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Christmas Toys of the 50s– Kenner’s Daddy Saddle –Fits Any Daddy!

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Christmas Toys of the 50s– Kenner’s Daddy Saddle –Fits Any Daddy!

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When the Daddy Saddle was presented to the sales people at theKenner January meeting in Cincinnati attended by Joe Steiner and others of management it was presented by our designer at that time, Jeep Kuhn who came into the room on his hands and knees with this saddle around his back (I can’t remember who was on the saddle at the time) but everybody started laughing and the jokes were obviously flying around the room. This was truly a different toy concept especially at that time period of 1965.

 

Most kids would be perfectly content riding around on their parents bareback style, but this was a need Kenner thought they couldn’t pass up.  As rare as these toys seem to be, I’m thinking Kenner missed the mark on the demand.  That or the toy caught on with the S&M crowd and things went horribly wrong from there.

The picture below is from Kenner’s 1965 Toy Fair catalog.-Kenner Collector

 

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Okay, so I can understand that you dads will do anything for your kids. I also remember rare horsey rides eliciting a “ya-hoo” or two out of this cowpoke. The Daddy Saddle is taking us into a whole weird area, though… Are you dads out there telling me that when Mr. Junior Rodeo asks to saddle you up, making you look even more like the pack animal you already feel like, you say “giddyap, pardner”? Thank goodness Kenner (who also offered a pulse-pounding milkcow action playset) didn’t include an oat bag too. There’s not much more I can add to that. Right, Trigger?

There is a video below– but of course in a non perfect world there was one where the Daddy Saddle was not used in a PG form. You know I wanted to post it LOLOLOL.

 

Thanks to Roy Morrison for posting this on the Tales of Carleton Place– you too can get your saddle..:)

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Pony Up Daddy Saddle – Sheriff Blue–click here–

 

 

 

 

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Civic Bylaws 1875

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Civic Bylaws 1875

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The following clauses of the old civic bylaws in 1875 “to preserve order and public morals” enacted back in the misty past and re-enacted when the civic bylaws were codified and consolidated, make humorous reading in these more or less civilized days.

 

“No person shall keep or use in any house, pit, ground or other place for running baiting or fighting any bull, bear, dog, cock or other animal, whether of domestic or wild nature, etc. It used to be done.

“No person shall wash or bathe his or her naked person in any public water In the said town.” It used to be done, they say.

“No person shall suffer or permit to run at large within the town, any wolf, bear or other wild animal, of which he or she, is the owner, possessor, harborer or caretaker.” We don’t know about this one.

“No person shall shout or call out (improperly) ‘Fire’ In a loud voice”. (There goes my walking tours)

” “No person shall obstruct passengers by standing across any of the sidewalks, footpaths or crossings, or by using insulting language thereon.”

“No person shall permit any horse, mule, ass, sheep, swine, or goat belonging to him … to run at large in the said city, or to permit such …. to graze in along or upon any street lane, sidewalk, boulevard, park, square, or public ground within the said town.”

 

 

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Story of the Bonnechere Bathtub

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Story of the Bonnechere Bathtub

 

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On the Bonnechere river, about the year 1886, at what was known as Basin Depot, there was one Donald McCallum, who was employed  as a bookkeeper for the McLachlin Bros. The story is told that Donald decided to make his camp quarters as homelike as possible and to that end manufactured a bath tub out of boards.

The tub, when finished, resembled the shell of a coffin; and was big enough for the biggest man in the Ottawa Valley. But when water was put in it, the water would not stay in of course. Mr. McCallum decided he would give it a coat of tar. If the tar had been put on the outside of the tub this story could not have been told. But Donald put the tar on the inside.

At this point it should be explained that this tub was intended as a winter tub. About the time the tub was finished and tarred, Dan McGregor, the company’s agent, was expected to arrive. Mr. McCallum decided to give Mr. McGregor the honour of the first bath in the tub. In due time after the arrival, he proudly conducted the agent to the bath and told him he could use it any time as soon as he was ready and dilated on the advantages of a “hot tub” after a long journey.

 

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Mr. McGregor looked at the tarred tub and said: “Donald, I wouldn’t think of taking a bath first. You made it and are entitled to the first bath in it.” “Well.” said Donald, “if you insist I will, but I really made it more for your benefit than my own.”

