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Franktown in the 1870s

Franktown in the 1870s
Ted Rundle

In the early 1870s if farmer who lived near Richmond couldn’t find what he wanted In Richmond, he usually drove out to Franktown in Lanark, about 14 miles away. Franktown in the 1870s was a live village of about 200 inhabitants.

From the vicinity of Franktown large quantities of hop poles were taken out, and thousands of railway ties as it was on the line of the Brockville and Ottawa railway. At least the road ran within a mile and a quarter of the town, and it had an office of the Canadian Express Co.

There were two general stores kept bv Robert Cavanagh and Richard Pierce. Mr. Cavanagh besides running a large store operated a shingle and saw mill. There were two hotels kept by William Moore and Thomas Clark. The village boasted no less than three doctors:

In the persons of Dr. William McRae, and Doctors Andrew J. Nelson, and George Nesbitt. There were three blacksmith, a cabinet maker, several shoemakers three coopers, a saddler, a tailor and a dressmaker. The postmaster was Ewan McEwan who was also a justice of the peace. There was also another justice of the peace called George Kidd.


A Village situated in the Township of Beckwith, County of Lanark – distant from Carleton Place, 9 miles, from Perth 15 miles, from Smith’s Falls, 12 miles, from Bytown, 36 miles – usual stage fare to Bytown, 7s. 6d. – to Smith’s Falls, 2s. 6d. Population about 100.


BURROWS, JAMES M., general store and hotelkeeper – travellers will find this a comfortable house, and moderate charges

Allan, Austin, wagonmaker

Bowles, James, carpenter

Hughson, John, general store and tavern

Lever, Robert, wagonmaker, and chair factory

Nesbitt, George, M.D.

Patfield, Rev. James, Church of England

Smith, Rev. —–, Church of Scotland

Looking for Shirley Hill

What is Heritage by Cheryl Thomas 11 Years Old Franktown

He Died Stepdancing in Franktown

Things You Might Not Know About Craig’s Castle — Castle Hill Farm

You Didn’t Use a Match in Beckwith!!

Looking for Shirley Hill

Looking for Shirley Hill



Hello Linda, please allow me to introduce myself, my name is Nancy Leeder and I am doing family history. My Father was adopted in 1929, and his paternal mother was a woman by the name of Goldie Hill, she was from Smiths Falls, but lived in Ottawa. Her long term boyfriend (12years) was a married man from Perth, and together they had 6 children, who were separated during their early life. There was 3 girls and three boys.

As I stated earlier my Dad was adopted by Goldie’s sister, one of the boys died, two of the girls went to live with their father in Perth, and 2 remained with Goldie for a time. Perhaps your asking why I am writing you, well, one of the children lived at R.R. 2 Carleton Place on a farm.




Her name was Shirley Anne Hill, and she showed up in a couple of pictures you had posted. One was the senior girls choir and the grade 12 graduating class from 1951. I also know she was an active member of the 4H club and owned her own horse. Shirley‘s, two sisters are alive and well even though one is in her late 80’s and the other sister just turned 90. I know that Shirley went on and became a nurse. However, I have no idea what happened to her after that, there was talked she joined the army and moved to New Mexico.

I have no idea if she came back to the community.  Of course it is my hope that Shirley is alive and would want to meet the two sisters she never knew. My Dad passed away in 2007, so finding his siblings were somewhat bittersweet. I have remained and visited my dad’s two sisters, such lovely women, I would love to reunite them. Anyways, sorry to ramble on, really just wondering if you knew where I could see other photos, it would be much appreciated.

Shirley, may not know anything about her sisters and one of her brothers. I can tell you she lived on a farm at R.R. #2, which I believe might be the Franktown Road, and I believed she owned a horse. Any information about Shirley, would more than welcome, so please share this with anyone that may have a story or information regarding her or her whereabouts.

