There is no date however based on some of the content it appears to have been published sometime between 1905 – 1910. It measures approximately 6 1/2″ x 11″ with 64 pages It was published by THE CITY OF OTTAWA PUBLICITY DEPARTMENT Information and Photographs include:
Panoramic view of Parliament Hill and Rideau Locks
Every second or third Friday night for a number of years CHEZ-FM DJ Brian Murphy could be found in my store Flash Cadilac talking to me for hours. I will never understand how we became friends, as we were different as night and day. But there he was sitting on a stool next to my cash register, and we always had hours to chat about stuff. Both of us had a love of music, but no one knew more about music than Murph. I loved to tease him about his love affair with Dire Straits, and he would in turn constantly mention my extremely bad taste in music. But sometimes he would admit that some pop music wasn’t all that bad. I wonder what he would have thought of BTS. Murph, I’m going to ask you that when I hopefully got up into rock and roll heaven, unless Hell is Gothic, and well, you know, I might enjoy that.
Brian was never there to shop, and seldom took interest in my customers (even the sexy ones) unless they mentioned music. I always had a Diet Coke or two for him, as he got thirsty discussing life, and sometimes he overwhelmed me with his knowledge. You could never have a 15 minute conversation with the music genius–his musical thoughts came in volumes. He would talk endlessly about his record collection in his basement which was floor to ceiling, as well as covering the stairways and hallways. Brian, you would be happy to know (in later life) I married one of “your tribe” who had 7000 records to get rid of in Berkeley, California to move here to Canada. I know you would have told him what was more important in life LOL.
After Brian was let go amid the big CHEZ-FM shuffle I wondered what he was up to when I no longer saw him anymore. When I read his obituary I was devastated and angry at myself for not reaching out to him and hoped to God his frog collection would be taken care of. He will always be the Sultan of Swing to me and so much more.
There isn’t a day that goes by that I wonder what Brian would have to say about a particular genre of music I’m playing. When he died CHEZ-FM posted the following on their website:
“Heaven has just welcomed its new music director.”
If tears could build a stairway,
And memories a lane.
I would walk right up to Heaven
And bring you back again.
The Brian Murphy Fund *Application and donation links found below* A Sub Fund of the Education Foundation of Ottawa and An Endowment Fund within the Community Foundation of Ottawa This award is in memory of Brian Murphy, host of CHEZ 106 “The Source” “Blues 106,” “Jazz 106” and other programs. He was known as one of Ottawa’s most original people. Brian will be remembered for his encyclopedic knowledge of musi
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This is Artcetera, speaking from the home of Brian Murphy, host of CHEZ’S The Source, Blues 106 and Jazz 106 programs on Sunday nights. The shows reflect Murphy’s eclectic tastes in music, a subject for which he is wildly enthusiastic. He’s also a champion talker. Let’s listen in.) Now I’m going to get myself in real serious trouble with what one friend calls the jazz ayatol-lahs, and another friend calls the jazz weasels. Because really what jazz is, even though it has become in a sense an art form ta-dah ta-dah, is pop music. MOZART WROTE POP MUSIC, or adapted pop music. And nothing makes me angrier than the jazz ayatollahs or the jazz weasels, or the BLUES ayatollas or the BLUES weasels, people who are so structured in their musical taste.
. . . I’ve always gotten from certain people in the Ottawa jazz scene the ayatollahs, the weasels the feeling that they really can’t take me seriously when it comes to jazz. Why? Because I like rock and roll. (It’s me again. We’re talking to Murphy because May 24 is his 50th birthday, and CHEZ is dedicating the day to his music, and also holding a birthday party for him at the Penguin. The radio station is broadcasting from his house that day, and they’ve asked him to pick 125 to 150 rock songs, and they will make up the playlist for the station that day.) I just took a page for every letter and as songs came into my mind I started going through them … So you got a list that starts A’s: Allman Brothers, Ramblin Man and Animals, House of the Rising Sun. B’s: The Band, The Weight, The Beach Boys, Good Vibrations, here’s a tough one, Beatles, I’ve got two, Am The Walrus and In My Life. And I’ve got Bonzo Dog in here, which will probably come out, and this particular song means a lot to me: Urban Spaceman . . . (Music magazines spill on the floors of Brian Murphy’s house.
