid flying over the course with a huge smile on his face. Why not? He helped build it. Right now I’ve gotta get down there to help my wife harvest some vegetables from the community garden plot, so bye!
Laurie LadouceurMy aunt use to babysit me and as kids we loved to go when they had the sprinkler open on a summer day, catch frogs, play on the rocket, tether ball and the swings that went around
Julie TaylorZip line with no stopping mechanism other than a pole lol, wobbly bridge that eventually was removed which left no way across the creek except to jump and my favourite the swings mounted on the big rotating circle.
Julia WaiteEvery Wednesday in July there’d usually be bands playing and bbqs! Lovely to hear the music in my backyard
Keven SonnenburgI used to spend my whole summer there as a kid. There was always a summer program run by the town. I lived on Augusta Street.
Lisa Stanley SheehanI had my first cigarette Lol…..thanks to Becky Ford
Dave LaforceLaurie Ladouceur back in the 60s. Spring runoff would flood all lower steets as the creek couldnot handle the water shed from burtlands.One day my cousin fell in and my uncle john went after him in a canoe catching him before spring st.and the missippi river.
Dave LaforceWe damd that creek off in summer and would swim there. And explore the under ground dug out caves next to mr gilbueas.He was a war vet.who thought he need a protection plan
Donna Lee MattI remember Augusta Park when it was just a well kept path. We used to take the forbidden short cut from Harold St. to GL Comba Public School. It was the fastest route. Most times of the year the creek was manageable but in the spring it was really dangerous. We would often risk crossing so we could get to the school earlier to meet up with our friends.
Pat LotanWe lived on Ottawa Street and my sons played there as well as attended the summer program provided by the town. It was run by Wendy Powell. She was fantastic! Wonderful memories.
Ray PaquetteI’m having a senior moment. Will somebody reminding me who ran Moore’s Taxi please?
Linda Gallipeau-Johnston Ernie Moore – I think.
Ray PaquetteWas that the same Ernie Moore who ran the store on Moore Street?
Nancy HudsonLinda I think the taxi driver’s name was John Moore, Ernie had the store on Moore St.
Ray PaquetteLinda Gallipeau-Johnston Ted has taken on the affectation of 2 “d’s” in his name. He is now known as Tedd. Go figure?!?!?
Doug B. McCartenRay Paquette great to see Brian and Tedd are well and enjoying life as retirees! Ask Brian if he remembers the two young ladies who were traveling through town selling magazine subscriptions? We all went back to Brian’s house to discuss our choices….. lol! I actually got a subscription for Car & Driver….. I think Brian took one of the ladies to his room to get money or something BAHAHAHA what a nice visit we had with them…….
Ray PaquetteDoug B. McCarten I sent your comment regarding the magazine sales staff to Brian who commented “…You can tell Doug that , although that little experience had slipped my mind, yes I do remember now that he mentioned it. I thought that there might have been a third guy involved but I might be wrong. I ended up getting a subscription for a year to a magazine I cared little for.Those girls were VERY good at their job.”
