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Hanging With the Almonte Police 1984 —Joe Banks

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Hanging With the Almonte Police 1984 —Joe Banks

Just before the pick-up truck did a sweeping U-turn directly in front of the cruiser, I told constables Tom O ‘Connor and Stan Carter that I thought I knew how a monkey felt. “This cage is only 12 inches from my face,” I said, crammed into the backseat of cruiser 10- 369, the one with the metal screen between the front and rear seats. It’s supposed to protect the driver from a kick in the head or a spitting, or what bad guys could inflict from the back scat. “There’s no leg room, either.’ I just got those words out when the radio crackled.

It was Corporal Jack Munden back at base. We were to watch for a dark pick up full of kids, eggs and beer; a volatile combination. “ There they are,” Stan said, pointing to the south corner of Bridge and Water streets, just across from the town hall. The truck blatantly turned in front of the cruiser and headed south on Bridge Street, picking up speed. We followed, hitting the tracks at accelerating speed with lights flashing. All I could think of was the banjo music accompanying a chase scene on the Dukes of Hazzard. It was 9:15 pm. Luke needn’t feel threatened; the chase was a short one. The truck pulled over with its load of masked men, cartoned eggs and cold beer; all the ingredients for a night on the town.

The mood around the parked truck was jovial. A couple of the lads wearing rubber gorilla and monster masks smoked cigarettes through the openings. One of them whispered the word under his breath as he saw a six-pack of Labatt’s disappear into the hack of the cruiser. Tom filled out the citation quietly. Stan chatted with some OPP up from Perth, checking to see if Almonte needed help, A crowd was gathering at the end of High Street, where we’d pulled the truck over. It was show time. We heard that a mattress had been set on fire in the middle of Mill Street. Minutes later, I took a chance and decided to walk up to the ‘pool room corner’ after.

Number 369 headed back to the station to drop the confiscated goods off. I was being either very brave or very foolish– and I didn’t feel very brave. It was apparent I wasn’t going to last long at the corner without an egg-shell shampoo. I snapped off some shots of the fire as quickly as the flash would charge, which wasn’t soon enough. Eggs started landing around my feet. The mattress in the middle street burned brighter, shards of glass could be seen in the flickering light. They were from bottles, however. A window hadn’t been torched. The sidewalks were slick with egg and the calvary, constables Gerry Murphy and Greg Dainschinko in cruiser 10-557 (no cage), pulled up

“ Have you got room for three skinned raccoons,” came Stan’s voice over 557’s radio.

Greg looked at Gerry and Gerry looked at Greg. I tried to imagine what three skinned raccoons looked like and I knew there was no room for them. En route to a check behind Lee Pro Hardware, we pulled over a car for a spot check. Nothing transpired, but just before we climbed back into the cruiser, an incredible barrage of eggs rained down on us. It was a well-timed ambush and the projectiles were well-aimed. I ducked behind the cruiser, two eggs brushing the side of my head. Greg was hit in the shoulder, hut the left side of the cruiser absorbed the bulk of the attack. The car looked like a battered omelette, with shell and yoke solidifying on the windshield.

We drove back to the “front” — the terminology the men were using to describe the pool room corner. The fire was rising ten feet high by now, making upper Mill Street with its Shipman building under renovation look more like a section of Beirut than the commercial centre of an Ottawa Valley town. Garbage, pieces of wood and glass were everywhere. More eggs slammed into the windshield as we watched, parked on the corner. Gerry wheeled the car into the parking lot adjoining the Shipman building.

“They’ll have that plywood off the roof before long” he said, Greg said, “ They’re not even , wound up yet.”

We saw three or four youths sprinting away from the building. Just keep them moving, the constables agreed. Herd them like sheep. As long as there’s no rocks or golf balls or gasoline. “ Hey,” I remarked, inspecting my pants and coat, “I don’t believe it. Not even an egg mark.” “Yet,” Greg added.

