Rebekah Lodge celebrated their 80th birthday..front row-Sadie Perfitt, Doreen Stanley, Mary McDougall,Agnes Brown, Middle- Phyliss McPherson, Lottie Giles,Queenie Barr, Marion Kemp,Helen Shaw, Peggy Fraser,Ann McDougall, back row- Reta Mclaren, Francis Blair, Addie Elliot and Flora Sadler. They first held their meetings over the old Almonte Gazette office and then moved to the Orange Hall on Reserve Street where it remained until the building was sold.
SADLER, Flora (Life member of Pakenham Womens Institute, Past Grand Noble “At The Well Rebekah Lodge #29) Peacefully with her niece, Muriel Currie by her side in Almonte Country Haven on Sunday, November 6, 2005. Flora Sadler of Almonte in her 103rd year Beloved daughter of the late Thomas H. Sadler and his wife the late Annie Margaret Keating. Predeceased by a sister; Mrs. Agnes Liptak and by 5 brothers; Gordon, Harold, James, Norman and Nelson. Also survived by several nieces and nephews. Friends may call at the C.R. GAMBLE FUNERAL HOME & CHAPEL 127 Church Street, Almonte for visiting on Tuesday from 2 to 4 and 7 to 9 p.m. and where Service will be held in the Chapel on Wednesday at 11 a.m. The Ven. Rob Davis officiating. Interment St. Mark’s Anglican Cemetery, Pakenham. Donations in memory of Flora may be made to Almonte Country Haven or the Almonte General Hospital and would be much appreciated by her family.
Tina Lynn Guilbeault-Hartley, was born at the Ottawa General Hospital on March 21, 1986. Her projected birth date was July 12. After 141 days in her mother’s womb, or just over 20 weeks, Tina Lynn weighed one pound, two ounces. She spent five months in an incubator at the Children’s Hospital of Eastern Ontario, and later was rushed back to the hospital several times suffering from lack of oxygen. Her parents say her fragile health at the one time prompted them to remain quiet about her astonishing survival. At 18 months of age, she was still smaller than her peers, but doctors did not detect any long-term problems.
Tina Lynn Guilbeault-Hartley danced away Sunday afternoon with a giant stuffed owl. She was among about 3,000 people who attended the second annual babies alumni picnic at Ottawa General Hospital. Guilbeault-Hartley, 2, brought along her parents and grandparents. “She’s so active,” said her mother Lynda Hartley. “You need to be an octopus to keep up with her. You need eight arms.”
The picnic was a fundraiser for neonatal research at the hospital. It is not enough for medical science to give a two-pound baby a chance to live, said perinatologist Dr. Philip Hall. At a cost of $100,000 to treat a premature baby, he said, doctors would do more good if they could prevent such problem births. “This is a beautiful event,” said Hartley. “It’s great fun for the kids, and the hospital gets some money. “We’re very grateful for such events. Without fundraisers like this my daughter might not be alive.” said her mother.
I knew nothing of Tina’s back story until today when she told me. Tina Lynn was predicted to have a fragile life until 3, and she is now 37– so what has happened to her? What is her life like now?
Her Mother Linda passed away and I posted this in 2017 on Facebook.
Today’s local #strongwoman is Tina Lynn. Her mother Lynda Hartley passed away barely a week ago and today is Tina Lynn’s birthday. I know how hard it is to lose your mother and especially to cancer. Mother’s are someone who will love you unconditionally until their last breath and that Tina your mother did. Both of these women are my #strongwomen of the day. March 2017
Tina Lynn at the age of 37 now has terminal ovarian cancer. She wanted what all of us wanted–her top two wishes were a baby and a car. She decided to pace herself and get healthy, save for a car and get her driver’s license. She was alone when she was diagnosed at Stage 3, and when they operated they were not sure if it was 100% cancer –but she asked them to keep her left ovary just in case. Her diagnosis after the operation after was that there was no way she could have a child.
Now, the cancer has spread to her lymph nodes and she is considered terminal. Sadly, her life has been diagnosed wth less than a three year life span. All the money she saved is gone now as it helped her until she could get on aid programs. Tina wishes she could wake up some morning and hear the words ‘the cancer is gone’ but that is not going to happen. When I spoke with her she told me she tries to stay positive and mentally charged for each day, but she gets tired and some days it’s hard to concentrate.
