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Words from Linda in Memory of Joann Voyce

Words from Linda in Memory of Joann Voyce

Joann and her sister Margaret Greer

Memories of Joann Voyce I read yesterday- by Linda Seccaspina

I have known Joann Voyce a long time. Whether it be through St. Andrews or the Legion we have been friends since 2015. We got along well, really well, until I questioned her response on a Carleton Place history item. I asked if maybe she had a fact mixed up.

Well, you never questioned Joanne about history ever. Ever ever ever… Ray Paquette who no longer lives in Carleton Place was confused about a posting concerning two numbers, 84 and 31 Herriott. Joann said:

When I lived at 11 Herriott, 31 Herriott was part of the vegetable garden that Mose Okilman maintained. It was later the location of the home that Brian Costello built, the side split. 84 Herriott was across the street from where Dale Costello lived, 95 Herriott, beside Mac Saunders

There was an email back and forth exchange between her, myself and Ray until she flatly told us we were all wrong, and that was that.

Ray was confused and I just threw my hands in the air and I typed a reply to Ray saying:

“What is wrong with that woman?

I thought I was emailing just Ray with that response, but guess what? Joanne was also a recipient of that email.

 OH BOY… did I feel bad.

So I called her and apologized, but Ray just said it was fine and he had been arguing with her for a long time. But I learned quickly never to argue with Joann.

CPHS Group

Sometimes I would post something about her family and she would email me with a comment:

I hate to be a bug but you have my grandmother Voyce married to her brother-in-law. Can you please change it on the blog and on the Tales of Carleton Place. It bugs me to see it going viral and incorrect.

And it was always signed,

Love Joann.

And I knew she really meant the love– BUT get those facts changed pronto. Then she would say:

You are doing a wonderful job doing the history of a town that you did not grow up in but have obviously made your home.”. 

Yes, Joann always reminded me that even after 42 years of living here.. I’ll always be a newcomer.. God love her..

Joann is Back row 3rd in Braids

My fave story Joanne told me was about the house on the corner:

The little grey house on the corner of Herriot and Bridge belonged to a lady named Mary Coulas or Koulas. Actually in reality, she was commonly known as Mary Cool-Ass to the young kids in the neighbourhood. Most notably there was a wire fence on the empty corner with a steel pole sitting there waiting for trouble.

They used to swing around that corner by grabbing this pole. Those kids abused that pole so much they loosened it. Mary Cool-Ass wasn’t taking that lying down, so often that she had a pile of stones and cement placed around the base. She wanted to make sure it would not fall down. After she died that pole became known as Mary’s headstone to the kids who are now no longer kids, but remember it well.

Joann in the corner taking orders..:)

Joann was always an important part of my life and I greatly respected her. She reminded me of my childhood being a Legion kid and the Legion ladies I loved. Last year at the Jubilee tea I was to speak at the tea but had to pop into the washroom and Joann was looking everywhere for me. She scolded me when I came out and I smiled. Because I felt like I was home. I was always in trouble with the legion ladies at Branch 99 in Cowansville, Quebec. Always..

Joann also reminded me of home, the same way this Legion, Branch #192 does each time I come in here. My grandfather Fred Knight started Branch #99 in Cowansville and I have no idea why I never became a member. So when Joann passed away I asked myself what I could do in her memory. It was something I should have done a long time ago. My name is Linda Susan Knight Seccaspina and I became a member of Branch #192 on Sunday and my Membership ID:  30218191

I will miss you Joann Voyce– and Joann, Carleton Place, your friends and family miss you already.

Thank you for being in my life.


The last photo I took of Joanne in 2022 😦

Herriott Street History — Rachel McRae Joann Voyce

The Wall Mysteries of Lake Ave East -Residential Artists

For the Love of St. Andrew’s– 130th Anniversary

Alexander Dunlop Confined to bed for 23 Years


July 1897– Perth Courier… and I think that is Dack and not Duck

Name:Alexander Dunlop
Birth Date:abt 1830
Birth Place:Lanark, Ontario
Death Date:9 Jul 1897
Death Place:Lanark, Ontario, Canada
Cause of Death:Chronic Progrusions Sturnstie Artheritis