There’s barely room on the kitchen table for the breakfast he eats at 4 p.m. he doesn’t go to sleep until 8 or 9 a.m. He collects things in the shape of frogs, and frogs spill along the shelves of his living room in ceramic and plastic and wood. A frog quilt spills off his bed. CDs spill out on top of the thou sands of albums kept in the boxes in his basement. Books spill on his desk. Words spill out of Brian Murphy.) First of all, above all, I’m an entertainer. I’ve got to make people feel good. That doesn’t mean that occasionally I can’t stop and make them think about something or make them angry about something that makes me angry. But at the same time as I’m entertaining, I’m kind of teaching. I’m taking all of this lore, all of this knowledge, all of this listening, and sifting them through this particular body and mind, and what comes out is some kind of synthesis of all this stuff. (May 24 is also the 50th birthday of Bob Dylan.
Above Murphy’s basement sanctuary, where he goes to turn on a record and read some science fiction and think about the connections that run through music, above that sanctuary is a sign: ‘The Most Famous Album Never Released: Bob Dylan & The Band The Basement Tapes.’ Basement. Tapes. Connections.) Dylan was the wordsmith. Dylan was the man, the person who opened the words up for everybody. In a sense, Bob Dylan made poetry acceptable to the masses. What a horrible way to have to put it. (Murphy rocks from leg to leg, from subject to subject. He loves music of all kinds, he hates people who put it into pigeonholes, he wants people to understand . . . There are only kinds of music another line I’m going to steal and it’s been attributed to Kurt Weill and it’s also been attributed to Igor Stavinsky there are two kinds of music, good music and bad music.
Take your pick. . to understand something called Sturgeon’s Law, a law that says that 90 per cent of everything is trash. Mur phy’s Corollary puts Brian Murphy that at 95 per cent. So you shouldn’t be surprised … – -J Pop music is banal and all of those things, but! lot of it more than you realize is great music. It can move you. “I’d be surprised if a lot of pop music is bad- ‘ A lot of everything is bad. But when it’s good; -” we just ask Brian Murphy.) . Part of what I try to do is I go through life trying to find these perfect records. To me the ultimate compliment about a piece of music, no matter what its genre, is it makes you feel good to be alive.
What was it like to die of Diphtheria in those days? One of every ten children infected died from this disease sometimes called “Boulogne sore throat”. Symptoms ranged from severe sore throat to suffocation due to a ‘false membrane’ covering the larynx. Until treatment became widely available in the 1920s, the public viewed this disease as a death sentence.
Diphtheria vaccination first appeared in the 1890s, but only became widely used in the 1920s. During this interval medical scientists labored to create a safe and effective vaccine. Antitoxin introduced in 1890 provided immunity for only two weeks. Six years later, the toxin-antitoxin mixture came into general use, providing life-long immunity. Doctors used horses to generate this antitoxin serum. Thirty years after diphtheria antitoxin first became available, Béla Schick introduced the Schick test, a cutaneous test showing if a person needed immunization. This allowed for the use of toxin-antitoxin to become widespread.
The toxin-antitoxin mixture, for all its promise, posed significant risks because it involved injecting live toxin. In 1924, Gaston Ramon developed the toxoid, a neutralized form of the toxin that would still impart permanent immunity. The toxoid-antitoxin mixtures eventually developed into the TDAP vaccine that is still in use today.
One way to help patients was removing pseudomembranes from throat by sucking through a tube or pipe. This procedure could lead to occupationally acquired infection, as seen in cases from the 1900th century presented here.
In 1860s, a child was brought to a local infirmary where Professor Syme had first performed tracheostomy. However, the ‘poisonous stuff had accumulated so much’, the child died. In 1890, it was discovered that serum made from the blood of immunized animals contained an “antitoxin” which, when injected, cured patients suffering from diphtheria.
Today, the building is abandoned by the living – but certainly not the dead! Considered a paranormal hotspot by ghost-hunting experts, there are many stories of disembodied children’s voices crying, sounds of clanging and abuse, not to mention the spirits of angry nuns and a fearful young mother. Click here
Everyone talked about a Lover’s Lane when I was in High School, yet I never saw one. People giggled and whispered about parking lots or secluded rural areas to places with extraordinary views of a cityscape or other features. But, I only read about them in books. Hmm, maybe an old boyfriend did pull his MG Midget over on back Brome Lake Road, but that road was well travelled and all I could think about was a huge cliff of sand falling over on the car and killing us. It kind of took the romance away.
But this week I learned all about Lover’s Walk in Ottawa. I knew things do get busy in Major Hills Park, but never knew much about this except the headlines of someone tragically getting hurt there.