I can’t imagine how I’d handle this situation Tina, but I know that I wouldn’t be able to pull it off with the grace and strength that you display!
I asked Tina what would make her happy. She said she wanted everyone to pray for her– and if you don’t pray, just please think good thoughts for her. She has come through a lot in her lifetime. Cancer can take away all of your physical abilities, but it can’t touch the mind, your heart, and your soul– and Tina has had a lot of soul since she came into this world and she has fought every day since the very beginning.
Mrs. James McDougall, who has been in very poor health for sometime wandered away from home early Tuesday morning and for a couple of days organized search parties failed to find her. However, today (Thursday) she was brought back home by a gentleman named Bishop, who resides about twenty-two miles from town, beyond Carp. She had come to his place late Wednesday evening and explained her plight. He gave her accommodation for the night and drove her home on Thursday. It was a great relief to the family and friends who had become greatly alarmed for her safety.
Annie Elexey Duff was born in Carleton Place in 1871. Her early life was spent at “Oreno Villa”, the family homestead at Duff’s Bay on the 11th Concession of Beckwith. The Duff family was the last family to have logging rights on the Mississippi. She studied painting and fashion design in New York City in the late 1890’s and spent time working there for Vogue Magazine.
Temptation, Sin and it’s Antidote, 1893, oil on canvas. 7’ x 11’, National Gallery of Canada
In 1893 Duff painted Temptation, Sin and it’s Antidote which she had hoped to showcase at the World’s Columbian Exhibition. However, the work did not arrive in time. The painting was re-named Adam and Eve by the National Gallery of Canada upon its purchase in 1976 CLICK
Woman by the Sea, 1895, oil on canvas. 132.2 x 163.9 cm, National Gallery of Canada
In 1895, Duff painted Woman by the Sea, which was the first painting of maternity in Canada painted by a Canadian female artist, during a time in which female artists in Canada were not yet acknowledged for their contributions. The National Gallery of Canada purchased the work in 1976 in order to showcase Duff’s contribution to the art of Canada CLICK
Lover’s Walk around Parliament Hill (about half way up the cliff from the River). Sketched by Annie Duff from Beckwith Township, who studied art at Ottawa’s Coligny College beginning in 1890.
The CP&BM says that: “After graduation Annie worked at Topley’s Photography Studio on Sparks Street, and later went to New York City where she worked as an illustrator for Vogue Magazine.
William James Topley (1845-1930) produced many of the historic images seen in these pages. For a time he operated the most successful photographic studio in Ottawa, documenting the architecture and social life of the city as it grew from a raw outpost into a suave little capital. In 1875 W.J. Topley broke away from Notman and opened his own establishment – in an extravagant combined studio and residence designed by King Arnoldi at the southeast corner of Metcalfe and Queen Streets. Read more here CLICK
A question to you and your followers is anybody know the names and possible location of this picture.
It says McNeely family, Denyson Duff- Verne Anne Elexy Duff- Bill Jim (or something like that.)
Lynda McNeely Fitzpatrick
The above picture is one of my family. My Great Grandfather , Great Grandmother, Great Aunts, Great Uncle and Grandfather. They are standing in front of their home on Moffat Street, Carleton Place. I spent many a summer with my Great Aunt Lex. I have meet all the above except for Uncle Bill and the Great Grand parents
Jennifer Fenwick Irwin said: “I have to look it up but one of Annie’s sisters married a McNeely and named her children after her sisters, so there was another generation with names like Denysa and Elexey. In fact, Denysa jr. was in here last winter donating stuff and just passed away.
No! That’s NOT just MY size! Linda Knight Seccaspina
My very first job when I was young and thin was working as an assistant fashion designer in a children’s wear firm. It wasn’t the most glamorous work, but I gained a lot of much needed experience. Even in those days they had an official Canadian children’s sizing chart that clothing companies had to adhere to. When you bought your kids clothing you knew that a size 2 was a size 2 no matter what company produced it. So, what ever happened to the women’s clothing industry? The average woman is now about 25 pounds heavier than she was in 1960. Yet larger women are sent to the new plus-size clothing racks, usually defined now as size 14 and up.