Linda, I want to thank you so much for reaching out to me I appreciate more than you know. Sincerely, Nancy



What is Heritage by Cheryl Thomas 11 Years Old Franktown

What is Heritage by Cheryl Thomas 11 Years Old Franktown





From the collection of teacher Doris Blackburn/ Karen Blackburn Chenier








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Hello Linda
I have been busy scanning a few of my grandparents photo “Snapshot” album. I came across these of St. Johns Church.
So, I googled it and discovered an article you had written. The writing on the photos is that of my grandmother.
There is no other info on the photo, but most of the album is of the kids. Dad appears to be around 6 or 7, so I would have
to guess this was taken in 1928-1930. Interesting to find these. Our family has been in Oshawa since 1900, and
I have no idea what would have taken them towards Ottawa.
Hope you like them. You may use them as you wish. Credit to Mabel Rundle (my grandmother)
Ted Rundle

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A Monument Back in Time –Time Travelling in Lanark County —Part 1

Like a Prayer I left My Mark in Franktown — Part 2

How Franktown Got Its Name

He Died Stepdancing in Franktown

He Died Stepdancing in Franktown




In March of 1911 after challenging his host Mr. James Anderson, of Franktown, near Smith’s Falls, to give an exhibition of step dancing, and competing with him for several moments, Mr. Andrew Burrows age 64 of Smith’s Falls collapsed, sat down on a lounge and expired moments, and before a doctor could reach him.

It was the unfortunate man’s last challenge. He had spent Wednesday with Mr. Anderson, and there was a dance at the house, that night. All enjoyed the festivities, and shortly after midnight, when the fun was at its height, Mr. Burrows, in fun challenged Mr. Anderson to give an exhibition dance.

After they had been dancing for some moments and several present had vigorously applauded, Mr. Burrows said he was done out. A few moment later he was dead. The deceased was well known in the Smiths Falls, Ottawa and Franktown, where he was born. He was a stock dealer and had lately been active in having a new road opened between Franktown and Smith’s Falls. His wife died suddenly, three years previous in 1908 and left three sisters of Nepean township and a brother, Matthew, of Kansas City. The deceased lived part of the time in Smiths Falls and the remainder at Franktown.




Carleton Place Herald, Feb. 10, 1903

Presbyterian Church of Franktown

The music was of a very high order and reflects great credit on Mr. Lavall, the leader, for bringing his choir to such a high state of efficiency. There is a mortgage on the church but with the cooperation of all, the time will come as Dr. Crombie said, he will be invited (the third time to Franktown) to set a match to the mortgage.  The ladies have already contributed $500 towards the building fund.  From Carleton Place there were noticed in the audience Mr. and Mrs. R.E. Box, Mr. and Mrs. H.M. Williams, Jas. Smith and Family, and Mr. and Mrs. James Knox, Mr. D. McLaren, Mr. Sutton, Hugh Robertson, R.J. Robertson, Dr. E. McEwen, Mrs. Rev. G. Woodside.  From Smith’s Falls, Mr. and Mrs. James King, Thomas Campbell and Misses T. and Maggie Campbell and Andrew Burrows.


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If you Thought Today’s Rural Political Shenanigans were Something…

If you Thought Today’s Rural Political Shenanigans were Something…

In August of 1937 from the great pen of the editor/publisher, Adelbert Stewart “Stew” Hanna came a ghastly worded editorial against a gentleman from Carleton Place. Anyone who thinks that the rural town shenanigans of this day and age is new could not be farther than the truth.

As Lanark County Geneoligical Vice President John Morrow once told me.

“From what I have heard over the years the Almonte Gazette’s then editor/publisher, Adelbert Stewart “Stew” Hanna was quite a character, especially when he was inebriated (which apparently was not that unusual), and was not above a bit of “yellow” journalism at those times, and this appears to be one of them. My father told me one time it was frequently Mrs. Hanna, not Stew, who oversaw the Gazette’s weekly publication because he was in no condition to do the job.

I also had occasion one time to sit down with Angus Edward “Gus” Dobbie, long-time editor of the Smiths Falls Record-News, who told me he and Stew Hanna maintained quite a running editorial battle in the pages of their respective papers. Gus Dobbie also commented about Norman E. H. Turner, who was editor and publisher of the Perth Courier during that time period, that Norm Turner was a great businessman as publisher, but as an editor “he couldn’t sharpen Stew Hanna’s pencils”.

