tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16383051594634730812024-02-19T16:31:17.146-06:00The Boulton Blogsharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638305159463473081.post-57948498129843978852020-11-29T13:30:00.003-06:002020-11-30T17:46:12.464-06:00Sherman Dayton's Snowplane <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Today's blog post is an easy bit of "cut and paste" for me as the story was already written and it is a wonderful read about days gone by. Sherman Dayton (1905-1987) was a mechanic at McMurchy Brothers Garage in Reston in the 1920's and went into business for himself later. As his story below tells, in the 30's money was very hard to come by so he took on building a snowplane to act as a livery or taxi for people and things that needed to be moved quickly in deep snow. Uncle <a href="https://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2015/03/susan-boulton-bigney-1882-1957.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Hazen Bigney</a> was a carpenter and built the body of the plane for Mr. Dayton in 1936. The picture below was in the Boulton albums but the eleven page story that makes today's post was copied from the original belonging to John and Verna Olenick.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5d5v6xHWhH-3T195ZSWUSJ7W_4j9PToKa7HuSP82a6wEJew6MXaufq5Z8Cp0siaZjdMRAjELci-wWski6CZ0ezXfvdPHhFHGkMZuaJ81sVqTm7LQv3QAgle94cwih_dNfWXzc8LvTTtQ/s2048/Snowmobile+made+by+Hazen+Bigney+for+Sherman+Dayton+1936.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="2048" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5d5v6xHWhH-3T195ZSWUSJ7W_4j9PToKa7HuSP82a6wEJew6MXaufq5Z8Cp0siaZjdMRAjELci-wWski6CZ0ezXfvdPHhFHGkMZuaJ81sVqTm7LQv3QAgle94cwih_dNfWXzc8LvTTtQ/w640-h344/Snowmobile+made+by+Hazen+Bigney+for+Sherman+Dayton+1936.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Sherman married a Reston girl, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/214257600/helen-rankin-guthrie" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Helen Rankin </a>Guthrie, in 1931. They had three children and she passed away young in 1946. He and his family moved to Newdale, MB where he continued his unique inventions and mechanical abilities to build a successful business. He remarried Annie Mae Fraser and was an active part of his community until he passed away in 1987. </span><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/188805680/sherman-hilton-dayton" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">S. H. Dayton</a>'s name continues on in the <a href="https://www.shdayton.ca/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">John Deere dealershi</a>p in Shoal Lake, MB. I wonder if he ever found the snowplane? Corrections, additions and further information are always welcome at ssimms@escape.ca or in the comments below. </div></span>sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638305159463473081.post-46680619586087714842020-11-12T16:16:00.005-06:002021-12-06T09:31:45.077-06:00Boulton and Kendrick Connection <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzaL4-dgOUPKA1TWQKlNJRBeRVk6DaaBhuu7_s2aQLOBCutXRcdxldoI2GISQGR3uNbd51X933k-NugivM0Eh6VDk5zS_H0TLowo35ED0SgAljm2reLgfwJBzfovFfOo4EjLcCPA_VxM/s2048/107E1E45-2970-4FF4-9C6D-22B5F1D00F74.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1543" data-original-width="2048" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzaL4-dgOUPKA1TWQKlNJRBeRVk6DaaBhuu7_s2aQLOBCutXRcdxldoI2GISQGR3uNbd51X933k-NugivM0Eh6VDk5zS_H0TLowo35ED0SgAljm2reLgfwJBzfovFfOo4EjLcCPA_VxM/w640-h482/107E1E45-2970-4FF4-9C6D-22B5F1D00F74.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><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/AVvXsEh4R453aBKAG3IxrtL9RMENmT_LqZyqijhdA5DLibeRaOoWvmTZRVldPwv_cpfg6yKsTZub6xUBj5FMmqSNWfZDdqw2rrBpKjSKsGHQCzxrAx7NaUPkeeEqvcvaGbSn5fCdZbbcVGu_Nkw/s2048/9553263B-418C-4809-B242-CE7A5845C0D0.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1392" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4R453aBKAG3IxrtL9RMENmT_LqZyqijhdA5DLibeRaOoWvmTZRVldPwv_cpfg6yKsTZub6xUBj5FMmqSNWfZDdqw2rrBpKjSKsGHQCzxrAx7NaUPkeeEqvcvaGbSn5fCdZbbcVGu_Nkw/s320/9553263B-418C-4809-B242-CE7A5845C0D0.jpeg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Time to get out the red pens for a correction to The Boulton Blog books! This picture taken about 1910 has always hung at the Boulton farm and I bought <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2018/09/the-mystery-of-auction-sale-pictures.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">another copy at an auction sale</a> in Souris a few years back. It is a remarkable picture and easy to see why copies were made for the family. A recent email from cousin Lee corrected the identity of the lady sitting on a chair in the front middle of the group. The handwriting on the back of her copy belonged to Ida Mae Bigney White, daughter of <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2015/03/susan-boulton-bigney-1882-1957.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Susan</a>. The elegant lady on the chair had previously been identified as Louisa Roe, the mother of the two little boys in the picture. It didn’t really seem right and indeed the true identity of the woman is a generation older than Louisa. She is Abigail Kendrick, a sister to <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/ann-boulton-1844-1936.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Ann Boulton</a>(sitting to her left) and her daughter Annie Kendrick is standing at the far right behind her. Discovering who it was made me curious about the Boulton-Kendrick connection.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><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/AVvXsEi0-UnjXY39eMckCJ33H-GG3Gz1k4DSIy7cQosGChyphenhyphenug6iTIN0ZA2zmQuXske9X_qDsNxClMPBrbgoy45RoeYlo2AUeDJfLzTkjCN7dlSp6-GGZAzFUegFsU3ZtnUfSYK7q6AUkfbbV5JI/s1200/Boultons.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="945" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0-UnjXY39eMckCJ33H-GG3Gz1k4DSIy7cQosGChyphenhyphenug6iTIN0ZA2zmQuXske9X_qDsNxClMPBrbgoy45RoeYlo2AUeDJfLzTkjCN7dlSp6-GGZAzFUegFsU3ZtnUfSYK7q6AUkfbbV5JI/w158-h200/Boultons.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Randy's great grandmother Ann Boulton is pictured in this group of 5 in the front right with her 2 years older sister Abigail on the left. Their mother <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/ann-higginson-boulton.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Ann(Higginson) Boulton</a> is between them and brothers William and Thomas are standing behind. This photo was taken in the late 1880’s in the Brockville, Ontario area. I thought it was the only photo of Abigail (Boulton) Kendrick that I had seen but apparently not. She was in Reston in about 1910! </span>Abigail married George Kendrick in 1862 at Leeds and Grenville in Southern Ontario. They had two children Thomas Oughton(1865-1945) and (you guessed it - they loved this name) Annie who was born in 1863. The Kendricks farmed in southern Ontario, where George died in 1900 at the age of 69. I don't have any other evidence of how long they stayed but a visit for the sisters after 8 years would have been welcome indeed. </div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> <span>Annie remained unmarried but she continued to write letters to the Reston connection in the 1940’s. I have a couple of them and they are newsy - shared connections, health issues and the weather. </span><span> Annie died in 1958 at the age of 94. Her brother </span><span>Thomas Kendrick married Sarah/Mary Jane Spotten in 1902 and had a daughter Abigail Gladys in Winchester Township near Ottawa. Gladys married William Francis McDonald and had a large family. </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuXEVEtNIHfFGO66wi2tlneO9gQn9horuB3tletA8Oxzss1DAUbz1cRdHYt_XAkFqomgVdhx_6TFigZYqQOPHyuKnvVVY6m4VCzFJlq2CPC2uQfseuQr6UwGo2keh0nnb-xnxy_1vN7HI/s1851/Richard+Kendrick.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1851" data-original-width="1395" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuXEVEtNIHfFGO66wi2tlneO9gQn9horuB3tletA8Oxzss1DAUbz1cRdHYt_XAkFqomgVdhx_6TFigZYqQOPHyuKnvVVY6m4VCzFJlq2CPC2uQfseuQr6UwGo2keh0nnb-xnxy_1vN7HI/s320/Richard+Kendrick.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;">The first Abigail’s husband George had one brother that I know of, Richard Kendrick. That family was no doubt another reason for the visit west in 1910.<a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/124862359/richard-kendrick" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"> Richard </a>(1850 -1925) and his wife <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/124862496/hester-kendrick" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Hester (McIntosh)</a> (1855-1939) arrived in the Reston area on May 1, 1900. That first night was apparently spent with the Boulton family, three miles east from their homestead. The two families had been neighbours at New Dublin, Ontario. Richard and George Kendrick’s father Samuel arrived from Dublin, Ireland in 1823 and the Boultons had lived in the area since leaving the United States as Loyalists. The Kendrick family consisted of 8 sons and a daughter ages 24 down to 4. (Photo courtesy of Ancestry user dwain01) They built their home on 22-6-28 in 1900. Richard was a blacksmith and carpenter as well as a farmer. The district and school were named<a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/dublinschool.shtml" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"> Dublin</a> by the Kendricks after their former homes. </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: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZpxeC8BWnNTiyDK8VK1NHVraHsRJNOjyXhnvSa2uPYSD8IlzBSYKbC2qcOwXoPa42OzzmfLvzA1ecnTddH_lb0Hd4hnT4B6Cl_MFOdaSE0lZwaR6m3meQT89-cX5-2uroWRTmCfLx9Ww/s2760/Kendrick+Threshing+Outfit+1909.