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St. John the Evangelist Anglican Once Stood on Rideau and Sussex

St. John the Evangelist Anglican Once Stood on Rideau and Sussex

Lost Ottawa


Before there was the present staircase from Sussex to Mackenzie at the end of George street in downtown Ottawa, and before there was a Daly Building to the left, and a Connaught (CRA) building to the right, and before there was the Daly Annex, as seen in our last post …

There was St. John’s Anglican Church, favoured as a place of worship by various Governors General.

I haven’t got a start date for the building (which goes back to at least 1875), but I have an end date. It seems to have burned down on January 12, 1912.

(LAC PA-009002)

Jaan Kolk

The history page of St. John the Evangelist Anglican gives the year of construction as 1861. It was built to be a “chapel of ease” – a secondary place of worship (something less than a church) for Lowertown Anglicans who found Christ Church in Uppertown too far to go. The Anglican Chapel of Ease is listed in the 1863 Ottawa Citizen city directory. It was also referred to as “the Bishop’s Chapel.” In the 1870s, it became St. John’s Church.

In his 1871 book “Ottawa Past and Present”, Charles Roger wrote:

“The Bishop’s Chapel on the corner of Sussex and Rideau streets, as it were, was built originally for a School House, but has ever since its erection been used as a Chapel of Ease. This year, His Lordship the Bishop of Ontario having decided upon residing permanently in Ottawa, a wing was added, and the name was changed to that which it now bears. It is really a very pleasing edifice in the gothic style of architecture, but it would be very much improved were it surmounted by a spire about the centre of the building, rising from the ground.”

Elizabeth Cardoza Taylor

From the Archivist of the Anglican Diocese of Ottawa: ” It was built as a schoolroom and chapel of ease for Lower Town by Christ’s Church, Ottawa in 1860, and was also known as the Bishop’s Chapel, before eventually becoming Saint John’s Church.”

Anne Sterling

The vestry records (at Anglican archives housed in Anglican Cathedral bldg) have records of meetings. My 3x great uncle, George Storey, (1812-1888)a general merchant on William, and then Clarence streets sold and gave items to the church. He was an active member at meetings. Interesting to see this photo!

David Jeanes

This was originally built as the “Bishop’s Chapel” or “Chapel of Ease” for Christ Church at the west end of Sparks Street. It included a church school in the basement facing Sussex and was also used by British troops stationed in the former Clarendon Hotel across the street, when the capital moved to Ottawa in 1865. There were also plans to build a large Anglican cathedral on this lot, facing Rideau Street, but Christ Church was expanded instead.

The Fire=

The Ottawa Citizen

Ottawa, Ontario, Canada • Fri, 12 Jan 1912Page 1

The Ottawa Citizen

Ottawa, Ontario, Canada • Fri, 12 Jan 1912Page 1

The Ottawa Journal

Ottawa, Ontario, Canada • Tue, 3 Jun 1913Page 1

Lost Ottawa


Sunday Go to Meeting: St. John the Evangelist Anglican Church on Sussex Across from George Street, ca. 1870, looking north east.

This church has a long history going back to its construction 1861, followed by expansion, the inevitable fire, and its eventual relocation to the corner of Somerset and Elgin. The Connaught (CRA) Building now stands just north of the spot. The stairs between Sussex and MacKenzie mark the location of the old church, if I understand things right.

On the northeast corner of George is the former British Hotel, which was a barracks at the time of this picture. Note, the front on Sussex has more floors than the extension along George. The front was rebuilt to its current look circa 1880. (LAC C-000491)

Lost Ottawa


The site of Otawa’s Union Station in January of 1896. You get the industrial flavor of the area had, barely a stone’s throw from Parliament.

To the left of Howe’s store and factory is St. John’s Church, which used to stand at the end of George Street, between Mackenzie and Sussex.

(LAC PA-027736)

Black Sock Church — Herriott and Bridge Street –Photos Larry Clark


Another One Bites the Dust –In Memory of the Holiness Movement Church Building (Hornerites)

The Great Fire of 1910 — More Media Accounts

The Great Fire of 1910 — More Media Accounts

Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage MuseumPhoto taken in May, 1910 as fire rages through the intersection of Franklin and Judson Streets, destroying the Gillies home.

1910 – The greatest Carleton Place fire of living memory destroyed about twenty-five buildings between Bridge Street and Judson Street, including Zion Presbyterian Church, the Masonic Hall, the militia drill hall, the curling rink and many homes.

Always looking for new recountsof the fire and just found these…

CLIPPED FROMThe Weekly AdvanceKemptville, Ontario, Canada19 May 1910, Thu  •  Page 1

Carleton Place, Ont.

The Fire which started in McGonigle’s butcher shop, Bridge street, shortly after midnight from a cause unknown, and was fanned by a strong southwesterly breeze, rapidly spread and at the time of writing was still burning fiercely and done damage estimated at tally $300,000. The best business section of the town is in ashes, the finest residential district has been gutted, and the handsome Zion Presbyterian church recently renovated at a cost of 20,000 is burned to the ground.

The disaster descended unexpectedly on this town, everything being peace and quietness at the early hour of the morning when the alarm was turned in. Shortly after the start of the fire it as seen that the local brigade were unable to cope with the flames alone, so a call for help was sent to Almonte, which town responded by sending down their fire engine, manned by a competent crew.

This, in addition to the two local engines did their best to step the spread of the flm, but to no avail, with high winds carrying the cinders and horning embers in every direction. Had it not been for the wind, a great many of the residences would never have been endangered, as several of those destroyed were quite distant from the scene of the origin of the fire. The lack of a waterworks system in the town was never more widely noticed than tonight, as it la held by many that if the town was so equipped, a needless lot of destruction would not have happened.

Starting at McGonigles, the fire destroyed the adjoining store belonging to J. Fraser and the Singleton block. The wind then swept the course of the area along Beckwith St. towards the C. P. R. tracks. Zion church was one of the first buildings on this street to catch, and the magnificent edifice was soon the prey of the all devouring flames. Its value was estimated at about 40,000 and nothing now remains bnt the remains.

From the church the fire lept to the Masonic hall, a flimsy structure which soon went. The beautiful new residence of the late Jamea Gilles valued at 15,000, then caught, and was soon destroyed. In the back of Zion church the manse was on fire several times, but hopes are entertained that it may be saved.

The roller rink went next, followed by the adjoining curling rink. Both were frame buildings, and burned quickly. The residence of John F. Cram, F. McEwen, John McDonald, two belonging to E. Wilkie, one to J. MacLeod ; the Andrews Presbyterian manse (Rev. W. Monds,) on this street were also destroyed.

