Last week I wrote about Minnie Dunlop who used to run Darou’s Bakery on the corner of Emily and Bridge Street in Carleton Place. If you had no idea like I and some of the family did: Minnie not only baked her heart out, and ran that part of town like she was in charge, but she was also married to a former mayor from Carleton Place, Andrew Earl Dunlop.
Today, one of the family, Doug Caldwell called me and we had a lovely chat about the town of Carleton Place. He remembers the pool hall really wasn’t the place and Minnie often hauled her son Murray home by the ear after rescuing them from the evils of pool-playing. Oh the horrors! She was a no nonsense woman who believed in the theory that sliced bread was here to stay and purchased one of the first bread sliceing machines to stay ahead of the competition. Doug remembers her telling him to grab a stool and show Carleton Place how its done slicing the bread. He said he was pretty proud doing that job.
But Doug not only helped Murray, he helped Mike Muldowan at the chip wagon and when he got there early in the morning Mike would give him a large pail of potatoes to peel. I asked him if he ate his weight in chips for payment. He said, “You know I would have, but I remember getting silver coins, Mike never paid in paper!”
His mother Edna Florence Caldwell, was a hairdresser on Bridge Street and his grandmother, Mrs. Jamieson played the organ at St. James Anglican Church, and his two aunts sang in the choir. He also remembers the horse stables in the back of St. Andrew’s Presbyterian Church. The farmers came to church with their teams and sleighs and it was quite the sight as they parked. When they left they had to unharness everything and regroup, and mumbled and grumbled. But that was not the only place they mumbled in grumbled at St. Andrew’s. In the days that Captain Hooper’s house Raloo Cottage was going to be torn down the citizens of Carleton Place were not happy. Not happy at all! So I asked him,”Did they protest?” He said they protested the way they always did– complaining in front of the churches on Sunday!”
He also remembers every year the gypsies–(2021 word Romani) and would set up shop on the corner of Lake and Beckwith near where Nichols Planing Mill was. He said it was quite the event as in those days the stream behind it was quite larger than it is today.
So they mumbled and grumbled about the Levine building across the street, and they muttered about the new Fleming Funeral Parlour opening up on Lake Ave West. Because, that’s the way things were done. His grandfather, Will Jaimeson was a CPR railroad man and he did the Ottawa Brockville run which was a very prestigious run in those days.
Doug remembers being put on top of one of the L carts and having his Grandfather perform a steam show so to speak. His grandfather would holler to start shovelling the coal really fast and once the steam would get up to speed it was a sight to see. So he ran the smaller wheels and then the bigger wheels to show his grandson how much power that Locomotive had. Meanwhile the coal man wasn’t too happy and he would tell young Doug that his grandfather was showing off just because he showed up.
In the end everyone moved away after the war so the family could seek better fortunes, and on October 30th, 2021, the families are all reuniting once again at the Gastro Pub in Carleton Place for a salute to the “Jamieson Daughters”. It’s time for the family to reunite, celebrate and time for the younger generations to know their history. Family reunions are the place where you remember where you came from.
928, Friday November 9, The Almonte Gazette front page John Neilson Passes After A Brief Illness Was One of the Outstanding Citizens of Almonte for Many Years Was Born on the Pioneer Homestead of the Neilsons in Ramsay. He was 78 Years of Age. His Wife Died 22 Years Ago.
Almonte has lost a valued and honoured citizen, in the death of Mr John Neilson, who passed away on Sunday evening. His death was a great shock to the town and district, for he had been ill only a few days. Mr Neilson was one of the outstanding citizens of the town, and was held in the highest esteem by a very large circle of friends, both in town and throughout the surrounding district. He was the son of the late Mr and Mrs James Neilson and was in his 79th year. Born in March 1850, in the old pioneer homestead on the 12th line Ramsay, where his grandfather, John Neilson, who came out from Scotland, settled there in the year 1820. Mr Neilson later moved to the 11th line Ramsay, where he successfully followed the occupation of farming for many years until he retired in 1916 and moved to Almonte, where he had since resided.
