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E. Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake) Poetess Town Hall Lanark November 4th 1904 — Documenting Aboriginal History

E. Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake) Poetess Town Hall Lanark November 4th 1904 — Documenting Aboriginal History
The Lanark Era
Lanark, Ontario, Canada
26 Oct 1904, Wed  •  Page 1

Documents in the LAC Collection that trace her life and times.
Born: March 10, 1861
Six Nations of the Grand River, Canada West

Died: March 7, 1913  
Vancouver, British Columbia

Great-grandfather:     Tekahionwake (Jacob Johnson)

Grandfather:    Chief Sakayengwaraton (John “Smoke” Johnson)

Grandmother:    Helen (Nellie) Martin

Father:    Onwanonsyshon (George Henry Martin Johnson)
Mother:    Emily Susanna Howells

Emily Pauline Johnson was the youngest of four children born to an Englishwoman, named Emily Susanna Howells, and Mohawk Chief Teyonhehkon, a descendant of Hiawatha and Dekanahwideh, the Peacemaker, and other leaders Pontiac and Tecumseh.

Pauline’s family blended and reflected two distinct cultural heritages: one being the customs, traditions, myths, legends and historical accounts of her Mohawk heritage from the Wolf, Bear and Turtle clans, and the other being her mother’s British background. 


The Lanark Era
Lanark, Ontario, Canada
26 Oct 1904, Wed  •  Page 1


Birth of Emily Pauline Johnson


After being tutored at home in the early years, Pauline attends Brantford Collegiate Institute. She appears in several plays in Brantford as a member of the Brant Amateurs. Following graduation, Pauline returns to her parents’ home.


Pauline’s father, Chief Teyonhehkon, dies. Mrs. Johnson and her daughters leave Chiefswood and move into rented quarters in Brantford, Ontario.

Between 1884 and 1886 Pauline succeeds in publishing four poems in Gems of Poetry, New York, and eight poems in the Week, Toronto.


Pauline is commissioned to write a poem “Ode to Brant” to mark the unveiling of the monument honouring Joseph Brant after the American Revolutionary War. A day after the reading, Pauline is interviewed by Garth Grafton of The Globe, Toronto.

As Pauline’s reputation grows from writing for magazines and newspapers, to publishing poetry, prose and short stories, to a performing, she begins to sign her work as both E. Pauline Johnson and Tekahionwake, the name of her great-grandfather, emphasizing her Mohawk identity and creating the “Indian princess” persona.


Two of Pauline’s poems are first published in Songs of the Great Dominion by W.D. Lighthall, Editor.


Pauline performs her poems “A Cry from an Indian Wife” and “As Red Men Die” at Frank Yeigh’s Canadian Literature Evening in Toronto. This begins her touring as a performance artist.


For the next 17 years, Pauline tours across Canada, Great Britain and the United States reciting her works. She captures the imaginations of her audiences, Canadians, Americans and British, in sold-out shows. During her tour of the Canadian west, Pauline meets suffragist and politician Nellie L. McClung in Manitoba.

Pauline’s works include: The White Wampum, London, 1895; Canadian Born, Toronto, 1903.  She is published in Boys World, 1906; Mothers Magazine 1907; “When George Was King” by the Brockville Times, 1908. Her articles on Native legends appear in the Vancouver Province in 1910, followed by the publications Legends of Vancouver, 1911 and Flint and Feather, Toronto, 1912.


Pauline’s mother Emily Susanna Howells dies, resulting in the loss of the Brantford family home.

The Lanark Era
Lanark, Ontario, Canada
26 Oct 1904, Wed  •  Page 1


Pauline’s performing partnership with Walter McRaye begins. It lasts until 1909.


Pauline visits London, England for the second time. She meets Squamish Chief Su-a-pu-luck (Joseph Capilano) and his delegation who were there to voice their protest against Edward VII’s hunting and fishing restrictions imposed on the First Nations of the British Columbia coast.


Pauline moves her home base from Winnipeg to Vancouver and gives up regular performances to concentrate on writing; she is diagnosed with breast cancer shortly after.


Pauline dies of breast cancer on March 7. At her request, she is buried in Vancouver’s Stanley Park within sight of Siwash Rock.


monument to Pauline Johnson is erected in Stanley Park, Vancouver, British Columbia.


A Canadian stamp to commemorate the centennial of Pauline’s birth.