Finally that night Donald gave in and got in the water and got ready to take a bath. Well, the hot water softened the tar and at this point the curtain can be drawn on what happened. If a cat gets into tar, small deposits of tar can only be removed by letting  them harden and then carefully cutting them off.  They say you should never use gasoline, kerosene, turpentine, or organic solvents on tar as they can severely burn your skin and cause toxicities. So one has to wonder what happened to Donald after he got out of that tub.

 

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The European settlement  started in the early 1800’s driven by the lumber trade. The History of Eganville reports that a Frenchman Gregoire Belanger built the first shanty on the banks of the Bonnechere at the future site of Eganville in 1825. By 1837, John Egan, a business man supporting the lumber industry, established  Eganville to support the square timber trade on the Bonnechere. The Bonnechere River was the route for the lumber trade through Round Lake and into the log shanties in the upper watershed which is now Algonquin Park.  Coming to this area, the lumbermen became the first settlers.

One of the early settlers on Round Lake was John Foy who built a house on the outlet of Round Lake in 1900. His father, Peter Foy had established a hotel and stopping point on the Bonnechere River just downstream of Round Lake. This was the route for loggers to Basin Lake. He had stables that could accomodate 34 teams of horses. John Foy’s death was reported in the Eganville Leader in August of 1962

 

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in The Townships Sun and theSherbrooke Record and and Screamin’ Mamas (USACome 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. Tales of Almonte and Arnprior Then and Now.relatedreading

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Signs Signs– Nothing but Roadscape? A Humorous Look at Election Signage

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When the leaves begin to float down this year the local campaign signs will begin sprouting in population. It’s also the season when the partisans of various political candidates agonize waaaay too much over who has more lawn signs. In fact some campaigns think of little else but their signs—at the expense of the actual work of winning over voters.

The annual sign routine is predictable:

    • Candidate Joe gets his signs up first, causing the supporters of Candidate Jane to freak out.

 

    • Jane overcompensates by trying to put up twice as many signs as Joe, escalating the sign wars.

 

    • Now it’s Joe’s supporters’ turn to freak out, so Joe orders another 100 signs to catch up, making Joe and Jane roughly even.

 

    • Both teams suddenly realize that if they put TWO signs on each property, it looks like they have double the support! Then they realize that three is better than two. And four is better than three. (Five, however, makes the property owner look crazy.)

 

    • Jane’s cousin gets caught with a trunk load of stolen Joe signs, creating a bunch of bad publicity for Jane.

 

    • Meanwhile, the local zoning enforcement officer (a member of Jane’s campaign committee) decides to enforce a little-known local law, requiring Joe to take down his signs because they are 3.25 inches too tall.

 

After the first week of this annual ritual, voters stop even seeing the signs, as they become just another feature of the roadscape.

Finally, after months of sign wars, your local election occurs. The votes are tallied. Turns out that having more signs had nothing to do with who actually won. The outcome could be predicted as reliably with a coin flip. Because no one—well, almost no one—decides which candidate to support because of a sign. Or do they?  Maybe yes or maybe no… What’s your comment?

 

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So What Was That?

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So What Was That?

 

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My friend Jackie Cowan who works with Crew and Media Liaison at Royal Canadian Marine Search & Rescue  in Victoria posted this on her Facebook page and here are some of the answers I got when I posted it on the Lanark County Genealogical Society page.

 

Marty Taylor Well, in Vancouver, it’s a million dollar home.

Teena C North It’s either the Beachcombers or a bad idea!
Patricia M Mason LeducA home made version of a houseboat situated on a floating raft no doubt floated by plastic blue barrels attached underneath the raft. Most likely with straps. Apparently one or more have lost their seal. Looks like it’s going down.

It resembles a few home made swim rafts on our lake.

Anne Newman Broken and sinking?

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 Toni Perm

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The Toni Perm

 

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My Grandmother reluctantly began wearing Eva Gabor wigs at the age of 52. Her hair had been badly burned at the hands of a 1940’s salon perm, and her thinning hair failed to cover her bald spots as the year went by. Hence, a different style of Eva graced Mary’s head every few days. But, even with all her hair issues it never stopped her from inflicting Toni home perms on me. There was no talking to my stylist, Grammy Mary Louise Deller Knight. She would adjust her wig from side to side in frustration while she wrapped an old plastic tablecloth around me.

