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The Community Remembers Dr. Wilfrid Roy

The Community Remembers Dr. Wilfrid Roy
Dr. Roy, Lynn Lancaster , Chris Davis , Ian McNeely, Norma Ford , Jennifer Mayhew, Art Flint, are a few I recognize .

Patients sat in the waiting room in chairs placed around the walls. All you ever heard from them was slight and nervous coughing. Each person had to remember their place in the queue by constantly monitoring who had seen the doctor and who had entered the waiting room.

When the doctor wanted to see the next patient, he – almost silently – opened the door to his room by about half an inch. By the time you got in, he was sitting, silently, at his desk and looking down at the top of it. He said nothing and didn’t seem at all interested in who you were or what you wanted. By the silence, he forced you to tell him your symptoms.

Almost before you were finished, he was writing on his prescription pad and when you had finished he said, ‘take these, three times a day.’ He had two other options: ‘take these twice a day’ and ‘take these four times a day’. When you had finished, you left through another door. My Mother used to say, ‘Dr Roy is such a good doctor’. I wasn’t so sure.

Mary Cook

Bri Dickie

Dr. Roy was an impeccable gentleman and physician. My mother worked in the O.R. with him for a few years at the Carleton Place Memorial District Hospital in the late 50’s, early 60’s. She could not say enough about her respect for his practice.

Our family doctor until his retirement, he was the epitome of class and professionalism.

Although retired, he made countless visits to our home when my dad contracted cancer to allow my mother to be with my him until the end.

I had the occasion to work for him re-roofing his office and cleaning snow and ice from his High Street home. He was very clear on how things were to be done, but he was gracious with his pay and thanks.

Sincerest condolences from our family to the Roy family and friends

Bri Dickie Thank you for your kind words. Smiling as I read your comment about Dad being very clear on how things were to be done…we grew up with the mantra, “If a job is worth doing, it is worth doing well”

Bri Dickie

Heather Roy I recall him going to his office filing cabinet to pull out a dossier of roofing details. He went through everything line by line. I was very honoured to be asked to roof the office!

And, removing snow and ice at the High Street required a full discussion of the roof and insulation engineering specs.

Marilyn White

Dr.Roy was our family physician. He took over the practice of Dr. Running. A wonderful Dr. and gentleman. My sincere condolences to his family.

Anne Bourne

DR Roy was a wonderful person with a great sense of humour. One of Carleton Places finest Doctors. Along with Doris Flemming. Mrs Patterson, Mrs F Rintoul & other nurses, they were familiar faces at the hospital. RIP Wilfred It’s time to rest

Marilyn White

Heather Roy I went to his retirement party. At the time I was working for Dr. Dave Lenny. The party was put on by the towns people and it truly was an outpouring of love for your Dad.

Heather Roy

Marilyn White lol, the organizers gave me a head’s up to tell my Mom so that she could dress up a bit. Dad had no clue and turned so pale when he walked in to the venue but did rise to the occasion. Trying to include on the Gamble website a photo of Dad bending over his 8 year old granddaughter at the party. She was so young and even at that tender age, saw how loved and respected her Grandpa was. Thank you for your kind words, Marilyn.

Judi Mountenay Simpson

A true gentleman. Dr. Roy would ‘doff’ his hat when he entered the library which melted my heart. I remember telling him I had given blood and he reached over the library desk, pulled down my eye to check out the colour and pronounced me good to go! I was fortunate to deliver audio books to their home for Mrs. Roy, and he always was so kind with his thanks. One of the cornerstones of the community. Our deep condolences to the family.

Heather Roy

Judi Mountenay Simpson Mom loved reading and was so grateful that you would deliver the audio books. I remember thinking that this was a kindness that would only happen in a strong community.

Karen Robinson

Dr. Roy came to our house when I had a migraine when I was 13. My mother loved him. He could do no wrong in her eyes.

Cindy Mcgregor

Sending my condolences he was the Doctor that delivered me and my Family Doctor till I was 15 he was great! RIP Dr. Roy!

Doug B. McCarten

Dr Roy always took good care of my family! Diagnosed my polio at age 2 which saved me from paralysis with his early diagnosis (a delay of another 24 hours would have had disastrous results for me)! Also terrific family friend!

Karen Robertson

Heather and your family, I send my condolences in the loss of your father. I have very sweet memories of him. Remember how he delivered milk to the cottage because we forgot. I think it was his quiet way of checking on us. I was always well behaved in his presence. He was always working and your mom did lots of fun activities with us and your brothers. He lived such a long good life and will be truly missed.

Angie BallantyneThank you everyone for the kind words about my grandfather. Our family appreciates it. He lived a long and fulfilled life and contributed so much. A kind soul who touched the lives of many. A photo of his wedding day ❤️

Llew Lloyd

How many of us still remember when young Dr. Roy came to town? One time when my son came home from a day of junior golf at Mississippi he made me guess who he had golfed with that day. He said the guy told him he’d known his father for a very long time. R.I.P. Wilf.

Joanne Clarke-MacDonald

With a family of 11, Dr. Roy was a frequent visitor..

Wilfred Norman Clarke

Posted Feb 22, 2022 at 07:17pm

Although my Mom swore that I was named after my uncle Wilfred Deschamp, I think that I was really named after Dr. Roy. He was my Mom’s doctor for my birth and the story goes that my Dad, who was really nervous about my birth, was told by Dr. Roy to go to his place and in the cupboard, was a bottle of Rye and have a few drinks. He would let him know when I was born. (10th kid out of 11)

Heather Roy

On behalf of the family, thank you for your kind words and being part of Wilfred Roy’s wonderful journey through life. Dad began his career as Civilian Medical Officer of Health at the RCAF base in Ft. Nelson, BC, running a 14 bed hospital there. As he was the only physician, Mom was flown out to deliver their first child. He always called me his “little Whitehorse baby”. Upon arrival to CP, we lived in Dr. Runnings house / office across from the United Church. Subsequently, 89 Beckwith St was built as home and office. There was a buzzer in our kitchen to summon Mom if Dad needed his nurse in the office. That location is now the Mississippi Chiropractic Health Centre. Perhaps of interest is that Marvin MacPherson and Dad developed the turf airstrip, now known as Carleton Place Airport. He took me flying one day and calmly said, “We are a bit lost. I’ll land in that farmer’s field and figure out where we are.” I was too young to be afraid and had total faith that my Dad could do anything! An active member of the community of Carleton Place, Dad’s hope was that he would make a difference in the lives of his patients, his family and his friends. At his surprise retirement party in 1990, Granddaughter Angela, age 8 at the time, recognized that her Grandpa was loved and respected by the town. She was even more impressed by the huge bow on the Grandfather clock gifted by the lovely people of CP.

