Claude Malcolm Simms (1924 -1938)

Claude "Malcolm" Simms

Claude Malcolm Simms was born August 23, 1924.  He was a middle child born to William Henry "Will" Simms and Mae Miller with an older brother and sister and a younger brother and sister.  He was born in Mountain Station, Ontario and moved with his family to New York State in 1930.  They farmed on Black Lake Road  near Ogdensburg.  His brother William John (Billy)'s online obituary from 2008 says

He immigrated to this country with his family, when he was almost 4 years old. The family crossed at Prescott, Ontario to Ogdensburg by way of the very huge ferry, the Joseph Dubrule. They brought some horses and horse drawn equipment to start their new life on this side. The family eventually settled on a farm on the Black Lake Road.

Below is copied the text of an almost 77 year old letter that was written to my grandparents Alexander and Mary Simms telling of the tragic death of their nephew Malcolm in the Oswegatchie River just over the Canada-US border south of Ottawa on August 6, 1938.

Ogdensburg, N.Y.

Aug. 13, 1938

Dear Uncle Alex & family
I am Jean and I am writing to you for daddy.  I don't know whether anyone sent you word about the death of our brother Malcolm or not and I thought maybe I'd better write you because we hadn't heard from any of you.
Well Malcolm together with my 2 brothers Billy and Miller and our cousin from Cornwall went back to the river for a swim because it had been so hot here.  It was their custom of getting on planks & floating out in the river but never went where they couldn't touch bottom but I guess they had floated farther out than they intended to.  So they all got off their planks & went down.  Miller said to Malcolm watch out for the hole and as he did, Malcolm says here it is & was gone.  Miller had gotten into the hole himself but some way or other he scrambled out of it.  Billy had gone down 2 times & Miller had gotten a pole & pushed it out for Billy and he grabbed the death hold on the pole.  Miller some way or other paddled Billy to shore.  Our cousin Lee Russell, mamas sisters little boy ran about 3 miles from the river to tell Mamma & Daddy.  I didn't know anything about it until I got home from work.  It was a shock for all of us.  There was about a hundred people here in about 10 minutes.  They dragged the river until about 2:00 am the next morning.  The body was found about 9:10 am on Saturday morning and the funeral was held at 2:00 pm on Monday.  Grandma Simms and Grandma Miller both are here now.  Grandma Sims (sic) came on Saturday nite & my other Grandmother came Friday.  There was 75 cars at funeral and we got about 53 pieces of flowers.  Everyone was so good to us.  We didn't think anyone could be so good especially when we are all alone over here and all our relatives over in Canada.  But no one ever knows his friends until something like this happens but we hope he is happy where he is because he was a good boy &had no sins.  We have cut a piece out of the paper to send you and I will copy some thank you cards off for you.
Well there is 4 of us left.  Miller is 15 and Billy (Jr) is 12, and Edna is 10 and I'm 19.  Daddy wonders why you don't write, he gets lonesome often and it will be worse now because Malcolm was always around with him. 
How is everyone in your family and how many children have you.  It seems terrible that you have people so far away and don't see them and don't know what they look like.
Did you get any of that hail storm?  Grandma said to send her love to you all.  She is quite thin now.  Daddy is quite thin also.  Have you any children as old as I am? 
Well please answer this and tell us how you all are and Daddy will be expecting a letter from you.
With love,
Jean Simms

Further details and newspaper accounts are available  online at NYS Historical Newspapers .  The Advance-news from Ogdenburg in their August 6 issue said:

The boy attended country school near his home and was a great friend to all who knew him.  He was recognized as a good student and would have entered eight grade in September.  

Malcolm was buried in the nearby Pine Hills Cemetery on Eel Weir Road.  I can only imagine the grief and guilt this family carried with them for the rest of their lives.

Talon Brooches

I'm baaack!  You must have guessed that I'm not finished with my stories now that the 52 Weeks is over since you're here.  There's so many more great stories to tell.  I can't say it will be every week but I have more to write about and keep learning more by hearing from family connections through this blog!

I published my year's worth of blog posts into a book using Blurb.ca that you can see the link to here   I had 2 copies printed, one for my Mom and Dad and one for me, and am really pleased with the finished product!  

But now to today's post.  The above wedding photo of my Mom's grandparents, Jeannie Morrison Jamieson and Alexander Milne was recently sent to me from cousin Greg from B.C.  It would have been taken near Rothiemay, Scotland where they were married on December 24, 1897. I put the picture on my computer as a desktop background and then noticed the interesting brooch on her neck as enlarged below.

 

It looks like a claw of some poor animal but it also brought back a memory for my kids as something they loved to play with at Grandma and Grandpa's house at Oak River.  On my last visit there, I found them in the box of toys and took the photos below.  With a bit of help from Google, I found that these are Bird Talon Brooches!  I have links to a few pages of similar ones here , here and here  

 The one above seems to be from a ptarmigan as is written about in this blog. She says:

Since the Victorian era when Scottish jewellery became popular, the birds foot of the Ptarmigan has been used in the jewellery industry, to produce claw brooches.
Originally worn on kilts, shawls and cloaks - it was prized for good luck especially when on a game hunting trip. Still very collectible vintage jewellery today.

It seems they were made in Scotland as well as Birmingham, England in the Victorian era, mid 1800's to 1900.

The one above is more like the one Jeannie is wearing in the photo and it looks a little worse for wear with only 2 talons remaining.  It would seem to be from a falcon, as it has less fur. 

These brooches originally belonged to my Dad's Mom's sister, Lizzie Sinclair Morcom.  She is pictured above in with her husband Jack in a Souvenir Photo from the Sheraton-Brock Hotel in Niagara Falls, Ontario.  The photo was likely taken when they were in Toronto for the Royal Winter Fair with their heavy horses, maybe in the forties.  Jack was from England and his father was a gold miner, in South Africa and later Bisset, Manitoba.  The brooches may have belonged to his mother or perhaps were given as gifts to Lizzie.  They are certainly unique and would raise eyebrows if worn today!