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And Then There’s Maude —— Maud of the Willow Inn

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And Then There’s Maude —— Maud of the Willow Inn

I have personally never seen anything except maybe I saw a piece of an old print dress one night. I’m night auditor and I’ve heard a voice but not seen anything or any sign except maybe things dirtied after being cleaned-Last fall when we were filming a movie a dude saw her in the window.— Danny Delahunt

In 1837, a servant girl named Maud was murdered at what is now the Auberge Willow Place Inn in Hudson. Her crime? Overhearing a conversation she shouldn’t have about the Lower Canada Rebellion, a Palriote revolt against the British colonial power in Quebec. At least, that’s what local folklore will tell you. The Willow Inn is the subject of plenty of ghost stories, according to Dan Ducheneaux, the founder of Ghost Hunters of Ottawa for Scientific Truth, or GHOST. His organization, which is made up of hobbyists who lake a scientific approach to ghost hunting.

There are many questions in the air about Maud’s story, including whether she actually existed. “At this point, we don’t know if a murder actually did occur. There’s actually no historical documents proving that. We also don’t know if the girl’s name was Maud.

Legend has it that in 1837, a servant girl named Maud was murdered at the Willow Inn, one of many ghost stories involving the inn. According to the Hudson Historical Society, Francois-Xavier Desjardins ran a general store out of the inn at the time of Maud’s supposed murder. Desjardins was a known Patriot, Ducheneaux said, and the Willow Inn became a Patriotic meeting place under Desjardins’s stewardship.

The story says Maud was eavesdropping on a Patriotic meeting at the inn and thai she was murdered and buried in the basement of the inn, according to the historical society. “It’s quite an interesting slory. There (are) so many contradicting facts,” Ducheneaux said, adding that the inn’s patrons have reported hearing singing in the hallways and seeing apparitions. Patricia Wenzel bought The Willow Inn wilh her husband, David Ades. They had been coming to the inn for 30 years and even had their first few dates there, Wenzel said. The (ghost) stories kept coming to us. It’s a lot of stories, it’s not just one or two,” Wenzel said. While she said she doesn’t know how much validity there is to the tales, she was intrigued and she did her own research.

The Gazette

Montreal, Quebec, Canada12 Jul 2017, Wed  •  Page 3

Slamming doors, chairs knocked over, mysterious mushrooms and a singing voice are part of the spooky stuff attributed to Maud, a ghost said to be very much at home at Willow Place Inn in Hudson. While there are those who not only dispute Maud’s hauntings, they are dubious about the existence of a flesh-and-blood woman with that name, don’t tell Donald Major she’s just a flight of fantasy – he’s heard her go bump in the night too often to think otherwise. Sometimes her presence has been strong enough to send him racing out of the inn; where he worked as a bartender from 1971 to 1976. “I don’t think she was abad ghost but sometimes when I was there alone the noises she made would frighten me so much I would just run out of the place leaving all the doors unlocked,” he said.

Through the years, as the legend of Maud grow, historians have tried to set the record straight as to her identity. It is known that the house was built in 1820 as a private home for Frances Mallet and his family In 1824 it was bought and used as a general store by Xavior Desjardin, who held political meetings there: with the Patriotes during the 1837-1838 Rebellion. During these troubled times it was reported that firearms were forged in the cellar. At that time, according to the lore, a young girl by the name of Maud was employed there and she overheard the plans for the uprising at St Eustache that took place on Dec , 14,1837. – Maud had made it known that her sympathies were with the militia and she was murdered to keep her from informing on the Patriotes’ plans. She was secretly buried in the basement of the house and since then has been the resident ghost. Not so, according to Roy Hodgson, who says he believes in ghosts but that the Maud story is pure fabrication.

“It’s a historical fact that no one was ever killed in that house. I think it was all dreamed up to put some spice into a sleepy little town,” said the Hudson historian, who has written three books on local buildings and is past president of the Hudson Historical Society Like most lore, the story began with a kernel of truth, he said. There was a Mary Kirkbride who worked for Desjardin and she did inform the militia about the Patriotes plans to the burning of houses in the area. Desjardin was cleared of the charges but was captured and taken prisoner at the Battle of St. Eustache when the Patriotes were defeated.

But Hodgson’s documentation is a hard sell to those like Major who say they have felt the ghostly emanations of a woman who supposedly came to a bloody end. Another former employee says that while cleaning up in the dining room she felt Maud patting her back and at the same time there was a strong smell of damp moss. Those who are Maud believers and have worked at the inn contend that the ghost displayed definite mood swings. At times she could be like a playful child, hiding pens or bookends, and then she would become surly, particularly on cold nights when she was in a hurry to get warmed up.