Name:Alexander Dunlop
Marital Status:Widowed
Birth Year:abt 1830
Birth Place:Ontario
Residence Date:1891
Residence Place:Carleton Place, Lanark South, Ontario, Canada
Relation to Head:Father
Religion:Free Church
Can Read:Y
Can Write:Y
French Canadian:No
Father’s Birth Place:Ontario
Mother’s Birth Place:Ontario
Division Number:1
Neighbours:View others on page
Household Members (Name)AgeRelationshipWm J Dunlop25HeadJames Dunlop31BrotherCatharine E Dunlop21SisterAlexander Dunlop61Father

People of Lanark County Andrew Dunlop 1944

Miss Christena Dunlop –Teacher Church Street School

Fred Dunlop 100 years old

The Band was Amazing but the Coke Driver Let Jack Hastie Down CPHS 1951- Delmar Dunlop

The John Dunlop Burial Site Almonte

The Memories of Dunlop Hill

Rescuing the Money Pits —The Other Dunlop Home with the Coffin Door

Sometimes When You Least Expect it– The Dunlop Issue

Remember When? Jamiesons — Now and Then-Caldwell Jamieson Dunlop Reunion – Part 5

The Dunlop House — Saturday is the End of an Era in Carleton Place

William Dunlop Union Hall

Photo Memories of Elsie Voyce with Love

Photo Memories of Elsie Voyce with Love
Please play while viewing photos..

Brenda Munro 

June 29th 1945 the marriage of my parents Tom Voyce to Elsie Clyde..

Brenda Munro· 

Elsie Voyce of Montreal Quebec at the age of 19 or 20 while she was working in the Army Depot. What a gorgeous lady then and now…

Brenda Munro

myself and my beautiful Mother Elsie Voyce in the home I purchased in Gananoque, in 1980…

Brenda Munro · 

Shawn Woodcock my baby , my grandson Jesse and my Mom Elsie Voyce

Brenda Munro · 

At the Mississippi Golf club

The place was hopping today at the Mississippi Golf Club in Appleton today What a great crowd…… Elsie turned 100 today!!!!

Elsie Clyde Voyce was born in Elham, Kent, England on April 7th, 1922 and emigrated to Canada the following year, arriving in Saint John, NB in January of 1923. She was one of six children and the last remaining. She married my maternal Uncle, Thomas Bernard Voyce in 1947 on his return from overseas, fighting in WWII.-Michael Doyle

Hard Core


I’m posting this picture of a very dear lady to me Elsie Voyce it’s her 99th birthday today…. This woman is like my grandmother I love her very much she’s a very kind and loving soul and she means the world to me happy birthday sweetheart…. Many more… Love you always Elsie ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
That is her daughter Brenda with her very dear friend of mine

— with Brenda Munro.

Brenda Munro · 

Mom and Aunt Hilda, love you both…❤❤❤

— feeling blessed at Kitchener-Waterloo Hospital.

Darlene Monette


— with Brenda Munro.

Darlene Monette

Back row – Dan MonetteDarlene Monette, (Brenda’s sister & brother – in -law) Lori Howell (cousin), Karen Lemoine (cousin) Brenda VoyceBob Munro, Theresa Drummond (Mom’s neighbour & Carol & Ron’s sister-in-law), Ron Drummond (Carol’s husband – Brenda’s brother-in-law). Front row: Hilda Warrington (Mom’s sister) Carol Drummond (Brenda’s sister) Elsie Voyce (Mom!)

Sheena Clyde · 

— with Brenda Munro and Phil Clyde.

Brenda Munro

this was 21 years ago , and my Mom still looks the same ..xo (2012)

Photo-Micheal H-Core

Brenda Munro

Bless you all, she is on the phone with my daughter in BC , I think.. precious ..

Darlene Monnette · 

Sisters.❤ This is my Mom & her sister heading home.

— with Brenda Munro.

Micheal H-Core


January 28,2023

Today is the celebration of life for this Beautiful lady…. Now she isn’t my grandma but I consider her my grandmother….Grandma Elsie was such a beautiful loving and caring person. This amazing woman touched so many people lives and her smile would light up a room.

I would joke around her when I would see her or on our almost daily phone calls and then she would laugh and giggle….I am so going to miss talking to her or seeing her….

My 100 year old grandma Elsie would call us if we missed a day of calling her to make sure we were OK…..Can you imagine calling to make sure we’re OK….. She knew my phone number by heart…. 🙂

Grandma Elsie I will forever ❤️ love you and miss you but I will never forget you xoxo…..

We lost an amazing person but God gained another angle to look over us….

R.I.P. beautiful

Love your grandson Mike


Elsie Voyce — obituary

Voyce, Elsie I. 

