tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84481219145758594782024-03-09T20:46:12.726-06:0052 Ancestors - 52 Weeks
This is a blog where I post the information and photos I have for my Simms/Kinnaird family tree. I am willing to share information with others and would be glad to hear about errors I've made and other information you have. All of the images I post here are free to be used for personal, genealogical reasons. Please contact me before you publish any of them online. Thanks! Sharon Ssharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.comBlogger142125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448121914575859478.post-19782868675007891892023-03-30T17:36:00.002-05:002023-03-31T10:24:35.504-05:00Miss Catherine Black - a Blanshard Spinster<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtqCI6lNtUk6oJfGgHtdxGOSHe1CAKtdFyXmwwbQ-GZQS34veg-aYGeoIPQ8eKB35CJToRARlZIOxpLf20xGcO2OPNVFsUF_STzGwLUTPLsa56cxzJf3jDH6_pTVnv6aL24x-dgabEE5XH3WVIRExzMfEE0ox3SRgFMEsGnm3lC1ZivfPuaGiM-Np8qg/s269/2DD4F76D-806D-485C-A683-5E7D0DF53C88.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="269" data-original-width="157" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtqCI6lNtUk6oJfGgHtdxGOSHe1CAKtdFyXmwwbQ-GZQS34veg-aYGeoIPQ8eKB35CJToRARlZIOxpLf20xGcO2OPNVFsUF_STzGwLUTPLsa56cxzJf3jDH6_pTVnv6aL24x-dgabEE5XH3WVIRExzMfEE0ox3SRgFMEsGnm3lC1ZivfPuaGiM-Np8qg/s1600/2DD4F76D-806D-485C-A683-5E7D0DF53C88.jpeg" width="157" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"> This blog post follows <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2023/02/miss-laura-delamater-blanshard-spinster.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">the last one about Laura Delamater</a> chronicling the
life of an unmarried lady from the former RM of Blanshard who had a remarkable life story that I wanted to share. It is
being told due to the generous help of her family - nieces and nephews and their
children who fondly remember Aunt Kate for who she was and what she over came
in her life. </span></p><p class="Default" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: medium;">Catherine Isabella Black (better known as Katie or
Kate) was born March 18, 1905 on the family farm south of Oak River, MB to
James and Mary Black. She was raised with
two older brothers Alex and Archie and a younger sister Florence. An
older brother Elwood was born in 1906 and died 4 months later. </span></span></p><p class="Default" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 13pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmyCzBkFUGMPRa4IVbrjq_pxwQ8UIuO_WhayIIfblJWvtumVQSTWinfXRsfAU5rEkHWk_n9-DkrUbpnSMu8ttHnecpuLYZR8JtA7rMCBsBtJRTCE6rNvRBhWpUk_xFUGI5SBKwSQU1XvLJlcaWRTfLgsR3MxMa9lJ9_rCbXA6mUcu3J7UfSxmKTxRqRQ/s1618/B3205E90-8A8F-4208-B6C5-BB3109DC5E68.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1117" data-original-width="1618" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmyCzBkFUGMPRa4IVbrjq_pxwQ8UIuO_WhayIIfblJWvtumVQSTWinfXRsfAU5rEkHWk_n9-DkrUbpnSMu8ttHnecpuLYZR8JtA7rMCBsBtJRTCE6rNvRBhWpUk_xFUGI5SBKwSQU1XvLJlcaWRTfLgsR3MxMa9lJ9_rCbXA6mUcu3J7UfSxmKTxRqRQ/w640-h442/B3205E90-8A8F-4208-B6C5-BB3109DC5E68.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kate on her Dad's knee, Archie and Alex in the middle and Florence on her Mom's knee in about 1910</td></tr></tbody></table><p><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">James had come from Bruce County Ontario with his father Alex in 1879 and they were two of the very early pioneers in </span><a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/municipalities/blanshard.shtml" rel="nofollow" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";" target="_blank">Blanshard, Manitoba</a><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">. You can listen to a very interesting oral history here <a href="https://wmrl.ca/files/Oral%20Histories/Black%2CAlex-Oak%20River%20pioneer/">https://wmrl.ca/files/Oral%20Histories/Black%2CAlex-Oak%20River%20pioneer/</a> as told by James and Mar's son Alex in the 1980's. Just click on the mp3 file beside the music note to listen. James' wife, the former Mary Ann McLean joined him later and they settled on SE 16-13-22 W1 to begin their family and carve out their future from the prairie. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";">Kate, born in 1905 and her younger sister Florence in 1908 were both born deaf, with poor eyesight
and unsteadiness. Such a
blow to those parents but I wonder if they took solace in the facts their girls had
each other. The support from their
parents is so evident in the fact that both Kate and Florence attended <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/deafdumbinstitute.shtml" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">The School for the Deaf </a>in Winnipeg, Kate from 1913 to 1923. </span></span></p><p><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
logistics and expense for 10 years close to 300 kilometres away from home must have been a
real challenge. The C.P.R. did offer reduced
fare on train tickets to students, beginning in 1891. There was no tuition for the deaf school, the
same as any other school, but there was a charge for room and board. For it to
continue, their education must have been deemed a real success and important to
the family. </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Arial Unicode MS"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> </span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVbUmakNBD8wMctr3UXPNXgc0wsZA0gh5qR-W8ohas3da0yWr_35NV-gPLVIt9iPjKkihQ5wc4hbbDAIL2xzW1qVJTaZMxtadNu43xLKFJkx-ehrJoYc6gRVYvVXLELDJ6JvhMGzag0yumtQK1wTmZMuXrGf0LWoV5mC8kj_3r9QZ3ocnQm1V91lMzIA/s600/381AC626-F1DC-4858-95DA-4AD95DA11BAB.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="600" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVbUmakNBD8wMctr3UXPNXgc0wsZA0gh5qR-W8ohas3da0yWr_35NV-gPLVIt9iPjKkihQ5wc4hbbDAIL2xzW1qVJTaZMxtadNu43xLKFJkx-ehrJoYc6gRVYvVXLELDJ6JvhMGzag0yumtQK1wTmZMuXrGf0LWoV5mC8kj_3r9QZ3ocnQm1V91lMzIA/s320/381AC626-F1DC-4858-95DA-4AD95DA11BAB.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Exercising on the lawn - Sherbrooke and Portage Ave<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0vILpSkpsrhLIuvhSWunIS3Ya8SyHdB17Hmgh5G2fXQmBv1odpBacBah3RAG_vsGy4qUt6diTkx5ZS4Ml0XHdwZzSCW4ZbOGYN1cI9odUDAEnSjN1-_kcKEgm17OBMe4NTQoaA7IRIoJYqKHhMq92vMi88-1vjKDMUc_aOumefN5eOrsp1aiVMIB-RQ/s600/EFEC927B-AA0C-45CD-8207-9D726A16E304.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0vILpSkpsrhLIuvhSWunIS3Ya8SyHdB17Hmgh5G2fXQmBv1odpBacBah3RAG_vsGy4qUt6diTkx5ZS4Ml0XHdwZzSCW4ZbOGYN1cI9odUDAEnSjN1-_kcKEgm17OBMe4NTQoaA7IRIoJYqKHhMq92vMi88-1vjKDMUc_aOumefN5eOrsp1aiVMIB-RQ/s320/EFEC927B-AA0C-45CD-8207-9D726A16E304.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New school <a href="https://www.msd.ca/history.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">opened in 1921</a> at 500 Shaftsbury Blvd</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Beside
academics, the Black girls learned sign language, took dance lessons and made life long
friends. The<a href="https://www.ancestry.ca/sharing/2810293?mark=7b22746f6b656e223a224e782b6730745a7244376d5a69676870686f7a63577862504147494979744a714b43614c72336b737867773d222c22746f6b656e5f76657273696f6e223a225632227d" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"> 1916 Canadian Census</a> shows
Kate as an 11 year old 'inmate' in the dormitory of the Deaf and Dumb Institute
of Tuxedo Park. 42 other girls and 57
boys are listed with birthplaces all over Canada and beyond. Other students came from the city of Winnipeg
for day school. Most were teenagers but
some were as young as 7. Teachers hired
were often deaf themselves and were in charge of formal academic education as well as vocational education such as homemaking skills and carpentry.
Students who lived in residence
were given daily chores to help run the institution. The Principal at this time was <a href="https://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/people/mcdermid_hj.shtml" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Howard McDermid</a>
who had taken over from his father, the previous principal. Life in residence for the girls would have
been a huge contrast from life at home on the farm. Living in close quarters was a risk during
the Spanish flu epidemic of 1919 and in fact the school closed for a time. Chicken pox and diphtheria outbreaks also
happened and sick children were attended to in the medical ward. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><p class="Default" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: medium;">Not only were the Black girls students, they became
teachers at home in instructing many of their relatives to use sign language so they
could communicate with them. For those
that didn't sign, they communicated by writing. Following along with being
teachers, spelling errors in what was written to her were always corrected by striking
the word out and putting the proper spelling above it. Kate
was also really frugal to use every last bit of space on the paper. Once the
sheet was full she would flip it on its side and write there until it was full.</span><span style="font-size: 13pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="Default" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-US">Kate and Florence made many friends at school and
always kept in touch through letters. Her nephew remembers there weren't many
days they didn't get a letter or two in the mail. He also remembers friends
coming to visit and he would look in the parlour where they were visiting and
the fingers were going so fast he didn't know how they knew what was being
said! Kate could also sit down and write a letter and have it ready to mail in
a few minutes. <o:p></o:p></span>Besides friends Katie kept in touch with many relatives and never forgot a birthday. She was proof that social and family connections did not rely on the spoken word.</span></p><p class="Default" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: medium;">Katie was also an artist, a trait that has carried down
in her family. She would draw little
animals and again with her teacher skills, showed her nieces and nephews how to
draw them.</span><span style="font-size: 13pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="Default" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 13pt;">
</span></p><p class="Default" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Younger sister Florence loved animals and preferred
outside jobs on the farm while Kate liked to cook and do the housework. This
led to a few disagreements when Florence would bring animals in the house and
Kate would shoo them out! Brother Alex and his
wife Blanche and their 4 children lived in another house in the same yard.
Every Sunday night the family would gather at Alex and
Blanche's for supper. </span></p></span><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span><p class="Default" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sad days were ahead for the Black family that would
change the habits of the past. Kate's dad, 95 year old James passed away in
1949 and sadly Florence passed away suddenly in 1950 at the age of 42. I cannot
imagine how difficult that must have been on Kate. More c<span lang="EN-US">hange came however and in 1951, Kate and her mother Mary
moved into a little house on Limit Street in Oak River. Daughter was the main caretaker for her
mother until she passed away in 1955 at 91 years old. Change happened again in 1956, when Kate took a solo trip to Toronto to
visit relatives. Imagine her bravery to
manage the train and strange busy places on her own. </span><span lang="DA"> After </span><span lang="EN-US">returning to Oak River, Kate must have been happy with
that taste of the world outside her hometown so that she journeyed to Edmonton to visit relatives. Knowing what a gem she would have been, they
asked her to stay and work at their rooming house at 12320 104th Ave near the
downtown which she did for the next 13 years.</span></span></p><p class="Default" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ZIY31XTGZoobJ5R_f2TGP6k7CuUh84cq4ikJ07-Tb6eYQlJAHpwLeBaWftsLbhC8dmL34iJpO4avZMOv2FwrE77KVCWPcNTPxyr3QrsJJp4fbO9WLJiYpQ5sGndvjdOn60IEQHX7eqjAT3ZKC89gN00tReelHasEmOgZ7m6OowG8oDFF24-MZIRPKg/s1299/E98C9F09-D950-4661-AD68-0B56D052A8A0.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1006" data-original-width="1299" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ZIY31XTGZoobJ5R_f2TGP6k7CuUh84cq4ikJ07-Tb6eYQlJAHpwLeBaWftsLbhC8dmL34iJpO4avZMOv2FwrE77KVCWPcNTPxyr3QrsJJp4fbO9WLJiYpQ5sGndvjdOn60IEQHX7eqjAT3ZKC89gN00tReelHasEmOgZ7m6OowG8oDFF24-MZIRPKg/w400-h310/E98C9F09-D950-4661-AD68-0B56D052A8A0.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kate sitting in the center, surrounded by family at a Christmas gathering.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In 1970 at the age of 65, Katie moved back east to her house in Oak River. These were the years I remember Katie from. A friend of mine was her great niece and I would occasionally accompany her to take or get something from Kate’s little house. Visiting to collect Halloween treats or share Christmas carols and dainties with our youth group are two things I recall. Katie's expression lit up like a Christmas tree when she saw my friend Arlene. I have to admit I was afraid of Kate with her utterances I didn't understand. Arlene recalls that she always enjoyed T.V. and seemed to understand the programs even though she couldn't hear and there was no closed captioning in those days. She kept up to date on local and world news reading the Brandon Sun and other papers. </span><span>Kate took a keen interest in politics and always voted
Liberal. She was a big fan of Pierre Trudeau. At one family gathering, someone
stuck a big picture of John </span><span>Diefenbaker </span><span>on her wall and she got a big laugh out
of that. </span></span></div></div></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKTWYH8OokZU955OEXqoAyknAybkSoBNpDqgdKXE1imHtpkecEguw62YrQyLc21lLDYz31O8_Vwt1Yv3shjOcoBDvcvVKBGSQ4OAuVyaNyv25hBopyhPRuNFulpAeDJnhYChXD_dKQx-cfjfW4Io3NXLLthHGanQyQC-SkgdF5cGFni6K5Q8OSfUQZcw/s1023/B670FE60-D3CF-43BA-AA0B-D0B66055B110.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1001" data-original-width="1023" height="391" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKTWYH8OokZU955OEXqoAyknAybkSoBNpDqgdKXE1imHtpkecEguw62YrQyLc21lLDYz31O8_Vwt1Yv3shjOcoBDvcvVKBGSQ4OAuVyaNyv25hBopyhPRuNFulpAeDJnhYChXD_dKQx-cfjfW4Io3NXLLthHGanQyQC-SkgdF5cGFni6K5Q8OSfUQZcw/w400-h391/B670FE60-D3CF-43BA-AA0B-D0B66055B110.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kate holding one of the third generation of Blacks to live in Blanshard. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="Default" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-US"><span>She was a good cook and had some big family gatherings
at her little house. It was crowded, spilling into the outdoors but lots of
fun. Her growing family of great nieces and nephews were a joy to her. </span></span><span>Her family got groceries,
mail and checked in on her so she could be independent as she wanted. Unfortunately, for the
last few years of her life Katie was blind. She could still write to her family
but they had no way of communicating back to her. She still never forgot a
birthday and always made sure she got out to vote for the Liberal party.