The flames spread down along William street, the wind still keeping up. The tower of the Bates and Innis woollen mill caught shortly after, and the mill is likely to go. The whole town is out fighting the fire, and doing what they can to help the fireman in their seemingly hopeless task of segregating the blaze to any particular part of the burning district. It is by far the greatest disaster that has ever happened to this town, and at 4 o’clock this morning the fire was not yet under control.

May 1910 the day after the fire

a week after the fire

1910 Fire Beckwith Street Carleton Place

Aftermath of the 1910 Fire- May 19 1910

More Clippings Found About the 1910 Carleton Place Fire

  1. The Lost Photos & Words- Carleton Place Fire 1910
  2. When The Streets of Carleton Place Ran Thick With the Blood of Terror!
  3. When The Streets of Carleton Place Ran Thick With the Blood of Terror!- Volume 1- Part 2
  4. Burnin’ Old Memories –The Mississippi Hotel Fire

The Hysteria and Overbooking of Hayley’s Comet 1910

A Fountain for Augusta Park to Remember the Past

A Fountain for Augusta Park to Remember the Past

[PDF] Augusta Street Park – Update to MM Council

( My speech for ADHS today )

Before I was a Carleton Place councillor in 2016 I made a stink trying to make a 51 year-old wrong right. For months I badgered, whined, danced and pranced, and made myself a general nuisance about the issue of changing the name of the North industrial Park in Carleton Place to what it rightfully should be– named after the Dunlop-Kenny family.

51 years ago the North Industrial Park name change was promised by Mayor Howard McNeely to the Dunlop-Kenny family after hearing the story from the family.  McNeely really needed that land for the Rolark Cheque company and the Dunlop- Kenny family sold it to the town in a transaction that only took a few days with no questions asked. They also had been promised the new industrial park would be named after the family. Never ever happened until I began the discussion which the community joined in and in 2016 it was finally named the Dunlop Industrial Park.

What Jeff Mills and your community is asking for is far  more important than my ordeal. Children died, and a part of the community was in poverty and now they need to be remembered. It’s not the politicians that need to be remembered, it’s the people that made up this community. Jeff Mills memorial for a water feature in Augusta Park is needed and recognition is long overdue.

In 1965 Almonte had portions of the town that were called Hollywood, The Hill, or Irishtown. It was called a middle and lower class section of town. The area, in which lived 110 families of 550 persons, had about 15 houses which from external observation, could be classed as substandard. Townspeople made crude names for the area. Families of up to 13 lived in one, two and three room shacks. Water had to be carried from the town’s water tower hundreds of yards away. Most families used constructed backhouses– and they plugged their houses with rags in the winter. Some of the houses were tar papered stables and barns. The house in which the four Cole children died was a converted log stable. Where there was once room for two horses, seven children and two adults lived. At one point some of the Cole children were wards of the Children’s Aid Society. After the town made renovations to the home, which was a converted bam, the children were allowed to return to their parents.

Charles Symington attributed the adverse publicity in the community to a nucleus of “newcomers to town” who simply did not understand the situation. The relief committee chairman said: “There are about six real deadbeats in this town and these are people you won’t ever be able to help but other than that it’s just all talk”.

But the truth was: Poor enforcement of the building code and matters related to the code were what was causing Almonte’s problems, he said. Police said as far as they were concerned the slum area in Almonte didn’t exist “We get no more, in fact we might even get fewer calls from the so-called slum area than we do from what some people call the residential area,” a spokesman said. Almonte was policed by an OPP detachment.

May 4th of 1965  

Fire destroyed a tinder-dry log house here today killing four children inside. Firemen found the bodies in the ruins. The victims were the four youngest children of Cecil Cole an unemployed carpenter and his wife Peggy. All were of pre-school age. A neighbour Mrs Cliff Robertson said the blaze broke out when Mrs Cole was at a neighbour’s house telephoning a grocery order The father was absent Mrs Cole and the neighbour tried to rescue the children but were driven- back by the flames The Coles had three other children apparently away at school when the blaze started around 10 am. The Coles lived in a converted barn. The dead are three boys and a girl The youngest was a six-month-old boy.

For some strange reason it takes a tragedy, such as the 1965 fire in Almonte in which four innocent children perished to arouse mankind from its selfishness and indifference. Life goes on from day to day and few spare a thought for the distress and misery of their fellowmen. Jeff Mills’s request of the town to budget for the completion of phase 5 of the Augusta Street Park Plan, an intergenerational, memorial, water feature that will speak to the children’s memory is to be encouraged so this tragedy is never forgotten. Please remember your past!

May 4th 1965

Four children were burned to death here at 9.40 this morning, just two weeks before the family was to move to a new home and a new job in Portage Du Fort. The victims, four of seven children of Mr. and Mrs. Cecil Cole, are Emerson, 4, Richard, 2, Helen, 1, and baby Wallace, seven months. Mrs. Cole had left the two-storey log cabin home on Augusta Street to phone town clerk R. J. France for food when the fire relief order broke out. 

“She came running across the street to my place,” said a neighbour, Jack Knight “She was screaming that her house was on fire and four of her children were trapped inside.  “I ran over but the whole place was in flames. There was nothing I could do.”

Mr. Cole, unemployed since last November, was in Portage where he had just obtained a job and rented a home to move his wife, Peggy, and their seven children to in a couple of weeks. The other children, Shirley Ann, 9, and Carmel, 7, were at school and Stanley, S, was playing with some children on the street. Wallace and Richard were trapped upstairs and Emerson and Helen were downstairs.

Mr. Knight said he thought Mrs. Cole tried to get into the house before she ran to call him, because she said she couldn’t get to her children. “She went into hysterics and was taken next door to a neighbour. “When the fire department came, all they could do was turn on the hose. The house was such an old, ramshackle place they couldn’t even try to go in to get them.

 ‘Oh my God’ William Elser, another neighbour, said that when Mrs. Cole found the cabin in flames, she screamed: “Oh my God, my children are in there.” “I just left them for a few minutes to go and make a phone call for relief,” Mrs. Cole said. “One of the little boys must have got into the electric stove and caught his clothes on it” 

About 15 men of the Almonte Volunteer Fire brigade under Chief Durward Washburn fought the blaze but were able to do little with it. Observers called the cabin “a complete gutted mess.” They said the shell of the cabin was still standing but all that would be required to level it was a little more wind and water. There was no immediate danger to any other houses in the area. Augusta Street runs north with houses on the west side. The cabin was situated about 200 feet in a field off Augusta Street. 

Wind was not heavy enough to move the fire but conditions in the area were dry. The fire burned for about one hour. It was estimated that Mrs. Cole was gone from the house for about 20 minutes or a time “just long enough for the fire to get started.” Almonte municipal office spokesmen said the Coles were receiving supplementary assistance. Mr. Cole worked for a construction company last year but was out of work and drawing unemployment insurance until he got the job in Portage. Corporal Robert Fairnam of the Almonte detachment, OPP, is the investigating officer and Coroner Dr. J. A. McEwen has set no date for an inquest.

Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  05 May 1965, Wed,  Page 5

No one likes sad or controversial times of the past but they did occur and we should not forget them ever. This is a reminder of things we should not allow to happen again.

Thanks to Jeff Mills and Melissa Kenny teacher of the Social Justice class at ADHS for inviting me to partake in the discussion of remembering Augusta Park and the fire of 1965.

It was nice joining Tiffany MacLaren representing MM also.

If school was so interesting way back when.. I might have done better.. Well done class and Melissa!!!!

Augusta Park 2023

Memories of Augusta Park

Tragedy of the 60s — Cole Family Fire

When Low Income was Really Low Income– Tragedy in Lanark County– the 60s

Mississippi Lake Fire –1947 — Marier Bittle

Mississippi Lake Fire –1947 — Marier Bittle

CLIPPED FROMThe Ottawa CitizenOttawa, Ontario, Canada18 Aug 1947, Mon  •  Page 4

Fire stalked the window scores of picturesque Mississippi Lake, four miles west of here when blazing gasoline from a gasoline stove turned a small cabin into a funeral pyre for two little girls and burned 13 other persons, three of whom are in serious condition in hospital at Ottawa.

The party of men women and children, all residents of Eastview near Ottawa, had arrived by truck at midnight and a late before-bed supper was being prepared when gasoline, spilling from an over-filled tank in the stove,was ignited by an oil lamp. In a matter of seconds the frame cabin was a raging inferno and those who escaped managed to do so by only the slimmest margin.

The Dead Denyse Leblanc aged 5. daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Marcel Leblanc 44 Ivy street Eastview

Claudette Gravellc. aged 5 daughter of Mr. and Mrs. S. Gravelle, 139 Geneva street, Eastview.

In Hospital Marcel Leblanc, 36. father of one of the dead children, in Ottawa General hospital with severe burns about the head, face, arms and body.

Royal Marier. 48, of 5 McKay street. Eastview, in Ottawa General Hospital suffering from bums to the arms, legs and head.

Noeila Marier 15 -year -old daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Royal Marier. in Ottawa General Hospital with burns to- the face, arms, legs, back and lower part of the body.

Others Burned Severe

Gravelle, 31. of 139 a Geneva street, Eastview, father of Claudette Gravelle, burns to the face and hands and bad lacerations to the right.hand.

Mrs. S. Gravelle. 28, bruised head and burns about the face

Helene Gravelle, aged 4, sister ef Claudette Gravelle, burns and abrasions to the face and forehead.

Mrs. Yvette Leblanc, 32. mother of Denyse Leblanc, burns to the head and hands.

Claude and Faulette Leblanc 7 and 6 years respectively, children of Mr. and Mrs. Marcel Leblanc, both burned about the feet and upper body.

Gerard Marier, 31, of 46 Ivy Street, Eastview, burns to the forehead and face.

Mrs. Gerard Marier, 28, burns to the right hand.

Mrs. Royal Marier, 46, of 52 McKay street, Eastview extensive burns to the face and head.

Mrs. Julie Goulet. 59 of 46 Ivy street, Eastview, grandmother of Claudette Gravelle. burns to both legs.

Lyse Marier. five – year – old daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Gerard Marier was the only member of the party of 16 who was not burned or otherwise injured.

Shocked and still partially dazed; survivors of the tragic fire unfolded the story to The Citizen Sunday morning. Grief stricken over the loss of her little girl Mrs. Yvette Leblanc told how she and her husband and their three children had left their Eastview home late Saturday evening in company with the other members cf the party, looking forward to spending the night and all day Sunday on the shores of the lake.

They made the trip by truck and upon arriving at Mississippi Jake, the six children were all put to bed. While the women busied themselves inside preparing a late supper, the men sat around outside the cabin chatting and smoking . Mrs. Leblanc said she had filled the tank on the gasoline stove when she noticed that some of the liquid had overflowed. She saw the gasoline run across the floor towards a table where a lighted oil lamp was standing but before she had time a realize there was any danger, the gasoline ignited and a sheet of fire leaped towards the stove.

The filled tank in the stove exploded a moment later and the entire cabin was quickly enveloped in flames. Four of the children were sleeping on a bed while the others were on a mattress on the f loor. Mrs. Leblanc told The Citizen. When the gasoline ignited they grabbed two of the children and thrust them out through the window after smashing the glass with her bare hands. She turned in an attempt to get more of the children outside but the flames had become so intense she was forced to jump through the window to save her own life. She smashed her way through a boarded-up window.

“I watched through the window while my daughter, Noella. tried to drag two of the children outside. She dragged and lifted but she could not manage it. Her clothing was burned away and her arms, legs, back and hair were burned. I shouted to her to get outside and she finally gave up her attempts to save the children.”

Mrs. Marcel Leblanc said that when she got outside her husband “dived in through the window just into thewater.” There was another explosion just as he got inside and his clothes were instantly a mass of fire. “He could hear the children screaming inside the cabin but he could not find them.” she sobbed.

Almonte Gazette August 1947

A holiday on Mississippi Lake ended in tragedy early Sunday when two tots were burned to death and 13 others injured by a fire which destroyed an eight-by ten-foot cabin. All from Eastview, an Ottawa suburb , and interrelated. The party reached Lake Park, a summer resort, four miles west of Carleton Place, by truck early Sunday. Within a few hours flaming gasoline from a stove set the tindered dry cabin ablaze, trapping six children and ten adults. Only one escaped unscathed. 

Four persons, including William J Bittle of Carleton Place, operator of a refreshment booth and fishing at the summer resort, were the first to hear the screams and see the people try to push their way through the narrow doorway of the flame-filled cabin. Driving home from Carleton Place, Mr. Bittle parked his car on a side-road and ran 200 yards to the building. By the time he arrived it had become an inferno. “I tried to get in, but the terrific heat kept me back,” he said. “The father of one of the children who had escaped tried to jam his way through to get his child, but he was pulled back. It would have been suicide to attempt to enter.” 

Guests of the nearby Queen’s Hotel came to help and Doctor Ross MacDowall of Carleton Place, a summer resident who lived nearby, gave first aid to those most seriously burned. The cabin was rented by Mr. and Mrs. Royal Marrier who, with their 15-year-old daughter, Noella, planned to stay a week on the lake. They all suffered burns. The other 13 intended to spend only the weekend. 

About an hour after the outbreak, Chief Alvin Baird and 16 volunteer firemen from Carleton Place arrived. By that time the flames had razed the cabin and had spread to two vacant cabins eight feet away. They also were destroyed. Two of the men and a girl of 15 were rushed to the Rosamond Memorial Hospital,  Almonte, suffering from severe burns. Later on Sunday they were transferred to the Civic Hospital in Ottawa.