Without further ado here is the Almonte Gazette editorial:

During the last week a number of anonymous letters have reached The Almonte
Gazette office in which the writers indulge in some rather severe criticism
of the way workmen are hired on the Smiths Falls-Carleton Place highway
which passes through Franktown.

While we do not care to publish an anonymous letter, even though it may
not be libelous, we think some of the assertions, made in these communications
should be brought to the attention of those most concerned.

“Almonte Men Are “Out”

For instance, in one of these letters the statement is made that no Almonte man need apply for a job on this stretch of highway. It appears that Dr. A. Downing is the dispenser
of patronage on this Ontario Government project and, according to one Almonte man who claimed he asked him for employment, the Doctor said:

“When the road was being built beyond Almonte we didn’t get anything in Carleton Place and we are going to see that Almonte gets nothing now.”

Frankly, we don’t believe that a man like Dr. Downing would take such an attitude—at least we are very loath to believe it. In another communication there is some criticism of the experience in road building achieved by some of those who are holding down key jobs.

The Candy Kid

For instance, it is said that one, Mr. “Kid” Bryce is grading construction. It appears that Mr. Bryce’s knowledge of highway construction has been gained from the seat of a taxi-cab. We are not informed whether he studied the engineering problems included in this work, as he’ passed over the highway or whether he parked his limousine under the shade of a tree and observed the work between puffs of smoke from his indispensable cigar as he lolled back on the gorgeous upholstery.

At any rate the “Kid” seems to be the candy kid so far as the highway job is concerned. Those who know him best are tickled to death as they round a curve near Franktown to see that noble figure standing like Napoleon—-with legs wide apart—in the middle of the road directing the labouring minions employed by the Government.

An Exacting Gang Boss

“Show a little, more speed,” Kid will say through the corner of his mouth, as the boys slacken down under the blistering heat of the last few days,

“What do you think us taxpayers are paying you for if it ain’t to work.”

Now no one is impugning the ability of Mr. Bryce as a road construction foreman—provided the job requires no experience. For all we know Mr. Bryce may be a most experienced road builder-engineer. After all it is not up to a newspaperman to demand his credentials. Maybe he carries his testimonials around with him in the taxi-cab in the form of a framed certificate from Dr. Downing or some other master road builder

Be that as it may, Mr. Bryce is a majestic figure as he swaggers up and down the terrain with the cigar stuck out of one corner of his mouth and  the hard shell hat set at a jaunty
angle on that great brow. After October you may get a holiday and life will revert to what it always has been —one grand sweet song.

“As a taxicab driver he was a great road builder. Rest in Peace”


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Photo Linda Seccaspina

The original highway alignment via Ashton Station Road, Flewellyn Road, and Huntley Road was bypassed by a new straighter alignment in the late 1950s. A bypass was completed around Carleton Place in the late 1950s. The old alignment of Highway 15 through downtown became Highway 15B. In 1961, a major highway renumbering took place that saw Highway 43 extended westerly from Smiths Falls to Perth.

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Clipped from

  1. The Ottawa Journal,
  2. 06 Jun 1936, Sat,
  3. Page 5


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Rolling Down Highway 15


Stewart Hanna –The “Angry” Journalist of a Rural Town

The Funniest Anti-Dog Letter to the Editor–Almonte Gazette

Social Note Shenanigans from the Almonte Gazette June 1899

Things You Might Not Know About Craig’s Castle — Castle Hill Farm

Things You Might Not Know About Craig’s Castle — Castle Hill Farm



It was the former home of James Craig once called Craig’s Castle.

Three generations of Craigs lived there with John Craig being the original settler emigrating from Northern Ireland.

It sits adjacent to the little hamlet of Prospect on the Richmond Franktown Road.

It once had a duck pond, beautiful gardens and a windmill

In 1965 the farm was bought and was owned in by Mr. and Mrs. L. J. Armstrong and they raised Black Angus cattle and did extensive restorations to the home.