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1140" data-original-width="2760" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZpxeC8BWnNTiyDK8VK1NHVraHsRJNOjyXhnvSa2uPYSD8IlzBSYKbC2qcOwXoPa42OzzmfLvzA1ecnTddH_lb0Hd4hnT4B6Cl_MFOdaSE0lZwaR6m3meQT89-cX5-2uroWRTmCfLx9Ww/w640-h264/Kendrick+Threshing+Outfit+1909.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Eldest son Nelson purchased and operated his own steam threshing outfit and operated it in the district for many years. The above picture hung in a bedroom at the Boulton farm and the postcard below with identifying names on the back was borrowed from a collection of John and Verna Olenick. </span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOq5_DDrJEGDHAiHJ4zrSE45zQxHUl_EATNBXh3ZFa1p1mT329urqLCnWrwCz8H4MCGV4BXUFzKjSLsmiip4e41zOypJFeysDtbs5whbj3p56ItPYLTYxLkgWeFVyBCk4OTVAh65pDgFI/s1071/Kendrick+threshing+outfit+-+back.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1071" data-original-width="645" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOq5_DDrJEGDHAiHJ4zrSE45zQxHUl_EATNBXh3ZFa1p1mT329urqLCnWrwCz8H4MCGV4BXUFzKjSLsmiip4e41zOypJFeysDtbs5whbj3p56ItPYLTYxLkgWeFVyBCk4OTVAh65pDgFI/w193-h320/Kendrick+threshing+outfit+-+back.jpg" width="193" /></a></div></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyP6TA0_FMyex4Blz4Ni7VjF7S6VqEtBrytoWcWNf9d5vR-8o1lig7CF-SHwlLbOPhb4WbFkjPWwpLKNlWEuUzUlpZJZGY5c634JxUJGr3UblungE58lQzrifV9xU3aHSOOIxv8ucyP0o/s1058/Kendrick+threshing+outfit+1913.jpg" style="clear: left; font-size: large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="1058" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyP6TA0_FMyex4Blz4Ni7VjF7S6VqEtBrytoWcWNf9d5vR-8o1lig7CF-SHwlLbOPhb4WbFkjPWwpLKNlWEuUzUlpZJZGY5c634JxUJGr3UblungE58lQzrifV9xU3aHSOOIxv8ucyP0o/w400-h250/Kendrick+threshing+outfit+1913.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhro1WH4gWqleP-o829gL2C08xMg83GOlGB3D7-Z-24MHBkeL3KP1zlHX3eszURUlyRys4FXkj1toxz3dEb3r1LU3zRZkcOM4zXkOsRA2I6gXxu0MVAY9fa6famfNdbK79Oy68jgL9SLP0/s2048/1908+Threshing.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1681" data-original-width="2048" height="526" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhro1WH4gWqleP-o829gL2C08xMg83GOlGB3D7-Z-24MHBkeL3KP1zlHX3eszURUlyRys4FXkj1toxz3dEb3r1LU3zRZkcOM4zXkOsRA2I6gXxu0MVAY9fa6famfNdbK79Oy68jgL9SLP0/w640-h526/1908+Threshing.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: medium;">A Kendrick family reunion in the year 2000 celebrated 100 years of Kendrick ownership and a cairn on the property was revealed to mark the occasion. Kendricks and Boultons continue to be neighbours and Reston community members all these years after it began. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Thanks for sharing your picture, Lee. It made for a pleasurable day of research , lost in the past ignoring the present! </span></div><p></p></div><br />sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638305159463473081.post-46093955474435567962020-09-17T21:45:00.009-05:002022-03-19T16:08:25.697-05:00Reston Cemetery Stories<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span lang="EN-US">My summer 2020 project was to photograph and record the gravestones at Reston Cemetery on the <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/cemetery/2252874/reston-cemetery" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Find a Grave website</a>. I was amazed to find over 1400 names remembered in stone there and n</span></span><span>o doubt many more are buried without a stone as well.</span><span lang="EN-US"> Some engraving is almost illegible with time but luckily the right light and the list in the <a href="https://digitalcollections.lib.umanitoba.ca/islandora/object/uofm%3A2380658#page/133/mode/1up/search/cemetery+reston" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Sequel to Trails along the Pipestone</a> helped complete the task. </span>Historical birth, marriage and death records in Manitoba can be found on <a href="http://vitalstats.gov.mb.ca/Query.php" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">this website</a> and were helpful to fill in relationships and unreadable names and dates too. Find a Grave uses the GPS technology in the photo to help locate the plot in the cemetery. With a free membership, anyone can add photos of the people to their memorial. </span></p><p class="Body"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-US"><span>A lease was
drawn on the NE 16-7-27 on September 14, 1897 and the title of the cemetery was formally
registered in 1901. Apparently, early records were
destroyed in a fire on the east side of main street in 1916. Some of the earliest stones are from 1894 and the first Boulton connection to this cemetery is mentioned in a previous post <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2015/04/reston-cemetery.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">here</a>.</span></span> <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/211594180/ann-mossop" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Anne Mossop</a>, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/163788363/jane-mcaulay" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Jane McAulay </a>and the <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/214859011/john-frederick-blackmore" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Blackmore</a> <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/214858927/thomas-frank-blackmore" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">babies</a> were among the first burials. The many infant graves remind us about the high infant mortality before the luxury of vaccinations and health care that
we enjoy now. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_4DJHZR3-ujJg1RT06-O6h6qetfkOpoGL-P5dgMRhby2yBU_TsmQL9dG9GlbT6OZxlgl0mvl6RqHgU-tmqyWqxWZ6LwpYrojTYbLnjFklndDX9C6l71ABm22tUba-ZmMZrvYuiXJFWc/s2048/IMG_2429.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_4DJHZR3-ujJg1RT06-O6h6qetfkOpoGL-P5dgMRhby2yBU_TsmQL9dG9GlbT6OZxlgl0mvl6RqHgU-tmqyWqxWZ6LwpYrojTYbLnjFklndDX9C6l71ABm22tUba-ZmMZrvYuiXJFWc/w246-h328/IMG_2429.JPG" width="246" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie5D14f_pHDvF_VlES2p9NKwY4uA-gfr9IBaSrJAqb8owAwshMlteh0NK1yVZ0qOsDuisSviPxtVcmMZC6ln51usmnpjC949XIr822xISJ_K7hlWNMFSqsqXXPpPqu02Iq1E8of-AmdZQ/s2048/IMG_1852.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie5D14f_pHDvF_VlES2p9NKwY4uA-gfr9IBaSrJAqb8owAwshMlteh0NK1yVZ0qOsDuisSviPxtVcmMZC6ln51usmnpjC949XIr822xISJ_K7hlWNMFSqsqXXPpPqu02Iq1E8of-AmdZQ/w246-h328/IMG_1852.jpg" width="246" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/214546280/kinsley-baird" target="_blank">Kinsley Baird</a>, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/214870958/clayburn-dickie" target="_blank">Clayburn Dickie</a> and twins <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/214621086/martha-delia-pickard" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Martha Delia</a> & <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/214620985/albert-edward-pickard" target="_blank">Albert Edward</a> Pickard along with so many more children’s names will live on in their stone markers.</span><span> The delicate white stone used seems to have suffered the most weathering. </span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZJsbPniGspQ1xtEovRHy2Rd8Zm9pkex8wcKGqkIOquVYp0mxiMuVD4c3UqkynlckyHkWccbLrGUSWovhCvTKY-6H-5L7-nNUOc1k2rtTQpjoFRNhTda4W99RA3jwUyokWcZR_iuZUyjI/s2048/IMG_1416.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZJsbPniGspQ1xtEovRHy2Rd8Zm9pkex8wcKGqkIOquVYp0mxiMuVD4c3UqkynlckyHkWccbLrGUSWovhCvTKY-6H-5L7-nNUOc1k2rtTQpjoFRNhTda4W99RA3jwUyokWcZR_iuZUyjI/w240-h320/IMG_1416.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><u>Mrs. A. Milliken</u></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><u><br /></u></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjXxkqnjyyFw3f5pfTn1NrYpiJun246nAWSzIPniT3X-yR4I5oZcYuXsMY8kCok3ZsW9bF-GxyTAbcwnuIjVeTSz6OdL_VCmL4Qi1EdIU3l7-6JpiaNL02J2frVITv82dQZMCRqroMswY/s2048/IMG_1727.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjXxkqnjyyFw3f5pfTn1NrYpiJun246nAWSzIPniT3X-yR4I5oZcYuXsMY8kCok3ZsW9bF-GxyTAbcwnuIjVeTSz6OdL_VCmL4Qi1EdIU3l7-6JpiaNL02J2frVITv82dQZMCRqroMswY/w240-h320/IMG_1727.jpg" width="240" /></a><span><span style="text-align: left;">The story of <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/214316846/jean-isabella-milliken" target="_blank">Mrs. A. Milliken </a>came together with the help of one of her kin, Marilee.</span><span style="text-align: left;"> </span><span style="text-align: left;">It struck my 2020 self to be so wrong to be remembered on a stone by your husband's name. We found her identity to be Jean Isabella (nee Douglas) but I have come to realize she was likely very proud to be known as the widow of Alex Milliken.</span><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></span><span face=""Source Sans Pro", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #fafafa; color: #36322d; text-align: left;"> </span></span>After the early death of her husband, she and her son William came from Scotland to Canada in 1904 to make a home with their Milliken relatives. <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/214316747/james-milliken" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">James </a>and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/214242978/peter-andrew_scott-milliken" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Peter Milliken</a> and their wives were early pioneers of the district and were responsible for the name Reston being given to our community after <a href="https://www.restonscotland.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">their home in Scotland</a>. <span><span style="text-align: left;">Find a Grave makes it able to reunite the family on her memorial page even though her husband was buried in England and her only son in BC.