In 1902 Ottawa had made every provision for her young people. There was a circular path between the parliament building grounds and the canal which was called The Lovers’ Walk. It was a secluded beautiful place. In summer it was charming and the sunsets seen from there are beautiful, and only those after whom the walk named are there to see nothing else but the golden sunsets, the flowing river and the pine trees, they are to be encouraged in their evening walks.
Fortunately that delightful path Is not for the young people only. Soon it will be taken advantage of by lovers of nature. whether young or old. Those who have been confined in offices all day and who find a pleasure in the pathless wood, A rapture on the lonely shore. Society, where none intrude by the deep sea and music in us roar will soon be free to enjoy all the beauty of nature that can be seen from this secluded pathway.
In nature, distance does not always lend enchantment to the view. The mountains In the distance wouid be better enjoyed if one could explore them, and the falls, one could listen to the music of its flowing waters, but all cannot find either time or money to do so. A quiet walk at eventide along this circular pathway, enjoying th beautiful sun sets, is a delight within the reach of all Ottawans.
Pathway Crumbling-1949 – The pathway hammered, out the caulked boots of the voyageurs and lumberjacks of Bytown and before them by the moccasion feet of the Upper Ottawa tribes is being allowed bit by bit to slip and slither down the cliffside into the river. Every now and then, from the sagging concrete underpinning, large chunks go staggering downhill to hit the water with a sullen, complaining splash. With every piece that hits rhe water goes a bit of Canada’s past.
Lovers Walk is to remain boarded and barricaded to Parlamentarians and to more simple folk alike. The old walk, the Works Department believed, was ”unsafe not in the more romantic sense of a few years’ ago; but unsafe in terms of concrete and stone and a sagging cliffside. In a day of more romantic and possibly more athletic Ministers of the Crown, Sir John A. MacDonald’s Works Minister William Macdougall had scrambled down the cliffside to inspect a ventilator butlet from, the old Parliament Buildings.
That dour Scot had felt the tug of history at his heart when he found his feet on the pathway of river-drivers a shortcut from their Chaudiere Falls landing place to their homes in Lower Town. William Macdougall had ordered the pathway buttressed by stone and concrete, and made safe by iron railings. At a time when Parliament Hill was a tangle of wild wood and shrubbery, it would serve as a pleasant promenade for senators. It wasn’t long before the elderly members of the Senate found competition heavy from local gallants and their ladies for use of the walk. Statesmanship lost out, and romance won when Lovers’ Walk reached the height of its courting popularity during World War I. Many an Ottawa couple grandparents now had plighted their troth on the ree-shadowed riverside pathway. Now the Ottawa river is waiting to receive, Lovers’ Walk.
Today in Ottawa Lovers Walk Stirs Nostalgia of An Ottawa of Bygone Days
The historic Lovers Walk doned only after the building a quarter-mile sidehill semicircle went up in flames running about 60 feet below the cliff top of Parliament Hill. The block was still in adorned with honeysuckle, lilac and other flowering shrub. Lovers Walk was once a choice spot to loaf on a bench out of the noonday sun or for a stroll on a hot July evening. Its cinder path knew the tread of Sir John A. Macdonald, of Sir Wilfrid Laurier, Sir Robert Borden, Mackenzie King and many other greats of bygone days.
An M.P. who some day may follow in the steps of these former chiefs of state recalls that the first time he kissed a girl was on a walk down this Parliament Hill path on a boyhood visit to the capital. Today the erstwhile lovely pathway is a desolate ruin of crumbling masonry, rusted and broken iron guard-rails and rotten wnoden shoring, for more than two decades closed to the public. At certain points, the former path is completely grown over with shrubs and high weeds. Gone are the cinders that overlaid. In their place is a unfortunate who fell into one narrow and hazardous trail, and was drowned, slippery from summer rains. Even this trail at spots are wiped out where the Mackenzie King earth has fallen below, or done by– by erosion.
Lover’s Walk has become a ghost trail and along its unlovely wilderness is rubbish empty wine bottles, cans, fragments of a womans shoe, and newspapers. A few burnt matches don again and short home-made cigarette butts.Today, most of the entrances were strewn beyond the papers, jarred with heavy pointed fencing sollow the dangerous pathway. Most of them half-rotted by exposure.
Lovers Walk is now nothing but a memory of the Ottawa of the old Centre Block of the Parliment Buildings, which was destroyed by fire in 1916. In 1915 the authorities realized that a determined German agent could cut the iron bars at the entrance of one of these tunnels either with cold chisel or hack. In the twenties it was becoming a public problem for two reasons: It was difficult and costly to keep up. Built in a belt around a hill which sloped from 45 to was subject to landslips and rock falls and it came more and more frequented by undesirables.