One of the suspected egg attackers was stopped. “Get in ,” Greg told him . A few minutes later, he said, “give us the eggs’ ‘ and Gerry wheeled the cruiser down Brae Street. “ I haven’t got any,” came the answer from the masked man. “ You can search me if you w ant.” His voice was quivering. They knew who he was. They advised him to can the fun and go home. He was let off three blocks down the street. We drove out of the commercial section, away from the battle scene on Mill Street. The firemen continued to monitor the situation, but did not bring in the pumper. They knew what would happen. Not only would they and the truck pumper be pelted while dousing the flames, but the fire would be started again soon after they left. No, best to let them have their fun. Best to let the fire burn itself out, Greg said, and clean it up in the morning.

The quiet of the residential streets was a marked contrast to the front, but it gave the policemen time to reflect on the evening’s events. “ You know, Joe, we should take our hats off to these kids,” he said seriously. “ Things could be a hell of a lot worse. Give credit where credit is due.” And then he said that: “there is a handful of bad apples,” though most of them, he acknowledged are in the can.”

It was 10:29 pm.

“Where are you Greg? the radio crackled. “We just passed Blackburn’s,” he answered. Stan was on the other end and wanted us to box some kids in an alley beside the Superior Restaurant, “ They’ve got water bombs or paint bombs or something,” he said. The cat and mouse game went on. The kids were long gone, but Greg spotted two of them who looked as if they were squaring off, ready to fight behind the Baker building. Gerry pulled the cruiser up and Greg got out. He asked them about eggs, frisked them and stopped suddenly as if jolted by a bolt of lightning. “ Sorry!” he exclaimed, face blushing. He climbed back into the cruiser. “Make sure you know who you’re frisking,” he said. “ I just made a mistake.” He had been mistaken about a girl dressed as an old man, a hobo. Score one for the kids.

The mood lightened in the cruiser, though it had never exactly taken on the air of a well-played police drama. These guys knew what to expect and little of what happened this night was going to be a surprise. It was shaping up to be an evening of the usual harmless hijinks. And that’s how it went, for the most part. Back at the front, the shouts and screams were dimming, though the mattress and boards were still burning on Mill Street.

“What are you doing here John ?” Gerry asked a young fellow picked up after he was spotted carrying a real estate sign to add to the fire. The youth, over from Carleton Place for the evening, said he was just there for a few laughs, no harm meant, “And no harm d o n e ,” Gerry said matter-of-factly. “ But I think you’ve had your fun tonight, don’t you?” John admitted yes. He was let off at the next corner. We returned to the pool room.

Greg looked non chalantly at the fire. “Do you know if they celebrate Halloween in Ireland?” he asked. People must be saying, ‘look at those cops sitting there not doing a damn thing,’ ” said Gerry surveying the activities at the front behind the wheel. I thought, those are the same people who would be the first to call a cop if they were pelted by an egg. It was 11:06 pm and the fire was still burning well. By now, bales o f hay had been added to it. Six minutes later, after another in a continuing series of egg barrages, I was with Stan and Tom again.

We took a quick drive to Almonte Motors, where a car was being reportedly tipped over. We saw the kids sprinting from the scene, but there was no sign of damage. At 11:30, we were making our way down a quiet residential street. “ You know ,” said Gerry, “they used to kick the s— out o f that place on Halloween,” gesturing to the house of a prominent Almonte citizen. “There’s nothing this year though.”

We turned the corner, the styrofoam coffee cups on the floor rolled, and he described an incident six or seven years ago that unnerved more than a few townsfolk. As they were this year, the kids had been throwing eggs at cars. They hit one, the driver stopped got out, and brandished a gun. Halloween had become a serious game. And how did he, I asked, compare Halloween to the others? Tom answered, voice rasping, “ exceptionally quiet. There’s usually a lot of calls in, but there’s not that many this year.” Later I’d found out there had only been one all night. Members of the local radio club were helping out in the surveillance o f the town, and alerted the base to any goings on.

