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The Mini Golf Course — Let’s Pump it Up with Franktown Road Memories

The Mini Golf Course — Let’s Pump it Up with Franktown Road Memories
BeforeTim Hortons on Coleman Street- Robert McDonald 2010
Scot Moore is drinking coffee at Tim Hortons (144 FRANKTOWN ROAD, Carleton Place, ON, Canada).

Dave StuartUsed to be a mini golf course

Ray PaquetteThe Golf course was managed by Cheryl Coker who gave my son one of his first jobs….

Brent Hurdis Mrs Gee’s egg rolls were there at one time fabulous

Robert Hawkins-FeDukeSite of the second Carleton Place railway station.

Photo from Museum of Science and Technology-Aubrey Mattingly=Memories of When Rail was King- Carleton Place-click

Ray PaquetteAt one time, there was a tennis court between the railway lines east of the Wool Growers…

The old golf shack on the left– Farmers Market- Merle Bowes

The golf shack moved to the Bodnar property/ Mississippi Shores

Ray Paquette

One of my son’s first jobs was working for Carla Coker at the Miniature Golf…

Andy Duff

I remember there was a contest to name the golf course. It was named lambsdown park. I came in second place with “Mutton but fun” and won a sheepskin rug from the woolgrowers. We lived just around the corner on Moore street.

Kate Hurdis

I remember going there when I was a kid. I’m sure at the time it was owned by Donna Zeman. The gazebo where the office was, was super hot and uncomfortable during the summer. The building was moved to the end of Lake Avenue West across from Riverside Park.

I was really young so I don’t have too many memories of it but I do remember my brother getting really angry at one of the holes and I’m pretty sure there was a windmill that always seemed to get in his way.

Ray Paquette

At one time, there was a tennis court between the railway lines east of the Wool Growers…

Documenting Franktown Road Before it Changes

So Who Lived at 410 Franktown Road?

Well, We’re Movin’ On Up to Franktown Road

Last night at the same location Nov 29 2022 Santa Parade Photo by Scot Moore

Do You Know This Man? Wave’s Inn –Lorie Paul

Do You Know This Man? Wave’s Inn –Lorie Paul
345 Franktown Road- Wave’s Inn– photo Lorie Paul

Hi Linda. My name is Lorie Paul. I moved to Carleton Place last October, but have had a family cottage on the lake for over 60 years. My Dad (Kenneth Paul) grew up on Napoleon St. I have this picture of my Dad working at what was a lunch counter at 345 Franktown Road (Wave’s Inn). He would have been around 14 or 15 at the time, so early to mid 1930s.

I have always wondered who the other gentleman in the picture was. Wondering if I should post the picture to see if anyone knows who it is, and perhaps a family member would like to see it as well. I’m not sure if I’m allowed to post in any of the Carleton Place FB pages. My dad is standing on the left in the picture. Thanks so much, and have a great day.

Down At the Twist and Shout–Wave’s Inn

Interesting Tidbits — Frances Moore

Straight Outta Carleton Place High School — Wava McDaniel Baker

Documenting Franktown Road Before it Changes

Interesting Tidbits — Frances Moore

Interesting Tidbits — Frances Moore

I came across this article while doing some more research on the McNeely family that I had done for Jennifer this year.– Frances Moore



This would have been originally Moore Land, I believe there was also a reference in onland.ca regarding this road allowance, but the property was sold to McNeelys at some point.  I’m guessing this is eventually where Wava Armstrong (my mother’s sister) had Wave’s Inn.  Wava’s daughter was Joan Hamilton.


“The corporation of the township of Beckwith in this action seeks to have part of lot 14 in the 11th concession of the township, owned by the defendant, declared part of the public road crossing the lot.  The road in question is a very old one leading from Franktown to Carleton Place and within the memory of those living at  the present time has been the width of about forty feet.

About ten years ago the council was asked, by the largest petitions from interested parties, to have the road opened to a uniform width of sixty-six feet, and from time to time expanded money in the purchase from owners of the land through which the road passes of sufficient land for the purpose.  In this way the road has been opened sixty-six feet wide from Franktown to the defendant’s lot, which is partly within the town of Carleton Place.

