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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.:)

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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.

Remembering Stephen Yanor John Forrest Lanark 1962

Remembering The Old Cow Bell — Don Crawford — The Buchanan Scrapbooks

Remembering Haying in Lanark County- The Buchanan Scrapbooks

Remembering Albert Mitchell– The Buchanan Scrapbook Clippings

Remembering the Old Log Timber Slide

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

Sarah Duff McPherson and John Paul — Mount Blow Farm


Name:Sarah McPherson
Birth Place:Canada
Residence:Carleton Place
Spouse Name:John Paul
Spouse Age:24
Spouse Gender:Male
Spouse Birth Place:Canada
Spouse Residence:Ramsay Township
Marriage Date:4 Jan 1860
Father Name:George McPherson
Mother Name:Jane Marr
Spouse Father Name:Andrew Paul
Spouse Mother Name:Euphemia Yule
Name:Sarah Duff McPherson
Birth Date:abt 1838
Birth Place:Canada
Death Date:26 Jun 1878
Death Place:Lanark, Ontario, Canada
Cause of Death:Puerpairal Convulsions
Name:John Paul
Marital Status:Married
Birth Year:abt 1822
Birth Place:Ireland
Residence Date:1891
Residence Place:Dalhousie and Sherbrooke North, Lanark North, Ontario, Canada
Relation to Head:Head
Religion:Free Church
Can Read:Yes
Can Write:Yes
French Canadian:No
Spouse’s Name:Sarah Paul
Father’s Birth Place:Ireland
Mother’s Birth Place:Ireland
Division Number:2
Neighbours:View others on page
Household MembersAgeRelationshipJohn Paul69HeadSarah Paul70WifeMartha Paul45DaughterArchable Paul32Son

As in the fall, when the frosts of winter creep o’er the land, Nature one by one calls away the flowers she cherishes, so the Lord, as the snows- of age begin to fall, calls home ones he loves. The last to receive what was to him a welcome. summons was Mr. John Paul, of “Mount Blow Farm,” Ramsay.

Mr. Paul had been ill only about a month from progressive paralysis,and the news came as a painful shock to his friends, who were hoping to soon see him around again not realizing the seriousness of his malady. He was a man universally admired and respected for his sterling character and upright life. Always ready to befriend the unfortunate or to lend a cheering hand where the shadows of sickness or death had fallen.

Bom in a house which stood on the site of the dwelling in which he died, he lived continuously for sixty-eight years on “Mount Blow Farm-” He was bom June 14th, 1835, his father being. the late Andrew Paul, who was one of the pioneer Scotch settlers of this section, as was also his mother, who before her marriage was Miss Effie Yuill. His father died in I800, and the responsibility’ of a family, of’ two brothers and six sisters fell on his shoulders. 

On 4th of January, 1860, he was united in marriage with Miss Sarah Duff McPherson. Their union was blessed with nine children—eight boys and one girl, of whom six survive—John L., Innisville ; George MoP., Sarnia ; William J.., on the homestead ; David M., Advocate, Thiessaton ; Jas. M., Oak Lake, Man., and the only daughter, Miss Effie B., Brockville. The dead are Andrew, Frank and Robert. Mrs. Paul died in 1871, and for eight years he lived alone, but in 1882 he married the widow of Mr. H. A. Robertson of Perth, who survives him. Deceased was a Presbyterian in religion, and all his life was closely connected with church work, more particularly with the Sunday school department.

For over forty years, first at the old eighth line church and later, at the eighth line (Greig’s) school, he taught Sunday school, instilling it to the irinds of the children the first principles of a true Christian life, and at the same time setting them a shining example in his own life. Hewas an elder in St. Andrew’s church, Almonte, which church he appealed to.

In politics he was a Liberal, but always supported that which he thought was for the best interests of the country. He was often urged to enter public life, but could never be prevailed upon to do so, preferring to distribute his efforts in doing good to the greatest number rather than contain his attention to any  line of work. He was a man without a known enemy, and his advice was eagerly sought after and readily given to all classes. 