The latter factor was most evident in the dark days of the thirties. A jungle of driftwood, old tar-paper and tin-patched shacks came into being on the river bank, some 150 feet below its western entrance, and unshaven drifters lurked around and near the walk. At the eastern end, in the underbrush close to the Chateau Laurier locks, was the haunt of a rubby-dub gang, which would burst into wild shouts and screams after a bout of denatured alcohol and wine. Two fatalities have been reported on or near “Lovers Walk. One man fell off the walk. It is said that former Prime Minister King was inclined to keep it open.
Brian NortonAnd you got to see feral cats, at least in the 1970s.
Blair StannardThe final feline residents were all found homes, when the shelter was dismantled. They still have a Facebook page.
Bob O’Connellyes – it was quite an event going there after dinner in the late 1990s and early 2000s to feed the cats – but also pigeons, groundhogs – an older gentleman had the pigeons eating out of his hands – he showed the kids how to do it – the odd raccoon would show up to be fed – there was always the regular people who seemed to be there every night – the tourists from other countries were entertained by all of this – my youngest son and I were part of the regular visitors – we went several times a week
I always had a bag of shelled peanuts in my car – the pigeons, groundhogs and raccoons loved them – I learned that from Gerry Power, a older man who was there nightly from early evening to dusk and who taught the kids what to do to attract the birds and animals
Al GirouardOnce a month, in late 90’s, my wife & I would bring a bag of cat food to their care taker behind center block.
Ottawa had its own feral cat colony on Parliament Hill. Although the members of this colony have been neutered, have shelter, and are fed, their life was one step above mere subsistence. They must protect their territory by fighting other strays, but remain vulnerable to disease and harsh weather conditions, are hunted by dogs, and are threatened by other animals and humans alike.
By Robert Sibley OTTAWA Parliament Hill’s cat sanctuary, an institution for decades, is gone, “disbanded” at the request of the volunteers who have been managing it, according to the federal Public Works department In its heyday, the sanctuary provided a home for more than two dozen felines. But spaying and neutering over the years has reduced the population to such an extent that as recently as a couple of weeks ago only four cats remained.
The decision was made to shut down the sanctuary and the few remaining and aging animals were adopted by volunteers. “There were kittens born here, the last ones probably 10 to 15 years ago,” Brian Caines, a former public servant who got involved in caring for the cats in the 1990s, said recently. “So now, we’re down to four.” Public Works announced the closure late last week. “The volunteers made the decision to close the sanctuary because of the age of the cats, their deteriorating health, and the prevent exposing them to predators and harsh outdoor conditions during the winter months.”
Parliament Hill cats were once prized as mousers, but by the mid-1950s the use of chemicals to control rodent infestations did the cats out of a job. However, employed or the cats would get angry if I missed a day not, they were about to abandon their parliamentary sinecure. But that created problems too many cats.
In the 1970s, volunteers began looking after the near-feral animals, providing food and shelter and, of course, plenty of TLC. A spay-and-neuter program was also introduced. Some of the volunteers became public figures, of sorts. The original guardian was Irene Desormeaux. When she died in 1987, Rene Chartrand stepped up and eventually became known as the Catman of Parliament Hill. Chartrand, a pensioner, could be seen summer and winter tending to the animals in the shelter behind the Centre Block building. “I’m not allowed to get sick. The cats would get angry if I missed a day,” the then-79-year-old Chartrand said an interview in 2000.
He retired from his task in 2008. Others came forward, too, both individuals and companies. One man, Maurice Golka, built two-storey, insulated shelters for the cats. Cat food manufacturers such as Ral-ston-Purina Canada donated bags of food. The Alta Vista animal hospital provided medical treatment Perhaps not surprisingly, the sanctuary became a favourite Ottawa tourist site. Busloads of Japanese tourists crowded around the site during the summer. It was posted on the federal government’s website. Even the National Capital Commission gave it a mention in its Discover-the-Hill brochure.
