On Jan, 24th, 1864, Euphemia Stevenson was united in marriage to Mr. John Dunlop. In honor of the 50th anniversary of this event, Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Dunlop of Union Hall were the genial host and hostess at a dinner to the relatives and also a reception to the neighbors in the evening.
The bridesmaid, Miss Annie Scott, was present and is the only living witness of 50 years ago. Of the living children, three were present – Mrs. Compo of Ottawa, Alex. from Langham, Sask., and William on the homestead. Charles of Grande Prairie, Peace River, Alberta, the youngest son, was not present, but he spent a month with his parents last summer. Miss Pheobe Compo, a granddaughter, was also up from Ottawa.
Mr. Dunlop although not in the best of health at present, belongs to a long-lived race. His brother, Mr. Charles Dunlop, of Pakenham, who is in his 90th year, was able to drive that distance with his son, John, to attend the dinner and reception. Two sisters living in White Church, Ont., are both advanced in years, one being 82 and the other 87 years of age. The late Mrs. McLean, of the 7th line of Ramsay, a sister who died Sept, 19th, 1909, was then 86 years old.
Mrs. Dunlop was Euphemia Stevenson, youngest daughter of the late Alexander Stevenson, and sister to the late Norman and Andrew Stevenson, who died in Almonte a few years ago. Two sisters were the late Mrs. Thomas McFarlane, near Carberry, Man., and the late Mrs. John Rintoul, near Wingham, Ont.
Mr. and Mrs. Dunlop have lived in their home on the 2ne line of Ramsay ever since their marriage and are much respected by their neighbors and all who have the honor of their acquaintance.
The guests presented them with two beautiful chairs as a slight token of their esteem. The Gazette joins with the friends in the wish that the old couple may yet enjoy many years of happiness among them.
One of the problems of this day is what to do with all the extra time gained from the shorter working week. Mr. William Dunlop, who farmed in the Union Hall district until a few years ago was not bothered too much with the short week anymore than are most farmers but following a serious illness long ago, he took up knitting. In his day he turned out sweaters, socks and mitts for the family and now at 84 is still going strong.
This Christmas he knitted ten pairs of mitts for his, grandchildren. He is blessed with excellent eyesight and still drives his own car occasionally. In fact he drove to Almonte from the Union Hall district where he now lives with his daughter and son-inlaw, Mr. and Mrs. Neil McIntosh, just before Christmas. While there is no reason why men cannot knit as well as women, it is a fact that few become proficient in this line. Nearly all who have done so, have taken up knitting as a hobby while recuperating from an illness. Mr. Dunlop’s hobby followed an operation for a kidney stone from which he made a slow recovery but in his advancing years it has been a wonderful thing for him to be able to pass the time to such good advantage.
Mr. Andrew Dunlop, an esteemed and well known resident of Carleton Place and Almonte, died at the home of his daughter, Mrs. Wilbert J. Porterfield, Lake Avenue West, on Wednesday of last week. Mr. Dunlop was in his 90th year. Mr. Dunlop was a man younger looking than his years and enjoyed good health until his illness, which occurred on Saturday, October 28th. Up until that time he was able to take his walks to the barber shop and enjoyed meeting and conversing with old and new friends whom he met from time to time.
Mr. Dunlop’s passing is widely mourned by his friends throughout the whole district. Born in Paisley, Scotland, in 1885, a son of the late Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Dunlop, he came to Canada with his parents in 1870, and settled in Guelph, and later at Fergus, Ont. In 1872, the family moved to Almonte where Mr. Dunlop entered the employ of the Rosamond Woolen Company. He remained there 49 years, 40 of them as overseer. In 1922 Mr. Dunlop was forced to retire due to ill health. On September 4th, 1878, Mr. DunIop was married to the former Miss Agnes Lindsay Gilmour, daughter of the late Mr. and Mrs. James Gilmour at the home of her parents on the 8th line of Ramsay, by the late Rev, Mr. Lougheed.
In 1936 Mr. and Mrs. Dunlop came to visit with their son-in-law and daughter . Mr. and Mrs. W. J. Porterfield, and were only here a short time when Mrs. Dunlop passed away, since which time Mr. Dunlop has made his home in Carleton Place. The late Mr. Dunlop was one of Almonte’s oldest and best known citizens and since coming to reside in this town had made a host of friends. He was well read and kept close contact with current events through his daily newspaper.
