Yesterday at 9:55 AM · Oh the nostalgia. I sometimes shed a tear driving by. My childhood home, now sitting empty and without a doubt falling apart on the inside.
It’s not technically “abandoned” I guess. Its vacant and I don’t think the inside has been maintained since 2013.
They cut the grass in the summer and if I’m not mistaken they use the barns for storage, but the home has not seen a family since June 2013 when we moved out. In the winter nobody plows the driveway, so it really looks lonely that 6 months of the year.
The farmhouse is located outside of Carleton Place, right before scotch corners road and tatlock road when you’re going westbound on highway 7.
Part of me wonders if they’re sitting on it to eventually sell to a developer, but that’s nothing more than speculation.
It’s been sad slowly watching things fall apart throughout the years. I wish they’d do something with it.
Clara AshtonTom Montreuil my mom and dad bought it in the late 90s. My mom ran her equine boarding and tack store out of it from 2001-2010ish
*I’m not recommending that anyone trespasses, it’s very much owned by someone*
Victoria WilliamsonThe golf course owns it! I’m sure some day they will add more holes for the course maybe make it into a club house.
Dawna HurdisUsed to be a beautiful home when my Grandpa owned it. So much character on the inside! Saddens me as well each time I drive by and see it deteriorating. Lots of child hood memories on that property!
helma DowdallWhen I was a child this house belonged to a Mr. and Mrs Boland. They had no family. I always thought that they had the house built but I could be wrong.
Jessica RaceyI’ve always loved this home!! I can never understand why people just leave homes to slowly deteriorate. Why not rent it out, if it’s just sitting there and someone still owns it?
Dave HickThe attic is full of guano and the house has virtually no insulation knob and tube wiring an outdated oil furnace single pane windowsHowever it would be a great candidate for a complete overhaul
Tanis CordickDave Hick we were u set the assumption the owner of the golf course had bought it and was going to use the house as a clubhouse, I’m guessing that’s not the case
Dave HickTanis Cordick i did an inspection on it before the golf course bought itBarn is in good shapeGood deal on the land because house needed lots of work
Sandra SandersonJo-Anne Dowdall-Brown…wonderful memories at Dowdall’s. Remember the restaurant – even when I go into Hank’s now, I can see the two of us sitting at “our table” in the far corner having our tomato soup and buttered bread feeling so grown up.
Dawn JonesI remember the little snack bar at the garage. My brother Jack worked for the Dowdall’s Tire and Service for years in Carleton Place and then Arnprior.
Donna McfarlaneDiane made the best club sandwiches and they were only a dollar to start then one twenty five
Ray PaquetteI can’t remember the Supertest or snack bar but Dowdall Tire was my repair shop for many years when I lived in Carleton Place. I spent the odd hour sitting in the waiting room of what would have been the snack bar talking with Deanne who I had known since childhood.
Jo-Anne Dowdall-Brown posted this on her timeline and I caught it some how.. LOL”Packing and found the milkshake maker from Dowdall’s Restaurant! Many memories. Mom hated making them when she had a big order!
NOW on Highway 7
Devin DaviesI loved working with my dad there and all the guys
Greg WrightOur family and farm used these guys a time or two !
Sandra RattrayHanak’s tire is our garage to go to. Very fair prices and nice people.
Sherri IonaUsed to walk by on the way home to the farm at Montgomery Shores, and occasionally get a treat, from SS#1 Ramsey School.
Cheryl Claire DeforgeIt was our meeting place for my parents cousins then off to a wicked night of card games!When you went inside the door I believe there was a booth to seat in. Also there was a young boy about my age always running around?
John MontreuilI remember going there with my buddy Norm Brown to fill up his moms VW. She gave him $50 dollar bill and Norm told her he put $50 in gas in the VW bug. Norms mom knew it would only hold about $25 and docked his allowance the other $25
Lawrie SweetMy mom ,dad and sister would stop there in the sixty’ s for ice cream and candy ..even my son seems to remember going in early 80s is that possible? ..wish it was still there ..The Falcon.. wow glad to have a picture thanks
Brenda Voyce MunroAfter the Mississippi we, would heard to the Falcon, for a feast , to soak up all that booze.. lol
Kurt BigrasSpent a lot of Friday and Saturday nights there .