The wellness craze has deep roots. Beginning in the middle of the 19th century, the leisure class grew infatuated with a particular type of healthy getaway: the water cure. If you lived in Carleton Place or Almonte, chances are your doctor would have advised you to go visit the Dominion Springs for your aches and pains in the late 1800’s. Actually, there were two mineral springs in the area, and the Canadian Almanac made note of both of them in 1898. One was called the Dominion Springs and was located on the Dominion Springs Road just outside of Pakenham.It was also referred to as the Dominion Springs Sanatorium. The cost was ten dollars for ten baths.(There were lots of other things similar- read-My Name is Bernice — A Letter to a Daughter)
Diamond Park Mineral Water was world famous in its day, and it was located near Arnprior. Among the components in the water were salt and sulphur. and the water was said to have curative powers dealing with rheumatic problems, hangover headaches and an aid in flushing the kidneys. Diamond Park Springs was located on the edge of Pakenham Township in the late 1800s, but was flooded by Ontario Hydro when the dam was put in place at the head pond. At one point there was a 12-room hotel on site and proved to be a popular spa in its day. The plant was later sold to Sanitaris Ltd. who continued bottling water from their plant at the corner of John and William streets behind the current LCBO in Arnprior. Read- Where Were the Miracle Salt Springs in Pakenham? I Love a Challenge! or Interesting People –R. E. Irvine — The Story of a Bottle
Mineral Springs evolved out of a newfound enthusiasm for bathing— and it was strictly defined. Hydropathy was encompassed everything from a spell in the tub to highly regimented procedures supervised by water doctors with stopwatches.
Then there was Eastman Springs- About 11 miles from Ottawa on the Russell Road lived Alexander Hall, one of the first settlers in the vicinity of Eastman’s Springs. Mr. Hall went to that district with his parents in the year 1854. Mr. Hall was then only six years of age. William Hall, the father, had come from the North of Ireland some time in the late 1830s, had worked first up the Gatineau, chiefly in Cantley, and later had worked in the McKay flour mills in New Edinburgh.
It was from New Edinburgh that the Hall family went out to the Eastman’s Springs district. Mrs. Hall had been Margaret Smith a Cantley girl. If it had not been for the roads which the lumbermen had built for their own purposes, they could not have reached their new home. As it was, they had to travel part of the way on the Ice of “The Brook”. (Bear Brook)
The lumbermen’s roads largely followed the ridge of high ground that rose south of the brook. As the early settlers could not travel on the swampy land through where Russell Road now runs they had to use the lumbermen deserted roads. Mr. Hall had experience of the mineral springs when they were in a state of nature and long before Dan Eastman had put them on the map. There was one main spring which had a habit of periodically bubbling, as though some internal force was pushing the water.
On such occasions, say half an hour apart, the water would bubble a full foot above the ground level. Whenever this spring bubbled, there was an emanation of gas of some sort, which could be ignited by anyone who had a match handy. Mr. Hall, when a small boy, often ignited these emanations. The gas would burn brightly as long as the bubbling continued. The hole from which the water and gas bubbled was about two feet in diameter.
An interesting fact about the early days of the springs was that when Mr. Hall saw them first the ground around the main spring was padded down by the feet of deer and other wild animals which came there to drink. Deer trails led to the spring from various directions. Mr. Hall said that in the 1850s the country around Eastman’s Springs was thick with deer. Many of the deer fell victim to the packs of wolves which used to roam the country.
Eastman’s Springs near Canada’s Ottawa was first known as Boyd’s Mills, after the proprietor of the local mill on the Bear Brook, first to process white pine lumber, later a grain mill when the land was cleared in the early 19th century and wheat farming began, later as Eastman’s Springs, for Danny Eastman, who built the first inn to lodge travelers.
In 1870, businessmen including future Ottawa mayor C.W. Bangs formed and was part owner of the Dominion Springs Company to build a spa-hotel, offering as a recreational and medical benefit the highly mineralized water found in most local areas. “Hydropathy” Could Cure Everything from Burping to Cancer.
Family farms and the big hotels helped the communities grow in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, but Carlsbad Springs’ boom as a resort ended in the Great Depression of the 1930s, and by World War II, the resort and spa business dwindled. Most of the surrounding land was small dairy or chicken farms (up to 200 acres).
Most of the mineral springs in the area fell into a state of prolonged decline in the 20th century. The trains stopped running; the visitors stopped arriving; the grand hotels closed, collapsed, or burned. perceived medical value of hydropathy dropped after the discovery of penicillin and the polio vaccine. But there were other factors at work, too. Bathing, like other old-time leisure pursuits, simply wasn’t cool anymore.