There was an upstairs centre suicide door- A “suicide door” is the slang term for a door hinged at its rear rather than the front. Such doors were also originally used on horse-drawn carriages.

The  central hallway has a curving stairwell.

Originally the house had two bedrooms over the large downstairs that were intended only for the hired hands.

Originally in the 1830s there was a small log home on the property which is the first house he and his  Irish bride lived in. It was almost swallowed up by a dense forest.

A few years later the Craig’s daughter, Maria, married William Henry Leach who bought the farm and lived on it after her father died. They left the property to their son William J. Leach.

The family dog ran the churning machine on a treadmill. Being reluctant to earn his keep the dog kept running away on churning days and hid in the woods. As a result he was put in the basement until his services were needed and his paw marks could still be seen at one time where he attempted to escape. (author’s note- that poor dog)


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

Did you Know About the Wedding Cake Cottage?

What do You Know About the Hawthorne Cottage?

The James Black Homestead

The Mysterious Riddell— H B Montgomery House

Middleville–The Vertical Board House–Another Beaver Medallion

The Wall Mysteries of Lake Ave East -Residential Artists

The Manse on the 7th Line of Beckwith

Update on The Manse in Beckwith

Rescuing the Money Pits —The Other Dunlop Home with the Coffin Door

The Carleton Place House with the Coffin Door

Before and After in Carleton Place –The Doctor is in!

Things You Don’t Know About Carlow Lodge and the Kidds

Heh Miss Wilsonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn! Carleton Place Heroe

Was This the Architect of the Findlay Homes on High Street?

The Carleton Place House That Disappeared

The McCarten House of Carleton Place

Old McRostie Had a Farm in Carleton Place

Time Capsule in the ‘Hi Diddle Day’ House?

The Louis on Sarah Street for $43,500 — Before and After– Architecture in Carleton Place

Architecture Stories: The Hotel that Stompin’ Tom Connors Saved

Dim All The Lights — The Troubled Times of the Abner Nichols Home on Bridge Street

The Brick Houses of Carleton Place

So What Happened to The Findlay House Stone?

The Stanzel Homes of Carleton Place

The Appleton Chinchilla House

Rescuing the Money Pits —The Dunlop Homes

Was This the Architect of the Findlay Homes on High Street?

The House on a Beckwith Hill–The McTavish House and Ceiling Medallions

More Memories of The Beckwith McTavish House

You Didn’t Use a Match in Beckwith!!

You Didn’t Use a Match in Beckwith!!
It would be impossible to give an entire list of the names of the early immigrants of Beckwith, but some of the earliest as follows:

Duncan McEwen, Donald Anderson, John McLaren John Cram, and John Carmichael in the 10th concession.
Peter McDougall,  Duncan . McLaren, AIex. and Donald Clark, John and Peter McGregor, in the ninth concession
Alex McGregor, Peter Anderson, John Stewart, and Donald Kennedy in the eighth concession
Findlay McEwen, Archie Dewar John and Peter McDiarmld in the seventh concession
Robert, John James, and Duncan Ferguson, and Duncan McDiarmid in the fifth concession.

From a glance at the names it is pretty obvious that the folks came from the “heathery hills of Scotland”, but it might be of interest to know that they came to form a miniature colony. Although a few returned to there original homeland most would never see their loved ones or homes again.

After six weeks journeying across the Atlantic they arrived at Montreal, and proceeded in small open boat’s up the St. Lawrence to Bytown/ Ottawa. Then they began another weary journey to the solitude lands of Beckwith, where there travel was more impeded than ever. No railway lines, no roads, simply a narrow blazed trail through the leafy woodland

People simply grew what was necessary to  exist. Game was plentiful, hence meat was abundant until they killed so many deer they became scarce. Fires were ignited by flint and tinder, and anyone seen using a match was considered suspicious and was looked upon and being a witch or wizard as the case might be. Oil lamps were introduced but they were supposed to be more dangerous than a box of dynamite in the house, hence everyone kept a safe distance from them. Only the most reckless member of the family would attempt to light the lamps. Read– Was the Devil in Peden’s Store? When Matches First Came to Carleton Place