I can buy three pairs of jeans in the same size and when I get them home good luck getting two pairs of them on. Jean companies advertise how advanced their fits are and call them “Just My Size”. Well, I’ll tell you what jean companies are- they are not “Just My Size”, but I assume they might fit someone else! Or, how about the trendy stores who sell sizes 0 to 10 for the cool kids. You know the ones–which targets the trendy folks who favour coffee over food. Last time I got a 10 on was my shoe size.
When I had my own clothing store years later I had to assure customers that some companies made their clothing way too small and if you needed a size 9 you might as well try on a 13. Sometimes I had to comfort many a customer because they thought they had gained weight.
More women have developed eating disorders now over the size of clothing than anything else. Retail stores do not help either with their skinny mirrors. These mirrors are not a piece of fiction – they do exist and are a threat to our ‘round bottomed nation’. When my store took over the main floor once occupied by a major Canadian fashion chain I warned everyone about the mirrors. They were all built on a slight angle and everyone looking at their reflection appeared 5-7 pounds thinner.
The fashion designers do not help either, and even the ageing ones seem to feel everyone over 40 should be a size 2 or a 6 at the most. Can these people not design anything that flatters our prime ‘muffins tops’ and the ‘bicycle racks’ we proudly wear on our upper backsides? Let alone the horrible matronly prints they use; heck that would be another book in itself.
A store I would personally like to shake my finger at is that huge pink lingerie chain, who feels they offer women the best in intimate apparel. Maybe they do, but are they really thinking about youth stylings instead of someone who is packing some cleavage and the results of a family meal or two?
If you order a bra from their mail order catalogue you will notice a huge difference from a similar item that you purchase from one of their retail stores. Sizing seems to be different and the side boning is awful. A few wears and a wash and those under wires are going to be digging for gold in your armpits for hours. Someone told me to ignore the pink lingerie stores as their sizes are based on the models who are actually angels (ever see their wings in the fashion show?) and everyone knows celestial sizes run small.
When Subway advertises a foot long sandwich it is a true foot long. Why is it so hard for the fashion industry to understand this? I had eating disorders all my life trying to get into clothing that was made way too small. But for decades now I have tried to calm the minds of women who have struggled with a negative body image their entire lives. I am now ancient and I just tell everyone I am a “4 dressed up as a 9″. Okay, maybe a long way from a 9, but I wear something comfortable that is really just my size and not yours! As they say, the clothes from the internet generally don’t quite fit well, but you have to admit their boxes are great. In the end remember:
People who have had too many cocktails, children and leggings always tell the truth!
Be proud of who you are and don’t change for anyone!!
What Do Women Really Want? After Valentine’s Thoughts….
Linda Knight Seccaspina
I’m not anti-love, in fact I watch an average of 5 Hallmark movies a week. I thought Valentine’s Day was romantic when I was in Grade 1, but by the time I got to Grade 3 it seemed that it was nothing but business transactions between the card and chocolate companies. In fact for a couple of decades I decided I didn’t need some popular opinion to tell me what my wants or needs would be for a man. In fact, I had a list. Yes, I had a list and I remember it well.
In the grooming department I wanted no dirty combs growing bacteria in some back jeans pocket. Of course that would be the rule only if the fella had hair. Lessons on “wipe-downs and aim” would be needed, and green things growing in a toilet bowl were not usually the mark of a real man in my mind.
A generous supply of toilet paper must be available, and stocking the bathroom with paper towels from the gym, gas station, and other such places was a no-no. Pants should not be considered portable hand towels. Having many empty spools of toilet paper scattered as kick-toys is not a big turn-on for many women. Reminders should be mentioned frequently that if there is no toilet paper in the house your sheets aren’t really clean. Also, I would prefer no mockery at all about the 18 bottles of hair products I have in my bathroom.
In his home, decorating floors is not really an efficient shelf. Retro is not cheap furniture, and using a mattress or a futon on the floor? Listen, if you’re old enough to bend over to change the sheets, you’re old enough for a big-boy bed. In the retro theme of home decorating, Lava lamps are not making a comeback. Black light went out in the 60s and 70s and that spooky velvet paint-by-number on the wall does not make the entire room come together. Even if he passed the test there was a bottom line. If he has a collection of action figures, he better have a law or medical degree, or better yet- a substantial trust fund.