Her mode of entry was to go hurtling through a window knocking down a set of Chippendale chairs. During her placid periods she sat in a rocking chair humming a pretty song in a little hallway alcove outside Room 8. One waitress saw the empty rocking chair going back and forth as if someone had just risen from it. It could only have been Maud, she said, because everyone was downstairs at dinner. At first Major tried to attribute the melodic tones he heard to the wind but he felt theywere much too pretty to be air moving through the walls.

Then there was the curious case of the manicured mushrooms that grew on the spot where Maud was alleged to have been buried. According to Major, mushrooms thrived in the damp basement and when they grew to a certain point they would suddenly appear to be neatly clipped, as if someone had snipped them with a sharp knife or scissors. It is still a mystery as to who cut them. No one has said they have seen Maud, or any type of apparition, but there are those like Major who are convinced that strange things begin to happen when the wind begins to cross Lac des Deux Montagnes and there is the sense of snow in the air. These strange things were reported 20 years ago but Maud’s legend lingers since then the original building was demolished by fire and was replaced with an new structure in its Georgian-Victorian style.

“When the old house burned down I think that’s when Maud disappeared, because that had been her home all these years,” Major said. While the blaze was being put out one of the firefighters was heard to say: “I guess Maud is really toast now.” Has Maud really gone? “Every now and then one of the staff will feel the sensation of a cool breeze in the hallway – and this is a new building where it is unlikely for draughts to penetrate the walls or windows,” said owner Michael Dobbie, who has himself had no run-in with Maud since buying the inn in 1982.

One of his present employees, who doesn’t want her name used, has the feeling that an unseen presence is trying to get a foothold in the inn. She doesn’t know whether it is Maud or not but there have been some unusual manifestations leading her to believe that perhaps some type of haunting is going on again. “On two occasions, while I was working late, the front door came flying open and I felt something come into the building, and our doors are heavy and close very tightly,” she said. “One night a Japanese businessman checked in and five minutes later he came down the stairs asking for another room,” she said. He explained: “I can’t stay there, I feel eyes on me everywhere.” Is Maud trying to get back into her old home?

Read more at

The Journal – YLJ

Local Hauntings – The Willow Inn By Jules-Pierre Malartre–Undated picture of a ghostly figure allegedly taken at the Willow Inn (printed with kind permission from the Hudson Historical Society).

Yes the Willow Inn is openclick on their website

Service options: Dine-in · No takeout · No deliveryAddress: 208 Rue Main, Hudson, QC J0P 1H0Hours: Open ⋅ Closes 3 p.m. ⋅ Reopens 5 p.m.Health and safety: Reservations required · Mask required · Staff wear masks · Staff required to disinfect surfaces between visits · More detailsPhone(450) 458-7006

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The Gazette
Montreal, Quebec, Canada
14 Sep 2016, Wed  •  Page D15

Hudson and the Patriote Rebellion of 1837-8.

Hudson was involved in this important event in pre-Confederation history. The (original) Willow Inn, then owned by a Mr. Desjardins, was a site for Patriote activities. A Mr. Whitlock was another prominent English-speaking Patriote. John Thompson’s book Hudson: the Early Years Up to 1867 provides a wealth of information about the turbulent events of that era.

Those amongst you who read French should also have a look at the ethnologist Robert Lionel Seguin’s important work on the history of the insurrection in the county of Vaudreuil entitled Le mouvement insurrectionnel dans le Presqu’ile de Vaudreuil–1837-1838, published in 1955. As well, you might want to read Seguin’s history of St. Thomas Aquinas Parish, also in French, published on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the parish of St. Thomas Aquinas in 1947. This last mentioned work is both difficult to come by and more than just a history of St. Thomas Parish. It is also a history of that part of the country of Vaudreuil that stretches along the Ottawa river. Read more about Hudson’s history CLICK HERE

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The Ghost of Black Rapids

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The Ghost of Black Rapids

Daniel SmallLost Ottawa
February 5, 2018  · 
A hot summer day at Black Rapids, c1960, Grandpa having me jump in off the pier.

Today, a certified ghost story, one of the hair-raising creepy, sort, and told by Mr. John Boyd, who lived just south of Carlsbad Springs. Mr. Boyd lives in Gloucester, but the story concerns the township of Nepean opposite Black Rapids. The chief actor in this exciting story was Mr. Boyd’s father, a north of Ireland man, who came to Canada in the 1830s, and settled near Black Rapids on the Gloucester side of the river.