Ray PaquetteThere are a lot of commercial locations of earlier times that are not included on this “place mat”. Bellamy’s Restaurant, Sinclair Bros. Men’s Wear and Patterson’s Furniture to mention a few others not already noted above. I could go on but would bore most readers…
Joan StoddartRemember the rest rooms beside the Queen’s
Ray PaquetteBeginning at the bottom of Bridge Street, on the west side: the Texaco station, the Salvation Army Citadel, Levines, Hick’s Grocery, Charlie Jay Shoe Repair, Mae Mulvey’s Candy Shop. Central Grill, Galvin’s Men’s Wear, Carleton Grill ( and the Colonial Bus Lines stop), the Roxy Theatre, Harold Dowdall’s Barbersop, Denny Coyles Esso, Ned Root’s Shoe Repair, Stanzel’s Taxi, Dr. McDowell, Darou’s Bakery. Doucette Insurance, McAllister’s Bike Repair, Oona’s Applicances/Bob Flint TV, Hastie Bros Plumbing, Bruce McDonald Optometrist, Foote Photography, the public restrooms, the Queens Hotel, Woodcock’s Bakery, Lewis Reg’d Ladies Wear, Okilman’s, and Patterson’s Furniture. I probably forgot a business but I’m sure other readers can “fill in the blanks” or take exception to some of the names on the list. More to come when I crossover to the East side of bridge…
Joann VoyceRay/ Not Lewis but Moskivitch Dress shop. Lewis was beside Comba I believe as my mother sent me there for clothes
Ray PaquetteTwo days ago I listed the businesses of my boyhood that operated on the west side of Bridge, a.k.a., Main Street. Today I’ll bore you with reminisces of the east side, with the caveat that I may omit or misidentify a business or two, but cut me some slack, this was 70 years ago! Beginning at the Mississippi Hotel, there was Joie Bond’s store, her brother’s barber shop, Bowland’s Grocery, Carleton Cleaners, William’s Drugstore, Fulton’s Furniture, predecessor to Allan Barker, Kiddy Town, Playfair Bowling Lanes, The Canadian, the Liquor Store. Then Dr Ferrill’s office, the Orange Lodge, the Canadian Tire, the Post Office, the Bank of Nova Scotia, Dr. McCarron the dentist, Royal Bank, New York Cafe, the Olympia, Howard Little’s Barber shop, Argue’s Grocery, Robertson’s Men’s Wear, Wilson’s Drugstore, Dack’s Jewellers, McCann’s Poolroom, the Dominion Store. Across Franklin Street there was Asseltine’s Drugstore, Stedman’s 5 & 10, Walkers Dry Goods, Allan’s Shoe Store, Dr Walroth’s Office and Mr. Tighe, the Piano Teacher, McLaren’s Drugstore, Lewis Reg’d, and Comba’s Furniture. On the north side of the bridge, was Dr. Johnston’s office and Branch #192, Royal Canadian Legion. Bennett’s Meat Market on the corner of Bell Street, McArten’s Insurance, Brewers Retail, the Maple Leaf Dairy, and finally, the (Cameron’s?) Blacksmith Shop across from Miller’s Farm Equipment. Anyway, that’s what I remember: perhaps some of the readers would like to fill in the blanks that I have left, not intentionally.
Ray PaquetteDan Williams Read my follow on note in reply to Doug’s question about me taking notes. It easy when you are in and out of those businesses 6 days a week delivering a paper…
I loved what Susan Mary Risk posted in December 2019 so I added it.
Susan Mary Risk–We had milk and fruit juice delivered to the front door daily. It’s because no one had refrigerators. We kept everything in the larder, the weeks rationed roast under a fly net.It turned green iridescent and we still ate it. We had beef drippings on bread for a treat, not Cheesies or fruit loops. In winter we had to break ice off the toilet water and ruffle the frost off the toilet seat. What we had for heating two stories was a coal or coke burning fireplace and one tiny gas space heater in the nursery that Mom payed for by sticking a shilling into the meter placed in the hall. This was post war England.
Ah the good old days, when I was allowed to spray the flowers with a hand pump, full of good old DDT. No one admonished us with threats of lymphoma back then. No one told me I could get skin or lung cancer by fetching the coal from a small shed with a galvanized steel bucket. Though heavy, this was a less noxious material than today’s plastics. Stuffies, now. I kept my bear, David, until I was 13. I had one bear. My sister still had her stuffie, Ellie a few years before she died at age 60. Our stuffie were filled with sawdust. She found that out eventually.
We never had freezing on our teeth at the dentist. Instead, the dentist would promise us we could hold and look at a gold painted wooden angel if we didn’t scream from the drilling. The good old days when responsibility meant staying on the sidewalk all night in winter to protest apartheid outside the US Embassy in Toronto. Ages 12 and 14. Those days of witness, the violent deaths of blacks or protesters in the South. Police brutality. The deaths of Martin Luther King, of Robert Kennedy, the incarceration of Nelson Mandela.Life was more carefree before TV and perhaps we older folk dream of our youth as blessed at times, but somehow I feel our children have so much more than we ever knew.
If anyone had told me I would be in Facebook Jail for 24 hours I would have laughed. When I got the immediate memo yesterday from Facebook saying I was being sent to the other side of the fence I flipped out– because, yes, it is a real thing that I never ever expected.