The death of his young grandson, Flying Officer Andrew Porterfield, overseas, was an almost overwhelming blow from which Mr. Dunlop never seemed to recover. As husband and father he had met all of his years with a brave heart and cheerful courage and it was always more natural of him to think of others than of himself. Mr. Dunlop lived a full and well rounded life with an abundance of philosophy and good humour that enabled him to endure a great deal and he leaves behind him a good name and the inspiration of a friendship that will be cherished by those who knew it.
During his long years of residence in Almonte, Mr. Dunlop was active in many of the town’s affairs. He was a member of Bethany United Church and was deeply interested in its welfare. He was a member of Mississippi Lodge, A. F. & A. M. No. 147, Almonte, for 67 years and some time ago was given the 50-year veteran jewel and the Past Master’s 50-year medal and was the oldest living member at the time of his death.
Left to mourn are five daughters (Ethel) Mrs. W. J. Porterfield, Qarleton Place, (Gertrude) Mrs. Harry Reynolds, Calgary, (Inez), Mrs. Charles Lay, Toronto, (Olga) Mrs, Arthur T. Roberts, Desplain, 111., U. S. A., (Roberta) Mrs. Grdon Brown, Toronto, also two sons, Mr. Frank Dunlop, Ottawa and Mr. Russell Dunlop, of Calgary, and one brother, Mr. David Dunlop, North Adams, Mass., and one sister, Miss Tena Dunlop of Almonte.
Two daughters, Delcia and (Jessie) L. Thompson, are deceased. The funeral took place from the home of his son-in-law, Mr. Porterfield, Saturday afternoon. A short service was conducted at the home by Rev. D. C. Munro, minister of Memorial Park United Church at 2 o’clock and the cortege then proceeded to Almonte for service at 2.30 at Bethany United Church by the minister, Rev, W. J. Scott. Buried at Almonte Interment was made at the AuKirk Cemetery. The honorary pallbearers were Messrs. George Clement, W. C. Pollock, William Coxford, Robert Hogg, Nelson Washburn and Dr. Kelly, all of Almonte. The active pallbearers were P. S. G. Mac Porterfield, Messrs. George George Buffam, Elmer Walker, Harry Buffam, Elmer Walker, Harry Gilmour, Roy Gilmour, and W. W. Pollock, K. C, Many beautiful floral tributes were received evidence of the high esteem in which Mr. Dunlop was held.
Born in Paisley High Church, Renfrewshire, Scotland on 02 Sep 1855 to Andrew Dunlop and Christina RODMAN. Andrew Dunlop married Agnes Lindsay Gilmour and had 9 children. He passed away on 01 Nov 1944 in Carleton Place, Lanark, Ontario, Canada.
This is Dorothy (née Jamieson) and Warren Dunlop’s wedding in 1943 or 1944.I don’t have all the people identified, but from L-R back row looking at the picture:Minnie Dunlop, Teddy Jamieson, Unidentified, Marion (née Hamilton) Jamieson, Dorothy (née Jamieson) Dunlop, Jean Jamieson, unidentified, Eleanor Jamieson, Bella (née Thompson) Jamieson (the matriarch and all the Jamieson girls’ mother.Jake Caldwell thanks!
Nancy Jamieson — My aunt Dots wedding … so all my Jamieson aunts and my Granny Jamieson. And my mum is 4 in from the left – Marion nee Hamilton …
Where was the first Darou Bakery? Was it on Bell or Mill Street?
So Doug showed me this photo on Saturday and said he had no idea where the second bakery was.. It didn’t take me long to figure it out.
Darou’s second bakery was in the Capital Optical building on Bridge Street which later became Woodcock’s Bakery. One of the senior Jamieson’s confirmed it with : Darou’s was in that building before Woodcocks!
At the end of the Caldwell Jamieson Dunlop Reunion Doug Caldwell gave us all an Eastern White Pine to plant and wanted to see Carleton Place full of white pines. It’s also the provincial tree of Eastern Ontario. Something you did not know about Doug… He decided to take a forestry course as a young man and after he graduated he realized that it might not be the future for him, so he went into business.