</span><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></span></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><u>Veterans Graves </u></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="text-align: left;">Se</span><span style="text-align: left;">veral white</span><span style="text-align: left;"> rectangular military </span><span style="text-align: left;">stones m</span><span style="text-align: left;">ark the resting places of war veterans buried although many more are burie</span><span style="text-align: left;">d with regular stones.</span><span style="text-align: left;"> </span><span style="text-align: left;">Reston Cemetery is counted among th</span><span style="text-align: left;">e Canadian War Grave Commission</span></span><span><span style="text-align: left;"> sites as one active serviceman at his deat</span></span><span style="text-align: left;">h is buried here.</span><span style="text-align: left;"> </span><span style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/194216602/thomas-wilson-guthrie" target="_blank">Thomas Wilson Guthrie</a> died in October of 1918 on his way to fight overseas. He met his fate at age 26 in </span><span style="text-align: left;">Quebec of influenz</span><span style="text-align: left;">a, a victim of the Spanish Flu.</span><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHIfwtQ6yVyFLGJtM9KoDAVN1eaimyZECj53CalA-n5eQMQayB0J_dZBtGedLyeKXj0jvlLyt2nHT-vSfvjNAEPqf9-jSHpynwOteGYWxourhEXJY-_DQnupL-bPNnpeEcJBtcrS14lbc/w150-h200/IMG_1843.jpg" width="150" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span><span style="text-align: left;">Reston boys buried overseas were able to be linked to their family in Reston Cemetery as is the case with <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/60116769/melvyn-hamilton-brandon" target="_blank">Melvyn Brandon</a>, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/21621189/edwin-earle-smith" target="_blank">E. E. Smith</a>, <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/12454368/eric-albert-holton" target="_blank">Eri</a><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/12454368/eric-albert-holton" target="_blank">c Holton</a> and <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/56682457/rayment-pigg" target="_blank">Rayment Pigg</a>. I will continue to work on this part of the project as I am sure there are many more. </span></span></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><p style="text-align: left;"><span><u>Arthur Owen Davies</u></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNVZgHAslLrR7m853yLRLPvUQ0sNmKqzKCskNPAYY1prU33ZvEuHHzNTPx9o6iuRtTSboee3nVbZJ71XLtfOeZVENRun3doVhYDqNHZpXEFausgtwWtakVCpzy73eGcN2Wa2DjJGhCGq0/s2048/IMG_1959.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNVZgHAslLrR7m853yLRLPvUQ0sNmKqzKCskNPAYY1prU33ZvEuHHzNTPx9o6iuRtTSboee3nVbZJ71XLtfOeZVENRun3doVhYDqNHZpXEFausgtwWtakVCpzy73eGcN2Wa2DjJGhCGq0/w307-h410/IMG_1959.jpg" width="307" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs7sJ3YAqov35HFjFDKIfEwIo7uLGHInK91fk1x0w3wbvuU67HiOfoOoqvjHGMjvjFu2eDlvNnseAj-sW7Sv0P4j24J7c8SBDIBVg1fkZHQfV320qf3AEiQtW8x_wb1xzQcsc5MSIREqM/s2048/IMG_1958.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs7sJ3YAqov35HFjFDKIfEwIo7uLGHInK91fk1x0w3wbvuU67HiOfoOoqvjHGMjvjFu2eDlvNnseAj-sW7Sv0P4j24J7c8SBDIBVg1fkZHQfV320qf3AEiQtW8x_wb1xzQcsc5MSIREqM/w246-h328/IMG_1958.jpg" width="246" /></a></div><br style="text-align: left;" /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Gravestones usually supply the birth and death dates with a dash between them. It is the dash that is left out of the story but this stone intrigued me to find out more. <a href="https://www.blogger.com/#">Arthur Owen Davis</a> was born December 29, 1867 at Wigan, Lancashire in England. He is buried in Reston Cemetery after his death on March 15, 1902 at Antler, Assiniboia in the Territories. (This was three years before Saskatchewan was created as a province.) The amazing thing about this stone is that it tells his manner of death. Arthur was unfortunate enough to die a snow storm near Antler. I can only guess that he was highly thought of to have this memorial erected to him. Inscriptions are common on the older stones and this one includes "Thy Will Be Done".</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span style="text-align: left;"></span></span></div></span></div><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span style="text-align: left;">March 19, 1902 clipping from the Calgary Herald with more details : </span></span></div></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #fafafa; caret-color: rgb(33, 37, 41); color: #212529; font-size: 16px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">Reston, Man., March 19. Word has been brought in from Antler that Section Foreman Arthur L. Davis, who was lost in the blizzard of Saturday last in trying to reach his farm boarding house from Stimson's store, has not been found. All hopes of finding him alive have been abandoned, a large search party being unable to ascertain his whereabouts to a late hour last night. </span></span></div></blockquote><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #fafafa; caret-color: rgb(33, 37, 41); color: #212529; font-size: 16px; text-size-adjust: 100%;"></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #fafafa; caret-color: rgb(33, 37, 41); color: #212529; font-size: 16px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">***********</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #fafafa; caret-color: rgb(33, 37, 41); color: #212529; text-size-adjust: 100%;">March 19, 2022 Update (Yes, exactly 120 years to the date after the clipping!) I was contacted today with a link on Find a Grave to the resting place of Arthur's parents Reverend John and Mary Davies in Greenfield, England. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #fafafa; caret-color: rgb(33, 37, 41); color: #212529; text-size-adjust: 100%;">Link here <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/190684322/john-davies">https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/190684322/john-davies</a> . Their stone is engraved with almost exactly the same inscription in remembrance of their son which leads me to believe it was them that had it erected here. I don't believe this was a coincidence but reminds me why I do what I do. 💗 </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>*************</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Ellen Guthrie Bulloch wrote <i>The Pioneers of the Pipestone</i> that you can access online <a href="http://peel.library.ualberta.ca/bibliography/5307/reader.html#5" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">here</a> in 1929 and sold copies as a fundraiser for the cemetery. Complaints of the disgraceful state of the grounds had been heard in the early 20’s. The cause was taken up by local service groups and the situation improved. Spruce trees from Riding Mountain were planted in 1932-33. Today the grounds at Reston Cemetery are under the care of a board and meticulously kept by Ken Moore. This care conveys the respect due the pioneers and those gone before who made our corner of Manitoba the wonderful place it is. </span></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Further information and corrections are always welcome to <a href="mailto:ssimms@escape.ca">ssimms@escape.ca</a></span></span></div>sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638305159463473081.post-1134491625173708432020-07-06T18:34:00.002-05:002020-07-06T18:34:33.710-05:00A Trip to the New World in 1870<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the same little journal as <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2020/02/jw-bushbys-journal-ni-edoc.html" target="_blank">this blog post</a> originated, I've found and transcribed another few pages which detail Randy's great grandfather <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/james-william-and-patience-emily-bushby.html" target="_blank">James William Bushby</a>'s trip from London to New York and back exactly 150 years ago. He is a beautiful cursive writer and the ink is as black as the day it was written. The words were hard to make out in places, likely because I am not familiar with a sailor's vocabulary so I've made a few guesses! Although he was a carpenter, I am thinking he may have been part of the crew of this ship. He mentions painting and varnishing the bulwarks during the voyage but he pays $28 passage for the trip back.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">Wednesday 6 April 1870</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Left the London Docks at 4 o’clock in the ship Liverpool bound for New
York. Second mate had a fight with one of the seamen. Anchored off Graves End
for the night.</span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">Thursday 7th</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Heaved anchor in the morning at 3 in the morning and then dropped anchor
off Sheerness about 9 am. Weighed about 3 o’clock. Very calm for the Channel
Pilot.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Friday </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Very calm - could make no headway.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Saturday </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sighted <a href="https://dungenesslighthouse.com/visiting" target="_blank">Dungeness Lighthouse</a> and<a href="https://www.english-heritage.org.uk/visit/places/dover-castle/" target="_blank"> Dover Castle</a>. Almost run aground when the
pilot was at breakfast. Good wind.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Sunday 10th </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Most people sick myself and Bob not included</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Monday 11th </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Tuesday 12th </i></span><span style="font-size: large;">very calm</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Wednesday 13th</i> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Thursday 14th </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Wind more favourable. Bill Portland. Didn’t <a href="https://www.phrases.org.uk/bulletin_board/35/messages/1401.html" target="_blank">bout ship</a> but twice
