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The Cheese Souffle that Went from Balderson to Carleton Place– Little Known Fact

The Cheese Souffle that  Went from Balderson to Carleton Place– Little Known Fact

The Balderson Cheese Factory dates back to 1881 and was named after the village of Balderson which was originally founded by Sergeant John Balderson of the British Army. This company was created by fifty one milk shippers who collectively decided to form a dairy co-operative and build their own cheese factory which would provide them with a reliable and local market for their milk.

The Balderson Corner’s cheese factory grew in popularity and prospered over the next decate. In 1892-93 it was one of twelve local factories that was selected to contribute in the making of the Mammoth Cheese which was Canada’s unique dairy display at the Chicago World’s Fair. The company’s development continued without any major setbacks until in 1928 the factory was destroyed by fire. Fortunately the determination of the shareholders did not falter and rebuilding started immediately. No word if Carleton Place had cheese for life after that incident.

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Cheesemakers: W. Brown 1881-1887, J. Milton 1888-1891, W.D. Simes 1892-1901, E.E. Haley 1902-1904, J.M. Scott 1905-1911, T.K. Whyte 1912-1917, M. Haley 1918-1921, A. Quinn 1922-1929, G. Spencer 1930, P. Kirkham 1931-1937, J.L. Prentice 1937-1939, C.J. Bell 1939-1941, J. Somerville 1941-1942, W. Partridge 1943, C. Gallery 1944-1955, R. Lucas 1956-1958, P. George 1959-1960, O. Matte 1961-1966, Y. Leroux 1966-1974, L. Lalonde 1975-1980, N. Matte 1980.

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1954 Balderson Cheese Factory


John Closs Lawrence Lalonde and Yves Leroux from Balderson Cheese on the outside.Young men. Andrea McCoy Centre


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Prentice family at Balderson Cheese Factory, about 1942

Mrs.James Balderson, sr., died at the family home, ninth line of Bathurst, onFriday, the 21st instant, at the age of 74 years.  She had been ill for over three months.  Deceased was born on the third concession of Bathurst, her maiden name being Mary Noonan, daughter of the late James Noonan,one of the prominent men of his day in this district.

Her marriage took place on May 26th, 1858, and had she lived a week longer, her married life would have spanned fifty-one years.  She settled with her husband on the ninth line, and there they lived for over half a century in peace and prosperity.   She is survived by her husband and the following family: James, in Bathurst; Miss Hannah, Toronto;William at home; Miss Annie, New York; Geo. Formerly of COURIER, now in San Francisco; Tom, in Bathurst; and Robert, teacher at Harper.

James and D.R. Noonan, town are brothers,and Mrs. O’Neil, Oswego, and Mrs. Lee, of Buffalo, are sisters.  Here is the first death in the family since the celebration of the golden wedding of Mr. and Mrs. James Noonan last winter at which she was present.  The funeral took place on Sunday afternoon to St. John’s church, thence to the parish cemetery. (28 May 1909 pg 4)

Balderson in 1905 boasted few trees along the dirt road which was the main road to Perth. In the top photo from the left: the original Balderson cheese factory erected in 1881, the Noonan Blacksmith Shop, Cowie home, Anglican Church and rectory. From the right: the Noonan home, Jone’s Store, Haley property (1962), J.M. McGregor property, J.C. McGregor barn and home. Balderson at one time was known as Clarksville.– Perth Remembered


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Before and After in Balderson

Oh Woe is Emily J Publow of Balderson

Being A Charles Dobbie Groupie — Balderson Before Selfies

The Day the Balderson Telephone Co Disappeared

It’s Your Balderson News 1913

The New Year’s Present



Photo- Linda Seccaspina


For anyone that has a dog or had one or knows one

The new after-Christmas rug was Wedgwood Blue and bristly in touch, almost like the back of a porcupine. In the centre of this spectacular piece of decor that everyone hated but me was a delicate white snowflake. I cherished this new acquisition and opened the door several times to gaze at my precious find. This rug would last for many years I thought to myself. It seemed to be invincible, and better yet was on sale.