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Original Franktown Settlers Store


Lanark April 12, 1821– this was what was available to the settlers at the local concession stores

Cross-cut saws
Files of all sorts
Augers,falling axes, hand axes, pickaxes, hammers,kettles,frying pans,bills, iron wedges,latches and catches,locks and keys, pitchforks, saw sets, hand saws and spades.
Adzes (a tool similar to an axe with an arched blade at right angles to the handle, used for cutting or shaping large pieces of wood.)
Blankets– ONE for each man and woman, and ONE for every two children
Files, Gimlets, Pails and Hemp
Harrow Leets

The government would give aid to 1,800 emigrants on terms similar to those granted in the previous years. There were already 6,281 applications for help and each immigrant before they sailed from the old country the British Passenger Act set had some minimum requirements for food on board ships had to have: 18 pounds Irish mess beef, 42 pounds of biscuits, 132 pounds of oatmeal, 6 pounds of butter and 3 pounds of molasses based on 84 days passage to Quebec. Passengers in steerage survived on “lukewarm soups, black bread, boiled potatoes, herring or stringy beef.

The fare served to immigrants later detained at Grosse Isle wasn’t much of an improvement over the steamships. In the early years, stewed prunes over dried bread was a standard meal while they waited. Once emigrants arrived at the port of departure, a few obstacles remained. Emigrants had to pass various physical exams to ensure a certain level of health before embarking. This was to prevent the spread of disease while on board as well as to prevent diseases from being carried to the destination country. Physical exams and eye exams (to make sure travellers did not have trachoma, a chronic conjunctivitis) sometimes held emigrants up for days or even an entire week.

What they went through makes a bad day look really good doesn’t it?

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Shadows of Beckwith Cemeteries

Beckwith 1820 Census Lanark County–Who Do You Know?

The Beckwith Highlanders and “Humpy Billy” Moore

So Where is that Gnarled Oak in Beckwith?

“Teachester” Munro and the S.S. No. 9 Beckwith 11th Line East School

John Goth–Tales of Beckwith Township

Beckwith –Settlers — Sir Robert the Bruce— and Migrating Turtles

What I Did on Beckwith Heritage Days – Alexander Stewart – Ballygiblin Heroe

The Now Complete Page Turning Story of the Beckwith Grandfather Clock

Update on The Manse in Beckwith

The Manse on the 7th Line of Beckwith

Home and Garden Before Home and Garden Magazine

Desperately Seeking Information About the “Beckwith Copperhead Road”

Hobo’s and Tragedies in Beckwith

Beckwith Child Stolen by Natives

Take Me Home Beckwith Roads– Photo Essay

What Was it Like Living in Beckwith 1800s? Christina McEwen Muirhead

Beckwith Fire Department 1965 Names Names Names

They Built this Township on….

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 21- Code Family–Franktown Past and Present Reverend John May

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 21- Code Family–Franktown Past and Present Reverend John May


This poem about Franktown was glued into the journal of Thomas Alfred Code (1920s)

Franktown Past and Present

A Poetic Panorama Of Rich and Exuberant Fancy by Rev. John May, M.A. (1834-1913), 


Near Franktown I first saw the light,

And Franktown still is my delight,

Yes,though its sliding down the hill,

The dear place, I still love it still,

Unrivalled spot to muse and think,

And make demands on printer’s ink,

Concocting simple easy rhymes,

Descriptive of the olden times.

This village saw a lively rush,

When Ottawa was still a bush,

Two highways intersected here:

Stage coaches crossed from far and near,

Discharging passengers and freight,

Flourishing stores kept open late,

Two fine hotels aglow with light,

Were vocal far into the night.

With song and glee and rustic dance,

Toned with ‘scrap” or two perchance,

A jolly frolic place as yet,

For then the village still was wet.

Two or three lively business men

Made tidy little fortunes then.

Labourers had enough to do:

Good wages for their labour too.

Mechanics, artisans and such

Hard work enough if not too much.

The tailor stitched with all his might;

The cooper thumped his barrel tight:

The brisk shoemaker pegged away,

More than a dozen hours of the day.

