They always bring back such cherished memories of my childhood years heading to the cottage on the weekends with my Father and Mother both deceased now. I find myself always enlarging the pics to see if I can find our families car. Fond memories
As part of my driving lessons, my Dad would have me drive him to the Post Office after the quitting time whistle/siren had gone off at Findlay’s foundry and have me parallel park outside! Talk about pressure….with everybody trying to get home!
One of the first times I was parallel parking after getting my licence… I was across from Olympia restaurant and somehow got the large mirror on the half ton between the double headed parking meters.. Thank goodness Jim Lowry and bert Acheson were in the Olympia and they got truck mobile for me again.
In the old days a farmer was liable to find his wagon sitting astride the roof of his barn when the sun came up the morning after Halloween. This entailed more work than the boys would have cared to do in a legitimate cause. Many a young man who shined at hoeing potatoes didn’t mind doing a lot of heavy work in the interests of hilarity. The mysterious occasion—Halloween—passed off quietly in Almonte. The weather was good and the children indulged in the modern pastime of calling on their neighbors looking for treats. Owing to wartime conditions they did not fare so well this time. It was difficult for people to get candies and the old standby—peanuts —were out of the question.
Those who were fortunate had a store of apples on hand but they were expensive this year and it was impossible for most people to hand them out with the old time prodigality. So far as is known the town was free from the old time tricks—tricks of a destructive nature. In years gone by it was the practice for the town constable to swear in a number of deputies to keep down rowdyism. Nothing like that was necessary on that Saturday night. Chief Wm. Peacock had no trouble coping with the situation because, as it turned out, there was no situation to cope with. The Clayton Bear in Clayton however was one funny incident that people there were still chuckling over.
A well known practical joker of the village decided he would give the children a scare. In town they were going around visiting the various houses. This young man got under a buffalo robe and walked on all fours down the Road accosting the crowd of youngsters. He growled like a bear and hoped in the darkness he would be mistaken for the real McCoy. The boys and girls listened to the ferocious grunts emanating from under the buffalo robe and then they got wise.
Arming themselves with sticks and stones they chased the bear off the road helping him along by applying kicks to that part of the robe under which they surmised a certain part of his anatomy showed. The growls of the bear changed to genuine howls of pain as the robe and its contents sought safety in flight. It is said one of the sad experiences of the bear was that his forepaws passed over a spot where cows had recently mooched along in their homeward journey with consequences that can better be imagined than described.
And that wasn’t all. A vicious dog decided to take a hand in the game. That was the last straw so far as Bruin was concerned. He suddenly emerged from under the robe and the last seen of him he was going over a fence with more speed than any bear ever could display.
Taking it generally the war had its effect on the observance of Halloween this year. There were fewer entertainments on that night than of yore and in the towns the absence of young people in the armed forces and in positions -which made it necessary for them to Jive, in the city was painfully apparent.
There are still a few copies of my book available for those who haven’t gotten a copy yet, or as a Christmas gift to someone with ties to Clayton. They are available at the Clayton Store, the Mill Street Books or from me. firstname.lastname@example.org
Annexation of many suburbs in 1907 rekindled an interest in the residential development of Ottawa East. As part of Mayor Ellis’ vision of a “Greater Ottawa”, the agricultural land between Main, Clegg and the Rideau River was now viewed by developers as having future potential.
The success of the concept was based entirely on the idea that “upscale” homebuyers would be attracted to the lots by aggressive marketing and the promise of future amenities such as a streetcar line. That was a tall order given the near isolation of Ottawa East at the time. While the swing bridge across the canal (just north of present-day Pretoria Bridge) did provide a connection to the city, it could not support the electric trolley from Elgin St. As well, questions about adequate water, sewer and electrical services had to be answered. One can only speculate how the problem of the annual spring flood was addressed.
In March of 1911, Robert A. Sibbitt and Nepean Realty Ltd. purchased the majority of the land in Concession D, Lot I (Rideau Front) for $94,000. Sibbitt’s plan was to create a huge residential subdivision and market the lots as “a residential section for the discriminating and a boulevard homesite for the particular”. He named the neighbourhood “Brantwood Place”.–Facts from history of Ottawa East
1962.. Photo Larry Clark— Memories? Mrs. Bond’s store next to the Mississippi was another great place to visit. Can’t really remember what would have attracted me there, other than the store was packed almost to the ceiling along the walls, and the displays were overflowing with goods. Mostly items of interest to the female population but I’m thinking she may also have sold “candy”?
Of course my memory is not perfect, so there is bound to be confusion regarding the goods being sold.
Joie Bond’s store on the right
Linda HallahanVisited there often for a chat and to find cut out paper dolls as little girl.
Ted Hurdis Some very famous people signed that little record book Mrs. Bond kept for fireworks. People these days wouldn’t believe Elvis Presley, Don Knots and many other celebrities shopped downtown Carleton Place
Alison BondI had heard once that she lived on Lake ave. Can anyone confirm this?