From the Toronto Star Archives
File Location:
G2–Canada-Ontario-Carleton Place-124c-GO-353

Read-In Memory of Marvin MacPherson


W. A. Roy, M.D., C.M., C.C.F.P.

Made his final call on Thursday, February 17

Dr. Wilfred Arthur Roy
  of Carleton Place, Ontario, at 98 years of age.

Dearly beloved husband of the late Carmel Isobel (Blair) Roy. Cherished and respected father of Heather Roy (Jean Doré), Wilfred (Jane) Roy and Robert Roy.

Loving Grandpa to Robin (Stacie) Langtry, Angela Langtry (m. Matt Ballantyne), Charles (Jing) Roy and Jerry (Michelle) Roy. Great Grandfather to Benham and Gwen Langtry, Marie Roy, Lincoln Roy and Mason Ballantyne. 

Born on March 9th, 1923 in Timmins, Ontario to Louis Felix Roy and Marie Agléa Houle.
Pre-deceased by brothers Norman, Henry, Gerard “Ted”, George and Edgar. 
Also, pre-deceased by Ross Langtry, who was “like a son to me”.

Survived by many nieces and nephews. Will be especially missed by niece, Joanne (Roy) and Michael Miller as well as very close friends, Laurie and Paul Bullied.  

A proud graduate of Queen’s University in Kingston, Ontario, Faculty of Medicine in 1949, Wilfred interned at the Civic Hospital in Ottawa where he met the beautiful young Registered Nurse, Carmel Blair, who was to become his wife and best friend for 69 years. They so enjoyed their last 50 years together in their home at 246 High Street.

His first position was as Civilian Medical Officer of Health at the R.C.A.F. base in Ft. Nelson, BC where he operated a 14 bed hospital there. Carmel and their “little Whitehorse baby” were delayed in their return to him due to a major snow storm.

“Young” Dr. Roy opened his practice as General Physician and Surgeon in 1952 in Carleton Place, venturing back to the Ottawa Civic for a second year of education in General Surgery, Trauma and his favourite, Orthopedics. He was on the building committee for the Carleton Place & District Memorial Hospital and an active staff member there since it’s opening in 1955. Courtesy staff at the Queensway Carleton Hospital and Almonte General Hospital, holding all executive offices of CP and Almonte Hospitals over the years, as well as all offices in the Lanark County Medical Society.
A natural teacher, he was involved with Ottawa University as a lecturer and provided education and training in his practice for residents in the program.

As a licensed private pilot and aircraft owner, he was quite pleased to be able to be a Civil Aviation Medical Examiner, Ontario and continued in this area of expertise following his retirement  in 1990. Always interested in the community he lived in, he was active in the East Lanark High School Board, the Municipal Arena operating committee, the CP “100” Service Club and on the Board of the Mississippi Golf Club. He loved to golf, curl, fish, garden and read, continuing to be involved and informed all his life. 

In his own words, “I would like to believe that, on a small scale, my life has made a worthwhile contribution to my family, patients and friends as well as my parents, brothers, their families and acquaintances through my sojourn in the medical field.”

In 1990, the lovely people of Carleton Place organized a surprise retirement party for Dad.  He turned quite pale when we escorted him in but rose to the occasion in his usual gracious manner with his sense of humour intact. Granddaughter Angela, age 8 at the time, was very impressed with the huge bow decorating the gift of a beautiful Grandfather clock. Her recent words ring true: “He has lived a long life. A good soul who has helped so many people and was respected. I saw how loved he was by the town at his retirement party.” 

The family extends its gratitude to all those who were part of Wilfred Roy’s wonderful journey through life. A special and heartfelt thank you to Dr. Roger Drake and the staff at AGH and Fairview Manor for the compassionate and professional care provided to Dad during the last three years. The “Old Warrior” taught us well and can rest now.


The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
03 Nov 1961, Fri  •  Page 12

The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
03 Oct 1959, Sat  •  Page 7
The Sault Star
Sault St. Marie, Ontario, Canada
16 Oct 1964, Fri  •  Page 22

The Sault Star
Sault St. Marie, Ontario, Canada
16 Oct 1964, Fri  •  Page 22


Doctors Of Carleton Place You Might not Have Met

Before and After in Carleton Place –The Doctor is in!

The Doctor is In! George Griffith of Carleton Place

Haggart vs Dr Preston– The Little Intriguer that Pulled the String….

Shades of The Godfather in Dr. Preston’s Office in Carleton Place

Dr.Preston Was in the House — The Case of the Severed Foot

“2,000 people on the streets”–Dr. Finlay McEwen of Carleton Place

The Doctor is In! Dr. James Stewart Nichol

Ghostly Images at Doctor Johnson’s House?

Before and After in Carleton Place –The Doctor is in!

Scams, Schemes and Travelling Salesmen of the 1900s

Scams, Schemes and Travelling Salesmen of the 1900s
The Lanark Era
Lanark, Ontario, Canada
21 Aug 1912, Wed  •  Page 4

Gypsies, Preachers and Big White Bears: One Hundred Years on Country Roads
By Claudia Smith

The Lanark Era
Lanark, Ontario, Canada
21 Feb 1900, Wed  •  Page 1

The Lanark Era
Lanark, Ontario, Canada
Wed, Apr 09, 1913 · Page 4

Here’s a classfied ad beyond belief…

The Lanark Era
Lanark, Ontario, Canada
30 Aug 1911, Wed  •  Page 1

Would You Smoke a Hornet’s Nest?

Medicine for Weak Women — Hokum Era

The Remedy Women of Lanark County

Was Lipstick Banned and the $64,000 Question

What the Heck was Electric Soap? Chatterton House Hotel Registrar

When the Spanish Fly Kicks In !

If Quackery Poison Gets You!! Blue Poison Ointment

Constipation Guaranteed to be Cured in Almonte

It’s Electrifying! Dr Scott’s Electric Corset

We’re Off to See the Wizard — The Poisoner’s Handbook?

Know Your Travelling Salesman 1900s — McKesson & Robbins — Cannabis and Scandals

Rawleigh Memories — Door to Door Salesmen

Lanark County Medical Advice 1800s – Wear Earrings for a Sore Throat

Lanark County Medical Advice 1800s – Wear Earrings for a Sore Throat

An old gentleman of Scotch descent, born in Lanark County and living on Manitoulin Island, used the following procedure for the cure of wounds in animals: Three sweet-apple scions of different lengths are procured, and each rubbed three times all over the wound. They are then carried home by the operator of the cure, and subjected to some secret treatment there. It is said that, at any rate, no word- formula is used. At this stage of the treatment the cure can be made to progress either favorably or unfavorably, at will. It is said that the twigs will become pulverized after a while.

An important part of the cure is the diet and treatment of the animal, which must be fed on hot mash, oats, chip, and similar foods. It must be exercised daily and kept moving, especially if the wound is discharging, and must also be kept very clean. The wound must be washed well with warm water before the twigs are applied. The emphasis laid on the treat- ment before and after seems to suggest that the twigs might be dispensed with.