His death has caused a vacancy in the countryside which will be felt for years, and which w ill not be easily filled. About 45 years ago he commenced the lime burning business, which he carried on successfully on his farm. A few years ago his son William was admitted to the business, which from that time was carried on under the firm name of J . Paul & Son. The funeral on Monday was a worthy tribute to a worthy man. The attendance was very large, and was representative of the whole district. The cortege was over a mile long, and as it wound its way to the eighth line cemetery gave indisputable evidence of the popularity of the deceased, and of the esteem and respect in which he was held. May 2, 1903 of an Apopletic Stroke.

Photo and text- North Lanark Regional Museum
James P. Paul -Interviewed November 4, 2013 by Sarah Chisholm
Catalogue No.: 2013.43.1
Duration: 42 minutes
Photo: L-R: Sarah, Jim
James P. Paul (Jim Paul) comes from a long line of farmers. He grew up on Mount Blow Farm in Ramsay which was started by the Paul family in 1821.
Mount Blow Farm operated as a mixed farm until the early 1900s and was well known for its lime kiln business which ran from the 1860s to 1908. In 1925 the farm began the transition from mixed farming to dairy farming, building a purebred Holstein herd. In 1951 Jim Paul officially joined his father and his brother on the farm. Mount Blow Farm continued to expand and evolve. The farm improved with the addition of milking machines, a bulk tank and a pipeline all added by 1970.
Jim speaks about the history of the farm, the equipment changes and also speaks about his father, Norman Paul. Norman Paul is well known in Lanark County for his whittlings and dioramas.
This is a great interview for anyone interested in the history of Ramsay, agriculture, in particular the dairy industry.

Related reading

Ken Manson– 1986 Interview with Helen & Jimmie Dodds –Side 1B — Bill Croft and Farm Machinery

The Wondrous Life of Norman Paul

The Amazing Mr. Paul

The Mysterious 5th Line ?????

Recollections of Bert Hazelwood 1973

I Will Remember You –Susan Nutbrown McKinnon

I Will Remember You –Susan Nutbrown McKinnon
Susan hugging her mum– I always called her Mrs. Nutbrown..:) and a few of the Nutbrown sisters..

This morning I got up to news of having one less friend in my life. It’s not that I had seen Susan recently, in fact, it has been a very long time. In reality you would not go for years, or even months, without talking to your partner or even a neighbour, but sometimes, unintentionally, we end up not speaking to a friend who mattered in our lives because friendships tend to change as people age or move.

Susan Nutbrown McKinnon was one of those friends in my life. I might not have seen or spoken to her in years but she had been an important part of my life when I lived in Sherbrooke, Quebec. She would always be that friend no matter what. I only have one photo to remember our friendship as I lost a great deal of photos in a house fire. But, I never forgot her – ever. She was THE girl — the beautiful girl that everyone wanted to be. Blonde, tall, stunning and a personality that appreciated life and made you love life too.

It was through Susan that I met her family, and the Nutbrown family forever became part of my life.  I guess that is another reason why I am so upset— yet another loss for this family who had the biggest heart in Sherbrooke, Quebec. I always feel things happen for a reason, and our friendship was fate as far as I am concerned. We chose each other for a reason.

I met Susan when I worked at Au Bon Marche on King Street in Sherbrooke. She loved clothes like I did and was what we called a ‘frequent flyer’ customer. In the matter of weeks we became fast and furious friends and she made me feel part of the Nutbrown family. Her brothers and sisters were just like her and sitting at the dinner table with them made me feel whole and happy– and then there was Bill.

Bill Nutbrown was the elder brother, and handsome as all get out, and made my heart flutter. Susan and I laughed about my crush, and she even egged me on. I thought there would be nothing better in this world to be part of the Nutbrown family and to have Susan as a legal sister-in- law. It would even be spectacular to have her as an official ‘sister’.