We met some of the crew about every ten minutes, parked silently in a shadow or driving through and past the front. It was past midnight and the carnival-like atmosphere that prevailed on Mill Street for much of the night was dissolving. But as we sat directly across from the Royal Bank, another ambush transpired. This time Constable Tom O ’C o nnor, whose window was open, caught an egg on the shoulder. The night wasn’t over yet. A half-hour later, I was again riding with 557. Shortly after leaving the station, Greg spotted someone he knew. “ Stop there a sec,” he said quickly. “That kid’s been carrying eggs around all night.” When he was searching him , he accidentally broke an egg in the young fellow’s pocket. The teenager muttered something I couldn’t make out. Greg got back in the car and we left.

“Hey, Mister, don’t you think it’s past your bed time?” Gerry Murphy asked a youth hanging on to the beer store sign post. “You’re on probation aren’t you?” The kid nodded. “ If I see you out on the street again,” he told him as we drove past the probation office.” And then he added, “ Y ou’ve been drinking too? Underage?” But he let the lad off with a warning; it probably would be enough. “ He’s basically not a bad kid ,” Gerry said as we drove off. “ They’re just like little lambs. They’s got to be led. But this one is not a bad kid at all. He got into some trouble at the arena a little while back.”

On our way back downtown, I remarked about the number of smashed eggs around town. “ The old chickens must be working overtime tonight,” Gerry joked. We pickced up Greg, who had been on foot for about a half-hour checking out the alleyways and doorways downtown. The two policemen compared notes and swapped names of kids they’d spotted. No sooner had they finished, when one of them saw a youth holding what appeared to be eggs.”Are those golf balls he’s got?” Gerry asked. “ Yeah, let’s take a run over.” Three or four were hanging out on the steps of the Royal Bank, still wearing the identity-hiding masks. “ Isn’t it past your bedtime band Tito ?” Gerry asked one dressed as a Mexican bandit: I stepped on an empty coffee cup. The night was getting old. The kids moved on.

“Just make sure,” Greg said, noticing me taking notes, “that you put in there just how good the kids are in this town. It’s been a long year, and they could’ve gotten even lots of times. ” It was true. Tonight could have been a disaster, as it had been a number of years ago. Even those kids we just stopped could have told the police where to get off. Or, they could have broken a few hundred windows. Or they could have made life generally unpleasant for the merchants.

“Stop here at this truck,” Greg said as we passed a black four by four. It was 1 am , early Thursday morning. For the first time that night, Greg took out the A L E R T , a small box-like device used to determine whether a driver should be driving or not after drinking. He explained carefully and purposefully to the driver what the device did, and asked him if he understood what it was to be used for. The driver nodded yes. “ That’s a warning,” he told him after the driver blew into the tube. “Under the Highway Traffic Act, that means I can seize your licence for 12 hours.” The driver understood, and was cooperative. The only problem was, he couldn’t find his driver’s licence.

For me, that was the last, first hand ride of the night. It was well after 1, and police work was becoming tiring. Back at the office, Jack Munden poured another coffee. “It’s fresh out of our new coffee maker. Sure you don’t want any?” I declined, having already ingested enough that night to float a ship. The base radio was inactive. Jack was happy. Halloween, once a feared evening in this town, passed without a single serious incident.

To show for this year’s antics, the detachments had seized dozens of cartons o f eggs, some barbecue starters and beer. There wasn’t a soul in the lock-up. Detachment number 10-60 Almonte, with all four constables and a corporal on duty, had coped. For an Ottawa Valley town of Almonte’s notoriety on Halloween night, to an outsider, that might seem remarkable. But to those who know better, Almonte’s notorious reputation is now a thing of the past, a story to be remembered by yesterday’s youths when they swap lies with their friends in bars. The image, certainly for me, had been laid to rest

The Day After Halloween in Almonte –1979

The Ongoing Fight of Rooney’s and Karl’s Grocery — Part 2

The Seven-Barrelled ‘pepper box’ Revolver — Rosamond Fight — July 1875

Chief Irvine Preys on Motorists According to Almonte

Chief Irvine Preys on Motorists According to Almonte

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Chief Irvine Preys on Motorists According to Almonte

August 1931

Carleton Place claims great latitude is being shown by Chief Irvine in respect to traffic law enforcement. As proof of this it claims the chief’s records show only three Almonters were summoned on traffic counts this year. As Almonte’s car driving population is a mere fraction of the total volume passing through Carleton Place, it is interesting to speculate on the total number of convictions obtained in the period under consideration.