Peter J. James…The replacement hotel was finally knocked down, after many years of neglect, about 15 years ago or so. I don’t know about in 1876, but in modern times the mosquitoes make being outside prohibitive. The replacement hotel was finally knocked down, after many years of neglect, about 15 years ago or so. I don’t know about in 1876, but in modern times the mosquitoes make being outside prohibitive.
Jaan KolkIt is long gone. The Gloucester Historical Society identifies the above an 1876 photo of the Dominion House at Carlsbad Springs (then known as Eastman’s Springs.) It was destroyed by fire and replaced.
In 1868-The Ottawa Agricultural Society acquires 19 acres of land east of Bank Street and adjacent the Rideau Canal for the purpose of a fairground.The fields used for the Exhibition are later turned into a permanent park. Many citizens question the location of the park so far out in the country. Ottawa at the time does not extend much beyond Bank Street and Maria Street (later Laurier Ave. West). Southwards, Bank Street is little more than a trail with fields on either side, but there is a toll gate where McLeod Street now intersects Bank Street. A three-plank boardwalk runs down one side, but comes to an end near McLeod Street. It seems that the bears went away after that and only were mentioned when the famous beloved wrestling bear Terrible Ted came to the Civic Centre.
Ron McConnellThe land was granted to the Society by my ancestors, the Williams family, who owned most of the property on both sides of the canal at the time. The condition was that an “Agricultural Fair” be held there at least once a year. When the City of Ottawa decided to move the Exhibition out to Rideau Carleton and discontinue the annual fair, they weren’t aware of the condition. Needless to say, there was a lot of backroom dealing happening for a number of months to get out of the agreement.-
There were lots of musicians that signed the Wall of Shame in my store Flash Cadilac, and I think I have a story about each one of them. But the person I remember most and miss was the eccentric but incredibly talented musician Nash the Slash.
In 1978 my friends Bernie and Marion brought me to the now late legendary Black Swan on Rideau Street in Ottawa. I had no idea what I was about to see, but I was promised a real treat. I remember I had on a huge Victorian ruffle style coat with a Snow White collar made out of white PVC. Bernie remarked that I had chosen the right outfit for the concert and I had no clue what he meant until the curtain went up. The whole stage was decorated in white shiny PVC vinyl like my coat and I was on the edge of my seat in anticipation.
All of a sudden a man looking much like The Invisible Man in a white tuxedo and top hat graced the stage. As soon as the first notes of his electric mandolin pierced the air I was hooked and in love with his originality. His name was Nash the Slash and he began as a solo artist in 1975 and then founded the band FM. He plays an electric mandolin and violin but also plays keyboards and the glockenspiel. His music moved me so much I had goosebumps up and down my arms for the whole show.
I wrote him a letter after the concert and asked him if he would visit my store the next time he was in town to sign autographs. Sure enough he had someone contact me that he would indeed grace my store and would like to cut up a side of beef with a chainsaw in my store window. Linda being Linda thought this would be the performance art gig of the century.
Let’s remember James Jeffrey “Jeff” Plewman (March 26, 1948 – May 10, 2014), better known by his stage name Nash the Slash.
11m · Linda, the last newspaper listing I see for the Black Swan (275 Rideau) is May 25, 1979. It became Arnold’s in July of that year, and the last lsting I see for Arnold’s is July 1984. The 1991 layer at GeoOttawa shows a very large excavation at that location. From the Journal, July 11, 1980:
The Wall of Shame — Flash Cadilac Rideau Street Ottawa
Behind the cash register at Flash Cadilac lay the notorious Wall of Shame. There taped to the wall were 100’s of words of wisdom, and autographed photos from the “famous, and not so famous”. What no one knows is the creation of the wall began as a joke.It was a dark Montreal smoke-filled bar on Mountain Street. Idolizing Leonard Cohen, I quoted his poetry to anyone that would listen. It was the 60’s, minds were changing, and I still considered myself part of someone’s, okay, anyone’s, Beat Generation.
Years later, on my way to a Heavy Metal Convention in Los Angeles,to do a remote for CKCU and 54 Rock my friend Andrew Searle and I spotted a few celebrities on board. Cohen himself was on our flight to Los Angeles with his much younger girlfriend Rebecca De Mornay. When the plane landed, we pushed our way to the front to get a glimpse of him. I remember taking his hand while we both stood by the baggage turnstile, and gushed like a smitten teenager. Completely ignoring Christopher Plummer on the other side, I told him about my never ending love for him. He smiled, in that Leonard Cohen sort of way and said softly, “My dear the years have been kind to you”. Leonard then autographed one of my manila envelopes, and when I returned to Ottawa
I cut out his autograph from the envelope and taped it to the wall. I turned, and jokingly said to my staff: “Can you believe that man is dating someone years younger than all of us?”