268. The same informant was believed to possess wonderful abilities in the matter of stopping hemorrhages. It was not necessary for him to be present in order to stop these. Some formula or scriptural quotation was employed.

269. The seventh son of the seventh son can stop hemorrhages, as can also the seventh son. (W.)

270. To stop nose-bleed, place a key or a coin on the back of the neck;1 or snuff the smoke from a puff-ball (Lycoperdon).

Also read-Oddities — Lanark County Puffball Mushrooms

271. An old-fashioned first-aid for wounds or bleeding was to apply a bunch of spiderwebs.

272. For bee-stings, apply some clay or mud. The bee is supposed to die after it stings one.

273. For sore eyes, wear earrings. This remedy was formerly frequently used by men.

Also read-Strange Folklore from Ontario –BIRTH AND CHILDHOOD

Two boys had a girl triend who lay dying of consumption. One evening the boys were returning home through the woods near Lanark. Quite suddenly, a little ahead of them, they saw their friend cross their path and disappear among the trees. They called her name, but she did not answer. On reaching home, they rushed into the kitchen, shouting, “Nellie is better! We saw her in the woods.” Great was their surprise to hear that Nellie had died an hour before.

Back in the 19th century, a cutting-edge new “treatment” for rheumatism was introduced on Australia’s southern coast: sitting inside a rotting whale carcass. It was believed that if a person stayed inside of the dead whale for 30 hours, they would be relieved of joint aches for up to 12 months. Clearly, there’s no scientific evidence to support the healing power of sitting inside of a dead whale, but it seems like people were desperate enough to actually try it.
Bloodletting is known as one of the oldest medical practices, dating back 3000 years to ancient Egypt. The procedure was common in medieval Europe to treat diseases such as smallpox, epilepsy, and plague. However, it didn’t end there. Bloodletting was commonly practiced throughout the 19th century, too, and is sometimes even used today. Towards the end of the 19th century, the treatment was discredited when doctors finally admitted that depleting the body’s blood supply can be risky and doesn’t have many valuable health benefits. Bloodletting puts a patient at risk of having a cardiac arrest, losing too much blood, and can cause dangerously low blood pressure, in addition to the possibility of infections and anemia.

Also read-Need “BLOOD-LETTING’? Head on Down to the Blacksmith!

The Lynchs of Almonte — Genealogy

The Lynchs of Almonte — Genealogy
The Ottawa Journal
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
26 Apr 1916, Wed  •  Page 11

The Ottawa Journal
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
14 Aug 1911, Mon  •  Page 1
The Ottawa Journal
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
Fri, Nov 03, 1899 · Page 6
The Ottawa Journal
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
16 Sep 1893, Sat  •  Page 5

D. P. Lynch

In those days, even as at present, Almonte had three doctors, a medical triumvirate whose names were household words in the community and the district. Alphabetically, they were Dunn, Kelly and Metcalfe. The first was my father.

He came to Almonte in the later months of 1911, and the circumstances were both fortuitous and amusing. In early August of that year the town lost Dr. D. P. Lynch through death. Shortly after, Father J. F. McNally, newly appointed parish priest in Almonte (a Prince Edward Islander by birth, and subsequently Archbishop of Halifax) wrote to my father at Elgin in Leeds County, pointing out the death of Dr. Lynch.

Source: “Tales from the Doctors House” by John Dunn.
Built in 1868, John Dunn fondly remembers his time in the stone Doctor’s House in Almonte. As a child, it made him feel special. After all, all the important buildings in Almonte were made of stone: the railway station, the high school, the post office, and the churches. His father, Dr. John Dunn had inherited the house in 1910 from the previous doctor, Dennis Lynch, who had inherited it from the first doctor in Almonte, William Mostyn. The second owner, DrLynch, added an open verandah

A. Lynch

The Ottawa Journal
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
03 Nov 1899, Fri  •  Page 6 (first wife emily)

They lived on Bridge Street in Almonte

The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
12 Sep 1921, Mon  •  Page 6
From Sandra Houston’s Rosamond Cookbook 1911
NAME:Albert Enoch Lynch
BIRTH DATE:12 Sep 1865
BIRTH PLACE:Ramsay, Lanark County, Ontario, Canada
DEATH DATE:2 Feb 1925
DEATH PLACE:Almonte, Lanark County, Ontario, Canada
CEMETERY:Saint Pauls Anglican Church Cemetery
BURIAL OR CREMATION PLACE:Almonte, Lanark County, Ontario, Canada
FATHER:Daniel Lynch
MOTHER:Jane Lynch
SPOUSE:Emily Lynch (first wife)

3 Albert E. LYNCH b: 12 September 1865 in Ramsay Twp, Ont. d: 02 February 1925 in St. Paul’s Cemetery – Almonte, Ont.
+Sarah Ellen BOOTHROYD b: 06 August 1874 m: 07 October 1902 in St Andrew’s, Almonte
*2nd Wife of Albert E. Lynch:

(Sarah Ellens sister)

When Mary Boothroyd was born on 31 August 1878, in Almonte, Mississippi Mills, Lanark, Ontario, Canada, her father, Joseph Boothroyd, was 38 and her mother, Easter Stead, was 39. She married Henry August Wagner on 10 November 1919, in Almonte, Mississippi Mills, Lanark, Ontario, Canada. She lived in Ontario, Canada in 1878 and Lanark, Ontario, Canada for about 10 years. She died on 5 December 1944, in Almonte, Mississippi Mills, Lanark, Ontario, Canada, at the age of 66, and was buried in Almonte, Mississippi Mills, Lanark, Ontario, Canada.

Born in Almonte- Don Young

Born in Almonte- Don Young
The Ottawa Journal
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
17 May 1975, Sat  •  Page 32