(An amazing woman known for her strength of character infectious smile and compassion.  She had a tremendous love for animals and was devoted to her family and friends.)

Passed away with her loving daughters by her side on January 15, 2023 at the University of Ottawa Heart Institute.

Elsie (nee Clyde)

Of Carleton Place, Ontario. In her 101st year.

Survived by her three daughters Brenda Munro (Bob), Darlene Monette (Dan), Carol Drummond (Ron) and predeceased by her husband Tom and long-time friend Earle Brooks as well as her granddaughter Stephanie.  Proud “Nanny” of her grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-great-grandchildren.  She was the treasured “Aunty Bunchy” to many nieces and nephews.  Elsie formed close bonds and friendships with all that knew her and she will be especially remembered by close friends Theresa Drummond (and sons), Jerry Flynn and Shirley Sadler.  A special thank-you to all her “girls” from Carebridge whom she loved dearly as well as Dr. Gillian Buckley for her care and support.  Donations in memory of Elsie may be made to the Humane Society or the Carleton Place and District Memorial Hospital.

Funeral Arrangements Entrusted Into The Care Of

C.R. Gamble Funeral Home & Chapel Inc.

The Millstone

Me, Orm Giles and Walmart — In Loving Memory

Me, Orm Giles and Walmart — In Loving Memory

Photo Sylvia Giles

This is the speech I gave at Orm’s Funeral this week at St. James

I have to be honest here– most of my best conversations with Orm Giles were in Walmart. I never went to Walmart without bumping into Orm Giles. We used to have  our fireside chats on the bench beside the front door where Orm and I would plot to glue coins to the floor and see how many people would try and pick them up. Orm was everything to me. Each time I would bump into him he would haul his flyers out when Walmart used to price match and he would be telling me what I should be buying whether it be in aisle 4 or 5 or maybe even 6. Orm was an iconic retired politician, but he was a master of the grocery flyers–yes he most certainly was.

Orm not only had savings information– he would also give me council advice on that same Walmart bench next to the front door. It was my two for one Roll back special. When I got elected I told Orm I had so many great ideas– so many— and what was the easiest way to get them done. He looked at me and said ,” Well first you have to have 3 other people vote with you”, and I looked at him just like they had slashed everything on aisle 7 and said NOOOOOO. Are you kidding me?

Now when I hear people that are going to enter the world of politics and do this and that and the other– I laugh and say, “No, not unless you have 3 other people vote  with you!” and I know that for a fact because Orm Giles told me so.

I had great respect for Orm as he represented his community in municipal politics for over 30 years. I know how hard it is to represent your community, but we do it because we  love where we live and boy Orm loved Lanark County. He made many many important decisions for our town and one day he jokingly made a decision for Walmart,

 “Hey Linda, what say we tell Walmart to buy 30 new cashes and only open 2 of those cashes?”

Orm had a wicked sense of humour and he once told a story to his son Stephen about the house I was documenting across the street where they lived. They were an odd lot that lived  there — no doubt about it. Apparently they used to come out late at night and dig for worms to go fishing. Orm looked out the window one night and said,

“Would you look at that we have a couple of miners across the street digging for gold!”

Only in Carleton Place.

As far as I can remember Orm was a Councillor, Deputy Reeve and Deputy Mayor of the Town of Carleton Place and Warden of Lanark County. He had a park named after him  and he lobbied the government of Ontario for years for the expansion of Highway 7.

When I posted about the passing of Orm on Facebook I got a great many comments and Id like to read a few :

Orm was a great citizen who lead by example RIP SIR!

Very sorry for your loss – your Dad served the community with honesty and integrity.

He was the Royalty of CP! I was sharing stories about him tonight. So many! Sylvia Giles you Dad (& Mom) was a true gem!!

He sat with my Dad on his last day on earth along with Don Stanley. I will never forget that.

I‘m truly sorry to hear this news, Sylvia. Even when you know it’s inevitable, it still comes as shock. I wish you and Stephen the best as you celebrate this good and decent man. My sincere condolences. My thoughts are with you.

I am so sorry to hear of your father’s passing Sylvia. Your Dad was such a sweet nice man. He was always there to greet us all at church. My condolences to you and your family.

Duncan and I are so very sorry to hear this sad news. Orm was a gentleman who served Carleton Place for many years with grace and style. He will be truly missed. Our condolences to the family. Sending our deepest condolences to Sylvia, Chris and Stephen. Orme will be greatly missed!