The smell of a Toni Perm still haunts me like it was yesterday. Just seeing the little plastic squeeze bottle coming towards me still gives me nightmares. Did you know there were actually rules and instructions for those perms? My family knew their own version all by heart, as it had been handed down by word of mouth through many generations. I don’t think I can ever forget the words: “Let me know when it starts burning!”

When the timer dinged and the perm was over, the towels were taken out to be boiled in hot water because they smelled. The lingering scent almost rivaled Vick’s Vapor Rub– on the top ten most hated list. Half way through being almost blinded by the smell of rotten eggs and vinegar, Grammy Knight went outside to shake her wig. It seems that her Eva Gabor wig wasn’t that comfy when she was stressed out. I had figured that she was probably reliving her bad perm while she gave me one. I found the word “catastrophe” a perfect description for those constant home perms I was subjected to and her Eva Gabor wig.

 

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In 1961 finally nipped the perm in the bud. When the movie “The Parent Trap” came out, I went to the hairdresser with a picture of Hayley Mills’ pixie cut and said, “Do this!” I was finally sick of feeling like Rapunzel caught in the tower with a head full of fuzz. Hear no perm, speak no perm, and see no perm–evermore!

When I got the Hayley Mills cut I was interrogated by the Lido Hair Salon’s many patrons and hairdressers. They were horrified, it was so short, so I just pretended to be Audrey Hepburn, from “The Nun’s Story,” for the next few months.

Even today I still can’t talk about perms–but worse yet was my grandmother’s constant desire to trim my bangs after. I always ended up  with badly cut bad bangs that were taped down with Scotch Tape with the sweet tang of hairspray in the air. Some say that permanents came a long way in the 50s and 60s, but I would politely like to disagree on that fact. The only thing we got better at was running like the wind when we smelled a whiff of what was coming our way.

 

How to Know if You’re Canadian

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How to Know if You’re Canadian

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1.Finish sentences with “Eh?” It’s not proper English, but somehow, someway, the word eh squeaks in at the end of our sentences. sentences. Some more often than others, but it is one word that identifies Canadians in whatever country they might be in.

2 Know a good brew It’s no secret that most Canadians Canadians love a cold beer on any given day, at any given time, in any given place. Mexico has tequila, Italy has wine, Poland has vodka. We have beer. Even if you don’t drink it, you’ve probably got some in your fridge for all your friends who do.

3 Canadian treats There are a few tasty treats that are truly Canadian. Poutine, ketchup and all-dressed all-dressed all-dressed potato chips, Timbits, Nanaimo bars, smarties and Beaver Tails, a deep-fired deep-fired deep-fired pastry that has been keeping skiers satisfied for decades.

4 Foot accessories Look in the shoe closet and if you find at least three pairs of the following, you’re one tick closer to being a true Canadian: ice skates, sliders or grippers, running shoes, flippers, snowshoes, skis, inline skates, flip-flops, flip-flops, flip-flops, golf shoes, cycling shoes, cozy slippers, hiking boots, snow boots, cleats.

 

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Answer “Yes” to three of the following:

You have more Canadian Tire money in your home than real cash.

You use a tennis ball more for road hockey than tennis.

Your three favourite spices are salt, pepper and ketchup.

You are excited whenever an American television show mentions Canada,

You dismiss all beers under 6 alcohol as “for children and the elderly.”

 

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You know that a “Premier” isn’t a baby born a few months early. You know that Wayne Gretzky isn’t and never was the prime minister.

You know all the words to “O Canada” and “If I Had a Million Dollars” Dollars” by the Barenaked Ladies.

7 Canadian flags There is one of these tattooed on your body, stuck to the back of your car, ironed onto a backpack, flying in the front yard, on the front or back of a free T-shirt T-shirt T-shirt or baseball hat.

8 Hockey When your team is playing, nothing else matters. Not even sex.

9 Mistaken identity You will do just about anything anything not to be mistake for an American when travelling.

I0  Love thy neighbour–we are more likely to pull out a hockey stick to defend ourselves than a gun.

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Dusty Pettes

Poutine served at the Hortons… how much more Canada can you get? ( Linda says’–I just can’t Dusty– I just can’t LOL)
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Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read. Also check out The Tales of Carleton Place and The Tales of Almonte