  • Name: Dr. Don Young
  • Hall of Fame: 9/17/1998
  • Inducted as: ATHLETE
  • McGill Career: 1928-1935
  • Bio:Dr. Donald Alexander Young was born on Feb. 15, 1907 in Almonte, Ont., and attended Lisgar Collegiate.  At the age of 18, he won the first of two Grey Cups with the Ottawa Rough Riders in 1925 and 1926. He entered McGill in 1928 and over the next seven years, lettered 13 times out a possible 14 before graduating from the faculty of medicine in 1935.One of the greatest team players in McGill sports history, the 6-foot-2, 208-pounder was a seven-time all-star at flying wing and quarterback, including the 1932 season when he was the only collegiate player voted by reporters to The Canadian Press east all-star team.Young was the football team’s first three-time captain (1931-33) and led the Redmen to a Yates Cup championship in 1928.  In basketball, he was a star centre, captaining the team in 1930 and leading McGill to five Dodd’s Cup city championships and four intercollegiate titles between 1930 and 1935.A June 15, 1936 article in The Montreal Star stated that:”Montreal’s greatest post-war athletic figure leaves Montreal on July 1st after 8 remarkable years in this City… Donald A. Young leaves … to take up new duties at the Ottawa Civic Hospital.. Young became McGill’s most dominating athletic figure, a keen, hard playing sportsman admired by all.  Dr. Young will take with him to his new post the goodwill and best wishes of thousands of the McGill followers.  He won a little, lost a little, took his bumps and gave them.  His place in McGill’s athletic hall of fame is secure.  His progress in the bigger game that starts on July 1st will be watched with interest by all.”On the eve of his last football game at McGill, a Nov. 9, 1934 article in The McGill Daily stated:”… another factor which should make the game one not to be missed by any conscientious McGill fan is the fact that tomorrow, one of the greatest figures that Canadian intercollegiate football has ever known, bids farewell to the game whose finest principles he has so nobly upheld.  Don Young is the man.  He has played 7 years for the Martlet and no one can be said to have given his all more unselfishly and loyally than the lad who joined the Red ranks… and almost from his first appearance on the Molson Stadium gridiron, proved the same defensive bulwark and offensive gun which has been his water-mark through the years.”He was a member of McGill Athletics Board in 1931 and 1932, served as a major in World War II with Canadian Army Medical Corps and was awarded the Order of the British Empire. Young was inducted into the Ottawa Sports Hall of Fame in 1970.  He died in Ottawa on March 2, 1988.HonoursSigned by a pro team (1926 M.A.A.A (CRFU))-signed by Canada’s Rugby/Football Union’s Ottawa
The Ottawa Journal
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
17 May 1975, Sat  •  Page 32

Did you Know that this one of the Malta Flying Aces Was a Doctor in Lanark?

Did you Know that this one of the Malta Flying Aces Was a Doctor in Lanark?


Anyone know the name of the former Lanark Doctor this 1952 news article is referring too? The article mentions some of the things found in Lanark such at Glenayr Kitten sweaters.

Distinguished Flying Cross (DFC)

The Malta Aces

Squadron Leader Irving ‘Hap’ Kennedy was a Canadian fighter pilot. He flew Spitfires in Europe and Malta and Sicily and Whirlwinds and an American Kittyhawk in an amusing adventure in North Africa. He was shot down in France after the Normandy invasion and escaped.

One of the last of the future Canadian aces on Malta was a man with matinee idol good looks: Irving “Hap” Kennedy, who arrived in December 1942. His seven months of operations from Malta with 249 Squadron netted him five of his 12 victories. Like MacLennan, Hap wanted no more to do with war, and returned to the small town outside of Ottawa where he had grown up.

He became a much-loved country doctor first in Lanark Village and then back to Cumberland. “There was a need,” he says. “There were few doctors. I wanted to be a country doctor.”

His father had been Cumberland Township’s clerk treasurer. He was also a First World War veteran wounded at Vimy Ridge. For 37 years, Dr. Hap delivered babies at a rate that made him lose count He was the only doctor in the middle delivering hundreds of babies and making a powerful yet peaceful contribution to his hometown of Cumberland, Ontario, for decades.


They are out there. But soon they will all be gone. Perhaps you think of them as simply that older gentleman that walks his small dog down your street every day, the elderly fellow fumbling with his wallet ahead of you at the check out, that quiet guy who wears a badged blazer to church on Sundays, or that wonderfully kind, retired doctor who tends his garden. They live among us, blend in, live quietly and in the end they face the inevitable with dignity and quiet strength. To most neighbours and passersby, they are largely invisible, but once they were the boldest hearts, the fastest warriors, the most dashing and handsome of men, the most steadfast of comrades.

They are the fighter pilots of the Second World War. They are the ordinary men who stood up in the face of abject evil, prevailed and returned to live and love. They are the reason for our freedom. They are the lucky ones. Many did not return and those that did, lived their lives to the best of their abilities as tribute to their fallen brothers.

No one did more during their time in the RCAF, nor lived the remainder of their hard fought life with more dignity, contribution and gentleness than Cumberland, Ontario native Irving Farmer Kennedy. Known as “Hap” to his air force friends and “Bus” to his local community, Kennedy died on Thursday, January 6th, 2011 at the age of 91.

Mike Potter, Founder of Vintage Wings of Canada, had much the same thoughts when it came to describing the priviledge of his friendship with Kennedy:

“We are occasionally reminded that there are giants that walk among us, but sometimes they are heavily disguised. Hap Kennedy, as he was in his 80s when I had the privilege to meet him on several occasions, was a soft-spoken, friendly, modest and courteous gentleman, a father, grandfather, country doctor, and a strikingly handsome man in his old age. The few photos we have of him as a young man show him as the kind of clean-cut handsome young man you hope your daughter will bring home to introduce to the family, but they do not tell the whole story.

But here, behind the handsome face, is one of Canada’s magnificent warriors – a man who voluntarily entered some of the toughest and most dangerous fighting of recent times, where every engagement was the modern equivalent of hand-to-hand combat. Simply surviving Hap Kennedy’s war would have been an accomplishment, Malta in ’42, Sicily in ’43, D-Day in ’44.  But to chalk up victory after victory and become one of Canada’s most celebrated Aces of the war sets him apart. READ more here– CLICK



Irving Farmer “Hap” Kennedy


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The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
08 Jan 2011, Sat  •  Page


Black Crosses off my Wingtip– click here.. Burnstown Publishing

Jessie Leach Gemmill -The “Claire Fraser” of Lanark

Another Lanark Mystery– Paris Green

When I was 17- The Kitten- Glenayr Knitting Mills Reunion

How Much is that Kitten Sweater in the Window?

Stories from the Old Kitten Mill

Down by the Old Kitten Mill

Linda’s Mail Bag– Do You Have any Info on my Blanket?

You’re from the Village of Lanark You Say?

Dr. Metcalfe Guthrie Evoy

Dr. Metcalfe Guthrie Evoy







Dr. Metcalfe, who established his practice in Almonte years ago broke into the political forum in 1901.  It had been his four-year battle feud subsequent victory at the polls to achieve public ownership of hydro electric power that had turned Dr. Metcalfe’s thoughts to running for public office. He believed that his idea to consolidate all powers in Almonte on a plan where the Mississippi River’s total supply could be regulated for 24 hours per day would one day become a reality. This plan would be beneficial to Carleton Place, Appleton, Rosebank, Pakenham, Galetta. and all the falls on the Mississippi and increase the efficiency of the stored lakes

Dr. Metcalfe was mayor of Almonte from 1917 to 1919 and in 1924 and in 1929. During his terms as mayor, the streets of Almonte were paved. It took a fight in the courts before the doctor got action on adequate accommodation for high school pupils. The high school had been a building rented from the Almonte Public School Board. Through Dr. Metcalfe’s efforts the building was renovated and a gymnasium erected. The gym, he admits was his pet project, since he had always been keenly interested in  sports.

