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Cora Yuill’s Last Poem –The House That Had its Day

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Cora Yuill’s Last Poem –The House That Had its Day
Laurie Yuill has found the last poem that Gramma Cora had published in the paper. Thought u might like to read it. We r thrilled that he found it. Glenda Mahoney

Cora Yuill looks back on life as she turns· 90

I was born on August 17, 1905 at Halls Mills, the third daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Munro. My sisters were older, and my brother was younger. Wilbert, who lives on the old farm at Halls Mills and my brother Earl, who used to deliver mail from the post office, drove for Eddie Munro for quite awhile.

My two sisters were both gone some years ago. Eva Fulton lived above Renfrew and Florence Watt at Galbraith. I started school at Halls Mills when I was six years old and had four teachers. There was Mary Gleeson, Aggie Lett, Luella Thompson and Mildred Royce. I tried my entrance exams in Lanark but failed, so I stayed at home and helped on the farm. Read-The Life and Times of Cora Yuill

lLaurieYuill originally shared this on 07 Sep 2017–Cora Yuill & Blake Mahoney at his Christening, 1983 Read- Cora Munro Yuill — Arthur Yuill — For Glenda Mahoney with Love

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Conversations with Agatha Yuill –The Buchanan Scrapbook

Walter Mather Yuill — Died at age 28
The Robbing of the Honey Pot- Andrew Cochrane Ramsay Yuill
Clippings of Mrs. Joseph Yuill – Margaret Yuill
Ralph and Iris Yuill
The Hart Children of Lanark — Laurie Yuill

Notes on Alexander and Joseph Yuill
Mrs. Joseph Yuill of Ramsay Makes Butter
Middleville Photos — Laurie Yuill

Turning Back to the Clock Agnes “Aggie” Yuill– The Buchanan Scrapbook

Archie Yuill –The Buchanan Scrapbook Clippings

The Sugar Bush Fairy Poem

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The Sugar Bush Fairy Poem

I am so proud to live in Lanark County.. We stand together, we support our farmers and our townfolk..

My heart beats proudly today for the history and love in our county.. Remember we are all in this together..

Outside the air is crispy, like the bacon, and now my journey on the road ahead brings rain,

Out of the corner of my eye I spot her.

She seemed to smell like waffles and maple syrup,

And looked like a maple leaf, red, rusty, spinning, floating through the now damp air.

Under her feather umbrella the sugar bush fairy was slowly licking the red top off the maple syrup bottle with maple syrup kisses.

No one tried to catch her, as one might only seize her with smoke magic in moonlit parks while shimmering indigo stars dance around her.

As if my life is captured in a raindrop caught with the wind I too drift away like the sugar bush fairy.

My tired eyes are now focused on the road. Inside we drank coffee and ate steaming waffles in front of me.

While outside the gray fog draped itself–even over our minds,

Painting things in a sweeping grey that glistens in the sunlight.

A lesson lived,

A lesson learned,

We can’t live on love alone– but maybe, just maybe, life can be lived on maple syrup and dreams of sugar bush fairies.

Linda Seccaspina

Memories of Scotch Corners — Mrs. E. Bolton

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Memories of Scotch Corners — Mrs. E. Bolton

From Larry Clark

Did you know that one of the landmarks for Scotch Corners used to be “to turn off Highway 7 at the lXL Cheese Factory”? It was a hopping corner with traffic jams consisting of farmers waiting to get their milk weighed in and upon leaving, a quick trip to the back to the whey vat pick up some whey to feed their pigs.

Local lad Alfie Poole had the answers to the local stories in those days and there was a reason as to why this particular cheese factory was called ‘the IXL’. Seems there was a couple of cheese factories down the road and no one wanted to mix them up. There was one past the St John’s Anglican Church on the Ferguson Falls Road called the “Fair Play” and another opposite the church called the “Grab All”. These were the actual names I kid you not.

Well the farmer’s around the McCreary settlement were having none of that, and wanted to have the best cheese factory in the area. So up the factory went and it became known as the IXL but was sadly destroyed by fire in 1969.

Related reading

The Scotch Corners Fire 1981

Scotch Corners Union S.S. #10 School Fire

Questions on the McCreary Settlement and the IXL Cheese Factory

The Sinclair Family Cemetery–Photos by Lawrie Sweet with Sinclair Genealogy Notes

POETRY

Ivan and Elizabeth Pretty Anniversary and Poem — Audrey Armstrong 1966

The Almonte Wreck Poem George Millar Dec 29 1942

Almonte — The Birth of a Friendly Town — A Poem

Ole King Cole of Almonte — Fran Cooper

Almonte Poetry —- Agnes Whitelaw Boyce Almonte

Memories of Dr. A. A. Metcalfe of Almonte– Florence Watt

The Life and Times of Cora Yuill

The Thomas Alfred Code Journal – Letters-Part 21- Code Family–Franktown Past and Present Reverend John May

A Poem about Innisville–By Mrs. Edith Bolton

Alice Katherine Gould– Smiths Falls — Gould Family

A Beckwith Poem — Beckwith in the Bushes — J.W.S. Lowry 1918

Annie Patterson — Descendant of John Gemmill

Genealogist Christmas Poem

The Old Saw Mill Poem – Lanark County

Was the Rhyme Ring Around the Rosie Connected to the Plague?