Now, that’s a damn shame!”And so, “The Wall of Shame” was born. My Nash the Slash autographed album was part of it.
Victoria Lidia IlgacsWorked there as a cocktail waitress from what it open to closure. Made about a 100 bucks on a good night. Sharon Nate, Daughter of the owner of Nate’s delicatessen, managed the place. Saw Heart there as a bar band, Minglewood, Rough Trade, Dominic Troianno, Goddo, Dave Wilcox, The Action, Larkspur, Downchild Nlues Band, Nash the Slash, April Wine, etc. Got punched out by a couple of Satan’s Choice chicks one night. Was eventually shut down when the Choice overtook the place.
Journal interview by Christopher Cobb
Sometimes we tend to forget that , most of -today’s rock superstars started their careers in small bars, light years away from the massive arenas that. most are now associated with. Somewhere in the dim and distant past, bands like the Rolling Stones, The Who, Pink Floyd and-hosts of others were swinging their guitars in holes in the wall, struggling to make a living. Public- health regulations wouldn’t allow many of those dives to even open their doors nowadays, but still, there continues to be a need for such places platforms for young bands to work and grow”, from.
For the past couple of- years, Ottawa’s Black Swan has been filling the gap in this city. Bands playing at the former Rideau Street garage, are invariably a cut above those usually found at high school dances, yet not of the stature to be playing big concerts, even as an opening act. The Swan with its capacity of 220, is a place for showcasing upcoming acts.
Some of them die early deaths and others go on to greater things. Either way, they rarely return once the listening public has made its decision. For travelling bands, the old bar is a place of discovery or a stage in development, and for its audience a place to go and check out the new stuff.
Sal Khan, owner of the Black Swan, (Squires and the Commercial Tavern), hasn’t had too many money losing weeks since he opened the bar a couple of years ago. Which proves something. . . . “During the past couple of years, Ottawa audiences have matured considerably,” says Khan. “At one time you could put any band In the club and you’d fill it every night. Now it’s a different story. The audiences now are particular about what they hear and knowledgeable about the music.
Some bands we hire die an early death, but they usually deserve to. Monday nights at the Swan are always free and as such usually the most popular. The success of Tuesday onwards often depends on the reports spread around by the Monday crowd. Khan hires lots of Canadian bands who are on the regional bar circuit. He wants to provide an outlet for Canadian talent but at the same time is concerned about new restrictive immigration laws which are making It difficult for foreign artists of a certain level to get into the country.
“Many club owners are worried about this,” he says. “Immigration officials are tending to consult the musicians unions and automatically the unions are saying that there are Canadians around capable of doing the job. “What these people don’t realize is that you often need a certain number, of foreign artists to keep bars alive for the Canadians to grow in. To deny a foreign artist a work permit just because he or she is a foreigner is nonsense.” Despite awkward Immigration policies, the financial and musicial future of The Black Swan looks bright enough for improvement and expansion: And if Canadian music ever becomes a world force, the dingier, unglamorous establishments like the Swan can probably take a lot of the credit.
In 1978 my brother Dale was manager of the black swan and the squires and the Nozzle. Sal Khans general manager. My brother Donn was manager at the Vendome for a few years. Dale ran the swan and the squires and Nozzle as well as the commercial at one time. Sal Khan owned a few bars. My brother Dwight bought the old wizard pub on bank street and made it the bankbridge arms until he sold it to the barleymow guy. Danny Delahunt
Jamie DunlopSpent too many nights at the Swan in my youth. Nash the Slash, Cornstalk,Songship, Rough Trade, even Heart managed to get mis- booked and had to play a weekend there while their first major hit album was breaking. I know Vicki Ilgacs well and handed over wads of cash to her in return for beer. It always amazes me that at the time you could afford an apartment and go out to these dives a few times a week while working a single job. Good times.
Sue JarvisGreat nights there in my day when Eugene Smith & the Warm-up band played.
I write about community and the history these folks gave us. Sometimes great little stories pop up while you are researching. I was doing a typical geneaology page for the Darou’s and Dunlops who had Darou’s Bakery on Bridge Street in Carleton Place when I came up with Minnie the Hooker’s story. Everyone needs to be remembered so now Minnie is with great joy and happiness.
Where was Darou’s?