CLIPPED FROMThe Ottawa CitizenOttawa, Ontario, Canada03 Jun 1947, Tue  •  Page 22

The cabins were rented to Mr. Marier by Thomas Gerrard, of 146 Marlborough avenue, Ottawa. Mr. Gerrard told The Journal his cabins wer partly – covered by insurance but his loss would be about $1,000. He doubted a rumor that the gasoline stove had exploded. “Whenever there is fire and a gasoline stove, too, people always say that”, he said. He pointed to the tank from the stove salvaged from the burned cabin and said it was intact. Firemen under Chief Alvin Balrd had to go far afield for water and stretched hundreds of yards of hose to the site. Chemicals were used but little was salvaged from th burned out houses.

One of the Lake Park Octagonal Cottages – Fred Castle

Nevis Cottage and the McLarens

Did you Know About the Wedding Cake Cottage?

What do You Know About the Hawthorne Cottage?

The Cottages of Mississippi Lake — Carleton Place Ontario

The Cottages of Mississippi Lake — Carleton Place Ontario

Barge on Fire and the Goat is in the Marsh 1902 Lake Park

Barge on Fire and the Goat is in the Marsh 1902 Lake Park

Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum Photo

Carleton Place, June 30, 1902

Many of the visitors to the regatta spent Sunday with friends in town. It will be interesting to the citizens of this town to know the general verdict of all the canoeists was that we have the best water course in Canada. The whole course is within fine view of Lake Park and there is no fear of of structions from boats or steamers, a fact much appreciated by those taking part in the races.

Vandals of the meanest type were at large during the early hours of Saturday morning after the regatta. The barge at Lake Park was set on fire and burned to the water’s edge with considerable contents and equipments for sleeping apartments provided by Mr. Salter for accommodation of visitors. He valueshis losses at $300 in which the guilty parties no doubtwill have to pay besides-their danger of being criminals punishe.

The poor, quiet, good-natured donkey also came in for a share of the so-called sport, being carried and thrown into the marsh. It was rescued, however, from its perilious position. This didn’t suffice their appetite for destruction. When they struck town they did considerable damage to some dwellings. Especially to the home of David Moffat and to Mr. William Muirhead’s store.

Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum photo 1902 Lake Park

Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum

  Here we have a photograph of Howard “Mickey” Morphy. Morphy paddled for Carleton Place as a Junior in 1902, an Intermediate in 1907, and a Senior in 1915. He also participated as a regatta official in the 1920s. Perhaps his greatest performance was at the 1906 CCA in Montreal, where he took the Intermediate Singles Championship, and participated in the Senior and Open War Canoe victories.

 June 21 1902 (Special)

The A. C. A. annual meet came to an end today though the weather was such as to make the events rather unsatisfactory, the wind during the esrller part of thf diy being almost as high and producing a sea almost as rough as that of the previous day. The committee met in the morning and heard the evidence regarding the protest of the start in the war canoe race paddled yesterday and though it was announced officially that the Grand Trunks had won the event yesterday the Judges today recalled the decision saying that it had been a dead heat for first place and that owing to the poor start the race would have to be repaddled.

This annoyed the Q. T. R-‘s. who claimed that they had won fairly and refused to compete again. The race was therefore, paddled without them. Smith’s Falls winning with Britannias second and Carleton Place third. The finish was the same order as on the previous day with the Trunks missing. A feature ot the program was the showing of E. Dey and M. Neate, who represented the Ottawa Canoe club. and the results indicated that It was strictly an Ottawa day and these two game young paddlers rook first amd second places in the singles and first in the tandem, in which events they were handicapped on the start.

McPhee, of Smith’s Falls, finished second in the single, but was disqualified for not turning his finish buoy properly. Not withstanding the unsatisfactory weather all the events on the program, with the exception of two, were pulled off. It was one of the worst hard-luck meets In the annals of the A. C. A. and old residents of Carleton Place say that it was many years since such a gale as that which characterized the meet has prevailed for two consecutive days.

The stationary upset race for a time record and the tilting tournament created a lot of the fun for the spectators. C. Johnson, of the Ottawa C C, got second place in the upset and Edgar Dey, Ottawa C. C, got third In the crab race, which was also an amusing event. Smith’s Falls was represented at the meet by crews which certainly know a thing or two about the paddling business, and the result of their performances should give a stimulus to paddling in the Junction Town.

The war canoe crew showed surprising form from Carleton Place, the home of the present meet, was carried to the front with honor In the senior fours in which the Carleton four beat out the strong Grand Trunk quartet in a magnificent trial. The winning four was composed of Wilson, McRostie, Powell and J. Welsh. The Grand Trunks seemed to have a cinch in the war canoe events, as they carried off the honors in the two in which they entered today.

Owing to the dissatisfaction with the work of Starter Rollo in the war canoe race of yesterday Mr. Harry Page, of Toronto, handled the pistol today and there was not a complaint on that score. Owing to the long list of events the program was not finished till almost 9 o’clock, and the last race, the quarter mile war canoe, was pulled of when the darkness almost made the crews in distinguishable.

The attendance had fallen off considerably from the 1st day though there was a fair representation present. The committee in charge of the meet has evidently something to learn in the way of providing the usual accomdation which is looked for at a regatta of the pretensions of this one. There were no printed programs giving the starters in the various races and information regarding the races was secured under difficulty. However, the committee had many obstacles to tend with and it is to be hoped that the rather unsatisfactory conditions will not injure the pastime as much as they might if there were no extenuating circumstances. Nearly all the canoeists packed up this evening and after the get-away scene Lake Park presented a rather deserted spectacle. Mr. P. P. Salter, proprietor of the Queen’s Royal Hotel, at Lake Park, did much to make the visitors comfortable. 

Read-The Devil, a Regatta, the Enterprise and a Gale

CLIPPED FROMThe Ottawa CitizenOttawa, Ontario, Canada06 Aug 1902, Wed  •  Page 1

July 1902 Perth Courier

seen on ebay

What Happened to the “Mississippi” Steamer?

War Canoes — Carleton Place Canoe Club – Clippings Photos

The Almonte Canoe Club Clippings

Canoe Club History- 1976 Dave Findlay

The New Carleton Place Canoe Club 1955- 1957

Ottawa Valley Canoe Association– (Carleton Place Canoe Club) and Lake Park Gala August 16 1893

The Devil, a Regatta, the Enterprise and a Gale

Carleton Place in 1907–Town Likely to Boom Once More

Know Your Carleton Place Olympians!

