tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78910843071386594362024-03-18T20:33:15.661-07:00Joan's Genealogy JottingsNotes on my journey through the DAVIES, BELLAMY, CROCKETT, and BUTCHART family histories. The Davies, Bellamy, and Crockett families originated in England before emigrating to Canada. The Butcharts were from Scotland before coming to Ontario in the early 1800s.JoanLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528298018496496696noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891084307138659436.post-89350465832102430122020-02-01T06:38:00.000-08:002020-02-01T06:38:42.264-08:00Embroidered Butchart and Moyer Family TreesAs a child, I was fascinated by my Granny's trunk that was in the attic of our family home. I was too young to read the writing on the white piece of fabric but I did know it was a family tree. When I was old enough to read, the tree was gone.<br />
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My cousin, John Hopkins, has been researching the Butchart and Moyer families for years and when I visited him in 1998 he produced the family tree for my grandmother, Vinetta Tremaine Butchart.<br />
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I was amazed to see such detail in a hand-stitched item. I handwriting was perfect and the stitching immaculate. There were needle marks from a sewing maching around the edges, which could indicate it was a cover for a crib or cradle.<br />
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The family tree includes my grandmother's birth date and the details of the marriage of her parents, Edward N Butchart and Maria Moyer. Edward's parents and siblings are listed on the tree.<br />
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What a great source to get started on a Genealogical adventure!<br />
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Granny's tree was dated Xmas 1891. Imagine my surprise when John produced a similar piece of needlework dated New Years 1892.<br />
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This tree has the birth information for my grandmother's sister, Isabel Vivian Butchart. It contains the same marriage information of Edward Butchart and Maria Moyer, but this time Maria's parents and siblings are listed in detail.<br />
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I believe both trees were stitched by my great-grandmother, Maria Moyer while she was recovering from the birth of Isabell Vivian Butchart.<br />
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Maria Moyer Butchart went on to have five more children; I wonder if there are pieces of needlework to honour Clayton Goldwin Butchart, Leila Veronica Butchart, Elwood Alexander Butchart, Willis Bowman Butchart, or young Edward John Butchart who died before he was one year old.JoanLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528298018496496696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891084307138659436.post-63325711608354283432017-12-16T17:09:00.000-08:002017-12-16T17:09:29.135-08:00Getting Started - AgainI started this blog in July 2009 with great intentions when I wrote the following:<br />
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<span style="background-color: #e0e0e0; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I am endeavoring to put flesh and bones onto the names of my family tree and hope to post some interesting stories about ancestors and their descendants.</span><br style="background-color: #e0e0e0; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: #e0e0e0; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span style="background-color: #e0e0e0; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">There are over 10,000 names in my database, with 7,600 on the Butchart side alone. I have been concentrating on the Davies and Crockett side recently and thank my Dad's sister, Ev, for sharing her memories with me.</span><br />
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In spite of being over ninety years old, Amos Crockett's granddaughter still has vivid recollections of her grandfather. She remembers him as being crippled, stooped over, and needing two canes to walk across the room. She thought of him as a very old man, yet he was only sixty-eight when he died.<br />
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At one time he ran three outdoor ice rinks in Edmonton and Ev remembers at the end of the evening when it was time to close the rink his voice would come over the loud speaker: "Get hoff the hice". Ev worked for her grandfather at the arena when she was twelve years old, starting at fifty cents per evening but soon she was earning the same as the rest of the concession staff: $1.00 per evening.<br />
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Amos was born at Tring, Hertfordshire, England on May 19, 1865. He was born to James Crockett, a jobbing labourer, and Annie Fitkin, a straw plaiter. He was born at home on Harrow Yard on Akeman Street. At the time of his birth, his siblings James 7, Amelia 5, Rebekah 3, and David 1, were at home.<br />
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Akeman Street runs north/south through Tring and is one of the original Roman roads that run through Britain. Tring is about 35 miles north of London.<br />
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The Crockett family were among the illiterate working class in Victorian times. The men had to find jobs labouring on the farms or in the textile mills. Women often had more income than the men by plaiting straw for the hat industry. Straw plaiting was done at home and the women took their finished work to market on Wednesday mornings to sell to the buyers from the hat factories nearby. The picture below depicts women working at home plaiting straw while watching their young children. Children as young as seven were put to work, adding to the family income.<br />
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JoanLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528298018496496696noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891084307138659436.post-90775307529532731282012-03-10T17:30:00.001-08:002012-03-10T18:53:47.409-08:00Amy Jones, a "Fearless Female".March is Women's History Month and last year I wrote a number of articles about Fearless Females. Auntie Amy is one I missed.<br />
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Amy Jones was about the same age as the twins, Thomas and Alice Crockett and they undoubtedly knew each other as children. In 1901 the Jones family lived on Dudley Road and the Crockett family lived on High Street in the city of Stourbridge. Amy was a twenty-year-old dressmaker living with her family when her fiance, Tom Crockett emigrated to Canada in April 1912. It would be another three years before Amy embarked from Liverpool on the White Star liner, Arabic on August 18, 1915. She was twenty-four years old, but the newspaper articles still referred to her as a girl.<br />
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The Arabic was one of the first passenger ships to be sunk by German submarines in World War I; it only took twenty minutes for the ship to go down with the loss of six passengers and twenty-six crew members. The following article appeared in the September 14 issue of the Edmonton Daily Bulletin where Amy gave an account of her experience.<br />
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Although there were no Edmontonians on the White Star liner Arabic, when she was sunk off the south coast of Ireland on the morning of the 19th of August, there was one young lady passenger who was on her way here. She is Miss Amy Jones, of Stourbridge, England, fiance of Mr. Thomas Crockett, transfer clerk at the Hudson's Bay stores. She was among those that were saved, and in a letter she gives a graphic account of her terrible experiences.<br />
