Do you remember Carleton Place Police Force Constable Ray McIssac, or Police Chief Herb Cornell? In the photo they are proudly standing in front of a newly acquired Ford police cruiser on Mill Street in 1960. Look how much Mill Street has changed!–Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum
A few months ago I put this photo up on Facebook and people just went nuts. How great is this picture and today when I was searching for something on the Carleton Place and Beckwith Museum Facebook page I found these comments:
Peter Bradley— Herb use to bring us moose meat when he went hunting, he would sit outside our gate on High Street with the speed trap and I would take the car numbers down for him; only Ontario plates, out of province cars were too much paperwork! He was a proper town copper. The best!
Ted Hurdis —I remember them both. We had a peeping tom problem back then. He use to come every Sunday night. We couldn’t catch him and Herb said ” Boyd if you kill him make sure he is on your property ” good sound advice from the chief. Hahaha
Valerie Edwards–My memory of Herb – he would & could tell your parents what you were up to before you got home to make an excuse. Actually it was a good thing growing up with the knowledge that someone was watching out for you & they knew who you belonged to. Sure inconvenient as a kid but gave you a sense of belonging not like nowadays where no one cares.
Blaine Cornell brought this in this week. This is his Dad Herb Cornell with Ray McIsaac- Check out the corner after the old Taylor’s Garage. There was a building there where there is an empty parking lot now next to Spartan’s Pizza. Anyone remember what that was?
For all the folks asking what was on the corner where the town empty parking lot is now next to Spartans you can see the building which was formerly Don Switzers garage .I believe later on it was run by Mel Phillips , Susan’s dad
I have written how Carleton Place got the name Cartoon Place– and it seems the tales of disorderly conduct go way way back to the beginning of time in our fair town.
The newspapers of Carleton Place in 1870 blamed the increase in drinking and debauchery to the increasing new immigrants arriving in town. The tide of evil was quickly infiltrating the town as the bars were open until all hours. They lamented that the beautiful new places of worship and Christian fellowship were being marred by intoxicating drinks being sold on a Sunday. It was a common sight to see men laying on the sides of the main streets drunk by high noon. Fighting, unlawful weapons and challenging those in authority were high on the list. Then there was the issue of Wild Jack.
John Robinson was known in Carleton Place as Wild Jack because he assaulted a town councilman under the influence. In August of 1871 he was arrested and fined nine dollars for his terrible deed. The population demanded a lock up so they would feel safer from the low life of the town. Not that that helped if you read my story about Russell Perrin– the one legged bandit in town.
In 1968 a 42-year-old employee of the Carleton Place Liquor Board Control Board was sought by the local police. It had something to do with the disappearance of $2500 from the town’s LCBO outlet. Chief Herb Cornell and Constable George McDonald arrested William McLaren at the Malton International Airport on a charge of theft. A warrant had been issued for McLaren’s arrest on November 18th charging him with theft over $50 from liquor store funds Nov 17. Carleton Place police said the liquor store’s night deposit bag was found in a bank night depository Nov 18. It had been opened and its contents estimated at $2500 were missing. McLaren was deported by American immigration authorities before extradition proceedings began. He was expected to appear in Carleton Place magistrates court that week.
Nothing but desperados under the eaves of Carleton Place– and there is more where this came from.