Susan McNeely WaughFrank Quinn our bus driver would let us kids off the bus to grab ice cream for the drive home! Lots of memories!
Bentley HoltschneiderThe Lemieux family ran the Falcon in the 80’s…Allan served the pumps for fuel. He was the best!
Sherri IonaThe Falcon was the closest store to our farm growing up. When we hiked across the fields to school, it was the half way point.
Kathy LoweWe have fond memories of the Falcon. It was a wonderful service in the area. The McCreary factory was called the IXL because the farmer co-op who owned it wanted it to excell all other factories. Ray has remembers helping his dad to make cheese there.
Norma MorrowYes I remember Jim & Matilda. Matilda was a wonderful lady & a survivor of the Holocaust. She showed me the tattoo on her arm.
Dan WilliamsI remember leaving the Queens at last call on the night before duck hunting season opened and stopping at the Falcon for a bite to eat on our way to the blind in Cinch’s bay and then again on our way home.
Dave WhiteThey sponsored a hockey team in the Lanark Senior League back in the 60’s. The Falcons had players from Innisville, Scotch Corners and Carleton Place. Fun team in a rough tough league.
Llew LloydDave White I played on that team for a short time.The movie slap shot had nothing on that league
David McNeelyLlew Lloyd They sponcered a broom ball team as well.I think it was the early 70s.I think Charlie Purdy was on the team.
Dave White-Lila Leach-James I think they did. The guys I remember were Ron and Don Cummings, Doug Menzies, and Eddie Lafferty from Innisville, George Gardiner, Orville Cook, Doug Weir, Charlie James from Scotch Corners, Ken McNeely and Clarence Bowes. Fred Code I remember played with a green ball cap on.
Lila Leach-JamesDave White My hubby Alf played in Lanark and Brandt Purdy in early 70’s….Alf and Brandt both worked for Bell Canada but Charlie and Brandt both played hockey for The Falcon so they invited Alf!
Jacqueline BrandinoDave White my dad was Doug Weir.I absolutely love the pictures of him as a goalie, with his leather pads and wooden stick.Amazing!!And he was a great goalie from what I’ve been told
Dave WhiteJacqueline Brandino I went to the games with my parents as a kid. They had a great team and I remember your Dad making some amazing saves. Excellent goalie.
Ted WalshJacqueline Brandino That was ’69-’70, I was working in Kingston then and came up for every game. Back row was Dave (Skitter) Scott, Ted Walsh, Keith (Casey) McNeely, Clarence (Milt) Bowes and Lorrie Rintoul. Middle row had Punch McCullough, ???, ???, Brian Bigras, ???, ???..Front row was Jean LeBlanc, ???, Charlie Purdy, Doug Weir and ???…Can anyone add more names?
Tom EdwardsCharlie McVeigh had it with Durrell Stubinski at the end I think. Bill White myself and a couple others worked there for a summer and a bit.
Tom EdwardsThey used to bootleg. I remember my mom telling me one time that my dad thought he was calling Jim for a case of beer and he had called the police station. The numbers were almost the same lol.
Llew LloydThe Bollegraff family sp.? ran it when I was in my later years in High School. Carla was a cheerleader in 65.
The Falcon Carleton Place Memories—Approximately 50 years ago, my older Sister Beatrice Gibson, my younger sister, Carol (Gibson) Brownlee, and I worked for Shirley and Warner at the Falcon Restaurant near Carleton Place. If was first time summer jobs for Carol and I, and we really appreciated the generosity of Shirley and Warner. Quite often, they would drive us home to Lammermoor, after a full day of work on Saturday – not many employers do that. Shirley reconnected with Beatrice a few years ago, and Carol and I had a chance to visit her on one of those occasions. It was so nice to see her after so many years, and she was still her jolly self with lots of interesting conversation. Shirley was an amazing woman and will certainly be missed. Posted by Norma Ennis
Terry McLeod Allen believed in me .. hired me for his dealership .. I was so privileged to work for him .. as he was a kind man.