John EdwardsShe and her brother, Bunny, (of canoe club fame) maintained a patch of grass and perimeter garden beside the building now paved over.When we shopped for firecrackers , I thought the immense amount of dry goods piled up everywhere combined with incendiary devices was not a good idea..
Julia Waugh GuthrieIt was always a treat when we got to go there and rummage through for a treasure.
Peter JoannouBill Russell It’s actually worse than that. You used a US gallon in that conversion (3.78l) instead of the Imperial gallon (4.54l) which was sold here. So it was actually 8.79 cents/litre. Now THAT’s inflation!
Dave HickI bought the building in 98 and found a tombstone in the basement-His name was Jacob Bond died in 1873
Danielle NeilDave Hick was it engraved?There was a coroner or funeral services business just a few buildings up the street over Stewart’s (?) furniture store.
Dave HickDanielle Neil the gravestone was broken in the 50s and taken to the store to be repaired where it got forgotten, gave the stone to Jake Gallipeau who looked after the Anglican cemetery where it was repaired and reinstatedJacob died from inhaling toxic wallpaper paste and was buried with his infant son-inda Seccaspina there is a photo in the Canadian by Jeff McGuire in 2000 I think and a story that he and I researched at the time
Ray PaquetteDanielle Neil The name of the Funeral Director was Fulford, and he was the predecessor of Alan R. Barker. I was a boyhood chum of Billy Fulton whose Dad worked in the business…
While going through a box full of old photograph plates in the stockroom at the rear of D. W. Snedden’s drug store, Mr. Kenneth Johnson, who is an ardent amateur photographer, unearthed a treasure trove. Apparently the late M. R. MacFarlane, or one of his staff, followed the same hobby as Mr. Johnson. Those were the days of large cameras with glass plates almost as big as a school slate. And they made good pictures, too, as can be seen by the samples Mr. Johnson developed and which are now on display in Mr. Snedden’s drug store window.
A reproduction of one of them appears on the top section of this page. The scenes developed from the old plates recall memories for the elder generation of this town and would be appreciated by out-of town readers of the Gazette who are no longer in the junior age group.
We see among them a picture of the late Dr. Hanley sitting in his buggy in front of M. R. MacFarlane’s residence on Church Street. He wears a hard-shell hat and the horse looks tired, like most doctors’ horses did in those days.
There are pictures of Dr, Oliver MacFarlane and Jack Taylor in the knee-length pants worn by children of that period; groups of women in long skirts and big hats of their time, few of them who can be identified; splendid scenes of the old stone bridge on Main Street, the churches of the town, the town hall, the Almonte Flour Mills with the railway bridge then supported by stone piers the old steel bridge with the arches, later to be replaced by the present one; up and down views of Elgin, Church and Country Streets, and, as the auction sale bills say, many others too numerous to mention.
One of the priceless pictures shows Mr. Porritt’s ancient automobile with young MacFarlane standing on the front seat. It is said to be the first horseless carriage to arrive in Almonte, and what it did to the horses can better be imagined than described. Maybe we’ll get around to printing a picture of it one of these days. The whole collection of pictures which Mr. Johnson has resurrected is most interesting and should be grouped, framed and placed in the public library or the council chamber.
In the street scene printed above can be seen the edge of the late H. H. Cole’s store, Kelly’s Hotel which had been sold to a Mr, Me-Donald, Shorty Young’s shoe store and shoe shine, Patterson’s Drug Store, the Riddell & McAdam Building, then occupied by Wesley West; J. McKinnon’s, Shaw’s Hardware, John O’Reilly’s general store, and on the left— J . L. Hamilton, photographer, in the brick building later moved back from the street and occupied at that time as an office for Baird’s Mill, later to be used as an office for the P.U.C,, arid demolished some ten years ago; and in the distance, the clockless post office. The clock came about 1913. Read—The Mystery of the Almonte Post Office Clock –Five Minutes Fast and other Things….
Andrew Cochrane one of our local grocers lived in Carleton Place, Ontario, in 1901. When Andrew Cochrane was born on September 18, 1857, in Oxford, Ontario, his father, John, was 59 and his mother, Mary, was 39. He married Elizabeth Campbell on September 8, 1886, in Lanark, Ontario. They had five children in 10 years. He died in 1935 in Edmonton, Alberta, at the age of 78.
His son Edwin Rathwell was born on December 21, 1889, in Almonte, Ontario. His daughter Ida West was born on August 9, 1891, in Lanark, Ontario. His daughter Eva Burnett was born on November 4, 1894, in Lanark, Ontario. His daughter Mary Mathilda was born on March 1, 1898, in Lanark, Ontario. His son John Campbell was born on June 17, 1900, in Carleton Place, Ontario. His son John Campbell passed away on October 30, 1902, in Lanark, Ontario, at the age of 2. His mother Mary Rathwell passed away on February 7, 1906, in Carleton Place, Ontario, at the age of 88.