Recollection of Drowned Lands on River Sticks (Styx), Rideau Canal

In the1850s there began to sift into Gloucester strange stories about a ghost that was being frequently seen across the river in Nepean, on a vacant farm on the edge of what was known as the “drowned lands”. The stories grew clearer and more circumstantial. Many persons were seeing the ghost, or whatever it was.

One night at the Boyd home representatives of the Padgett, Davidson, Mulligan, Nash, Stratford and Collins families discussed the supposed ghost, and came to the conclusion that the matter should be investigated. Alex Boyd volunteered to do the investigating. It was winter at the time. The next night, being full moonlight, Mr. Boyd decided to make the trip, and make it alone, so that the ghost would not be scared away by too many people. Mr. John Boyd says his father after getting across the river into Nepean went to the home of Allck Mulligan. It was near Mr. Mulligan’s that the vacant farm was and besides Mr. Mulligan was stated to have frequently seen the apparition.

When Mr. Boyd arrived at the home of Mr. Mulligan, Mr. M. confirmed the statement that he had often seen the apparition. He showed Mr. Boyd the spot where the ghost was always seen at aspot near the edge of a marsh. He, however, advised Mr. Boyd not to go alone. One could never tell what might happen. Mr. Boyd said that he was not afraid and that he came alone by choice. Leaving Mr. Mulligan’s comfortable fireside, Mr. Boyd started alone for the deserted farm, and took up a position at a point near the line of the spectre’s regular progress.

He waited with an afterwards admitted nervousness. Shortly after 12.00 (midnight) Mr. Boyd became aware of the approach of a white spectral object. He could observe the form of a man, but there were no features, and the limbs were not clearly defined. But the object moved. It sort of glided along. There was no sound of crunching snow, nothing, but a deadly silence an uncanny silence. Mr. Boyd’s hair began to literally rise on his head. But he fought back the fear that began to assail him.

He had felt himself in the presence of something supernatural. As the white indefinite object drew near Alex Boyd steeled his nerves. He aeciaea to speak to tne tning. ae in a often heard in Ireland that if one spoke to a ghost, it would be set at liberty from its wanderings. As the spectre came within 50 feet the Gloucester man called out: “Who are you and what do you want?” There was no response. When the ghost was nearly opposite him, Mr. Boyd again called out: “Speak, what troubles you?” Again no answer, but the apparition glided slowly by.


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Lock, Dam, &c at the Black Rapids – Men pumping Water out of the Lock, to hang the Gates &c, 1830

By this time Alex Boyd was fully convinced that he was talking to a ghost. Cold perspiration broke out over him. He decided, however, to follow the apparition in the hope that it would lead him to the source of Its trouble. The ghost kept on its course, skirting the marsh and heading towards the river, the direction in which Mr. Boyd would have to go to get home. The pace of the ghost accelerated, but the man managed to keep up with it, plowing through deep snow and climbing over obstacles. He noticed that there were no marks on the snow where the ghost moved. He knew then that the thing he followed was supernatural.

In due time the apparition cane to the Rideau River. It descended the bank, and went out onto the snow, covering the river. As Mr. Boyd got to the top of the bank, he saw the appartion go into thin nothingness and just disappear. Mr. Boyd went home that night full of wonder as to what it was an about. Had there been a murder committed on the vacant farm or had some former occupant of the farm been drowned In the river? Later other people from both sides of the river saw the appartion,, but Alex Boyd did not have any desire for a further sight of it. He agreed with Mr. Allck Mulligan that ghosts were good things to leave alone.

From Lost Ottawa

Kris GibbsMy father was the Lockmaster at Black Rapids for the better part of a decade. If memory serves me, it was from the early to late 90s.

Jimmie EllacottWhere I learned to swim in the 50s with my sister Bev.

Eileen MahoneyI remember going there a lot with my parents so my Dad could put his boat in

Geoff Baker

February 9, 2018  · This undated photo of Black Rapids shows the ‘beach’ area in the lower right, with the boat tie up jetty beside it. The beach, in my experience, has very little sand and is grass right to the water, and the water is more swampy than beachy. The weir and chute are on the left in this image, and there is no beach there.

Above the dam is also without beach, but there’s a nice grassy picnic area — on my experience it’s that picnic ground that is the attraction.