Dave WhiteSaddened to hear this news. Alan was a great guy to work for and I enjoyed my time at Code Motors. Thoughts and prayers to Eleanor and family.
Remembering Allan Code—
When I was interviewing Nancy Code Miller years ago I told her how her father had saved someone’s life. In the early 90’s I taught aerobics at the Sussex Club in Ottawa. One of the members was on the verge of depression. Her husband had left her, she had two small children, and was destitute. When a friend was driving her to Smiths Falls, she saw Alan Code’s dealership and stopped to look at the cars. She had advised Mr. Code she would probably not be able to afford it, but he patiently sat down with her, and they picked out her car from the colour to the upholstery. The delivery date of 6 months was her goal to get her life in order. I don’t think she ever did pick up the car, but she eventually got a job, and all was right in the world. She told me she credited her success for the future to Mr. Code. He had given her hope. In talking with Nancy today, I can see the apple has not fallen far from the tree. Tip of the hat, and a big hug to you both, for believing in our small town of Carleton Place
After a lengthy illness at Stoneridge Manor, on Sunday March 8, 2020 at the age of 87.
Loving husband of Eleanor for 64 years. Dear father of Nancy Code-Miller (Michael Miller), Kenneth (Cathy) and Helen Smiley. Proud grandfather of Alicia, Winston, Mark, Caroline, Hartin, Finley, Maxwell, Jacob, Emily and Alastair. Survived by his sisters Elsie (Howard Bennett – deceased), Vera (Lorne Deugo-deceased), Mary (James Johnston) and his brother Lloyd (Reta). Predeceased by his brothers Stanley (Dorothy-surviving), Gordon (Marilyn – surviving), William (Joan – surviving) and Fred (Mary Ellen – surviving), and by his sisters Edna (Harvey Ruttle), Anna (Kenneth Avery), and Evelyn (Garth Workman – surviving).
Friends may support the family at the Alan R. Barker Funeral Home 19 McArthur Avenue, Carleton Place, on Saturday March 21, 2020 from 10:00 a.m. until funeral service at St. James Anglican Church at 12 noon. Interment later in the spring at United Cemeteries.
For those who wish, a donation to the Carleton Place Hospital Foundation or St. James Anglican Church would be appreciated by the family.
We are looking for any history on this wee dwelling that at the corner of Hwy 7 and Townline Road. Right where High Street begins. Can we help?
Lynne JohnsonThe Burns family farm was/is there.
Margaret McNeely Hubby says it was the Burns family…..thought they made cement blocks
Wally Burns That wee dwelling as you call it was part of the Burns farm. The original house which I believe is still on the property, is a very old log home which was skidded down from our upper farm in Clayton. Over the years after my mom and dad ( Irene and Alan Burns ) family began to grow, changes and additions were put on the home. The Burns family ( Alan Burns ) and his three sisters and one brother, were brought up in the main farm house which is a wooden frame house about 100 yards away is approx 150 yrs old.
Not only did they have animals for farming, they also had a sawmill, a block house where they made cement blocks, a large maple sugar bush across Hyw 7 by the lake where hundreds of gallons of maple syrup were sold each year, lake front lots known as Birch Point were part of the family.
They also raised foxes and sold silver fox scarves. That little building is where people would come to see the scarves on display and purchase them. This was back in the late 1940-early 1950’s.
By late 1950’s the foxes were no longer being raised and that wee dwelling became a playhouse for myself and my sister Susan Jacob (nee Burns)
I will find some photos and send them to Linda
Thank you for inquiring
Wally Burns Here is an aerial photo of the farm buildings. You can just see the rooftop of the playhouse in the bottom left corner.
Marlene Springer Wally Burns Just love the story about your place. I’m 1947 my dad bought on Moffat so close but never knew anything about this! Only that Susan and I started school the same year at Victoria.