First of all, it was my mistake. I was trying to reply to something funny Shawn Greenberg said on my timeline about voyeurism and bylaws. As I typed out a response including a story I wrote years ago for San Francisco media I accidentally included a ‘shady site’ link. In fact I am even afraid to type that 4 letter word of what the site was less I get banished again. Anyone that knows me knows I would not do that — but yes, it did indeed happen by adding the four letters .com. Remember that– never post .com without thinking.
I tried to defend my case but Facebook was not having any of it. I had done the big no no for them just like when I posted a silly picture of a man wearing his underwear as a COVID mask last year. I was incited for posting armed robbery photos. You have to love these ‘bots’ they employ. At the flick of a word or photo maybe not intended they shut you down as quick as you can say WD40.
So this morning I sit here not being able to post history and each time I go to ‘like’ something a notice flashes on my screen how much time I have to remain seated in the virtual dugout. In all honesty, it was probably for the best, as I should be resting. Most of you know I had a bad fall at a senior residence three weeks ago. There is no doubt I had some bruised ribs, but there is one that seems to be not healing, so I am having an XRay done today. So yes, I should stop everything and rest. But, that is not who I am — but I do think someone higher than I also had pull in this matter to get me to stop for a few minutes. Maybe it was Zuckerberg himself LOL.
So what’s it like being off of Facebook? The virtual walls are really unsympathetic and how do I really feel? It’s not that I did not resist this morning, pounding and screaming at Facebook’s imaginary door kind of feeling cut off from the world. In all honesty I really don’t have a problem with shutting down Facebook– what I have a problem with is something or someone telling me ‘No’ LOL. It was like being grounded by my parents. Let’s be honest at age 69 I still still need to understand what is within my control and what isn’t. It’s that simple.
Being off of Facebook is not quite how it is portrayed on a comedy sitcom, but it’s not far off either. I’ve actually read accounts of people getting so mad at losing privileges like I did– that they set something on fire– or went out and ripped off tags off of mattresses at local Furniture stores. While I am nowhere near this condition, and I am not going to storm Main Street; I felt I should research some first hand recounts to write this story.
Instead of reading stories about being booted off Facebook I began to read chains of postings on Reddit on what it was like being in a real jail in the States. Well some of those stories are eye openers I tell you, and I will think about soap in a different light– but in reality, isn’t Facebook like a real jail? You sit around, you waste time, and you do have a profile photo/mug shot LOL— but again I was sober when I accidentally posted the link, and did not set anything on fire.
I realized a long time ago life isn’t all about me. I know what is within my control and what isn’t. I don’t think I have an addiction to Facebook– but what I do have an addiction to is getting as much community history out there as I can— and trying to unite my community to support local and each other. Community is important to me, always has been, and Facebook is an excellent tool to talk with your community.
So next time I have something funny and off colour to say to Shawn Greenberg I will tell him personally, as that is hopefully within Facebook’s ‘reasonable use’ guidelines.
God Speed Everyone!! See you on the Other Side!
I do not talk about COVID 19 much. It’s not that I don’t want to, but we are saturated with important information that needs to be respected. Yes, I do answer private PM questions, especially from seniors, and if you need any information I will happily supply you with what I know from our daily town updates and our local health unit.
But, I try to keep you smiling with my Facebook pages as I feel it is so important. My main concern in all this is that we have to get through this together as we just can’t prophecy what is going to happen next.
I think this Halloween has reaffirmed my thoughts that we are coping but— what really is coming out of all of this is that our families and community are working together. Personally, I believe this is an important lesson we needed to be reminded of.
Last year there would have been parties and all sorts of social events. This year, it was all about families and communities working to keep every one safe. Everyone was doing their thing and very concerned that the children should not lose everything.
Carleton Place Recreation & Culture did a super job organizing the Halloween Scavenger Hunt and our downtown BIA brought back the scarecrow displays that used to haunt our Bridge Street during the Halloween season. Even the towns folks came up with amazing ideas to celebrate.
People posted photos galore of families, their kids just having a great time safely. I woke up this morning with a smile. We got through this together, and in reality we didn’t miss a thing. What I think we are learning from Covid is : You can try and take our spirit away and hit us as hard as you can, but we in reality we will keep fighting until this is over because— everything we need to fight is at here at home: family, and our community.