Active Church Worker In religion the late Mr Neilson was a staunch Presbyterian. he took an active part in church work, and was a member of the Board of Session for many years. At the time of church union he held the opposite view and adhered to the Continuing body of that denomination and was a member of the Session of that church, up to the time of his death. He was predeceased by his wife, Janet McIlquam, who died twenty-two years ago, in May 1906. He is survived by four sisters, Agnes, Mrs Wilkie, of Toronto, widow of the late Rev John Wilkie, formerly of Indore, India; Marion, Mrs David Forgie, of Cleveland, Ohio; and the Misses Sarah and Jessie, both of whom resided with him at the family home here. Two brothers Matthew and William, and two sisters, Margaret and Mary, died some years ago.
The Funeral The funeral took place on Tuesday from the family residence to the Presbyterian Church, and thence to the Auld Kirk Cemetery. Impressive services were conducted by the Rev W.H. McCracken, assisted by Rev George Thom. Mr McCracken made reference to the high character and staunch personality of the deceased elder, and there was a large congregation of mourners, many coming from long distances to pay a final tribute of respect and friendship. There were many floral offerings and messages of sympathy. The pallbearers were: Messrs Stanley Neilson, Montreal; James Neilson, Toronto; John Neilson, Welland; Robert Neilson, Ottawa; George McCallum, Carleton Place, all nephews of deceased, and Mr W. D. Aikenhead, of Pakenham. Contributor: Gary J Byron (49329383)
Rob Coleman with Carleton Place roots sent this to me at the Lanark County Genealogical Society this morning.Oldest picture I have. Great great great grandparents. Born around 1780 in Aberdeenshire, Scotland. Settled in Quebec’s Eastern Townships.
This photo of 283 William Street, Carleton Place, was taken in 1923. This was the childhood home of Dalton Corrie Coleman.Coleman worked as private secretary to Senator George Cox in 1897 and as editor of the Belleville Intelligencer before joining the CPR in 1899. He advanced rapidly and before turning 40 was put in charge of CPR’s western lines. In 1934 Coleman became Vice President of CPR, and, as the health of president Sir Edward Beatty deteriorated, increasingly took over his duties. Coleman was appointed president in 1942 and chairman in 1943. The company was then engaged not only in railway work but in war production, shipping and air traffic. Under Coleman, Canadian Pacific Airlines was organized. He retired in 1947. Coleman Street in Carleton Place, site of our CPR railway station, was named in his honour. http://www.historicplaces.ca/en/rep-reg/place-lieu.aspx…
1900, Friday December 21, The Almonte Gazette page 9
The Late John Menzies The Registrar for North Lanark Succumbs to His Injuries – Sketch of His Career – An Active Citizen for 55 Years – Filled Many Public Positions. Contrary to the general expectations, Mr John Menzies, registrar for North Lanark, did not rally from the injuries he sustained by a fall on the ice here couple of weeks ago. He passed away last Monday at 6 p.m., at the home of his daughter, Mr J. L. Morris, Pembroke. The announcement of his death caused general and sincere sorrow in town, where Mr Menzies had spent fifty-five years of his life, and where his gentlemanly manners, courteous bearing, and his bright social characteristics endeared him to all who enjoyed the pleasure of his acquaintance. He was one of our landmarks – conspicuous figure in our social and business life – and he will be greatly missed.
After being taken to his daughter’s home Mr Menzies seemed to improve for a time, but it soon became apparent that he could not survive the complications that arose. he realized the fact, and met the issue with a strong faith and a cheerful mind. In the closing days, like many another of those who have passed the allotted spank, he was much with those of his boyhood – with his parents and the friends of his youth in bonnie Scotland. During the midnight hours of Sunday, in spite of his weakened condition he was heard distinctly reciting the twenty-third Psalm from beginning to end; and in his semiconscious moments the watchers recognized the words that told of the old-time friends. Mr Menzies suffered little physical pain, and was patient throughout. The funeral took place today (Thursday), the remains being brought by train to his residence here, where many took a last look at the familiar features. At two o’clock a service was held at the house, conducted by Rev Mr Hutcheon, pastor of St Andrew’s congregation, of which deceased was a member; and at its conclusion a large cortege, composed of people of al classes and creeds, followed the body to the grave. The late Mr Menzies was born April 6, 1822, in Little Dunkeld, Scotland, a village which is of historic interest in the famous Vale of Athol. It is almost within gunshot of Logie Rait, the birthplace of Hon Alexander Mackenzie.