If we took the three secured against Almonters and worked it out on a proportionate basis the result would be stupendous and would well justify Councillor Carson’s claim that it wouldn’t take the chief long to pay for a car through the fines he secured. In view of all this it is interesting to read the following from The Perth Courier:

“Complaints have been made by some motorists of the United States that speed traps exist in some places in Canada, particularly in Ontario. As far as Perth is concerned no such “traps” are used, and so far not one United States motorist has been up against a charge of speeding here;, and for that matter not one Canadian motorist up until this week”.

These speed traps are in direct contradiction to what Colonel Price, the Provincial Attorney-General, says about them, He says:

‘Because man is a tourist is no reason to why he should be allowed to travel at a dangerous speed, but municipalities should not seek to increase their revenues by increasing the amount of fines. There is some ground for complaint, but not with the Provincial police. Tourists should be treated the same as our own people. Our instructions to provincial officers are to enforce the laws, but not -by means of speed traps.’

The above just about proves all The Gazette sought to prove because regardless of Chief Irvine’s records Carleton Place has a hard name when it comes to preying on the motorist.

Update

It would seem that Almonters are not the only motorists who exceed the speed limit in the various towns and cities of our fair Dominion. I t grieves us to inform the public that a Carleton Place man appeared in the local police court, Tuesday, and paid $10 fine and $2 costs for driving too fast on Bridge Street in Almonte. The man in question brought a Carleton Place lawyer with him and fought the charge but was ordered by the magistrate to pay the above mentioned contribution into the public coffers.

Have you read? Going to the Chapel –Drummond Whalen and Johnson of Carleton Place

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Ray Paquette16 hours

I’m old enough to remember when Chief Irvine patrolled Carleton Place in his personal vehicle, a gray Chevrolet, four door, ca 1946, the car, I mean. This was before the council purchased police cars, in the late ’40’s or ’50’s,,,

Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum

February 1946 Almonte Gazette— H. E. Cornell, Army provost officer in Carleton Place daring the war, was engaged by town council on Monday evening to work with Chief C. R. Irvine. Tenders were called and 11 applications were received. Photo from the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum-Constable Ray McIssac, and Police Chief Herb Cornell. They are proudly standing in front of a newly acquired Ford police cruiser on Mill Street in 1960.

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The Ottawa Journal
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
03 Jun 1936, Wed  •  Page 21

The Bat Signal of Carleton Place

The Sometimes “Keystone Cops Moments” of the Carleton Place Police

The Carleton Place Police – Whatcha’ Goin’ to Do When They Come For You?

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

Constable George McDonald — The Fearless Mermaid of Carleton Place?

Dog Day Afternoon — The Only Bank Robbery EVER in Carleton Place

What’s in the Back Seat? Another Story of Our Carleton Place Police Force

82 Bottles of Booze on the Wall – 82 Bottles of Booze

Vandalism 1974 in Carleton Place

1968 — Speeders and the Pinboys at the Playfair

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1968 — Speeders and the  Pinboys at the Playfair
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June 13th, 1968 front page The Canadian

McIsaac and Cornell– Not Your Regular Guys read

Women Gave Police Lots of Trouble in the 1800s

The Carleton Place Police – Whatcha’ Goin’ to Do When They Come For You?

What’s in the Back Seat? Another Story of Our Carleton Place Police Force

Women in Prison 1900s

Women Arrested for Wearing Pants?

Lanark County “Bad Girls”– Bank Street 1873

“Wenches” in Almonte??