So today we mourn the passing of Orm Giles and I am so grateful that he raised two wonderful children named Sylvia and Stephen, who will carry on his legacy and keep me informed of what I should watch out for in town affairs. I am so grateful for that, but I have one thing that I am heartbroken that I never knew.,. I never knew that Orm’s first name was Clarence. To me that was information that should have been spoken about on our Walmart visits. Because Walmart is a place that you can never be ashamed of who you are.

I am going to truly miss the man that was named Clarence Orm Giles. He was one in a million! Love you Orm and Ill keep that bench in Walmart warm for you.


We’ll Meet Again — Robert (Bob) John Stacey

We’ll Meet Again — Robert (Bob) John Stacey

My Grandfather used to tell me stories about his youth in London, England in front of the old radio after the BBC news. Some were about life in the trenches in World War 1, and others were about life with his mother Mary Knight, not to be confused with my Grandmother Mary Louise Deller Knight. Mary Louise Deller Knight however knew how to belt out a song especially anything by Vera Lynn— and I cannot remember the amount of times I sang Vera’s songs with Bob Stacey.

Grampy Knight used to tell me stories about the British Music Hall scene because my great grandfather was a music publisher in London and ran British Music Halls. Because of his stories I always wanted to be a carny in a travelling carnival. But that was never to be, but the stories and especially the songs I remembered. I could call out any song and Bob would remember every word.

We’ll meet again
Don’t know where, don’t know when
But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day

Will miss you Bob!

Linda Seccaspina

One of the wonderful things about moving back to Carleton Place was getting to see familiar and loving faces like Bob Stacey. Bob was my dad’s Godfather ( Shane Edwards), and a friend and relative to my grandparents. Bob always had a story or song to share. His positive attitude and enthusiasm for life was contagious. Right before the pandemic, Bob, my Great Aunt Heather and Great Uncle John, my Aunt Val and my parents came over for dinner. We had a lovely evening where Bob shared fond memories of the grandparents I never got to meet. Through Bob’s recollections, he made me feel very connected to them.I will miss his storytelling abilities and the way he always made everyone around him feel special. Bob was a Carleton Place gem. Elizabeth Smith

Hooten Pagnell

So sorry to read of Bob’s passing! A truly wonderful man with a delicious sense of humour. We always enjoyed Bob’s company and had so many long chats either inside or outside Temptations when Bob was purchasing his UK newspapers. We shared common passions. England, London in particular and musicals in the fabulous West End Theatre District of the British capital. Every time Bob met Jeff he said, “Here’s the man from Hooton Pagnell!” We’ll leave you to look it up. Bob said we are probably the only people from Carleton Place who have ever been there, LOL! Next time we’re in Leicester Square we’ll toast your memory Bob! WITH LOVE – Jeff and Kathy Maguire

Robert Stacey and Jennifer Fenwick Irwin celebrate Bob being the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum 1000th member on Facebook. Bob was passionate about history and could tell great stories – especially about his father John Stacey who was a British Home Child brought to Canada.


John Stacey, Bob’s Father– read- Clippings of the Barnardo Home Boys and Gir

Bob and his Grandfather

I am sad to say that a long time member of the MUDDS family Bob Stacey passed away last night. Bob was one of a kind and always a twinkle in his eye and a good joke to share. He loved to sing and was a life long member of St James Anglican Church Choir and a member of The Town Singers. Thanks for the memories Bob! 🙏🏻–Mississippi Mudds Memory Lane—Sylvia Giles 


My wife, Diane Elder, and I were blessed to get to know Bob when we joined the Mississippi Mudds in the early 1980s.

Here he is at the makeup table, preparing to go on in the “Clownin’ Around” show in 1986.

Rest in peace, Bob, and say “Hi” for me to Diane, who passed on October 2, 2021.–Dennis Lloyd

Bob loved his town and the town loved him…..Hi Linda: The composer of the poem about Carleton Place was my sister Lillian (Stacey) MacPherson who lived in Kirkland Lake at the time. It was published in the CP Canadian several years ago. Bob StaceyThe Town I Left in the Ottawa Valley- Carleton Place

Abbie Giles photo -Our indoor campfire where Bob sang along to every song❤️

Tribute to Bob Stacey.