Mr Menzies was one of six children, and worked on his father’s farm till he came to Canada in 1844 – over fifty-five years ago. After coming across the Atlantic he worked for a year in a store in Bastard township, Leeds county. He came to Almonte in 1845, and had been a resident of this place for fifty-five years. After coming to Almonte he entered the store of the late Mr John Gemmill (father of Lt- Col J.D. Gemmill). After six years’ service with Mr Gemmill he was taken into partnership, the firm being styled Gemmill & Menzies. About a year later Mr Gemmill died. Mr Menzies bought out the interest of the estate in the store, and continued the business in the same place till 1853, when he built a store and residence on Queen street and moved into it. Mr Menzies owned that property at the time of his death, and occupied part of it himself.
Mr Menzies continued the store in this building till 1863, and in 1864 was appointed registrar for the North Riding of Lanark, the position being left vacant by the resignation of Mr Ormond Jones (registrar at that time) to accept a similar position for Leeds county. Mr Jones was the first registrar appointed for North Lanark, but never lived here. He resided in Brockville, and the work was done by the late Matthew Anderson, deputy-registrar, who died in the year 1867. (A coincidence may be mentioned here, viz., that Miss Anderson, daughter of the above mentioned deputy-registrar, had been for some years and is still filling the position of deputy registrar.) Mr Menzies filled the position ever since 1864, and is said to have filled the office for a longer period than any other registrar in the province. In September, 1852, Mr Menzies married Miss Mary Agnes McFarlane, of Pakenham, sister of Mrs D. Fraser, of this town, of the late Mrs Brooks, of Brockville, and of the late Robert McFarlane, of Stratford, who was for many years the able representative of Perth county in the old Canadian parliament. Mrs Menzies died in March, 1888, leaving behind her, besides husband, three children – Dr J.B. Menzies of Lachute, Que; Mrs J.L. Morris (Minnie), of Pembroke, and Mr Robert Menzies, of Victoria, B.C.
In the fifties Mr Menzies was captain and adjutant of the old militia company – in the days when the company used to drill on the 8th line of Ramsay, near the old church, and at times in Almonte, which was at that time called “Waterford.” For a great many years Mr Menzies was an influential member of the Almonte school board, and was one of the most active in securing the establishment of the Almonte high school, which was opened in January, 1871. He was returning officer for North Lanark many times. He was justice of the peace for thirty years or more. He was a member of the Ramsay council for one year – before Almonte became a separate municipality. Mr Menzies was always a good businessman. He was president of the Ramsay Woolen Cloth Manufacturing Company, which was organized at a joint stock company in 1850, and was the first woolen factory in Almonte. In 1852, when the mill was nicely in operation, it was destroyed by fire. Mr Menzies was the first president of the North Lanark Agricultural Society, a position he held for two or three years, and was for many years on the board of directors. In recent years he filled the position of an auditor for the society. It will thus be seen that Mr Menzies served his day and generation in a great many capacities, and that his experiences in life were many and varied.
Possessed of a high degree of intelligence and an excellent education, he always took an intelligent and cautious view of all public matters. Blessed with a good memory, he was full of interesting reminiscences of the “good old days,” and found pleasure in relating them to his younger friends. In politics, before he was appointed to office, he was an active an influential member of the Liberal party. Mr Menzies was hale and hearty for a man 78 years of age, and but for the unfortunate accident he met with he would probably have reached the nineties. But he had gone to his reward, leaving memories of a pleasing personality and a genial cordiality which will not soon be forgotten.
This seventeen-room house—all rooms interlinked—was built in 1853 by John Menzies, a school trustee, township councillor, and registrar for North Lanark. Of the Anglo-Norman style, more commonly found in Quebec, the lower half was originally used for a workshop/store and the upstairs for family living quarters. In the 1920s, it was threatened with demolition, but was saved by a local druggist, Mr. Patterson.
Yesterday doing some research I found this obituary of Theresa Brown. After I read it, I was very sad I had never met this woman as she seemed so so nice. Therefore I am documenting this forever.
Teresa Margaret Crawford Brown Thursday May 27th 2021
Teresa was born September 21, 1953 at 2:30 A.M. in the morning in Old Almonte General Hospital. Teresa is the youngest of four children. Leo, Pauline, Ken & Teresa. She told everybody they kept the best till the last. She grew up on her parents’ family farm. James & Margaret Brown of Corkery just outside of Almonte.