Despite all her hardships she always remained in good spirits. Kate lived on
her own until her death in 1993. </span></span></p><p class="Default" style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What an inspiration and I'm proud to be able to share the details of her life, well lived.</span></p><p></p>sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448121914575859478.post-69850963643019324032023-02-12T17:29:00.003-06:002023-02-12T17:35:31.195-06:00Miss Laura Delamater - a Blanshard Spinster<p><span style="font-size: medium;">This post is not about an Ancestor of mine but in 1983, I did live in a basement apartment in Brandon on 13th Street on the floor below Miss Delamater. When she saw my last name on the mailbox, she had to know if I was an Oak River Simms and and was delighted when I told her I was. We had a few visits over tea and she gifted me some old Oak River Post newspapers. I've used the Blanshard history books and found a few online sources to tell her story as I know it today. I'll be glad to add more details or correct my errors! </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis3lvgE4PvqMTUtlfNommy7oxzMAtsKLKiiFe3ph8RAka1Sz9Ozrdwsm5YMsOg9BVJ25xnGzXwHUaYDNRBsqZ6vTtmhd4OAvsO-R7xGUU2w6OEttCScNY8MHwA6ZzVOLXD68ZVnaSNeG-px6Tj650d_5D0MH9Nhs-Df0aQSYSSfbtugloRkmhlx8RYnA/s1639/74EBF6B4-49D6-45F9-8604-C2C7545F261D.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1639" data-original-width="950" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis3lvgE4PvqMTUtlfNommy7oxzMAtsKLKiiFe3ph8RAka1Sz9Ozrdwsm5YMsOg9BVJ25xnGzXwHUaYDNRBsqZ6vTtmhd4OAvsO-R7xGUU2w6OEttCScNY8MHwA6ZzVOLXD68ZVnaSNeG-px6Tj650d_5D0MH9Nhs-Df0aQSYSSfbtugloRkmhlx8RYnA/w231-h400/74EBF6B4-49D6-45F9-8604-C2C7545F261D.jpeg" width="231" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Laura Ethel Delamater was the eldest of three daughters born to Ethel (Sparling) and Walter Delamater on September 13, 1915. She grew up on her parent's farm at 11- 13-22 W1, south and east of Oak River. Her parents married in 1914 with both being members of pioneer families. The Delamaters arriving to Blanshard from the USA in 1878 and the Sparlings from Ontario in 1909. Ethel was the first teacher at <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/bankburnschool.shtml" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Bankburn School</a> before marrying Walter. My family has a close connection to that school <a href="https://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2019/02/bankburn-school.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">as told here</a>. </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj6r7AClTZlR6WgDP02qY5Sbs8xmYh_Tk99t5iVqkuS5fy4BlLAk3lSWOS8I52O16NPRtiO7BOlP-5RsJnd5f5UuYauC4XNqcNRnLoG_wAI5zTw92H22BwEkj2C2zvm0DTEcmrr-fnlaJmgr9pJ5yFpCC6-YffOJCIqFGBjDlM2PR4ECDwbXZ0rFTt0A/s2072/42352B62-C55C-4F3E-84BA-E9E9A4FA3F42.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2072" data-original-width="1897" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj6r7AClTZlR6WgDP02qY5Sbs8xmYh_Tk99t5iVqkuS5fy4BlLAk3lSWOS8I52O16NPRtiO7BOlP-5RsJnd5f5UuYauC4XNqcNRnLoG_wAI5zTw92H22BwEkj2C2zvm0DTEcmrr-fnlaJmgr9pJ5yFpCC6-YffOJCIqFGBjDlM2PR4ECDwbXZ0rFTt0A/w183-h200/42352B62-C55C-4F3E-84BA-E9E9A4FA3F42.jpeg" width="183" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Laura had two younger sisters, Mary who trained as a nurse and went on to marry a doctor, Robert Hoare and have a family. Youngest sister Iva married a missionary John Wood and spent some of her life in Trinidad before settling in Windsor, Ontario with her family of four. As young girls, the Delamater sisters were members of the Upland Literary Society which operated from 1932-1938 as a social group of about 30 families who took turns hosting dances, literary meetings, debates, performances, card tournaments, and relay suppers.</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6i6Af2uFv8ATHeeATcaAINVyiJSDbQWPLJT7IR6Vp8Y_Dk9bnNBP4Q-RH_GBTmNEgeQuyEM69xWaSC45mD9yRTS0ehZASPOVLIW6NGDZSU4HprKLY6_MdhmYXyFGfEl5m-FjcRPr1Y2VMy3dYLBwNKEJupTWcinrHnNALwLgyvhdZ7RaWEIuSz6LaRA/s1182/1961%20journal.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1182" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6i6Af2uFv8ATHeeATcaAINVyiJSDbQWPLJT7IR6Vp8Y_Dk9bnNBP4Q-RH_GBTmNEgeQuyEM69xWaSC45mD9yRTS0ehZASPOVLIW6NGDZSU4HprKLY6_MdhmYXyFGfEl5m-FjcRPr1Y2VMy3dYLBwNKEJupTWcinrHnNALwLgyvhdZ7RaWEIuSz6LaRA/w406-h640/1961%20journal.jpg" width="406" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://indigenoustbhistory.ca/files/San-Board-News-Bulletin-July-1961.pdf">https://indigenoustbhistory.ca/files/San-Board-News-Bulletin-July-1961.pdf<br /><br /></a></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The most helpful biography above was found in the News Bulletin of the Sanitorium Board of Manitoba Volume 3 Number 7 from July 1961 found at<a href="https://indigenoustbhistory.ca/files/San-Board-News-Bulletin-July-1961.pdf" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"> this website</a>. It tells that Laura was stricken with tuberculosis in the 1930's and was sent to <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/ninettesanatorium.shtml" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Ninette Sanitorium</a> for treatment and her mother was sick with it as well. Rest and isolation seems to be the way TB was treated. Laura was well enough to help in the laboratory and it was then that she discovered her life's calling. She graduated with a Registered Technician's Diploma in 1940 and worked at Ninette for the next 7 years until she moved to Brandon to the Sanatorium there on 10th Street and Queen's Avenue where inpatient treatment of indigenous people for tuberculosis had begun after WW2. She helped write <a href="https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC1591819/pdf/canmedaj00640-0056.pdf" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">a paper found here</a> in 1950 and remained at that facility until it closed in 1959. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the meantime, Laura's parents had sold the farm in 1942 and moved into Oak River where her father was a dealer for Cockshutt Equipment until he became ill. Walter passed away in 1961 and Ethel moved to Brandon to live with with Laura until she died in 1974. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Laura was the head laboratory technician for 26 years until she retired in 1973. The Brandon Sun has a picture of her retirement coffee party which was attended by 150 of her friends and colleagues at the Assiniboine Hospital. Laura was retired for 20 years before she died in 1993. She is buried with her parents in <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/205103679/laura-ethel-delamater" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Oak River Cemetery</a>. A life well lived. </span></div><p></p>sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448121914575859478.post-89511236080628856432021-12-03T11:51:00.116-06:002021-12-03T19:03:05.761-06:00Blue Willow Platter<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdOSaSRgywgpTvGAo5w6hxt4nKZ9mHrapFqcHh44jQptdIEV30pbxKYKEARViJiDyDLyo9ZU3lkvtMcIzmvq3UzYPQm_fbqhrobo_URb8zDaG4qntS_tVfzttA2TPwftqz0CZ7-78BnJRe/s2048/E9CDFCF5-441F-4B32-B6AF-5656396DC240.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdOSaSRgywgpTvGAo5w6hxt4nKZ9mHrapFqcHh44jQptdIEV30pbxKYKEARViJiDyDLyo9ZU3lkvtMcIzmvq3UzYPQm_fbqhrobo_URb8zDaG4qntS_tVfzttA2TPwftqz0CZ7-78BnJRe/w400-h300/E9CDFCF5-441F-4B32-B6AF-5656396DC240.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I was intrigued when my cousin Marilee brought this platter to me to see what I could discover about it. It was given to her by our <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/01/week-1-aunt-dodie.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Aunt Dodie</a>, Doris (Simms) Henry of Oak River, MB, years ago. With my friend Google, I was actually able to find out quite a bit. I have had an attraction to Blue Willow for years and was even able to buy a boxful of it at an auction sale in 2018 for $1. When it turned out to be 24 saucers and 2 cups, I smashed the saucers with a hammer and used them to tile a broken table. I then sold the table for a little profit! </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE744G1EJ0YbPDATWutis28I8MjldY0jnYOyetSstKgP5hxVrTE11zJnVOSftPZG6l12_gTWM8avpMQ-X5a7hTNWQGPP2bh537S9zm5dFJKfjj5tGBT8wutlHtfcmfSzXssDjtaDlYcJp9/s960/37971181_10155846120261242_7525389736089747456_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE744G1EJ0YbPDATWutis28I8MjldY0jnYOyetSstKgP5hxVrTE11zJnVOSftPZG6l12_gTWM8avpMQ-X5a7hTNWQGPP2bh537S9zm5dFJKfjj5tGBT8wutlHtfcmfSzXssDjtaDlYcJp9/w240-h320/37971181_10155846120261242_7525389736089747456_n.jpg" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdrFZ2l5mJzDO33NeoLi0t9XDFN_xopCyWApe8nJe7Egc6rNjXJAjfEwRHxTOE3cusQpBg856oT8NcvbjJ5iriw9xAGu2HLNJFCOVrAPh8Jes-GBb_2lYAiitr4TpjrhmByeU_c6VQ6m76/s960/38764095_10155870862761242_5122554257819566080_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdrFZ2l5mJzDO33NeoLi0t9XDFN_xopCyWApe8nJe7Egc6rNjXJAjfEwRHxTOE3cusQpBg856oT8NcvbjJ5iriw9xAGu2HLNJFCOVrAPh8Jes-GBb_2lYAiitr4TpjrhmByeU_c6VQ6m76/w240-h320/38764095_10155870862761242_5122554257819566080_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Blue Willow pattern is one of the most easily recognizable and has been in production for many many years. It was first created in England by Thomas Turner in the late 1700’s even though it appears to be Oriental. The pattern was used on plates, cups, bowls, teapots and more by manufacturers around the world, each with its own distinct variations. Japan and the United States made their own designs in the post war years and it was quite popular china and restaurant ware in the 20th century. There are many variations in the details of the picture and besides the most popular blue, it was also made in red/pink, green, black and brown. Some have more than one colour but most are monochromic. It is still available new in lots of places. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Transferwear is when the design is inked onto tissue then transferred to the china piece. Often wrinkles and folds happened and that makes it a sign that it was not mass produced. I found a great Youtube video showing the process here <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9P7sIvxtLho">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9P7sIvxtLho</a></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>This platter of Marilee's measures 15.5 inches by 12 inches and it has a one inch deep recess. </span><span>The stamp on the bottom says <i>Warranted Staffordshire W.A. & Sons England</i> identified here <a href="http://www.thepotteries.org/mark/a/adams1.html">http://www.thepotteries.org/mark/a/adams1.html</a> as belonging to Adams Pottery from 1891- early 1900’s. English manufacturers like this are more valued and sought after by collectors. </span><span> </span>Some sites refer to the embossed numbers 10 and 21 on the reverse as a year of manufacture and some say it refers to the size. <span>Like everything, Facebook and the internet have many sites for collectors to look through and find conflicting information!</span> </span></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZh66fk6z8Elugf85Ipwvd5icjAlrOQFX_wXuHKq84VS3TdR8Wj69rhPTsmYrp1xKEGDRZxywoQNReFU_uqX3mryvLRukmao7UxTfQPdp1pKWElI0U2A7zUxJx7Aam6hkb1TQt5wsez7MT/s2048/F77E89A8-4AAD-4A7F-A974-F2105A3B2506.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZh66fk6z8Elugf85Ipwvd5icjAlrOQFX_wXuHKq84VS3TdR8Wj69rhPTsmYrp1xKEGDRZxywoQNReFU_uqX3mryvLRukmao7UxTfQPdp1pKWElI0U2A7zUxJx7Aam6hkb1TQt5wsez7MT/s320/F77E89A8-4AAD-4A7F-A974-F2105A3B2506.jpeg" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-RM2RtIltLvGCVpBqc7mdUYr8mrur7Fv_wq2HPy96OxS8K_YWSVeW8G0LE7gawU1wvHXGRD9Qbw1kjnAF4qt9I9JwEDBPLkmbEqHrRGwqDo1nT7OjNc-NM_RR9LXPXP3lJ21tuR-lPsy/s2048/61E81E6F-E433-4892-8E72-1794785A0552.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-RM2RtIltLvGCVpBqc7mdUYr8mrur7Fv_wq2HPy96OxS8K_YWSVeW8G0LE7gawU1wvHXGRD9Qbw1kjnAF4qt9I9JwEDBPLkmbEqHrRGwqDo1nT7OjNc-NM_RR9LXPXP3lJ21tuR-lPsy/w200-h150/61E81E6F-E433-4892-8E72-1794785A0552.jpeg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><p style="text-align: left;">This pattern is called Standard Willow. The willow tree is just to the left of the middle with 12 branches, leaning over a bridge. Three 3 people walking across it or perhaps fishing. Several tea houses are part of the pictures as is a boat and a zig zag fence. The two lovebirds are always part of the pattern and in some they are chubbier and others they appear to be kissing! The legend as explained on this site is reprinted below. <br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://adirondackgirlatheart.com/vintage-blue-willow-china/">https://adirondackgirlatheart.com/vintage-blue-willow-china/</a></span></p></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><blockquote>Once upon a time, Koong-se a young woman of great beauty fell in love with Chang, her father’s accountant. Enraged when he discovers their love, he banishes the obviously lower class young man and constructs a wall to enforce their separation.</blockquote></i></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ4tgo-KpJOjCOttAUhNa5nrT6xUmucJnZGK25-cgwRE1xR4b5KpXISfcszzkcxQW2iL9Kx4fCUpZeDskDFIw58y7URa8KPCe3swKTPhy24nBGVIu-o_oUgCbRsNdt7lgupfzhX0aVxeJf/s2048/35FF85E8-C48A-474B-B267-F4F96D1CDACE.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ4tgo-KpJOjCOttAUhNa5nrT6xUmucJnZGK25-cgwRE1xR4b5KpXISfcszzkcxQW2iL9Kx4fCUpZeDskDFIw58y7URa8KPCe3swKTPhy24nBGVIu-o_oUgCbRsNdt7lgupfzhX0aVxeJf/w320-h240/35FF85E8-C48A-474B-B267-F4F96D1CDACE.jpeg" width="320" /></a><blockquote style="font-style: italic;">Daily the girl walks to the property’s edge and stands beneath the willow tree, gazing out across the sea and dreaming of her love. She despairs when she learns her father plans to marry her to a Duke. </blockquote><blockquote style="font-style: italic;">But on the evening before her wedding, she escapes with her one true love; they race across the bridge and flee on the Duke’s own ship! Sadly, their union isn’t meant to last. </blockquote><blockquote style="font-style: italic;"><p> The Duke tracks them to an island where they’ve built a beautiful life, and he slays Chang, leaving Koong-se bereft. She dies of a broken heart.</p></blockquote><blockquote style="font-style: italic;">The gods take pity on the pair and turn them into doves, allowing them to fly together forever.</blockquote><p>We don't know the history of the platter before Aunt Dodie had it but it was no doubt a cherished possession. Thanks to Marilee for the chance to find out more. I will print out a copy of this post to tape to the back of it so this piece of the story is carried forward with it. Make this the day that you write down everything you know about a treasured piece, sign it and attach it to the item. Someday an ancestor will thank you.</p></span><p></p></div>sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448121914575859478.post-1646738678112909592020-11-13T11:34:00.001-06:002020-11-13T11:34:31.073-06:00Perhaps Not Unprecedented Times<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Unprecedented times seems to be a phrase used often in the media and general conversations these days. Covid-19 has been top of our minds for many months and will be a memory we will have for the rest of our days when it is over. Historians and genealogists have a tendency to look back to help us make sense of the present and this post is the result of that reflection. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuVZJsu7qBLHj1U7Tc1EQQ3XTh8lLkpsbygT_4u0k5xEUe5DjsWzGowyj4V0CFKpsZYfkzvi8cvTYIhMotkG-76p5vehZr96nugdTyeIUxJWbCS9JnYX0qqedzbDR_x1gyj6l2T8uwt-u3/s1600/Alex+Sinclair.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="486" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuVZJsu7qBLHj1U7Tc1EQQ3XTh8lLkpsbygT_4u0k5xEUe5DjsWzGowyj4V0CFKpsZYfkzvi8cvTYIhMotkG-76p5vehZr96nugdTyeIUxJWbCS9JnYX0qqedzbDR_x1gyj6l2T8uwt-u3/s320/Alex+Sinclair.jpg" width="162" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhda-FGsp8CNskYzVgU-ewhMz0ZR21Ej8lAIMOvYZGXFkwYRS127ZSSDfBjeSVigkKcAGTR-3dloN3nLpW4rNZJ0rjyBb8VtywWPT9XCZP73G06mSu_WMk5Bv5bfBYSZrkifUP3ITWpds54/s1600/Alex+Sinclair+obit.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1065" data-original-width="461" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhda-FGsp8CNskYzVgU-ewhMz0ZR21Ej8lAIMOvYZGXFkwYRS127ZSSDfBjeSVigkKcAGTR-3dloN3nLpW4rNZJ0rjyBb8VtywWPT9XCZP73G06mSu_WMk5Bv5bfBYSZrkifUP3ITWpds54/s320/Alex+Sinclair+obit.jpg" width="138" /></a> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>My great uncle, Alexander Sinclair, died a few days short of his 21st birthday in May of 1920 near Oak River, Manitoba. Born June 1, 1899, Alexander was the second youngest of a family of six children of pioneer farmers <a href="https://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/01/week-4-james-garrioch-sinclair.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">James</a> and <a href="https://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/02/week-7-elizabeth-henry-sinclair.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Elizabeth</a> (Henry) Sinclair. Educated at <a href="https://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2019/02/bankburn-school.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Bankburn School</a>, Alex farmed 16-14-22W1 with his family until his young death. The Oak River Post newspaper clipping indicates he was stricken with influenza earlier in March and was unable to recover. His family remembered him with a large stone at nearby <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/138201135/alexander-sinclair" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">White Bank Lea Cemetery.</a> As deeply as the Sinclair family must have been grieving their son, they were not alone. <div><br /></div><div>Four of Alex's cousins, children of his mother's brother, William Henry, died a few miles away from the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1918_flu_pandemic">epidemic of influenza</a> earlier that same year in March of 1920. This would have been the same time that Alexander got sick. Their obituary notice below was found online from the Oak River Post.</div><div><div>
