Scot More June 23, 2023
We lost our Mother yesterday and heaven gained an angel. You taught us so much . Rest in Peace Mom. We sure will miss you!! I love you!! Xo
First of all Steve, myself, Skyler, Taryn, Perry and Stephanie would like to send our condolences to Tim and Scott and family on the loss of their mother. Words can’t express how saddened we are to hear of your loss. – from the Seccaspina’s and all the littles.
Let’s be honest, I didn’t know Barbara Couch that well. That’s because I was what one would call ‘starstruck’. Barbara was everywhere, and a force to be reckoned with in my mind when I moved here in 1981. I would see her signs and ads in all the corners of our hamlet. Sometimes I would see her shopping in FreshCo. There she would be unloading groceries on the conveyor belt with the perfect haircut and dressed in the best of fashion. I would stand there and stare at her leopard outfits just overblown how amazing she looked.
Yes, I myself may have carried a ‘fashionista torch’ through life, but to me Barbara was fabulous in all things. I would pass by her former house on High Street, or later, come to the corner of Bridge and High Street and see the former McCarten House and always know that Barbara lived there and smiled. She was always the person I yearned to be.
I used to give Carleton Place kids rides to concerts in Ottawa in the 80s and 90s. I knew Brock Zeman before he became the troubadour he now is, and when his colourful Mohawk once turned heads in town. One night he asked if a couple of Carleton Place kids could get a ride home from a concert, and of course there was no issue. The car was dark on Highway 7 as they chattered away and one kid said,
“Yeah, my Mum is Barbara Couch!”.
I can’t remember if it was Tim or Scot Moore, but I would put Vegas odds it was Scot. You have to understand I never relate anyone to whose family they belong too. If I know you, I know YOU, and it does not matter who your clan is. I value you for who you are in your own right, as that’s who I am.
I think my heart skipped a couple of beats and I told him what a great woman he had for a mother. That was a fact, as she worked hard and was a powerhouse in the community. Each week in The Canadian I would seek out her ads to read what she was selling.
“Another home sold by Barbara Couch”
This morning I got up and found out she had passed and suddenly a light went off in my brain. I remembered that car ride home from Ottawa, and that Scott, Tim and Barbara were mother and sons. I had never ever put them together, and for the life of me I don’t know why. I just add it up to appreciating folks for who they are and not relating family to family.
Tim and Scott, your mother meant the world to me. I thought she was the most awesome woman in Carleton Place, and my heart breaks for you both and your family. Losing a mother is one of the deepest sorrows a heart can know. But remember that her goodness, her caring, and her wisdom live on, like a legacy of love that will always be with you. May that love surround you now and bring you peace— and I will forever have iconic memories of your Mother.
Linda Seccaspina
From my son Skyler Seccaspina
When I was a kid, she was the first real estate agent whose sign caught my attention and sparked my interest. That was probably because it seemed like ‘BARBARA COUCH’ signs were present on every property that was for sale. It was the first realtor sign that I saw where I realized, ‘Ah, so that’s what you’ll see when a property is up for sale.’ Funny enough, years later, she would actually sell me my first investment property on Birch Avenue. I was hesitant just like anyone would be taking their first plunge into the market, but her knowledge was pivotal in getting both me and the deal across the finish line.
Skyler Seccaspina
The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada • Sat, Jun 15, 2013Page 61
Barbara Couch’s Carleton Place home is like a fairy tale come to life. Edged in white gingerbread, the three-storey Victorian house is filled with delicate treasures and magical Christmas decorations. Couch, a thriving real estate agent bought the red brick mansion five years ago and has renovated all 16 rooms in a manner reminiscent of their architectural past. Already decorated for the holidays, the floral-and-lace home sparkles with more than 5,000 miniature lights on four trimmed trees and along the black wrought-iron gate enclosing the side yard. Handpainted wooden ponies and a glittering garland encircle the outdoor gazebo like a jumbo toy carousel and an antique sleigh heaped with fresh-cut boughs is parked on the front lawn.
“I have a strong belief in Christmas the spirit of Christmas,” says Couch of her annual decorating blitz. “I guess I’m a little girl at heart.” Last weekend, more than 500 strangers paid $15 each for a close-up look at her exquisite antiques, homemade ornaments and Victorian art collection. The open house was part of a sold-out Christmas tour of six Carleton Place homes to raise money for the local St. Andrew’s Presbyterian Church. “This is me,” confesses Couch, looking around her pretty-in-pink parlor.
A skilled seamstress and all-around craft whiz, she makes most of her own pouf draperies, chintz table throws and dried flower arrangements. Music and Victorian collectibles are her obvious loves. A pump organ and grand piano in the front living room top her collection of antique instruments (she can’t play any of them) and a gallery of black-and-white prints all of females in gilded frames line the walls. For the past 10 years, Couch has been combing antique shops, estate auctions and private collections for rare pieces to add to her elaborate furnishings. Corners are filled with dainty porcelain dolls tucked in old English prams and plumed hats and vintage lace dresses are draped over armchairs and coat racks.
Running two successful businesses she also operates a local septic system pumping company. It takes Couch about a month to decorate for Christmas. And it’s not unusual to find the Perth native and her helpful band of elves stringing lights or hanging ornaments several nights well past midnight. “It’s a tradition I’m so fortunate to have so many special friends.” Like a frosted wedding cake, an artificial tree loaded with handmade lace bows and potpourri-filled balls is propped in the parlor doorway. White satin skirts the trunk and there are a few scattered gift boxes topped i ”If 1 with dried hydrangeas. Couch calls this her Victorian wedding tree, one of three theme trees displayed throughout the house.
“I like to name things,” she explains, “because it gives them more character.” In the library-motif family room, there’s an elegant gold and plum tree trimmed with small French homs and spray-painted flowers and twigs from Couch’s English garden. A toy steam engine sits idle on the floor, worn out from many good years of chugging around a make-believe track. Upstairs, a tree on the landing overflows with plush white teddy bears, tulle bows and pink lights. The playful setting is a new addition to this year’s decorated forest Couch wanted to do something for her sister, who’s dying of cancer. They designed the tree together.
Like all of the meticulously arranged rooms, the oval table in the formal dining room is set as if expecting company at any moment. A lace-trimmed tablecloth is artfully arranged over the ornate table, accented by fancy wine goblets, blush pink china and four gold candles. In the corner, a fragile china doll stares wide-eyed from a handpainted wicker carriage. But the glitter isn’t limited to the home’s interior. Perched on the front stoop, a small tree (Couch calls it “Charlie Brown,” but the tree is lush and beautiful) is dressed up in plaid bows, tiny lights and spray snow.
A garland is woven down the wooden handrails and chiming bells can be heard from the glowing sleigh. All that’s missing is Santa Claus..
The Ottawa Citizen
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada • Sat, 3 Dec 1994–Page 51