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"We set sail in the best of spirits; the passengers were so friendly and no one seemed to give a thought to the dangers which might be lurking ahead. I made friends with a young Irish girl in the same cabin as myself and we quite enjoyed our first night aboard.<br />
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Next morning as soon as breakfast was over--it would be about nine o'clock--we went up on deck and were chatting with a few other passengers when out attention was drawn to another ship ahead, which appeared to be sinking. We little dreamed it had been torpedoed and I did not in the least feel afraid.<br />
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We had been watching the Dunsley for some time when suddenly someone near us cried "Look out; submarine" and the vessel was struck in a second. The explosion was terrible and we were thrown from one side of the vessel to the other, my friend and I being parted in the excitement. I simply rolled in the water on the deck and the fumes from the torpedo seemed to take my senses away. I was left lying on the deck; they evidently thought I was done for. When I opened my eyes I tried to get to my feet but could hardly manage it as I was in so much water. I couldn't see a woman anywhere, only a few men. Of course those below, poor souls, had been blown to pieces. A lifebelt lay near me, into which I tried to get, but the tapes were broken off, so that I couldn't fasten it to me. Just then I spotted a boat full of men at the side and I rolled off into the middle of them. It was a case of help yourself and had I not done so I would not be here now.<br />
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We had just got away from the Arabic when she disappeared and I felt so sorry, for it was a lovely boat. After being in the lifeboat long enough to get stiff with cold, as I was wet through, we were picked up by a destroyer, and I cried for joy. I tried not to break down, but I really couldn't help it for I felt half dead. We must have presented a strange sight, for most were only half dressed. I had no coat or hat and I even lost my shoes. I managed to have some of my money, for I had it fastened round my neck, and although the notes were wet they dried out alright and I was able to purchase new clothes in Queenstown when we were landed. We were taken to the Queen's Hotel, Queenstown, and here I met my Irish friend again. We were delighted to see each other again, for each thought the other had been lost. It appears she got away on one of the first boats.<br />
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Everything except what I stood up in was lost--presents, jewelry, and all other belongings. I retained my watch and one ring, but the watch is useless for it stopped when the boat was struck and had refused to work since. Still, I suppose I should not think of any loss I have had, but thank God for being saved from such an awful death.<br />
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Some poor souls suffered far worse than I did. It made my heart ache to see the poor children who had lost their mothers and I was filled with hatred of those inhuman wretches who could make innocent people suffer so.<br />
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We left Queenstown at 4 p.m. Friday and traveled by train to Dublin. From there we sailed by midnight mail boat to Hollyhead and then by train to Liverpool. I reached home safely at 9 p.m. Saturday evening little worse for the awful experience which I had undergone"<br />
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Undaunted, Amy set sail again to be with her Tom. She sailed aboard the Corsican less than two months after the disaster with the Arabic and arrived in Quebec on October 25, 1915. The following appeared in the Morning Bulletin on Friday, December 17, 1915 in the column entitled <b>CUPID'S COURT</b>:<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b>CROCKETT - JONES</b></div>A happy event was solemnized yesterday afternoon at St. Faith's church when Miss Amy Jones of Stourbridge, England and Mr. Thomas A Crockett of Edmonton, were united in matrimony by the Rev. Mr. Whittaker. The bride looked charming in a white satin dress with veil, and wreath of orange blossoms, she was given away by Mr. E. Ball, and her bridesmaid was Miss A. James. The groom was supported by his cousin, Pte. C. Arnold, of the 51st Battalion, as best man. After the ceremony, luncheon was served at the home of Mr. and Mrs. B. Arnold, 11824 91st Street. Mr. Crockett has a large circle of young friends and about fifty guests gathered at the house after the ceremony and showered their congratulations upon the happy pair.<br />
Mrs. Crockett is the plucky English girl who was among the rescued when the Arabic was torpedoed by a German submarine. A full account of her experiences was published in the Bulletin shortly after that tragic even took place. Although having lost all she had on her first short trip, she was undaunted, and as soon as she recovered from the ordeal she had undergone, and re-equipped herself, she came to meet her fiance--now her husband. The happy couple were recipients of numerous lovely presents, including one from a number of Mr. Crockett's fellow employees at the Hudson's Bay store.JoanLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528298018496496696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891084307138659436.post-89542470603518543452012-03-01T09:32:00.001-08:002012-03-01T16:01:45.954-08:00Wales parish registers available at lastThe <a href="http://www.findmypast.co.uk/content/news/welsh-records" target="_blank">parish registers for Wales</a> are becoming available on Find my Past including images.<br />
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<blockquote class="tr_bq">This is the first time that the complete Welsh parish baptism, marriage and death records have been published online and is fantastic news for anyone with Welsh ancestors.<br />
The records cover Cardiganshire, Carmarthenshire, Denbighshire, Flintshire and Glamorganshire. Further details are as follows:<br />
Baptisms: 1,418,921 records covering 1538-1911<br />
Marriages: 950,254 records covering 1539-1926<br />
Banns: 340,002 records covering 1701-1926<br />
Burials: 1,169,685 records covering 1539-2007<br />
Coming soon are records for the following counties: Anglesey, Brecknockshire, Caernarvonshire, Merionethshire, Monmouthshire, Montgomeryshire, Pembrokeshire and Radnorshire.</blockquote><br />
More doors are opening! Have found christening for Jane Bradshaw in Bangor, Wales and will expand on what I find in a later blog.JoanLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528298018496496696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891084307138659436.post-31603779260013520662012-03-01T08:03:00.002-08:002012-03-01T15:36:46.822-08:00John Bellamy, marinerThe Bellamy side of the family has been my greatest challenge in the family tree. My grandfather, John Samuel Bellamy aka John Stanhope Bellamy was an enigma and parts of his life are still unknown to me. See <a href="http://joansgenjottings.blogspot.com/2009/09/grandpa-bellamy-research-challenge.html" target="_blank">John Bellamy - A research challenge</a>. I still wonder about the circumstances of my great-grandparents, John Henry Bellamy and Elizabeth Rason's emigration to Canada; but my brick wall has been John Henry Bellamy's father, John Bellamy.<br />
