On sale at $25.00, contact Jeannie Smith at 613 833 2877 or e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org. The quilt itself will be on display in Dupuis house at the Cumberland Heritage Village Museum from Mothers’ Day until Thanksgiving. En français le titre est le même, Coût $25.00, contactez Jeannie Smith au 613 833 2877 ou par courriel : email@example.com. La couverture elle-même sera en exposition à la maison Dupuis au Musée-village du patrimoine
Rediscovery of a Cumberland WWII quilt with 700+ names stitched into it. List of names on signature quilt pages 1-10
Liz and Tish Ling across the street from Lancaster’s store ( later Lawless’ store) in Cumberland. The store was on the NE corner of Old Montreal Rd. and Cameron St. (c1965)
Here is a photo of Therese McNeely and someone else at Beckett’s Creek Falls, c. 1940’s.
The Winsor Hotel was demolished in 1965. It derived its name from John Winsor who owned and operated the hotel in the late 1880’s until 1897. (Photo credit Joan Lancaster) It was located at the corner of Old Montreal Rd and Dunning Rd. (the old 5th line) in the village of Cumberland. Cecil Barrett replaced it with a hardware store for a while.
Cumberland Township, Russell County, Ontario is a place east of Ottawa where a variety of individuals came at the beginning of the 19th century to fi nd opportunity or to settle and farm. There were no known pre-existing settlements, no largescale intent nor a uniquely enticing attraction. Although granted in large part on paper to United Empire Loyalists or to militia men having served in the War of 1812, none
Photos of the Navan arena being torn down. These were taken March 30 and April 10 1982. The building was condemned from rot, I believe it wasn’t too old as the previous arena burnt down. Photos provided by Tim & Cheryl McNeely
by Amery Boyer Remember the line from Daphne DuMaurier, “last night I dreamt I returned to Manderley again”? Yesterday I returned to Cumberland, the little town where I was born. With me were my three sisters, Christine, Marguerite and Claire. We went to see the Museum and to discover and rediscover bits of our collective past. We all remembered the old Watson’s Garage, argued about whether or not we all
In the book Bygone Lochaber, Somerled MacMillan wrote: “The old mill wheel at Inveruiskavouline is now silent and the offspring of those who labored there are scattered throughout North America. Perhaps, one day, some of them will return to the home of their ancestors.” Which we did, 215 years later, the descendants of John Cameron of Inveruiskavulin on his Scottish homestead.