Ray PaquetteBeginning at the bottom of Bridge Street in Carleton Place, on the west side: the Texaco station, the Salvation Army Citadel, Levines, Hick’s Grocery, Charlie Jay Shoe Repair, Mae Mulvey’s Candy Shop. Central Grill, Galvin’s Men’s Wear, Carleton Grill ( and the Colonial Bus Lines stop), the Roxy Theatre, Harold Dowdall’s Barbersop, Denny Coyles Esso, Ned Root’s Shoe Repair, Stanzel’s Taxi, Dr. McDowell, Darou’s Bakery. Doucette Insurance, McAllister’s Bike Repair, Oona’s Applicances/Bob Flint TV, Hastie Bros Plumbing, Bruce McDonald Optometrist, Foote Photography, the public restrooms, the Queens Hotel, Woodcock’s Bakery, Lewis Reg’d Ladies Wear, Okilman’s, and Patterson’s Furniture. I probably forgot a business but I’m sure other readers can “fill in the blanks” or take exception to some of the names on the list. More to come when I crossover to the East side of bridge…
Nobody can accuse Minnie Dunlop of misspending her youth. Sure, she shoots pool a couple of times a week and may go dancing once or twice or play bingo. But after all, Minnie is almost 82 and times have changed. Minnie, who lives in a senior citizens’ high rise on MacLaren Street, looks quite comfortable with a pool cue in her hand. “C’mon baby, c’mon baby,” she says, urging the brown ball to its intended destination. “They call me Minnie the Hooker,” she says, and quickly adds an explanation: in snooker, you “hook” your opponents by leaving them without a shot. Not every ball makes it, of course. Snooker is a demanding game and Minnie didn’t take it up until last fall. “My oldest son is 53,” says Minnie, “and when he found out he said ‘Mother, don’t tell me. I never thought I’d live to see the day you’d be playing pool’.
The Dunlops operated Darou’s Bakery in Carleton Place until 1953 and lived across the street from a pool hall. If you read below her husband was also the mayor of Carleton Place at one point. ( Read-Tales From McCann’s Pool Room – Rob Probert) Minnie remembers hauling her sons home by the ear after rescuing them from the evils of pool-playing. Now she shoots in a seven-team house league and enjoys it immensely. “I like anything where there’s competition,” she says. “I bowled until this winter but it got too cold to go out. With pool, I can play right in the building.” With partner John Beaulieu, Minnie leads the other six mixed teams in the league, organized . by fellow-resident Maurice Trudeau, Ottawa’s senior citizen snooker champ last year. Next year, Trudeau hopes his league can play off with representatives from other seniors’ buildings. No doubt Minnie will be there.
Jamie DunlopThere were stories about how my dad and brothers and sister worked in the bakery when they were growing up. They delivered bread by horse and cart when they were kids. It was quite a shock to see Minnie on Facebook playing pool. I have the Citizen picture and article from when it came out in the 80s(?). She was no shrinking violet for sure. Thanks for the interest.
Diane JudgeMy Mom’s parents were Ida and Charles Darou, owned the dairy in Lanark, my grandmother Ida would order meat & food from there, and they delivered to the Darou home , next to the machine shop, which they owned as well.– read John A Darou 1905 Lanark Village
Janet LockyerI remember some Darou’s of Lanark, in the late 1960s, dad build a cottage on the Clyde river, near the bridge dump. Jim Darou and sons had a cottage down at the point and Jim and my dad sure managed to get into some fun situations.. Thanks for giving me these memories back, had a chuckle remembering. There was one time that my dad, from the city, went off with Jim Darou to get corn for a corn roast. Jim been the leader of this expeditation, said why pay for corn, he knew where they could get it for nothing. Off they go, hours later they return, muddy, dad pants were torn up and they are laughing away. Jim took dad to a farmer’s field, surrounded by barber wire of course. They climbed the wire got lots of “free” corn. We boiled it up, smothered it with butter and salt and nearly broke our teeth trying to eat it. Dad and Jim just laughed and laughed watching us trying to eat COW corn. There really is a difference between the corn, one for humans and one for cows.
Paul MilotteI remember it being called the Cow bridge as well. If memory serves me right it was used to let Cows cross the river as part of the old Plant farm. It was a huge dairy farm back in the day and the Darou family dairy business bought milk from them. The main building of the Plant farm is the old Caldwell mansion that is now a bead and breakfast. Anybody remember the Red barn behind the main house? I think the same family converted the the old mansion into a nursing home after the farming operation had stopped.-Primitive Bridges –Where was this Bridge?