Real dishes in the kitchen are important to me as I don’t care to eat out of containers and use plastic cutlery. (Please note that these rules changed once I was older and had a big crowd over) Obviously, a restraining order and messages from your ex-wife on the answering machine are particularly unappealing to me either. If you disagree with some of these maybe you don’t really want me as a girlfriend or wife, and just be thankful you have that internet connection!
Love should not be complicated– but it is. I’ve had my share of doozies and I’m sure I was a real piece of work to some of my dates. The world is a mess but I’m glad my Steve is in it even though we did have to have a chat about his use of plastic cutlery and paper plates in his kitchen. Since there was no taxidermy anywhere on the walls, I gave it a pass.
A few years ago at the local Heritage dinner a beautiful diamond ring from Burns Jewellers was the big ticket. I joked with Steve that if he won, he was going to have to get down on his knees and ask me to marry him for a second time. He might have passed the list, but he had never gotten down on one knee and popped the question. That was still a stickler on my imaginary list that one might blame the Hallmark Channel for.
Sadly we did not win– but a good friend did. I was thrilled for her– but what did she do? She put the ring down on the table and told Steve it was his. We were flabbergasted, just flabbergasted, and I think I was in shock. In front of a capacity crowd at the Town Hall Steve got down on one knee and asked me to marry him again. I could not stand up, I was completely frozen.There in the middle of Carleton Place on a cold winter’s night in February I got my Hallmark moment.
In my confusion I did not realize Father David was there and we could have done the marriage roundup a second time right then and there. When I mentioned it to the good padre after the fact he said,
“Well, we’ve still got the parking lot!!”
My lists are gone forever and I laugh when I think about it today. The thing is: you should love your special guy or gal all year long, not on one
day, and get rid of the lists. But, you can still buy me discounted chocolates the day after Valentine’s. You have to admit that nothing is hotter than a bargain!
A Short History of Knox Presbyterian Church, Manotick Ontario The completion of the Rideau Canal saw settlements in Nepean, Osgoode, Gloucester and North Gower. Many of the workers on the canal were stone masons from Scotland and the settlement of some of these people formed the nucleus to establish Presbyterian Churches. In 1846 a recognized congregation was organized at Long Island; the cemetery is on the River Road, not far from the locks. By 1875 the congregation had grown to such a size that they decided to build a larger church – and closer to the village of Manotick. A red brick church was erected in 1877 on what is now the vacant lot on the south side of Bridge Street at its intersection with Long Island Road. This building was demolished in 1951.
The present Presbyterian Church on Mill and Dickinson Streets was built on land donated by Thomas Cummings and opened in August 1926. An addition was added in 1986 that included a balcony, offices, Christian Education rooms, washrooms and updated kitchen facilities.
What was the social amusement that the congregation did not care for ?
A young woman has a perfect right to propose marriage, to a young man according to the decision of the Presbyterian church whose members listened last night to an energetic debate on the subject by four of its members. The negative end of the argument failed when its church supporters tried to urge that a woman was not a person in the strictest sense of the law as she could not sit in the senate. The decision was won by the affirmative, however, owing to the masterly argument put up by its defendants, two women of the parish. The remainder of the evening was spent in games.
Christa and me at the North Lanark Regional Museum
This morning I got up and saw this post from Christa Lowry the mayor of Mississippi Mills. I had to say something and stand up for all the women in Lanark County and elsewhere.
Someone sent me these screenshots today ( below). The post and accusations hit so far below the belt a response was required. For well over 4 years I have not responded to any of the ludicrous statements, or the fictitious (and sometimes vicious) assertions made about me. But these latest comments cross way over the line and are far beyond what could be considered political discourse. I respect myself too much to sit by and let someone attempt to body-shame me or suggest how I feel about my own body. No one speaks for me.
For the record, these photos were taken days apart and no photoshop was used. I don’t even have photoshop. The differences: on the left I’m standing in front of a big sunny window wearing makeup and used a flattering camera angle. On the right, my makeup and hair aren’t “done” and the photo is taken from a lower position. That’s it. (Although, I did notice this person altered the photo on the right – I was wearing a bright turquoise shirt that day but it has all been made to look grey…funny).
And you know what, I think I look great in both! One is planned and intentional, and in the other I was just happy to see my good friend Linda Seccaspina and have strawberry shortcake at the Appleton Museum. Both are awesome photos and neither make me feel even a drop less confident, beautiful or worthy. It’s about damn time we stopped telling women otherwise.