The Windsor Star
Windsor, Ontario, Canada
11 Jul 1906, Wed  •  

The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
25 Nov 2016, Fri  •  Page 52

Who Was Miss Jessie Alexander ? Poetry Slams of the 1800s

Weird and Thrilling Concert in Carleton Place? The Fisk Jubilee Singers of Tennessee University

Mrs Jarley and her Waxworks Hits Lanark– and they call me strange:)

Mrs. Jarley’s Wax Works -Creepy Entertainment

The Human Seal or Polar Bear Comes to Carleton Place and Almonte

Sometimes You Win and Sometimes You Lose –The Great Peters

Killed by Lightening -or Death by Bear Devouring

Debunking a Postcard 1913 — Strange Ephemera

Bring in the Clowns–Really–Bring in the Clowns

Professor Vernon Hypnotist — Lanark County Favourite

The Day the Hypnotist Came to Carleton Place

Clippings and Comments about the Hydro Dam

The Penny Readings of Lanark County

Clippings of Leita Anderson

Clippings of Leita Anderson

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December 5 1977 -Leita Andison, retired school teacher and community worker, was honoured by the town Saturday night when council awarded her the Citizen of the Year plaque at the annual appreciation night held in the high school auditorium. Miss Andison has devoted 57 years in the Girl Guide movement and was one of the first guiders when the movement started here in 1920. She taught school from 1925 to 1965 and has been supply teaching for the past 12 years.

Andison has worked with the Cancer Society, Hospital Auxiliary, Canadian National Institute for the Blind. St. John Ambulance, Imperial Order Daughters of the Empire and the Women’s Institute. She has been a life-long member of the Anglican church, where she taught Sunday school, sang in the choir and was an Anglican Young Peoples Associated Youth Leader, and a member of the altar guild.

She has delighted many readers over the years with her written verse on residents and events throughout the community, and is considered a local historian with a vast knowledge of the town and its people. In his remarks, Mayor Ted Le-Maistre referred to Andison as a naturalist who spends much of her time as a conservationist and as an avid ecologist. He praised her for her continuing contribution to the well-being of the town.

Caldwell Wilson, fire chief of the Ocean Wave Volunteer Fire Company, was presented with an Outstanding Citizen Award from the IODE in recognition of his services in the community. The appreciation night dinner is held annually to publicly thank those who contribute freely of their time on all of the council-appointed boards and committees.


Norma Ford What a wonderful, strict, compassionate person Leita Andison was, will never forget her from my Girl Guide days.



A poem about Carambeck by Leita Anderson-



Photo thanks to Lucy Connelly Poaps and her scrapbook– Leita Anderson–

Leita Andison wrote poems about our area and published them in 1979. This one is about Mrs. Neilson on the Neilson farm on the Appleton side road. Evelyn Kettles was her daughter. Thanks to Joyce Tennant..

Happy Birthday to Mrs. Neilson by Leita Anderson —

Your friends of Beckwith Institute
Are thrilled Evelyn asked us out
To celebrate this day with you
And a sip of tea here too
When one can boast she’s 81
And think back over all the fun,
That’s filled her life– then she is one
Who knows that good work has been done
Now by a twinkle in her eye
You know she thinks of time gone by
When in Dumbarton, on the Clyde–She took a horse and buggy ride
So now your friends who’ve gathered here,
What you to know we hold you dear.
And with those roses bring our love
And pray his blessing from above.

September 14, 1971








This photo was taken in June of 1951. A teacher’s tea was held at Waves Inn on Franktown Road in honour of Mrs. Malloy who was retiring and Miss Cameron who was geting married.

Front Row (l-r): Margaret Galvin, Margaret Sturgeon, Iris Cameron, J.D. McAdam (Principal), Mary Malloy, Annie Anderson, Olive Robertson

Back Row (l-r): Dorothy Craig, Frances Churchill, Sadie Chamney, Janet Menzies, Hilda Cram, Alton Cassidy, Hector Dallamore (Music), Marray Kirkpatrick, Mary Cummings, Vivian Leach, Winnie McRostie, Verna Burnie, Stella McDiarmid, Leita Andison