David Delaneyused to go fishing there as a kid , while dad sat in the lockmasters house sharing a bottle with the lockmaster , remember an incident when a muskie pulled a little kid off the dock into the river

Margaret McNarryLoved Black Rapids! Mom and Dad would take us there for picnics and swimming. I learned to swim there. My youngest brother was always looking for the “Rabbits”!

Brian NortonRipped bathing suits sliding down that weir.

Betty PilbrowSpent so much time at Black Rapids in the early 50s. As soon as Dad got home from work we’d pack up the car with our coolers, blankets and everything else beach related! We three girls would jump off the locks when Mom and Dad weren’t looking…so much fun

Micheal KostenukIn the early 60s, my friends and I would bike there in the summers from City View. Loved Black Rapids, especially the side with the little dam/falls that we’d slide down.

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The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
29 Aug 1925, Sat  •  Page 26
John T. Robertson Obituary- Caldwell Bookeeper Rideau Canal

Did Anyone Find the Lost Barrel of Silver Coins That Lies at the Bottom of the Rideau Canal?

When One Boat Filled the Rideau Lock–Rideau King

The Ghost in the Glen

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The Ghost in the Glen

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Peggy Cameron couldn’t account for the feeling she had descending the front stairway. It was like a prudish father who frowned whenever she was dressed up to go out. It wasn’t the first time either. The same feeling had swept several times in the past few months since the Camerons had moved to the Glen.

Yet the feeling had never been quite so real. Something was there, and it was staring directly at her or it felt like it. I Through her mind swept all all the strange things that had happened since they arrived.

The Glen, built on a large acreages of dense trees near Almonte, had been their dream home. It was built in 1918 by Archibald Rosamond, who owned the Rosamond Textile Mill.  He was one of the town’s richest men when he died in 1945. A few weeks after they moved in, Peggy smelled pipe smoke, an aromatic tobacco that wafted through the upper halls near the front bedroom. She berated her husband, John, because she assumed he was trying to sneak a cigarette when he was supposed to quit smoking. He claimed it wasn’t him, and then it happened again, when nobody else was home. Strange things were happening more often now, too. Her sons swore a wooden bureau had moved on its own.

Things seemed to move from where she put them. And that horrible pipe tobacco . . . There on the stairs, an icy feeling in her chest, Peggy Cameron made up her mind to find out who, or what, was in her house. The answer astounded her. Former cohorts and friends of Archibald Rosamond weren’t surprised when Peggy described the incidents. It was plain–he had come back from the grave. All Archie’s habits his fondness for his pipe, his playfulness and presence in the front room and attic where he spent most of his time were perpetuated by his ghost. The Camerons, took their phantom in stride. Now, especially at parties, when utensils and bowls are missing, there’s an all-purpose explanation. “Oh, it’s just Archie.”

Thanks Meaghan Cameron for the heads up on this story.

 

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The Ghost of the Post Office Clock

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The Ghost of the Post Office Clock

 

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In May of 1993 the old clock that stood guard on the Almonte Post Office building was deemed fixed– or sort of. But a few days later the repaired clock ground to a stop with the hands locked in at 9:10.

Gossip on Mill Street said the clock should be fixed in time for the Ice Cream Festival– or maybe not. A Canada Post employee named Don McMillan had fixed the pulley system but the chiming mechanism still had a mind of its own.

McMillan said that it really wasn’t his fault as the ghost that lived in the building just hated to be kept awake. Some had spoken of the ghost before, but no one had really seen it except for Don McMillan. One day returning from the belfry tower he had found a previously  opened door closed. Then there was the day that the basement lights were turned off– but the lights had been on when he went up.

Even though Don swore up and down there was a ghost in the building– some disagreed with him and then there were those that agreed on the poltergeist. Harriet Byrne had heard footsteps and so had several former Post Office staff.

Byrne assured everyone that the repair crew would return and fix that darn clock, no matter how much it irritated the Ghost of the Almonte Post Office.

In 1921 a severe electric storm accompanied by heavy rain, wind and hail stones, passed over this district. It was the most severe of the summer. The roof of the dyeing room at the Rosa­mond Woolen Co. mill was lifted off and is being repaired. The hail stones, many of them as large as marbles, fell for ten minutes and shattered the north face of the town clock on the post office. The clock did not stop however and it ticked serenely on as it always does whether on time or not and still smiles down with its battered eye. Many trees were damaged and all around the district the gale swept things before it.