The Bat Signal of Carleton Place

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The Bat Signal of Carleton Place

‘We got a hookup so when the phone rang a light came on out on the main street and down at the corner of Beckwith Street. You would be driving around the main intersection, and you’d look out and if the light was on, you knkew someone had called looking for you. @James McIsaac

Cathy DulmageRay McIsaac was the model all police officers should use as an example and strive to become the man he was. He was fair and just and a credit to his uniform. Carleton Place was so lucky to have had Ray as their police chief. Paul Dulmage

Ross NicholsThere used to be a yellow light hanging across the street by the Town Hall back in the early 60s. This was before cell phones and radios It would light up to alert the constable that he was needed back at the police station. If people were driving by and saw the light they will flag the constable that he was need back up the station. I guess it was Carleton place’s own bat signal Although a very scaled down version

Ann EckerI used to visit with my Uncle Joe and Aunt Penny when they were caretakers of the Town Hall and lived in the apartment down stairs. My Uncle always told us we better behave cause the jail was right there. The fire alarm rang once when we were there scared us half to death.

Karen DormanWhen I was a teenager, we came home to see a light waving around in Harvey Asseltine’s. The police were called and they told us they couldn’t come unless someone picked then up. Their cruiser was in the garage.

Neil LarmourBlair Hurdis fire hall entrance was to the right of the police station entrance. Many good times up there

Carol McDonaldThose were good old days when the police walked the beat and knew everyone, and if they didn’t know they’d find out. Many times took kids home to parents , telling them to keep track of their kids activities. Most of the policemen took an interest in all things around town.

Carol McDonald Wayne Jimmy and Paul. All brought me home a few times to Ed and I think one time it would have been better to not been taken home lol

Lynne JohnsonYou just needed to check the street to see if the cruisers were parked to determine if they were out on patrol

Paul BergsmaI spent a night in the drunk tank there. lol–Chad Hastie they took us for a tour of the jail during VIP program in grade school and then when I was a little bit older I got to see it again. Lol

Marlene SpringerThe guys would race on Town Line when they knew where the town cars were!

Jeff IrvineI’ll never forget reading…..”KEITH LEE WAS HERE” carved in a bench! Actually laughed out loud

Karen DormanI used to babysit for Jim Lowe. One night he was taking me home in the cruiser when we meet Herbie at a corner. Jim just said taking the babysitter home and we went on our way.

Rob RussellHahahahaha, I love how a bunch of people I went to school with are commenting about spending some quality time inside those walls! The 90s were a special time!!!

The Sometimes “Keystone Cops Moments” of the Carleton Place Police

The Carleton Place Police – Whatcha’ Goin’ to Do When They Come For You?

Constable George McDonald — The Fearless Mermaid of Carleton Place?

Dog Day Afternoon — The Only Bank Robbery EVER in Carleton Place

What’s in the Back Seat? Another Story of Our Carleton Place Police Force

82 Bottles of Booze on the Wall – 82 Bottles of Booze

Vandalism 1974 in Carleton Place

One Snowy Night in Carleton Place — A Short Memoir by Dennis Lloyd

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One Snowy Night in Carleton Place — A Short Memoir by Dennis Lloyd

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Karen McGee Thank you so much for this photo..
I found this photo among my Dads things. C. P. Police in 1982 in front of station when still at the townhall.. Fr. Row r/l Brian Sonnenburg, Wayne Drummond, my Dad Chief Ray McIsaac, J. Dezell, Jim Birtch, Back r/l/?, ?, Ronnie Latham, Terry Williams.

Dennis– this story was way to good when you posted in my timeline… Had to post it LOLOL- Linda

One snowy night I spent most of the night in Carleton Place jail. My buddy played guitar and sang at the Legion, and I played spoons. On this night, we were not drinking at all, and at evening’s end assisted the Legion ladies by carrying the cases of empties downstairs for them. Upon leaving around 1:30 to heavy snow, I invited my buddy back to my place so I could drive him home.

On Bridge Street, a town cop car (before OPP) stopped and we were requested to get into the cruiser. After our protests, we were escorted to jail which was then located in the Town Hall.

After much discussion, we were informed that it was a “slow night” – and would my buddy play guitar for them? He entertained them until 4am, and we were allowed to go. I lived just around the corner, so I walked home. The sargeant – my buddy’s cousin – insisted on driving him home.