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GEORGE T., WILDRED JAMES, DELLA and EDITH HENRY<br />To lose four children in two days has just been the exceptionally sad<br />lot of Mr. and Mrs. William HENRY, the cause of death in each case being<br />pneumonia following influenza. George T., aged 18 years and 11 months,<br />and Della aged 14 years and 5 months, died less than an hour apart on<br />Friday morning, and Wilfred James, aged sixteen, and Edith aged eleven,<br />passed away early Sunday morning. The deceased were all of a robust<br />constitution and particularly well developed for their age, but in spite<br />of this and all that medical science could do for them, the disease was<br />of such a malignant type that they could not withstand its ravages.<br />The four children were buried in White Bank Lea cemetery, the former<br />two on Saturday forenoon and the latter two on Sunday evening, Rev. Wm.<br />FERGUSON officiating.<br />Four pleasant faces will be greatly missed from the life of our<br />community, and our tenderest sympathies are extended to the fond parents<br />in their grief.</i></blockquote><br />A photo of the Henry children's weathered grave marker at <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/cemetery/2552963/white-bank-lea-cemetery" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">White Bank Lea</a> is below. Over 100 years has passed but the story of the short lives of these children remains carved in the stone. Their small community had already experienced such sadness, unfortunately. </div><div><br /><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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Three young children of <a href="https://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/08/week-31-thomas-wilson.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Thomas and Lizzie Wilson</a> died the year before in 1919. These children's grandmother (<a href="https://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/07/week-29-ellen-tait-wilson.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Ellen Wilson</a>) and Alex's grandmother (<a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/01/week-2-mary-tait-henry.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Mary Henry</a>) were sisters and they all lived within a few miles of each other, northeast of Oak River. Robert Melvin was first to succumb on February 1, 1919. He was only 9 years old. His 3 year old sister Irma died the next day and on February 8, young Doris who was almost 2, was the third. They are buried in White Bank Lea around a single square stone with their names and birth and death dates on three sides. <br /><br />These stories are not shared to make anyone feel their worries of today are not justified. Times have changed but emotion has not. The eight children's stories continue to be told and remembered. The Wilson, Henry and Sinclair families carried on despite the tragedy and better days were ahead. Keeping their own household in quarantine was the only was to stop the virus while waiting for medical advances and they did. We will too. Stay safe at home, friends.</div>sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448121914575859478.post-76128162913319396742020-04-02T18:25:00.000-05:002020-04-14T12:36:50.602-05:00Memories of Oak River Memorial Rink <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Following up on the previous post on my 52 Ancestors Blog about <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2019/10/memories-of-oak-river-school.html">the school I attended</a>, this one is about the rink where I spent many hours as a child learning to skate and socializing with the Oak River, Manitoba community. My school classes skated and curled and the building was well used during the annual summer fair and other events. The sources for my writing today are the local Blanshard history books as well as the little blue-covered booklet pictured written by <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/165373092">Harold Griffiths</a> (1903-2009). Thanks to his great-nephew Garry Bridgeman and his wife Grace for sending it to me along with clippings about the rebuilding. They knew how much I would enjoy them and put them to good use!<br />
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Discussions to build a new rink began in 1948 when a group of local people raffled off a car and were able to raise $6000, according to Mr. Griffiths' book. There was an airplane hangar being sold from the former <a href="https://militarybruce.com/neepawa-airport-once-an-air-force-base/">RCAF station at Neepawa</a> for that exact amount and plans began.<br />
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The first men’s curling club in Oak River was organized in 1900. They used a temporary rink until 1914 when a building was built to be the curling rink in the winter and the agricultural exhibition building in the summer. It was built north of present #24 highway on the agricultural grounds where it has always been since. Outdoor hockey facilities were used for both men’s and ladies' clubs forming just after the turn of the century. According to 1984 Blanshard history book, the 1914 building had a waiting room and 3 sheets of curling ice encircled by a 14 foot wide sheet of skating ice.<br />
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Demand for more modern facilities after WW2 led to construction starting in 1948 with disassembly of the hangar and transporting all the bits and pieces to Oak River. Doors, windows, roofing, siding, lights, switches, gyproc and wires made their way over the 54 miles in 14 days with volunteer trucks and labour. Art Glinz is credited with keeping all the materials organized and storing them in the old school which he had purchased as well as in Tom Paxton's barn. Mr. Griffiths describes the dangerous job of lowering and moving the huge beams that would be the ribs of the facility. An engineer was hired for a while but there was a lack of funds to keep him on. Volunteers worked away at the process over the next 3 winters.<br />
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The Oak River Memorial Rink opened January 10, 1953 and it was built at an estimated cost of $30,000. The skating ice was 72 x 178. With a wooden dance floor over the ice surface, it held 500 people with standing room for 500 more. The dance gardens in Oak River were famous and many people I have met over the years would associate my hometown with dances. Famous entertainers like <a href="https://www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/don-messer-and-his-islanders-emc">Don Messer</a>, <a href="https://www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/mart-kenney-and-his-western-gentlemen-emc">Mart Kenny</a>, <a href="https://www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/tommy-hunter">Tommy Hunter</a> and <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frankie_Yankovic">Frankie Yankovic</a> stopped in Oak River in the 50’s. I have been told that Fred Glinz was the organizer of these dances for years and other performers included Marty Robbins, The Trashmen, Bobby Curtola and Bill and Sue-On Hillman. At one time the dance floor featured a rainbow mural as well as stars suspended overhead. The 4 sheets of curling ice were converted to artificial in 1967 for a cost of $14,000. The waiting room in the main rink seated 200 people.<br />
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If you were ever there, take a walk with me through the main doors, past the ticket booth and you see the back of rows of dark red velvet theatre chairs facing out on the skating ice. Dressing rooms with mint green painted doors and cupboards are to your left and down the hall to your right was an office and washrooms leading to the waiting room. The lunch counter stood on your right and the curling ice viewing area to your left. One memory I have is of curtains around the snake pit during bonspiel time, to keep young eyes out of the liquor being served I suppose! The "snake pit" also was in the basement and you brought your own bottle too at one time! The snap of brooms on the ice and boom of contacting rocks were sounds heard while sitting on the wooden two layer benches covered with carpet. The trophy cases must have been on the east wall but I don't really recall. I do remember the record player in the waiting room that needed to be restarted to keep music going to the skating ice between games of crack the whip and pom pom pull away! Mr. Glinz with his hands behind his back in his muskrat coat and hat with long bladed skates created his own breeze when he glided past. The hockey scoreboard was a sought after job especially during the Tournament of Champions weekend. After going up a ladder to the box, flood light bulbs were moved along a series of holes in a board to indicate the score. Cleaning the ice with push scrapers before the age of zambonis kept the kids active during inermissions.<br />
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In 1977, renovations to the waiting room and new lunch counter cupboards were made. Four dressing rooms were in the basement. Due to declining numbers in 1984, one sheet of curling ice was no longer used. It became a pretty intriguing skill to make use of the hump of ice (perhaps caused by the roof leaking) on the right side of the sheet #4 to bank your shot off! </div>
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Disaster struck on November 14, 1987 when a fire started by arson destroyed the rink.<br />
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Ever the strong community, eight days later the people packed a meeting chaired by Jim Forsyth in the school gym. Committees were struck, a contractor was hired and preparations for a new building began.<br />
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<span style="text-align: start;">The new rink opened November 5, 1988. I'd be pleased to hear your memories at <a href="mailto:ssimms@escape.ca">ssimms@escape.ca</a> </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: start;">Thanks to Alvina, Lyn, Louise, and Nicki for sharing your memories that I've added to the post. </span></div>
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It is hard to imagine just how many students and staff have passed through the doors of the five school buildings in Oak River over the years and went on to recall fond memories of their times there. I hope today's blog post does just that for my readers. <span style="text-align: center;">The Manitoba Historical Society webpage about the schools </span><a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/oakriverschool2.shtml" style="text-align: center;">here</a><span style="text-align: center;"> was a valuable help in my research as were the RM of Blanshard History books.</span><br />
In 1891, a building being used as a school was moved one mile south from SW 4-14-22 into the growing town. A two-story four-classroom brick veneer structure designed by Brandon architect W. A. Elliott was later built at a cost of about $12,000. This building opened in the spring of 1907 but was destroyed a few short months later by fire on October 21,1908 apparently while classes were in session. A replacement school was constructed during the summer of 1909 and opened later that year.<br />
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In May 1917, Oak River School was consolidated with three rural schools, <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2019/02/bankburn-school.html">Bankburn School No. 1098</a>, <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/maplewoodschool.shtml">Maplewood School No. 662</a>, and <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/wheatlandschool.shtml">Wheatland School No. 304</a>, to form the Oak River Consolidated School District No. 253. Students were transported from the outlying areas to town in horse drawn and later motorized vans including one driven by my grandmother <a href="https://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/07/week-30-mary-tait-sinclair-simms.html">Mary Simms</a> and her son Bob. The school van picture to the right is from the collection of Gwen (Simms) Milliken from her days teaching at <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/oakleighunionschool.shtml">Oakleigh School</a>. <br />
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The fourth Oak River School was built in 1929. My Dad and his twin sister Dorothy are marked in the photo below on the front step about 10 years later. (The former teacher in me notices the three little trustworthy boys with the triangles sitting cross legged in front and the wary teacher's eye on the boys in the back to behave during the picture taking!)<br />
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This building served the community and surrounding area for many years. In 1959 Grades 9 - 12 became part of <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/organization/rollingriverschooldivision.shtml">Ward 2 of the Rolling River School Division #39</a> following a province wide recommendation for larger governing bodies. Within a few years, all grades were brought under division responsibility as well. In 1959, classrooms were built in the Oak River School basement and a separate collegiate was built just north of it in 1961 to accommodate the increasing enrollment. In 1968, it was decided the Grade 10 - 12 students would be bussed to Rivers Collegiate. Community members established a private Kindergarten in 1961 and in 1968 it was taken over by the Rolling River School division.<br />
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This school (pictured at the top of this post) originally had four classrooms, with two more added on the north end in 1945. I remember the 5 classrooms (south two with cloakrooms), music room and staff room in the middle. The basement had 2 sides for boys and girls washrooms as well as a Science room and was used for indoor recess and a gym. This building closed in 1977 when the all students were then taught in the Junior High School building and two "huts". <br />
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My Mom, Margaret (Kinnaird) Simms taught the Grade 3-4 class at this school for 4 years beginning in 1956. Her friend Joyce first got a position there and Mom went to practice teach after her time in teacher training at Brandon College. As it turned out, she met my Dad in Oak River and continues to live there - 63 years later!<br />
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The 1961 collegiate building is still presently home to <a href="https://ors.rrsd.mb.ca/">Oak River School</a> and also accommodates a daycare center called <a href="https://www.manitobacooperator.ca/country-crossroads/early-learning-centre-provides-much-needed-licensed-daycare/">Villages United</a>. I was pleased to see on the school website that the "chicken hawk" mascot lives on that was designed by my classmate Charlie Shingoose in the late 1970's. Look - I still have the t shirt from the school uniform! More importantly, I could find it...<br />
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sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448121914575859478.post-61442789415507685902019-09-20T20:15:00.002-05:002019-09-20T20:27:00.116-05:00 Haddie Anyone?Sometimes a random conversation that makes me curious about something is all it takes for a day of internet research. The retired life suits me! A recent conversation with friends over supper while celebrating Dad's 87th birthday got me
thinking all the way home so here I go!<br />
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who sold him his farm and was introduced to my readers in <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2017/03/story-of-peter-rea.html">this previous blog post</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Pete's</span> generosity to a young farmer starting out
was fondly recalled but also his less than stellar cooking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While helping to stook his oat crop in the 50's, Peter
served Doyle a meal of cold Chicken Haddie, unbuttered bread and a glass of
water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Others </span> listening to the story remembered