Postage Stamp Flirtation 1903

Ivan and Elizabeth Pretty Anniversary and Poem — Audrey Armstrong 1966

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Ivan and Elizabeth Pretty Anniversary and Poem — Audrey Armstrong 1966
March 31 1966
Obituary for Ivan William PRETTY (Aged 75) -
The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
21 Jul 1966, Thu  •  Page 34

Very sadly Ivan died soon after in July. How sad I was to find this.:(

George Goodson Pretty Genealogy Part 2

Clippings of George Goodson Pretty

Annie and Ethel Pretty Bridge Accident 1927

Ken Manson– Interview with Helen & Jimmie Dodds, Side 1 -“Did you ever hear the story about the fellow who was shot up Bob Pretty’s there”?

Almonte — The Birth of a Friendly Town — A Poem

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Almonte — The Birth of a Friendly Town — A Poem
Birth of a Friendly Town-- Almonte Gazette July 30 , 1970 ( no author mentioned)


T ’was back in 1820 when the air was clear and bright,
A brawny pioneer farmer stopped his wagon for the night.
He kindled his cheery campfire to feed his hungry brood,
And vowed he’d build a cabin on the very spot he stood.
On the banks of the Mississippi, on a tract of government land,
He built his homely hovel, with axe and sweat, so grand.
He cleared his land for planting with mule and old grey mare,
He plowed and tilled and worked it with tender loving care.
His meagre supply of seedlings he spread upon the ground,
He fished the brooks and rivers and hunted the woods around.


He sent word to friends and relations of the wonderful place he had,
But with the lack of a woman’s company, his wife was very sad.
As the years went by, his family grew, with neighbours all around,
Where once there stood a lonely farm , had turned into a town.
With neighbour lads they took the fish, both with line and spear,
And all around this lonely place -was a friendly atmosphere.


The town it grew and friendliness was never left behind,
The people in this little town, always seemed so kind.
As homes sprang up with shops and stores, everything so grand,
And all the people in the town to lend a helping hand. ….
So from this campfire in the night, arose THE FRIENDLY TOWN,
Our friendliness, it’s said, has spread for miles around.
So why not come to ALMONTE and join in all the cheer.
To have some fun and celebrate our 130th year.


We promise you our friendliness, has grown from year to year,
The only thing we’re lacking is having you came here.
So plan to come and visit us when summer rolls along.
When we celebrate in ALMONTE, our friends can do no wrong

Almonte General Hospital Fairview Manor Foundation

· September 20, 2018 ·  

Sharing Smiles with the kind folks at the Mississippi Mills Animal Hospital. Who have you shared a smile with today?

Mary Sterling Jarick The first thing I saw when we came from Ireland and landed in Almonte. My father told me he had it done especially for me. lol

Clipped from The Ottawa Citizen, 13 May 1952, Tue, Page 13 

Shirley Flaxman It truly was a friendly town!!! I loved growing up there


Bob Camelon
 Born and Raised

Darlene Monette Me too – in fact still in same house! 🙂 That water tower was our view from the front door!

Ron Finner I climbed to the top of that tower and sat on the ball many times !! 😎🤠

Shirley Flaxman Home is where the heart is💖.

Mary Anne Harrison My grandparents, Jim and Cecelia Carroll lived just in front of the tower on Ottawa street. My uncle Emmett too. I have no doubt 1 or all 5 of my brothers climbed that tower at one time or another.

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Peggy Byrne Yes it was a sad day. Lived for many years beside that tower and saw a few people climb to the top whenever the opportunity arose. Ronald Ford, you will remember the water house at the base of the tank where many residents that didn’t yet have running water in their homes went to fill up their containers – oh wait, maybe you’re too young for that….🤭

Ronald Ford I remember Dad would point it out at the Corkery hill. It was all long time ago. Tree grow a lot 66 yrs

We posted the photo of the 1993 water tower today– Dawn Jones fund This from the Millstone article in 2013.

Water tower slogan: still friendly, but not a town?