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John Bellamy married Mary Frances Parker in Boston, Lincolnshire 25 December 1951. On the marriage entry John was listed as a mariner of full age, son of John Bellamy a labourer. The marriage took place after the 1851 census and Mary Frances Bellamy was listed as a widow with three children aged 8, 5, and John Henry Bellamy aged 3. John Henry Bellamy was born in Boston 31 March 1858, his father was John Bellamy, a mariner in the coasting trade. The mother, Mary Frances Bellamy, formerly Parker, registered the birth 7 May 1858. Mary Frances could write, John Bellamy could not and signed his marriage with an X. Those were the only facts I could go on until last week when Find My Past finally offered the <a href="http://www.findmypast.co.uk/content/news/merchant-seamen-feb12">Merchant Navy records</a>.<br />
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I believe my g.g.grandfather is:<br />
<b>John Bellamy born at Hareby, Lincolnshire 11 December 1824</b>. Ticket number 131076 was issued at Boston, Lincolnshire 10 January 1845, his capacity or rank was "boy". He was 5' 5" tall with fair complexion, light hair, and blue eyes. He first went to sea as boy in 1843 (aged 19). He could not write and when not at sea, he was resident of Boston.<br />
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Knowing that, I looked for John Bellamy from Hareby and found the following at <a href="https://www.familysearch.org/">Family Search</a>:<br />
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<blockquote class="tr_bq">name:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><b>John Bellamy</b><br />
gender:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Male<br />
baptism/christening date:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>12 Dec 1824<br />
baptism/christening place:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>HAREBY,LINCOLN,ENGLAND<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"></span>father's name:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>John Bellamy<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"></span>mother's name:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Sarah<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"></span>indexing project (batch) number:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>C02893-1<br />
system origin:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>England-ODM<br />
source film number:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>507824</blockquote> Two other children were listed on the same batch born to John and Sarah: <b>William</b> christened 1 Oct 1820 and <b>Mary</b> christened 15 Sep 1822.<br />
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Unfortunately, the 1841 census for England does not provide relationships, marital status, or place of birth and the ages of people over 15 are rounded down to the nearest 5. I found the following family living on George Street in Boston, Lincolnshire:<br />
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Sarah Bellamy<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>40<br />
Mary Bellamy<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>15<br />
Thomas Bellamy<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>14<br />
Samuel Bellamy<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>12<br />
George Bellamy<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>10<br />
Sarah Bellamy<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>8<br />
Elizabeth Bellamy<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>6</blockquote>It appears that the father, John Bellamy has died before the census was taken in March 1841 and the son, John, had left the family to go to work by this time. There are a number of John Bellamys working as labourers or servants aged 15 in and around Lincolnshire in 1841 but I cannot prove any of them are my John Bellamy.<br />
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Family Search is a free genealogy site with a lot of information and another free site specifically for Lincolnshire is <a href="http://www.lincstothepast.com/home/" target="_blank">Lincs to the Past</a>. When I typed <i>Bellamy Hareby</i> into the search box, I got the following result:<br />
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Reference Name BOLINGBROKE PAR CO/6/7/23<br />
John Bellamy, labourer, Sarah his wife and their child Susanna aged about 1½, from Bolingbroke to Hareby.<br />
Date: 15 November1819<br />
Repository: Lincolnshire Archives [057]</blockquote>Removal orders and Settlement Orders were sometimes required to move from one Poor Laws Union to another. From this little tidbit I found that the father, John Bellamy, was a labourer and that the lived in Bolingbroke before November 1819. I went back to Family Search and found <b>Susannah</b> who was christened 15 January 1818 in Bolingbroke. She was the only child of John and Sarah listed. I then searched for a marriage in Bolingbroke and there were none for John and Sarah.<br />
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Now I have lots to work on, but at least I have a starting place with more branches to my ever-increasing family tree.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Mary Creak Smith, my great-great-grandmother, was born in Sutterton, Lincolnshire, England about 1830. She was twenty-five when she married Samuel Rason in Boston, Lincolnshire in 1855. Samuel was a mariner with the merchant marine when he married and when my great-grandmother, Elizabeth Rason was born in 1856.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">The family grew to six children by the end of 1871 but by this time Samuel was master of his own fishing boat called the Magic. Circumstances changed for the Rason family and they moved from Boston, north to Grimsby. Mary was forty-four years old when she gave birth to her seventh child, Robert in 1874. This child died as an infant. She once again fell pregnant and an unnamed male child was born and died just before his mother.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Although Mary's death registration states she was forty-two years old when she died, she was actually forty-six, too old to bear a child, but much too young to die. She died at home on Freeman Street in Grimsby on March 17, 1876 and she was listed as the wife of Samuel Rason, greengrocer. The cause of death was "<a href="http://www.antiquusmorbus.com/English/Puerperal.htm">puerperal Peritonitis</a>", also known as childbed fever. Samuel was not the informant for the death registration, it was a neighbour, Hannah Lee.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">So there was Samuel, no longer a master of his own boat, just a greengrocer or fruiterer left with five living children. What did he do? He took up with Mary's younger sister, Sarah Ann Smith. Sam and Sarah Ann's first child was born in Grimsby on August 4, 1897, less than seventeen months after Mary's death. I have no record of a marriage, perhaps because marriage to a wife's sister was forbidden by law in England at that time. The family moved to Canada before the turn of the century and I haven't found a marriage after the emigration either. Sarah Ann was known as Grandma Rason to all the descendants of Samuel.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lucy (Crockett) Davies<br />