Also a great horse lover, the doctor was active in sulky racing. Dr. Metcalfe’s entries won many red ribbons at Ottawa and Toronto exhibitions as well as at local and district Fall fairs. Through the years, medicine and politics with Dr. Metcalfe walked hand in hand. He used to travel to outlying rural farmhouses on sick calls by horse. With the aid of two nurses and a flashlight he performed appendix operations on kitchen tables. The doctor helped bring more than 5,000 babies into the world. His assistant was Miss Isabel Guthrie, a niece, who was a registered nurse in Scotland and Canada.



The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
22 Jul 1978, Sat  •  Page 62


The last of a family of 12, Dr. Metcalfe was born November, 1869, on the homestead on the 8th Line of Ramsay. His parents, the late Hugh Metcalfe and Jean McLean named him Albert after Prince Albert who had stopped at their home for a drink of water shortly before the baby was born. (1860–Albert Edward, Prince of Wales, undertook a two-month tour of Upper and Lower Canada).For two years after he left high school, he taught at McDonald’s Comers, then, went to Queen’s, where he graduated with honours. He took post graduate work at the Mayo Clinic, Rochester, Minn., and then came to Almonte to set up his practice. He married the former Isabel Mitchell McCallum of St. Andrew’s, Scotland and she died in 1937.




The Ottawa Journal
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
16 Feb 1957, Sat  •  Page 49





The Ottawa Journal
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
16 Feb 1957, Sat  •  Page 49







Feb 1 1962



The Doctors of Almonte … In the First Half of the Century – Archibald Albert Metcalfe

Outstanding Men — Dr. Metcalfe of Almonte

Dr. Archibald Albert “Archie” Metcalfe — The Man with the Red Toupee – John Morrow

  1. Memories of Dr. A. A. Metcalfe of Almonte– Florence Watt

  2. Will the Real Dr. Metcalfe Please Stand Up? Rare Photo Found!!

Calling Dr. Holmes

Calling Dr. Holmes


Photo- Lanark & District Museum



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The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
21 Aug 1954, Sat  •  Page 20



The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
06 Aug 1960, Sat  •  Page 34



The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
02 May 1957, Thu  •  Page 7

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Dr. Hanly I Presume -“Since I have been in Almonte I have not averaged $1500.00 a year”

Dr. Hanly I Presume -“Since I have been in Almonte I have not averaged $1500.00 a year”

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The other original Almonte Doctor: John Frederick Hanly
by Linda Hanly Reid, May, 2009

The February 1927 Almonte Gazette article reads, “SUDDEN DEATH OF DR. HANLY LAST MONDAY –
Widely Known Medical Practitioner Passes As He Reaches His Home –
WAS VISITING PATIENTS – For Thirty-four Years He Was Prominent Citizen of Almonte.

Dr. JFH, widely known medical practitioner, died very suddenly on Monday afternoon as he stepped from  his cutter after returning home from visiting his patients. He was 58 years of age. His sudden passing stirred the community deeply.  For about a year he had not been in the best of health. Heart trouble was the cause. Early last summer he went to Toronto to seek the advice of specialists, and was warned that he would require to take the greatest care. For a little time he did very little work, but he soon abandoned the life of ease suggested to him and plunged again into the hard work in which he rejoiced.  

Graduate of Toronto – Dr. Hanly was a son of the late Dr. John Hanly, of Waubaushene on the Georgian Bay. He was a graduate of Toronto University, and for a time assisted his father in his extensive medical practice. It was a practice which involved arduous travel by land and water and often on snowshoes in winter. From boyhood up he was trained to feats of physical endurance. He became a skilful sailor, and preserved to the end a great love for the water.

December 1912

Last summer he spent a short time among the scenes of his boyhood and visited Midland, his aged mother and his brothers.  Came to Almonte – Thirty four years ago (1893) Dr. Hanly came to Almonte, (in 1893 Dr. John F. Hanly succeeded Dr. Johnston.  The first hospital in Almonte was instituted in the dwelling occupied by Dr. William Lockhart, of Ottawa Street, under the care of and through the cooperation of the late Dr. Lynch and Drs. Hanly, Metcalfe and Kelly), and throughout that long period he occupied a prominent position in the community. Despite the exacting nature of a large practice he devoted a large amount of his time to educational matters. For many years he was a member of the Almonte Board of Education, of which he had been chairman, and he was a prominent member of the Lanark County Educational Association.  


Clipped from

  1. The Ottawa Citizen,
  2. 07 Mar 1927, Mon,
  3. Page 5

He was a scholarly man, and he loved good books. He took a deep interest in the Public Library and was associated with it for a long time as a member of the board. He was himself possessed of a carefully selected library.  

Medical Health Officer – Dr. Hanly was medical health officer for Almonte. There is no doubt that the strain and anxiety caused by the recent epidemics took a large toll of his strength. He was the local physician for the C.P.R.  He took an active interest in the affairs of his church and for many years was secretary of Bethany United congregation. He was frequently urged to allow himself to be appointed an elder of the church, but always refused.  In politicshe was a strong Liberal. He attended the last Liberal convention at Lanark Village to nominate a federal candidate, but he was unable to be present at the convention to nominate a provincial candidate. This was the first convention he missed in 26 years.

 Besides his wife and his widowed mother, he leaves two sons and a daughter to mourn his loss: Arthur, of New York, USA ;Lois, of Toronto; and Bruce at home. Two brothers, who reside at Midland, also survive him.  

Met With Accident – Seven or eight years ago Dr. Hanly met with a nasty accident. He was coming down the steps of the R. M. Hospital in winter after visiting his patients, when he slipped on the ice, and fell heavily. His head was badly cut.  

A Good Athlete – Dr. Hanly in his younger days was a good athlete, and was prominent in sport while a student at Toronto University. He was particularly fond of cricket, and played for many years with the Almonte Club. He was a good skater and a good oarsman. He took a deep interest in the local hockey team, and this was the first winter that he was unable to go to the rink to see a game.  

The Funeral – The funeral took place this Thursday afternoon from the family Residence on Country Street to the Auld Kirk Cemetery. There was a very large gathering of mourners, one of the largest seen here in recent years.  Rev. J. R. MacCrimmon, of Bethany United Church, conducted the service and the pallbearers were Messrs. T. J. Reid, Henry Brown, D. J. Dick, M. R. MacFarlane, W. West, and Adam Craig.  Relatives present included Dr. Hanly’s two sons, Arthur and Bruce, his daughter, Miss Lois Hanly; and his two brothers from Midland.  Among those from out of town were Mr. Robert Young, and Mrs. George Bennett, of Ottawa; Messrs. Robert Paterson, David Findlay, W. R. Caldwell, Dr. Downing and Dr. Johnston, of Carleton Place. There were many from the country round about. The members of the Board of Education and the town council were present in a body. The schools were closed in the afternoon and all the members of the teaching staff attended. The blinds of most of the places of business were drawn as the long funeral procession wended its way through town to the last resting place of the deceased physician.”