 

 

 

 

In the nearby town of Almonte, there is a clock on top of the old post office. This clock runs, with its original mechanism. I got to know James, who maintains and winds the clock, and he offered to give me a tour.. CLICK

 

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Lucy Carleton sent this Almonte Gazette article about Ron’s dedication to the Almonte clock tower. See Millstone Article

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  1. 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 and The Tales of Almonte
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    The Mystery of the Almonte Post Office Clock –Five Minutes Fast and other Things….

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The Dagg Poltergeist of Shawville Original Newspaper Story 1889

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The Dagg Poltergeist of Shawville Original Newspaper Story 1889

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Quite the story and rather than tell it I dug up up the actual newspaper report from 1889

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Percy Woodcock, photography v. 1879

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The Dagg Haunting read more here.. CLICK

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Did you Know Old Burnside has a Ghostly Horse?

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James Wylie (1789-1854) was a merchant, Rideau Canal contractor, postmaster, farmer, county agricultural society president and builder of the Almonte residence Burnside.

Wylie who by 1849 was a legislative Councillor for Canada came to Perth in 1820 and opened a mercantile business. In 1822 he moved to Ramsay Township and built a log cabin, which was one of the first homesteads on the banks of the Mississippi. As a Scotsman he did not waste nary a thing and that original log cabin was incorporated as a dairy into Wylie’s second home, a huge Georgian home. That unique home which was built of stone has always been known as Old Burnside.

The stone from my home is from a quarry just outside of Almonte, but Old Burnside was lucky to have outcroppings on the 200 acre property and were utilized in and out. The dining room hearth which was originally the kitchen hearth has a base of 18 feet of rock flanked by butternut panellings. Slabs of rock were also used in the doorways. Gorgeous rooms and a foyer that has been changed many times look over a view  of the famous ‘burn’ rippling in cascades that tumbles into a cataract into the Mississippi.

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Legend is there is a ghost horse on the property whose hoof beats are heard on cold dark winter nights. Folklore says that a long time ago that very horse took cover in a passage way formed by the double wall and unable to turn around. The poor horse was trapped and ended up starving himself.

By 1848 the Wylie family had outgrown itself and built a larger home next door. His eldest son James Hamilton lived in the original home with his family and then later occupied by two of his sons, John and James. In 1912 it was rented out to well known Dr.and Mrs. MacIntosh Bell. Dr. Bell was a well known geologist and improved the grounds so much the home became a local showplace.

After Dr. Bell’s death the home was sold in 1934 to the Winslow-Spraggue family and then Mr and Mrs. Howard Campbell. The house is presently for sale.

 

 

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Sue Winslow-Spragge-The woman wearing the pearls is my grandmother, Lois Sybil Winslow-Spragge. She and her husband Edward were one of the people who owned Old Burnside.  The other woman is Linda Nilson-Rogers mother–Hilda. Those silver earrings were her favourites!

 

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Angie Arendt and her husband asks: My husband and I bought Old Burnside and are hopeful that in the coming years we will learn more of this house’s story and history. We have heard snippets and have a few old photos that we downloaded from the Almonte website. Other than that, though we don’t know much–
And gathering memories of the house from folks would be lovely! Thank you for the suggestion. We’ve heard some stories about how folks got married here or stayed here when it was a B&B. I’m hopeful we can gather up some of the older stories, too. Can you add anything?

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Ghosts Imagined by Minds Soaked by Too Much Whiskey?

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Ghosts  Imagined by Minds Soaked by Too Much Whiskey?

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Are there ghosts? Well that depends- within the sight of the Peace Tower there is a famous haunted house well designed and well maintained and the family just treats it a as a family retainer and somewhat harmless. But here is a Canadian ghost story that has travelled through the ages.

The McDonalds built their home on a plot of land in Wallaceburg, Ontario desired by a woman known as the old woman in the Long Low Log house. When McDonald refused to sell his land to the woman and her three children, the paranormal activity began. Between 1830 and 1840 bullets would shoot through the home’s windows before dropping harmlessly to the floor, the sound of marching men could be heard in the house, pots and pans would dance in the air and balls of fire would erupt in the house.

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The ghost was exorcised by the local clergy and for good measure a medicine man was summoned also for extra measure. An enterprising Yankee was passing by and he said nailing a horseshoe above the door and for his trouble he was arrested on the spot for witchcraft. That 5 minute ordeal took 6 months to straighten out while our American friend languished in jail. One year later in 1830 things got worse and fires began to break out all over the house- over 50 outbreaks in one day alone. So cooking anything was out of the question but the demon just moved his fires out to the barn. Finally a fire broke in the home that was so bad the family barely escaped with their lives.

