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Tragedy in Carleton Place 1919 — Spanish Flu — Trotman Family


Thanks to Jim Houston for this clipping from The Carleton Place Newspaper from March 8th 1951.

Although the flu epidemic which has swept Carleton Place as well as many other communities this year has not been characterised by fatal results due to modern science, the terrible days of 1919 have been brought to the minds of many who lost relatives and friends.

The following is a clipping published in Carleton Place newspapers during the week of February 2, 1919.

A Double Funeral

A sad pitiful spectacle rare anywhere in Canada, rarer still in Carleton Place was that of two hearses passing along Bridge Street on Monday afternoon. One contained the body of Mr. Bert. Trotman and the other that of his sister Pearl– she had died at 6 o’clock on Sunday evening, the other at 7; the daughter at her fathers and the son at his own home. Each had contracted the influenza. ( Spanish Flu)

Bert, apparently had an iron frame and it was thought he might be a conqueror. He was 28 and his sister, 23. Bert was a moulder at Findlay Bros. and the Findlay workers rallied and formed a long cortege of great length behind the hearse.

Their father, Mr. Harry Trotman is very ill. One boy, Fred was killed in an accident at the front. It will thus be seen that this family has had afflictions to a degree of suffering and sacrifice seldom recorded. Bert leaves a widow, so low as to be kept to be kept from the knowledge of her husband’s death, and two small children. Mrs. Trotman, sr., is a daughter of Mr. James Rowledge, Lake Ave.


We deeply regret to announce during Tuesday night, Mr. Harry Trotman passed away. His death is the third in the family in three days and there will be more deaths in Carleton Place. Mr. Trotman was born in England and came with his parents to Carleton Place in 1884. He was 53 years of age. One brother Richard lives in Smiths Falls. The funeral takes place this afternoon to Maplewood cemetery.

Still Later

This morning Mrs. Bert Trotman and her daughter passed away making 5 deaths in the family since Sunday evening. Since this story was published it has been learned that only the 3 youngest members of the family of 7 are living. They are” Wilfred, who resides on Bridge Street and is a retired moulder at Findlays, Ernest, residing on William Street, a moulder, and Austin who purchased a farm in Franktown in 1946.

Mrs. Lloyd Moore, oldest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Bert Trotman,victims of the flu, made her home with her grandmother until her marriage and now lives at Monkland, Ontario, where her husband is a cheesemaker.

The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
11 Feb 1919, Tue  •  Page 13

February 16, 1951

FLU EPIDEMIC IN CANADA AIR FORCE BASE CLOSED MONTREAL, Feb. 14. (A.A.P.)Canada’s influenza epidemic, which has stricken 120,000 people and caused more than 100 deaths, struck hard in Ontario to-day. The new outbreak forced officials to close the Royal Canadian Air Force base at Aylmer, Quebec where over 30,000 children are away from school, was still the hardest hit area.

The Ottawa Journal
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
09 Mar 1951, Fri  •  Page 4

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They Lived and Died in Lanark County

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Think the Smallpox issue on Outlander was far fetched?

Smallpox in Carleton Place — Did You Know?

The Great White Plague

Are you a Klutz?

Are you a Klutz?

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I was born on the 24th day of July, which according to family legend, was the hottest day of the year. According to the “stories” of Arthur J. Knight, it took my mother a couple of days to try and force me out into the world. Other old wives tales debate this fact, but the general idea is trouble always finds me. I was supposedly born a perfect sized child with green cat eyes, blonde hair, and a streak of klutziness that has followed me for years.

When I was 5 after hearing stories of cold weather, tongues, and steel posts, the dreaded deed was done. Do not attempt this at home kids, and yes, warm water works best.

At age 6 I didn’t see a car coming and got hit by a car trunk. Arthur Knight’s stories say I flew up higher than neighbour’s roof, and I put one hell of a dent on that trunk. I woke up on the couch with Dr. Roy telling everyone I would be okay and my grandfather offering me a Davy Crockett cake and some Classics Illustrated Comics about Jesus. I was “Queen of the Wild Frontier” with biblical tones for a few days.

At age 7 I put a Quebec tin license plate on the back of my tricycle and fell off the sidewalk while speeding up the street. When I got back on my bike I noticed I could see my leg bone. The license plate corner had gouged a huge hole in my thigh.

“No stitches were needed”, said Dr. Roy.

They were trying out new special bandages and I was basically first on my block to try them. It was such a wonderful idea they did away with them within the year. To this day I have a huge scar that looks like a pair of lips on my inner thigh.

Skateboards became the rage and I owned a wooden one with tin wheels. I have vertigo, yet I went up and down that almost 90 degree hill with the best of them. I fell a few times, but received only small scrapes. My neighbourhood friends thought it was funny to see this chubby kid with the blonde flip hairdo going down that hill at death defying speeds. That was because I kept my arms out straight screaming at the top of my lungs as the skateboard travelled downward.

One day Reverend Peacock’s handsome sons came to skate and I got on my board humming “Jimmy Mack” and awaited my turn trying to impress them. I had no idea that childhood friends Russell and Randall were hiding in the bushes that day.

No, not one single idea at all.

Days later our  parents had just settled the “snake incident” and I thought the two of them were finally going to leave me alone. Half way down that hill they jumped out of the side bushes screaming at the top of their lungs. Needless to say I fell off, rolled down the rest of that hill and took half my knee cap off.

End of skateboard career.

End of impressing the Peacock boys.

End of my life I thought as people talked about this for months.

Years pass and every second day seems to be filled with stubbed toes, bruised elbows and paper cuts. Yes paper cuts. They can be quite painful you know.



Let’s see – I have slipped down a back staircase with ballet shoes much like a water ride. Then I tried to tape a 50 pound box on a broken wooden TV table and it fell and broke my toe. Seven months pregnant with son number two I laughed when I saw the 100 foot wall of fabric in my old sewing factory tilt. Forty minutes later I was buried under it with a metal pipe crushed into my back.  Then I once did the splits in my store without warming up and heard a “pop” that broke windows around the world and I could barely walk for days.

The best one was falling down the basement stairs years ago and then finding out that Aleve* was no longer available in Canada. I swear everyone heard my voice for blocks in Shoppers Drugmart saying,

“What do you mean it’s banned in Canada because it could cause heart attacks?”

Yes, I will live another day, another hour, with stubbed toes, bruised elbows or another paper cut as:

My name is klutz and Jimmy Mack is never coming back.  Now I don’t move that much anymore and it’s just the flu– over and over and over LOL