Did you know that in colonial times, these tall trees were used to make masts for the British Royal Navy ships? Lumbering was the first industry in the Ottawa Valley where white pine trees were cut and sent down river to sawmills built along the Mississippi River at the village site. ( H Caldwell & Sons, Carleton Place, were prominent dealing in white pine planks)
Last week I wrote about Minnie Dunlop who used to run Darou’s Bakery on the corner of Emily and Bridge Street in Carleton Place. If you had no idea like I and some of the family did: Minnie not only baked her heart out, and ran that part of town like she was in charge, but she was also married to a former mayor from Carleton Place, Andrew Earl Dunlop.
Today, one of the family, Doug Caldwell called me and we had a lovely chat about the town of Carleton Place. He remembers the pool hall really wasn’t the place and Minnie often hauled her son Murray home by the ear after rescuing them from the evils of pool-playing. Oh the horrors! She was a no nonsense woman who believed in the theory that sliced bread was here to stay and purchased one of the first bread sliceing machines to stay ahead of the competition. Doug remembers her telling him to grab a stool and show Carleton Place how its done slicing the bread. He said he was pretty proud doing that job.
But Doug not only helped Murray, he helped Mike Muldowan at the chip wagon and when he got there early in the morning Mike would give him a large pail of potatoes to peel. I asked him if he ate his weight in chips for payment. He said, “You know I would have, but I remember getting silver coins, Mike never paid in paper!”
His mother Edna Florence Caldwell, was a hairdresser on Bridge Street and his grandmother, Mrs. Jamieson played the organ at St. James Anglican Church, and his two aunts sang in the choir. He also remembers the horse stables in the back of St. Andrew’s Presbyterian Church. The farmers came to church with their teams and sleighs and it was quite the sight as they parked. When they left they had to unharness everything and regroup, and mumbled and grumbled. But that was not the only place they mumbled in grumbled at St. Andrew’s. In the days that Captain Hooper’s house Raloo Cottage was going to be torn down the citizens of Carleton Place were not happy. Not happy at all! So I asked him,”Did they protest?” He said they protested the way they always did– complaining in front of the churches on Sunday!”
He also remembers every year the gypsies–(2021 word Romani) and would set up shop on the corner of Lake and Beckwith near where Nichols Planing Mill was. He said it was quite the event as in those days the stream behind it was quite larger than it is today.
So they mumbled and grumbled about the Levine building across the street, and they muttered about the new Fleming Funeral Parlour opening up on Lake Ave West. Because, that’s the way things were done. His grandfather, Will Jaimeson was a CPR railroad man and he did the Ottawa Brockville run which was a very prestigious run in those days.
Doug remembers being put on top of one of the L carts and having his Grandfather perform a steam show so to speak. His grandfather would holler to start shovelling the coal really fast and once the steam would get up to speed it was a sight to see. So he ran the smaller wheels and then the bigger wheels to show his grandson how much power that Locomotive had. Meanwhile the coal man wasn’t too happy and he would tell young Doug that his grandfather was showing off just because he showed up.
This morning I had a ZOOM chat with Doug Caldwell, as the family reunion is coming up October 30, 2021 at the Gastro Pub in Carleton Place. He told me about the continual arguments he used to have with ‘Jimmy Edwards’ at Edwards Grocery when he went to go pick up a ‘knob of tobacco’ for his uncle on the corner of Coleman and Franktown Road. He was allowed a treat so he wanted to make sure he got the most bang for his money. In those days Jimmy Edwards bagged the candy and they were all in small paper bags. At each purchase Doug would argue with Jimmy saying he was getting cheated as he was not getting a full handful. Doug at the age of 5 would argue up and down but it was always the same result. Jimmy Edwards held the upper hand with those paper bags full of candy. So Doug at age 5 would leave the store muttering, hauling his little wagon down the street on his way to deliver that ‘knob of tobacco’ to his uncle. One day that tobacco got the best of him and he chewed off the corner of that tobacco wanting to see what it tasted like. Well you and I probably have a good idea what it tasted like, and he said he felt like he was poisoned. Worse that that he had to tell his uncle how he lost the corner of that tobacco.