The Ministry of Propaganda in Carleton Place — Carleton Place Canoe Club

Looking for Information on Pooh Bell & The Powder Puffs

Three Cheers for Dave Findlay –The Movie

Who Was Mickey Morphy? Noteworthy Paddles to Portage

Family Photos– Mississippi Lake– Darlene Page

The Young Olympic Hopefuls-1970’s Carleton Place Canoe Club

The Heroine of White — Lanark County 1924 –Sweeney

The Heroine of White — Lanark County 1924 –Sweeney

March 1924– Almonte Gazette

The Ottawa Journal

Ottawa, Ontario, Canada04 Apr 1924, Fri  •  Page 6

Where was the village of White?

The Village of White is on the 511 at Campbells Rd a church still stands! 

The township comprises the communities of Arklan, Boyds, Brightside, Bullock, California, Cedardale, Clyde Forks, Clydesville, Dalhousie Lake, Elphin, Flower Station, Folger, French Line, Halls Mills, Halpenny, Hood, Hopetown, Joes Lake, Lammermoor, Lanark, Lavant, Lavant Station, Lloyd, Marble Bluff, McDonalds Corners, Middleville, Pine Grove, Poland, Quinn Settlement, Rosetta, Tatlock, Watsons Corners, and White, as well as the ghost town of Herrons Mills.

Rick Roberts

That’s actually the old school house at White. It was never a full time church. It is the second building that was built on that site. An earlier school house was closer to the road. My grandmother Lizzie James, attended school in the first school building from 1908-1916. Her husband, my grandfather Harold Devlin was in charge of schools in Darling Twp during the 1940s and 1950s until he died in 1958. It was also used for church services during summers when student ministers would board at my grandmother’s farm and hold services at White, Tatlock, and Flower Station. After the school was decommissioned it became a community hall. The community hall sign on it today was installed by my father and me in the early 1980s. read-S.S. #5 White School White Community Hall

The Lanark Era
Lanark, Ontario, Canada
24 May 1911, Wed • Page 5

Miss Tena Stewart War Heroine — Almonte Appleton and Carleton Place

S.S. #5 White School White Community Hall

The Heroine of Lake Ave East — 1969

Miss Eva Denault- Almonte 1911 Fire Heroine

Not Just Laura Secord–Elizabeth Barnett-Heroine

Margaret Helena Kellough — Nurse WW11– Clippings

In Memory of Silver Cross Mothers — thanks to Stuart McIntosh

Documenting Art Brown 1981

Documenting Art Brown 1981

This is Art Brown who retired from the Mississippi Mills fire Dept. Thank you to the MM Fire Dept for coming to help out with Carleton Place’s fire on Bridge Street last night.. #workingtogether#community

“Coming together is a beginning, staying together is progress, and working together is success.” – Henry Ford–

From Peter Harris mcgregor -//I can’t remember what year this was but that’s me and fire chief Art Brown rest in peace no more pain and suffering chief you will sadly be missed by many of the lives you touched and saved.

The Millstone

Heather Brown Fortington

Gazelle Reporter March 1981

Art Brown who operates the fire pumper, has been named firefighter of the year for 1980. Brown was named to the honour Thursday at the first annual firefighters appreciation night hosted by the Almonte Civitan Club. He was chosen by his peers, after fellow firefighters in the AlmonteRamsay department voted secretly for the man they thought had done outstanding service to the fire department in 1980. On the first occasion of what promises to be an annual event in Almonte, Civitan president Rick Eppich presented the award in the form of a plaque inscribed with the words, “in recognition of your outstanding and dedicated service to the community.” This was the first time the award has been presented, but the Almonte Civitan Club have planned to make the evening an annual celebration. The award was the idea of Civitan Gib Hodge, district east treasurer, and is based on similar awards night held each year in Smiths Falls. The awards presentation followed a banquet and speeches attended by members of the Almonte-Ramsay fired ep artm en t, their wives, and the hosts o f the evening, A lm onte C ivitan Club, After a roast beef dinner served by the ladies auxiliary of the Royal Canadian Legion, Civitan chairman L loyd C o n n o lly in tro d u ced the evening’s special guests. These included fire chief Bill Lowry and his wife Joyce, A lm onte m ayor Ron Pettem and his wife Jan.

Sid Oxenham , assistant fire marshal of O ntario, Civitan governor-elect of district east Ken Pilon and his wife Beverley, Almonte councillor Des Vaughan, and Ramsay councillor Jim Lowry and his wife Sandy, among others. Speakers throughout the evening paid tribute to the excellent record of the fire department since its creation more than 100 years ago on September 12, 1873. The department’s fine reputation today is due in great measure to the work of former fire chiefs and senior fire fighters such as Ross Stanley and Slip Washburn, said Bill Lowry, the current chief. Lowry said there was no doubt in his mind that Almonte has the best fire department in Lanark county. He pointed out that while the value of property destroyed in Almonte fires in Almonte and Ramsay in the last year totals about $7.5 million, the value of the property saved was at least $6.5 million. Lowry said he will be emphasizing fire prevention in the Almonte area this year, and captain Bob Drynan, in charge of fire prevention, will be making me any inspections.

photo from almonte.com

“Our idea is not to make life rough for you ,” said Lowry, “ but to save you money ,” A little history The Almonte fire department has come a long way since its foundation 100 years ago. Early firefighting equipment included horse drawn pumpers that required eight men to operate it by hand. Steam, then gas pumpers (one of these exploded) replaced these early models, Civitainess to make this community safe from fire,” he said. Under the Mutual Aid system, the Almonte department has fought fires in every municipality in the Lanark county, except in the distant ones of Lavant and Dalhousie.

Some of the great fires fought by the force were a 1939 fire that devastated the main street of Pakenham,

a 16- hour blaze in Lanark in 1959,

fires in Smiths Falls in 1971 and 75,

and a fire at the Arnprior high school in 1976.

The force was commended for its efforts in the rescue of passengers in the Christmas train wreck at the Almonte station in 1942. On the social side, the Almonte fire department for many years hosted great New Year’s Eve dances for the town. When that tradition waned, the department took up the idea of holding a giant pancake breakfast once a year for the entire community.


I miss the Air Raid Siren but it was fun to continue the tradition of the Annual Fire Department Pancake Breakfast in Almonte with my Dad and the girls #fairweekend #Almonte #thefriendlytown #hometowntraditions

The pancake event drew a record crowd of 1400 people. The department faces more changes in the future, with the reorganization of the force into an amalgamated Almonte-Ramsay department. The details of the amalgamation, which involves the purchase of several new pieces o f equipment by Ramsay township, are in the process of being worked out by fire officials and representatives of the two municipalities. While the force looks ahead to bigger and better things, it will con tinue to rely on the dedication and courage of the volunteers who have made it what it is today. Not the least of these volunteers, as Art Brown pointed out as he accepted his plaque Thursday, are the wives who support from behind the scenes all the efforts and achievements of their fire fighting husbands. “ We are nothing without them ,” said the generous Brown.