We are finally appreciating the little things now, and that is what matters. I have never loved or appreciated my community more. We stand together Carleton Place and remember to #supportlocal. I think these residents of Carleton Place said it best on the Downtown Carleton Place Facebook page:
Harold John Keller The scarecrows show the great creativity of the people of CP! 👍👍
Jessica Jürgenliemk Thanks so much for putting this together. It’s not only COVID friendly, but a really nice way for adults to feel festive and get outside if they have no kiddos to bring that silly excited magic into their season. Me and the boyfriend had a great reconnect time together this morning following the scavenger questions. Great for local businesses too… Hope this can continue in future years. ❤
Thanks Jessica: Exactly how I feel.. We are all working together as a community. Nothing can be better than that,.:)
July 24, 2020
Today another year has gone by and next year I will enter into another decade that begins with the lucky number seven. Frankly, due to my family’s health history I never thought I would live this long, but I have, and have always vowed to make each year count.
This is the only birthday photo I have, and I have to thank this wonderful woman from Cowansville, Quebec, Agnes Rhycard, and my grandparents for getting me to the year 1966. There is Linda with her “Parent Trap” hair and some suit she made out of broadcloth teaming it up with bare legs and sneakers. Next to me is my late sister Robin, and you can tell by my face how much I hated birthdays even then.
I have always believed a day dedicated to your age shouldn’t matter and you need to celebrate every single day. We all know time never returns. Sometimes I wonder if I feel like this because I never really had a childhood, and was raised with the upbringing of keeping a ‘stiff upper lip’. The only childhood birthday I remember is when I was 6 and I can still see a swan cake and many friends under the old apple tree in the Albert Street backyard. That memory will last in my mind forever.
My family is planning a celebration tonight and that is what means the most to me. Being together– and being my regular Beverly Goldberg self. I have changed this year in some aspects and I don’t know if it’s the COVID-19 isolation or what. I don’t mean to be a Beverly Goldberg twin, but I guess it’s always been my way of caring. This week my daughter-in-law had some wise words for me:
“Maybe it’s just better you don’t know what goes on.” and she is right.
So that’s my new mantra, and when one of my car enthusiast sons has this big smile on his face because I have the OPP’s “You are going this fast” machine on my front lawn, I am not going to even question what he has in mind. It’s better that I don’t know.
I get up each morning thankful to be alive and am thankful for my community and the history I research and write about each day. I am thrilled to represent my town as a councillor and listen to people and try and help. Granted I quickly learned that I can’t change the world, but sometimes being like Beverly Goldberg does come in handy. I am so honoured to know so many people, and there is no reason to wait a full year to say thank you for being in my life. We should be grateful that most of us are fortunate to celebrate our birthdays once a year knowing that back in time they celebrated their birthdays because the average age of death was 35-40 years.
When I was 16 I wanted to be 18. When I was 18 I wanted to be 21 and after that it stopped. Today I am reminded that as a young hippie in the 60s, or was it the 70’s, I can’t remember anymore– I had chosen words for my father on his birthdays. I would constantly remind him of my belief that people over the age of 30 should be sent to farms. Well Arthur Knight never forgot those words and on my 30th celebration he handed me my birthday card and asked me when I was leaving for the farm. Touche! I now live and celebrate one day at a time.
So, I only have one wish for my birthday– and that wish is YOU. To my friends and to all the people that read me every day, once a week, or once a month. I just want to celebrate this day with all of you in my life. I’m getting older, I’m getting wiser, (that could be out for debate) and I am getting stronger, but most of all I sail my daily boat with your love. I am so glad all of you were born and we get to celebrate life together. Thank you for being in my life.
Susan Elliott Topping My Grandfather worked there in the evenings after his job at the Gazette office.
Judy Reid Hamre Our high school “Philosophy Club” ran afternoon meetings out of there in our graduating years. The philosophy?
“Can’t dance, might as well drink beer”
Or something like that.
Patti Larose The woodshed lounge. Lol. …where ladies needed an escort and could only sit on one side of the hotel (bar)–the staff. ,Alli,Niper,and Lizard and Marty
Linda Nilson-Rogers At one time there was a sign saying ladies and escorts over the door. Mixed drinks could be had there. The poolroom area was licensed only for beer.
Dawn Jones Linda Nilson-Rogers if I remember correctly we were all there one night with Keith, Donnie and Cindy and Randy(my husband) and myself. I think I was only ever in there less than a handful of times. I did have the occasion of calling the hotel though..searching for an uncle or two who was late home.
