I am wondering if you might be able to help me gather some history on the farm house we moved into a few years back. It’s known as the mcneely farm on quarry road and lots of folks seem to have a story to share about visiting or growing up here. It was built in 1892. I am wondering if you might consider posting a picture of it on the Tales of Carleton Place page to see if anyone has memories, photos or stories about it? We found a note inside out fire place from Mr Lemaistre when he built that. I’m hoping I can get a few more gems from our community. Anyways I would love to know more about this house and land. I’m sure at nearly 130 years old it has some stories to tell!
(Also – there seems to be more than one McNeely farm or perhaps fold are misremembering the name of ours – when I had searched the group and an old map I had seen two other locations. Hoping I can get some clarity on the name, too!)
Muriel Simpson, Howard McNeely old farmhouse 4 corners McNeely where Independent now stands
Muriel did not live to see the day of box stores and having the new road and bridge named after the McNeely’s, and I often wonder today how often she would be complaining about the new structures. She would probably throw in a “Hmmph” and “For Land’s Sake” in the conversation every 60 seconds. Of course there is no doubt she would throw her hands up in the air and repeat what she would tell the neighbours when we were building the addition on my home.
Marg McNeely–Hi Linda…..I wish my father-in-law was alive…he could tell you all about the McNeely house on Franktown Road…..he was Lorne McNeely and he knew the two McNeely sisters who lived there. My hubby does remember the sisters living there and that they drove a 1939 or 1940 Buick.
Hi, Linda ~Don’t know if you might be interested in my Grandfather’s poem about the Sixth Line of Ramsay (now called Quarry Road)? In the 1950s, he had a farm there. Other farms on the Sixth Line belonged to McNeely, Rintoul, Thom, Sadler, Burns, Henry, Hilliards, and a new German Family ( see note from Eleanor Rintoul at the bottom) whose name escapes my Mother.
He went by W.J. Burns. He was a 5th generation resident of Ramsay Township. Am attaching a picture of him. In 1990, my Uncle compiled a small booklet of poems written by W.J. & my Aunt. Cheers,
*Eleanor Rintoul sent this to me.:
I’m married to a Rintoul from the 6th line and I have seen that poem before but it was good to be reminded of it.
I knew the German family as I had the two oldest children in school and I know when the Galbraith (S.S.# 5) closed so I thought I would fill in the blanks.
The school closed in 1968 the year Naismith School opened. (I might be off by a year.)
The German family were Matthias and Erma (or Irma) Hauch. I taught the two oldest children Achmed and Rosemarie.
The family moved to a farm near Chesterville and had three more children Harold, Susan and Sandy. I don’t know where they were living when these children were born — whether on the 6th line or after they moved to Chesterville.
Rosemarie was very involved in track and field at North ( or South) Dundas High school and went on to win many awards and trophies.
Check her out on Google.
I was Eleanor Clapp when I taught at Galbraith and married Frank Paul (son of Norman Paul, whom I think you knew)
I don’t know about you but when I drive down Quarry Road, I like to enjoy the beauty of Mother Nature- not admire the pattern of a long lost couch. Take this sofa please! This is not public shaming- I had different folks email me about it– I have no idea who this couch belongs to-it’s just THINK before you dump.
British actor Rowan Atkinson hams it up for photographers during a photo-call to promote his film “Mr Bean’s Holiday” in Germany, at Berlin’s Adlon hotel 22 March 2007. AFP PHOTO JOHN MACDOUGALL
So what’s a responsible sofa disposer to do?
Donate: This is a great idea on the surface, but many charitable organizations do not accept upholstered furniture at all, and the ones that do want it to be in good condition. What’s more, only a few will actually come and get it from your home. So call or check websites first. “Take a look at it. If you wouldn’t give it to a family member, don’t give it to them.”
Death of a sofa: Ask local theater groups or high school drama programs if they’d like an old couch for a stage prop. They’d probably want you to deliver it. And condition counts, unless it’s for something like “Death of a Salesman.”
One woman thought she was doing her co-workers a favor when she procured a neighbor’s “free” sofa-bed couch for the staff room, rolling it on a dolly down the street to her own driveway. Turned out the office didn’t want it, and as she weighed disposal options, it rained, and the couch got soaked. “Then stray cats started sleeping and urinating on it,” she said. That ruined any chance to donate it, so she and her husband pummeled it with a sledgehammer and took the metal bed frame and springs to a recycling center.
And when all else fails, grungy couches often end up on the side of the road. Like this one.