Remembering this amazing person today. Absolute heart of gold. For all of his friends that Bob touched their life are sad today to hear of his passing. Bob always loved to come to Giant Tiger to shop and always loved to talk to me with the biggest smile on his face. He always told people if you can’t find something in store Petya will help you find it. The group of people that Bob would hang out for coffee with almost everyday would sing, joke and tell stories like there is no tomorrow.. Bob knew how to live life to the fullest. I know Beth is up there Bob waiting for you at the gates to welcome you home. The friends that are left behind are left with an empty heart today– but we are better people because Bob Stacey was part of it. Rest in peace Bob, you will be dearly missed– your jokes, your stories and your smile. Petya Lowes

Bob—- 3rd from the left top row 1997

Bob top row..last on the right 1997

Bob truly will be missed by so many friends Linda- but he wanted folks to know he had a wonderful life and would want everyone to enjoy their lives as much as he had enjoyed his. It has been a roller coaster of emotions today for myself and family &. friends – for the first time in several years I did not get  a telephone call last night from Bob at 5.45PM for a chat- this was a ritual we had and we discussed world affairs a variety of subjects and we always ended with “God bless, sleep well, love you!”–Ronette Vines

June 2022 Bob in the middle with Jake Gallipeau and myself..

The last song I sang with Bob Stacey was at the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum Royal Garden Party... “Does Your Chewing Gum Lose its Flavour?” has always been one of my favourites since I was a wee one. I said to Bob ‘“Gee I wish I had my musical spoons with me!” As Ronette Vines said:

Bob would want everyone to enjoy their lives as much as he had enjoyed his……

I agree, so let’s sing this song in tribute to Bob. He would love it.

God bless, sleep well, love you you all!!!!


Robert (Bob) John Stacey

October 10, 1933 ~ July 20, 2022

Suddenly, at Waterside Retirement Residence in Carleton Place, Ontario.  Predeceased by his parents Jack (1970) and Elizabeth Stacey (1990) and siblings Roy Stacey and Lillian MacPherson.  Bob leaves to mourn several nieces, nephews and cousins including Eleanor and Tom Wright of Appleton and Lorna McRae of Carleton Place.  He will be truly missed by many (special friends) Dorothy Howard and Ronette Vines of Carleton Place, Angie and Tom Hall and Ange Dupuis of Ottawa. 

Bob loved his church and was a faithful member of St. James Anglican Church, Carleton Place.  Bob was one of the melodious choristers up to the time of his passing. As an avid fan of theater and music Bob shared his talents with Carleton Places’ Mississippi Mudds and the Town Singers. He was in his glory sharing a song or telling a story at any social gathering. England and Europe were favorite travelling spots for Bob over the years and he made numerous trips before and after retiring from the Patent Office Hull/Ottawa.

RIP “Our Bob”

Friends may call at the Alan R. Barker Funeral Home, 19 McArthur Avenue, Carleton Place on Wednesday, July 27th from 2-5 p.m. Funeral service will be held on Thursday, July 28th at 1 p.m. in St. James Anglican Church in Carleton Place. Inurnment will follow at St. James Cemetery.

In memoriam donations to St. James Anglican Church, 225 Edmund Street, Carleton Place, Ontario K7C 3E7 and CHEO.

Remembering John Drummond Sr. of Clayton

Remembering John Drummond Sr. of Clayton
The sawmill was rebuilt after the great fire at Clayton in 1875 when the mill and all the lumber piled next to it burnt.  1959 was the final recorded year of operation of the saw mill. Photo– 1955.

Almonte Gazette

November 24 1881

Another Ramsay Pioneer Gone to His Rest – On Monday last Mr. John Drummond, of Clayton, passed away to his final rest, at the very advanced age of 87 years. He was born near Stirling, in Scotland in the year 1794, and emigrated thence to the township of Ramsay in 1822, and was thus one of that band of hardy pioneers of whom but few are now living, whose steady perseverance, unceasing industry and strong common sense raised Ramsay to the position it long held as premier township of the county.

As an illustration of the difficulties met with by those men, and the manner in which they were overcome, it may not be amiss to relate the following anecdote of Mr. Drummond: During the summer of 1822 he unfortunately broke his axe, and set out on foot to Perth – 20 miles distant – to buy another. On arriving there he found that the merchants (or merchant) had none in stock, but expected a supply within a week.

This, however, did not suit Mr. Drummond, who started for Brockville , bought his axe and returned home, walking the whole distance! In 1864 he removed to Clayton bought the Bellamy property and rebuilt the mills, but retired from active life, leaving the management of the business to his son, D. Drummond, Esq. late Reeve of Ramsay.