One Saturday night she arranged to have Bill hang around with me and my late sister Robin at a Bishop’s University event. Sitting in the Lennoxville pub it took exactly 5 minutes before Bill was gazing with stars in his eyes at Robin and I ended up leaving them alone joining Susan in the gym. That night sealed their fate and Robin and Bill got married and she was one that became a Nutbrown with Susan as her official sister-in- law.

Susan took this photo of me at Judy’s house in Dearborn, Michigan. The only photo I have left to remind me of our friendship

As I sit here this morning looking at the one silly picture I have left to remind me of Susan I have regrets. I regret after this photo was taken in Dearborn Heights in Michigan we never really kept up our friendship. She married the man of her dreams, Ray McKinnon, and moved to the United States. It seems we just aren’t obligated to keep up friendships as life changes for us– and in this case I have a lot of regrets. 

How do we decide we suddenly don’t have time for people that were once in your life and loved you– like Susan? Sometimes I think you feel they will always be there– but here is my reality: today Susan is no longer here, her sister Pam is no longer here– their mother who gave me hugs and loved me is no longer here, and my sister Robin is no longer here. It’s the age-old problem of having really good intentions and a horrible follow through.

Now we have more friendly acquaintances than real deep friendships and when you lose one it protects us from the hurt that I am feeling today. I had not spoken to Susan in years, but today I mourn the loss of the kind, compassionate and inspirational friend I once knew. I feel the loss her family, and her four beautiful sons are feeling today. I am angry that I did not keep the friendship breathing, or keep it in existence.

The most painful goodbyes are the ones never said and never explained, they say, and today I mourn the loss of Susan Nutbrown McKinnon, a friend forever– always in my heart. We may not have spoken or seen each other in years– but every day you still walked and will to continue to walk beside me in memory.

Life is so precious, hug or call your friend today and my love to the Nutbrown family. Even though Susan’s song has ended, her melody lingers on in my heart today and forever.

Peter McCallum — From Brown and Wylie Mill Employee to The King of Mack’s No Rub Laundry Soap

Peter McCallum — From Brown and Wylie Mill Employee to The King of Mack’s No Rub Laundry Soap

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The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
21 Nov 1936, Sat  •  Page 21

Peter McCallum was born in the township of Goulburn in 1859, a son of James McCallum and Esther MacKay, Scottish pioneer settlers. After serving an apprenticeship with the Brown Flour Mills of Carleton Place. He came to Almonte and the following year was married to the former Jane Moore McNeely of Appleton, a daughter of the late Mr. and Mrs. Thomas McNeely.

Almonte in those days was a thriving textile town and as might be expected Mr. McCallum took up this work, serving for a time as foreman in the shawl factory of William Wylie and continuing for a number of years as an employee in that plant after it had been purchased by the late James Wylie and converted into a flannel mill.


The Ottawa Journal
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
16 Jul 1952, Wed  •  Page 8

One department over which McCallum had control over at Wylie’s Mill was the dyeing and scouring of the woollens and it was there he conceived the idea of making a soap in tablet form designed to lessen the labor of wash day. After a considerable period of service in the textile plants, Mr. McCallum felt the urge to strike out for himself in a business of his own. He had secured a formula for making a new kind of laundry soap that was particularly effective as a water softener and after working on the idea for some time and improving it in various ways, he started to market his product.  In a crude way he sought to develop those ideas, evolution brought improvement and the result was the widely-used “No-Rub” products that found a market a market in all parts of Canada.

From a small beginning the business developed by leaps and bounds. Mr. McCallum’s son, John D., became associated with him and as time passed new lines of soap making were added and the requisite machinery installed. A lover of fine scenery he did much to improve the appearance of the town in various places. He was prime mover in constructing two miniature parks affording a fine view of the falls, one of which was completed only a week or so before his death.