About the time the council came to deal with the authorities–had taken action in reference to the opening of the road, and from the copy of the plan it appeared to be sixty-six feet wide.  The council therefore effused to purchase from the defendant, and brought the action to recover possession of two strips of land enclosed by the defendant’s fences, which were needed to make the road sixty-six feet wide.  The defendant disputed the validity fo the proceedings of the quarter sessions, upon various grounds, and asserted that the road was simply a forced road and that the public were entitled simply to the the use of the travelled portion.

During the trial some interesting evidence was adduced.  A record of the roads laid out by the quarter sessions reaching back as far as 1823 was filed, as also a deed dated August 1824 from the surveyor of highways of a road allowance in the township Sheriff Thompson was called to prove the destruction of the court house by fire in 1840 and the loss of all official documents, in order to account for the non-production of some documents necessary to show the proper establishment of the road.  Judgement in the case was reserved.  Aylesworth, KC, EG Malloch and George Findlay, counsel for Plff, Watson KC and JA Allan, counsel and JSL McNeely, solicitor for defendant.



Down At the Twist and Shout–Wave’s Inn

So Who Lived at 410 Franktown Road?

Straight Outta Carleton Place High School — Wava McDaniel Baker


Putting Together Pieces About Historical Homes– John Moore’s House –Napoleon Street

Documenting Franktown Road Before it Changes

Now You see it, Now You Don’t: The Disappearing and Reappearing of the Tim Horton’s Subterranean

Now You see it, Now You Don’t: The Disappearing and Reappearing of the Tim Horton’s Subterranean


Photos by Bill and Carole Flint= The Sky Pilots

A disappearing stream or subterranean (under Tim Horton’s Franktown Road) is the term used to describe a stream or a river, which flows into a sinkhole or a crack. There is a geological reason for this vanishing act: the bedrock under Tim Horton’s on Franktown Road is made of early Carboniferous (around 325-360 million years old) limestone. Limestone is prone to dissolving when it comes into contact with slightly acidic rain water, creating of fissures, sinkholes, and underground channels and caves (Pike Hole) that surface water can escape into.

In the past the stream flowed down Rochester Street where memories of opening up basement windows to let the flood streams go through are still talked about. Then it flows under my house (Springside Hall on Lake Ave E.) where in the Spring before we bought it and installed sump pumps after the first Spring the basement waters would be about 4-5 feet deep.

From there it flows into the old stream at the bottom of Lisgar Street where that stream was once a lot bigger. Big enough to warrant a small bridge on Lake Ave East where there was a small bridge near Beckwith Street. The staff at Nichols/Waugh used to clean their work tools in the stream on a daily basis on the corner of Lake Ave East.

But, where does it come back to the surface again? It is commonly stated that it reappears a few miles downstream and flows out at the arena. I asked our popular photographer John Rayner to shoot some photos, if he was near the arena, so we can see where it finally flows out into the Mississippi River.

So thanks to John here it is.

All Photos courtesy of John Rayner ac-pic-sm

These are just some of his fabulous photos–see the rest his Lanark Couty photos here on his blog The AC is Always On..

                      Go to about where there is a path between the ball fields.
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That scene above was to my back as I looked at the drain pipe.pipe (metal) below.
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There is another drain pipe (plastic) to the left as you look toward the river from the path, but it didn’t look as though it had discharged anything for awhile.
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I was able to go down the embankment to look back at the drain pipe (the metal one).
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A young nimble-footed person might have been able to get to where your stream enters the Mississippi, but I am neither young nor nimble, so I took a few photos back up on the trail, all to the right (toward the arena) of the drain pipe above. You can see where they meet up below, with your stream being on the foreground.
​All Photos courtesy of John Rayner
So that’s all I’ve got for you. You might see better later in the fall when all of the leaves have fallen.
I didn’t know about this, so it was fun to explore and find it.
Thanks John!!
 I grew up on Lake Ave. E. in the last war time house. We played in treasure valley a lot. Spring time we would build a raft in the pond in the valley and skate on it in the winter. Summers we played house at the ledges of rock going into the valley. One time some boys had bows and arrows. The end of the arrow had a nail on it. As we were running home guess who got an arrow in her little behind. That’s right me!

Photo-Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum-This map dates to 1868 with updates in red done in 1873. Rochester Street didn’t exist in 1868 “This has become the division line by length of occupation”. The name Rochester is penciled in red in the 1873 update along with “this part of Street laid out by third parties”.

Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum The stream crossing under 12 Con. (now Lake Avenue East) had A BRIDGE! (at the corner of Beckwith Street). This stream still runs, mostly underground, but is visible in backyards along Argyle Street, and then again along Sussex Avenue.


Is that part of Tannery Creek? This is the barn where Canadian Tire was..

Peter Iveson- There was Tannery Creek– it emerged on the east side of Beckwith Street and ran between the MacDougal House and where Canadian Tire was, then run under the CPR tracks and eventually went through the old dump and into The Mississippi River.

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in The Townships Sun and Screamin’ Mamas (USA)

Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read. Also check out The Tales of Carleton Place.


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Friday October the 13th– 6:30.. meet in front of the old Leland Hotel on Bridge Street (Scott Reid’s office) and enjoy a one hour Bridge Street walk with stories of murder mayhem and Believe it or Not!!. Some tales might not be appropriate for young ears. FREE!–


Here we go Carleton Place– Mark Your Calendars–
Friday October the 13th– 6:30.. meet in front of the old Leland Hotel on Bridge Street (Scott Reid’s office) and enjoy a one hour Bridge Street walk with stories of murder mayhem and Believe it or Not!!. Some tales might not be appropriate for young ears. FREE!–

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!!!

OCT 28th
Downtown Carleton Place Halloween Trick or Treat Day–https://www.facebook.com/events/489742168060479/

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The Edwards Grocery Fire


Thank you to Valerie Edwards for sending this to me.

It can also be seen on this link



Three Business Houses and Six Homes Destroyed on the Queen’s Birthday





The original store after the addition and the brickwork was completed. (before 1905 destroyed this building. – Edwards‎ Family Photo Collection Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum



 Edwards‎ Family Photo Collection Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum

This building was destroyed by fire in 1905. Another building was soon built on its foundation and remained for about 100 years before being torn down to allow the town to build the right hand turn onto Coleman Street from Franktown Road. Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum from the Edwards Photo Collection 


At 5:40 Wednesday afternoon last the fire-bells poured forth their clanging notes from their various towers. A hurricane was blowing – a South-Western. There had been high winds all day and those who carried responsibility were just beginning to become easy of mind. A vast volume of smoke near the station revealed the situation. The cry went forth that the Shops were on fire, followed by the corrected shout that it was the large three story brick block just purchased by Messrs. Aboud and Abraham. Mr. McLaren and his son pulled the fire-engine into the street, where Harry Hilliard hooked it up in a twinkling. With Engineer Bennett, Assistant Engineer McLaren and Firemen Virtue and Walters aboard, Mr. Hilliard began his race for life down the pike.



 Edwards‎ Family Photo Collection Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum


Before the ten to six local arrived the engine was ready for action in the yard of the Willow Terrace where is a large tank supplied by the C.P.R. After the train passed and the pipes could be connected, two powerful streams began to play on the fire, which was a quarter of a mile away. Meanwhile the flames, which had started in the roof of a back shed, began to vigorously back up against the wind and to go forward with it. At the same time they deliberately widened. The Syrians got out all the goods possible in the first floor. But the whirlwind of blaze quickly ended this work and the spectacle became like that of a high, huge furnace, the numerous windows openings for the display of the operations of the carousing fiend.



This is building is at the corner of Franktown and Coleman-t was built by James Howard Edwards and his brother as a store to replace the store they had in the building at the corner destroyed by fire on May 24, 1905— Edwards‎ Family Photo Collection Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum


The light barns and storehouses behind were soon demolished and then began the fiery attack on the solid brick home of Mr. Bradford, the solid brick of Mr. A. Saunders and the big double brick of Mr. Frank Nagle, the gift of his father the late Thomas Nagle, and the home of himself and Mr. W. J. Porter. Adjacent to Mr. Saunders were the stable and home of Mr. Clarence Hunter. Sparks and smoke embraced these wooden buildings. He was away up the lake, but friends mounted the roofs and while they pulled cinders from their eyes piled water on the blistering shingles. This property was saved. Seven other houses in the track of the tornado took fire, namely, Mr. Bremner’s, Mrs. Charley Stewart’s, Mr. Abernethy’s, Mr. LeBaron’s, Mr. Hamilton’s, Mr. Lambert’s and Mr. Purdy’s. Pails of water saved each. Retracing our steps to the place of beginning we hear the crowd debating whether in the absence of the Edwards Brothers at a merry pic-nic on the higher Mississippi, they should break in and save their books and goods.