Before the formation of county councils he took an active part in the management of local affairs, but since that time he has always declined public office and manifested little interest in politics beyond voting for and steadily supporting the Reform party at every election for a member of either House. Mr. Drummond was well known as an honest, industrious and straightforward man, and the esteem in which he was held was fully exemplified by the large number who attended his funeral, which took place on Wednesday to the Clayton cemetery.

From Rose Mary Sarsfield’s book

“Whispers from the Past, History and Tales of Clayton” sold out the first printing of 200 copies during the first week. If you want to purchase a book please email me at rose@sarsfield.ca or call me at 613-621-9300, or go to the Clayton Store, or Mill Street Books in Almonte.

Snippets– The Drummond Farm — Aida Drummond

When Your Obituary is Wrong…… or so the family says

When Your Obituary is Wrong…… or so the family says

Almonte Gazette March 18 1904

An ugly report from Carleton Place appeared in the Ottawa Citizen, on Tuesday last, in which, the sudden death of Neil McDonald, of that town was announced to have taken place on the previous day. It was a pretty good: obituary notice, but the thing was that the obituary was not true and it caused sincere sorrow in the family.

Here is the obituary….

The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
16 Mar 1904, Wed  •  Page 4

So one has to ask what was wrong with the Obituary…..

Did he not have Gastritis?

Gastritis is a condition that inflames the stomach lining (the mucosa), causing belly pain, indigestion (dyspepsia), bloating and nausea. It can lead to other problems. Gastritis can come on suddenly (acute) or gradually (chronic). Medications and dietary changes can reduce stomach acid and ease gastritis symptoms.

Did he not lose his right arm?

Lost arm apparatus 1903

Was he not a teacher or a principal? I could not figure out what was wrong with the obituary at all.


Name:Neil McDonald
Death Age:56
Birth Date:1848
Birth Place:Rosebank
Residence Place:Carleton Place
Death Date:15 Mar 1904
Death Place:Carleton Place
Obituary Date:16 Mar 1904
Obituary Place:Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
Newspaper Title:The Ottawa Citizen

By the mid-19th century, newspapers were regularly publishing death notices submitted by local funeral homes. Before the Linotype machine was invented in 1886, every printed letter in the newspaper had to be set by hand, so papers were short and obituaries were brief. With the automation of typesetting, newspapers expanded at the turn of the 20th century, and more space could be dedicated to death notices and obituaries. Like classified advertisements, newspapers charged a fee to publish obituaries and publishers quickly recognized that there was good money to be made from obituaries.When political activist Marcus Garvey suffered a stroke in 1940, a Chicago columnist wrote and published a premature obituary. When Garvey read the obituary, which described him as dying “broke, alone and unpopular,” he suffered a second stroke and died. Again, I have no idea what happened with Mr. McDonald’s obituary, but obviously someone knows to this day what happened — because bad news and complaints travel a long way.:)

Obituary McCormick Pimlott’s Ladies Wear Genealogy

John T. Robertson Obituary- Caldwell Bookeeper Rideau Canal

Thomas Hollinger Ferguson Falls Descendants Obituary

William Caldwell Pollock OBITUARY –W.C. Caldwell

G. H. Ansley Perth Shoe Company Obituary

James J. Hands – Dies in Perth — Former Mayor Accidentally Drowns in House Bath

Life Interrupted — Linda Knight Seccaspina

Life Interrupted — Linda Knight Seccaspina

Our new editor at The Townships Sun, Rachel Garber thought it would be a great idea if I wrote about our late editor Barbara Heath. Normally it would be an easy task for me, but in this case I had never met Barbara. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t know her– but in reality, we knew each other. They say to have a close friendship you need to meet each other first which helps strengthen the bond. Barbara and I did not need that, as we easily exchanged over a 100 emails between each other and felt like long lost sisters.

I first met Barbara years ago when she emailed me about a story I did about the rumoured 30-foot- long monster called Gog, Manaloo, Memphre, the Anaconda, or the Lake Monster of Lake Memphremagog. Somehow she had seen it on Facebook and asked if the Townships Sun could run it. Since I had spent the first  night  of my honeymoon looking out the motel window which faced Lake Memphremagog searching for that creature; it was a story that was near and dear to my heart.