the canned meat but were unsure what it was and hadn't seen it for years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> A</span> quick Google search found it is </span>a boneless mixture of white fish including cod, hake and pollock. I suppose the whiteness of the meat is where "chicken" comes from. A website carries <a href="https://shop.clearwater.ca/canada/chicken-haddie1.html">a version here </a> that they claim is perfect for seafood chowders and fish cakes. <a href="https://debbiesdish.com/cornmeal-crusted-salmon-cakes/" style="text-align: center;">This blog</a><span style="text-align: center;"> includes a recipe from a 1938 New Brunswick newspaper for fish cakes made with canned Chicken Haddie. </span></div>
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As a landlocked descendant raised on beef with chicken on Sundays, I can't say either of the Haddies sound very appealing to me. Susan Branch, a food blogger, does a wonderful job <a href="https://www.susanbranch.com/finnan-haddie/">in this post</a> of almost convincing me to try it. Almost. </div>
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Almost 93 years ago on <a href="http://climate.weather.gc.ca/climate_data/daily_data_e.html?timeframe=2&Year=1926&Month=6&Day=1&hlyRange=%7C&dlyRange=1890-01-01%7C2010-03-10&mlyRange=1890-01-01%7C2007-11-01&StationID=3472&Prov=MB&urlExtension=_e.html&searchType=stnProv&optLimit=specDate&StartYear=1840&EndYear=2019&selRowPerPage=25&Line=3&lstProvince=MB">June 1</a>,1926, a high of 12 degrees Celsius was recorded at Brandon but four days later a temperature of 25 degrees would have had my Manitoba ancestors working and playing in their shirt sleeves! Farmers all, they may have been annoyed at having to stop their daily activities to answer the questions of the visiting enumerator for the census but I am glad they complied! Liberal William Lyon Mackenzie King was holding onto a minority federal government for just another month and Manitoba was led by premier John Bracken of the Progressive party. Hopes were high for another large wheat harvest across the prairies and seeding would have been in full swing.<br />
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Back to present time - 2019 - my Twitter feed let me know that the database of the 1926 census of the 3 prairie provinces had just been released. Although the census was available earlier, there was no way to search for a particular name but you had to look page by page. Since 1871, a Canada-wide census has been held every 10 years. However, the population of the Prairie provinces was rapidly expanding, so there was a need for more frequent population counts in those provinces. It was decided to conduct a census of Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Alberta in June 1906 (in between the Canada-wide censuses), and every 10 years thereafter. The Statistics Act states that census returns will be transferred from Statistics Canada to <a href="http://www.bac-lac.gc.ca/eng/census/1926/Pages/search.aspx">Library and Archives Canada</a> 92 years after a census has been taken so here we are. The 1926 census database was created in partnership with <a href="https://www.familysearch.org/en/">FamilySearch</a> where volunteer genealogists indexed the records to make them searchable.<br />
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<a href="http://central.bac-lac.gc.ca/.item/?app=census1926&op=img&id=e011218827">Grandma Frances Milne</a> is listed as 20 years old with her parents Alexander and Jean on 14-11-27 in the RM of Wallace with 3 of her brothers Alexander, Jim and Charlie and her sister Nan. The last 3 were noted as students. The Milne’s are identified as Scottish with Alex immigrating in 1905 and Jean the next year.<br />
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<a href="http://central.bac-lac.gc.ca/.item/?app=census1926&op=img&id=e011218828">Grandpa Frank Kinnaird</a> would be married to Frances the next year but and in 1926 he is found as a 30 year old single man on the page before the Milnes. He lived at 1-11-27 in the RM of Wallace with his employee 48 year old Dave McMannus. A piece of information that I found interesting was that this census says both of Frank’s parents were born in Ireland when I believed they were born in Ontario. The census taker has indicated his racial origin is Irish. Hmmmm<br />
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<a href="http://central.bac-lac.gc.ca/.item/?app=census1926&op=img&id=e011221918">Grandma and Grandpa Simms</a>- Alexander and Mary Tait - are married and living on 15-14-22 with three of their children listed this way: Robt Alex (9), Doris Ellen (5) and Gwenny Elizth (2). Only a very few others on the page have middle names recorded by this enumerator (P.W. Thompson) so it makes me think it was Alex or Mary that gave the names that way. The surname is written "Sims" so evidently he was just writing what he heard. The family was living in a small house built after the fire that destroyed their home on New Years Eve 1923. No doubt as they told Mr. Thompson the names of their children, they were thinking of <a href="https://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/05/glenn-james-simms.html">Glenn James</a> who had died at the age of two years old less than a year before.</div>
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As seemed to be quite common in the area. Simms's have a labourer living with them of Polish origin named Joseph Bialas -19 years old and born in Manitoba. Neighbours on section 28, the Morcoms had a domestic living in their home, 17 year old Mary Bialas, perhaps the two were siblings or even a young married couple.<br />
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Irving Shadford who identifies as Irish and William Vanderbosh of Dutch origin are labourers in their twenties living at the Sinclair farm in June of 1926. </div>
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sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448121914575859478.post-80417459421639493852019-02-06T21:17:00.001-06:002019-02-06T21:17:18.344-06:00The Bankburn Star - December 21, 1907<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Further to the last post about<a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2019/02/bankburn-school.html"> Bankburn School </a> , this tabloid school newspaper has survived the past 112 years fairly well and gives us a glimpse of the school and community though the eyes of the school pupils. I wonder if there was ever a second edition or if this was the first and last. It is a wonder that it was printed on plain white paper, not newsprint, and the pictures were taken and reprinted so clearly. Hope you enjoy reading it! </div>
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It is always exciting to see a new comment on my blog and this week I received one on my <a href="https://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/07/week-30-mary-tait-sinclair-simms.html">Grandma Simms's </a>post about a classmate of hers from Bankburn School. The school was located straight north of Oak River on the Southwest quarter of 21-14-22 where a large bolder with an inscribed plaque marks the spot today. The <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/bankburnschool.shtml">Manitoba Historical Website</a> has some information but I also have the following account written by former pupils, my great aunts. </div>
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<i><a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/03/week-13-ellen-sinclair.html">Miss Nellie Sinclair</a> (daughters of <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/01/week-4-james-garrioch-sinclair.html">James Sinclair</a> and <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/02/week-7-elizabeth-henry-sinclair.html">Elizabeth Henry</a>) </i></div>
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<i>In the year 1901 Bankburn School District No. 1098 was officially formed and the school opened with an enrolment of seven pupils. Bankburn School was built on a site overlooking the ravine which flowed through the farm owned by James Sinclair and his family. This farm was called Bankburn farm, so the school was appropriately named Bankburn. Mr. George Kelly of Pettapiece, Manitoba built the school which opened in August 1901. Classes had been held in James Sinclair’s granary in the summer months previous to the school being opened for a few years. We have James Sinclair, G. Sparling, and H. McPhaden to thank for being instrumental in having the “Bankburn District School” formed. Miss Ethel Sparling (Mrs. Walter Delamater) was the first teacher in the granary and also in the new school where she taught for two years before leaving to continue her studies. </i><br />
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<i>The teachers through the years were as follows: <br />Miss Ethel Sparling (Oak River), Miss Annie Frazer (Hamiota), Miss Lizzie Shier (Hamiota), Miss Semima Cameron (Oak River), Miss Vivian Jackson (Rapid City), Miss Evelyn Spearin (Rapid City), Miss Mable Cooper (Souris), Miss Amanda Shields (Rivers), Mrs Islay Jackson (nee McIntyre) (Oak River). <br /><br />The teachers boarded at Sinclairs, Sparlings, and McPhadens in turns. The highest salary received was $500.00 a year. Mother received $10.00 a month for room and board, washing, and ironing. A far cry from today’s prices. <br /><br />The children that attended through the years have recalled the amusement they enjoyed when they knocked over the benches (accidentally on purpose) which were always the standard furnishings in the pioneer schools. </i><br />
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<i>The second year Miss Cameron taught there were 42 pupils enrolled from Grade 1 through 8, 9, 10 and one studying for a third class certificate all had to go to Oak River and pay a sum to write and live there until the exams were all written (usually five days). What a thrill the teacher and pupils enjoyed when the report from the Department of Education came back—all had passed the exams clear with no supplements. <br /><br />Many good times were held through the years at the yearly picnics, baseball games and football games, Box Socials through the winter months and of course dancing. The ravine was a big attraction in the fall and spring for skating and sledding. The Empire Day celebrations on may 24th honouring Queen Victoria’s birthday was an annual event. Maplewood School always came to Bankburn School for a baseball game. Miss Cameron had taught there before coming to Bankburn and she always arranged that game. After the ball game and programme, lunch was served by the parents. Rev McCullough, The Presbyterian Minister from Oak River, was chairman and Mr. Chris Cochrane, Reeve of Blanshard Municipality, gave a very interesting address on “The Flag” after which he raised the Union Jack which floated over Bankburn School for the first time. </i><br />
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</i><i>Sunday School was always held in the school every Sunday when a large crowd attended. <br /><br />In the year 1917, a drastic change took place. Bankburn, along with Maplewood and Upland School Districts, were merged into the Oak River Consolidated School District ending the era of the three little “Red School Houses”. Some pupils were transferred to Oak River School by horse drawn vans—winter and summer. The taxes at the time were $42.00 a quarter. <br /><br />Bankburn School was later sold to John (Jack) Andrews and moved to his farm which later became the property of W. D. Reid and son Bill. Eventually the former Bankburn School became the property of Murray Kirkpatrick. A cairn has been erected on the site where the Bankburn school stood. On Sunday, July 15, 1984, a dedication will be unveiled in the memory of the pioneers who were instrumental in having the school built, teachers, pupils, trustees and Secretary Treasurers. </i><br />
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Mary Sinclair<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Ralph Espey<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Jennie Lee</div>
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Jean Sinclair<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Ada Espey<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Annie Lee</div>
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Nellie Sinclair<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Janet McKenzie<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Pearl Lee</div>
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Lizzie Sinclair <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Katie McKenzie<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Frank Hyndman</div>
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Alex Sinclair<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Eddie McKenzie<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Annie Hyndman</div>
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Bill Sinclair<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Bessie McKenzie<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Ralph Hyndman</div>
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Clara McPhaden<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Rosie Day<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Rae Armstrong</div>
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Barclay McPhaden<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Herbie Day<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> John Warren</div>
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John McPhaden<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Fred Smith<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Marjory Thompson</div>
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Frank McPhaden<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Hilda MacLay<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Joshua Thompson</div>
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Myra McPhaden<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Russell Bayman<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Alex Thompson</div>
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Percy McPhaden<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Laura Ireton<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Norah Thompson</div>
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Cedric McPhaden<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Delbert Glazier<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Harry Thompson</div>
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Marjory McPhaden<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Earl Glazier<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Laura Smith</div>
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Morton Furtney<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Tory Furtney<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Frank Smith</div>
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Bella Furtney<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Bill Reid<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Harry Smith</div>
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Hubert Sparling<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Jack Reid<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Mildred Reid</div>
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Muriel Sparling<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Sadie Reid<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Eddie Reid</div>
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Ena Sparling<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Margaret Reid<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Gladys Reid</div>
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Elmer Sparling<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Myrtle McQuaig<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Pat Reid</div>
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Herbie Davis<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Wilf McQuaig<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> George Reid</div>
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Lorne Davis<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Roy McQuaig<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Harvey Robinson</div>
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Arthur Davis<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Elsie McQuaig<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Seaman Robinson</div>
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Harry Davis<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Pearl McQuaig<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Lawrence Robinson</div>
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Although all those who taught and attended Bankburn School have passed on, it lives on in the ways each and everyone of these people touched the lives of others.<br />
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Keep reading <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2019/02/the-bankburn-star-december-21-1907.html">my next post here</a> for more on Bankburn School. </div>