After Teresa completed High School in Carleton Place,she took a one year Sewing & Designing course in Ottawa. After that she worked 2 1/2 Years at Charles Oglives doing alterations. Due to the shortage of work Teresa decided it was time to move on. She then joined The Public Service Alliance of Canada » on Friday, September 10, 1976.
Teresa had many hobbies & sports. Knitting, sewing, crocheting, quilting, camping, Alley Bowling, euchre, playing her electric organ, lawn bowling, skating, cross-country skiing, snowmobiling, ATV with her husband. Never ask Teresa if it is cold outside as she will reply; if you like Winter sports you won’t find the cold.
After Teresa’s father James passed away in October 1982, her Mother sold the family farm and she and Teresa moved into a new house in Almonte. For those of us who thought Teresa only brought her car to work for shopping, they soon realized that Teresa brought her car for other reasons. She said she had to meet a man, a man who could cook. The staff at work told her to « dream on ». Finally, the day came and Teresa had met the man, his name is Gary Crawford from Merrickville who became her husband and he is an excellent cook. They met in September 1989 and were engaged December 25, 1990.
The staff at work were shocked when Teresa told them that she had gotten engaged and getting married October 4th, 1991. The following Spring they built a new house outside of Merrickville. Teresa always looked forward to her daily bus rides to work. This way, she could read, knit, talk or sleep. Gary would say; « how was your day and did you bug anybody »? She would reply; « not too many, only those who deserved it ». People soon found out bug Teresa first and she won’t bug you. Everyone at work or on the bus would agree to that.
She always looked forward to her hot suppers. If Gary had to work late, Teresa had a casserole ready for him.. Sometimes Gary had a Fire Call or snow plowed and she got caught and had to make supper. Needless to say, the Bus Driver always had a comment and made sure to rub it in. Teresa would reply; you can come in and cook it for me, but there were no offers.
Gary and Teresa always looked forward to the bus trips to the International Plowing Matches held in Southern Ontario and the numerous Fall Fairs and Craft shows. In the Springtime, Teresa looked forward to watching her perennials come to bloom. She would then plant her marigolds, flowering cabbages and other various flowers. The neighbors called their home
the house of all seasons as her flowers would bloom from Spring right up to Christmas. Everyone enjoyed her old fashion mums, the cabbages and sedum. Gary liked to water her flowers and he did an excellent job. He always looked forward to his Sunday suppers from Dwyer Hill, St. Patrick’s Day in the spring and going to Mount St. Patrick in September and other events. Teresa always said the way to a man’s heart is to feed him and that she did.
Remember,if you are going to have lunch with anyone, don’t put it off as you will never know what will happen. If you are thinking or talking about me, stop and say a prayer. You never know when you will need one yourself.
I want to Thank each and everyone for coming to my Funeral. Enjoy your lunch and have a good day.
Till we meet again. Teresa May 16, 2013
Teresa Margaret Crawford (nee Brown)
In the arms of her loving husband, Teresa passed peacefully at Smiths Falls District Hospital on May 27, 2021 at the age of 67 years. Beloved wife of Gary Crawford. Predeceased by her parents James Brown and Margaret Tims. Will be sadly missed by her brothers Leo Brown (Ruth) and Ken Brown (Vivian), her sister Pauline Kelly (Don) and many nieces and nephews.
I am indexing all of the families of Fortingall/Kenmore/Weem/Killin in Perthshire in order to reconstruct family trees. I am doing so in order to reconstruct the McKercher families, which is a smaller family from the area – as I need to find the female marriages and childrens birth order to relate. My work is here: https://www.mckercher.org
Most of my work is vast spreadsheets, but I am adding families into the index as I relate them. All McKercher/McKerracher in the index proper, but only a subset of other families so far. I do have errors here and there – I am correcting as I fill out more families.
As I work, I am connecting with the families that immigrated – correcting sooo many incorrect trees floating about. Having all the families organized means I can see the patterns of immigration more easily, i.e. the Glengarry families, the Stormont, the Lochiel, the Argenteuil, Bruce, Elgin and so on. There are missing records in Perthshire between 1800 and 1855 as families were on the move due to evictions and seeking work, as well as because some started not to bother registering births. The ministers in the area record the fact on some obscure page of the parish records. This makes connecting harder, so I am using child naming order, as these families really adhered to it for the first or second generations after immigrating.
