Remember this story about the doors? Read– What Happened to the Riddell/ Montgomery Doors? Three years later… Sherri Iona (Lashley) My cousin Sonya’s daughter, Shaylan, bought the doors from the dealer and gave them to her mom, Sonya, as a gift. Sonya has had glass pieces of the doors from the doors made into suncatchers for her family and ours. Here is a picture of mine with another catcher in my kitchen window.
And so the history of these doors go on as suncatchers.. The pieces are/will be hung in Perth, Smiths Falls, the Sault Ste Marie area, Toronto and even Portsmouth, Rhode Island!
This is me and Sonya, March 20th, in Sudbury when she gave it to me.
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. )
Another mystery solved about Springside Hall, Lake Ave East in Carleton Place
Hi Linda, I just found out from my dad this weekend that the door in this pic is from the Raeburn carriage house. He used to store his Jaguar there and ended up getting the door with the original hardware. It’s now (since the early 80’s) the main entrance to our cottage. — Donovan Hastie
Photos of the Carriage House
Son of Albert Cram in front of carriage house 1920s- Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museumcarriage house 1920s on side- Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum
Cecil on the Campbell Side of the house. My house in the background.–Photo-Susan McCann ( Carriage House is white building in back)
Susan McCann’s Father burning leaves. Remember those days? You can see Springside Hall with the original fence. When we bought it- it had a white picket fence. Originally, there was concrete pillars with pipes as a fence. The carriage house is in the back and we tore it down in 1988 as it was falling down. You can see the white summer kitchen on the back of the house. That was not there in 1981 when we bought the home. There was just a hole in the ground where it had been, and we built the stone addition and garage where it was. Photo-Susan McCann –( Carriage House is white building in back)
Everyone will be happy to know the doors are sold, and although I can’t tell you who bought them until after Christmas, as they are a gift, you will be pleased to know they went to the perfect home and family. I could not have picked better folks and they will be loved.–Riddell— H B Montgomery House History For Sale
Join us and learn about the history under your feet! This year’s St. James Cemetery Walk will take place Thursday October 19th and october 21– Museum Curator Jennfer Irwin will lead you through the gravestones and introduce you to some of our most memorable lost souls!
Be ready for a few surprises along the way….
This walk takes place in the dark on uneven ground. Please wear proper footwear and bring a small flashlight if you like.
Tickets available at the Museum, 267 Edmund Street. Two dates!!! https://www.facebook.com/events/1211329495678960/
October 28th The Occomores Valley Grante and Tile Event–730pm-1am Carleton Place arena-Stop by and pick up your tickets for our fundraiser dance for LAWS. They also have tickets for Hometown Hearts event at the Grand Hotel fundraiser
If you could live your life all over again would you change anything? What would you say to the people you loved and lost?
Last night in what seemed an endless dream; I spent time with an older couple who I just could not seem to place. I remembered the scent of my surroundings and the older couple and I talked about life, families, and how they missed everyone. They knew everything about me, yet I was frustrated that I could not remember who they were. Were they people I had met at a garage sale and snapped pictures of? I could not remember, yet everything facing me at that point and time should have been clear as day.
Photo of the F. J. Knight Co on South Street- Cowansville Quebec
The couple sat on a blue couch covered with a a thin plastic cover and the Life magazines on the coffee table stared back at me. They asked me how I was feeling, and I told them that I was fine. Both of them told me that they had shed many tears watching me go through life and felt helpless. I looked into the woman’s eyes and suddenly I remembered. I was talking to my grandmother – but how could that be? She had died almost forty years ago, and how was she able to speak to me now?
My grandparents told me that I had made many wrong turns in life but I was now on the right road. Grammy beckoned me to approach the couch where she hugged me and we broke into tears. She told me to dry my eyes, go upstairs, and rest before supper.
This is the same door that was on the F. J. Knight building in Cowansville that is now in my home.
I climbed up the familiar orange painted wooden stairs and opened the upper floor door. Cold air slapped me in the face like it used to when I was a child. They never turned the heat on the second floor and only used small space heaters at night. I went into my grandparent’s rooms and sat on one of the twin beds. I could smell her Evening in Paris perfume in the air and the sun shone through the closed pink curtains. Sitting on the worn yellow chenille bedspread, I looked at the ceiling and remembered the day my grandfather died just outside this room.
My grandmother had helped him from the very bed I was laying on to the bathroom one September day and he lost his footing. I heard her scream and I tried to drag one of the oxygen tanks up the stairs, but it was way too heavy. Grammy frantically hovered over his now lifeless body and begged him not to die.