And so, as they say, began the online friendship of Linda and Barbara. I had been writing for years in the States for publications about celebrities, murders and pets and she assured me that history was my thing and she was right. She encouraged me to keep writing with my heart, and to pursue my potential. It’s not like I needed anyone to encourage my prolific writing, but even though we were the same age, it was like someone putting their arm around you. It was always that way between us. She represented a part of my self-identity.

Barbara under the CIBC sign.

We both believed in saving heritage like the Tomifobia church which is a short distance from Stanstead, Quebec. The poor wee church was sold and abandoned for years and it left a mark on both of our hearts. She was a fighter like myself and we both stood up for the wrongs in our communities. Barbara with the closing of the CIBC in Stanstead and me with stormwater management ponds and supporting local business. It doesn’t matter how slowly we now moved along, we just had to make sure we didn’t stop. Neither of us kept our feelings in a drawer to be forgotten.

I am heartbroken and I should have known her health wasn’t getting better. In March she sent me two beautiful jewellery artifacts that belonged to her mother. She said in a letter, 

“I hope they bring you joy and show your spirit. You are certainly a valuable member of the Sun Family.”

Barbara did not wish to have any services, like myself. We both had figured out that lots of things happen after you die and none of them involve the deceased. I had told Barbara that when I die, cremate me and stick a tree on me. I wanted absolutely no headstones so these genealogists I have been writing about for years will come looking for me. She always thought that was funny.


We never met, yet we knew each other well, almost like we were friends before, 

We never met, but we both grew up in the Eastern Townships and loved and breathed history,

We never met, but you sent me letters from those that enjoyed my writing in the Townships Sun and told me never to stop writing. 

We never met, but you were a friend and a mentor, and for that I will be eternally grateful and never ever forget you.

I wish there was email in heaven.


Also read-Mary Louise Deller Knight — Evelyn Beban Lewis–The Townships Sun

Here Comes the Sun! The Townships Sun

Remembering Theresa Margaret Crawford Brown


Yesterday doing some research I found this obituary of Theresa Brown. After I read it, I was very sad I had never met this woman as she seemed so so nice. Therefore I am documenting this forever.

Teresa Margaret Crawford Brown  Thursday May 27th 2021 

Teresa was born September 21, 1953 at 2:30 A.M. in the morning in Old Almonte General Hospital. Teresa is the youngest of four children. Leo, Pauline, Ken & Teresa. She told everybody they kept the best till the last. She grew up on her parents’ family farm. James & Margaret Brown of Corkery just outside of Almonte.

After Teresa completed High School in Carleton Place,she took a one year Sewing & Designing course in Ottawa. After that she worked 2 1/2 Years at Charles Oglives doing alterations. Due to the shortage of work Teresa decided it was time to move on. She then joined The Public Service Alliance of Canada » on Friday, September 10, 1976.

Teresa had many hobbies & sports. Knitting, sewing, crocheting, quilting, camping, Alley Bowling, euchre, playing her electric organ, lawn bowling, skating, cross-country skiing, snowmobiling, ATV with her husband. Never ask Teresa if it is cold outside as she will reply; if you like Winter sports you won’t find the cold.

After Teresa’s father James passed away in October 1982, her Mother sold the family farm and she and Teresa moved into a new house in Almonte. For those of us who thought Teresa only brought her car to work for shopping, they soon realized that Teresa brought her car for other reasons. She said she had to meet a man, a man who could cook. The staff at work told her to « dream on ». Finally, the day came and Teresa had met the man, his name is Gary Crawford from Merrickville who became her husband and he is an excellent cook. They met in September 1989 and were engaged December 25, 1990.

The staff at work were shocked when Teresa told them that she had gotten engaged and getting married October 4th, 1991. The following Spring they built a new house outside of Merrickville. Teresa always looked forward to her daily bus rides to work. This way, she could read, knit, talk or sleep. Gary would say; « how was your day and did you bug anybody »? She would reply; « not too many, only those who deserved it ». People soon found out bug Teresa first and she won’t bug you. Everyone at work or on the bus would agree to that.

She always looked forward to her hot suppers. If Gary had to work late, Teresa had a casserole ready for him.. Sometimes Gary had a Fire Call or snow plowed and she got caught and had to make supper. Needless to say, the Bus Driver always had a comment and made sure to rub it in. Teresa would reply; you can come in and cook it for me, but there were no offers.