I previously commented on your blog to correct for a McDonald family that was actually a McCall/McColl/McCail family in the Scottish records. There are a fair number of aliases thrown about in Breadalbane, and the immigrant families finalized their last name as one or another, leaving no note of the fact for their descendants.
There are 3 branches of McDiarmids in Breadalbane/Glenlyon. 1) the Baron McDiarmids of Craigeanie, Glenlyon/Fortingall 2) The Royal McDiamids of Morenish, Killin/Kenmore and 3) The Black lipped McDiarmids of (not sure yet) Killin/Kenmore.
The McDiamids do not appear in surrounding parishes until later, as the above migrated about.
Of the Craigeanie McDiarmids – an Angus McDiarmid married a cousin Catherine McDiarmid in 1782. Two of their boys – James and John immigrated to Beckwith – noted down the page here:
Their older brother Duncan stayed in Craigeanie where he died in 1867. Their younger brother Archibald died in Dunblane in 1855.
James married 1st Mary McNaughton and 2nd Susan Malloch of Carie, Kenmore (whose family immigrated as well)
John married Mary McLaren of Balquhidder.
The other McDiarmids listed who immigrated to Beckwith was a Duncan (and son Angus) – who came from Comrie, Perthshire. McDiarmids are not native to Comrie – so he is from Breadalbane/Glenlyon – small chance he could be from Argyll, but I don’t think so. Likely moved to Comrie and then took the opportunity to immigrate.
He married 1st Margaret McGregor and 2nd to Mary McPherson alias McVurrich (The McVurrich’s resided for the most part on the north shore of Loch Tay).
A number of trees with Duncan McDiarmids family have his birth as being that of a Duncan from Argyll – whose parents childrens naming does not fit with his own childrens – this the 1778 date. It is the incorrect parents/birth for him. They have his death as 1836.
I am trying to find his death record and an actual birth year based on his death that has not been guessed at. I believe he may be a cousin to John and James (as he can’t be a brother).
Your article references a Leah as having submitted it. Do you have her contact info?
(As an aside – while I have mapped out the family of Duncan McKercher of Beckwith, I may have the incorrect parents/connection. Will sort in time)
LindaThese photos are a scan of a picture I recently received from my sister Eleanore Eliopoulis. I put as many names to the individuals as I can remember but they are not all accurate due to the more than 60 years that have passed since that time. Some names that I think should be there are missing because I am not sure.. Faye Robertson, Beverly Emerson etc. I, of course, am not in the photo as (for whatever reason) I always managed to avoid these photo sessions. I don’t see John Clifford, Sam Saunders, Wayne Ormrod-
BUT there must be some of us left from that era that would be able to add some names. I will eventually get the photo to Jennifer-if she is interested, and perhaps it can be restored somewhat. From time to time I will go back to the photo as some name or other pops up for no reason, ie. I struggled over “Pauline Burns”, whom I recognized but for the longest time, her name escaped me but when I opened the photo this morning-there it was. I hope I am right. There are many others that I knew but still struggling with the names.
Like us all Larry and thank you and Eleanore!
Ray Paquette said:
Because of the technology available at the time, the picture was taken twice: the left hand side and then the right. This provided an opportunity for the late Bill Hendry to appear in his assigned position on the left then to quickly speed to the right side and reappear standing and smiling impishly, appearing in the photo twice!!!
Archibald Peden from Carleton Place sent a note to A.H Heayes Esq. In Boston, Mass. March 30th, 1883. It was stamped “answered” and from the notation on the envelope it is an inquiry about a lot. In doing some research Albert was a real estate lawyer.
Jeri LunneyI will never forget her. They lived across the street from my parents in Pakenham. My brother, Ken Doherty, died at the age of 31 in Espanola in 1972. I had to drive from South March to Pakenham in the middle of the night to tell my parents. When I got there, my key wouldn’t open the door since my dad had an extra lock from the inside. It was his barber shop. I panicked then went across the street to the Paiges and woke them up. They helped me break the glass on the door and get inside. The family all drove to Espanola that morning and we were there for several days. When we came back the door had been repaired. Good neighbours and good friends!
Stephen BrathwaiteMary was warm and welcoming and mom to some wonderful people. Im glad i knew her.And the photos don’t do her justice. She had a soft beautiful smile. She was lovely
Brenda ParsonsMost precious, lovely lady , yes with a beautiful smile. Anyone that had crossed paths with her was very fortunate.