As the antique travel clock clicked loudly on the sideboard I attempted to give my grandfather mouth to mouth resuscitation. After a few minutes I felt his last gasp on my face and knew he was gone. Mental doors shut for me that day he died and it took years for me to understand that once a door closes, another one opens. But, as in my case, I was so stubborn looking what seemed forever at that closed door that I just didn’t see the one that opened for years.
The mail slot and door bell ringer
There didn’t seem to be any closure to the dream after I awoke, and many hours later I looked at the calendar on the fridge. It was September the 27th, which was thirty five years ago to the day they had torn my grandparents home down to replace it with a more modern building. My father had salvaged the front green door that day that was to become a family reminder of what once was, and years later I brought the door back to my home where it still stands guarding the basement.
Last night in a dream my grandparents shared their love with me once again. Mistakes are meant to be made so you can learn from them, and I would not change a thing about how I handled my life. Love is to be spread far and wide, not contained, and their memories will live through me for the remaining days I have left, along with what went on daily behind closed doors. So each day always remember to always open a door, as it may lead you to somewhere unexpected, and every single day is the perfect day to open a new door.
My Grandmother Mary Louise Deller Knight- Cowansville, Quebec who raised me. I only had one picture of her and thanks goes out to Denis Ducharme for the pictures.
Last thing I ever want to do is glorify my family, but I am putting this here so my Grandchildren will see their ancestry down the line.
Former alderman and deputy mayor of Cowansville and campaign committee member for former Quebec Member of the Legislative Assembly Jean Jacques Bertrand for the District of Missisquoi from 1948 until his death in 1973 who was also the 21st Quebec Premier.-Ville de Cowansville
The Streets of COWANSVILLE Quebec
KNIGHT Street : Arthur Knight fut échevin de 1958 à 1967. La famille avait un commerce d’électricien.–Ville de Cowansville
Grandfather Frederick J. Knight (centre)- President of the Cowansville Branch of the Canadian Legion (Branch No. 99)
1945–Organized only last March 14 (1944), the Cowansville Branch of the Canadian Legion (Branch No. 99) has become one of the most active of the Province’s Legion branches. Originally formed with 20 veterans, the organization has grown to 65 in a short period of less than a year, and is now engaged in mapping plans for the re-establishment of veterans of World War II. Legion Colors were dedicated on October 8, 1944 at an impressive ceremony in the front of the Heroes’ Memorial High School.
Plans for the erection of a Legion Memorial Hall after the war are presently under consideration, and will include a cenotaph built in a section of the hall, for various veteran and community affairs. This structure will be built as a living memorial to the Cowansville boys and girls now serving on Active Service. The Heroes’ Memorial High School was erected as a memorial of those who fell during the last Great War. Legion officers elected for 1945 include: President, F. J. Knight; First Vice-President, A. G. Scott; 2nd Vice-President, R. Brault; Sergeant-at-Arms, H. Pugh.–Ville de Cowansville
July-August 1952
Cowansville Soft Ball League
Barker: row from left to right: Eugène Lacoste, Carl Cotton, Paul Matton, Waldo Cleary, manager, Arthur Knight. Bottom Row, same order: André Gingras, Roch Pépin, Mr. Laliberté, mascot, Edmond Talbot, Charles Veillette and Maurice Chabot.–Ville de Cowansville
Seven 1953-Soft Ball League
4-Barker: row from top to right: Arthur Knight, Eugène Lacoste, Waldo Cleary, Romeo Matton, Paul Matton, René Lebrun, manager. Bottom Row, same order: Jean Jodoin, Herman Dubuc, Donald King, mascot, Robert Thibodeau and Blair bowling.–Ville de Cowansville
Join us and learn about the history under your feet! This year’s St. James Cemetery Walk will take place Thursday October 19th and october 21– Museum Curator Jennfer Irwin will lead you through the gravestones and introduce you to some of our most memorable lost souls!
Be ready for a few surprises along the way….
This walk takes place in the dark on uneven ground. Please wear proper footwear and bring a small flashlight if you like.
Tickets available at the Museum, 267 Edmund Street. Two dates!!! https://www.facebook.com/events/1211329495678960/
October 28th The Occomores Valley Grante and Tile Event–730pm-1am Carleton Place arena-Stop by and pick up your tickets for our fundraiser dance for LAWS. They also have tickets for Hometown Hearts event at the Grand Hotel fundraiser
The house was originally built by Carleton Place retailer Norman Riddell who lived there with his family until his death. The grand house with the once beautiful gardens was then sold at auction and then flipped to Mr. Collie who in turn sold it to H B Montgomery. After the auction was over it still contained some of the Riddell family’s furniture like the Victorian settee in blue brocade which continued to sit in its original place in the living room.