The next day, I was informed that, upon pulling into the driveway, the sergeant turned on the cruiser’s flashing lights, knowing that his parents’ bedroom window was right there above the garage. He had lots of convincing to do next morning…

I LOVE Carleton Place!

Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum


Midnight at the museum part 2: These handcuffs were used by the Carleton Place Police Force until they were taken over by the O.P.P. in 2003. If only they could speak, we’re sure they could tell us a million interesting stories.

The Sometimes “Keystone Cops Moments” of the Carleton Place Police

The Carleton Place Police – Whatcha’ Goin’ to Do When They Come For You?

What’s in the Back Seat? Another Story of Our Carleton Place Police Force

Women Gave Police Lots of Trouble in the 1800s

Constable George McDonald — The Fearless Mermaid of Carleton Place?

Big Frank Rose –The First OPP Officer in Lanark County

Ray McIsaac Files- 1960 Ray Hedderson

What’s in a Picture?- Mill Street– Ray Paquette

Who You Going to Call? The Constables of 1861

Who You Going to Call? The Constables of 1861

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Who You Going to Call? The Constables of 1861

 

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Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage  Museum-by Blaine Cornell–This is his Dad Herb Cornell with Ray McIsaac- Check out the corner after the old Taylor’s Garage. There was a building there where there is an empty parking lot now next to Spartan’s Pizza

 

Ted Hurdis-I remember walking home from school one day and I threw a stone at a stop sign. Herb Cornell saw me and he scared the life out of me for doing that. Funny the things you remember from childhood I never threw another one!! Of course he knew who I was and my family..

 

List of Constables for 1861

Perth:

William Gill, High Constable

Duncan McKerracher, George Deacon, Peter Henralty, John Trace, Samuel Farmer, John McMaster, George Graham, John Bone, Robert Balderson, John riddle, George Corry, William Butler, James Todd

Drummond

  1. Code, Jr., Innisville
  2. McLaren, 8th Concession

Thomas Horax, Joseph McCaffrey, Richard Sharple(?), William Robinson, Jr., John Hollinger, Patrick Murphy

Bathurst

Charles McKinnon, William Buffam, C. Bothwell, Thomas Churchill, Richard Lee, John Manion, Patrick Malone

North Elmsley

Walter Hogg, Thomas O’Harra, Perry Caswell

Burgess

Alexander Abercrombie, Thomas Byrne, Gilbert Wilson, Jr.

Smith’s Falls

J.W. Caswell, Elias Brown, Edward Gilroy, Levi Davis, William Edgar

 

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Perth, during ‘Old Home Week’, 1948. This picture was preserved in the family album of Constable Dan Lee (standing at far left). The vertical sign of Harry’s Café is visible on the right. (1948 “Old Home Week” souvenir booklet, Perth)-Photo from The Fong Johnston Family in Perth

Ramsay

Samuel Bulger, William Gilmour, Norman Shipman, Daniel Culvin, Daniel Drummond

Montague

Charles Rose, Harvey Moffat, Thomas Graham, John McCrea, George McGrath, John Gilully, William Ringer

Darling

Peter Duncan, John Camelon

Dalhousie

John Morrison, Peter Cumming, Thomas Dunlop

North Sherbrooke

George Wilson

Pembroke Village

George Patterson, John Dewar, John Ryan, John Berry

South Sherbrooke

Samuel Hannah, John Buchanan, John Dowdle, William Morrow, George Setler(?) Setler

Lanark Village

Alexander Hunter, Jacob Gallinger, Francis Turner, Noble Burnett

Beckwith

A Campbell Ashton, Peter Drummond, James McGregor

Carleton Place

George McPherson, Nathaniel McNeeley, Abraham McCuffrey, Joseph Bond

Pakenham

John Elliott, James McLeod, James Ellis

Lanark Township

James Rankin, Alexander McCallum, Thomas Duechman, Archibald Campbell

Franktown

John Morris

John McKerracher

 

 

Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read.