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Although the subject of this week’s blog post is not a direct ancestor, William Ollett has an interesting story. <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/01/week-1-aunt-dodie.html">Aunt Dodie </a>helpfully labelled the above picture in the 1959 Blanshard History book and the Ollett biography in it is the main source of my information. As well, t<a href="https://lists.rootsweb.com/hyperkitty/list/canada-obits.rootsweb.com/thread/10114777/">his Rootsweb site</a> included his obituary from the Oak River Post in 1922, part of which is below. Two of William and Ann Ollett's grandchildren were the subject of previous blog posts: <a href="https://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/08/week-33-samuel-robert-henry.html">Šamuel Robert Henry </a>and <a href="https://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/09/jessie-ann-henry-sinclair.html">Jessie Henry Sinclair </a>. Their mother was Amelia Ollett Henry, called Millie, who was the daughter of this William.<br />
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In 1881, while Millie's future husband's family was homesteading the prairies of Manitoba, the Ollett family lived in <a href="https://www.google.com/maps/place/Gelligaer,+Hengoed,+UK/@52.2532435,-3.9710609,7.38z/data=!4m5!3m4!1s0x486e225cb50869d9:0x58db260412601006!8m2!3d51.664336!4d-3.251143">Gelligaer, Glamorgan,<span style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #181a1c; font-family: "source sans pro" , "helvetica neue" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> </span>Wales</a> where William was described as a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platelayer">Railway Platelayer</a> on the census. He and his wife Ann Fletcher had a family of 7 children, 3 boys and 4 girls. Five years later, 48 year old William made a daring decision to leave Wales and join the flood of immigration to Manitoba. His youngest daughter Millie, then 13 years old, accompanied him on this adventure throughout parts of Manitoba building the railway before Ann and some of the rest of the family joined them in 1888. His experience in Wales helped him become foreman of a gang building the railroad from Brandon west. He had also been a gardener as in Wales so the story goes that he planted trees all along the way in places he lived. William helped open up Canada's west and beautified it too!<br />
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Daughter Millie worked first in Headingly and then once her mother arrived, they ran a boarding house at Gautier Junction just two and a half miles west of Rapid City on the CPR line. (The location of this spot on the Little Saskatchewan River was identified using the memoir written by Charlie Mundell in the <a href="https://digitalcollections.lib.umanitoba.ca/islandora/object/uofm%3A2263083#page/137/mode/1up/search/gautier">Rapid City History Book</a>.)<br />
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In 1899, Millie moved to the next stop on the line at <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/pettapieceelevator.shtml">Pettapiece </a>to work in the store. It was about this time that the Ollett men, William Sr, William Jr, James and Robert decided to try their hand at farming and bought land southeast of <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/floorselevator.shtml">Floors Siding</a>.<br />
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Robert married a daughter of the neighbours John and Jennet Henry, Mary in January of 1903 while William and James always remained unmarried. Robert and Mary had a family of 5 - 3 girls and 2 boys and lived at SE 27-13-21, I believe. Three months after Robert and Mary, March 11, 1903, Amelia Ollett married Samuel Henry, sister of Mary. Millie seems to have chosen a tamer brother as two of Samuel's brothers, Charles and Joseph, made the headlines of the papers at least 3 times in <a href="https://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2016/10/henry-brothers-in-news-part-one.html">1887 </a> , <a href="https://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2016/10/henry-brothers-in-news-part-two.html">1896</a> and <a href="https://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2016/10/henry-brothers-in-news-part-three.html">1898</a> before their premature deaths as told in previous blog posts. Millie and Samuel had a daughter and then 3 sons and farmed the homestead farm across the road from Robert and Mary Ollett at NW 22-13-21 (pictured above) except for a short time in Rivers where he built and ran a livery stable.<br />
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<tt><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.3333px;">From the Oak River Post, Oak River, MB</span></tt><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.3333px;"><tt>1/11/1922 WILLIAM OLLETT</tt></span><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.3333px;"><tt>The death occurred on Thursday, January 5th, at his home near Pettapiece of</tt></span><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.3333px;"><tt>William OLLETT at the advanced age of 84 years and 25 days. The late Mr.</tt></span><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.3333px;"><tt>OLLETT came to this country from Wales about thirty-four years ago. He</tt></span><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.3333px;"><tt>acted as caretaker of the Oak River station during the interim between the</tt></span><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.3333px;"><tt>completion of the road and the running of the first train. Later he was</tt></span><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.3333px;"><tt>section foreman and ran a boarding house at Gautier Junction. About twenty</tt></span><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.3333px;"><tt>nine years ago he homesteaded the farm on which he died. He remained well</tt></span><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.3333px;"><tt>and hearty until a few months ago but appeared to be feeling better than</tt></span><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.3333px;"><tt>usual when the end came, without pain and without warning, as he sat in his</tt></span><span style="font-family: "courier new"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.3333px;"><tt>chair after having eaten his supper.</tt></span></blockquote>
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Samuel Henry died in 1947 and Millie followed 10 years later. Samuel and Millie's stone is pictured below in The Oak River Cemetery. Millie lived at home with her son Sam and his wife Doris. I have Aunt Dodie's diaries from that time and she always refers to her as "Mrs. Henry" in them. I am guessing that Millie Ollett Henry would have seen many changes since her youth in Wales but held onto the formalities of days gone by.<br />
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William's wife Annie Ollett died in February of 1926 at the age of 88. The Ollett men are named on stones at the <a href="http://geneofun.on.ca/cems/mb/MBBLA0606/O">Pettapiece Cemetery. </a> The name may be gone from the district but I hope that one of the descendants stumbles over this blog post someday and finds out what I have gathered on the Ollett's time here on Earth and the legacy they have left to those who follow.</div>
sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448121914575859478.post-16401351058918845672019-01-01T17:36:00.000-06:002019-01-13T16:43:47.069-06:00James Rae (1894-1966)Two previous posts about Peter Deans Rae <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2017/03/story-of-peter-rea.html">here</a> and <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2017/03/pete-raes-story-continued.html">here</a>, got me interested in the story of his younger brother James. He had been identified by my <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2014/01/week-1-aunt-dodie.html">Aunt Dodie</a> in the picture below on the left with Pete. It was rather puzzling however to hear from a Rae relative overseas that James had died in WW1. I wondered how Dodie would have know who it was when she was born in 1921.<br />
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A little digging online found the WW1 attestation papers for <a href="http://central.bac-lac.gc.ca/.item/?op=pdf&app=CEF&id=B8067-S034">James Rae with Regimental Number 700418. </a> (There were at least 20 other men with the same name in the Library Archive Canada database of Canadian Soldiers. It makes me realize the monumental number of files they had to digitize during <a href="http://www.bac-lac.gc.ca/eng/news/Pages/2018/First-World-War-database-completed.aspx">the project.</a>) </div>
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Volume 2 of the Blanshard Municipality History book written in 1970 says James left <a href="https://www.undiscoveredscotland.co.uk/galashiels/galashiels/index.html">Galashiels, Scotland </a>some time after his brother Pete did in 1910. He worked for farmers around the Oak River area until enlisting in WW1 just before Christmas on December 23, 1915 when his current address was <a href="https://www.google.com/maps/place/438+Hampton+St,+Winnipeg,+MB+R3J+1P9/@49.8881674,-97.2145147,17z/data=!3m1!4b1!4m5!3m4!1s0x52ea736feb409ce1:0x56d63009d0e5effd!8m2!3d49.888164!4d-97.212326">438 Hampton St in St James </a>now Winnipeg. According to the history book, he saw service in France with the 43rd Cameron Highlanders. </div>
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The online personnel files fills in a few details for James but also gives but a glimpse of the terrible experience it must have been for him. He was no stranger to the hospitals overseas and the combined effect of his injuries and illnesses would have left him a changed man. After his enlistment and during his training at Camp Hughes, Jim contracted <a href="http://www.museumofhealthcare.ca/explore/exhibits/vaccinations/diphtheria.html">diphtheria </a>in April of 1916. Although hospitalized in Winnipeg, two months later he was well enough to set sail on board the Olympic for England. In October of 1916 he is admitted to hospital for gun shot wounds to his arm and as a result he lost his left index finger up to the first joint. He was admitted again in November for influenza. In April of 1917, James is docked a day's pay for the neglectful loss of equipment - his helmet. June 30, 1917 he received gunshot wounds to both legs. Continued x-rays and removal of pieces of shrapnel are documented over the next few weeks until his wounds are declared "practically healed" by the end of July. </div>
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Notable in his file is a notation that be refused to make a will dated October of 1918. I wonder if he thought by the time he had lived through that much, there was no need to make out a will! On his discharge in March if 1919, he stated he intended to make his home at Oak River. Twenty dollars was sent to his mother Elizabeth in Scotland as support each month he was on duty.</div>
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After the war he worked for a Henry connection of mine, <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2015/03/charles-henry-1866-1950.html">Charles Henry</a> among others. The history book goes on to say he became ill with sleeping sickness and remained in poor health for several decades until his death at age 71 on January 25, 1966. His mother Elizabeth came to Canada to live near her sons in the early twenties and perhaps it was due to James needing more care than Pete could supply. A note from Veterans Affairs appears in his personnel file that James died on January 25, 1966 at the <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/brandonmentalhealthcentre.shtml">Hospital for Mental Diseases in Brandon. </a> There is no evidence but I wonder if James suffered from the following condition as described <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Encephalitis_lethargica">in Wikipedia</a>.</div>
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<i>Encephalitis lethargica is an atypical form of encephalitis. Also known as "sleeping sickness" or "sleepy sickness", it was first described in 1917.<br />The disease attacks the brain, leaving some victims in a statue-like condition, speechless and motionless. Between 1915 and 1926, an epidemic of encephalitis lethargica spread around the world. Nearly five million people were affected, a third of whom died in the acute stages. Many of those who survived never returned to their pre-existing "aliveness".</i></blockquote>
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Although not one of my blood relatives, James Rae deserves to be honoured and remembered for his part in fighting under Canada's flag and being a friend and neighbour to my ancestors. He is buried with a soldier's headstone in <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/180597590/james-rae">Oak River Cemetery</a> alongside<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/180597500/elizabeth-rae"> his mother Elizabeth</a>. Rest in Peace, James.</div>
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sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448121914575859478.post-38356933420411058982018-11-23T20:55:00.001-06:002018-11-23T21:03:04.849-06:00A Mystery Aunt - Jeannie Sinclair Oliver<div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;">
A recent look through <a href="https://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/05/lizzie-sinclair-morcom.html">Aunt Lizzie (Sinclair) Morcom's</a> photos and papers turned up a mystery Aunt that I must have passed over before. How appropriate that on American Thanksgiving weekend, I was able to discover a whole new Yankee branch of the family tree! Luckily, the Christmas card below was saved and started the investigation. </div>
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12-21-1933<br />
My Dear Niece Elizabeth,<br />
I am sending a few Xmas cards and want to send you one as it has been some time since I heard from you all but hope you are all very well. I have been very poorly since I wrote to you last but I'll try to write you a long letter very soon. Hoping this finds you all very well. I hope your Father - Mother is all right and all your Folks.<br />
With love from your Aunt Jeannie Oliver<br />
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The address helped me search her name and I came across the <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/176564731/jennie-oliver">Find a Grave entry </a>which also included an obituary from her death in 1944. It tells that Jeannie was born in Kirkwall, Orkney Islands, Scotland, October 15, 1857. On my tree, I had a Jane Kennedy Sinclair as a sister to <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/01/week-4-james-garrioch-sinclair.html">my great grandfather James</a> but Orkney documents give her birth year as 1853. They were 2 of the 4 children of William Sinclair and Jane Garrioch of <a href="https://www.google.ca/maps/place/Eastside,+Orkney+KW17+2TJ,+UK/@58.8185863,-2.9600994,12z/data=!4m5!3m4!1s0x489b1c17b3609a39:0x2c26872a3689f826!8m2!3d58.805988!4d-2.924313">Eastside on South Ronaldsay in the Orknys</a>. She married William Oliver perhaps in Scotland and later arrived in the U.S. For many years they lived in <a href="http://www.cityofansonia.com/">Ansonia, Connecticut</a> and also resided just south of there in <a href="https://www.derbyct.gov/">Derby</a> for a time. The 1880 Census has them at <a href="https://www.google.ca/maps/place/65+Elizabeth+St,+Derby,+CT+06418,+USA/@41.3209501,-73.0892729,3a,75y,80.65h,90t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1s7iQX0Vp49zkfxO9e0TyFxg!2e0!7i13312!8i6656!4m5!3m4!1s0x89e7e077f3590691:0x68ef05ddd947d8d8!8m2!3d41.320966!4d-73.0891656">65 Elizabeth Street in Derby </a>and William is listed as a millwright.<br />
The obituary lists her children as the daughter with whom she made her home Jean Lyon, Mrs. Laura Evans of Syracuse, N. Y. and two sons, William E. Oliver and Robert S. Oliver, both of Rome, N. Y.; three grandchildren and one great grandchild. She was buried in Ansonia beside a daughter Edith who died as a toddler in 1887 and her husband William who had died in 1929. Jeannie made her home with her daughter and son-in-law at Riverview Manor in Hastings on Hudson after the death of her husband according to census documents on Ancestry. It was during these years she wrote the Christmas letter to Lizzie. Ancestry user koliver53 had posted these pictures of Jeannie and William.<br />
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The group photo from around 1916 was described as : Three generations. Children at bottom from left, William Jr, and his cousin Jeanne Evans. Seated middle are Jeanne Sinclair Oliver and William Oliver. Also seated are Laura Oliver Evans and her husband Ernest. Standing from left are Marguerite Bence Oliver and her husband William E. Oliver, Sr., Robert Oliver, Jeanne Oliver Lyons, and her husband George Lyons.<br />
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After going through more old papers and pictures I found the postcard collections below. The ones from Maine are postmarked 1945 from J.O.L. (Jeanne Oliver Lyon) and The New York collection predates Lizzie's marriage in 1930 and is also signed from Jeanne.<br />
