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Podcast Episode #11: W. Earl Umpherson- Lanark County Mill Man
Lanark County, where the mills outlasted the people who built them — and sometimes the people who built them outlasted the mills too. Today we’re covering a piece by linda seccaspina that braids together family memory, local industrial history, and the long arc of a rural Ontario community built around timber and water. Let’s start with the man, the mill, and the county that shaped both. Read-…
Monday Was Laundry Day... If the Creek Wasn't Too Muddy
Imagine telling someone today that your neighborhood’s washing machine was a creek running across the middle of the road. They’d probably assume you’d wandered into a historical reenactment—or had simply lost the plot. Yet according to longtime resident Edouard Bigras, that’s exactly how life worked in Rochesterville in the early 1870s. Today’s bustling Preston Street would have been almost…
Cemeteries 101 of Carleton Place -- plus list- and "what is buried outside of the fence?"
Cemeteries have an unfortunate reputation for being quiet. Spend enough time wandering the historic burial grounds around Carleton Place, however, and you quickly discover they are positively chatty. Every weathered stone, crooked fence, and suspiciously old maple seems to have a story, although some insist on making you work for it. Take the United Cemeteries—St. Fillans, Maple Wood, and Pine…
The Cemeteries - Almonte etc 101- Inluding the Coulter plots, the Pest House and Cemetery List
If cemeteries could talk, Almonte would never need a historical society. Every headstone would have an opinion, every angel would interrupt, and at least three Scottish pioneers would insist everyone else was remembering the story incorrectly. Almonte’s cemeteries are much more than peaceful resting places. They are the town’s oldest address books, family albums, immigration records, and…
The Cemeteries 101- Hopetown Middleville and Lanark
If cemeteries could talk, Lanark Highlands would need a very large “Quiet Please” sign. These peaceful resting places scattered through Middleville, Hopetown, and Lanark Village are filled with the stories of the hardy Scottish pioneers who arrived in the 1820s, armed with little more than determination, a Bible, and an astonishing willingness to clear forests by hand. In Middleville, the…
The Beginning of Hood's Corner.....
Photo from Sandwalk: A Mormon Tale The Hoods were among the first Scots to look at the wilderness of Dalhousie Township and decide that what it really needed was more hard work. In 1820 and 1821, when most sensible people preferred dry feet and reliable roads, the Hood family crossed the Atlantic aboard the sailing ship Prompt, exchanged Scotland’s green hills for Lanark County’s endless rocks,…
The Fires of Westport - 1866 and 1971
Westport News Clipped from The Ottawa Citizen, 15 Aug 1931, Sat, Page 30 In 1866, Westport wasn’t yet the postcard-perfect village of kayaks, cafés, and weekend wanderers. It was a bustling mill town where the air smelled of fresh-cut pine, leather from the tannery, and the unmistakable aroma of opportunity. If there had been a town slogan, it might well have been, “Mind the sawdust.” At the…
The Call of the Wild..... Linda Knight Seccaspina
November, 2014 There is a mini cupcake revolving slowly in my microwave as I write this. It is not a large cupcake. It is not even a respectable-sized cupcake. It is one of those tiny little temptations that whispers, “Surely one bite won’t hurt.” It lies. Anything with flour is strictly forbidden for my celiac-ridden body. Wheat and I parted company years ago under very unpleasant…
Les Aventures de Angine de Poitrine # 8-All the way from La Baie, Québec! Allons-y! #anginedepoitrine
Attache ta tuque mes amis!!! The Americans finally met Angine de Poitrine today, and judging by the reactions, someone accidentally tossed a lit firecracker into Newport Jazz Festival’s punch bowl. Today, July 31, the viral Québecois duo—guitar wizard Khn and drumming cyborg Klek—marched onto the stage in their trademark polka dots and papier-mâché masks and played. Or, perhaps “detonated” is…
Rev. J. L. Gourlay's Tavern History about Hazeldean, Stittsville, Eagleson, Ashton etc. (Goulburn)
There was a time when Goulbourn Township wasn’t something you drove through with a coffee balanced in the cupholder while wondering if your GPS had lost its mind. It was a place where every cleared acre represented blistered hands, every stone house was built one rock at a time, and entertainment involved watching someone argue over who deserved the best pew in a church that hadn’t even been…
The Tale of Grandmother Dunn Who Walked Into Lanark History
This story was told in 1952.. Some families pass down silverware, and others inherit china. The Dunn family inherited something far more valuable—a story that deserves to be framed in oak and hung above every fireplace in Lanark County. When James Dunn and his wife Elizabeth Jane Gibson celebrated their golden wedding anniversary in June, 1952, they had every reason to smile. Fifty years of…
Saturday Morning at Eaton's -- March 9, 1912
Image by Linda The Saturday Bargain List at Eaton’s advertised the night before in vatious newspapers in March of 1912 was never merely a sale; it was a competitive sport disguised as respectable shopping. This particular bargain list for that Saturday reads like the diary of an overly enthusiastic department store determined to empty every floor before Monday morning. The jewellery counter…
The 1982 House Tour -- The Rintoul House - Dr. Hanna Info
The Ottawa Citizen Ottawa, Ontario, Canada • Sat, May 15, 1982Page 79 The 1981 House Tour Text- Linda S. There was a time when people paid good money to peer into other people’s cupboards, admire their wallpaper, and politely ask, “Is that original pine?” Long before reality television convinced us every renovation required tears and a dramatic reveal, the Almonte Town and Country House Tour…
Remembering the Limelight of life-- Linda Knight Seccaspina
Limelight NYC 1984 I was speaking with my friend Lindsay Fraser a few weeks ago. Both of us are seniors, and one benefit of old age is that your secrets are always safe with your friends. That’s because they can’t remember them. Lindsay and I discussed that both of us have had past lives and “we were once that person”. She was as a weekly internet columnist for CBC Radio’s CBO Morning in Ottawa…
In Memory of the Hendersons- Glenelvin Farm
There are some homes that seem to settle into the landscape so naturally you wonder if the trees grew up around them out of respect. Glenelvin Farm, tucked quietly into Ramsay Township just outside Almonte, is one of those places. You won’t find flashing lights or a gift shop at the end of its long cedar-lined driveway. Instead, you’ll find something much rarer—a home with nearly two centuries of…
Remember the O'Brien Theatre in Almonte?
There are buildings that quietly collect dust, and then there are buildings that collect careers. The stately landmark at 118 Mill Street in Almonte has spent more than a century changing résumés with the enthusiasm of someone who can’t settle on a LinkedIn profile. It has been a general store, a theatre, a bank, and a community hub. Frankly, the only job it hasn’t tried is running for…
The cook was found floating in the bottom of the well- George and Sussex Street 1865
Every old city has its ghost story, and Ottawa has one that begins with something as innocent as fetching a bucket of water. As history has repeatedly proven, very little good happens after midnight when someone says, “I’ll just grab some water.” Back in the sweltering summer of 1865 or 1866, the military barracks at the northeast corner of George and Sussex Streets relied on a deep stone well…