Thought you’d be interested in these French screen doors that we found up in our barn.
This shows the before and after – I single handedly stripped them with a heat gun, and then repainted them.
They still needing screen and molding…and will go on our new sunporch.
(We have the original hinges, cleaned and ready to go as well. They are powerful and swing both ways, and we have 2 old enamel push bars advertising Five Roses Flour and Robin Hood Flour that we found up there as well, which we’ll add. )
Marcia McKayLet’s see….We lived on Mary Street and then would have moved to Prince Street in the late ’50s, and my brother was born in ’63, so it was the mid ’60s when we moved back to Ottawa. There are some large trees missing, and there was a storage/play area under the whole porch – a nail sticking out of the door nearly cost me an eye. McIsaacs lived across the street, and George McDonald and family were next door, so it was a safe neighbourhood!!
Diane JohnsonMarcia McKay We must have been right after you. The McIsaacs lived across the street and the Purdys lived next door.
Yesterday at 9:55 AM · Oh the nostalgia. I sometimes shed a tear driving by. My childhood home, now sitting empty and without a doubt falling apart on the inside.
It’s not technically “abandoned” I guess. Its vacant and I don’t think the inside has been maintained since 2013.
They cut the grass in the summer and if I’m not mistaken they use the barns for storage, but the home has not seen a family since June 2013 when we moved out. In the winter nobody plows the driveway, so it really looks lonely that 6 months of the year.
The farmhouse is located outside of Carleton Place, right before scotch corners road and tatlock road when you’re going westbound on highway 7.
Part of me wonders if they’re sitting on it to eventually sell to a developer, but that’s nothing more than speculation.
It’s been sad slowly watching things fall apart throughout the years. I wish they’d do something with it.
Clara AshtonTom Montreuil my mom and dad bought it in the late 90s. My mom ran her equine boarding and tack store out of it from 2001-2010ish
*I’m not recommending that anyone trespasses, it’s very much owned by someone*
Victoria WilliamsonThe golf course owns it! I’m sure some day they will add more holes for the course maybe make it into a club house.
Dawna HurdisUsed to be a beautiful home when my Grandpa owned it. So much character on the inside! Saddens me as well each time I drive by and see it deteriorating. Lots of child hood memories on that property!
helma DowdallWhen I was a child this house belonged to a Mr. and Mrs Boland. They had no family. I always thought that they had the house built but I could be wrong.
Jessica RaceyI’ve always loved this home!! I can never understand why people just leave homes to slowly deteriorate. Why not rent it out, if it’s just sitting there and someone still owns it?
Dave HickThe attic is full of guano and the house has virtually no insulation knob and tube wiring an outdated oil furnace single pane windowsHowever it would be a great candidate for a complete overhaul
Tanis CordickDave Hick we were u set the assumption the owner of the golf course had bought it and was going to use the house as a clubhouse, I’m guessing that’s not the case
Dave HickTanis Cordick i did an inspection on it before the golf course bought itBarn is in good shapeGood deal on the land because house needed lots of work
This place is now for sale so I put put a 411 on information so we can document it. Thanks john Morrow
John Morrow— I lived next door to this house with my grandparents, Frank and Agnes (Napier) Morrow, on Marshall Street before I started school. My cousin Maureen (Morrow) Dugdale and her husband Jim bought that house from our grandmother shortly after they were married.
When I was living there the house was owned and occupied by Morley and Louise Parsons and their family of 5 Morley had a huge garden in the open space between the two houses. Their son, Morley Jr.(surprisingly nicknamed “Dick” or Dickie” despite their full names being Harold Morley Parsons in both cases) died in a freak shooting accident trying to unload a gun at a police checkpoint on Wolf Grove Road in September 1968. When my Dad, who was born on Marshall Street, was growing up the owners were Amos and Rose Robinson, parents of Jenny Munro of Clayton.