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Although both the Crockett and Davies had a background with the Salvation Army, my grandparents belonged to the United Church of Canada. They attended St. Aiden's United Church from the time they arrived in Victoria until they died and my Dad's sister and family still go to that church.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">My maternal grandparents also belonged to the United Church and attended Norwood United Church in Edmonton until 1926 when they buried their son, Jimmy. After the death of his little boy, Grandpa Bellamy went off religion and would not enter a church. For this reason he did not attend my parents' wedding. Granny attended church regularly when she was with the Hopkins family in Oliver in her later years.</span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Regardless of the fact that Mom and Dad met at a church outing and a few years later married at Norwood United, in Edmonton, God had no presence in our home. Sundays were reserved for family activities and usually started with waffles or pancakes cooked by Dad while Mom enjoyed the chance to sleep in.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">This routine was interrupted for about one year when I was six years old. I do not remember who was the donor, but in a bundle of used children’s duds was a perfectly good suit which fit my brother, Gordon.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Now that Gord had a suit, it was decided that he should go to church and that I should go along too. The closest United Church to our home was about three miles away but our neighbours regularly attended St. Michael of all Angels, an Anglican church on West Saanich Road. We attended church with the Macdonald family for a year or so until Gordon outgrew the suit and we were glad to return to our regular Sunday mornings with the family.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I have chosen a page from the manifest for the ship SS Lake Manitoba on its sailing from Liverpool to Quebec from 31 August to 12 September, 1911. My grandmother, Lucy Millicent Crockett, her sister, Alice, and her sister-in-law, Jessie are listed on this ship's list.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdLVN0mKmdwSJlD8fh6fSJExRgufxdjOqWnpqFTK0QKwEQzdacKC2N6rf9G5YmB706_J73rAZ5rheJ1qp522l1nKQJjknZimLS-Tey-_6Xs23g9fDBoBwNqpEvfjGLUOeB097DvzJjxbgq/s1600/lucycrockettship.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdLVN0mKmdwSJlD8fh6fSJExRgufxdjOqWnpqFTK0QKwEQzdacKC2N6rf9G5YmB706_J73rAZ5rheJ1qp522l1nKQJjknZimLS-Tey-_6Xs23g9fDBoBwNqpEvfjGLUOeB097DvzJjxbgq/s400/lucycrockettship.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The following picture is of the Crockett family in England before they left for North America. My grandmother, Lucy Millicent Crockett is shown seated on the right.</span></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>This picture was taken about 1910, and by October 1911, all eleven people in the picture had immigrated to Edmonton, Alberta but they departed on eight separate sailings! I have underlined the family members who were in the picture in the following list of ships.<br />
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The father of the family, <u>Amos</u>, was the first to leave, sailing aboard the "Merion" from Liverpool to Philadelphia in February 1911. He was accompanied by his brother, George Crockett, who returned to England two months later. It appears that Amos made his way to Alberta and set up a sawmill on the shores of Lake George near Busby, Alberta.<br />
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<u>Bert</u>, the oldest son, was the next of the Crockett family to leave, sailing from Liverpool to Quebec aboard the Laurentic, arriving July 15, 1911. He was sponsored by the Salvation Army and took the CPR train directly to Edmonton.<br />
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The manifest shown at the top of this page shows the next group to cross the Atlantic: Bert's wife, <u>Jessie</u>, and her two sisters-in-law, <u>Alice</u> and <u>Lucy</u>. They listed their destination as Edmonton and Jessie was joining her husband.<br />
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Bert and Jessie's little boy, <u>George Albert</u>, came with his grandmother, <u>Alice</u>, and his aunt, <u>Ada</u> in October 1911 aboard the Royal George which sailed from Avonmouth. All previous sailings were from Liverpool, in the northern part of England but Alice, Ada, and young George traveled south to catch their ship in Avonmouth. They were listed with a Salvation Army party and Alice was listed as a wife - lumberyard 9 months. Does that mean Amos arrived 9 months previous?<br />
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At the end of 1911 there were still three Crockett brothers in England as well as Alice's sister and family, Rebecca and Bagot Arnold. The Arnold and Crockett families had been close since they lived in Wales, and Ada Arnold married her first cousin, George Bunnagar Crockett a few years after the emigrated.<br />
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Bagot Arnold and his son, Harry sailed aboard the Canada in February 1912; Bagot claimed to be joining his brother A. Crockett.<br />
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George Crockett, brother to Amos, left from Bristol with his family and his nephew, <u>Thomas Crockett</u>, aboard the Royal Edward in April 1912.<br />
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<u>James</u> Crockett and his new wife, Emily, boarded the Empress of Ireland in Liverpool on September 20, 1912, just one day after they were married in Staffordshire.<br />
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In October 1912 the rest of the Arnold family left Liverpool aboard the Lake Manitoba. <u>George Bunnagar Crockett</u> accompanied the Arnold family, his future in-laws, on this voyage.<br />
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At last the family was reunited in Edmonton where many descendants still reside.JoanLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528298018496496696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891084307138659436.post-16153666689855047352011-03-08T10:42:00.000-08:002011-03-08T11:10:13.168-08:00Fearless Females: Diary or Journal<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">March 8 — Did one of your female ancestors leave a diary, journal, or collection of letters? Share an entry or excerpt.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">Unfortunately, my female ancestors did not write much about themselves, although my Granny Bellamy did write many letters. I have some letters written to her, but none in my Grandmother, Vinetta's hand. I hope that some of Granny's letters surface some day and that I can get a chance to read them. I do have a diary that she received as a Christmas present from her Grandson, Norman Hopkins.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;">I am very thankful that my cousin, Norm Hopkins, had the insight to give Granny a diary, the only thing I could ever think of giving her was writing paper.</span></span>JoanLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528298018496496696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891084307138659436.post-63194339128686100922011-03-08T09:28:00.000-08:002011-03-08T10:08:42.791-08:00Fearless Females: Recipes<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">March 7 — Share a favorite recipe from your mother or grandmother’s kitchen. Why is this dish your favorite? If you don’t have one that’s been passed down, describe a favorite holiday or other meal you shared with your family.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6cpBpv6aaF-P9jX7gWwjfgXFVD7nn8tlT5is33uz7omm6m2yk__ehhj8IrgLrT_LDiusXoIEtPH5VopcaJFW0SC44ded2T3ScaSpAbKfEI_DMyczq58Ew27uhkfnDch_JYSoURAVfQMVo/s1600/beths1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6cpBpv6aaF-P9jX7gWwjfgXFVD7nn8tlT5is33uz7omm6m2yk__ehhj8IrgLrT_LDiusXoIEtPH5VopcaJFW0SC44ded2T3ScaSpAbKfEI_DMyczq58Ew27uhkfnDch_JYSoURAVfQMVo/s400/beths1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">You can tell that this recipe has been pulled from my mother's recipe index many times. I remember asking Mom who Beth was and she thought it was some relative. I do not think she ever met her mother's cousin, Beth. </span><br />