Carol McDonald A Name of Dr Pink comes to mind when looking at this picture, I know the location but forget the whole story of raising foxes back many years ago when our dad was a young man in Carleton Place ( early 30s maybe).
Author’s note- When people send me interesting informative notes, especially someone like Karen, I like to make them available. Memories, notations, should be documented for future history.
From Karen Prytula– LCGS and Heritage Ottawa
The newspaper article you posted (When Things Come 360 –The First Automobile Fatality in Carleton Place– Torrance, Burgess, and Names Names) said the Torrance/Burgess family was headed to the Ashton Rd. This intrigued me somewhat, and so I pulled out my 1951 map, and the road to Ashton was Hwy 15! Common knowledge to most, but what I did not realize was that 15 went right into Carleton Place (i.e. straight down the Franktown Rd., and straight down Bridge St. to the Town Line Rd, then veered left and went to Innisville, and then probably Perth).
You will also see there is no Hwy 7, going over the train tracks at the intersection of today’s 7 and Franktown Road. If you stayed on the road it was probably dirt, and took you straight to the lake with no bridge to cross it like there is today if you were going to Perth. i.e. if you were going to Perth back then, you would have to take the Townline route.
If you were going the opposite way it took you straight to Ashton, then down what we called the 9th line, now known as Flewellyn Rd. I grew up on the 10th line (now Fernbank), one mile north of the 9th line. We used to come to Carleton Place for gas on Sundays to gas up for the week.
Wendy LeBlanc-–Hey, Linda, I always wondered why the (notice that we always used the word ‘the’ in front and never ‘road’ after) Town Line got changed to Townline Road. It was the Town Line when I left in ’66 and Townline Road when I moved back in ’88. Can’t think of why it would have changed. Did you know that it used to be Ontario’s shortest highway – #100?
Crystal Jane sen this photo in. Thank you!
Hi Linda! I have an old photo of my grandpa when they were building Highway #7
His name is Ray Giles thank you for posting it!! Such a great part of the heritage ! – considering every Carleton Place resident has driven that highway.
There were so many responses about theBears of Actinolite I decided I had to document it for generations to come. Of course most of today’s folks would not approve of the condition that these bears lived in– but, according to a member of the family she said they knew no other life. Maybe not what you want to hear– but times were different in those days.
Chances are if you ever drove down Highway 7 you have fond childhood memories of visiting those bears in Actinolote. Joe Vinkle had quite a little menagerie in Actinolite at one time, and having lunch at Joe’s restaurant was a treat. I remember the fries and a shake along with the smell of the bears and some say Joe probably never gave those bears a a bath. I don’t doubt it for a second.
Jim Cassidy said that before the bears arrived they gave Joe a fawn that showed up at their home on the Zealand road. That apparently was the beginning of Joe’s mini-zoo. The deer’s name was Nancy who lived a long life, and always responded to her name when the Cassidy family visited. Joe also had a monkey when he owned the service station across the highway. Unfortunately he wasn’t Michael Jackson’s monkey Bubbles and he was deemed a “nasty boy” and bit people.
Buster or Bandy, the two caged bears who in the 1960s were the star attraction at the popular service station and restaurant on Highway 7 near Actinolite called Price’s, or the Log Cabin. People loved to stop in and watch those bears. (Photo almost certainly by my grandfather, J.A.S. Keay)– From-Meanwhile, at the Manse
Jeremy Stinson said his grandparents lived in Norwoods and he remembers stopping at the Actinolite Junction on a trip up with his older brother, and the whole way up his sibling was talking about visiting the bears. But, they had been gone for some time. Maybe a year? This would have been in the early 1980s, but Jeremy had no idea what he had missed, but his brother seemed quite saddened by it.
The bears loved their Coca Cola and ice cream and on their cage the sign actually said something like ‘our favourite foods are Coca-Cola and ice cream’. It was said that sometimes they would drink up to 30 bottles on a hot summer day. I remember them pacing back and forth in the cage and wondered what kind of an existence they had.