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The photo on the left has "Your cousin Laura and her daughter Jean E. Evans 1952" on the back. The profile picture has no name but seems to bear a resemblance and was stamped with a photography company's stamp in White Plains, NY.<br />
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Happy Thanksgiving to my Oliver cousins and I hope to hear from you soon! ssimms@escape.ca</div>
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Saturday, November 3 was a wonderful day when my cousins Karen and Rea planned a tour of the former home of <a href="https://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/10/week-40-frances-jeannie-milne-kinnaird.html">Frances </a>and <a href="https://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/12/week-52-william-francis-kinnaird.html">Frank</a> Kinnaird. Their two daughters Margaret and Marjorie and Margaret's husband Don and I met to take a stroll down memory lane and admire the farm yard and home of the current owners Trevis and Heather. Margaret and Marjorie <a href="https://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2016/04/kinnaird-farm-w1-11-27.html">grew up in the farm house</a> and us <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2018/11/recollections-and-memories-of.html">grandchildren had our own memories</a> that were rekindled. It had been built at W1-11-27 for James and Elizabeth Lane who lived there until they left in 1920. The house was built by Ralph Rolston in 1907 and the plaster was done by
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It seems to have been a labour of love for Trevis and Heather to restore the home they raised their 2 boys in. Original doors and handles as well as door and window trim and baseboards were painstakingly refinished and reused wherever possible. The room that I called the piano room at the bottom of the stairs is the master bedroom now and Aunt Marge remembered that it was the same for them during the winters when the family of 5 slept downstairs to conserve heat. She slept in a crib at the end of a bed where Margaret slept with her parents and Uncle Keith was on a couch in the living room. The wallboard around the stairs had been removed to reveal how beautifully the spindles had been restored. The same <i>creeeeak, creeeeak </i>as we made our way up the stairs brought smiles and good memories all around.<br />
Looking east out her bedroom window, Grandma used to be able to see the Lenore Hill. We thought it was ironic that now the house sits just a few miles south and east of that familiar landmark and that she would be pleased.<br />
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The upstairs hall brought Aunt Marge backin time, using the long wall as a chalkboard and the trunk that sat below the window as a desk as she role played being a teacher. Part way down the stairs was where her pupils, cut from the pages of Eatons catalogs, would sit as she patiently delivered their lessons. She recalls her mom and dad being okay with her writing on the wall with chalk as it was recovered with light green muresco (plaster) every year.<br />
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Heather shared her photo album with us that chronicled the transformation of the house starting with the move to their site in the fall of 1984. It has had many updates and modernizations over the years but the bones have remained the same.<br />
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We were also interested to find pictures of the coloured glass window and the original archway between the kitchen and living area. We posed for a picture on the way out in front of the beautifully varnished original siding that greets visitors at the door. What an incredible opportunity to take a step back in time and revisit our childhoods. May it stand proudly for more generations of feet racing up and down those stairs!<br />
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sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448121914575859478.post-6483070672360244142018-11-04T16:21:00.000-06:002018-11-04T16:21:44.132-06:00Recollections and Memories of the Grandchildren of Frances Milne Kinnaird<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My memories of Gram are all very positive as she was a rock for our family and a true pioneer. She influenced me in a very positive ways. She gave me a wall plaque when I was about 13 which I still have hanging in my shop and stated “Watch out for ambition, it will get you into a lot of work”. I think she was amazing.<br />
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Grama Frances was a very traditional and hard-working woman! She never liked fuss but was always looking out for others, especially her family. Grama would meet us in the yard when we got off the bus with warm cinnamon buns on baking day! After Grampa was in the hospital, I would go for supper with Grama once a week. We would eat pancakes or actual Kraft dinner – just the two of us! For the Hargrave fall supper, besides cooking turkeys and baking pies Grama would be the main dishwasher for the whole night! Hargrave bonspiel kitchen was also a busy place for her. She would make soup, cook turkeys and bake a few pies for the week! Grama and Mom and Dad milked a few cows by hand. She separated the cream and sold it be the quart or sometimes the pint to customers in Hargrave and Virden. I would help by delivering it to the door and exchanging it for an empty jar with money in it. The bulk of the cream she would take to the creamery in big cream cans – too heavy for me but ok for her. I was 10 and probably talker than her already. I loved her house! The cupboards were much shorter than at my house so I could get stuff when I was little. I liked to lounge on top of her freezer (which was in the kitchen) and enjoy an ice cream cone – she would have tea and we would talk! Her piano room was always full of red geraniums. If flour or sugar were on sale, Grama would buy extra and store in the trunk of her car. I bought her car so it came with a bag of sugar but no radio!<br />
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The memory of Grandpa seeing Rea and Lyle throwing stones (at each other?) out the window and him yelling at them to stop it!<br />
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Dolores:</div>
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Special times with Grandma Kinnaird included the following: Going to her place for sleepovers; Eating watermelon on the front step with the Kinnaird cousins; Grandma would get ready to go and milk the cows in the morning usually at around 5 am and coming back to the house through the porch with her big rubber boots; Going out to the pasture to watch her start a smudge for the cows to keep away the mosquitoes; Getting water from the kitchen sink because of the different style of faucet; Going to the garden beside the house with a cat or two cunning around; Being reluctant to go into the basement where the coal was kept; Going to sleep in her bed with a bottle of hot water that was placed in a sock to keep our feet warm. Then graduating to be able to sleep in Aunty Margaret s room; Picking Saskatoon berries with Grandma, Aunty Aida and Karen , then checking for wood ticks; Watching Grandma read the Brandon Sun while she stood at the deep freeze in the kitchen; Smelling the wood burn in the stove before she got the electric stove; Delivering eggs and cream in Hargrave and in Virden on Saturday mornings, along with the Kinnaird cousins; How happy she was when the new linoleum was laid in the house; How Grandma would play the hymns for Sunday church service so she would know them ahead of time and occasionally going to church on Sunday with the Kinnaird cousins; She would often look through her binoculars to see what was going on down the road or to see who was coming to pick up Judy (was it Sheldon?); Grandma would call neighbors to collect the weekly news to report the Hargrave news for the Virden Empire Advance and then watching as she would write on the special paper from the Advance for the news for the next week paper; Looking out the coloured panes of glass in the window upstairs to see how things looking in either yellow or red; Saturday night was often (more that often) spent getting ready to go to Virden to play BINGO. On the way there might be a stop to pick up Mattie Lifeso; On Sundays often we would phone and ask if she would like guest for supper. Supper would often consist of a tin of ham or sometimes a jar of preserved chicken, mashed potatoes with cream and green onions added in for taste, some type of vegetables fresh or frozen from the garden, always homemade bread or buns and often Virden ice cream or fruit cocktail for dessert. It was always fun to get in a game or two of euchre. She wold often send home with us eggs, homemade bread, and if we were lucky scones; If Charlie and Bella Gardiner were coming for a visit and supper Grandma would be invited too. You could tell what good friends they were. Usually there would be a card game after having supper; We would go to see the Simms at Oak River. Grandma would come to our house or we would pick her up. In the summer Karen and I would accompany her and have a sleepover so we could play with our cousins. One trip Judy came with us and she got to drive the blue car; When Grandpa Kinnaird was in Brandon at the Assiniboine Centre we would visit, pack a lunch (usually egg salad sandwiches on homemade bread) and spend time at the paddling pool in the summer. We would go to Brandon regularly to visit but unfortunately times were different and children were not allowed to visit as they are today. We celebrated one Christmas visiting in a large waiting room, often though it was looking through his room’s window and waving as we were held up high enough by Dad.; <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>About 2 am on August 19, 1967 Grandpa passed away. We were on a sleep over as mum and dad were working in the valley. I remember on the Friday, Grandma and Uncle Keith went to Brandon to see Grandpa and knowing things were not too good. The phone rang early in the morning and I heard grandma go downstairs to answer it. She and Uncle Keith who was also in on the call (party line) spoke for a while. As she came back upstairs I remember her saying “poor dad”; Mum would often cut and would give Grandma<span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15.3333px;"> </span>s hair a perm. I think the one she liked was a Quick perm; When Grandma was ill, she spent a lot of time at our house. She would spend hours hooking rugs and would watch her favourite soap “The Edge of Night” at 3:30 pm. Sometimes she would talk to Aunt Nan. Our dog Lucky would always be on the lookout for some food scraps dropping conveniently onto the floor. During this time I was a candy striper at the Virden hospital. When Grandma was a patient I would get extra visiting time, Thelma Penner RN in particular would always make sure of that. I would make sure she was ready for the meal tray and help get her hair combed and freshened up ready for visitors. There were so many wonderful times spent with Grandma.<br />
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My memories of Grandma are very special. Going to Grandma’s was always anticipated with excitement. We also got to play with our Kinnaird cousins, a bonus! Dolores and I had many sleepovers at Grandma’s and even sometimes we went there on the bus after school with Judy, Rea and Lyle. Many times we slept with Grandma in her bed with a warm bottle on the feet. I was always in the middle (not much room) but remember being put to sleep by the sound of the ticking of her clock. I hear Rea has that clock now, working or not! Grandma would get us to look out her east bedroom window to see the Lenore hill. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Going to light the smudge in the pasture at night was a ritual with Grandma before bed. Grandma made wonderful cinnamon buns, butter tarts, and her famous macaroni and tomato. TV was watched in the living room, mainly The Edge of Night and on Saturday night Wrestling her favourites, and caramels and cheese puffs close by. Dolores and I would go to Bingo with her in Virden often learning the different games. I loved going to deliver eggs, butter and cream to customers in Hargrave (a cookie from Bessie Carruthers) and to Virden (a visit and a treat from Esther Greig among others) ending up at the creamery to buy ice cream. Chicken and turkey killing days at the Kinnaird’s<a href="https://www.blogger.com/u/1/null" name="_GoBack"></a> were busy days, and Mom and Dad, Dolores and I were there too. But the canned chicken was the reaped benefit. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember Grandma putting in wood to the stove and the open oven door, always so warm in the kitchen! Trips to Oak River with Grandma to see the Simms were usually on rainy days so Grandma did not have to worry about milking cows as Uncle Keith was not as busy. There were many wonderful get- togethers for birthdays, Christmas and New Year’s that were spent together. Charlie and Bella Gardiner were often part of these gatherings, very good friends, just part of the family. Grandma was not one for pictures of herself so the rare ones we have are treasured. Grandma always remembered your birthday with a card signed “Love Gram”. Grandma loved to play the piano and taught me on the black keys my first piano piece. I remember going to church with her and she was in the choir. We would go to many events at Hargrave and Grandma was always involved whether the church, school or rink. I remember Grandpa Kinnaird having multi colored chicklets in his pocket and giving them to me! When he was in hospital in Brandon only remember a few visits, but once by his bedside and Mom cleaning his glasses and once in a large room at Christmas time and getting a tight hug. I always thought it was so terrific that both of my grandparents, Grandma and Grandpa Kinnaird and Grandma and Grandpa Tapp had so many of the same friends. So many great memories!<br />
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My memories of Grandma include sleeping over and getting up early when the cows were milked. Grandma told me just to sleep in but I wanted to get up and see what went on in the barn. Tippy was very excited that I was up too, jumping up on me which probably added to the commotion of the cows seeing a stranger in the barn! Helping collect the eggs was another novelty we did not have at home. Visiting at Grandmas<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>was<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>always something that I looked forward to.<br />
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My memories of Grandma include All Star “Wrassling” on Saturday night on TV, The Irish Rovers on the record player, chicken canned in jelly, her calling the cows – Cow Boss, Cow Boss, the little dolly she had dressed in a kilt. We were allowed to use markers in her colouring books! I remember when I came in the house to tell her and Mom that I drove the Kinnaird skidoo right in to the shed. (Those dear cousins showed me how to squeeze the throttle to make it go but never said to let go to make it stop!) Her only concern was that I was okay and anything that happened was their fault, not mine! Ha. I remember Grandma at our house and she tripped coming down from upstairs and Dad ran to her and said "Frances!" I was so mad at him because her name was Grandma, why was he calling her that! That north bedroom in our house was called Grandmas Room for many years until I moved into it with the dresser and wardrobe from her house after she died. Her dresser followed me to my current home and I remember her fondly.<br />
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<span lang="EN-US">As a follow up to <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2018/08/emigration-of-alexander-milne-and-his.html">my last Milne blog post</a>, this one follows my great grandparents' footsteps around the Hargrave/Virden area. This tour was a highlight for many during the Reunion of the Milnes in the summer of 2018 at Hargrave. Alex's great grandson Rea Kinnaird capably led the tour of the former farm homes of Alexander and Jeannie. The numbered red dots on the map below are these locations. (The stars indicate homes of the next generation of Milnes.) </span></div>
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<li>In 1904, Alexander, a 28 year old husband and father of 3 young boys, came alone to Canada from Scotland. The<span lang="EN-US" style="text-indent: -18pt;"> southwest quarter of 23-10-36 W1 was
the first home where he was employed by Mr. Steven. This location is on the
service road along the Trans Canada highway just east of Virden. Alex’s youngest daughter Nan ended up living
with her husband Stewart and raising her family very near this spot from
1949 until 1992 when the highway was double laned and their farm yard was needed to make
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the next location where Alex lived for the winter of 1904, looking after cattle
belonging to T. A. ( Art) Carscadden.
