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Banshees on the March Road 1871

Banshees on the March Road 1871

Did Peter Gorman Really See a “Banshee” on the March Road in 1871?

Remarkable Story Told by a Respected Resident of the Third Line of March. Grandmother Died Three Day After the “Appearance.”

Mr. Peter Gorman, a respected whose grandfather came to these parts in 1848 tells of a weird experience which he (Peter) had in 1871 when living on the first concession of Torbolton. One night when coming from the barn to the house, he heard a sort of wailing cry close to the nearest corner of the house.

He looked in the direction of the noise and was surprised to see a spectre in the air. The spectre was about eight feet from the ground. Whatever it was had a face, but no feet. It was like a person who was wearing a sheet which was longer than his or her body. The spectre was about the size of the average woman.

The substance was impalpable, yet could not be seen through. The robe or sheet or body, or whatever it was had a sort of sheen. The spectre seemed to float in the air, but was stationary. The thing was uttering little whining cries or sobs. The noise was not loud, but could be easily heard fifty feet away.

As Mr. Gorman, then a young man, regarded it in wonder, the thing suddenly vanished. The first thing that struck Mr. Gorman was that he had been looking at and hearing a “banshee.” Mr. Gorman had heard some of the old people tell about the banshees that used to be heard, and sometimes seem in Ireland, but he had never heard one of them claim that they had ever known of a banshee being seen in Canada.

After the “banshee” or whatever it was had disappeared, Mr. Gorman went into the house and told his story, but was roundly laughed at. He was told there were no banshees in this country and that he had imagined what he had told. Mr. Gorman took the laughing in good part, but replied that they could laugh all they wanted to, but just the same he had seen and heard what he had seen and heard.

Just three days later, Mr. Gorman’s grandmother died. After that the people treated his story with respect. The old lady who had died had been very fond of young Peter. Mr. Gorman says he never had a supernatural experience before or since and he has no explanations to offer. If what he saw and heard was a banshee, then he is probably the only man who ever saw or heard one in Canada. Mr. Gorman says he presents the story for what it is worth. He will vouch for the facts as a resident of the third line of March.

CLIPPED FROMThe Ottawa JournalOttawa, Ontario, Canada08 Aug 1892, Mon  •  Page 3

CLIPPED FROMThe Ottawa JournalOttawa, Ontario, Canada12 Mar 1886, Fri  •  Page 1

CLIPPED FROMOttawa Daily CitizenOttawa, Ontario, Canada20 Sep 1875, Mon  •  Page 4

CLIPPED FROMOttawa Daily CitizenOttawa, Ontario, Canada20 Sep 1875, Mon  •  Page 4

Banshees and Steamships

Irish Immigrant Girls Were in Demand Despite Hard Times

From Dublin to Drummond- Mahon Family Reunion — Series –Part 5 — Kevin Dooley and Irish Immigration

Myth #343 The Electric Eeel of Carleton Place

Myth #343 The Electric Eeel of Carleton Place




Rob Gardiner When I was lifeguarding at Riverside Park, we would tell the kids that an eel lived under the raft to keep them from swimming under there where we couldn’t see them. I worked there a long time, but I never saw a real eel, even though others will swear they saw one. The power of suggestion must be very strong.
Jeremy Stinson— I remember the raft, and my brother, (and lifeguard) John Stinson passing me off to Janet Barker for my swimming lesson, which only happened in the summer because the pool had not been built yet. I also want to say the lessons were every day for a week.

Jeremy Stinson It was quite an accomplishment, as I was about 6, to swim out to the raft.

Bill Brunton-– I wonder why the Raft was taken away. It was always pretty low tech. Not hard to maintain, I mean.

Shane Wm Edwards– I remember that for a number of years in the 60s a group of people would come up from Detroit and fish for eels in the Mississippi then bring their daily catch to be frozen in the locker plant at the store so they could transport them home. They considered them quite the delicacy.

Also I seem to recall canoeing down to Appleton with a group (either Scouts or the Outward Bound Club) and they were working on the dam by the town hall and most of the south side was dry except for a few small pools that still held water and in one of those pools was a huge eel that looked at least 4″ in diameter. This would have been in the early 70s. As we passed the golf course one of the group spotted a few golf balls in the river and eventually filled the bottom of his canoe. Unfortunately on the way back the canoe tipped and most of the balls went back to the bottom of the river.

Ted Hurdis– I still help replenish the balls there. Hahaha

Janinne Wark We were told it was under the rock on the other side of the river. We spent many years being afraid of that eel.

Ted Hurdis Loved the raft. When we were young there was a pecking order and the older kids would throw you off. Everyone had to prove themselves by swimming under it.

Shannon Michie-mcdonald People still fish for them and catch them on the back bridges near Bluebell

Michele Waugh I remember being told that! I used to freak just swimming to the raft lol! Never did swim under it!




Clipped from The Ottawa Journal,  16 Sep 1968, Mon,  Page 27


Clipped from The Winnipeg Tribune,  15 Aug 1906, Wed,  Page 9

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.


“If Wayne Robertson Jumped Off the Highway 7 Bridge Does that Mean You Do it?”

The size of a Minivan Sitting 30 Feet Offshore— The Big Rock of Carleton Place

The Family Freezer Locker

The Old Nichol’s Swimming Hole in Carleton Place


Friday October the 13th– 6:30.. meet in front of the old Leland Hotel on Bridge Street in Carleton Place (Scott Reid’s office) and enjoy a one hour walk with stories of murder mayhem and BOO!.. Some tales might not be appropriate for young ears. FREE!!


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