All were busy then as bees,

Until the railway banished these.

The engine crushed the Village legs,

Much as the housewife mashes eggs,

And left it moaning night to death,

With feeble pulse and gasping breath.

O for the golden days of yore!

The Church was crowded to the door,

Two doctors fired their dead shot pills,

Full 50 miles, at mortal ills,

The great Van Ambergh brought his show,

To Franktown. sixty years ago.

The Ring–Behold it as you pass,

Sodded, and coated o’er with grass!

He halted at no other town:

All mustered here to see the clown,

The lion. elephant, chimpanzee,

And lots of other things that tickle fancy,

As for fairs on village green,

This match could nowhere else be seen,

One deafening din of bullock roar,

Buyers and sellers by the score,

Fat rolls of money right and left,

None stolen– rare indeed was the sight,

Here a wild fellow travelling “tight”

And yelling “Howld Me” or I’ll fight!

Another striding to and fro,

With chip on shoulder–don’t you know!

Yonder a maniac raves and rants,

With nothing on him save his pants!

Elsewhere uplifted fists abound,

A wild mob seething round and round,

Meanwhile away from row and noise,

Apples are sold to girls and boys,

One big one for a penny or two,

If rather small for one to do.

The buyer settles and departs:

Settlers go home with joyous hearts,

And swollen pockets. Night settles in.

And ends the fair, the fight, the din.

Those days are gone.

Those days are fled,

Poor dear old Franktown hangs her head.

Not hers the fault, her sons are grand,

Her daughters best in all the land!

Yet she droops and fades away,

Sad contrast to her early day.

No Amburgh now unfolds his tent,

No tavern rings with merriment.

No stage coach blows its rousing horn:

The fair of all its splendours shorn,

The tailor, cooper, cobbler gone.

Two doctors? No! Not even one,

In the still necessary store,

One customer for ten of yore,

The streets are silent as the grave:

The whole place darksome as a cave.

The houses stand; but on the street,

You’re startled if a face you meet!

The Agent now avoids the place:

Seldom a stranger shows his face:

The traveller likes it not a bit–

No place to eat, or sleep, or sit!

No provender for man or beast.

Where once* was spread a ducal feast!

Wayfarers give it the ‘go-by”,

For Franktown, once so wet is now dry.

A place of placid sweet repose,

What a retreat ‘twoud be for those’

Unnerved by hustling city din,

On wrecked on bestial seas of sin!

The monk bevowed to silence keep,

The sluggard, wed to sloth and sleep,

The hustler in his mad pursuit

Or gain, or other Dead Sea fruit,

The worried, fretted, restless man,

Dwindling existence to a span:

All, whirling furious and fast

Like leaves in a November blast:-

Come, one and all, and sit with me,

Beneath this spreading basswood tree;

And rest, and sleep, and happy be!

For, be it clearly understood

This wild oat place, at last, is good.



*The Duke of Richmond slept a night and had his meal at the old Burrows hotel on his way from Perth to Richmond. Read The Haunted Canoe from the Jock River and The Franktown Inn

Franktown was nailed to the glade, and though it never reached the glory painted by the noble imperialists. It has never forgotten that Van Amberg’s Circus bivouacked there one day because both Perth and Carleton Place were too small affairs to entertain so massive an establishment.  It was probably also on the same trek when the Duke of Richmond was bitten by his pet fox and rabies developed and he slipped away and was drowned in the river as he sought to quench is burning thirst. Well that’s what the fox said.  Read –How Franktown Got Its Name and  Meanwhile Back in Lanark Village


Franktown Historical Fact


Indians who had camped for the winter at Franktown, selling baskets through the district, struck their tents and returned to the St. Regis Reserve


Carleton Place Herald, Feb. 10, 1903–Presbyterian Church of Franktown

Mrs. Jas. L. McArthur presented a Bible and Mrs. Allan Cameron three plush chairs for the pulpit platform.  The speakers of the evening were Rev. Dr. Crombie and Rev. Mr. Cooke of Smith’s Falls, Rev. John May of Franktown, Rev. Paul Pergau of Franktown and Revs. Woodside and Scott of Carleton Place