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">I recently met Beth's daughter, Andrea, and her sister, Karen, over the internet and we got into a conversation about a bun recipe that has been passed around the family. While going though the recipe file looking for Granny's bun recipe, I came across the card pictured above and the connection with the name Beth hit me. Sure enough, Karen has the same recipe with the exception of the spices added at the bottom.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">Beth's Ginger Snaps are my absolutely favourite cookies and my recipe is just as messy looking as Mom's. Running a close second to Beth's Ginger Snaps is an oatmeal-coconut cookie called Mother's Cookies. Who's mother? My maternal grandmother was always referred to as Mother, not Mom, or Mum, perhaps that is where it started, or could it be Granny's mother, Maria Moyer Butchart?</span>JoanLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528298018496496696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891084307138659436.post-40704490974120550652011-03-06T15:55:00.000-08:002011-03-06T16:01:55.490-08:00Fearless Females: An heirloom<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">March 6 — Describe an heirloom you may have inherited from a female ancestor (wedding ring or other jewelry, china, clothing, etc.) If you don’t have any, then write about a specific object you remember from your mother or grandmother, or aunt (a scarf, a hat, cooking utensil, furniture, etc.)</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">I cherish this little portrait that I found in my parents' trunk while clearing out their house after my Dad died. It was with some of my maternal grandmothers possessions including her address books and a diary.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">Reflections from the curved glass make it difficult to take a photograph of the portrait, so today I unframed the picture for the first time. I always thought it was a photograph that had been touched up, but I was surprised to find it is an original piece of artwork done in pastels.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">I believe it is a portrait of my uncle, James Roy Bellamy, who died as a result of a tragic accident when he was only five years old. Mom was only seven when she lost her little brother but she spoke often of him long after she had lost her memory of more recent events. Jimmy was the youngest of the Bellamy children and he is pictured at the lower left in the group photo. My Mom, Ruth Bellamy is beside him.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">Jimmy was struck by a streetcar outside the Bellamy home and it had a devastating effect on the family. My grandfather tried to drown his grief with drink and my grandmother only displayed her feelings when she was playing the piano. Mom remembers the music becoming louder and louder when Grandpa was late coming home. I can't remember Granny displaying emotion much at all and I shared a room with her for many years when I was a child.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">Although the picture is of a little boy who was taken from this world long before his time, it is also about my grandmother, a fearless female, who had to grit her teeth and carry on raising her other four children in spite of her tremendous loss.</span>JoanLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528298018496496696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891084307138659436.post-64813256022160942912011-03-06T12:28:00.000-08:002011-03-06T12:29:07.700-08:00How My Parents Met<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ruth Bellamy and Bert Davies, summer 1936</td></tr>
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My parents were both born in Edmonton, Alberta and that is where they met and were to spend the first few years of their marriage.<br />
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My Mom was about sixteen when she met my Dad, who was five years older. The small wedding took place at the Norwood United Church Manse, Edmonton, Alberta on December 31, 1938. They were happily married for over sixty-five years and as my husband, Len would say "that's not counting courting time". The following is from my Dad's memoirs:<br />
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<i>"About 1935 my cousin, Norman bought a Model "T" coupe. We often would pick up girls if one of us knew them and it was on one of these times I met the girl that I was to spend most of the rest of my life with. The next time I saw her was at a Norwood Church young peoples sleigh ride. The sleigh skidded and threw everyone to one side which split and one of the pieces caught my pants just below the pocket and ripped them to the knee. As it happened near a friend's house, we went there and I borrowed a pair of pants and joined the party at the church, so I took the young lady home in a borrowed pair of pants."</i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">I have my Dad's words on how he met my Mom and that will be in a separate post.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">I have no idea how the shy stenographer, Vinetta Butchart, met my grandfather, John Bellamy. My grandfather died when I was very young and Granny never spoke about herself. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">I am presuming that they probably met about 1910 when Granny was working for a law firm, Boyle & Parlee on Jasper Avenue. John S Bellamy worked and lived on Jasper Avenue, just two blocks to the east. Jasper Avenue was the main street in Edmonton then and still is, but could this busy thoroughfare be the connection for this unlikely couple?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">My paternal grandparents also met in Edmonton, but I have Grandpa's words from an interview done on New Years Day, 1980. </span><br />
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<i>So of course at that time a young man is looking for a gal. So my wife came over from England and she landed in Edmonton on Sunday morning at 6:00 and I met her at 10:00 and that was it. I didn't get married right away but I picked my gal right away. I didn't give anyone else a chance to get her."</i><br />
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My grandmother, Lucy Millicent Crockett arrived in Edmonton about September 1911 in the company of her sister, Lal. and her sister-in-law, Jessie. She was only fifteen years old when she met Grandpa and he was almost twenty. They married in November 1913.<br />
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We are so lucky to have Grandpa's personal memories on a tape. His memory was still good even though he was eighty-eight when the tape was recorded.JoanLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528298018496496696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891084307138659436.post-85079217096615458032011-03-04T08:06:00.000-08:002011-03-05T08:38:03.585-08:00Fearless Females: Grandparents' marriages<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">March 4 — Do you have marriage records for your grandparents or great-grandparents? Write a post about where they were married and when. Any family stories about the wedding day? Post a photo too if you have one.</span><br />