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By this time the McDonald family figured they were under the spell of some witch and there are two plausible endings to this story so choose one. Most of the local folks offered different interpretations. Some say it was because of sacred native grave sites tampered with out of anger- and some said people just drank too darn much.

  1. The McDonald’s employed the services of the famous Dr. John Troyer. Apparently the lost souls were getting tired at this point and said one more fire, and then the house would be at peace.

2. However, at the advice of a 15-year-old girl called Jane with supposed mystical powers, McDonald moulded a silver bullet and shot a goose with a black head that had evaded him on his farm. His bullet connected with the goose’s wing and it escaped into nearby reeds.

McDonald then went to the Long Low Log house and found the old woman who wanted to buy his land.  She was sitting on her front porch in her rocking chair with a broken arm! From the time that the bird was shot and the old woman was wounded, no spiritual manifestations were ever heard of at the McDonald farm and peace again fell on the Baldoon….

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The Attic Ghost of William Street?

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The Attic Ghost of William Street?

 

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There seems to be a lot of ghosts in rural towns that were once past old settlements.  I get asked all the time if I know about certain ghosts in various homes in Lanark County. True hauntings are rare occurrences, and it can be difficult to determine whether or not any strange activities in your home are due to a haunting.

For one thing, theories on what ghosts are and what a “real” haunting is—what causes it or why it starts—vary wildly. I have had quite few unexplained things happen in my home, and a lot of sightings of fleeting shapes and shadows, usually seen out of the corner of my eye. Those are called Shadow People and many times, the shadows have vaguely human forms, while other times they are less distinguishable or smaller like at the home on Lake Avenue East.

Janice Lynch emailed me asking if I knew about a William Street ghost:

Apparently there is an old story that is going around from friends of mine that a house across from the park on William Street is haunted by a little girl who died in the house and is now living  in the attic.  Friends of mine used to live in the house and told her about it–had I heard anything about it?”

 

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Well, William Street, as I recall, had its list of tragedies, perhaps, more so than any other street in Carleton Place. One child, Cecil Cummings, fell to his death at the end of William Street, and then someone from the Glover family was also killed that lived around that same street.

A young Glover child was crushed under a lumber yard wagon and fatally injured while sliding down an incline on William Street in front of his home. His lifeless body was brought into the house where he died within minutes. It is said he still shares the home where he died spiritually, and noises have always been heard upstairs where some rooms feel colder than others. A large mirror in one of the bedrooms was placed strategically for a view of the hall that is full of noises at night, but no apparitions have been seen, just shadows and noises.

So is this the same home that Janice inquired about? Is it really a boy and not a girl? The truth is, it is very difficult to see spirits or ghosts. Even most people who have been ghost investigators their entire lives have never directly seen or experienced a ghost. There are psychics and mediums who claim to be able to see and make contact with those from the other side. If they indeed have this remarkable ability — and they might — it seems to be a gift that they have had all their lives. I had a medium come to my house on a house tour a few  years ago and she clasped my hands and said to me:

“The spirits are alive and well in your home.”

It was nothing I did not know having encountered shenanigans the first day we move in in 1981. We all wonder about death and the beyond, and we will never understand if ghosts do really exist. But, ghost stories are speculations, what I would call little experiments in death- but in reality all we have is now.

 

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.

 

relatedreading

The Spirits Are Alive and Well

The Shadow People of Lake Ave East

The Very Sad Tale of Cecil Cummings of Carleton Place

The Continuing Curse of William Street in Carleton Place

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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!!!
https://www.facebook.com/events/1211329495678960/

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

Here we go Carleton Place– Mark Your Calendars–

October 28th The Occomores Valley Grante and Tile Event–730pm-1am Carleton Place arena-Stop by and pick up your tickets for our fundraiser dance for LAWS. They also have tickets for Hometown Hearts event at the Grand Hotel fundraiser

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The Smith’s Falls Ghost Story of 1927

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The year of 1927 will always be remembered by the residents of Smith’s Falls. It was nothing but a wacky year with sightings of ghostly figures roaming through the Anglican church cemetery. Things got so out of hand the stories made the International press and night after night some of the citizens of Smith’s Falls hung out at the cemetery hoping to see one of these ghosts.

After a few weeks of  seeing nothing but shivering ghost fans everything petered out and the vigil was over. Later, upon examination of the cemetery a deep pit was found covered over in planks. Lodged in the centre was a trap door with a hangman’s noose clinging to it covered in red, which turned out to be paint.