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The Ottawa Journal
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
06 Sep 1950, Wed  •  Page 23

November 12 1936–Almonte Gazette

Mr. McCallum Reported To Be Making Good Progress In Hospital. People of Almonte and district will be glad to learn that Mayor Peter McCallum, who underwent an operation at the Civic Hospital, Ottawa, Saturday morning, is progressing favorably. Mr. McCallum went to the Ottawa hospital about two weeks ago to undergo treatment and after he had been under observation for some time an operation was deemed necessary. In the absence of the Mayor, Reeve W. W. Watchorn returned from the November session of Lanark County Council to preside at the last regular meeting of Almonte Council, Tuesday night. 


Mack’s No-Rub, Cake….5 cents each-Almonte is also the modest source of Mack’s No Rub, washday friend of many a thrifty Canadian housewife. Who’s “Mac?” He’s John D. MacCallum who could tell you some interesting facts about the town’s popular lawn bowling green. Almonte is proud of its efficient house of mercy, the Rosamond Memorial Hospital, endowed long ago by the famous miller and members of his family, the latest gift coming from Mrs. Alex Rosamond.



The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
21 Nov 1936, Sat  •  Page 10



The Ottawa Journal
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
23 Nov 1936, Mon  •  Page 3



The Ottawa Journal
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
23 Nov 1936, Mon  •  Page 3


Their house was built in 1916 by Peter McCallum, a local businessman and local politician, serving Almonte as Chairman of the Roads and Bridges Committee during the 1920s and as Mayor of Almonte from 1931 to 1932 and from 1934 to 1936. Peter McCallum founded a company in Almonte known as Mack’s Laundry Specialty Company in 1908 and which became famous across the country from Halifax to Vancouver for its handmade laundry flakes and bars. They were known simply as “Mack’s Non-Rub”. The products were especially well known in Western Canada and in the supermarkets of the time; Loblaws, the A&P and Dominion stores all had standing orders for their Western stores. The factory and offices stood on Edward Street on a piece of land that ran between Water and Reserve Streets. The business closed when chemical bleaches and detergents were introduced. Peter McCallum moved to a smaller house on Country Street in 1937 and died a few months later. The house remained in the McCallum family, occupied by his son, John Duncan McCallum and his wife Madeleine until 1963. 

Mr. McCallum, who came from Carleton Place and his wife, Jane Moore McNeely of Appleton, acquired the property in 1916 and built on it the same year. Originally a much larger lot, successive sales and grants for other building lots have reduced the property to its current size of approximately 0.29 hectares (0.73 acres). The house sits well back from the street and contains mature evergreen and deciduous trees. The house is located towards the northeast corner of the lot, providing for lawns and garden to the south and west. On Country Street the boundary consists of an iron fence with stone gate posts and a cedar hedge.  From Mississippi Mills—

Karen Hirst— Was McCallum Soap Factory—side street off of Water Street was then called Edward Street, now McCallum Street. Maybe there was another soap factory on Water Street? No, McCallum Street off of Water Street. Was Edward when the soap factory was there but now McCallum—across from Agricultural grounds

During the Dirty 30’s in Oungre Saskatchewan, my father John Kerry recalls that Grandma Kerry used a ‘ No Rub Soap,’ that when used with their prairie alkaline water was the only soap to make a suds. Needless to say it was Grandma’s soap of choice! — the soap was ‘MacCallum Soap from the McCallum Soap Factory’.

Dad of course had no inkling at the time that the McCallum Soap Factory was located on McCallum Street,  just across the street from a future investment of his, in a little town called Almonte.

Barbara Joan Cook Karen Hirst I am sure you are right – I remember it being a rectangular building – black wood and it did not face onto Water – just one side of it. And oh …. the smells some days. I can remember holding my breath as I walked past it – good practice for those underwater swims.

More History on the Almonte Knitting Mills — Wylie Milling Company

Almonte in the 1950s

I will Wash Your Mouth Out with Soap!