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<i>Register of Marriages, Edmonton 87.385 510 Wm. D. Davies Lucey M. Crockete 10-11-13 691 - 23rd St. (Manse) Clergy -P. G. Stewart.</i><br />
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The picture is of my grandmother, Lucy Millicent Crockett, with my Dad, William Herbert Davies. My father was born April 11, 1914. My grandfather was at war in Europe when this photograph was taken. The first picture of my grandparents together is a family portrait taken about 1921.<br />
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John Bellamy and Vinetta Tremaine Butchart<br />
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Edward Butchart, his brother, Peter E Butchart, and his cousin, Peter T Butchart were principals in The Great West Land Company which held many properties for development in the growing city.<br />
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The article states that the couple would be making their home in Vancouver, but to my knowledge they never lived there. Their oldest child was born in Calgary on February 4, 1913.<br />
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Both of my grandparents' weddings were quiet affairs rather hastily planned, probably in view of the fact that the morals of the day required marriage before the birth of the first child. My Dad came along five months after his parents were married and Uncle Bill was born seven months after the Bellamy wedding. Both marriages lasted until the death of a spouse.JoanLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528298018496496696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891084307138659436.post-72738835872285374672011-03-03T19:55:00.000-08:002011-03-03T19:55:22.436-08:00Fearless Females: My first name<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">March 3 — Do you share a first name with one of your female ancestors? Perhaps you were named for your great-grandmother, or your name follows a particular naming pattern. If not, then list the most unique or unusual female first name you’ve come across in your family tree.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">Although I go by Joan, my first name is Barbara. The only ancestor with the name of Barbara in my tree so far is Barbara Shantz, born Waterloo County, Ontario, about 1812. She and her husband, Abraham Moyer, were my third great-grandparents. Barbara was also my second cousin five times removed on the Bechtel side because these families were all part of the Mennonite community who emigrated from Pennsylvania to Waterloo County in the early 1800s. Being a small settlement of large families, most marriages were from a small gene pool.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">The Shantz family were on my mother's side and Mom would have had no knowledge of her ancestry that far back when I was born. I do not know why they named me Barbara or why I was always called Joan. To my knowledge I have no ancestors named Joan.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">Granny's full name was Vinetta Tremaine Butchart and she hated the name so much that she named my mother just Ruth.</span>JoanLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528298018496496696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891084307138659436.post-31654986742406560062011-03-03T18:37:00.000-08:002011-03-03T18:40:18.085-08:00Fearless Females: Hannah Duckworth<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">March 2 — Post a photo of one of your female ancestors. Who is in the photo? When was it taken? Why did you select this photo?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;">I chose this picture because it is oldest photograph in my possession, probably taken about 1870. The family lived in Weston, near Runcorn, Cheshire, England and Warrington was across the Mersey River from Runcorn. </span></span>JoanLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528298018496496696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891084307138659436.post-17232773796220036732011-03-03T18:19:00.000-08:002011-03-03T18:23:10.277-08:00Fearless Females: 31 Blogging Prompts to Celebrate Women’s History Month<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 23px;">March 1 — Do you have a favorite female ancestor? One you are drawn to or want to learn more about? Write down some key facts you have already learned or what you would like to learn and outline your goals and potential sources you plan to check.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;">Why am I drawn to Nana as my favourite ancestor? Esther Letitia Brown is the only great-grandparent who was still alive when I was born and I do have some memories of her. I was only seven years old when she passed away on 5 November 1952. I remember being told to be quiet when we visited my grandparents' house on Oak Bay Avenue in Victoria because we couldn't disturb Nana, who lived with Granny and Grandpa.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;">Another reason I chose Nana as my favourite ancestor is because she was brave enough to move on and venture forth from England to Toronto to Edmonton and finally to Victoria.</span></span><br />
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While researching the shoemakers in the family for a previous post, I discovered the following cemetery transcription for Wilfrid and William's great-great-grandfather, William Duckworth:<br />
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There is mention of William Duckworth in a book on the history of the Masonic Lodge of Probity No 61, written in 1888. Copies of the pages follow:<br />
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The picture on the left is my Dad, Herbert William Davies, in his shop on Johnson Street in Victoria.<br />
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William Duckworth, Dad's third great-grandfather, was born about 1767 in Halifax, Yorkshire. William's occupation was described as a shoemaker at the trial of his son, George Duckworth, in 1812. George, another, shoemaker, was tried and sentenced to transportation for an incident related to the Luddite movement in Yorkshire. William was listed as a cordwainer in the 1841 and 1851 census.<br />
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Dad's father, my grandfather, lost a leg in the first world war and was unable to take up his former occupation of electrician after the war, and after a failed attempt at farming, Grandpa learned the trade of shoe repairing from an army friend. William Duckworth Davies, born 1891 in Runcorn, Cheshire to John Davies and Hannah Duckworth, owned his own shoe repair shops in Edmonton and Victoria. Grandpa is pictured on the right in his shop in Edmonton, Alberta. My Dad, Bert Davies, left school after grade eight to join his father in the business and is pictured in the archway.<br />
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I remember the Yates Street store because I used to spend time there on Saturdays before and after my piano lessons. I love the smell of the adhesives and dyes when I enter a shoe shop today because it reminds me of my youth. Dad became an expert at dying shoes to match any colour and he also covered shoes with fabric. My bridesmaids wore shoes to match their dresses at my wedding. He also took a course through Dr. Scholls to learn the anatomy of a foot and he was able to fit arch supports, bunion pads, and other foot-care products.<br />