In the end everyone moved away after the war so the family could seek better fortunes, and on October 30th, 2021, the families are all reuniting once again at the Gastro Pub in Carleton Place for a salute to the “Jamieson Daughters”. It’s time for the family to reunite, celebrate and time for the younger generations to know their history. Family reunions are the place where you remember where you came from.
I write about community and the history these folks gave us. Sometimes great little stories pop up while you are researching. I was doing a typical geneaology page for the Darou’s and Dunlops who had Darou’s Bakery on Bridge Street in Carleton Place when I came up with Minnie the Hooker’s story. Everyone needs to be remembered so now Minnie is with great joy and happiness.
Where was Darou’s?
Ray PaquetteBeginning at the bottom of Bridge Street in Carleton Place, 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…
Nobody can accuse Minnie Dunlop of misspending her youth. Sure, she shoots pool a couple of times a week and may go dancing once or twice or play bingo. But after all, Minnie is almost 82 and times have changed. Minnie, who lives in a senior citizens’ high rise on MacLaren Street, looks quite comfortable with a pool cue in her hand. “C’mon baby, c’mon baby,” she says, urging the brown ball to its intended destination. “They call me Minnie the Hooker,” she says, and quickly adds an explanation: in snooker, you “hook” your opponents by leaving them without a shot. Not every ball makes it, of course. Snooker is a demanding game and Minnie didn’t take it up until last fall. “My oldest son is 53,” says Minnie, “and when he found out he said ‘Mother, don’t tell me. I never thought I’d live to see the day you’d be playing pool’.
The Dunlops operated Darou’s Bakery in Carleton Place until 1953 and lived across the street from a pool hall. If you read below her husband was also the mayor of Carleton Place at one point. ( Read-Tales From McCann’s Pool Room – Rob Probert) Minnie remembers hauling her sons home by the ear after rescuing them from the evils of pool-playing. Now she shoots in a seven-team house league and enjoys it immensely. “I like anything where there’s competition,” she says. “I bowled until this winter but it got too cold to go out. With pool, I can play right in the building.” With partner John Beaulieu, Minnie leads the other six mixed teams in the league, organized . by fellow-resident Maurice Trudeau, Ottawa’s senior citizen snooker champ last year. Next year, Trudeau hopes his league can play off with representatives from other seniors’ buildings. No doubt Minnie will be there.
Jamie DunlopThere were stories about how my dad and brothers and sister worked in the bakery when they were growing up. They delivered bread by horse and cart when they were kids. It was quite a shock to see Minnie on Facebook playing pool. I have the Citizen picture and article from when it came out in the 80s(?). She was no shrinking violet for sure. Thanks for the interest.
Diane JudgeMy Mom’s parents were Ida and Charles Darou, owned the dairy in Lanark, my grandmother Ida would order meat & food from there, and they delivered to the Darou home , next to the machine shop, which they owned as well.– read John A Darou 1905 Lanark Village
Janet LockyerI remember some Darou’s of Lanark, in the late 1960s, dad build a cottage on the Clyde river, near the bridge dump. Jim Darou and sons had a cottage down at the point and Jim and my dad sure managed to get into some fun situations.. Thanks for giving me these memories back, had a chuckle remembering. There was one time that my dad, from the city, went off with Jim Darou to get corn for a corn roast. Jim been the leader of this expeditation, said why pay for corn, he knew where they could get it for nothing. Off they go, hours later they return, muddy, dad pants were torn up and they are laughing away. Jim took dad to a farmer’s field, surrounded by barber wire of course. They climbed the wire got lots of “free” corn. We boiled it up, smothered it with butter and salt and nearly broke our teeth trying to eat it. Dad and Jim just laughed and laughed watching us trying to eat COW corn. There really is a difference between the corn, one for humans and one for cows.
Paul MilotteI remember it being called the Cow bridge as well. If memory serves me right it was used to let Cows cross the river as part of the old Plant farm. It was a huge dairy farm back in the day and the Darou family dairy business bought milk from them. The main building of the Plant farm is the old Caldwell mansion that is now a bead and breakfast. Anybody remember the Red barn behind the main house? I think the same family converted the the old mansion into a nursing home after the farming operation had stopped.-Primitive Bridges –Where was this Bridge?