September 5, 2013 – 2:21 pm

Tower
Rendering of planned ‘rebranding’

by Brent Eades

The Town recently announced that as part of the current cleaning and restoration of the water tower on Paterson Street, “the tower will also be refinished with a new white and blue colour scheme along with a rebranded logo,” approved by Town Council at a meeting on April 16 2013.

A rendering of this logo is available on the Mississippi Mills website. It shows that the decades-old slogan “Almonte The Friendly Town” will be replaced with simply “Friendly Almonte.”

I can see this, I suppose. Strictly speaking we are no longer a “town” — in the purely legalistic sense of the word — but rather a ward of the amalgamated municipality of Mississippi Mills.

But it does seem a pity to lose the slogan that has been welcoming people to our community for generations. We may not be a town as far as the provincial government is concerned, but we surely are in every other sense.

Out of interest I decided to search the online Almonte Gazette archive to find out how long we’ve been “The Friendly Town.” It appears the slogan was chosen sometime prior to March 1953 by the Chamber of Commerce for use in a promotional booklet. Link (story at top-left)

I also found a reference on Google Books, from a 1952 issue of Civic Administration magazine: “As you near the town, the first thing you see is a big steel standpipe jutting skyward above the leafy trees. On it in six-foot letters are the words, WELCOME TO ALMONTE The Friendly Town.”

Marty Taylor

July 17, 2018

Just off the highway. Passed by it coming from or going to Ottawa. Was always a wonderful way to say “hello” when arriving in Almonte.

Ole King Cole of Almonte — Fran Cooper

Almonte Poetry —- Agnes Whitelaw Boyce Almonte

Memories of Dr. A. A. Metcalfe of Almonte– Florence Watt

The Life and Times of Cora Yuill

A Poem about Innisville–By Mrs. Edith Bolton

Alice Katherine Gould– Smiths Falls — Gould Family

A Beckwith Poem — Beckwith in the Bushes — J.W.S. Lowry 1918

Annie Patterson — Descendant of John Gemmill

Genealogist Christmas Poem

The Old Saw Mill Poem – Lanark County

Was the Rhyme Ring Around the Rosie Connected to the Plague?

Postage Stamp Flirtation 1903

Commercial Students CPHS 1937 –Kerri Ann Doe O’Rourke

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Commercial Students CPHS 1937 –Kerri Ann Doe O’Rourke

1937-CPHS-The-Commercial-Poem

 

Linda…I hope this message finds you well! When we were sorting through my mom’s things we came across a few boxes of my grandmother’s (Gladie Dowdall) that my mom hadn’t touched. In there was the CPHS graduation program from 1936 & 1937!! I emailed them to the museum earlier today. But THE absolute best find is the attached Poem written about “The Commercial” students for their 1937 graduation. Enjoy 🙂

Kerri Ann Doe O’Rourke

 

Clippings of Leita Anderson

Almonte Poetry —- Agnes Whitelaw Boyce Almonte

A Poem about Innisville–By Mrs. Edith Bolton

Alice Katherine Gould– Smiths Falls — Gould Family

A Beckwith Poem — Beckwith in the Bushes — J.W.S. Lowry 1918

Annie Patterson — Descendant of John Gemmill

Genealogist Christmas Poem

The Old Saw Mill Poem – Lanark County

Was the Rhyme Ring Around the Rosie Connected to the Plague?

Postage Stamp Flirtation 1903

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

Carleton Place Memories 1930s and 1940s

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Carleton Place Memories 1930s and 1940s

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This poem was written in 1996 by Harold R. Drummond and recalls his youth in Carleton Place in the 1930’s and ’40’s.

 

 

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Almonte Poetry —- Agnes Whitelaw Boyce Almonte

A Poem about Innisville–By Mrs. Edith Bolton

Alice Katherine Gould– Smiths Falls — Gould Family

A Beckwith Poem — Beckwith in the Bushes — J.W.S. Lowry 1918

Annie Patterson — Descendant of John Gemmill

Did you Know Mother Goose Came from Blakeney and Union Hall ?

Genealogist Christmas Poem

The Old Saw Mill Poem – Lanark County

Was the Rhyme Ring Around the Rosie Connected to the Plague?

Postage Stamp Flirtation 1903

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

Almonte Poetry —- Agnes Whitelaw Boyce Almonte

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Almonte Poetry —- Agnes Whitelaw Boyce Almonte

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Grist Mill- almonte.com

 

Almonte


0, peaceful dreamy town
That nestles in the vale, _
With streets and homes so pleasant,
And her people fair and hale
And grand the scene about her
That lends her charm and grace
Amid the fairest beauty town
Fair Almonte takes the place.

The winding waters of her stream
Come on serene and slow
Till o’er the falls they grandly leap,
and boil in foam below.