This secluded spot southwest of Hargrave has an amazing stone house built into the hill. The bedroom loft is accessed by outside stairs up behind the house. Of course, we are not sure that Alex would have lived in that house but it was an incredible thing to find up the hill hidden in the bush! Rea said this house was built by a man
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The barn pictured below is built into a hill as well to allow grain and feed to be driven into the loft. Being up on that hill reminded Aunt Marjorie about riding her horse Darby up a hill to watch the brightly coloured circus train cars go by on the railway. Darby is carrying Violet Gardiner and Margaret Kinnaird in the picture below. <br />
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3. The property at red dot #3 is just west of Virden on #257. SW 20-10-26 was home for a five year period from 1905-1910. Jeannie and the boys joined him here from Scotland and Frances and Margaret were born during this time.<br />
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4. NW<span lang="EN-US" style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="text-indent: -18pt;">26-11-27 was home from 1910
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5. The south half of<span lang="EN-US" style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="text-indent: -18pt;">17-11-26 was their next farm when they
returned from the west in 1917. The picture below was taken at this home at this home. Notice the plant in the south window of the house and Jeannie in her apron with a basket in her hand. Alex with the team and dressed up is ready to go somewhere when they posed for the picture. Although the lane is north and south now, at one time there was an east approach to the house that connected the
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Thanks to Rea and Aunt Marge for the encore guided tour for Karen and I later in the summer after the Reunion. It is easier to imagine what Alex and Jeannie saw in the beautiful Manitoba countryside and why they made it their home. We feel so lucky that they did and that we could walk in their footsteps together. 💓 </div>
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<br />sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448121914575859478.post-32624842144284992222018-08-02T16:09:00.000-05:002018-11-04T09:41:55.749-06:00Stories of Alexander Milne and his familyDuring a recent tour around Virden (a blog post in the works), a few of the present day descendants of <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/03/alexander-milne.html">Alexander</a> and <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/01/week-3-jeannie-morrison-jamieson-milne.html">Jeannie</a> Milne were pondering the circumstances that may have led to them leaving their Scottish homeland for Canada just after the turn of the century. It was indeed a pleasant surprise to open up my email and find these memories from cousin Greg, as told to him many years ago. I've added online links and a wonderful picture of Alexander (courtesy of Greg and Donna-Marie) taken around this same time at <a href="https://www.google.ca/maps/place/30+Union+Rd,+Macduff,+UK/@57.7928172,-4.5462891,5z/data=!4m5!3m4!1s0x4884f43383c1ac8d:0xf2eaca8406426caa!8m2!3d57.6682066!4d-2.5041029">30 Union Road in Macduff, Scotland.</a><br />
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<i> It has come to my attention that I should take some time to write what I know or have been told about my family history. I can not say that the following is absolutely true, because much of it is third hand. That is to say, much of the story is what I remember my father telling me, and much of what he told me is what he was told by his mother. While oral traditions are not always letter perfect, they nevertheless do usually offer the best recollections, though they may be tinted by love or sorrow.</i></blockquote>
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<i></i><i>This then is the story of Alexander and Jane (Jeanie) Milne, and their emigration to Canada from Scotland in 1904 and 1905, as made known to me by my father, John Milne, their oldest child.</i></blockquote>
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<i>Alec and Jeanie both grew up in the Banffshire area of Scotland which is now the county of Morayshire. Alex was born in Dufftown, in 1875, and Jeanie was born in Auchterless in 1876. I have no idea how they met or of their social life, but they were married in a Manor House just outside of Rothiemay on Christmas Eve in 1897.</i> </blockquote>
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<i></i><i>Alec’s father John, was a farm labourer, who apparently had certain skills as an untrained veterinarian and often attended the difficult births of large animals. On one occasion a land owner asked him to attend a breech-birth of a prized mare. He managed to save the mare, but the resulting foal was not expected to survive. The owner told John that the foal was his if it should live. The story is that John and young Alec, and his sisters, spent days tending the youngster and it did indeed not only survive, but grew into a prized stallion. The Stallion was later traded for two fine mares.</i> </blockquote>
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<i>At about that time, before he got married, Alec moved away from his parents <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kpWbp4kx7uQ">to set himself up in business as a carter</a> in <a href="http://www.aboutaberlour.co.uk/historical/">Charlestown of Aberlour,</a> a distillery town on the banks of the <a href="http://www.reizen-langs-rivieren.nl/the-rivers/river-spey-from-source-to.html">Spey River</a>. and he started with these two Clydesdale mares, which he purchased from his father. It must have been about 1895 when Alec was just nineteen years old. It seems that he became a bit of an entrepreneur, as in a fairly short time he had two wagons. Dad said that one was a “dirty wagon,” and the other was a “clean wagon.” The former for hauling manure, or gravel, and the second for transporting whiskey casks to the railhead in <a href="https://www.undiscoveredscotland.co.uk/craigellachie/craigellachie/index.html">Craigelachie</a>, six miles north of Aberlour. </i><i>My father and his next two brothers Alexander Jr, and William were born in Aberlour. Dad was born on 6 December 1898. Business must have been pretty good, because before long Alec also came into ownership of a fine <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bV_9kSUfd_U">Clydesdale Stallion</a>, and he began his career as a breeder by offering his Stallion to “cover” local mares for the princely sum of £5.00. That amount of money was close to a year’s wages for a labourer in those days.</i> </blockquote>
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<i>Grandfather had grown up within the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Free_Presbyterian_Church_of_Scotland">Free Presbyterian Church</a> of the day. He was happy enough there, I suppose, until a certain incident took place. It seems that the treasurer of the local congregation had “borrowed” some of the funds for his own purpose, and this was discovered just after he paid back the funds into the treasury. The local Session called him to judgement for his sins and decided to expel him from the congregation. Alec took issue with the judgement declaring that the man should be forgiven, as he had paid back the funds. While forgiveness was </i><i>possible, continuing membership in that congregation was not, so the man had to go. Alec decided then and there that he would leave that congregation also, and he then joined the local Church of Scotland (auld Kirk) congregation. This would have happened some time after their marriage, and perhaps after some of the boys were born. Probably not all that long before Alec left Scotland.</i> </blockquote>
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<i></i><i>His move into the Kirk was a sure sign that he had joined the upwardly mobile. He was happy with that decision until one day a certain member of the upper echelon, who probably also hired him to do certain work, asked him to bring his stallion to his farm to cover a couple of mares there. Grandpa said, “certainly, that will be £5.00 per mare.”</i><i>“No, no, you don’t understand young man,” said the gentleman, “since I am your superior, and some-time employer, you must give me this service free.”</i><i>When Grandpa indicated that was not going to happen, he was made aware that his position in the local community depended upon his obedience. According to Dad, Grandma was even more angry about this than Grandpa.</i> </blockquote>
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<i></i><i>Over the next several months, he sold his wagons, bought three more mares, and managed to get them with foal before loading them on board an empty cattle boat that was returning to Halifax, Canada. He had also somehow secured a job in Manitoba, where he would be looking after cattle and would be able to breed his horses, and sell stud services to others.</i> </blockquote>
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<i></i><i>He got off the boat in Halifax, and put the horses on a train for Manitoba in 1904. I had no idea of all the places he lived during the next years, tending cattle and breeding horses, but he must have done quite well, as he was able to purchase passage on another returning cattle boat in 1905 for his wife and three small sons, who disembarked in Montreal.</i></blockquote>
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very little family information about my Dad’s paternal grandmother - <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/08/week-34-agnes-mcallister-simms.html">Agnes McAllister Simms</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew she was born
April 1859 in Ireland,married <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/05/week-22-william-simms.html">William Simms</a> in March of 1880 in Antrim and left
for Canada with him shortly after. William and Agnes were farmers in South Mountain, Ontario just south of Ottawa. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Recently, to my delight, more details about Agnes' family has emerged.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">First, I had a message from an Ancestry contact
Jimsummers54 who was able to tell me the names of her parents.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were Alexander McAllister (1830-1901)
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</span>This couple were married at <a href="https://www.libraryireland.com/topog/I/Inver-Lower-Belfast-Antrim.php">Inver, Antrim </a>on January 19, 1853 and farmed at
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Ephraim (pictured left) married Mary Jane Niblock (below) and went on to have a family of nine. One son Arthur died in WW1 and is buried in <a href="https://www.cwgc.org/find-a-cemetery/cemetery/5501/lapugnoy-military-cemetery/">Lapugnoy Military Cemetery</a> in France. His service file has been digitized and i<a href="http://central.bac-lac.gc.ca/.item/?op=pdf&app=CEF&id=B6564-S043">s online here.</a> </span>Ephraim’s descendants continue to farm his
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I had been told that my grandfather <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/03/week-11-alexander-simms.html">Alexander Simms </a> made a trip to Alberta when he left home in Ontario about 1903. Now I wonder if he was visiting his Uncle Ephraim and Aunt Mary at Penhold? I do not yet have a picture of Agnes McAllister Simms but this latest success makes me keep searching. Thanks to those fellow genealogists and my McAllister cousins for their help!</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Dodie had graduated from Normal School in Brandon in June of 1941 as described in <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2016/02/brandon-normal-school-class-of-1941.html">this blog post </a>. She taught at schools in <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/laviniaschool.shtml">Lavinia</a>, <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/penrithschool.shtml">Penrith</a>, <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/whitebankleaschool.shtml">White Bank Lea</a> and <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/strathclairschool.shtml">Strathclair </a>but had not been teaching for a couple of years when she took on the class in <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/neepawacentral.shtml">Neepawa</a>. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US">I have her diary from that time which helps fill in a few of the details of those six months. On December 30, 1949 Dodie accepted the job at the school at Neepawa and writes that </span>January 9 was the first day, she had 31 pupils and it was very cold! The day before classes began she visited at the hospital which makes me wonder if she was taking over for an ailing teacher. On January 20 she writes that she went home on the bus to Strathclair and her two brothers Bob & Don (my Dad) met her there and took her the rest of the way home. She went back to Oak River about once a month along with Easter Break.<br />
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<span lang="EN-US">On January 23 she reports that Inspector Beecher was in her room all afternoon. The Manitoba Historical website gives a <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/people/schoolinspectors.shtml">list of inspectors responsibilities here</a> and confirms that <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/people/beecher_re.shtml">Robert Edward Beecher </a> held that job from 1929 to 1956. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">She writes about going to church Sunday nights at the Calvary Temple and also the Baptist Church. She mentions listening to Lux Theatre and Ford Theatre on the radio, going out for a bean supper, big dances at the airport and bowling. The girls gave each other <a href="https://archive.org/details/1957CommercialForToniHomePermanent">"Toni's" </a> and spent time after school together. She often went out for a Coke at the Bamboo Garden with her teacher friends after work and a google search tells me the same restaurant continues in Neepawa today. <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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<a href="http://winnipeglovehate.com/2015/11/10/neepawa-manitoba/">This blog post from 2015</a> has some great pictures of the town including of the outside of the restaurant in 2015. The opening of Fenwick's Department Store on April 27, 1950 was a big event and she visited it many times from then on, usually just to look. Dodie remarked on </span>May 11 the first evacuee train from Winnipeg (due to the flooding) arrived with 130 people on board. The next day being Arbour Day, she and her class cleaned up the school yard. Her fiancee Sam Henry took her to Minnedosa for supper then to a show "All The King's Men". Shows were popular evening entertainment in Neepawa as well and she gave favourable reviews to "Challenge to Lassie" , "The Wizard of Oz" and "Jolson Sings Again". A week of evening sewing lessons given by the Singer Sewing Company was a June highlight.<br />
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Her teaching colleagues were often mentioned and this card as well as a cup and saucer were given to her on one of her last days at Neepawa. </div>
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Interesting that included in the group is <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/people/kellington_hm.shtml">Hazel Kellington</a>, the celebrated lady that taught in Neepawa primary rooms for 45 years and whom the current elementary school there is named for.</div>
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These would be her last days as "Miss Simms" and aside from a few days filling in at nearby <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/medinaschool.shtml">Medina School</a>, her last days teaching. A new routine awaited her as farm wife as on July 17 at the First Church United on 8th Street in Brandon, she and <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2014/08/week-33-samuel-robert-henry.html">Samuel Robert Henry</a> were married at 2:00 in the afternoon in front of 10 members of her family. Above are pictures from that day - Doris and Sam posing in front of his 1947 Chevrolet and with their attendants Jim and Gwen Milliken. After lunch at the Olympia Cafe they left on their one week honeymoon. She writes that they spent the first night in Roblin then Elfros, Kindersley, Calgary, Maple Creek and Regina before heading back to the farm.<br />
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I would love to hear from any of Miss Simms's Neepawa pupils to pass your class picture onto you. Please contact me at ssimms@escape.ca<br />
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Only one has writing on it and that identifies that it predates her marriage in 1930. Her nephews, the little Fortune boys were born in the early twenties and are the little boys in the picture below on <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2017/06/the-sinclair-house.html">the Sinclair house</a> steps. Their little sister Irene, born in 1925 is being held by <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2014/03/week-13-ellen-sinclair.html">Nannie,</a> their mother <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2014/04/week-15-jane-garrick-sinclair-fortune.html">Jean </a>is in the black tie. Lizzie (with the glasses) and <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2014/09/jessie-ann-henry-sinclair.html">Jessie</a> are on the right side.<br />
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The picture above shows Lizzie is sitting on the same steps with her brother <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2014/06/week-24-william-sinclair.html">Bill.</a> My sister Janice and I have said his wild hair gene may have been passed down to her son! The postcard that appears to be in a car has Lizzie at the back (in the glasses), Nellie holding Irene but I'm not sure of the other two sitting in the front seat. Hopefully my blog readers can help me identify them!<br />