His Professional card read: “Dr. Hanly, Graduate of Toronto University Medical College.
Physician, Surgeon and Accoucheur.  Office corner of Richey and Bridge Streets, nearly
opposite Bank of Montreal. Telephone No. 80″ He had been home schooled by his father, Dr. John Hanly, and he wrote his college entrance exams in Orillia. His father had been a
teacher before becoming a medical doctor. His daughter, Lois would become a nurse, and sons Arthur (my grandfather) an electrical engineer and Bruce a civil engineer.

Here is a portion of a letter to his brother in Midland concerning family money matters:
“Almonte, Dec. 18th, 1920.

Dear Bruce,

Your letter to hand today and although it was welcome I can scarcely say that I was particularly glad to get this one. For one thing I am very hard up and in pain always. I have nearly sweated blood to save a dollar. My means along side of  yours and SC’s (his other brother) is almost pitiful. My personal clothing is almost a disgrace to me. Jennie is not much better. Bruce has not yet had a single dud of new goods on his back. My fur coat, an absolute necessity here, in winter for driving, is so shabby I only wear it at
night. My insurance is less than $4,000.00 today and I have to pay more than twice what I did at first.

I have never joined a curling club or a golf club since I came to Almonte. I was
not able to afford it. Jennie’s mother has stayed many years with us. The rest I earned at
hard laboring work. I would gladly have earned it all but father wished to take some trips and begged me to get through as soon as I could. Not many in Midland get through college before they are 22 years old but I did and from that day to now I have been at work and up till now. My holidays in the past 30 years have in all amounted to 6 weeks. Since I have been in Almonte I have not averaged $1500.00 a year. This is the Christmas season but Xmas gifts & I will be very much missing here this year. But I hope you will all have a happy Christmas and a prosperous & happy new year.

“Your loving brother, Jno. F. Hanly”  

He would die 7 years later, a year prior to his mothers death.

In 1891 he married Jane Elizabeth Kean (Jennie).  Following her husband’s death she wrote this letter to her mother-in-law:

“Almonte, Mar. 17/27.  

Dear Grandmother:-

I think I have put off writing to you for it does seem harder to do than any one else. I have just written Maggie. I know what you must be going through thinking of your dear boy gone. This is certainly a terrible terrible lonely home. It does not seem like home anymore without John. For as you know he has been around the house so much the last year and always so cheerful about his trouble. He certainly gave his life for others which is the greatest of all sacrifices.

He certainly left a lot of friends in this part. One lady that used to be a patient of his here wrote me from Paterson, New Jersey, USA ,and said the Editorial in the Gazette certainly described the Dr. It was on the inside of the front-page. We were so glad to see Bruce and Bird (his brothers). I only wish John could know they were here. Artie is back to work again, Lois is with me, Bruce is at school. He has his exams to get in June. I am able to sit down stairs and attend to people coming in. One leg and my heart is giving me considerable trouble so they will not let me go about. We have had some correspondence with a couple of Drs. but not much yet.

The ad will be in ‘The Globe for the next three Saturdays. If we do not manage to sell to a Doctor we will not get very much for the place … not very much anyway but a little more. Almonte has gone back so much. I had a letter from Lizzie (Riddel) Stevenson Yorkton, Saskatchewan I have had over 90 from all over. I just had to get small cards to answer them. I could not write notes to all. I do hope you will keep well. It is so much easier to get down than up. With love from all.

Jennie E. Hanly”

The June 28, 1951 Almonte Gazette stated, “Mrs. Hanly passed away at Port Colborne on Sunday, June 24, 1951 in her 83rd year. Among those from Almonte who were present at the Auld Kirk Cemetery were Dr. J. K. Kelly, Dr. J. F. Dunn and Mrs. Dunn, Miss Ishbel Guthrie and Dr. A. A. Metcalfe. Drs. Kelly, Dunn and Metcalfe were contemporaries of Mrs. Hanly’s husband, the late Dr. J. F. Hanly. Dr. Hanly’s office and residence was on Bridge Street where Mr. and Mrs. N. S. Lett now live.” Today that is 119 Bridge Street.  One of the large maple trees the Dr. planted at the front corner of the house recently came down.

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Article from the Almonte Gazette, Thursday, November 18, 1971

The Doctors of Almonte … In the First Half of the Century – John F. Hanly, M. D. 1868-1927 from John Dunn.

Although I arrived in Almonte only near the end of Doctor Hanly’s career, we had a very close association nonetheless. My memory of it is but the clouded vision, but I have no doubt of the truth of it, for I have on the very best authority – the word of my mother.

There were three of us present – my mother, Doctor Hanly and myself, the last to arrive.
The doctor’s smart slap on my upturned posterior brought forth the response magnificent, the first human cry.

With that he ushered me on the stage in the theatre of life, and kindled for me a small new flame from the embers of  humanity. It was a familiar role for Jno. F. Hanly, M. D., in Almonte and district.

He was born in 1868 at Waubaushene, Ontario, where his father, also Dr. John Hanly, was the community doctor. Waubaushene, of course, is an Ojibway Indian name for the town in a jewel-like setting on the lower end of Georgian Bay. It looks out to the 30,000 islands which form the domain of Manitou, the Indian’s paradise, and to Manitoulin Island, the largest gem in this sea of islands. It is the land of a thousand delights, the last camping ground in a place where summer never ends.

Georgian Bay at this place is highly indented, with innumerable outcrop pings of rock, deep harbours, and sandy foreshore. Pine and spruce girdle the forested islands and outline the mainland. Lumbering was the principal occupation in the last decades
of the nineteenth century, and Doctor Hanly had a small wood-burning steam launch for travel to the remote camp sites.

Winter travel, of course, was much more arduous, frequently requiring long hours on snowshoes through the forest and along the shoreline. The younger John would accompany his father on these trips, and it was undoubtedly due to this
experience that, with an average stature, he developed a very powerful physique with thick torso and upper limbs. Undoubtedly it was there also that he developed a deep love of nature which remained a characteristic of him throughout his life. For in the
country of Manitou a man is neither landsman nor sea man exclusively: he must be at home on either rock or wave, where he can tune in to nature’s rhythms and feel its pulse in the slap-slap of water on keelson and fairing, the rising of the sun, and the slanting moonlight seeping through the snow-burdened spruce.