passed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Friday (Good) </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Didn’t have any hot cross buns. Passed the Marie & Joseph
about 6 pm evening. No <a href="https://www.phrases.org.uk/bulletin_board/35/messages/1401.html" target="_blank">bout shipping</a>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Saturday 16 April</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Wind fair going three knots. Made a devil of a row about 10 pm - crowing
bellowing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Sunday</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fair wind going five knots an hour. Pat the Irishman very bad. Going 7 knots in
the evening.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Monday </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Eastern wind still fair. Walker & Hearn had a fight and also the cook
and the Spurgeon.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Tuesday 19 </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dead calm in the morning with the heavy swell wind rose about 11 o’clock.
Heavy seas. Carpenter caught a swallow rung under reefed topsails about 10 at
night.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Wednesday 20th</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Wind fresh. Good sea. Most passengers sick. Pig killed by one of the
passengers. Spoke a vessel homeward bound.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Thursday 21st </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Caught in a squall early in the morning. Tore the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jib" target="_blank">gib</a> to bits. Main topsail
heave seas running headwind. Stayed up all night. Very nigh running under close
reefed topsails and gib.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Friday </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Wind aft in the morning. Calm in the evening with a heavy rolling sea. Pat
Sullivan taking very bad in the evening. His nose bled. Turned in and slept
round.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Saturday 23 </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">No wind dead calm with the swell on sighted a ship in the morning and kept sight of her all day from 6 in the evening.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Sunday the 24th </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sam Cooke had a clean shave. Bought some dripping. Going very slowly</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Monday </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Very calm. EB’s birthday</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Tuesday 26th </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Better wind - favorable</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Wednesday 27 </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Wind aft. Sighted a ship</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Thursday </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Passed between 40 and 50 vessels. Spoke to five or six of them. Off Western
Isles. Wind on her quarter.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Friday 29 </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Wind favourable. Shipping good many seas. Saluted an American ship which
had lost her top gallant foremast in Latitude 32’ 36. Main sail split.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Saturday 30th </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Caught in a squall early in the morning. Heavy rain. Shipped a good deal of
sea. Raining hard all day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>May 1, 1870 Sunday </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Wind almost dead ahead. Making very little headway. Very fine day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Monday 2nd</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Bought a knife off Chipps for 2/-. Nice wind but got around to the head
about 10 o’clock in the night.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Tuesday 3rd</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Foul wind. Bob bought a knife off Chipps for 4/- Ship rolled heavily. Sent
five or six under the bulwarks - myself one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Wednesday 4th</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Wind about the same. Ship rolling heavily. Sighted a ship about 1/2 past 6
in the evening.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Thursday 5th</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Wind about WSW. Skin & Grief had his neck lanced. Saw a steamer ahead
up to 12 pm. Singing and larking.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Friday 6th</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Headwind - making very little headway.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Saturday 7th</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fair Wind</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Sunday 8th</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Very rough in the morning. The roughest day we had up to present time.
Almost calm in the evening. Ship in sight. Porpoises playing around her head.
Also saw a whale spouting in the evening</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Monday 9th</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Almost dead calm. Foggy a deal of rain.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Tuesday 10th </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Wind aft but very little. Saw two whale came close along side about midday.
Had a nice breeze in the evening right aft</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Wednesday 11th </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dead calm all day. Saw three blackfish whale.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Thursday 12th </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nice wind going seven knots 10 in the evening.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Friday 13th </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dead calm all day. Ship hove to nice wind spray up in the evening till
about five k/hr in night.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Saturday 14th </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Had a calm in morning till about 10 am. Freshening towards evening. 2 pts
off our course about 800 miles from New York. Bought a plug of tobacco for 1/3
off Jack Welsh.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Sunday 15th </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Made very good headway. Shipped a good many seas. Fine day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Monday 16 </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Calm in morning. Wind aft about 10 am making good headway. Sighted a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barque" target="_blank">barque</a>
in the morning on weather bow</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Tuesday 17 </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Barque in sight all day. Wind fair good breeze.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Wednesday 18 </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Barque still in the aft but gaining on us</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Thursday 19 </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Balm in morning breeze sprang up gradually. Barque in our wake. Spoke a
<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steamship" target="_blank">steamer</a> about 11 am. Finished painting and varnishing <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bulwark" target="_blank">bulwarks</a>. 391 miles at 12
o’clock from New York.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Friday 20th </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Had wind about ship at 3 am. Saw a Steamer and <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schooner" target="_blank">Schooner</a> in the morning. 290
miles from <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sandy_Hook" target="_blank">Sandy Hook</a> at 12 o’clock. 275 miles from Sandy Hook at 3 pm.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Saturday 21st </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dead calm 250 miles at 12 o’clock. Very foggy all day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Sunday 22nd </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fine breeze up to about 12 o’clock when it died into a calm. Saw a steamer
in the afternoon.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Monday 23rd </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Pilot came on board about two in the morning. Several schooner and fishing
boats around us. Sighted land 35 minutes past 5 in the evening. Had a fair wind
and was carried up to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Staten_Island" target="_blank">Staten Island</a> where we anchored.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Tuesday </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Doctors inspecting who came on board about 9 o’clock morning. Tug boat came
alongside and took all passengers to <a href="http://www.norwayheritage.com/castle-garden.htm" target="_blank">Castle Gardens</a>. Took lodgings at 25 1/2
Washington Street. 1 dollar bed + three meals a day. Morgan’s people slept in second room. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Wednesday 25th </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Went to <a href="https://books.google.ca/books?id=xERh-cQpsf4C&pg=PA23&lpg=PA23&dq=41+Pier+North+River+N.Y.+benedict&source=bl&ots=o8mzvgikfY&sig=ACfU3U1oJfY0l22dRzyPVci44C-QSxOcRw&hl=en&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjnpYi9hLnqAhUGZc0KHcACBykQ6AEwAHoECAsQAQ#v=onepage&q=41%20Pier%20North%20River%20N.Y.%20benedict&f=false" target="_blank">Eli Benedict at 41 Pier North River N.Y.</a> where we changed our coin.