The next day I could immediately smell what was on that festive mat before I opened the door to admire it. As I walked to the front door in slow motion, my nostrils filled with a scent so putrid that I immediately threw on the exhaust fan on my way over. Sitting in the centre of my inexpensive prize was “a pile of joy” the size of metropolitan Toronto.Who and what created this perfect masterpiece perched on top of the delicate snowflake? Did this animal not share my thoughts on the Holidays? The rug now had no where to go now but the dumpster. Who would ruin my treasured mat? What or who could do such a thing?

Ten minutes later I saw HIM in the hall running without a care. A dog, visiting my neighbour, sporting a fashionable festive hoodie had to be the culprit. As his collar jingled like Santa he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. We both spoke silently with our eyes locked, and suddenly I found myself filled with angry vocabulary not suitable for any time of the year. The dog now with downtrodden eyes, sucked himself closely to the wall as he passed by me. I glared at him as he walked by with apprehension and screamed,

“You little ^&*&$% !!!! Don’t do that again or Santa is not going to buy you any treats!”

Not wanting to have yet another disappointment over a door mat I found something suitable at a second hand shop. Costing more than my Walmart special, it was plain, brown, and obscure, and should last me through the next decade.The top of the mat read:



THE DOG – DAY 751–My captors continue to torment me with bizarre rubber squeak toys. They eat lavish meals in my presence while I am forced to subsist on dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of eventual escape–that and the satisfaction I get from occasionally ruining some piece of furniture.I fear I may be going insane!

Yes, I thought to myself, this new rug will last at least through to the next Christmas season. It has no colour, or feel of the outdoors. It is a rug that does not tease or beckon anything on four legs. It is fool proof! The next morning the replacement rug was ceremoniously marched to the dumpster. Once again the bladder and bowels of the visiting creature had hit the mark and I no longer cared.

A $2.99 Ikea green and black stripe door mat found on page 39 of the Ikea catalogue became the final replacement. I seriously considered putting a “No Dumping” sign by my door. The next day I spied my furry friend running through the hall once again sporting yet another odd-ball hoodie. Our eyes met instantly, and after I slammed the door, I silently thought that no matter what I put out for a rug, this dog would always be “a rebel without a Claus”.


Related Reading

Till Milkbone Do Us Part

Dogs on Film at Walmart

And They Called it Puppy Love– The Waterside Story

A Message from the Rainbow Bridge

Because You Loved Me –In Memory of Bluemist Volker Aksel

In the End –All that is Left are Memories and Paper

Memoirs of a Doggie Blogger from The Valley Veterinary Clinic

Collecting Your Dog’s Urine Sample– Dedicated to the Carleton Place Valley Veterinarian Clinic

Dogs in The Pool – Girls and Boys Just Want to Have Fun!


Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read.

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in Hometown News

Chesswood’s New Year’s Menu– Reserve Now Before it’s Sold Out!




Chesswood will forego their regular menu on New Year’s Eve for this specially selected menu created by Chef Dan Serson especially for New Year’s Eve..

Open New Year’s Eve from 4 p.m until closing. Reserve now!

151 Bridge Street
Carleton Place, ON K7C 2V2
(613) 492-4377
Please note that Chesswood will be closed after New Year’s Eve and re-open January 10th.


NEW YEARS MENU                      $65.00 per guest


Pork Belly & Scallops bourbon jus, onion jam and chives.

Jumbo Crab Cake -corn puree, green pea emulsion, lime aioli.

Caesar Salad -fried capers, apple wood bacon, shaved Parmesan, boiled egg.

Gnocchi with Garlic Cream Sauce-with crispy prosciutto, sweet peas and shaved Parmesan.




Filet Mignon,

Wild mushroom Madeira Sauce served with roasted winter vegetables and Parisian potatoes.


Prosciutto Wrapped Chicken,

Stuffed with spinach, garlic, aged cheddar, pecans and Parmesan served with Parisian potatoes, winter vegetables, and a red pepper sauce.


Garlic Crusted Salmon,

Tomato and basil relish, barley risotto, lemon asparagus, chives.