An explanation could never be found and the young lads of Smith’s Falls hoping the ghostly spirit would not die sent letters from spirits to the local police. After a lengthy investigation everyone laughed the whole thing off.

So what really happened that year? Was it the local lads? Or was it something from beyond that will never be explained?

 

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True Ghost Story: The Ghost of James (True Smiths Falls Ghost Stories)

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The following report was sent by Kenneth on Dec 14, 2006:

“Well it’s not much of a story as it’s me recounting some eerie things that sparked my interest in ghost research in the first place. We lived in a house that was close to 100 years old, it was a nice early 20th century home with big rooms and a nice hard wood floor. The house itself was built in 1905 and it had a fire sometime in the 30’s or 40’s which took out the back wall of the house as well as a chimney.

That was just to place you at the scene. When I was young there were some very strange things that happened in this house. There were numerous occasions where we would all be sitting downstairs in the living room of the house and we could hear heavy boot steps going from one end of the house to the other. They were definately boot steps. This was not an old house settling. I would know those sounds anywhere. This was distinct foot steps going from one end of the house to the other. They were really frequent at times especially at night. Being the rational person I am I have tried to rule out the possibility of a ghost in my house but it always creeps back.

One night my brother awoke to seeing a hand crawling up the wall with a reddish tinge. My dad ran in and turned on the lights and no more hand. Now I was not a direct witness to this at all I was not even 2 years old then. I don’t know how to explain this one at all. There are many possibilities.

Last but not least, James saved my life in a way. I was very inebriated after a party at my house and all was done and over. I was alone in my room there was no-one else in the house as they had all left for the night. It was about 3 AM and I was definitely ready to crash. As I did, I had not been asleep for ten minutes when I was jerked awake by a cold force. And I heard MY NAME called three times. As I was really freaked out I was still inebriated and I rolled over. The point is that I was praying to the bucket all night long after that. If I had not have rolled over I would have choked on my own stupidity for sure as I was lying on my back. Strangely enough that is the only thing I can remember from that night.

Any who to conclude with my all too common account I did get some closure and that is also how I put it all together. I came Home from College with my Wife and our son. I had asked my mother if she had heard the “footsteps” lately as a joke. She quickly replied that James was still around in the house and keeping an eye on things. I asked her how she knew his name and she mentioned that in a particular part of the home she would always get images flashing in her head of a WW2 soldier. One time she just got a name, so she looked it up and sure enough the parents of James were the first owners of the house. I asked the living family members about a soldier and they verified that he had been shot in the war. Had he come back home to the place he loved. I will never know but its how I became interested in ghosts and paranormal activities.”

Kenneth sent the following update into their website on Nov 2, 2007:

“Its not much of a story per say more just to follow up on the story I wrote in 2006 about “James”. I found out his actual name is Norman D. Tysick. He was a private in WW2 and died at the age of 26 somewhere in the Italian campaign. Dug up some old census records and voting records. According to his relatives he had fought with his parents before leaving for the War.

Just to correct some of my mistakes. This information is actual government recorded  as there were only 2 casualties with the last name Tysick in WW2 and none in WW1.

For all those people out there. A ghost can be a scary experience, but now that I know who mine was I feel more respect for him than FEAR.

 

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.

 

relatedreading

The Tragic Tale of the Rideau Ferry Swing Bridge

The Bascule Bridge of Smiths Falls — A Ghost Story

True Ghost Stories–Who was the Burgess Ghost?

 

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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!–

 

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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!!!
https://www.facebook.com/events/1211329495678960/

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

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The Secret of the Widow’s House

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Gary Box commented on my story called So Who Lived at 410 Franktown Road? yesterday and I was immediately interested.

“This is a wonderful but sad story…..it is one of my favourite homes when I visit Carleton Place. We used to call it the “Widow’s House” when we were kids. It should be made a Historic Site!”

Okay, you don’t give Linda short answers as she wants to know more. So I asked why and Gary responded:

“If I remember correctly, there was a white “Widow’s Peek” on top of the house which is no longer there. Remember, I was quite young (about 10) and someone told me a story about a Widow who used to walk around the Widow’s Peek at night in the moonlight—very scary. Obviously it was just a story but the Widow’s House stuck as a nickname.”

Now I looked at the picture and could see immediately where that a * “Widow’s Peak” was definitely on that home. Then I went and looked at that small square roof line and sure enough there is trim there where probably a small Widow’s Peak existed.  I had written about a wandering soul in  Hocus Pocus –Necromancy at Fitch Bay,  but what about Carleton Place? So, because it is October– here is my first local fictional ghost story of the season dedicated to Gary Box.