 Edwards‎ Family Photo Collection Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum

His building was nearly as fireproof as possible and this assurance gave halt to the trumpets of impetuosity. The wind and fire in jolly league laughed at the delay, seeing which a formidable foot crushed in the door. The books and papers were first cared for and the cash, too. Then began the clearing of the shelves and counters. None too soon was it. Indeed large quantities were left behind. The flames, like one annoyed at the loss of immediate booty, now took a livelier turn. They simply tore their way through this building and on into and through that of Mr. Eastwood emerging not far from the C.P.R. telegraph office in a big balloon of fire, solid, round, hissing fire, mad at its detention and magnificent in its fury. Now came the spectacle of shots of flame, as all these timber buildings offered themselves a prey. Smoke in thick, black volumes arose swirling in the air shot with shafts resembling burnished copper. It was like majestic moving darkness seeking to settle down over illuminated spires and minarets and towers.


The location of the original Edwards Brothers store. The gentlemen looking at the camera would have seen the old train station (current site of the Tim Hortons – 2012) behind the camera man.-  Edwards‎ Family Photo Collection Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum


Hundreds took up vantage points to better witness the appalling panorama. Two streams from the town engine and one from the C.P.R. pump, together with wider spaces between the buildings, induced the fire to curb its anger, and at seven o’clock all danger of further damage was over. But the loss of three business places and six happy homes was the conquest of the Moloch – quite enough to satisfy his fury at one banquet. Nor was Thomas Begley’s home quite safe. Friends had to fight for its life with watered blankets and buckets of water. In front thereof were piles of miscellaneous goods, broken boxes and general debris. A slight change of the wind from the South would have imperilled both the C.P.R. Station and the Telegraph Office. The firemen worked till nearly eleven o’clock and it was not until midnight that they had finished, with the engine at her berth in the firehall ready for another campaign.


When the railway men heard their fire alarm whistle each man sprinted for his post as if Old Nick were at his heels.

Mrs. Bradford and Mrs. Eastwood were overcome by the awful calamity. Each of them was distracted and one of them required a physician.

The total loss has been estimated at $20,000.

The Edwards Brothers have resumed in the Bell block.

The key of the fire alarm at the fire station broke which caused some delay.

Had there been an iron roof on Mr. Nagle’s it would have been saved.

Mr. Arthur Burgess sent sandwiches and coffee to the firefighters. Mr. Wm. McDiarmid, jr., also sent a basket of refreshments.

Mr. Hanshaw of Napanee, Inspector for Mr. Hudson’s Company, arrived on Tuesday and adjusted for losses under his jurisdiction.

By a combination of diversions, Messrs. Edwards Bros. left $100 in their till. Each brother thought the other had the bag. Happily it was saved.

Mr. Bradford carried $300 on his house-hold effects and $700 on his house. Mr. Saunders had $1,000 on his house. Mr. Nagle had $1,500. Frank was in the States to come back with his wife, who was visiting her father, Mr. Wm. Rogers.

Citizens who were at the Park felt like prisoners at Helena. They wanted to fly down, so eager was their spirit. Horses and launches were like snails to them. High seas were running, too. It was fortunate that in the various dashes no one was hurt.

Next morning the scene presented a black blank. The ruins still smouldered and smoked. Hundreds visited the place. Let us hope that that woeful waste will soon be in the bud and blossom of a beautiful new career of business and domestic aspirations.

Mr. Walsh, far away from the scene down by the river, kept the pumps steadily moving and so maintained the supply at the railway tank, which fed that of the fire-engines. In passing around honors let not this faithful co-worker be forgotten.

Jack Bennett stood for hours at the engine, his two hands on the wheel of the throttle instantly ready should a bit of hose burst. The engine worked for almost five straight hours. Amid the praises of the hour citizens should not forget the noble part “Sir John”, played.

Mr. Eastwood owned the building occupied by the Messrs. Edwards and by himself. He carried on business for the manufacture of mattresses. Much of his property was saved; much was lost. The piano was carried out early. His insurance was $800 on his buildings and $200 on the piano.

Mr. Aboud was at Lake Park with the juvenile members of the household when a friend informed him that his place was on fire. He laughed as if douching a hot joke to put it out. “Yes yours and Edwards Bros.,” was the chilling chapter in conclusion. Frank dashed for his horse and in twenty minutes was back in town, helping to pack what friends had rescued.