Doctor Hanly’s father was of Irish descent , but his mother was Pennsylvania Dutch. One wonders. Was this alliance of races a presage of the future direction and growth of the new Canadian nation? Did it suggest the Canadians would not build on the single basis of race common to many nations of the Old World, but that we would become a blend of many racial characteristics? One wonders.

With his father, travelling to the remote settlements around Georgian Bay, the future doctor learned a love of medicine, too. It was only natural, therefore, that he should be inclined to follow in his father’s footsteps after completing high school training at Orillia. He enrolled in the Faculty of Medicine at the University of Toronto, and graduated at the age of 23. He returned to work with his father for a short time in that strenuous practice among the islands before moving to Almonte in 1893.

J. R. Booth, the great lumber baron, had just completed his railway from Ottawa to Parry Sound ( the line through Carp) to gain access to the remote white pine country, so that he could ship out the timber to Ottawa where it could be rafted and then floated down river to Montreal and to Wolfe’s Cove at Quebec. Dr. Hanly decided to ship out for the Ottawa Valley, too, and to settle in Almonte, or “Little Manchester” as it was called, because the names Rosamond, Thoburn , Penman, Caldwell, and Campbell made its fame worldwide in the textile trade, and its population of mill operatives, weavers, spinners, millwrights,
labourers, moulders, dyers, carters, teamsters, watchmen, stone cutters, blacksmiths, painters, fullers, carders, spinsters and widows made a population where a doctor’s knowledge, skills, and energies could be spent in rewarding service to all the
members of such an interesting community.

But, before he left, the doctor found even a third love, his greatest. Almost immediately after graduation he enlisted for life-time service in matrimony in the company of Jean Elizabeth Kean, who attended high school at Orillia at the same time as he did. They moved into residence in Almonte in the house on Bridge Street now occupied by
Mr. and Mrs. Winston MacIntosh and family. Three children were born to their family; Arthur, Bruce and Lois. Bruce, the only surviving member of the family, now resides in Montreal.

An age passes almost imperceptibly, its passing only noticed some time later by the absence of some familiar thing, or a change in some mark or symbol of the age. Three small things distinguished the age of Doctor Hanly’s 35 years of medical service to the people of Almonte and district. First, there was the matter of signature, and then
the matter of the cane, and finally, the matter of animals in town.

“Jno. F. Hanly”. That’s the way he signed his name. It was typical of the age, this fore shortening of the Christian name. Business and professional men in Almonte and elsewhere used the apostolic abbreviations, Jas., Jno., Matt., Bart., Chris., and their Prophetic counterparts, Sam., Lem., Dan., and even those of saintly kings, Geo., Chas., and Wm. Most of these abbreviations have some element of logic in their use. Except Jno.
Why John should be reduced to Jno. has always been a mystery to me. But there it was, a mark of the time.

Another mark of the age was the cane, the gentleman’s walking stick. Doctor Hanly liked to carry a cane when walking and he had quite a collection. He used a gold-headed cane for Sundays, but his favourite was an Irish blackthorn which his great friend and neighbour, Father W. E. Cavanagh of St. Mary’s brought to him following a trip the priest had made to the Holy Land of Ireland.

Howard Sadler vividly recalls another mark of the times: the numbers and locations of horses and cows in Almonte. He and his father were fortunate to be able to gather the manure for their market gardening operations. Doctor Hanly always drove a big horse, for the doctor weighted more than 225 pounds, and only a high, strong, rangy horse could handle the job of pulling cutter and driver of that weight through the heavy snows. But the doctor had a manure box which was higher than the usual also, for it had a close-fitting glass top, and the strength of its contents on a warm day sometimes upset the sparrows in the street.

Externally, the age was many other things than those small familiar items in the woollen town on the Mississippi: – it was the first C.P.R. transcontinental train leaving Place Viger station in Montreal at 8:00 p.m., passing through Almonte at midnight, and arriving splendidly in Winnipeg for the Dominion Day celebration on July 1st; – it was
Laurier’s defeat on the reciprocity issue in 1911; – it was the discovery of radium and X-rays by Madame Curie and Professor Roentgen; – it was the shock wave of telegrams in 1914-1918: “It is with deep, regret that we must inform you that your son, Private …. has been killed in action on the western Front”; – it was the discovery of insulin by Toronto doctors Best and Banting; – it was, in the words of Professor A. R. M. Lower of Queen’s
University. “that delicious hesitation between the ox-cart and the automobile.”

But, regardless of advances in medical science and technology, to the doctors in the community of Almonte and its surrounding district, the person was the most important thong alive. Shortly, after his arrival, Dr. Hanly was working with Dr. Lynch, Dr. Kelly and Dr. Metcalfe to establish a hospital where they could provide the best of
what nursing science and medical skill could bring to their people in need. Their efforts culminated in the founding of the Cottage Hospital in 1903, and the Rosamond Memorial Hospital, which was officially opened by the Governor-General, Earl Grey, on New Year’s Day, 1908.

The doctor’s day was predictable only in the announced hours for office calls. I have one of Dr. Hanly’s notes on his letterhead which gives the office hours as 8-10 a.m., 1-3 p.m., and 7-9 p.m. In between, of course, were house calls, hospital rounds, study and travel time. It made for a fulsome day.

After his death many of Doctor Hanly’s medical books came into my father’s medical library. In one of these Doctor Hanly had made a set of notes under the heading “Hygiene of pregnancy”. He listed a number of items from (a) to (j) , including Diet, Exercise, Rest, and Clothing, etc. One item, however, is listed with unusual emphasis: it’s (f) “Mental Condition”.

In return for his concern, the community rewarded the doctor with its co-operation, both for his own needs and for those of his patients. Dr. Hanly would never hesitate to phone a druggist at any hour of the night if a prescription had to be made up in a hurry. And in the case of calls to the country in bad winter weather (which usually meant
at night), he would simply tell the telephone operator where he had to go. She would then wake up all the farmers along the route, and they would get out with heavy teams and sleighs to break a trail on the unplowed roads so that the doctor’s horse and cutter could get through.

When we think of representative Canadian sights and sounds, we often think of the long, lonesome note of the C.P.R. train whistle piercing the frost-filled prairie night, and the clouds of steam coughed out on the night air from the bowels of the locomotive. But equally Canadian was the sight of the doctor in his cutter, with snorts of breath from
his horse’s nostrils polishing the frost-etched moonbeams, and the cutter bells jingling to the rhythmic clop-clop of the horse’s hooves.

Doctor Hanly had a deep well of learning which he kept constantly primed with an insatiable curiosity. His office held an unusual glass case filled with many of his father’s medical instruments, which were somewhat crude even for the sophisticated 1920’s. But it also had a microscope, various reagents, alcohol burners, in fact, much the appearance
of a small pathological laboratory.