*Photo-Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum

IN 1918 the principal of the High School was paid a salary of $1600 a year which in those days was a princely sum. The other members of his staff were Misses F. Ewing, Patricia McNeely and C. Morton. The same year R. J Robertson chief of the public school received $950 and his staff besides himself consisted of Misses M. Cornell, L. McLaren, M. Surgeon, A. Anderson, C. Mallinson, H. Casewell, M. McCallum, D. May, V. Leach, Miss Mullett, L. Anderson, V. Devlin, A. Sherlock, M. McEwen and J. Burke.
David Henry was the caretaker of the High School and George Langstaff looked after the Public Schools. The secretary was Chas. Abbott who received $100 for his trouble and A.R Peden pulled down $75 for his trouble as treasure


 - The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
27 Jan 1942, Tue  •  Page 5


 - The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
26 Jul 1947, Sat  •  Page 16



The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
25 Jul 1985, Thu  •  Page 3





The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
21 Oct 1958, Tue  •  Page 3


The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
15 Oct 1954, Fri  •  Page 24



 - The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
08 Oct 1995, Sun  •  Page 35


Remembering Doris Blackburn

They Still Call Her Mrs. Blackburn!

Memories of Spelling Mistakes–Doris Chamney Blackburn

What is Heritage by Cheryl Thomas 11 Years Old Franktown

The Things I did in School?—Tribute to Corey Sample

Alice Katherine Gould– Smiths Falls — Gould Family

Alice Katherine Gould– Smiths Falls — Gould Family

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Alice Kathyrn Gould played a central role in this area. Descended from Jason Gould, Alice Gould wrote her history and historical poetry with a great deal of personal empathy for the early settlers .

The background upon which these settlers moved was heroic, dangerous, and in Gould’s mind probably much more interesting than Smiths Falls of the twentieth century.
This emerged clearly through Gould’s first historical essay of Smiths Falls , “Out of the Wilderness” published in the 1925 Old Home Week Souvenir Programme.

With strong influences from Loyalist history , Gould viewed the founders of Smiths Falls as larger than life , whose achievement must be equalled by the present generation if the town was to prosper. On viewing the construction of the new filtration plant on an old mill site , Gould connected the history of the town with it s present vitality .

By the RideauA Tale of Smiths Falls in Song and Story–In her 1939 publication
By the Rideau: A Tale of Smiths Falls in Song and Story, the Rideau Canal and its builders received a prominent place. The written history largely followed the 1925 version with some amplifications. Her poetry, however, reinforced the romanticized view of the early settlers.

 James Simpson’s description of making the roads out from Smiths Falls was taken from it. She also told that James Simpson had left Smiths Falls in 1832, selling out his interests to his brother Wm. Simpson.

James eventually went to the California gold rush in 1849, and “returning on a visit to relatives in Smiths Falls in June 1852 on the steamship “Independence” bound from San Francisco to San Juan del Sur, he died aboard ship, and agreeable to his request, was buried at sea, near Acapulco, Mexico. In his will, dictated to the purser, he made disposal of his effects, which included two bags of gold dust valued at five thousand, six hundred dollars”

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  4. Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read. Also check out The Tales of Carleton Place.

    Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in The Townships Sun andScreamin’ Mamas (USA)


    Chalmers Family Genealogy- Smiths Falls Nancy-Johnnie Baldwin

  5. Francis Frost Smiths Falls Canada 1895 -1896

  6. The Bomb Girls of Smiths Falls

A Poem about Innisville–By Mrs. Edith Bolton

A Poem about Innisville–By Mrs. Edith Bolton

Memories of Innisville – By Mrs. Edith Bolton–

From Archives Lanark


Here on the hill and in this park at Innisville
Which overlooks the lovely Mississippi Lake,
The urge came over me to take my pen
And tell of things as they were told to me.
The placid pond above the rapids fast
Is calm and peaceful in a changing world,
It mirrors round its banks the trees and reeds
And soaring fish-hawks with their wings unfurled.
It isn’t bridge of steel I see in memory
But dam of logs with flume at either end
That forced the water fast to turn the wheels
Of two grist mils and woollen factory.

This little village on the river banks so green
Did know depression in the troubled days of old
When woollen mill closed down and building ceased
The fire then destroyed the big stone mill.
The old Orange Hall so sorely needing paint
Has stood the gales and winds of many years:
Then farther back and in the old log house
Lived Robbie, John and Fanny, his good wife.
The village Church, which stood upon the slope.
The choir which so sweetly sane, “Abide with Me”,
They all are gone but still the timbers of the Church
Were used to build a hall in a community.