Alice PaigeShe was a lively, sweet, intelligent woman. We were good friends for many years. Mary grew up in PEI. She was an Islander at heart but loved Pakenham and the friends and family she had here. She told me many stories about her younger life. A different time and so interesting.
Gayle DoxtaterShe was a wonderful lady. I got to know her when I worked at the Centennial restaurant in Pakenham.
At the age of eighteen Mary was teaching at a one-room school at Albion, PEI (many grades in one room was no doubt valuable preparation for rearing six kids and welcoming all their pals). Throughout her life she cherished her Island roots, often returning to see family and friends. During the war, she was hired by the Bank of Montreal in Charlottetown to fill a vacancy left when her brother Dan enlisted in the army never to return. On a blind date in 1943, Mary met Bertram Courtney Paige, an RCAF officer from Bridgeport, Ontario who was training in Summerside. Before Bert returned overseas, they were wed in 1944 in Alberta where he had been stationed. Bert and Mary lived in Kitchener, Waterloo and Gowanstown prior to moving to Pakenham in 1965.
Mary was a quiet, private person who deeply valued her friendships with dear neighbours in Pakenham, as well as those formed while working as the bookkeeper in the early days of the Centennial Restaurant. She treasured the time spent as a life member of the Women’s Institute, as a member of St. Andrew’s United Church and the UCW, as a volunteer at the library, and at the card table playing bridge. The Millstone
My Grandfather didn’t like talking about the war, or really, anything about the past. I never realized just how strong his feelings were until one evening while we were watching a documentary about the first World War— I saw tears in his eyes. Grampy Knight had never been one to show his emotions easily. He must have seen horrible things in the war, but he rarely spoke about it, or his childhood.
Despite my Grandfather’s reluctance to talk about anything, World War 1 seems to have been his peak experience. Sometimes it appeared to me that he found the rest of his life, as a successful businessman, and man of the community, anticlimactic and vaguely disappointing. Like many, he had a hard time sleeping at night as there had been years without a lot to smile about throughout his life.
Grampy Knight had fought with the British Army in WWI in France and had been one of the first soldiers to be poisoned with mustard gas in the trenches. My father had participated in WWII with the Canadian Army, and his greatest disappointment was that I never followed suit.
I often wondered why my father wanted to follow in my Grandfather Knight’s footsteps as Grampy had returned from the trenches in France after WW1 with medals and a lifetime encyclopedia full of stories that he rarely spoke about. But, my father came back from training in Georgia sadly never to set foot on the foreign countries he so wanted to defend. He too rarely spoke about his time in military service, but I assumed he was disappointed in his achievements.
War was a serious business in the Knight family– even when we were at peace. Once in a very blue moon I was suddenly lectured on the devastation of war. My Grandfather had lived in the muddy trenches of France for long periods of time and then spent the rest of his living years dealing with the repercussions of being gassed. He used a quote that the use of gas was “a cynical and barbarous disregard of the well-known usages of civilized war”— even though they had no idea what had happened to them at the time.
Gas had a profound psychological impact on soldiers – it terrified and killed many of them. Watching him hold his temples in pain from migraines every few days upset me and the mind of a child wondered if it had led to a better tomorrow. Was there pressure on them to remain silent, or was there a drift into leaving the memories all behind for mental peace. Their self reliance and courage sometimes bent in all sorts of shape but never broke, but most times they just never talked about it
Many generations of our families endured wars, Spanish Flu, Diphtheria, Polio, droughts, depression and yet they survived it all. They made do during the bad times and suddenly they experienced changes they thought they would never see. But, I always remembered to ask about things, and sometimes I got a story to remember, and sometimes I didn’t.
This week I reminded folks to talk to your grandparents and capture the stories for generations to come. It seems a lot of us haven’t been very good at listening to the stories from the past, and in most cases they are the reason for our success. Remember some of us might walk a lot faster, but our elders most certainly know the road and the memories of living through it. There is no doubt they became stronger through their experiences. Everyone has a story to tell, whether they want to tell them or not, and all someone has to do is just ask. Legacy is not leaving something for people. It’s about leaving something in people, remember that.
In Memory of Carman Lalonde, one of the greatest story tellers of Lanark County.