Got our tickets for Buffalo. Started at 6 pm for Albany.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Thursday 26th </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Arrived in Albany at 5 am started for Buffalo at 9 am.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>** There is a gap in the entries here. Many pages are written in pencil and have become illegible over the years. Some pages pages are numbered so I'll continue on page 24 after leaving off at 16.**</i></span></div>
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<i style="font-size: x-large;">November 28, 1871</i></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">And thense to Mr. B.'s. Had quite a little party in the evening.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>November 29th </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Bade farewell to Mrs. Bullock. Johnie drove us to Lakeview Depot where we
proceeded on to Buffalo and took tickets for New York Harteda 4:20 PM. After a
delay of two hours delayed again at Rockville for an hour.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>November 30 </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Got into New York soon after 9 am. Book passage by SS Spain for Liverpool
for $28. Took lodgings in Washington Street and walked around the city for the
rest of the day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>December 1 </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Went to<a href="https://www.centralpark.com/visitor-info/park-history/overview/" target="_blank"> Central Park</a> in the forenoon and in the evening went to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bowery_Theatre" target="_blank">Bowery Theatre</a>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Saturday 2nd</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Got on the ship. Gangway drawn up soon after. Steamed up and started on our
voyage. Fair wind in the afternoon but got ahead towards evening. Stopped about
9 pm for machinery inspection.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Sunday 3rd</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hot rolls for breakfast and coffee. Wind still ahead. Steamer ahead and
one aft of us. <a href="https://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/plumpuddingplumduff_89799" target="_blank">Plum duff</a> for dinner and <a href="https://www.dictionary.com/browse/salt-junk" target="_blank">salt junk</a>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Monday 4th</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fine day in the evening it began to blow as a matter of course. The
passengers begin for spew. Got into a birth and slept.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Tuesday 5th</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Pretty rough all day - very few passengers to the mess table. Rained nearly
all day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Wednesday 6th</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fine morning rained some frequently. Passed a steamer New York bound in the
evening.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Thursday</i> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dirty in the morning. Heavy swell - fair wind.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Friday 8th</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fine morning - wind ahead. Salt fish for dinner.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Saturday 9th</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fine day making good headway. Cleaned some cans for the Steward for a
couple of coins.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Sunday </i></span><span style="font-size: large;"><i>the 10th</i> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fine morning. Plum duff for dinner - making good headway </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Monday the
11th</i> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sighted huge pile of rock along headland. Kept out of land the rest of the day. Steamer came off about 5 pm and took all passengers for Queensland.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Arrived at Liverpool about 11 am. Landed about 12. Passed the
customs - walked around town some and then t</span><span style="font-size: large;">ook lodgings. Went by <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/40714068@N08/8009889415" target="_blank">Alexandra Theatre</a> in the evening saw The Windmill and
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sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638305159463473081.post-34565881386500128192020-05-14T14:26:00.003-05:002021-05-12T12:16:37.282-05:00Thomas and Alice Baldwin's Story <span style="font-size: large;">Recently I was contacted by an ancestor of Thomas Baldwin who had come across his name <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2016/05/the-boulton-house.html" target="_blank">in a blog</a> post from 2016, thanks to a Google search. Some people refer to Family History blogs as "cousin bait" and the more I researched the Baldwins, I found we indeed are cousins!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was in 1852 that Thomas Higginson Baldwin was born in South Mountain, Ontario to John Baldwin and Henrietta Higginson. According to online documents, in 1883 Thomas first occupied his <a href="https://www.bac-lac.gc.ca/eng/discover/land/land-grants-western-canada-1870-1930/Pages/item.aspx?IdNumber=33310&">homestead at 10-7-27 W1</a> in Pipestone RM, just southeast of Reston and was still there in 1891. Certainly he was one of the very first hardy settlers in this area of the country. The townsite of Reston was originally a few miles north and when the railway came through, his homestead was eyed for the new town to be built. The town would be named Baldwinville, he was promised. It seems Thomas was not worried about notoriety and declined the offer since he felt it would break up his farm too much. The siding was built a mile east and given the name "Reston" as the settlement north had been called at his request.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In March of 1892 his cousin </span><a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2016/05/the-boulton-house.html" style="font-size: x-large;">Ann Boulton & her family from Ontario</a><span style="font-size: large;"> stayed with Thomas from March until that summer when their home was built. </span><a href="https://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/ann-higginson-boulton.html" style="font-size: x-large;">Ann’s mother</a><span style="font-size: large;"> and Thomas’ mother were sisters - daughters of Anthony and Abigail Higginson who had immigrated from </span><span style="font-size: large;">Ballinderry, County Antrim, Ireland. They grew up not far from each other in the Brockville area of Ontario. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thomas returned to Ontario in 1894 and married Alice Maud Munro, daughter of Martin and Eliza in Inkerman, Ontario. Five children were born to the couple:</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">1894 –<i> John Wellington</i> - farmed on his father's 2nd homestead across from Kinloss School. Served in a <a href="https://canadaatwarblog.wordpress.com/2015/04/11/canadian-divisional-cyclist-companies-corps-battalions-during-the-first-world-war/" target="_blank">Cyclist Battalion</a> in <a href="http://central.bac-lac.gc.ca/.item/?op=pdf&app=CEF&id=B0386-S009" target="_blank">WW1</a> and later very involved in farmer's cooperative movement. He and his partner Mary Ann Woolfitt and their daughter Joyce lived south of Reston. John died in 1952. </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">1897 – <i>Albert Victor “Bert”</i>, went</span><span style="font-size: large;"> overseas in WW1 – link to his <a href="http://central.bac-lac.gc.ca/.item/?op=pdf&app=CEF&id=B0383-S046">service file</a> here. He married Dorothy Alice Carey in Brandon November 25, 1926 and farmed on the homestead with his father. Bert and Dorothy had family of 5: Keith, Melvin (Peter), Enid Hall, Doreen Sharratt, Mary Gray, Fay, and Lynda Baily. </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">1900 – <i>Thomas Whitney</i> - died in flu epidemic in 1919 </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">1903 – <i>Lillian Mabel</i> - </span><span style="font-size: large;">marries Fraser Mitchell in Brandon October 23, 1926 </span></li>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The clipping above from the Winnipeg Free Press in February of 1919 tells the tragic story of the death of Thomas's wife Alice and their teenage son Whitney. Lillian recalls waking up from a life saving surgery in their home to discover her mother and favourite brother had died. What an unimaginable event. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thomas continued on as a widower for 30 years before his death at 97 years old. Interesting to see that Randy's dad Edwin was one of his pallbearers. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thanks so much to Ashlea for getting in touch. Nice to meet you, cousin!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As always, I'm glad to hear from you with correcting and additional information. ssimms@escape.ca</span></div>
sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638305159463473081.post-91843694190070856602020-02-06T17:14:00.001-06:002020-02-06T20:51:38.994-06:00J.W. Bushby's Journal - Ni Edoc<span style="font-size: large;">Cousin Sharon was kind enough to lend me a box of papers that her Mom Jean had saved that belonged to her mother <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/elsie-norah-bushby-boulton-1884-1968.html" target="_blank">Elsie Busby Boulton</a>. Among them was a amazing journal that once belonged to Elsie’s father <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/james-william-and-patience-emily-bushby.html" target="_blank">James William Bushby</a> that is over 150 years old! It contains proof of his multiple journeys across the Atlantic Ocean and the American flag on the front cover leads me to believe it was purchased there. I am working on a transcription of one particular voyage in 1870. Keep watching the blog!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We knew he was very artistic as written</span><a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2016/05/drawings-from-1860s-by-jw-bushby.html" style="font-size: x-large;" target="_blank"> about here</a><span style="font-size: large;">. This journal contains more of his sketches. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am guessing the picture of J.W. Bushby below was taken around the same time as this journal, before he married and had his family. The beautiful handwriting was so clear and easily read so many years later. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yes Elsie, and thank you to the keepers! The papers about Grandad Bushby have certainly come in useful on a cold afternoon.</span></div>