The family said they were “rescue bears” The bears were found as orphaned cubs and knew no other life and probably would have died had they not been given homes. So what happened to them? The bears lived into their 30’s and just passed away of old age. Teddy, the first of the bears died first. Of the two bears everyone loved, Buster died first and then Bandy – missing Buster I guess.
The last few times I’ve had the occasion to drive past Kaladar I’ve wondered about those bears among other things that disappeared like The Mohawk Trading Post. If only life had an ‘undo’ button sometimes.
THE LOG CABIN WAS A BUSY SPOT AT THE TIME THIS PHOTO WAS TAKEN AROUND 1950. WITH HIGHWAY 7 ESTABLISHED AS A MAJOR ROUTE CONNECTING TORONTO AND OTTAWA, CARS AND BUSES WOULD OFTEN PULL IN FOR FOOD AND GAS. PHOTO COURTESY TWEED HERITAGE CENTRE/TWEED NEWS
My sister in l in 1959 giving the bears a drink of Coke. Those poor bears….
An honest to goodness story from the Ottawa Journal August 18, 1925
In order to save gasoline we took the direct road from Smiths Falls to Carleton Place. It was 17 miles long and as narrow as a lodge resolution and covered with uncrushed stone. Our car had brand new tires guaranteed for 4000 miles and also an old spare.
In the first few miles driving on aggressive stone one of my tires blew. I immediately put on the spare which blew out when it saw Franktown. Pulling into Franktown, which is a place where they pull the sidewalks up on Sunday, we pulled up to a well for a drink of water. The awe-stricken natives manifested disgust from their window panes for the noise that our infirm wheels were making.
Wand had no choice but to drive five miles on uncrushed stone on a flat tire to Carleton Place. Half way there we had no choice but to stop for a little peace in our minds. A motorist from Quebec came up and parked behind us with the same automotive ailment. We joined in unison in praise for the inducements of which the province of Ontario has offered to their motorists.
In Carleton Place a blonde woman was in charge of a garage where she informed us that all the mechanics were out golfing-so we went on to another garage where our troubles were mended.
The road from Carleton Place to Ottawa was good so we tried to make up lost time. We had not gone one half mile out of the small town when we noticed we were being escorted. Our companion was a traffic cop who wanted to know if we were working for a telegraph company whose wires were down. I threw up my hands in frustration and we flew into the ditch and I was honestly sorry we were not all killed.
I paid $14 to get out of the ditch and wondered how much I was going to have to pay when his Worship decided how guilty I was when I appear before his Majesty in a few days. Right now I have decided to settle my personal affairs and preparing for a diet which our prison magistrates serve to perjurers, thieves and fire bugs.
A long long time ago in Lanark County a beloved Grandma died and left her daughter the old homestead that was falling apart. But make no mistake, that home still had lots of love. The family knew they could not afford to repair the house fully– so they decided to live there for a few months until minimum repairs could be made to sell it.
The old rocking chair that generations had rocked in was still sitting by the fireplace like it had for years. The fireplace no longer worked, but the electric heater still remained in front of the fireplace. No matter how hard that heater worked, it would heat up the kitchen area, but bedrooms would always stay cold.
One night one of the children got up to get a drink of water and had to pass that very fireplace. Immediately the electric fireplace roared, and he immediately turned it off. Drink in hand and ready to find the warmth of his bed he passed the fireplace on his way upstairs once again and the electric fireplace roared at full tilt once again. Once this same scenario had happened a few times the boy smiled.
Somehow, the boy knew it was his grandmother’s spirit and he was eager to sit in her chair as she seemed to be signalling him. Before he could sit down he noticed that it appeared that someone was already sitting there. Even though no one was there, he could see the imprints of someone sitting in that very chair.
It was a mystery to him and to those he told the story to the next day. Maybe it was Grandma, or maybe it was someone who lived in that house before her and still haunted the home. Possibly, the ghosts next life was on hold–or, it could just be that someone, somewhere, was still happy to be in that chair even if they were dead?
In the end the family never did sell the house and eventually it collapsed and the remains were taken away. To this day the stone fireplace still stands and folks who visit that fireplace and listen carefully can swear they still hear someone rocking in a chair.