Allan Stanley–Ask Marg McNeely for a story
Margaret McNeely–Well here’s my story…..worked there as a waitress in the dining room when i was 15…ppl that ate there were usually only overnighters and passing thru. I remember an American family of five left me a $5 tip…boy thought I had struck gold!
Karen Hirst Story goes that first night in town for Kerry family, year 1954, we had our supper in the dining lounge of the Almonte Hotel.
Rosalyn Wing At one time Mr. Whitten owned it and One side was men only.
Stuart McIntosh Same as Notty Lee’s in Smiths Falls
Don Raycroft Magically, the beer was always the optimal temperature for drinking !!
Don Raycroft No matter how long it was between visits Ali always knew what you drank !!
Don Raycroft Mary Edmonds ran the kitchen at one point. Her food was homemade and really good. Best hot hamburgers anywhere
Carol McDonald Don Raycroft Mary did make great meals for sure!
Darlene MacDonald Don Raycroft Carolyn Elliott also worked in the kitchen. Food was home made and delicious
Mary Anne Harrison One night we left The Almonte and headed for CP to The Queens. A cousin of mine, who shall remain nameless, pumped about 20 bucks into the jukebox before we left. Moon River would have serenaded the customers the rest of that night and most of the next day before the money ran out. We laughed ourselves silly over that.
Paul Latour LOL … too funny!!. … 😀
Susan Elliott Topping Only hotel I ever got kicked out of-(underage) LOL.
Don Raycroft Susan Elliott Topping I guess we are now wondering how many you got kicked out of once you became of age !!😊
Susan Elliott Topping Don Raycroft None! Now I don’t even drink. Lol
Steven Currie If Ali saw u pulling up outside, he would have a cold pint waiting for u before u got through the door, great fellow
Don Raycroft Steven Currie There is nothing that says “home” more than that.
Linda Mills TANG & Chuckwagons 🤢
Sandra Houston- Linda Mills chuck wagons were the best….
D Christopher Vaughan Sandra Houston Scott Davey and I each bought a case of chuckwagons from the guy who stocked the freezer one Friday afternoon.
Don Raycroft Linda Mills the chuckwagons were probably the most unhealthiest thing on the planet. But they were sooo good. I must try and recreate them for my grandsons. I’ll just tell my daughters it’s a history lesson !! 😊
June 16 1960–Almonte Hotel
It was announced on Thursday of last week that Mr. Fred Hayward, one of the partners at Hotel Almonte had sold his interest in the business to Mr. F. J. Nagle of Toronto, his associate since the property was sold by Mr. A. H. Whitten in 1955. It was a case where both partners felt that one man ownership would be more efficient. After negotiations over a period of time during which both offered to buy the other out, Mr. Hayward agreed to take Mr. Nagle’s bid and after July 1st he will be the sole owner of the hotel.
He is a native of Toronto and has been a partner since 1955. For 25 years he was in the service of O’Keefe’s Brewing Co. Ltd. For a long time he was one of the sales representatives of that concern travelling in Western Ontario and other parts of the province. “Fred” as he is known to his close friends is a family man, his wife and seven children residing in Toronto. During his time as a partner in the local business the interior of the hotel was greatly improved, the men’s beverage room was brought up to date with new flooring, soundproof ceiling and many other new appointments that were long overdue. Mr. Hayward has a nice personality and made many friends during his five years as a citizen of the town. His partner, Mr. Nagle, who has come here periodically over the last five years has an upholstering plant in Toronto. It is probable that he will appoint a manager to operate the business here as he cannot be absent from.
Susan Elliott Topping You can buy them at Giant Tiger! (In SF’s anyway)
Steven Currie They are in a cage with Round Up in Canadian Tire
Allison Vaughan used to walk from school there on Fridays for French fries
Tracy Giles-Thompson –Allison Vaughan Best homemade fries and gravy!
Christine Mitchell So, I remember when I was very young, maybe 9 or 10, my dad was staying in a room upstairs temporarily. This would have been mid eighties. He came and went out the back fire escape. Somehow, the bolts holding the fire escape to the building came loose, and the stairs fell when my dad was on them. He jumped hoping to get less hurt, ended up breaking his foot very badly. Was in the hospital for a while, in a cast for an even longer while. He walked with a limp after that until he passed. Ali Dixon would know about this.