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Dad moved to a one-man shop on Johnson Street about 1970 and moved again to Cook Street in the Fairfield district of Victoria in the mid 1970s. These small shops were more profitable because he did not have the payroll expenses.<br />
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I had the advantage, or disadvantage of having a shoe expert for a father. Dad always had a say on which shoes I could wear. They always fitted properly and they had to have leather uppers and insoles. My shoes were always well soled and well heeled and there is no truth to the saying that "a cobbler's daughter goes barefoot".<br />
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</div><div>This week I went back into my email messages regarding the Rason family from ten years ago and found messages clipped together with a note: Jackson - Rason - Smith puzzle.</div><div><br />
</div><div>The subject of the puzzle ten years ago was a diary kept by Samuel Jackson (1867-1920). In the diary was a list of birthdays but no year of birth. Samuel's mother was Harriet Hand Smith, who was sister to my g.g.grandmother, Mary Creak Smith. Harriet and Mary had a younger sister, Eliza, who married Josiah Triffitt. Aunt Eliza was mentioned in Bellamy Letters #5.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Samuel Jackson's grandson, Norm Ashton, posted his grandfather's diary to the internet in 1998 wondering where the Rason name fit into the Jackson family. Through collaboration between Norm, Deborah Glover, and myself, we were able to identify most of the Rason entries but there was reference to some cousins in Holbeach, Lincolnshire:</div><div><ul><li>12 May - G E J cousin Gertie Holbeach</li>
<li>1 Jun - M E J cousin Mary Edith Holbeach</li>
<li>2 Jul - A M J cousin Maud</li>
<li>16 Jul - J C J cousin Holbeach</li>
<li>22 Dec - Aunt E J</li>
</ul>It was presumed that all names marked with a J in the diary were Jacksons, but I am convinced that the people listed above were all Triffitts:</div><div><ul><li>Gertrude Ellen Triffitt (1887-1947)</li>
<li>Mary Edith Triffitt (1882-)</li>
<li>Alice Maud Triffitt (2 Jul 1880-1974) d.o.b confirmed on death registration</li>
<li>John Carrington Triffitt (1875-)</li>
<li>Eliza Smith Triffitt (22 Dec 1840-21 May 1921)</li>
</ul>Sometimes it pays to retrace your steps and look at old correspondence; I'm glad I kept it. Hopefully all these little puzzle pieces will lead to the big picture one day. Now I am trying to locate Norman Dennis Ashton because his email address is not current.</div>JoanLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528298018496496696noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891084307138659436.post-33765227405780071432010-03-12T15:42:00.001-08:002010-03-12T16:16:36.370-08:00Bellamy Letter #71 Maple Grove<div>Parkdale</div><div>Toronto</div><div>Sept 26th</div><div>1910</div><div><br /></div><div>My Dear Gertie<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>It was with much pleasure we received your kind & loving letter for I can asure you my dear we was very pleased to hear from you, for though we have not been writing to you, you have not been forgotten by us for my dear Gertie never a day passes but we talk about you & wish we could fly over to Grimsby to see you.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We was very pleased to hear my dear of your marriage & to know you have got such a good husband. Give our kind love to him although we have not the happiness of knowing him yet we feel that we have another to love & I do hope & pray my dear that he will always be a true & loving Husband to you & that he will never give you one moment of unhappiness. Also give our dear little baby a good hug & a lot of kisses from us all. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Oh what would we give to be able to hold you all in our arms & cover you with lots of kisses but I am afraid that we shall never be able to do for my dear it would not be safe to try & bring your grandpa across for he is so feeble. He can only just walk across the floor, he had a fall about 8 years ago & was never able to work again, & as seemed to get worse, had your Aunt Lizzie Bellamy not come out we had made up our minds to come back to Grimsby & I can asure you I have bitterly repented not coming. 3 of your Uncles would of come with us then so you see we should most of us been in England again.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Now my dear we was very surprised to hear of Mrs. Taylor's death although my darling you could not grieve for her for she was never a good one to you & I don't think your father could feel very happy the way she was treating you but she as gone before her Judge & to receive her reward. Is your Father still living in the same house or is he staying with you? </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Is Mrs. Marshall still alive & her son & daughter? When you write again send word that is my dear if you know them. I have often wondered about them if you ever see them give our loves to them & tell them to write as we should like to hear from them. Now my dear give our love to your dear Husband & tell him we hope he will have your photos taken as I can asure you it would be a comfort to us to be able to have them so that we could see your dear faces, also my dear if you have one of dear Dorothy's you don't know what a comfort it would be to us so I hope before long we shall have the happiness of having them. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Now my dears I hope you are all well & happy & will always remain so. Your uncles wish their kindest love & they are going to watch for the post as they want to see all of your dear faces. I am not to forget to give your Grandpa's best love & a lot of kisses & tell you not forget the photos. Now my dears I must draw to a close again. Hoping you are all well & happy with love from us all & to still remain with love & good wishes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Your loving Grandparents</div><div>S & S.A. Rason</div></div>JoanLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528298018496496696noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891084307138659436.post-43064849412139244222010-03-12T15:33:00.000-08:002010-03-12T15:41:38.473-08:00Bellamy Letter #6722 Dufferin St.<div>Toronto</div><div>Dec 1906</div><div><br /></div><div>My dear Gertie,</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Just a few lines, though I am afraid it will be too late for you to get it on Xmas day to wish you & your papa a very Happy Xmas & a bright & prosperous New Year.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>You will I know be lonely without your poor sister, but you know dear she is better off than to be as she was here in such terrible suffering.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I expect Grandpa, Grandma, & all from their house are going to be at our house for Xmas so we shall be quite a large party. I do wish you were going to be with us, however dearie I hope you will have a real good time.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>You really must try & persuade your papa to let you at least spend a three months visit with us, I feel sure it would set you up in health, & I am sure you would like the country.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I haven't time to write you a long letter as I am so busy just now, * I know Edie sent you all the news.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>All join in fondest love to you, & accept the same from your ever loving Auntie</div><div><br /></div><div>Lizzie.