Throughout our town’s history there have been many different hotels and taverns in operation. One estimate brings the number up to 22 serving the needs of local patrons and travelers alike. Mind you, not all of these businesses were in operation at the same time. But with all of this apparent interest and support for alcoholic establishments, it’s
Today there is nothing to mark a once thriving business in Ingersoll; only a vacant lot marks the former location of a one-time going concern which added significantly to the economics of the town and contributed to the overall well-being of the tender fruit industry in Ontario.
All too often history is told from the male perspective. Perhaps that is why it is called history and not herstory. To rectify that habit, this week’s column looks at life in early Ingersoll from a woman’s perspective, or at least from my own interpretation of a woman’s viewpoint based on 19th century correspondence written by Mrs. Elizabeth Rothwe
We know the old adage that you can’t judge a book by its cover. Likewise, you can’t judge a house by its exterior. We don’t always know what hidden gems lie dormant within the walls and attics of all the homes in Ingersoll, but occasionally surprises surface to our attention.
Newspapers of today are changing the ways in which world affairs, current events and local happenings are recorded and reported to the public in a more digital format. Keeping up with the times is essential.
With generous hands they paid the price, Unconscious of the cost; But we must gauge the sacrifice By all that they have lost.
I loathe, abhor, detest, despise, / Abominate dried-apple pies.
Of all the 20-plus hotels that once operated in Ingersoll, there was one that operated for decades on the same corner as the present Ingersoll Town Hall and Ingersoll branch of the Oxford County Library. This was the Daly House, once owned and operated by Absalom Daly. In later years it was known to everyone in town as the Ingersoll Inn.
“Shifting Gears” might be a suitable title for this week’s column however by examining the history of the bicycle we learn that in the earliest versions of this mode of transportation, no gears were involved whatsoever.
One hundred years ago the men of Ingersoll and the rest of Oxford County were facing a dilemma. Should they join the 168th Battalion or not? If they chose not to sign up, then they had to face the criticism of their neighbours, wives and children. The majority chose the former.
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend and throughout some 50 years in Ingersoll, shoppers would have headed to town to see what was in stock at the establishment of C.P. Hall.
For a good night’s sleep, look for a bed spring made here in Ingersoll by the firm of Mitchell and Company. Such might be the content of an advertisement in the Ingersoll Chronicle or the Ingersoll Tribune around 1905. For your final ride to Boot Hill, the chances were equally great that the hearse would have also been made by the same firm.
Sixty years ago this April, noted Ingersoll capitalist George Mason was enjoying a well-deserved retirement. Looking back over a prominent career in town, he must have been satisfied with all that he had accomplished and all that he had given to the town.
“Many a man in love with a dimple makes the mistake of marrying the whole girl.”
Driving north of Parry Sound, along Highway 69, you pass through an area known as the Shawanaga Reserve, an area that has been home to the Ojibway for countless centuries. Ironically, this community of rugged beauty near the town of Nobel and its association with the creator of the international peace prize, was the birthplace of Canada’s deadliest
Seventy five years ago Canadians, Americans and other peoples around the world were united in grief. The United States was still neutral about entering the Second World War, but there was another war which had been waged for centuries and which had been brought under control by a Canadian group of doctors. The death of one of those scientists was t
There is an old adage that a physician who treats himself has a fool for a patient. This is doubly so when a patient treats himself. The following is a true story based on the life and sudden death of former Ingersoll resident D.S. MacDonald.
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend, and with Valentine’s Day on the horizon they may be on someone’s mind. However, there was likely no one in Ingersoll better qualified to talk about these hard pressed lumps of coal than the late Fred Adams.
One hundred years ago, while Canada was in the midst of the Great War, another tragedy struck Canadians from every walk of life. On Feb. 3, 1916, fire engulfed the House of Commons and all but destroyed our seat of Federal Government.
Forty-six years ago, on January 29, 1970, Canada lost one of its most influential artists when Lawren Stewart Harris passed away in Vancouver. World-famous as the founding member and oft described leader of the Group of Seven, this internationally recognized artist had Ingersoll connections.