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<i>I have been too busy to write of late. Will write soon. Am going back to Reston Monday. Miss Hales is not able to work yet. She was down hear last week. Vick is in Winnipeg attending M.(?) School. Received parcel at xmas. Fit ok. Thought trim(?) nice. Thanks for same. Love to all. From Ella </i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: large; font-style: normal;">Finding a copy of the postcard above on the</span></i><span style="font-size: large;"> <a href="http://pastforward.winnipeg.ca/digital/collection/berman">Martin Berman Postcard Collection</a> on the Past Forward website was a treat! Although I don't know of any direct connection to the Boultons, who knows? Two years later Elsie Bushby would arrive in Reston herself and communicated with her family back home with postcards and letters just like Ella.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The 1911 Canadian census taken 5 months later in June of that year, both Ella and Mary along with other <a href="http://data2.collectionscanada.gc.ca/1911/pdf/e001944988.pdf" target="_blank">Walls family</a> can be found living in Reston. Their details are listed on the page after <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/arthur-henry-bushby-1879-1933.html" target="_blank">Elsie's brother Arthur and his wife Lou</a> and their 5 children. Ellen, 35 years old is listed as a dressmaker at a general store and her sister Mary H. is 30 years old and a tailor. Both live with their brother Victor who is 26 years old and a plumber at a hardware store. Also in the home is Victor's wife Hannah Katherine (26) and 2 young children - Harold and Myrtle. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Further research finds Victor Walls enlisted in WW1 in 1916 as <a href="https://www.bac-lac.gc.ca/eng/discover/military-heritage/first-world-war/personnel-records/Pages/item.aspx?IdNumber=299718" target="_blank">#922173</a> as a bugler and was discharged in 1919 at the rank of Sergeant. His military file indicates he didn't see active duty as he suffered from varicose veins that were inflamed from marching in training. Buglers held <a href="https://legionmagazine.com/en/2018/11/the-mons-bugle/" target="_blank">an important role</a> just the same in each battalion to call the troops for to rise and sleep, for meals as well as giving directions in battle. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the <a href="http://central.bac-lac.gc.ca/.item/?app=Census1921&op=pdf&id=e002879620" target="_blank">1921</a> and <a href="http://central.bac-lac.gc.ca/.item/?app=census1926&op=pdf&id=e011218715" target="_blank">1926</a> censuses, the family of 4 live in Pipestone and Victor is a Tinsmith. Miss Myrtle Walls from Pipestone was the teacher at Scarth from 1931- 33 according to the <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/scarth.shtml" target="_blank">Manitoba Historical Website here</a>. The is as far as I have traced the family. Any further information is welcome at ssimms@escape.ca</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Reston Fair began and the grandstand was built in 1908 according to the first <a href="https://digitalcollections.lib.umanitoba.ca/islandora/object/uofm%3A2225226#page/414/mode/1up" target="_blank">Trails Along the Pipestone</a>. I am glad this postcard survives online to help us imagine these early days. </span></div>
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sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638305159463473081.post-58785170328705105192019-10-03T11:38:00.000-05:002019-10-03T11:52:11.240-05:00Good Deed Radio Club <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Have you heard of the Good Deed Radio Club? A Boulton cousin passed these buttons on to me this summer and I've spent some time online to find out what I could about them. The smaller four are about the size of a nickel and they all have a pin back. Thank you for the challenge, Faye! You knew I'd love it. Here's what I know today but would love to hear more from my readers at <a href="mailto:ssimms@escape.ca">ssimms@escape.ca</a> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One </span><a href="https://www.archeion.ca/eaton-good-deed-radio-club" style="font-size: x-large;">online source</a><span style="font-size: large;"> says the Eaton's Good Deed Radio Club was the original idea of a man named </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/VintageHamilton/photos/a.362045297147103/1092209310797361/?type=1&theater" style="font-size: x-large;" target="_blank">Claude Knapman</a><span style="font-size: large;">. It began as a promotional gimmick in 1933 for Hamilton, Ontario's downtown Eaton's Department Store. The Saturday morning show featured local amateur talent and spotlighted the acts of kindness and the good deeds that members of the club had performed over the past week. It was a hit with parents and customers who were loyal to the store and it soon expanded throughout Canada. Winnipeg, </span><span style="font-size: large;">Edmonton, Calgary and Vancouver soon had similar clubs.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">October 21, 1939 was the first broadcast in Winnipeg from 10:30 to 11:00 on CKY radio. (This station was later named CBW as a part of the CBC radio network.) A 1939 </span><span style="font-size: large;">Winnipeg Free Press article I found said b</span><span style="font-size: large;">oys and girls up to age 16 were invited to apply to be in the club. Club members were obliged to do a Good Deed every day and write into the station with details of any outstanding deed performed. Letters were acknowledged with a membership card as well as a red, white and blue button. Each week a 15 jewel watch was awarded to the best good deed and the presentation of it would happen during the radio broadcast. There was no charge or fee in connection with the membership but no doubt gave some good publicity to the store. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/eatons.shtml">Manitoba Historical Society </a>website says the Winnipeg Eaton's store was built in July 1905 as a five-story building. Three additional floors were added in 1910. It closed in 1999 and was demolished in 2002 to make way for a sports arena.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: large;">Today is an unseasonably warm September day and
harvest is in full swing at the Boulton farm.
Thanks to sister-in-law Wilma’s garden, I had zucchini to make some
muffins for afternoon coffee time for the combine drivers and grain hauling
crew. Wondering where to catch up with
them, I was reminded of the blog post I’ve been
working on for a while when Randy said they'd be at <i>The University.</i> </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: large;">Good farm helpers like me quickly learn the somewhat obscure names given to the quarter
sections. Legally, this one is the Southeast half of 24-6-28, just south of the house. The
Boultons have a Wilson quarter, Smitty’s, Don’s and Freddie’s
which are named after past owners but “The University” name always baffled me. There are no buildings in sight!</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: large;">A bit of research helped uncover that in 1883, the province granted a group called <a href="http://umanitoba.ca/libraries/units/archives/collections/rad/land_board.html" target="_blank">The Land Committee</a> 150,000 acres to fund the University of
Manitoba. The intent was to sell the
land to create and operate a University. They had lofty goals that would
make a free program to further education in the young province. In 1900, it was renamed the Land Board and in
1904 it was known as University Council. A few successful years soon turned to controversy as t<a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/mb_history/33/machrayscandal.shtml" target="_blank">his article</a> tells. </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: large;">In 1906, the fund was run by the firm </span></span><span style="font-size: large;">Archibald, Machray & Sharpe a</span><span style="font-size: large;">nd that seems to have been when some of the problems
began.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">In 1932 while </span><a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/people/machray_ja.shtml" style="font-size: x-large;" target="_blank">John A. Machray</a><span style="font-size: large;"> was in charge, discrepancies and
poor management resulted in a collapse of the fund and as a result tuition fees
sharply increased and there were wage cuts to staff.</span><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><span style="font-size: large;">It ended with the arrest of Machray and his death in prison in 1933
after pleading guilty to theft.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> Over a million dollars was missing from University coffers and it was assumed he used the money to cover bad land investments. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/thomas-edwin-boulton-1875-1961.html" target="_blank">Thomas Boulton</a>, Randy’s grandfather, started payments on the
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: large;">In 1919, ownership was transferred to Thomas's brother <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/uncle-anthony-1880-1950.html" target="_blank">Anthony</a> and after his death in 1950, it passed to <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2018/06/edwin-benjamin-boulton-1920-1988.html" target="_blank">Edwin</a>. Now 112 years later, Boulton seeding and harvest continues on the same land. I'm glad I knew where to find them. This time. ☺</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: large;">Wow! Randy's cousin Linda just knew I would love this picture! The faded <a href="https://www.cartedevisite.co.uk/dating/types-of-photograph/carte-de-visite/" target="_blank">carte de visite</a> picture has to have an amazing story, right?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a challenge to my Google </span></span><span style="font-size: large;">detective </span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: large;">abilities and fun to find out all I could about Captain T. Bushby from the few clues written on the picture. It was among the <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2019/08/pictures-to-help-me-picture-bushbys.html" target="_blank">picture collection</a> of Linda and Randy's <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/elsie-norah-bushby-boulton-1884-1968.html" target="_blank">grandmother Elsie</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">First was to find <a href="https://www.worldatlas.com/sa/cl/co/where-is-coquimbo.html" target="_blank">where Coquimbo is</a> and it turns out it's a port on the
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: large;">In the mid 1800's, copper ore was mined in the Norte Chico
District of Chile and sent back to England for smelting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The boats were then loaded with coal for the return trip to Chile to help
with the mining process. That's why Captain Bushby was on his way to Coquimbo.</span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: large;">A <a href="http://www.searlecanada.org/sunderland/images15/1860wreckspage1.jpg" target="_blank">helpful site here</a> links to a book that
recounts the shipwrecks on January 21, 1860.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>There were actually four of them listed but only one started out at Swansea, Wales and was heading to
Chile with a load of coals.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;">The ship called "<i>William Marsland</i>" was built in 1853 in <a href="http://www.shorehambysea.com/ships-built-registered-shoreham-2/" target="_blank">Shoreham</a> and was identified as having a capacity volume of 350 tons.<a href="http://www.johnh.co.uk/history/cheesmanshipowners.htm" target="_blank"> Charles Cheesman</a> was the owner.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was classed as a "Barque" which Wikipedia says</span><span style="font-size: large;"> is a type of sailing vessel with three or more masts having the fore- and mainmasts rigged square and only the mizzen (the aftmost mast) rigged fore-and-aft.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The report in the February 1, 1860 edition of the <a href="https://newspaperarchive.com/morning-chronicle-feb-01-1860-p-1/" target="_blank">Morning Chronicles in London </a>says the barque foundered after colliding with another ship, the<i> Stalk</i>, and 11 of
the 12 crew and passengers on board were drowned.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">The location is described as <a href="https://www.mapsofindia.com/worldmap/latitude-longitude.html" target="_blank">100 miles west