Sandra Houston— Christine Mitchell I remember that…friggin scary
Brenda Voyce Christine Mitchell I remember that.. the old fire escape ladder I bet had not been checked for years.
Christine Mitchell There were many Friday and Saturday nights myself or my brother would call there looking for dad to see when to get supper started, or to ask him for money. Lol. Then we’d show up, stick our heads around the doorway and wait for someone to call Mitch so we could get our $10 or whatever it was we asked for. It always seemed that everyone there knew everyone and it was always a big party.
Shelagh Kelly-LaFloor Is the building still around and where is it?
Linda Nilson-Rogers Shelagh Kelly-LaFloor it is now the home of Rebound..reunited across from Circle K
Sara Alexandra– My dad’s old jacket is from the Almonte Hotel
The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
20 Jun 1951, Wed • Page 14
The Ottawa Journal
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
06 Jul 1965, Tue • Page 8
Bill Poulin Jr. playing snooker at McCanns pool hall- Photos from the Canadian and Gazette files from the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum—
Thank you to all that commented and sharing your memories!
Dale Costello One of the best pool players was Bill Poulin Jr. at Uncle Cecil’s
Bill Brown Shawn Gorman and Kathy Gibson in the background watching
Ray Paquette That must be Bill Sr’s son in the photo. I spent a lot of my youth in the pool room and that is not the Bill Poulin I remember!!! In the ’50’s Bill Poulin was considered to be the pro of the Pool Hall and there was one table set aside for money games that was played on by a select few, Bill, Garry Clifford, Wally Lawford and a few others whose names escape me…
Norma Ford This brings back some embarrassing memories. I was sent to pick up my Grandpa’s Club Chewing tobacco at the pool room. When your about 10 years old and go into a place that only men were allowed in – not good. Grandpa always gave me a nickle a trip, would do anything for him. I can’t remember who he sent when I was too old (or too embarrassed) to step foot in there, a real taboo. Very funny now and I wish I had just stepped up and played pool, would that ever have shocked all those guys. –
Ray Paquette- In the ’50’s Bill Poulin was was considered to be the pro of the Pool Hall and there was one table set aside for money games that was played on by a selct few, Bill, Garry Clifford, Wally Lawford and a few others whose names escape me…
Terry Latham This is Jr. Was better than Bill sr.
Baine Cornell Bill Poulin Sr. was one of the best. I remember Bill playing an exhibition against George Chenier the reigning Canadian snooker champ at the pool room.
Bill Russell I remember when Cliff Thorburn came to the pool hall.
Keith Giffin I saw that game as well Blaine Cornell ,very good game . Allie Hastie loved to play straight pool, had a few games with him. The shirt and the vest were 2 of my favourites to play against Jim and Benny Clarke.
Bill Brown When ya played in Almonte pool hall – they always positioned the pink ball to the side of the red balls!! Weird
Llew Lloyd Bill Sr. was still playing when I frequented the billiard hall . I believe in my time you had to be 16 or have a note from your mother . It was a bit tense at Sunday dinner when mom saw the note she had written for the first time
Doug B. McCarten You actually had your Mom sign a note? BAHAHAHA
Mary Lou Stafford Not exactly ..that’s why I was tense. Lol
I remember many of those hand written notes my Mom wrote LOL😂
Ray Paquette By the way, when did girls begin to frequent the pool hall? I hope that is not interpreted as a “sexist” comment…
Bill Brown 70s for sure !!
Doug B. McCarten Never in my time! Women were never allowed nor were they interested! It was strictly a mens room in the 60’s! Cecil restricted males as well until they were 16!
Ray Paquette Do you remember standing outside and watching the pedestrian traffic, particularly the young ladies, go by with an occasional remark from one of the young “gents” causing a witty comeback from the girl it was directed at?
Mary Lou Stafford I remember going in and it would have been 76/77 and being worried one of the guys would complain because that’s when the girls were first welcome by a few and they were a little choosy about who went in!
Tom Edwards I remember my grandfather going in there to buy Irish Sweepstakes tickets. Do you ever remember of that with your dad Norma?