Two Ring Nozzles and Oil- Almonte Fire Dept 1874

Almonte Fire 1903

Collie Mill Fire Almonte October 1, 1965

The Fires in Almonte 1899

1906 — Business Block is a Smouldering Block of Ruins– More Fires of Almonte

The Almonte Fire– Bridge and Water Street 1903

The Almonte Fire of 1909

The Almonte Fire 1909– Bank Manager Badly Injured

lmonte Fire of Nolan’s and Wylie’s Stable

The Almonte Fire 1955– Almonte United Church

The Almonte Fire– Bridge and Water Street 1903

Miss Eva Denault- Almonte 1911 Fire Heroine

Remember The Almonte Fire Truck Company?

Things About Bill Lowry 1998

One Year Later After the Fire — 1960 Lanark Village

One Year Later After the Fire — 1960 Lanark Village

CLIPPED FROMThe Ottawa CitizenOttawa, Ontario, Canada11 May 1960, Wed  •  Page 27

It’s booming in Lanark today, 10 months after a disastrous fire just last June 15 that threatened to wipe this village of 900 off the map. George Street the main street -will never look the same as it as before the fire, but most residents feel the change will be for the better. New business places have sprung up from the fire-blackened rubble and more are being planned. In the residential section at least 14 new homes have been built since the fire.

A spanking new post office slated for the village even before last summer’s holocaust is nearly ready to open. And everyone is talking optimistically of a new industry coming to town. Of the 45 families who left the village after the disaster, at least one has returned to stay and there is good reason to believe more will do the same before the anniversary date rolls around in June. Rita Traill, who with her parents lost two houses and a flower shop in the fire, was the first to reopen for business, followed, by Wally Machan, one of the village barbers.

To young Don Drysdale, whose family store on the east side of George Street was reduced to ashes, the future also looks bright. His new dry goods, men’s and women’s ready to wear-shop, on the former Bank of Nova Scotia property, is drawing trade from a wide area. Gordon Caldwell was just getting his locker business started when the wind-whipped flames.

With courage and aid from the Lanark Fire Relief Fund Gordon Caldwell has opened a new and fully modern supermarket on the main street. At least three commercial lots in the heart of the business section are still unoccupied and their owners have not yet revealed their intentions. But it is generally felt that these lots could be acquired at reasonable cost by anyone interested in Lanark as a future business location. New Town Hall The whole town looks forward anxiously to construction of a new town hall, fire hall and library, planned for the site of the old but handsome town hall, swept by flames at the corner of Clarence Street.

Plans are being drawn by Ottawa consulting engineers Chalmers-MacKenzie Associates and surveyors have taken levels and marked out foundation limits for a new $100,000 building. When completed next year the new town hall will house the Lanark fire department, police station and two jail cells, a 400-seat auditorium, offices for the town clerk and municipal officials; a library, kitchen and council chamber. Overall dimensions call for a 153-foot frontage on Clarence Street and 96 feet on George Street.

About $50,000 was realized from insurance on the old town hall and the balance required to build the new fire resistant structure will be raised by debentures. Last fall the utilities commis sion brightened up the streets with modern fluorescent street lighting and last week, with a $5,000 Lanark County grant, local workmen began replacing side walks in the burned-out areas. A new assessment will be made this summer and it is felt that, considering the modern type of homes that are replacing the fire ruined area, a substantial boost in property values will indicate a cut in taxes in the near future.

The village faces a considerable capital investment which includes the new town hall, but the future looks bright for Lanark. Brows furrow when someone mentions the disastrous fire of last June 15 but their first remark is usually “we are very thankful that there was no loss of life and no one was injured”.

Councillor Erroll Mason, editor of The LanarK fcra which was spared by the flames, took stock of the town after the fire. These are the business places he found were destroyed by flames:

Campbell’s Sash and Door, Traill’s Flower Shop, Homell’s Store. Charlton’s Grocery, Bell Telephone Office, Hewitt’s Bak ery, Machan’s Barber Shop, Drys-dale’s Store, Lee’s Hardware; Strang’s Drug Store, Quinn’s Shoe Repair, Wright’s Hotel, Lanark Locker Plant, MacFarlane’s Hardware. Lanark 5c to $1 Store (partially), Glenayr Knit boiler house roof and one large warehouse.

Municipal buildings destroyed were the town hall and fire hall; organization buildings lost were the Lanark branch of the Canadian Legion and the Masonic Temple. On Sundays after the fire, Lanark became a tourist mecca as people for miles came to see the effects of the devasating fire. Business places they found still standing were: Glenayr Knit Ltd. The Bank of Nova Scotia, O. E. Rothwell Lumber Co., The Lanark Era. Matthie and Gagne, Young’s Planing Mill and Furniture, Ferricr’a Garage, Murphy’s Meat Store, Topping’s Store, Campbell’s Restaurant, Munro’s Garage, McCulloch’s Feed Store and the Clyde Nursing Home.

The two burned-out areas the fire jumped across the main street were quickly levelled by bulldozers. Fire scarred trees and poles were cut down and wreckage hauled away. Only vacant fields remained where the once busy business places stood. A total of $92,541 was raised by the fire relief fund and this was matched by a grant from the Ontario government. The scars have healed over. The town is on the mend.

CLIPPED FROMThe Ottawa CitizenOttawa, Ontario, Canada11 May 1960, Wed  •  Page 27

Two Years After the Lanark Fire 1961

Images of the Day After the Lanark Fire June 16 1959–

More Clippings– Lanark Fire 1959

The Aftermath of the Lanark Fire June 1959

The Lanark Fire of 1895

Lanark Fire 1959– Hour by Hour

The Lanark Fire June 15th 1959

June 17 1959– The Day After the Fire in Lanark Village

The Taylor Brothers from Carleton Place — Lanark Village Fire 1911

Remember the Village Queen in Lanark?

Wilbert Foster Garage Fire —Lanark

Fred Orok Clippings- Lanark

Hanging With the Almonte Police 1984 —Joe Banks

Hanging With the Almonte Police 1984 —Joe Banks

Just before the pick-up truck did a sweeping U-turn directly in front of the cruiser, I told constables Tom O ‘Connor and Stan Carter that I thought I knew how a monkey felt. “This cage is only 12 inches from my face,” I said, crammed into the backseat of cruiser 10- 369, the one with the metal screen between the front and rear seats. It’s supposed to protect the driver from a kick in the head or a spitting, or what bad guys could inflict from the back scat. “There’s no leg room, either.’ I just got those words out when the radio crackled.