of Lisbon at</a></span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.mapsofindia.com/worldmap/latitude-longitude.html" target="_blank"> 38.5 N 12W</a>. The collision with the ship carrying barley happened at 2:00 am in a strong wind on a heavy sea. Many of the crew and passengers from the <i>Stalk</i> were saved by getting into their "jollyboat" along with one miner from the <i>William Marsland</i> by name of William Mill from Redruth, Cornwall. There is no mention of T. Bushby and was it not for the picture and the writing on it, he may have been lost to history as well as to the Atlantic Ocean. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: large;">But who was T. Bushby?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Great Grandfather </span><a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/james-william-and-patience-emily-bushby.html" target="_blank">James</a> was born in 1852 so he would have been 8 when the accident occurred.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> There is a Thomas Bushby born 1825 <a href="https://www.geni.com/people/Thomas/6000000088481945271" target="_blank">on this page</a> but I haven't yet found any records for him. </span>I am led to guess this may have been James' uncle, a
brother to his father Henry (1819-1877) and son of Frances Bushby (1784-1843)
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<span style="font-size: large;">The landlocked members of the Bushby descendants that I am familiar with are so far away from their English coast ancestors. I am glad to be able to find parts of this story and a</span><span style="font-size: large;">ny further information would be most welcome!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just over 2 years ago, thanks to </span><span style="font-size: large;">cousins Ann and Wendy,</span><span style="font-size: large;"> a wonderful package of </span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/elsie-norah-bushby-boulton-1884-1968.html" target="_blank">Elsie Boulton</a>'s </span><span style="font-size: large;">letters written from 1913 to 1957 arrived in my lap. They helped me get to know some of the Bushby family so I wrote several blog posts about them in the fall of 2017. Another cousin Linda has recently gone to a huge amount of work to scan pictures that likely accompanied these letters so many years ago. I imagine that Elsie would have been treasured these pictures as family she would never have the opportunity to see in person. I've linked back to the original blog post and hope others enjoy seeing the faces behind the names as much as I have. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Reading <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2017/12/heaps-of-love-eleanor-frances-lena.html" target="_blank">Frances "Lena" Carpenter's</a> letters to her sister Elsie becomes so much more personal when you see the above picture of Lena and Jim and their daughters Barbara and Kitty. I wonder if it is their wedding picture from 1906 and the girls were born in 1908 and 1910 to help date these moments in time. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">These nieces of Elsie's are the daughters of her <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/walter-edward-bushby-1882-1961.html" target="_blank">brother Walter and his wife Martha.</a> Dorothy Francis (top two) was born in 1913 in New Jersey and her younger sister Edna Martha (below) in 1915. Elsie had named her own daughter <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2016/02/a-day-of-celebration.html" target="_blank">Edna</a> and ironically, the letters announcing the birth and naming of the cousins crossed in the mail! What are the odds?? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These five</span> <span style="font-size: large;">photos of June above show that Gertie's widower husband Charlie made sure Elsie saw her niece June in pictures. </span> </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The distinguished portrait of Elsie's father <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/james-william-and-patience-emily-bushby.html" target="_blank">James William</a> above helps me think of him of the <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2016/05/drawings-from-1860s-by-jw-bushby.html" target="_blank">talented artist</a> and carpenter he was. His <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2017/10/letters-from-your-affectionate-dad.html" target="_blank">letters to his daughter</a> are full of affection and love. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Many thanks to Randy's cousins who make this blog possible. So many stories to tell and I'm glad that retirement gives more time to tell them! </span></div>
sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638305159463473081.post-79243136854202096192019-08-27T20:56:00.001-05:002019-08-28T16:15:38.055-05:00Sandbox Kids<span style="font-size: large;">It was a cool day in 1962 and these 5 Boulton cousins
were playing happily in the sandbox at Reston Memorial Park.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Someone’s mother or father said "Hey, look here
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<span style="font-size: large;">Twelve years later in 1974, someone wanted the group to pose together again. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1994 was the Year of the Family and the Boulton reunion that summer saw the Five Musketeers together again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The call was made at the <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2019/07/boulton-reunion-2019.html" target="_blank"> 2019 Boulton reunion</a> for the group to say cheese again. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">Whether it’s been a week, a month or a year,
these cousins can see each other with a sense of history and connection. Their
Boulton genes show in the ready smiles and easy going attitudes to pose for a
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just over 105 years after Thomas Boulton and Elsie Bushby were married, their family gathered to reminisce and welcome the newest members. Saturday July 20, 2019 was the day chosen to meet in Pipestone Hall, 25 years since their last gathering during the Year of the Family in 1994. Fifty-three members of three generations gathered to view family pictures and memorabilia and share a potluck meal and visiting. The eldest of the group is closing in on 80 years and the youngest was born a month ago. <br /><br /><a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/thomas-edwin-boulton-1875-1961.html" target="_blank">Thomas Edwin Boulton</a> was born in 1876 in Leeds, Ontario near Brockville. In 1892, he came west with his parents Benjamin and Ann along with his older brother Herb and his younger brother Anthony as well as 2 sisters, Louisa and Susie. Keen to get set up prairie farming, the family took out homestead on NE 24-6-28 in the Kinloss District, south of Reston. <br /><a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/elsie-norah-bushby-boulton-1884-1968.html" target="_blank">Elsie Norah Bushby</a> was born in 1884 in Eastbourne, Sussex, England. She followed her brothers to Canada and Reston in 1913 on the ship Ausonia along with <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/james-william-and-patience-emily-bushby.html" target="_blank">her father</a> and sister <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2017/08/gertrude-mary-bushby-1896-1929.html" target="_blank">Gertie</a>. <br />Elsie and Thomas were married on Monday May 4, 1914 at the home of his sister <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2015/03/susan-boulton-bigney-1882-1957.html" target="_blank">Susan and Hazen Bigney</a> in Reston and went on to have 8 children.</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2016/02/a-day-of-celebration.html" target="_blank">Edna Kathleen (later Pearn) 1915-2006</a></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2016/06/100-years-ago-today-boulton-twins.html" target="_blank">Emily Patience 1916-1918</a></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2016/06/100-years-ago-today-boulton-twins.html" target="_blank">Ann Henrietta 1916-1942</a></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2018/03/violets-gods-lake-adventure.html" target="_blank">Violet Lillian (later Sowtis) 1918-2009</a></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2018/06/edwin-benjamin-boulton-1920-1988.html" target="_blank">Edwin Benjamin 1920-1988</a></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2015/01/uncle-frank.html" target="_blank">John Franklin 1925-2014</a></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mary Lorraine (later Milliken) 1928 -2013</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jean Mabel (later Elliott) 1930-2010</span></span></li>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thomas passed away in 1961 and Elsie in 1968. Fourteen of their grandchildren gathered for the photo below. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">Back - Ken Milliken, Rick, Russ & Randy Boulton, Robbie Milliken<br />
Middle - Wendy (Milliken) Bulloch, Ann (Milliken) Patmore, Ron, Glenn and Sharon Elliott<br />
Front - Linda Pearn, Carole (Pearn) Sangster, Sharon (Sowtis) Farquharson , Faye (Boulton) Forsyth</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As of today, I count 16 grandchildren, 32 great grandchildren, 30 great great grandchildren and 7 great great great grandchildren. We celebrate our proud heritage and being taught the values of hard work and staying connected to roots. The Boultons are proud to represent Elsie and Thomas in our communities from as far away as Salt Spring Island, BC, to Winnipeg, Brandon, Pipestone, Reston and beyond. </span></div>
sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638305159463473081.post-72065673621580066182019-06-21T07:57:00.002-05:002020-01-27T20:35:19.055-06:00Bushby History - with Photos! <span style="font-size: large;">Last week I opened my email to a wonderful
collections of Bushby family pictures.</span><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><span style="font-size: large;">Drusilla took photos of old cabinet cards</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">her Uncle Jimmy has in Sweden and generously shared them with me.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">Thanks heavens</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">to the person who wrote the names on the back
and even a few details that a genealogist loves to see! I wonder if that person
was </span><a href="https://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2017/12/heaps-of-love-eleanor-frances-lena.html" style="font-size: x-large;" target="_blank">“Lena” Eleanor Frances Bushby</a><span style="font-size: large;"> Carpenter, sister of Randy’s Grandmother
</span><a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/elsie-norah-bushby-boulton-1884-1968.html" style="font-size: x-large;" target="_blank">Elsie Boulton</a><span style="font-size: large;">. Lena was Jimmy’s grandmother</span><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><span style="font-size: large;">and great grandmother to Drusilla.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">Having birth, death, marriage and census records
already, the photos have really bought these ancestors alive for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It makes me so curious about their everyday
lives.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thanks so much for Drusilla and
Jimmy for sharing this family history and hopefully this blog post helps share
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">Henry Bushby is Randy’s 2nd great grandfather.