Gary and Teresa always looked forward to the bus trips to the International Plowing Matches held in Southern Ontario and the numerous Fall Fairs and Craft shows. In the Springtime, Teresa looked forward to watching her perennials come to bloom. She would then plant her marigolds, flowering cabbages and other various flowers. The neighbors called their home

the house of all seasons as her flowers would bloom from Spring right up to Christmas. Everyone enjoyed her old fashion mums, the cabbages and sedum. Gary liked to water her flowers and he did an excellent job. He always looked forward to his Sunday suppers from Dwyer Hill, St. Patrick’s Day in the spring and going to Mount St. Patrick in September and other events. Teresa always said the way to a man’s heart is to feed him and that she did.

Remember,if you are going to have lunch with anyone, don’t put it off as you will never know what will happen. If you are thinking or talking about me, stop and say a prayer. You never know when you will need one yourself.

I want to Thank each and everyone for coming to my Funeral. Enjoy your lunch and have a good day.

Till we meet again. Teresa May 16, 2013

Teresa Margaret Crawford (nee Brown)

In the arms of her loving husband, Teresa passed peacefully at Smiths Falls District Hospital on May 27, 2021 at the age of 67 years. Beloved wife of Gary Crawford. Predeceased by her parents James Brown and Margaret Tims. Will be sadly missed by her brothers Leo Brown (Ruth) and Ken Brown (Vivian), her sister Pauline Kelly (Don) and many nieces and nephews.

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Ida Jennette ( Janet) Croft

Ida Jennette ( Janet) Croft

Greenwood Cemetery

Lanark Township

Burials 1842 to 2013

Croft—Died, at Ottawa at the Ladies College on Sunday, 18th March, Ida Janette Croft, fourth daughter of Mr. William Croft of Middleville, aged 17 years and 11 months.

Elsewhere in the same newspaper:

Middleville News:  The Reaper Death has been gathering with his keen sickle many elderly persons in the community lately; but as if to impress the truth that youth as well as age must fall before him, we have to mourn the removal of Miss Ida J. Croft, fourth daughter of Mr. William Croft, Esq.  The young lady, with an elder sister, was attending the Ottawa Ladies College.  Through a chill contracted while out for a trip with other classmates under the care of the principal of the college, she was attacked by inflammation of the lungs.  All that medical skill and the kind action of the principal and his wife, the teachers, the inmates of the college, were done on behalf of her but it was in vain.  She died on Sunday morning, 18th March.  On receiving information of the serious illness of her daughter, Mrs. Croft and daughter Maggie hastened to her bedside.  Loving care could only soothe her pain but not ward off the threatened blow.  In calm trust in the love of her Redeemer the fair young traveler drew near the brink of the dark river.  “Safe in the arms of Jesus” she felt herself to be and her loved ones have the comfort in their sorrow of knowing that she found that He was near her when passing through the waters.  Floral offerings were present on her coffin, which lay in the Assembly Hall of the College on Sunday by her teachers and classmates whose tears testified to their grief at the loss of one so young from their side.  The remains were brought to her house in Middleville, the principal accompanying the sorrowing group as far as Perth.  The funeral service was held in the Congregational Church at 1:00 on Wednesday.  The church was filled with sympathizing friends some of whom came from Perth and Lanark.  Rev. Mr. MacCall preached from 2nd Cor.1, 34.  Scripture was read and prayer offered by Rev. B. W. Day and Rev. Joseph Andrew.  Many are the sympathies which go out to the family who lose from their circle thus early one young lady who was so full of promise.  “Be ye also ready for in such a year as you think not the Son of Man cometh”.

Perth Courier, March 23, 1888

First NameIda Jennette
TranscriptionIda Jennette
March 18, 1888
17 Yrs. 11 Mos & 2 days

Death Came In The Early Spring Time,
And Cut For His Garland Rare,
A Beautiful Bud Of Promise,
Just Opening Sweet And Fair.
The Bud Seems Withered And Faded
But It Holds The Germ Of Life
That Will Bloom With Heavenly Beauty,
Beyond Earth’s Chill And Strife

Look Up! Ye Hearts That Are Mourning
Away From The Fresh Earth Mound
In Our Father’s Many Mansions
Your Treasure Her Place Has Found
Cemetery NameMiddleville Greenwood, Lanark, Ontario

1881 Census

NameAgeWilliam Croft55Maggie Croft45Emma Croft19Annie Croft17Maggie Croft15William Croft13Ida Croft10Arther Croft8Albert Croft6Clarah Croft5Lawrance Croft3Fredrick Croft1

March 30 1888

March 30 1888