When did it become ok in our society to make baseless accusations and provide uninvited comments about women’s bodies? And what does any of that have to do with my politics or community leadership?
We must stop accepting this kind of behaviour in our community and in politics at ALL levels. We need to do so much better than this.
Those people who are directly-responsible for the welfare of the county of Lanark, the elected representatives, would concur the county is a beautiful place to live in, the urban centres modern and progressive, the people alert to new ideas and keenly aware of the need for continuing progress. In the most part they would be right, however there is one area in which the county is completely backward – that is in the electing or appointment of women to municipal or community office.
Christa said : “I feel so violated and attacked!”
It is not easy being a woman in politics since this is predominantly a male territory. Women have to work harder. We have to prove ourselves more. We have to be more assertive. Politics is a man’s society– and most of the elected officials are men.
Many of the barriers women face right now have to do with the increased scrutiny that women are under generally. Women are judged much more harshly on social media. The internet gives people approval from a judging world.
Negative comments in terms of body image are the hardest thing that women probably struggle with. But I think the best thing that we can do as strong women is to take that negativity and use it in a positive way. There are so many young kids on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter to not send the message of hate on to. Let’s pass on good words instead. This is my body- So Christa…. we love you and you are one of the strongest women I know…. and as you said, “What does any of that have to do with my politics or community leadership?”
Linda Seccaspina 8th female councillor of Carleton Place,Ontario since 1925 when women got the vote.
“Insecure people only eclipse your sun because they’re jealous of your daylight and tired of their dark, starless nights.”
Life was not easy for women. I try to document these stories of the hardships they went through. Eliza was deaf and my heart just breaks for her. She died at age 36, four years after this happened.
Working name of US author Julius Warren Lewis (1833-1920), who called himself “the Dumas of America”, and who recorded himself on census returns as Leon Lewis; much of his early work was done in collaboration with his wife, the romance author Harriet Lewis (1841-1878).
In 1856 Leon Lewis had married 15 year old Harriet Newell O’Brien, born at Penn Yann, N. Y. in 1841. Harriet began writing serials for the New York Weekly in 1865. Between 1868 and 1878 the two authors wrote separately and in collaboration for the New York Ledger. The couple was so popular that they were paid enormous sums by the story papers and lived in “grand style” at Penn Yann. Harriet Lewis died 20 May, 1878 at Rochester, N.Y. She was 37 years old.
Harriet’s Husband Leon Lewis
Julius Warren Lewis, better known as “Leon” Lewis, was born in Southington, Connecticut, April 8, 1833, the second son but fourth child of James Dana Lewis and his wife Patty Bishop. His brothers and sisters were James B. (1825-1869), Sarah Ann (Mrs. Charles W. Risley, 1827-1921), Mary Ann (Mrs. George Bronson, 1830-1898), and John Woodruff (“Juan,” 1835-1919).
“Leon’s” schooling was limited to a few winter months while doing chores for his board and clothes on the farm of his uncle Gideon Dunham, the husband of James Dana Lewis’ sister Mary. He was, however, of a literary turn of mind, and began writing at the age of 18. He was also romantic, for about this time he read an article in a Sabbath School Journal, written and signed by “Harriet Newell” which impressed him and led to a correspondence with the writer, Harriet Newell O’Brien (1841-1878), of Penn Yan, New York.
Afterwards they met, were married in 1856 when she was 15 and he was 23, and thereafter lived in Penn Yan.Then began a literary collaboration which lasted during Harriet’s entire life. While each wrote independent stories, many were written in collaboration, and even some of those signed with Leon’s name were written by Harriet. In a letter to Robert Bonner, she wrote: No person, man or woman, has any hand in writing Mr. Lewis’ stories save myself. And no one assists me for I love to write better than to do anything else in the world. From Leon Lewis Click
In January 1879, Leon Lewis went ‘missing,’ from his home in Penn Yann, N.Y., leaving in scandalous circumstances. He sailed off to Europe in the company of his niece, “Miss Julia Wheelock, fifteen years of age.” At Brazil, Leon stepped off the steamer and married his young ward.
Leon Lewis was divorced from his second wife in 1913 and died at Winstead, Connecticut 28 Oct 1920.
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