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Photo-almonte.com

 

The silvery moon at even, ·
A street of silver lays
Across the wind toss
Across the bends and bays
From many a height in Ramsay
The town is seen afar,
And each light looks at evening,
Just like the evening star,
While in ‘the moon tide brightness
It seems to nestledown.

 

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Almonte Boat scene-almonte.com

 

In the Mississippi Valley,
Almonte, fair Almonte town.
From just outside its borders,
Is seen a distant view,
The grand chain of Laurentians,
Lie in a haze of blue,
And the bright autumn colors,
Less than fifty miles-away,
Upon the mountain side are seen
Upon a cloudless day

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cannon mill lower falls-almonte.com


Around her here and there,
In valley and on hill,
Are wondrous woods and plains
And rippling brooks and the river
About the town so dangerous fair,
Nature with lavish hand,
Has spread out beauty everywhere,

Oh Almonte fairest Almonte
What ails thee at this time
With power and beauty around thee
Thou shouldest be in thy prime
Wake from the dreamy slumber
Arouse and take thy place,
Add to your wealth and number
And strike a progress pace.
Written and composed by
Agnes Whitelaw Boyce
Almonte

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Dedication of the War Memorial–almonte.com

 

 

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Clipped from

  1. The Ottawa Journal,
  2. 27 Aug 1940, Tue,
  3. Page 8

A Poem about Innisville–By Mrs. Edith Bolton

Alice Katherine Gould– Smiths Falls — Gould Family

A Beckwith Poem — Beckwith in the Bushes — J.W.S. Lowry 1918

Annie Patterson — Descendant of John Gemmill

Genealogist Christmas Poem

The Old Saw Mill Poem – Lanark County

Was the Rhyme Ring Around the Rosie Connected to the Plague?

Postage Stamp Flirtation 1903

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

Almonte and Yesterday Lornie Byrne

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Almonte and Yesterday Lornie Byrne

 

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Arlene sent this in and it touched me. I hope it touches you as much. Lornie Byrne

 

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

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.

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Downtown Almonte 1891 — Thumb Biters Skaters and Widows

Scrapbook Memories of the Comba Family Almonte

A 1978 Walking Tour of Mill Street Almonte

What Happened to Mary Hart of Almonte?

 

My Childhood Memory of Richard’s Castle –From the Pen of Noreen Tyers of Perth

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My Childhood Memory of Richard’s Castle –From the Pen of Noreen Tyers of Perth

 

 

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Noreen Tyers—Grandparents in front of Richards Castle, in Snow Road
around the 1940’s John and Charlotte (Mavis) Lahey Summer holidays at the Stone House.

My childhood Memory– by Noreen Tyers

When I was a young girl with long pig tails
I was so excited when Mom would say pack your old sand pail

It was not long after school was let out for holidays in the summer
I just knew we would go for a vacation that would be so much the funner

Preparation was started and soon Mom start gathering up
The items that were needed, but she didn’t have to bring her cup

We travelled in the back of Ogilvy’s old delivery van
On the long winding, unpaved roads, that was the plan

The children and father would all get very car sick
For Mom to stay sane and clean was always a trick

The reason this was so special and I loved it so dearly
We would be with the extended family, some years all of them nearly

It was crowded and noisy there was excitement for sure
We could go for a swim and then sit on the shore

The place that we stayed was Richard’s Castle in Snow Road
On the Mississippi River and there was usually some frogs and toads

The Old Stone house, so elegant and quaint
When I think of it, Grandpa really was a saint

Between the Dinning Room & Living Room there was pocket doors, just such a delight
We would play Elevator until an adult came along and got us in sight

Grandpa always put up with his grandchildren’s energy and pleasure
While making sure that he took care and looked after any treasures

Each year, I try to travel the roads and visit, this spot
No inside plumbing or anything like that during my stay, instead under the bed came Out that good old Chamber POT

Lines from the Pen ✒ of Noreen MAY 2016

 

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 and The Tales of Almonte

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Grandpa’s Dandelion Wine — From the Pen of Noreen Tyers of Perth

My Wedding Tiara — From the Pen of Noreen Tyers of Perth

The Art of Learning How to Butter Your Toast the Right Way — From the Pen of Noreen Tyers of Perth

Smocked Dresses–From the Pen of Noreen Tyers of Perth

The Kitchen Stool — From the Pen of Noreen Tyers of Perth

The Flying Teeth in Church — From the Pen of Noreen Tyers of Perth

The Writings of Noreen Tyers of Perth

Memories of Grandpa’s Workshop — Noreen Tyers

Cleaning out Grandmas’ Fridge — Noreen Tyers Summer Vacation at Richard’s Castle

My Flower Seeds — From the Pen of Noreen Tyers of Perth