The first knowledge the Edwards boys had of their loss was when they drove directly upon the smoking scene. As their business burned they were making merry at the lake shore. When they saw what kind friends had done, they were filled with gratitude. Their stuff had been as carefully put away as if done with their own hands. They carried insurance of $1,500.

The origin of the fire is variously conjectured. Some say there was a bonfire in the yard. This is positively denied. Mr. Abraham says some paper was burning about four o’clock, but it was a small quantity and it was in a lee. Besides water was poured on and a large piece of tin laid over the ashes. Neighbours comment on the care here taken of rubbish especially as a trench is dug to prevent spreading. Possibly a spark from a locomotive or a firecracker did the mischief.

Messrs. Aboud and Abraham bore their misfortune with fortitude. Their loss was $8,000 in goods and the building. They carried an insurance of $2,000 on the stock. There was a sum of $900 on the building, but whether the negotiations with Mr. Morris gave it to them they could not say. A policy of $1,500 had just expired. They were waiting for their new addition to be completed and meant then to have placed another policy of $3,000. Their total loss was probably $10,000 and would have been greater but for the holiday which brought some of their travellers home. Their salvage was placed in Mr. Beach’s blacksmith shop and the next day removed to Mr. A. W. Bell’s three-story Block, where they are now conducting a vigorous fire sale.



Clipped from The Ottawa Journal25 May 1905, ThuPage 6



Who Came First? The Morphy or the Moore? The Name Game



It has been told by Howard Morton Brown that the Morphys reached their land grant nestled by the Mississippi River in the summer of 1819. The government Kings Store stood where Franktown now is. The settlers gathered what was allotted to them and there was no mention which Morphy or Moore was the 5th settler to get a whipsaw, grindstone and crosscut saw. The Moores had already arrived a little earlier in the year. In fact the Moore’s rolled out the red carpet so to speak, when the Morphy’s arrived, and gave them a nights lodging. That was mighty neighbourly of them.


It was recorded that the whole central section of the present town was first located to the town’s founders: the Morphy and the Moore families in 1819 as Crown grants of farm land.  The part extending north of Lake Avenue went to four of the Morphys, and three hundred acres at the south side of Lake Avenue to three of the Moores.  



Because the Morphy’s had a room with the view by the falls-they chose the name of Morphy Falls in 1820. In 1829 there was a name game going on with both Morphy’s Falls and Carlton (no “e”) Place being used. Cousin Alexander Morris chose it upon himself to change the town’s name because of a beloved site in Glasgow that was a location of a music publisher that published bagpipe airs and Scottish songs. A year later the name was altered by postmaster Caleb Bellows to Carleton, apparently by error to Carleton Place. I don’t know about you, but that mistake must have reflected badly on the town. I can’t even imagine the gossip on that one.

So there boys and girls are the dilemma’s of your street names:

Franktown Road was named because it was the main highway. The name Franktown Road ended at the Moore boundaries and became Moore Street. Moore Street ended at Lake Avenue at the physical barrier where the Moore land ended. The main street became Bridge Street because of the central bridge. You have to remember there was no bridge on Highway 7 in those days and everyone headed through Carleton Place on their way to Innisville, Lanark and Perth.  Bridge Street ended at Quarry Road as that portion of the road was named because of the quarry on that same road. Are ya still with me?:)

Bill Mains 2 hours Based on Howard Morton Brown’s maps of settler land allottments, the Morphy’s and the Moore’s were both given land allotments in September 1819. Lockwood’s book shows the date as September 20, 1819 for both.
Herb Moore Carleton Place from Frances Moore bytown.net
Herbert James Moore of Carleton Place photo credit: Frances Moore of the website http://www.bytown.net/moorefamilybyfrances.htm. The picture is of Herbert James Moore (b. 1888 Ontario), son of James Samuel Moore (b. 1863 North Elmsley) who was the son of the same name, James Samuel Moore (b. 1828 Garrison, Lachine, Quebec), whose father was George William Moore (Antrim). Connecting Moores of Maberly, Drummond, North Elmsley, Carleton Place (Lanark County, Ontario) https://thatsrelative.wordpress.com/2019/08/25/north-elmsley-and-maberly-moores/


Thanks to the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum for the photos and help.

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