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                  The Secret of the Widow’s House

 

If you wander down Franktown Road some dark evening, chances are you will see what some say is the ghost of a woman who is wandering around the property of 410 Franktown Road. Many women and children in the area have been said to have seen her heavily draped in black and are terror stricken of coming out of their homes after 9 o’clock at night.

*Henry Graham that lives near by thinks if he gets within grabbing distance of the ghost something will happen. The local women are praying earnestly that the ghost falls into his clutches because until she is caught they cannot go to quilting parties, and other diversions. Many of the women also complain of being deprived of going down to the train station to see the last evening express train come in because of the spirit of the wandering widow.

Th ghost is said to haunt the area on a nightly basis and if you go near the property the first thing a person feels is a cold clammy sensation and hears a distant tinkling bell. When Mr. Graham first felt the ghost he turned around and said he saw the ghost of a woman in black from head to toe. He tipped his hat and stepped forward to it and she suddenly disappeared. Mr. Graham guesses he has seen ten women this week rushing for home on Franktown Road nervous about hearing that tinkling bell.

Those were troublesome times back in that dark period of our town’s life some said. There was no doubt that 410 Franktown Road had always had been haunted according to the townsfolk. If you stood there and looked at the property in the dead of night you would hear funny noises—uncanny noises, that would make you think of ghosts and hobgoblins. What causes them nobody knows. It could be mice, or the passing of a breeze under worn out eaves. Who knows?

One cold night in November some young local lads sat down in front of the house and formed a half circle. One recalled shivering each time they heard the clatter of  any shingle that rattled on the Widow’s Peak. At about 9 o’clock their conversation stopped, and in the silence of the night they heard a strange sound. Suddenly they could hear each others heartbeats and fear tugged at their very souls.

“It’s the widow’s ghost!” they cried, and with a clear distinctness they heard a small faint bell. They sat motionless for a few seconds, and again they heard the tinkling sound. One of the boys insisted that they heard her groan, but the others insisted it was nothing more than the sobbing of a restless wind. The bell jingled again and the sound began to partake of the dark and unknown. But, the boys did not run helter-skelter from the building –they remained a shivering trembling crew, determined to become heroes and solve the mystery.

The boys said they became aware of a heavy passing body- yet nothing was visible to their eyes–nothing but dark empty space. One of them picked up a large stone and threw it.  The crash of a stone through the window most certainly awoke anyone in the house and instantly they heard an ungodly cry. They ran to their respective homes after that not caring if they ever found out about the Widow’s Peak Ghost.

The next morning they returned to the scene of the crime and in the gray light of the early dawn there was no sight of anything unusual only a broken window–and that was done by them, not by a ghost. They no longer heard the ghostly tinkling bell, and it wasn’t until two years later when the mystery was explained. One day on passing by the home one of the boys encountered an old man sitting outside with a half grown cat in his lap. The lad admired the cat, and the old man agreed he was lovely, but mentioned that the boy would have loved his other cat better.

“Other cat?” The boy asked. The elderly gentleman nodded and replied that his former cat was a fine gray cat, and one dark night a few years ago he found him deceased by the front door. A stone had hit his head hard and the little silver bell he wore on is neck was also rusty-coloured with blood.

I like to believe that there are ghosts everywhere, but really, what was the moral of this story? Every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings– so do cats, whether they want them or not.

 

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*Henry Graham-fictional character although Grahams did live in the area according to the 1905 Carleton Place Census.

 

Widow’s Peaks-No idea what size or style sat on top of 410 Franktown Road– but Gary Box said it was white.

 

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The Bascule Bridge of Smiths Falls — A Ghost Story

 Hocus Pocus –Necromancy at Fitch Bay

She Came Back! A Ghost Divorce Story

The Love Story of the Lanark County Brakeman

True Ghost Stories–Who was the Burgess Ghost?

The Shadow People of Lake Ave East

The Ghost Lovers of Springside Hall – A True Love Story

The Ghosts of the Mill of Kintail

Love, Lanark Legends and Ghosts

Walking With Ghosts — The Accidental Addiction

The Ghost Ship of Brown’s Hill

The Ghost Towns of Eastern Ontario

Linda’s Dreadful Dark Tales – Minecraft Story of the Lake Memphremagog Monster

I’ve got a Ghost Rash… Telling Secrets from the Past??

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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!–

 

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