It was Corporal Jack Munden back at base. We were to watch for a dark pick up full of kids, eggs and beer; a volatile combination. “ There they are,” Stan said, pointing to the south corner of Bridge and Water streets, just across from the town hall. The truck blatantly turned in front of the cruiser and headed south on Bridge Street, picking up speed. We followed, hitting the tracks at accelerating speed with lights flashing. All I could think of was the banjo music accompanying a chase scene on the Dukes of Hazzard. It was 9:15 pm. Luke needn’t feel threatened; the chase was a short one. The truck pulled over with its load of masked men, cartoned eggs and cold beer; all the ingredients for a night on the town.

The mood around the parked truck was jovial. A couple of the lads wearing rubber gorilla and monster masks smoked cigarettes through the openings. One of them whispered the word under his breath as he saw a six-pack of Labatt’s disappear into the hack of the cruiser. Tom filled out the citation quietly. Stan chatted with some OPP up from Perth, checking to see if Almonte needed help, A crowd was gathering at the end of High Street, where we’d pulled the truck over. It was show time. We heard that a mattress had been set on fire in the middle of Mill Street. Minutes later, I took a chance and decided to walk up to the ‘pool room corner’ after.

Number 369 headed back to the station to drop the confiscated goods off. I was being either very brave or very foolish– and I didn’t feel very brave. It was apparent I wasn’t going to last long at the corner without an egg-shell shampoo. I snapped off some shots of the fire as quickly as the flash would charge, which wasn’t soon enough. Eggs started landing around my feet. The mattress in the middle street burned brighter, shards of glass could be seen in the flickering light. They were from bottles, however. A window hadn’t been torched. The sidewalks were slick with egg and the calvary, constables Gerry Murphy and Greg Dainschinko in cruiser 10-557 (no cage), pulled up

“ Have you got room for three skinned raccoons,” came Stan’s voice over 557’s radio.

Greg looked at Gerry and Gerry looked at Greg. I tried to imagine what three skinned raccoons looked like and I knew there was no room for them. En route to a check behind Lee Pro Hardware, we pulled over a car for a spot check. Nothing transpired, but just before we climbed back into the cruiser, an incredible barrage of eggs rained down on us. It was a well-timed ambush and the projectiles were well-aimed. I ducked behind the cruiser, two eggs brushing the side of my head. Greg was hit in the shoulder, hut the left side of the cruiser absorbed the bulk of the attack. The car looked like a battered omelette, with shell and yoke solidifying on the windshield.

We drove back to the “front” — the terminology the men were using to describe the pool room corner. The fire was rising ten feet high by now, making upper Mill Street with its Shipman building under renovation look more like a section of Beirut than the commercial centre of an Ottawa Valley town. Garbage, pieces of wood and glass were everywhere. More eggs slammed into the windshield as we watched, parked on the corner. Gerry wheeled the car into the parking lot adjoining the Shipman building.

“They’ll have that plywood off the roof before long” he said, Greg said, “ They’re not even , wound up yet.”

We saw three or four youths sprinting away from the building. Just keep them moving, the constables agreed. Herd them like sheep. As long as there’s no rocks or golf balls or gasoline. “ Hey,” I remarked, inspecting my pants and coat, “I don’t believe it. Not even an egg mark.” “Yet,” Greg added.

One of the suspected egg attackers was stopped. “Get in ,” Greg told him . A few minutes later, he said, “give us the eggs’ ‘ and Gerry wheeled the cruiser down Brae Street. “ I haven’t got any,” came the answer from the masked man. “ You can search me if you w ant.” His voice was quivering. They knew who he was. They advised him to can the fun and go home. He was let off three blocks down the street. We drove out of the commercial section, away from the battle scene on Mill Street. The firemen continued to monitor the situation, but did not bring in the pumper. They knew what would happen. Not only would they and the truck pumper be pelted while dousing the flames, but the fire would be started again soon after they left. No, best to let them have their fun. Best to let the fire burn itself out, Greg said, and clean it up in the morning.

The quiet of the residential streets was a marked contrast to the front, but it gave the policemen time to reflect on the evening’s events. “ You know, Joe, we should take our hats off to these kids,” he said seriously. “ Things could be a hell of a lot worse. Give credit where credit is due.” And then he said that: “there is a handful of bad apples,” though most of them, he acknowledged are in the can.”

It was 10:29 pm.

“Where are you Greg? the radio crackled. “We just passed Blackburn’s,” he answered. Stan was on the other end and wanted us to box some kids in an alley beside the Superior Restaurant, “ They’ve got water bombs or paint bombs or something,” he said. The cat and mouse game went on. The kids were long gone, but Greg spotted two of them who looked as if they were squaring off, ready to fight behind the Baker building. Gerry pulled the cruiser up and Greg got out. He asked them about eggs, frisked them and stopped suddenly as if jolted by a bolt of lightning. “ Sorry!” he exclaimed, face blushing. He climbed back into the cruiser. “Make sure you know who you’re frisking,” he said. “ I just made a mistake.” He had been mistaken about a girl dressed as an old man, a hobo. Score one for the kids.

The mood lightened in the cruiser, though it had never exactly taken on the air of a well-played police drama. These guys knew what to expect and little of what happened this night was going to be a surprise. It was shaping up to be an evening of the usual harmless hijinks. And that’s how it went, for the most part. Back at the front, the shouts and screams were dimming, though the mattress and boards were still burning on Mill Street.

“What are you doing here John ?” Gerry asked a young fellow picked up after he was spotted carrying a real estate sign to add to the fire. The youth, over from Carleton Place for the evening, said he was just there for a few laughs, no harm meant, “And no harm d o n e ,” Gerry said matter-of-factly. “ But I think you’ve had your fun tonight, don’t you?” John admitted yes. He was let off at the next corner. We returned to the pool room.

Greg looked non chalantly at the fire. “Do you know if they celebrate Halloween in Ireland?” he asked. People must be saying, ‘look at those cops sitting there not doing a damn thing,’ ” said Gerry surveying the activities at the front behind the wheel. I thought, those are the same people who would be the first to call a cop if they were pelted by an egg. It was 11:06 pm and the fire was still burning well. By now, bales o f hay had been added to it. Six minutes later, after another in a continuing series of egg barrages, I was with Stan and Tom again.

We took a quick drive to Almonte Motors, where a car was being reportedly tipped over. We saw the kids sprinting from the scene, but there was no sign of damage. At 11:30, we were making our way down a quiet residential street. “ You know ,” said Gerry, “they used to kick the s— out o f that place on Halloween,” gesturing to the house of a prominent Almonte citizen. “There’s nothing this year though.”