It was quite natural than that he should be asked to provide some direction to the community’s cultural endeavours also. It fitted his temperament admirably, and he devoted many years to the Library Board, the Board of Education, and the
Lanark County Educational Association. I have a penny post card dated Dec. 5, 1910 addressed to “Dr. Hanly, Town” which announced a meeting of the Board of Education to be held in the Council Chambers on Tuesday evening, Dec. 6 at 8:00 p.m.
“for the transaction of general business.” The notice concludes with a cautionary injunction: “Any trustee who absents himself from the meetings of the Board for three consecutive months, without being authorized by resolution entered upon its minutes, shall, ipso facto, vacate his seat and the remaining trustees shall declare his seat vacant and forthwith order a new election.”
James McLeod, Secretary.

All the civic virtues, and the pride and honour which attend them, are summed up in that injunction.

It’s the small things, and in the simple ways that a community finds its own heroes and awards them its own marks of excellence. The ancient Greeks gave hero-status to those who showed exceptional bravery in protecting the city. But, in the development days of our Ontario communities, the protection of the physical health and well-being of
the citizens was a matter of heroic proportions. One of the ways the community recognizes this importance is in the naming of children after its heroes. Howard Sadler’s eldest son was such a one – well, almost.

Two days after he was born, Doctor Hanly, making his rounds, inquired if a name had been chosen for the record of birth.

“Yes, Bruce”, was the answer.

“Well, I am pleased” said the doctor, thinking the baby was to be named after his own son, Bruce Hanly. Howard and Mrs. Sadler didn’t have the nerve to explain that the night before the baby’s arrival, Mrs. Sadler had been reading a story in a penny dreadful in which the major character was a full-blown top-gallant knave named Bruce, and that that was the source of the chosen name.

After the “flu epidemic of 1919”, Dr. Hanly’s health began to suffer. It was simply overwork, and the heart muscles could no longer stand the strain. He went, in due course, to consult the heart specialists in Toronto who advised him that total rest for six months was the only therapy.

It was during this time of anxiety that he used to walk down to the end of Colborne Street in the summer evenings, taking all the children of the neighbourhood as escorts, and they would sit on the stone wall there, looking out on Spring Bush, and the sunset over Gemmill’s Bay. It was a place where the ancient Greek philosopher’s elements, fire, air, earth and water, seemed to fuse together. One simple rule prevailed: absolute silence for fifteen or twenty minutes, for it was that solemn time of day which in English is called “the gloaming”, and in French, “le crepuscule”. It was the moment of juncture between earth, sun and sky, when the softness of the air disturbed only by the silent swish of
crows making wing to the distant wood, the swollen fruited hour when the swarming sun homes in to its hive in the horizon, and the very trees moan in the stillness.

It was the time of the afterglow when the sun stops momentarily in its headlong rush, turns back before crossing the threshold into night, and, smiling, flings its colours out on the summer sky, sending out golden tendrils to tie up some herring-bone
scarps of summer cloud. It was September’s crepuscular madness, and the doctor and the children would sit on the wall, drinking it in, soaking in the splendid silence.

Torn between concern for himself and concern for others, the doctor’s dilemma, Jno. F. Hanly’s answer came easily to him. Others came first.

Then it happened, even as he knew it would. It was Monday the last day in February, 1927. He had stopped at M. R. MacFarlane’s drug store (now Wilf Snedden’s) about 11:00 a.m. He spoke to a number of people between there and the Post Office (Don Campbell
was one of them), and then he drove home with the horse and cutter. He stepped out of the cutter at the door, collapsed and died on the spot.

The word ran like grassfire along the pathways of Almonte.
“Doctor Hanly’s dead.”
“What’s that?”
“Doctor Hanly’s dead.”
“Oh no, I was talking to him only an hour ago.”
When a general dies, an army mourns. The regimental band, dressed in black, with muffled drums and muted clarinets, plays the Dead march from Saul, while comrades in slow march, with arms reversed, accompany the flag-draped coffin of their hero
strapped to an artillery caisson. The general’s horse, rider less, fully caparisoned, follows. At the sombre tomb, the firing party’s rifle volley barks out a clamour to admit the soldier-hero.

Almonte too mourned its loss. Its grief was open and deep. The funeral was held on Wednesday of that week. Schools were closed. The Mayor and Council, members of the Board of education, the Library Board, the Lanark County Educational Association, the
medical fraternity of Almonte and Carleton Place, the teaching staffs of the schools, all joined as the cortege wound its way from the house on Bridge Street to Bethany United Church for the service conducted by Rev. J. R. MacCrimmon. Pallbearers were
T. J. Reid, Henry Brown, D. J. Dick, M. R. McFarlane, W. West and Adam Craig.

Through the town the solemn procession went, down Mill Street, past Gemmill’s Bay Hill, and on to the pine-shrouded resting place in the Auld Kirk Cemetery. As the cortege passed all the blinds on places of business were drawn as a mark of respect. Men stood mute in their grief, silent as statues. Women wept openly. Thirty-five years he had spent among them, a comfort to the afflicted, a restorer of injured health to many, and to all a physician, friend and counsellor.

And so Jno. F. Hanly, M. D. passed over also, and came to the other side, where he found himself in the Enchanted Isles of the Blest, and where he found many old friends dwelling. And they greeted him warmly, welcoming him to their company,
because they said, his arrival had been so unexpected.

John Dunn – November, 1971- Almonte Gazette


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The Short but Illustrious Life of Dr. Daniel Muirhead




McGill Montreal 1890


Daniel Muirhead entered McGill University in Montreal in 1885. In 1899 he graduated with an M.D. in medicine and became house surgeon at the Montreal General and Maternity Hospital 1889-1890. He served for sometime as a ship’s doctor and finally settled into private practice in Carleton Place.

On July 19, 1912 he journeyed with Norman Cram in his new top heavy Ford Runabout to visit with one of his regular patients. While attempting to pass a farmer hauling a load of hay on a small hill Dr. Dan’s front wheels caught in a rut on the rough North Gower road. His car toppled over and he was instantly killed at 46 years of age. (newspaper article says age 50)

To quote the Carleton Place Canadian from July 25, 1912:

“Quiet,skilled to an unusual degree, beloved by every person who ever met him, a valiant conqueror in a sick room–his loss is personal to all and a disaster to his profession, his town, and his country. His mother, sister and brother  W.J. survive him.”





Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  24 Jul 1912, Wed,  Page 3









Brother William married Mary Gillies and took over the family home from his mother who had moved to another house she owned close by. Later on she went to live with her daughter Mrs. R.E. Box. Bill, as he was known as owned and operated a hardware store on Bridge Street in Carleton Place. He was a gentlemen, a school trustee and a leading citizen of Carleton Place, and at age 19 he became checker champion of Manitoba in an open competition.



Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  03 Jan 1940, Wed,  Page 2


Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  18 May 1901, Sat,  Page 7

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