Sunday, September 23, 2012″…And Franktown Still is My Delight” – A Sermon for the 190th Anniversary Celebration of St. James’ Anglican Church, Franktown, ON


Clipped from

  1. The Ottawa Citizen,
  2. 27 Dec 1930, Sat,
  3. Page 2

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The Original Thomas Alfred Code and Andrew Haydon Letters – —Part 1

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 2– Perth Mill

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 3– Genealogy Ennis

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 4a – Innisville the Beginning

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 4b – Innisville — Coopers and “Whipping the Cat” 1860-1870

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 4c – Innisville — Henry York and Johnny Code

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 4d – Innisville — “How We did Hoe it Down”!

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 4e – Innisville — ‘Neighbours Furnished one Another with Fire’

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 5- Code Family– “Hawthorn Mill was a Failure, and the Same Bad Luck has Followed for at Least 50 Years”

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 6- Code Family– “Almost everything of an industry trial character had vanished in Innisville in 1882”

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 7- Code Family–“Thank God, no member of my family has disgraced me or the name!

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 8- Code Family– “We got a wool sack and put him inside and took him to the bridge”

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 9- Code Family –“I had much trouble in saving myself from becoming a first class liar”

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 10- Code Family – I conjured to myself: “You will know me later!” And Peter McLaren did.

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 11- Code Family –“I continued with bull dog tenacity for 12 years without salary”

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 12- Code Family–“Had I the course to go over again I would evade outside responsibilities beyond my share, even if it cost more”

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 13- Code Family–S. S. No. 17 Drummond, Innisville

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 14- Code Family–Letters from Mother Elizabeth Hicks

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 15- Code Family– Love and Runaway Marriages

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 16- Code Family-“The fish would shoot back and forth and at time hit their legs causing them to fall”


The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 17- Code Family–“A reaper with the sickle and danced all night”

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 18- Code Family–Family Records from the Family Bible

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 19- Code Family–“Michell was never known to have any money, excepting at or after tax sales”

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 20- Code Family–“Whither Are We Drifting?”– The Perth Public School

When Newspapers Gossiped–David Kerr Innisville

Kerr or Ennis? More about the Innisville Scoundrel

What Went Wrong with the Code Mill Fire in Innisville?








The Franktown Airport Debacle

The Franktown Airport Debacle


Two photos from the Carleton Place Canadian Files from the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage  Museum

Madonna Bell The airport was to be built on our farm the year was 1977

Janice Tennant Campbell Yes Carl Bell with hand on fence and behind man with the pipe in the other photo. Might be Fred Ford on the far left in the first photo (ball hat)

Caroleann Lowry McRae Stanley Brunton behind man with hat.  Doug Wiseman far left

H.l. Crosbie Alex Bell Milk Marketing at front with hat and Chris Bell with hand on fence was with railroad I think.

Robert Bell Right about Alex Bell (my dad) and I believe that is Carl Bell with hand on fence.

Robert Bell Okay, talked with family to figure this out. Pictures were taken at the time Lanark County was looking to build an airport near Franktown (potential site) around 1980 ± a year or 2. Suspect the location is either where Beckwith Golf Course or Moodie Estates are today. In the picture are (l-r) Doug Wiseman, James Snow (Minister of Transportation – Ontario), ?, ? Alex Bell, Stanley Brunton, ?, and Carl Bell.


Robert Bell Okay, talked with family to figure this out. Pictures were taken at the time Lanark County was looking to build an airport near Franktown (potential site) around 1980 ± a year or 2. Suspect the location is either where Beckwith Golf Course or Moodie Estates are today. In the picture are (l-r) Doug Wiseman, James Snow (Minister of Transportation – Ontario), ?, ? Alex Bell, Stanley Brunton, ?, and Carl Bell.

Thanks Robert Bell and everyone else to pointing out there should be a story about this


Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  21 Apr 1977, Thu,  Page 63


Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  26 Apr 1977, Tue,  Page 81


Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  14 Jun 1977, Tue,  Page 55

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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.