What the Heck was Electric Soap? Chatterton House Hotel Registrar

As the World Turns in Carleton Place — Soap and Ground Beef

Who was Cody the Kid in Carleton Place? — Soap Box Memories


Mike Muldowan Obituary — I don’t make money, I just make chips’ —- Clippings

Mike Muldowan Obituary — I don’t make money, I just make chips’ —- Clippings

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In Memory of Mike Moldowan — The Man Behind the Fries

The Moldowans —- Mary Cook News Archives 1982

Historic chip wagon owner will not be compensated by town

Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy — Or Mike Muldowan’s Fries

1963 Rule of Thumb for a Strong Physique — Straight Outta Carleton Place High School

The Day Mike Muldowan’s House Burnt Down

Documenting Franktown Road Before it Changes

Lottie Barr’s Chips Almonte –Thanks to Allan Stanley

Chip Trucks We Have Known


A Few Memories of Blaine Cornell

A Few Memories of Blaine Cornell

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When Blaine Cornell passed away yesterday on January 16th, 2020 it was a shock to us all. Blaine was a gate keeper to Carleton Place history as his family was a prominent force in our community. He kept it alive not only on local heritage boards but in thought. He was full of stories, and he loved to tell them. We would both lament that the newer generations were not very good at storytelling when compared to the generations before us.  Talking about our past arguably is the thing that makes us human and teaches us right from wrong, and most importantly teaches us our history. Blaine will be missed as a father, grandfather, friend and an important community member. We miss him already. My love to the Cornell family and his sister Sheila McCallum.

Linda Seccaspina


Ken Godfrey

Hi Linda,

Way back when (High School Days) I recall Blaine coming in to the Carleton Lunch (next to the Roxy Movie Theatre) and ordering his usual – which was a hamburger and Coke – and then we would sit for what seemed like hours talking about all and sundry. By the way, this would be on Saturdays (we were not playing hookey from school), and Blaine’s hamburger would have been made by Ed Giffin, a mutual school friend, and short-order cook for the Carleton Lunch, which Ed’s father John Giffin owned. We all had nick-names at that time, and Blaine was known as “Herb”, which was his father’s name, who was also our Chief of Police for many years.

As you probably know, in later years, Blaine was an accomplished self-taught artist and created many wonderful paintings, (many of which he gave away), not to mention his singing with the Town Singers, and involvement with the Beckwith School Museum. He will also be remembered for his boyish grin, and his dry sense of humour.

Ken Godfrey


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Rob Probert

Blaine had a long history in Carleton Place. Certainly as the son of the Chief of Police, Herb, he had a front row seat to many stories and events here.  His own career was well supported by that family history.

Blaine  was a keen supporter of our community heritage serving in recent years on several heritage committees and we all know of his quiet wit.  Blaine loved his painting hobby. It is sad to lose him and he will be missed. Rob Probert



This cool group took over the steps of the Bank of Nova Scotia in 1959!
Pictured are Blaine Cornell, Gary McLellan, Weldon Armour seated, Dave Gordon, Dale Costello, Bob Bigras, Gerald Griffith, Ray Paquette and Gordon Bassett.- Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum


Jennifer Fenwick Irwin

Blaine Cornell was the best storyteller! Listening to him, it seemed he lived in every neighbourhood in Carleton Place, dated every girl at CPHS, and had a hand in any shenanigans that happened on Bridge Street. I’ll forever be grateful for his generosity with his time and facts and jokes. Blaine donated many items belonging to his father, Police Chief Herb Cornell to the museum’s collection, but was still searching for the elusive cap…. I’ll miss him dreadfully. Jennifer Fenwick Irwin



Blaine Cornell and Dale Costello in the front row – Carleton Place Canadian April 24th 1958 from Photos from the Wanda Morrison- Joan Kehoe Collection-See another photo- click-Some of the Carleton Place Local Lads- Flynn Costello and Cornell



CPHS Football team… Thanks Joann Voyce

Peter Bradley Taken by Bob Drader, we both took a lot of photos then for Mr Palmateer the coach.