We turned the corner, the styrofoam coffee cups on the floor rolled, and he described an incident six or seven years ago that unnerved more than a few townsfolk. As they were this year, the kids had been throwing eggs at cars. They hit one, the driver stopped got out, and brandished a gun. Halloween had become a serious game. And how did he, I asked, compare Halloween to the others? Tom answered, voice rasping, “ exceptionally quiet. There’s usually a lot of calls in, but there’s not that many this year.” Later I’d found out there had only been one all night. Members of the local radio club were helping out in the surveillance o f the town, and alerted the base to any goings on.

We met some of the crew about every ten minutes, parked silently in a shadow or driving through and past the front. It was past midnight and the carnival-like atmosphere that prevailed on Mill Street for much of the night was dissolving. But as we sat directly across from the Royal Bank, another ambush transpired. This time Constable Tom O ’C o nnor, whose window was open, caught an egg on the shoulder. The night wasn’t over yet. A half-hour later, I was again riding with 557. Shortly after leaving the station, Greg spotted someone he knew. “ Stop there a sec,” he said quickly. “That kid’s been carrying eggs around all night.” When he was searching him , he accidentally broke an egg in the young fellow’s pocket. The teenager muttered something I couldn’t make out. Greg got back in the car and we left.

“Hey, Mister, don’t you think it’s past your bed time?” Gerry Murphy asked a youth hanging on to the beer store sign post. “You’re on probation aren’t you?” The kid nodded. “ If I see you out on the street again,” he told him as we drove past the probation office.” And then he added, “ Y ou’ve been drinking too? Underage?” But he let the lad off with a warning; it probably would be enough. “ He’s basically not a bad kid ,” Gerry said as we drove off. “ They’re just like little lambs. They’s got to be led. But this one is not a bad kid at all. He got into some trouble at the arena a little while back.”

On our way back downtown, I remarked about the number of smashed eggs around town. “ The old chickens must be working overtime tonight,” Gerry joked. We pickced up Greg, who had been on foot for about a half-hour checking out the alleyways and doorways downtown. The two policemen compared notes and swapped names of kids they’d spotted. No sooner had they finished, when one of them saw a youth holding what appeared to be eggs.”Are those golf balls he’s got?” Gerry asked. “ Yeah, let’s take a run over.” Three or four were hanging out on the steps of the Royal Bank, still wearing the identity-hiding masks. “ Isn’t it past your bedtime band Tito ?” Gerry asked one dressed as a Mexican bandit: I stepped on an empty coffee cup. The night was getting old. The kids moved on.

“Just make sure,” Greg said, noticing me taking notes, “that you put in there just how good the kids are in this town. It’s been a long year, and they could’ve gotten even lots of times. ” It was true. Tonight could have been a disaster, as it had been a number of years ago. Even those kids we just stopped could have told the police where to get off. Or, they could have broken a few hundred windows. Or they could have made life generally unpleasant for the merchants.

“Stop here at this truck,” Greg said as we passed a black four by four. It was 1 am , early Thursday morning. For the first time that night, Greg took out the A L E R T , a small box-like device used to determine whether a driver should be driving or not after drinking. He explained carefully and purposefully to the driver what the device did, and asked him if he understood what it was to be used for. The driver nodded yes. “ That’s a warning,” he told him after the driver blew into the tube. “Under the Highway Traffic Act, that means I can seize your licence for 12 hours.” The driver understood, and was cooperative. The only problem was, he couldn’t find his driver’s licence.

For me, that was the last, first hand ride of the night. It was well after 1, and police work was becoming tiring. Back at the office, Jack Munden poured another coffee. “It’s fresh out of our new coffee maker. Sure you don’t want any?” I declined, having already ingested enough that night to float a ship. The base radio was inactive. Jack was happy. Halloween, once a feared evening in this town, passed without a single serious incident.

To show for this year’s antics, the detachments had seized dozens of cartons o f eggs, some barbecue starters and beer. There wasn’t a soul in the lock-up. Detachment number 10-60 Almonte, with all four constables and a corporal on duty, had coped. For an Ottawa Valley town of Almonte’s notoriety on Halloween night, to an outsider, that might seem remarkable. But to those who know better, Almonte’s notorious reputation is now a thing of the past, a story to be remembered by yesterday’s youths when they swap lies with their friends in bars. The image, certainly for me, had been laid to rest

The Day After Halloween in Almonte –1979

The Ongoing Fight of Rooney’s and Karl’s Grocery — Part 2

The Seven-Barrelled ‘pepper box’ Revolver — Rosamond Fight — July 1875

Chief Irvine Preys on Motorists According to Almonte

Chatterton’s Hotel Pakenham– Fire 1871

Chatterton’s Hotel Pakenham– Fire 1871

Feb 1871

The beds and stables attached to Chatterton’s Hotel Pakenham, were destroyed by fire on the morning of the 7th together with the horses, a quantity of hay,etc. The alarm soon attracted a number of people of the town and their whole exertions were turned to saving the hotel. Through the extraordinary efforts of Mr. Wm. Dicksonson and others this was eventually  accomplished. A gentleman on the Opeongo Road was the owner of a valuable team destroyed; another was owned by a party from Portage du Fort. Dr. Pickkup of Pakenham lost one horse, and the mail contractor from Pakenham to Ottawa another. April 1871

The former Commerical Hotel in Pakenham was leased by Mr. Samuel D Chatterton in 1868 from Mr. Dickson and renamed it the Ontario House.

CLIPPED FROMOttawa Daily CitizenOttawa, Ontario, Canada06 Jul 1872, Sat  •  Page 4

CLIPPED FROMOttawa Daily CitizenOttawa, Ontario, Canada21 Jul 1880, Wed  •  Page 1

CLIPPED FROMThe Ottawa JournalOttawa, Ontario, Canada05 Feb 1887, Sat  •  Page 3

CLIPPED FROMOttawa Daily CitizenOttawa, Ontario, Canada05 Sep 1871, Tue  •  Page 2

DetailSource-1871 Census

Name:Saml D Chatterton[Samuel D Chatterton]
Marital Status:Married
Origin:Scottish (Scotish)
Birth Date:1840
Birth Place:Ontario
Residence Place:Pakenham, Lanark North, Ontario
District Number:80
Religion:Weslyan Methodist
Occupation:Hotel Keeper
Family Number:48
Neighbours:View others on page
Household Members (Name)AgeSaml D Chatterton31Margaret Chatterton29Estella Chatterton6Susan Chatterton1/12Harcourt Howlett33

Samuel D. Chatterton

BIRTHunknownDEATH28 Oct 1904BURIAL

Albert Street CemeteryArnprior, Renfrew County, Ontario, Canada

You Didn’t Need to Sell Whiskey to Make Money

British Hotel Pakenham –Mrs. McFarlane

Letter from Davis House to Scotts in Pakenham- Adin Daigle Collection– Where Was Davis House?