Iconic Carleton Place citizen H B Montgomery moved into the house and lived there for most of his life. H B told stories about Mr. Pattie who used to own a dry goods store in town. Pattie told him about his father who worked for a solid year carving the arches and moldings by hand. The bookshelves in the house were also created by his father.
Well, now things are changing and Joyce Murray called me to say she had the doors from the Montgomery house and they are changing everything in the home.
Joyce has two group of doors. One with glass and the other original wooden doors.. Check listing below. Some of my house comes from other homes in Carleton Place so I feel that I need to share this so we can keep it close. Just the way I think:) (see Reusing the Past of Carleton Place — The Morphy’s and the McCann’s)
Two original front doors from the Riddell– Montgomery home along with the transit (that goes above the doors) are being sold for $300. With the original glass that is a steal as far as I am concerned for history etc.
Joyce also has 3 various wooden doors and one is a outside side door and two are inside doors for $75.00– Just give her a call and she will give you all the details and show them to you.
Join us and learn about the history under your feet! This year’s St. James Cemetery Walk will take place Thursday October 19th and october 21– Museum Curator Jennfer Irwin will lead you through the gravestones and introduce you to some of our most memorable lost souls!
Be ready for a few surprises along the way….
This walk takes place in the dark on uneven ground. Please wear proper footwear and bring a small flashlight if you like.
Tickets available at the Museum, 267 Edmund Street. Two dates!!! https://www.facebook.com/events/1211329495678960/
October 28th The Occomores Valley Grante and Tile Event–730pm-1am Carleton Place arena-Stop by and pick up your tickets for our fundraiser dance for LAWS. They also have tickets for Hometown Hearts event at the Grand Hotel fundraiser
There are magical things that dance about the fields and towns of Lanark County. There is no doubt there are tales to be told. I do not know who builds these fences throughout our county, but one day I hope to meet this magical artist. Each time I pass these pieces of mystical art on the Appleton side road, and in Almonte, I stop to take pictures. They take my breath away. My friend George Lanzon calls them “Dreamcatcher Gates”.
I encountered an incident a few years ago that only that faeries could have done. A real magical true love story. Have you seen any faeries out and about? PM me..
She sat there quietly at the memorial and remembered their past. Thirty years had gone by too fast, and now he was suddenly gone. What would she do without him?
While she wept softly, a crane walked slowly beside the white picket fence. He was watching her carefully as the wise flower elves wept in the hollows. How could he explain to her that he was there?
Flying over the fence in a gentle swoop, he felt the drops of dew, and kissed cold tears fromthe grass. Was it really a crane, perhaps it was a faerie in disguise?
He tried to get closer to her with one measured step at a time. The grass blades parted with sighs as he was trying to tell her that he was there. He had been gone for a few brief days but had returned to tell her that he loved her. Yes, he would always remember the joy from the life they had shared together.
He stopped during certain moments when people spoke of the love they had for him. Cocking his head from time to time he listened to words of memories and laughter. Attempting to make a sound so she might turn her head; a silent noise filled his throat, and she would never know he was there.
Three people watched him closely from their seats, and he knew they realized who he might be. They had already decided that he was not really a proud graceful crane walking across the grass – he was simply the departed, trying to tell his wife he was okay.
The spoken words of love suddenly stopped, and everyone became silent. The crane knew he must go; but somehow must tell her that he had read the beautiful card she had made just for him.
“The heavens part the high planets, blade parts back and edge; not even eternity can part souls that are sealed in love.”
“Yes”, he thought. Eternity will never separate our souls as we are forever sealed with love. Remember that my darling; never ever forget.”
And with that, as quickly as he had appeared, he was suddenly gone.Those that had seen him spoke quietly, and told each other their thoughts. They knew that when the heavens had grown clear, he had come.
His soul had descended when the mountain brims grew bright to speak of his eternal love. Others would tell her later that he had been there to silently tell her that he loved her one final time.
We saw him Johanna, he was there.
The words are written by me – BUT I also used a handful of selected words used in a scattered “here nor there fashion” from the card Johanna had made for her departed husband, Bruce. I believe she used some of the selected words from : Journey’s End (Ferdalok)
Those gates are on the farm where we lived until 1994. It was one of the original Duncan farms, purchased by Robert Duncan Jr about 1846. It was originally designated a clergy reserve. There have been a couple of owners since we left the farm. The gates were built by Giussepe Lund, husband of Jane Bidgood formerly of Carleton County. I think they make their main home in England. Giuseppe has many significant metal sculptures around the world, including the Queen Elizabeth Gate in Hyde park London. Check out his website metal garden.ca
see description below of these gates.
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