</div>JoanLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528298018496496696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891084307138659436.post-68222064950977310862010-03-11T20:33:00.001-08:002010-03-12T07:23:21.685-08:00Bellamy Letters #5722 Dufferin St.<div>Toronto</div><div>Canada</div><div>21-11-06</div><div><br /></div><div>My Dear Gerty,</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I was very pleased indeed to receive your nice long letter as I have often wondered if you had forgotten all about us. Of course we understand how hard it must have been for you to write after losing your dear sister. Poor Dorothy! She must have suffered dreadfully and although it was hard indeed to lose her, you must be thankful to think she is at last with your dear mother & free from her pain.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>You will be lonely dear & I too wish you were nearer to us, or that we were nearer to you so that we could visit one another & be the chums that we naturally would have been, had we stayed in England. Now that the ice is broken through, you must write to me often & promise I will answer promptly & we will soon seem to know one another better.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Do you ever write to Aunt Eliza at Holbeach? I think you would like to go & stay with them sometimes for holidays. We used to love going to Holbeach when were children, we don't hear from them very often now. I don't know whether any of the girls are married but John was married a year or two ago.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Well dear, I will try to tell you all about your relations here. We have four uncles.</div><div><b>Uncle Sam</b>, the eldest (next to your mother in age) is married & has five children. The eldest girl is about 15 years old & there are two girls & two boys younger than her. We don't see much of them as they don't live near to us & I don't like Aunt Maggie & so don't care to go there.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Next is <b>Uncle Will</b>, he has three girls & two boys. They are dear little children, just like steps in ages, the eldest little girl is about 10 years old. They live out at Toronto Junction & so will not be far from the friends whose address you sent in your letter.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><b>Uncle Ben</b> is next & he is a widower, his wife died about two years after they were married since we have been here & left one little girl,now about six years old. Grandma has berought her up entirely & she is a dear little girlie. May is her name. Then there is <b>Uncle Charlie</b>, who is only half brother to my mother & yours. He is not married & so of course lives at home with Grandpa.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Then you know all about our family. Harry, Jack, Gladys & I. Harry, I am sorry to say has been practically an invalid for the last five years. He had a hemmorage of the brain as the result of a sunstroke, & never got over it altogether Jack is away from home just now & we miss him so much. He has got a position in Welland, Ont. He only went last Monday & so we don't know yet how he will get along.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Gladys of course is still at school & I am still in the same office as when I wrote you last.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Now I think I have told you about your cousins & Uncles - Aunts except mother - you have none, because I am quite sure you wouldn't like either of our Uncles' wives, none of us can get along with them.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I certainly think you had better persuade your Father to let you come over here for a trip - just to see us all. It is not very expensive nowadays & it certainly would do you good. I'll guarantee you would not worry about your lungs any more after you had had a few months of our really beautiful climate. It would entirely remove any trace of consumption if you have it. Of course you would be quite run down after nursing poor Dorothy for so long & it is no wonder you felt the effects of it. I guess you'll be strong enough though with proper care & so don't take any notice of those kind (?) friends who try to frighten you. I do hope you will try to persuade your Father to let you come & stay with us for a few months. I quite understand that he would not like the thought of your coming for good, but he might let you come for a holiday. It would be better than paying doctor's bills & would be more lasting good. You might be a strong woman all your life with such a change as this.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Mother says she thinks Grandpa would die happy if he could see you, but he has a very great desire to see you. He is pretty well just now but, as you know, he is getting old & of course his health is very uncertain. He is well one day & ill the next. I suppose Grandma has answered your letter, or will very soon. Write to them oftener dearie, they are so delighted to hear from you.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I am indeed sorry t hear what a very unpleasant person your step-mother is. She must have a horrible disposition to be so mean to you when you had so much trouble too.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Oh Gerty, if you were only here we could comfort you a little bit surely. It does seem hard to think you are so much alone when we would be so glad to have you here. Of course you have good friends but they are never quite like your own people & you must be very lonely sometimes.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I have a very dear friend in England. I have corresponded with her ever since we left Kirton. We write to each other nearly every week, so you can guess what chums we are. Maybe you will remember Dorothy Dickinson. She has two brothers who came out here a couple of years ago & they have taken a farm out in Saskatchewan. She is hoping to join them next year & keep house for them in their log shanty. You must save up your pennies & come out when she does & see this beautiful country of ours. I wouldn't live in England again for anything. I would very much like to go over for a holiday & hope to do so some day but I don't think I would want to stay very long.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>There are lots of people who are building their homes & digging wells etc, as your friends tell you they are doing. Most of the English people I know who have come here are quite happy & wouldn't go back to live on any account.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>When you write again, tell me if your are collecting Post Cards, if so, I will send you some so that you can see what this place is like.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Don't forget so send the photos as we are very anxious to see them & I will send you mine & also the others as soon as we get some. We are not very good at getting photos taken & so haven't any around the house which I can send just now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well Gerty, I think I must close now. Please write to me again soon, I shall be very disappointed if I have to wait so long again for a letter from you.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We all send our fondest love to you dearie in kind regards to your father</div><div><br /></div><div>Your loving cousin</div><div>Edith</div><div><br /></div><div>You will notice we have moved again since I wrote you last.</div>JoanLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528298018496496696noreply@blogger.com3