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Dale Costello

Blaine was my best growing up buds. Played hockey and played drums together in high school, just did so many things together. I’m shocked and stunned by this sad news. RIP Blaine, and thanks so much for the great memories we shared. Blaine and I were like brothers, and I am completely shocked by this news. At our reunions we shared so many stories from the 50’s. My Bud forever.

Dale Costello


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Blaine and Boyne Lewis



In memory of Blaine –Thanks Joann Voyce

Ray Paquette

Spent many a summer evening with Blaine who will always live on in my memories…😢

Ray Paquette


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Joann Voyce

Just last summer I got one of Blaine’s paintings at our class of 59 annual reunion. In our wilder days, Blaine was the bouncer between us and the Chief of Police. When we partied too hard, he would receive a call from his dad to settle us down before his dad would have to do it himself. Of course we obeyed instantly. LOL –Joann Voyce


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Some of the stories Blaine told me or helped me with:

Leslie Building (across from the Post Office)  Blaine Cornell told me the entire back (east) side of the building suddenly collapsed in 1953 and an overpowering smell of formaldehyde wafted through the town. Buildings all along Beckwith Street were evacuated, including the Bell Telephone exchange at the corner of Albert Street – the only time in their history they stopped work! It seems that the embalming fluid had been slowly leaking down the back wall, eating away the mortar and stone, until the entire wall collapsed. Could it have been young Emma who was still  a ‘wet-user’  even in death? Was she still siphoning off the embalming fluid and forgetting to shut off the valve? After all, invincibility and forgetfulness are also common side effects of smoking the fluid — or was she just one overly happy phantom that was tub-thumping and no one was ever going to keep her down.

So Who Did Live at 107 John Street? Here is Your Answer….

He Fought the Law and the Law Won! Joseph Nadon of Carleton Place

The Scene of the Crime – It was 68 years ago today

The Carleton Place Men’s Choir and Douglas Halpenny — Linda’s Mailbag

Gold Mines and Disappearances





Ray Paquette A nice picture of Chief Cornell who’s personal touch set the tone for policing in Carleton Place for many years. He quietly, without a fuss, maintained law and order in Carleton Place for many years, first as a police Sargent and finally the Chief. The example and leadership he exhibited lasted long after his retirement.

Dale Costello Knew Herb Cornell, but not in a professional setting. And of course, son Blaine and I have been buds since kindergarden.

Was Maurice Cornell the Greatest Golfer in Carleton Place?


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One day Blaine and I sat in  the museum and talked about this picture and its surroundings for over an hour and a half LOL–Do you remember Carleton Place Police Force Constable Ray McIssac, or Police Chief Herb Cornell?  In the photo they are proudly standing in front of a newly acquired Ford police cruiser on Mill Street in 1960. Look how much Mill Street has changed!–Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum–


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Cornell, Blaine

Suddenly at home on Thursday January 16, 2020 at the age of 79.

Loving husband of Maggie of 45 years. Dear father of Sarah Cornell (Tony Dugdale) and Becky Cornell (Ryan Clark). Very proud grandfather of Chloe, Mia, Grace and Harrison. Dear uncle of Mike Robillard. Survived by his sister Sheila McCallum (Ross-deceased) and his brothers-in-law Greg Affleck (Nancy) and Brian Affleck (Edith).

Friends may support the family at the Alan R. Barker Funeral Home 19 McArthur Avenue, Carleton Place, on Sunday January 19, 2020 from 2-4 p.m. and 6-8 p.m. Funeral service Monday in the chapel at 11:00 a.m. Interment in the spring at Auld Kirk Cemetery.

For those who wish, a donation to the Carleton Place Hospital Foundation or the Gideons Society would be appreciated by the family.