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in Hometown News and now in The Townships Sun

Related reading

Forgotten Mill Street

Constable George McDonald — The Fearless Mermaid of Carleton Place?

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

Dog Day Afternoon — The Only Bank Robbery EVER in Carleton Place

What’s in the Back Seat? Another Story of Our Carleton Place Police Force

82 Bottles of Booze on the Wall – 82 Bottles of Booze

McIsaac and Cornell– Not Your Regular Guys

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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

 

A few months ago I put this photo up on Facebook and people just went nuts. How great is this picture and today when I was searching for something on the Carleton Place and Beckwith Museum Facebook page I found these comments:

 

Peter BradleyHerb use to bring us moose meat when he went hunting, he would sit outside our gate on High Street with the speed trap and I would take the car numbers down for him; only Ontario plates, out of province cars were too much paperwork! He was a proper town copper. The best!

Ted Hurdis I remember them both. We had a peeping tom problem back then. He use to come every Sunday night. We couldn’t catch him and Herb said ” Boyd if you kill him make sure he is on your property ” good sound advice from the chief. Hahaha

Valerie Edwards–My memory of Herb – he would & could tell your parents what you were up to before you got home to make an excuse. Actually it was a good thing growing up with the knowledge that someone was watching out for you & they knew who you belonged to. Sure inconvenient as a kid but gave you a sense of belonging not like nowadays where no one cares.

Want to see more? Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read.

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in Hometown News

 

Constable George McDonald — The Fearless Mermaid of Carleton Place?

Dog Day Afternoon — The Only Bank Robbery EVER in Carleton Place

What’s in the Back Seat? Another Story of Our Carleton Place Police Force

82 Bottles of Booze on the Wall – 82 Bottles of Booze

The Carleton Place Police – Whatcha’ Goin’ to Do When They Come For You?

Forgotten Mill Street

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Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage  Museum-by Blaine Cornell

Blaine Cornell brought this in this week. This is his Dad Herb Cornell with Ray McIsaac- Check out the corner after the old Taylor’s Garage. There was a building there where there is an empty parking lot now next to Spartan’s Pizza. Anyone remember what that was?

For all the folks asking what was on the corner where the town empty parking lot is now next to Spartans you can see the building which was formerly Don Switzers garage .I believe later on it was run by Mel Phillips , Susan’s dad

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Constable George McDonald — The Fearless Mermaid of Carleton Place?

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

Dog Day Afternoon — The Only Bank Robbery EVER in Carleton Place

What’s in the Back Seat? Another Story of Our Carleton Place Police Force

82 Bottles of Booze on the Wall – 82 Bottles of Booze

You Can Lean on Me- Faces of Carleton Place

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Photos from the Carleton Place Canadian files from the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum

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Lean on me, when you’re not strong
And I’ll be your friend
I’ll help you carry on

 

The Carleton Place Police – Whatcha’ Goin’ to Do When They Come For You?

Constable George McDonald — The Fearless Mermaid of Carleton Place?

Dog Day Afternoon — The Only Bank Robbery EVER in Carleton Place

What’s in the Back Seat? Another Story of Our Carleton Place Police Force

82 Bottles of Booze on the Wall – 82 Bottles of Booze

What if You Had a Fire and No One Came?

Fires in Carleton Place–James Gillies House

Before and After in Carleton Place

Bridge Street V.E. Day Parade Photos- Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum

 

Just Beat It! Carnival Riot in Carleton Place

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Sometimes you don’t find local epic stories in the newspaper archives. It begins as hearsay, and the more you dig around, the more infuriated you get– until you finally get the story. When I did the stories about the hippies in Carleton Place I kept hearing about a huge fight at Riverside Park in Carleton Place. But, the story only came in drips and drabs, and there was no mention anywhere. Until last week…

At the Town Hall tea celebrating the Queen’s longevity I heard the rumour once again from the St. James table, and Jennifer Fenwick Irwin from the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum suggested I ask Duncan Rogers. In the space of 10 minutes of asking I had a copy of a newspaper report in my hands from 1969. Wow Mr. Rogers- wow–is all I can say.