And memory brings back to me the wooden bridge of old,
The lady who did live a hundred years and two,
The old board sidewalks with their crazy slant
And there, I think I see, Jerry with his came.
He walked as sailors walk on deck of ship
And stories told of travels far and wide,
How proud he was of all that he had seen
Then settled here, with Bessie for his bride.

And women here, with names as told to me
Were Granny Hughes, McLaren and Granny Dial,
No cigarettes were theirs to comfort bring
They smoked their ‘baccey in their old, clay pipes.
The blacksmith ship, high on the river bank,
The forge, the anvil and the horses’ shoes,
They all are in the past, but there the old stone house
Reminds us still that there lived Bob and Susan Hughes.
The Fenders house that burned in later years
The schoolhouse with its flight of wooden steps
Up which the schoolboys trudged reluctantly
With small birch switch which took the place of strap.
The wagon-shop of Johnathan of old,
The home where typhoid fever struck,
The old log piers beneath the bridge of wood,
The big frame house where once lived Jimmy Mac.

The brick house which was owned by Mr. Code
The old post office and little general store
And down there by the point, a tannery
All these were here, and I know there wee more;
The two saloons with whisky made in Perth,
The spittoons and their dark, old oaken floors
The hunter bold who stalked the mounted crane
While two girls watched him though the window pane.

And I recall the names of Hillis, Paul and Dial
As some of those who walked this street as girls and boys,
Crampton, Evoy, Churchill, Morris, Rath, Cornett and Irvine,
Hammond, Ruttle, Bolton, McLaren, Rathwell and Ireton
And let not forget the Martins and McCoys.

They skated boldly on the river ice,
And raced the spotted pony far above the current swift;
They watched the wild ducks southward fly in early spring.
And heard the wild geese northward fly in early spring.
They listened to the songs of whip-poor-wills at twilight
And wakened to the rumble of the rapids in the dawn
And some there are who will remember two who drowned
For one was Percy and the other one was John.

And there are those who travelled far away
And of their dreams, I’m sure that there are some
Of boom of bull-grogs in the soggy march
And splash of fish when sucker-time had come.
And there are other things that are remembered
The hunting of the coons on moonlight nights,
The fishing through the ice in wintertime,
The Log Drive in the Spring, OH, what a sight!

The rushing of the water through the flumes,
The turning of the stones which ground the grain,
The rattle of the carders and the looms.
All here were heard, but ne’er will be again.
Nostalgic memories come back to me
Of honey taken from the hive of the wild bees
And spread on Scottish scones of oatmeal dark,
And picking cranberries beneath the tamarack trees.

It isn’t cars and trucks I hear today
Nor tires as they screech and skid and scream,
But what I hear is the thunder of the rapids in the spring,
And crack of frost in ice when winter came.
The elm tree down by the river’s edge,
The pine grove with its trees so very tall,
If they could tell the tales that I have missed
‘T’’would make my story very, very small.
But, if you now, my readers, have grown weary
Forgive me, for I dearly love to rhyme,
And if my story has not been too dreary
I’ll come again and visit you sometime.


Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read. Also check out The Tales of Carleton Place.

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in The Townships Sun andScreamin’ Mamas (USA)



The Writings of Noreen Tyers of Perth

The Lanark County Council Scottish Poem– names names names

The Old Saw Mill Poem – Lanark County

Genealogist Christmas Poem

Come on and Feel the Noise –Last Night’s Mini Poetry Slam

thanks to Larry Clark

The Writings of Claudia Coutu Radmore from Carleton Place


Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.

Meet local author Claudia Coutu Radmore 

She has a new website now and you can check her out on this link!


Claudia Coutu Radmore is the author of  Tracing Your Ribs Narcissus Unfolding , and  Moonbeam  among other books, Claudia’s poetry in all forms has also been widely published in magazines and anthologies.  The 2009 winner of the Canadian Authors National Capital Poetry contest and a finalist in the 2008/2009 Origami Crane Contest, Claudia has won several honours in recent Japanese-form competitions, including the 2008 International Erotic Tanka Contest and the 2009 Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival. Claudia is not only a writer but also has a publishing business, she began in 192, She publishes books for anyone who wants to have a book from their writing done and several of her mystery books have been very popular on Amazon.