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


Armchair Tourism in Carleton Place –Part 5–Fly Me to the Moon

The Spirit of Carleton Place -Shotgun with the Sky Pilots of Carleton Place PT.1

The Carleton Place Airport: You are clear to land it for $2.5 million


Franktown Once Enlivened By Shouts of Lumberjacks–The word of Mrs. Frances Atkinson

Franktown Once Enlivened By Shouts of Lumberjacks–The word of Mrs. Frances Atkinson

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Perth RememberedThreshing machine with a steam engine. C.1941 Franktown Ontario. C224-6. ©Queen’s Printer for Ontario



Present day visitors to the quiet but picturesque village of Frank­town, up in Beckwith township, if they were not already familiar with the historical background of the place, would have difficulty visualizing it as a once important and thriving center of industry and commerce.

            For living proof that it was such, even back in the thirties and for a long time afterwards, we have the word of Mrs. Frances Atkinson, ninety-eight-year-old, resident of Manotick, who was born and raised in Franktown at a period when settlers in the surrounding district were still experi­encing some of the trials and tribulations of pioneer life.

Busy Scenes

            In the middle fifties, according to Mrs. Atkinson, Franktown was a village of about one hundred and fifty inhabitants, boasting a main street which was a regular beehive of industry, particularly during the lumbering season. Those were the days when the little community was enlivened by the shouts and songs of the river­men and drivers of supply wagons who stopped there on their way up from Bytown to the McLachlin Brothers shanties. As many as one hundred teams would be seen in the hamlet at one time. During the period when        the Brockville and Ottawa railway was being constructed, Franktown district supplied thousands of railway ties. All this industry brought prosperity and busy times to the com­munity. The railway was run within s mile and a quarter of the village.



            Mrs. Atkinson  recalls that in the middle fifties the village boasted two general stores kept by James Burrows and John G. Campbell. Mr. Burrows, besides running a large store, was pro­prietor of the Franktown Hotel, a hostelry which had graced the main street of the village from some time in the thirties. Ewen McEwen was postmaster and town clerk.

Many Blacksmiths

            The village had no fewer than four blacksmiths: Tom Allen, Martin Anderson, Tom Griffin and John Morris. There were also two doctors, three shoe­makers, two tailors, three coopers and two cabinet makers. William Moore conducted a tannery on the outskirts of the village. Mrs. Atkinson’s father, the late James Bowels, who came to Franktown district from the Old Country in the early thirties, was the leading carpenter and had a hand in the erection of many of the pioneer dwellings and commercial buildings.

            Long before Mrs. Atkinson saw the light of day in the little village of Franktown, the Beckwith pioneers had constructed a one room log schoolhouse a short dis­tance outside the village on the road leading to Richmond. That was where she and six brothers and sisters learned their three R’s. Two brothers. Harry and James, are still living and both residing in Western Canada.


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Newspaper Articles compiled by Grant McFarlane of Lanark.




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Photo from Franktown Gas and Grocery.. Ron Irvine is in the box.

If you have ever driven down Highway 15 to Smiths Falls you have no doubt seen Franktown Grocery and Gas. Not only is it the place to get yummy homemade food and those delicious butter tarts, but it is one of the foundations of Lanark County history. —

During World War ll the Canadian government campaign attempted to drum up support for the war among Canadians. They used war posters to recruit, to encourage wartime productivity and to raise money through Victory Bonds etc.

Canadian war posters were everywhere, colourful, and with a clear direct message. Produced and displayed in a variety of sizes on buses, billboards, in theatres, in stores and even on matchbox covers. Posters as a propaganda tool, had a direct clear message.

Obviously these young lads got the message from posters around the area. This 1940s photo was given to Franktown Grocery and Gas- No one knows names, but it was taken just outside the building.


Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in The Townships Sun andScreamin’ 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.



The Mysterious World of Alexander Hastie Macfarlane of Franktown

The Franktown Inn

The Haunted Canoe from the Jock River

You’ve Got Trouble in Franktown-Dead Horses and Wives

How Franktown Got Its Name

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