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<br />sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448121914575859478.post-19591163580876228592018-03-17T11:33:00.001-05:002018-11-04T09:43:04.164-06:00Grandma Kinnaird's Birthday PostToday marks the 112th anniversary of my maternal grandma's birth - Frances Jeannie Milne Kinnaird. My <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2014/10/week-40-frances-jeannie-milne-kinnaird.html">previous blog post about her </a> was written over 3 years ago and since then I've been able to scan many more great pictures of her that I'd like to share today. Cousin Karen has invited us to supper tonight along with Frances and Frank Kinnaird's daughters Marjorie and Margaret (my Mom) to share memories and I'll take this blog post along.<br />
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The first above picture is of Frances in the back with her two younger brothers Charlie born in 1913 and Jim born in 1910. That would date this picture of them posing in a pumpkin patch to about 1918 perhaps. The picture on the right is a young Mr. and Mrs. Kinnaird shortly after their wedding in 1927. I have never seen any pictures of their wedding day, maybe there are some out there in someone's album?</div>
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<i>Just got back from a drive around Princeton, mountains on all sides, been having a wonderful time. wish you were all here. grass is just beginning to get green, a few early flowers out. We are going to Penticton tomorrow & Mon to Vancouver for the day. Had a lovely train trip stayed in Kamloops till Thurs. noon. Have not missed any sleep yet.</i></div>
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sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448121914575859478.post-46288133050643377382018-03-17T10:16:00.001-05:002018-11-04T09:43:25.796-06:00Arcade CardsThese arcade cards from the 20's and 30's were found among the belongings of <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2017/04/henry-harry-clyne-1901-1989.html">Harry Clyne</a> and before they were sent off to a niece in Scotland with his other prized belongings, I scanned them and finally got around to doing a little research. Arcade cards like these were postcard sized and were sold in amusement parks in the US and Canada and thus their name.<br />
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<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddy_Baer">Bud Baer</a> was a boxer in the 1930's who also acted on television and in films. His nephew, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Max_Baer_Jr.">Max Baer Jr. </a>, became famous for his role as Jethro on the Beverly Hillbillies in the 60's. A copy of the same photolithograph can be found in the collection of the <a href="https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/761338">Metropolitan Museum of Art </a> in New York City. He died in 1986 and is <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/3189#">buried in California</a>.<br />
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Harry Carey was the lead actor in the silent film Burning Bridges that was released by Pathe Exchange Inc in 1918. During this time, Carey grew into one of the most popular Western stars of the early motion picture, occasionally writing and directing films as well. Carey would appear in <a href="https://scvhistory.com/scvhistory/lw2034.htm">at least 233 films, i</a>ncluding short features, between 1909 and 1949.<br />
<span style="font-size: small; text-align: center;"><br />Rex Lease and Tim McCoy acted in The Masked Stranger, another silent movie. </span>From the 1928 film "Beyond the Sierras".<br />
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The machine that these cards were dispensed from were like the one below from the <a href="http://www.bobnolan-sop.net/Special%20Features/Photo%20of%20the%20Month/2011/05%20Vending%20machines/Vending.htm">Exhibit Supply Company of Chicago</a> for a penny or two.<br />
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Harry kept these arcade cards with his family photos and I wonder what memories they held for him of the place he got them or the person who gave them to him. I'm just glad he kept them.<br />
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sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448121914575859478.post-78653615207164883222018-01-03T16:21:00.001-06:002018-04-26T19:34:50.278-05:00Charles Ernest Slack (1895-1959)Charles was the son of <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2014/07/elizabeth-kinnaird-slack-1863-1942.html" target="_blank">Samuel and Lizzie (Kinnaird) Slack</a> which made him a first cousin to my <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2014/12/week-52-william-francis-kinnaird.html">Grandpa Kinnaird</a> and grandson of our mutual ancestor, <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2014/02/week-6-william-george-kinnaird.html" target="_blank">William George Kinnaird.</a> I have been patiently waiting for awhile now for his service file from WW1 to be digitized and released by <a href="https://www.bac-lac.gc.ca/eng/discover/military-heritage/first-world-war/personnel-records/Pages/personnel-records.aspx">Library and Archives Canada.</a> Many of my ancestral connections have surnames starting with "B" and "C" and since they were being scanned and released in alphabetical order, it was finally the time for "S". You can read all 60 pages of his service file <a href="http://central.bac-lac.gc.ca/.item/?op=pdf&app=CEF&id=B8969-S040">here</a>. Charlie is the man with the X on his knee in the photo below.<br />
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Charles Ernest Slack was born on November 26, 1895 at his parents' homestead near <a href="https://www.google.ca/maps/place/Bede,+MB+R0M+1N0/@49.3993151,-100.9807266,14z/data=!3m1!4b1!4m5!3m4!1s0x52de068f95ec431d:0xa445e852965bb250!8m2!3d49.399317!4d-100.963217">Bede, Manitoba</a>. At that time it was known as "Ruth" until 1925 when the C.P.R. changed the name of the siding to Bede. He had two older brothers and eventually three younger sisters. Twenty year old Charles enlisted in WW1 on February 5, 1916 at Melita, MB and was given registration number # 292153. He was described to be Presbyterian with fair complexion, blue eyes and light brown hair and stood 5 feet 7 and a half inches tall. After training at Camp Hughes, in November of 1916, Charlie and the 46th Battalion sailed from Halifax on a ship named the Olympic.<br />
Thank you to his grandson Rod for sharing the next two pictures with me. I am struck by his youth in these and can only imagine the horrors he experienced during his time on the front. <br />
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As is the case in most of the service files I've read, it contains the soldier's will leaving all his possessions to his mother Lizzie. One of the witnesses on the document from January 30, 1917 was John Owen Kilkenny (#292140) from Broomhill, a neighbour who signed up in Melita a week after him. A cousin of this John, another John Kilkenny (#292196) enlisted in Melita the next week and no doubt the three young men stuck together as much as they could and I wonder if these chums were also in the photo above. According to the R. M. of Albert history book, John Owen was known as "Ginger Jock" and his cousin was just "Jock". Their fathers were brothers and built <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/broomhillstore.shtml">the general store</a> that still stands in Broomhill today. Tragically, both Kilkennys were killed in action, <a href="http://www.veterans.gc.ca/eng/remembrance/memorials/canadian-virtual-war-memorial/detail/136963?John%20Kilkenny"> John in November 1, 1917</a> at Passchendaele and <a href="http://www.veterans.gc.ca/eng/remembrance/memorials/canadian-virtual-war-memorial/detail/259703?John%20Owen%20Kilkenny">John Owen on September 27, 1918</a> at Canal du Nord.<br />
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His file says Charles was awarded the Good Conduct Badge on May 4, 1917. Records show that $15 was sent back to his mother Lizzie each month he was overseas as was customary. He was wounded twice, first on May 4, 1917 by a gunshot wound to his left foot and shoulder and then a shrapnel wound to his left on leg September 27, 1918, the same day his buddy J.O. Kilkenny died. He spent a short time in hospital but was returned to the front in a few weeks both times. On March 15, 1919 Private Slack landed back in Canada. Those three years would have changed him from a boy to a man and seeing the families of buddies who didn't return would have been so difficult. <br />
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Tragedy continued with the death of Charles' father suddenly in 1926 in an accident as is detailed in the clipping found in my Grandfather's possessions.<br />
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Charlie married Mary Fenske in 1930 and they went on to have 3 children and continue farming the original homestead. Charlie died in 1959. I feel privileged to tell his story and welcome any further information in the comments below.sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448121914575859478.post-87206158199734053372017-10-28T14:40:00.002-05:002017-11-04T10:25:22.359-05:00Hargrave Cooperative Elevator Association Pool No 81<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On taking another look through scrapbooks complied by Fred Bowering that are in the Reston Library (see the previous about them post <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2015/10/scrapbooks-from-reston-library.html">here </a>), I found a clipping from the 1963 <a href="https://www.manitobacooperator.ca/">Manitoba Co-operator</a> about the beginning of the Hargrave Cooperative Elevator Association No 81 that has a family connection. The postcard picture at the top of the post was among things from my <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2014/10/week-40-frances-jeannie-milne-kinnaird.html">Grandma Kinnaird's </a>trunk and it was interesting to learn the story behind it. <u>Binding Our Districts</u> history book written in 1989 helped me fill in a few details too.<br />
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The first grain elevators were built in <a href="https://www.google.ca/maps/place/Hargrave,+MB+R0M+0W0/@49.9174861,-101.0964386,14z/data=!3m1!4b1!4m5!3m4!1s0x52e7334c6700b521:0xa7c1ddfa7b5d14ee!8m2!3d49.917488!4d-101.078929">Hargrave </a>in the 1890's. Ted Holmes built a private elevator and ran it until a tragic fire claimed his life along with 2 others and destroyed his elevator in 1903. The Northern was a red painted elevator that burned in the same fire. McLaughlin & Ellis ran a black painted elevator but farmers felt they charged too high shipping costs and their dockage for weed seeds in the grain was often inflated. Wheat prices had collapsed in the 1920's and farmers were looking to maximize their profits. Platform loading was possible onto producer cars where farmers pulled alongside a rail car and shoveled their grain in but it was back breaking work and they had to work fast to have it loaded in time.<br />
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On April 12, 1928, 46 men met to discuss the possibility of building their own Cooperative Elevator on the former site of the Northern. My grandfather <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2014/12/week-52-william-francis-kinnaird.html">Frank Kinnaird</a>, Great Grandfather <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2014/03/alexander-milne.html">Alexander Milne</a> and Great Uncle <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2014/03/week-12-christina-carruthers-oneil.html">J.J. O'Neil</a> were among those men. Ten thousand acres needed to be signed up for the project to go ahead and this was soon done and the project was a go. They decided the building would be built and equipped with<i> nothing but the best</i> including a five unit cleaner, electric lights and generator. This article boasts there were only 2 years where the elevator's revenue did not meet the operating costs even through the dry thirties.<br />
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An agent's cottage was also included and the final total cost was $22 851. In October of 1928, P.J. McDonald was hired as manager and helped to make it a successful venture. Later managers were men named Morrison, Shilson and Cullen. Albert Cullen was succeeded after 35 years on the job as manager by Don Leadbetter. In a full circle moment, Don just happens to be the son-in-law of Fred Bowering ,the man who compiled the scrapbook of clippings!<br />
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Alex Milne served as president of the Co-operative for a time and J.J. O'Neil was the first vice president and later president. At the time of the article that was found in the scrapbook, my uncle Keith Kinnaird was secretary. The Hargrave history book confirms he held this position until 1979 when the elevator was traded to become a part of <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/hargraveelevator.shtml"> United Grain Growers property</a>.<br />
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The Manitoba Historical Society has undertaken a project to catalog all past and present grain elevators in Manitoba and you can<a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/thisoldelevator.shtml"> read more about it here</a>. The page about this elevator now includes the Kinnaird postcard picture from 1946 <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/hargraveelevator2.shtml">here</a>. The cooperative movement of farmers in rural western Canada has an important history as well and one that led to the success of my ancestor's farming endeavours.sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448121914575859478.post-16151677539569720522017-10-14T11:51:00.000-05:002017-10-14T12:17:00.790-05:00Milne 50th Anniversary Celebration in 1947<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Almost seventy years ago, on December 17, 1947, friends and family from far and wide gathered to celebrate the 50th wedding anniversary of my great grandparents, <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2014/03/alexander-milne.html">Alex</a> and <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2014/01/week-3-jeannie-morrison-jamieson-milne.html">Jeannie Milne </a>at <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/hargraveschool.shtml">Hargrave School</a>. More than just a celebration, the Milne's reenacted a Mock Wedding in front of friends and relatives to mark the occasion. Jeannie can be seen holding her bouquet and Alex is wearing the boutineer in the photo below along with some of their children.</div>
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The details of the evening were carefully recorded in a soft suede leather covered guest book pictured below. The book along with the cards and telegrams were saved by the daughter, my <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2014/10/week-40-frances-jeannie-milne-kinnaird.html"> Grandma</a>, among her prized possessions. My Mom says the handwriting in the Guest Book belonged to Bessie Carruthers (wife of <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2014/12/week-50-herbert-lorne-carruthers.html">Lorne</a>) and I understand she was keen on family history as I am. Thanks to her, I am able to tell the story of the night so many years later. Telegrams were received from the Virden and Elkhorn Masonic Lodges, R.H. Mooney, M.L.A., Jack Mooney, Wallace Council, Hargrave Church Board and Elsie and T.A. Kerr. <br />
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The photographer in this group shot below seems to be new to the camera or else was focusing on the flower girl, Margaret Kinnaird (my Mom) and the page boy Alec Milne (son of <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.ca/2014/10/charles-duguid-milne.html">Charlie and Louise</a>). Mary Reid and Jeannie Milne are standing behind them and Alex would be the man with the boutineer in his lapel. </div>
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The bridesmaid was Mary Reid, wife of William who was given the honour of standing in for the father of the bride to give her away. A three tiered wedding cake was made for the occasion by Evelyn Kyles, Florence Stinson and Margaret Hitchins. Six friends were named as the event decorators (Bert & May Foster, Jim & Gladys Odell, Marion Gordon and Harvey Odell) and three as dressmakers (Elsie Kerr, Gladys Odell and Bessie Carruthers).<br />
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The evening's entertainment was introduced by chairman Harvey Odell and started off with games of Euchre, then the Mock Wedding was held. Instrumental musical entertainment was supplied by Lorne and Bessie Carruthers and Tom Gordon performed 2 songs dressed in Scottish costume. Dancing in Scottish costume by Morine Hitchins and Joan Braybrook was next . Community singing of Hymn 238 accompanied by pianist Marion Gordon followed. I wonder what hymn this would have been?<br />
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Over 100 names signed the guest book and more were listed as "Guests but not present". The honoured couple were presented with an electrical lamp and clock by Marion Gordon on behalf of the community of family and friends. Margaret Kerr was noted as being a soloist and well as having the honour of poring the tea at the Guest Table. Reverend Fargey of Elkhorn gave a toast to the couple and it would ironically be the same man who would minister at both of their funeral services, hers the next April and Alex's in June of 1950.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Alexander Milne married Jeannie Morrison Jamieson on December 24, 1897 at the Lodge in the Mayne House at <a href="http://www.rothi.co.uk/index.html">Rothiemay, Scotland.</a> Both were 21 years old (although he looks so much younger in their wedding picture above). Alex emigrated to Canada in the spring of 1904 and Jane and their 3 eldest boys followed the next year. Five more children were born in this country as they worked hard to become successful farmers and community members. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">It makes me happy that they had a chance to celebrate this milestone anniversary surrounded by their loved ones and especially happy that the pictures and guest book remain to share the celebration with my readers today. As I write this post, tomorrow is my Mom and Dad's 57th anniversary. Best wishes on your special day! Love, Sharon</span></div>
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