The riot at Riverside Park had nothing to do with the local hippies. It was created by a long running feud between angry local teenagers and a visiting King’s Carnival troupe. Tempers had flared after a town youth had been badly beaten while walking his girlfriend through the park.

Shortly after 1 am on a Sunday night about 150 local Carleton Place youths gathered close to the Carnival at Riverside Park brandishing tire irons and wrenches. The teenagers began to throw rocks and bottles at the carnival workers in their booths The five-man local police force had no choice but to move in quickly. Sergeant Ray McIsaac also summoned the local fire brigade. When things looked like they were getting out of hand he obtained help from 15 men from the Perth division of the OPP to help control the situation.

Mayor James Arnold Julian arrived at 2 am and tried to persuade the teenagers to leave the area. When no one paid attention to his request he threatened to read the *Riot Act. Now my father used to threaten me with the riot act when I misbehaved, but I had no idea that such an act really existed. Whether or not the act was still in place, Julian meant business. Finally, his threats and jets of water from the fire hoses broke the crowd up around 3 a.m. The Carnival decided it was best if they left town, and aided by police protection they quickly left at 6 a.m.

Chief Herb Cornell of Carleton Place said the teenagers had no idea what danger they could have faced. After a week of trouble brewing and tempers flaring, the Carnival people had been ready for them. Some of them carried firearms to protect themselves and would have used them if necessary. The mayor said just one of the carneys could have taken out any 10 local youths and “had them for breakfast”.

“It would have been a slaughter if they had met,” Mayor Julian added.

Only one local youth was arrested with disturbing the peace and three carneys were detained at the county jail and were charged with assault and occasioning bodily harm. So yes Virgina, a riot really happened in Carleton Place

*The Riot Act, which was more formally called ‘An act for preventing tumults and riotous assemblies, and for the more speedy and effectual punishing the rioters’ actually contained this warning:

“Our sovereign Lord the King chargeth and commandeth all persons, being assembled, immediately to disperse themselves, and peaceably to depart to their habitations, or to their lawful business, upon the pains contained in the act made in the first year of King George, for preventing tumults and riotous assemblies. God save the King.”

The punishments for ignoring the Act were severe – penal servitude for not less than three years, or imprisonment with hard labour for up to two years.

 

From Rick Roberts..

That was quite a night!. I agree that it is fortunate that the two opposing sides didn’t get into full contact. Many of the carnies were armed with knives. The local teens of which I was one, were mostly armed with anger, fists and sticks. Events over the previous days had been building up tensions as carnies harassed local teens around town. The night before, me and two friends were confronted in front the of the Embassy Restaurant by 3 carnies (where Mr Mozzarella is now). The carnies initially attempted to intimidate us. When that didn’t get the desired result, one of the carnies pulled a swith blade knife. We were unarmed. Luckily for us, at that exact moment a car stopped on bridge street in front of the liquor store (where Caldwell Banker real estate is now). The driver jumped out (I recall that it was Tommy Steele but could not swear to it). He ran up and kicked the knife out of the hand of the carnie. That broke up the deadlock. The following night we were in the crowd of teenagers at the riot, not really knowing what we were getting into. Luckily the two sides were kept apart as the local teens approached Riverside Park.

 


CLIPPED FROM
Ottawa Daily Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
28 Jul 1888, Sat  •  Page 5

Linda J.

14 hr. ago

I was ONE of those Carnies only 23 yrs old and terrified. My husband of only 2 years was the youngest son of the Owner of King Shows and when it started to get real loud and ugly the family women were ushered into the show.s office which was a made over bus with a very heavy door. We were told to not open the door until it was safe. We could only hear outside loud yelling and pounding against car roofs. The time passed so slowly and ee feared for our lives. Yes it was a good thing that the two sides didn.t get to physically meet as there surely would have been serious injuries, if not deaths. We were up all night and once we got packed up the OPP escorted us safely out of town. Never experienced anything like this ever again. What a flash back in memory.