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OUR HISTORY

We have created a whole new sub-site dedicated to the People, the Building, the Art, and Local History.

Homer Watson House & Gallery maintains a collection with over 160 years of artistic history. It features a collection of artwork, artifacts, and archival material that represent various generations of artists that lived in the historic home. We will continue to add to this new website as we uncover more stories, facts, and artifacts about Homer Watson, his sister Phoebe, and the Doon School of Fine Arts.

Click on the image below to learn more about Homer Watson, his wife Roxa, his sister Phoebe, and more. Plus the history of the Doon School of Fine Arts and local landmarks such as the Grand Trunk Railway and the ruins of the Doon Mill.

Click here to visit our NEW History & Archives website

Homer Watson House & Gallery acknowledges that it is located on the traditional territory of the Attawandaron (Neutral), Anishnaabeg,
and Haudenosaunee peoples; land promised to Six Nations, six miles on each side of the Grand River. 

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  • Mon: CLOSED
  • Tue: 10:00am - 4:00pm
  • Wed: 10:00am - 4:00pm
  • Thu: 10:00am - 4:00pm
  • Fri: 10:00am - 4:00pm
  • Sat: 10:00am - 4:00pm
  • Sun: 12:00pm - 4:00pm

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The Loch Doon area was memorialized in celebrated Scottish poet, Robert Burns piece “Ye banks and braes O’ bonnie Doon”

Ye banks and braes o’ bonny Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu’ o’ care?
Thou’lt break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons thro’ the flowering thorn:
Thou minds me o’ departed joys,
Departed, never to return.

Aft hae I rov’d by bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o’ its love,
And fondly sae did I o’ mine.
Wi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose,
Fu’ sweet upon its thorny tree;
And my fause lover stole my rose,
But, ah! he left the thorn wi’ me.

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