Those of us who are in the "senior's" age bracket will remember the wholesale outlet of Horn. Bros. Woolen Mill.
This small retail shop was located on the north-west corners of Bond & William Streets directly across the street from one of the town's liveliest factories.
This little outlet offered affordable prices to those who would drop in and view the variety of woolen products they had to offer.
I well recall when our first daughter was born my aunt purchased blanket through the store and had the little lady's name sewn thereon. This was a "special" Horn Bros. made available to employees and was sewn to the top or bottoms of the blanket no extra charge. Pink for girls, and blue if it was a boy.
What made this little blanket so special was the fact that she had arranged through management that it be created from what she had personally woven in her loom. You see, it was for her great niece!
Horn Bros. was one of the largest employers in the town and played a major role in providing blanket for troops serving overseas. In fact the "HB" label on each and every piece of material manufactured by the brothers was known worldwide.
After the war and the retirement of Alex Horn, the business was sold to an out-of-town firm (Montreal, I believe) and not many years later the Horn Bros. woolen mill was to meet its' demise.
Mrs. Ernie Riley, a weaver for many years, was to become the person who officially ran the last warp in the second floor where all the looms were located.
I vividly remember going up to see her on occasions and can still hear that "clickety-clack" noise that the looms made. To-day's labor laws would insist the operators be supplied with noise suppressers for their ears.
A gentleman by the name of Percy Hall was the shop's foreman with his right hand man being Stan Thomas.
Stan was in charge of seeing that the looms were constantly equipped with warps and the down-time kept to a minimum; after all most of the world was waiting for their orders to be filled with "HB" products.
I used to love to go up and visit my aunt and place spindles of wool in the shuttles that shot back and forth as the looms operated in their up-and-down movements forming blankets.
The noise of the looms doing their job was such that folks had to yell at each other in order to be heard.
The loss of the Horn Bros. Woolen Mill was, indeed, a major loss to Lindsay's industrial field.