Pork Porterhouse,

With Parisian potatoes, winter vegetables, maple bourbon bacon jam.


Rack of Lamb,

Herb crusted, barley risotto, Shiraz reduction, winter vegetables.


Pesto Linguine,

Cajun pecans, marinated tomatoes, fresh basil, roasted garlic, shaved parmesan.



Bailey’s Chocolate Brownie Cheesecake, raspberry sauce, white chocolate.

Grand Marnier Bread Pudding, warm crème anglaise and maple ice cream.

Tiramisu, fresh raspberries, rum caramel, maple whipped cream and dark chocolate.

Open New Year’s eve from 4 p.m until closing. Reserve now!

151 Bridge Street
Carleton Place, ON K7C 2V2
(613) 492-4377


Please note that Chesswood will be closed after New Year’s Eve and re-open January 10th.

A Holiday Wrap Up for the New Year



Photo-Gary Wallet- my late sister Robin Knight Nutbrown- Sheila Wallet and me- Linda Knight Seccaspina– 1950s Cowansville, Quebec.

The holiday’s are over. Another year, a few more pounds, and an extra bag or two for the garbage man.

Do you think the present generation will ever realize that Christmas doesn’t come in stores, and maybe it should mean more to them? I wonder some days what kind of holiday traditions our future generations will have, and whether it will involve an app?

How many of the younger set watched It’s a Wonderful Life or listened to Bing Crosby sing White Christmas with tears in their eyes? Do they relate more to One Direction or Ariana Grande singing festive songs? In reality, do some of them pretend to enjoy our Christmas past just to humour us? The holidays triggers happy childhood memories for myself and others, but is it really just recalling that warm feeling of nostalgia?

Everything used to happen for a reason during the holidays, like the smell of Christmas food being made in the kitchen. Even if our past was far less rosy than the generations today, I really believe we created positive memories that lasted.

It used to be a time when people actually mailed Christmas cards, and our local post offices really mattered. All Dad had to do to get a happy smile from mom was to buy her a new toaster or coffee maker. Dad always pretended to be thrilled with his brand new tie or that bottle of Old Spice.

Of course many times during the period the Christmas tree was up (until Epiphany) you would hear him occasionally curse quietly when one of the Christmas tree bulbs would burn out making that entire strand unusable. There were the Shiny Brite Christmas ornaments and the icicles that were supposed to make your tree look like it was covered in icicles. In my mind it always looked like the hairball Grammy’s cat Muffy had just coughed up after eating a lot of the tinsel.

No matter how hard I tried, my paper snowflakes never looked like anyone else’s snowflakes. My Grandmother would always tell me to remember not all snowflakes were the same just like people. She would then hand me a recently purchased Avon Advent Calendar to count the days and add on the never needed pounds. But, she always bought extra boxes of Ivory Snow, and we would open them to find the free Christmas ornaments to place on the tree next to some creepy Santa decoration she always seemed to collect.

Baking cookies for various social events was a wonderful time and I was always next to her like glue to help clean up, and of course eat the leftover cookie dough. Her Christmas cookies were beautiful and perfect, while my roughly cut out cookies looked like they had been executed in some gangland style cookie execution.

In 1957 my Father finally realized he would never have a son and bought both his girls a train set from the Eaton’s Catalogue. I remember knowing the set had cost a great deal of money, but I was more interested in the box of Life Savers that was in my stocking than something Dad had in reality had bought for himself.


My mother had bought him a Johnny Cash record album that same year and I remember my father setting up the train set that was eventually going to become a dust collector singing the song Folsom Prison Blues with his own lyrics:

“I shot a man in Reno, so I could buy my daughters a Lionel Train Set”.

The memory I will most remember is that Christmas was not so much opening up presents, but in opening our hearts and being with family. The holidays seemed to be the time that held the rest of time and our past together and unlike apps, it never needed time to load.

It’s a new year now- instead of resolutions- let’s keep the holiday spirit up all year long.


Memories of an Eaton’s Catalogue Christmas at the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum ends on January 11th