He was born in 1819 in Sussex, West Ferring, England to Francis Bushby and
Frances Arlett and christened at <a href="http://www.picturesofengland.com/England/West_Sussex/Sompting" target="_blank">Sompting</a>. He was employed as a consulting engineer for the <a href="http://www.midlandrailway.org.uk/" target="_blank">Midland Railway Company</a>, the back of his portrait says. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">On March 27, 1842 Henry married Eleanor Moore at old church <a href="https://posp.co.uk/st-pancras-old-church/" target="_blank">St Pancras Parish Chapel</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: large;">Eleanor was born 1819 in Ferring, Sussex, England and she died in January of 1903 at 84 years old in Camberwell.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Henry Bushby and Eleanor Moore had 3 sons including </span><a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/james-william-and-patience-emily-bushby.html" style="font-size: x-large;" target="_blank">J. W.</a><span style="font-size: large;">, Arthur Frank, 1856-1919 and Henry 1844- along with three daughters Elizabeth 1843-1918, Frances Ann Buckman 1847-1906 and Harriet Ellen “Nell” Willoughby 1850- whose husband George is in this dashing photo.</span></div>
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believe that Ann’s parents Edward 1805-1887 and Sarah 1814-1888 raised Patience
as she can be found in their household on the census of 1860 and 1870. The photo to the left is identified as them. Edward lived at Plackett Cottage in 1881 in Hailsham, Arlington listed as a 76 year old labourer and his wife Sarah as a launderess.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Louie Wooler is the name on the back of this one and the photographer is G. Glanville at Tunbridge Wells. I am guessing this is a sister to Ann and an aunt of Patience. The mother of Sarah was Lucy Vine so she was likely named for her grandmother. Continued research will need to be done for her. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Finally this unique portrait taken at Worthington. What do you think it says - Aunt Monk <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petersfield" target="_blank">Petersfield Hants</a>...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What wonderful moments in history were captured and my thanks again for sharing them with me. </span></div>
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Another most amazing piece of Boulton family history has been shared with me by cousin Ann Milliken Patmore and on this St. Patrick's Day I’d like to pass the story on to my blog readers. </div>
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Boulton family research indicates that 3rd great grandfather <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/george-boulton-1740-1794.html" target="_blank">George Boulton</a> and his wife Nancy Bickfort/Bickford immigrated to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania from <a href="https://www.google.com/maps/place/Ballinvally,+Co.+Wexford,+Ireland/@52.6510262,-6.3801828,9.5z/data=!4m8!1m2!2m1!1sBallinvally,+Wexford,+Ireland!3m4!1s0x4867e20e1545a809:0x4b37cb2696540323!8m2!3d52.5430529!4d-6.3254267" target="_blank">Ballinvally, Wexford, Ireland</a> somewhere around 1765-70. He went on to become a Loyalist and head for Ontario due to the American Revolution. Perhaps it is the Irish roots of the family that has kept alive the subject of today's post - an almost 90 year old shamrock plant! Ann tells me: </div>
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<i>I remember it was one of the days we were helping Mom and Dad move into Reston from the farm in July, 2008. A plant pot was sitting on top of the frig and the plant in it was not looking very healthy. I suggested we should throw it out, but mom said it was just taking a little rest and we packed it up to move it to Reston. She went on to tell me the story behind the plant.</i></blockquote>
The story begins around 1930 when little Mary Boulton (later Milliken) is sick with a cold and her Aunt <a href="https://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2015/03/susan-boulton-bigney-1882-1957.html" target="_blank">Susie Boulton Bigney</a> comes to the Boulton farm to visit and brings a little shamrock plant to cheer her up. Susie's granddaughter Maxine White Morrow remembers a shamrock plant in the Bigney house so no doubt it was a piece of her own plant. Thanks to Maxine, that detail of the story is no longer lost to history.<br />
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<a href="https://www.houseplant411.com/houseplant/shamrock-oxalis-how-to-grow-care-for-shamrock-plant" target="_blank">Oxalis Regnelli,</a> as the clover or shamrock plant is officially known, needs a dormancy period in which some owners mistakenly believe the plant has died. The Boulton women obviously have faith however!<br />
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The plant survives and thrives under the tender loving care of Mary’s mother <a href="https://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/elsie-norah-bushby-boulton-1884-1968.html" target="_blank">Elsie Bushby Boulton</a> for the next 30+ years. Mary then moves the plant to her home and continues the tradition of watching it die down in the winter only to come to life each spring. It would witness another generation of children grow up and marry and have children of their own. As Mary aged and the years went by, it must have remained an important link to the past. Ann continues:<br />
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<i>When mom moved into the Willowview in 2011, I brought the plant to my house in Virden and then to the lake in 2017 when we moved here. It’s been a travelling plant! Originally in Reston to the Boulton farm to Mom & Dad’s farm, back to Reston, Virden and now Oak Lake Beach. </i></blockquote>
In fact, the shamrock plant took a place of honour at Mary's funeral in September, 2013. Granddaughter Jennifer Milliken Bell made mention of it in the eulogy she gave that day:<br />
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<i>Grandma also loved plants inside the house. There were always plants in the windows. A true testament of her gardening skills can be seen at the front table where there are two shamrock plants. They are pieces of an original plant given to Grandma’s mom when Grandma was just two years old. Grandma kept that plant or pieces of it alive for 83 years.</i></blockquote>
The plant now sees its fourth generation of children growing up as Ann's daughter Kaitlyn Patmore Stoop was “plant sitting” it at her house while the Patmores were away this winter. The shamrock plant now happily lives with Ann and although other family members have tried to take cutting to start a new plant, they don’t have the success of the original plant. Perhaps the next cutting will be the lucky one! The last word goes to Ann along with my sincere thanks for sharing the story with me:<br />
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<i>I’m so glad I did not convince her to throw the plant out that day way back
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<span style="font-size: large;">Along with a wonderful collection of family letters from England including ones from <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2017/10/letters-from-your-affectionate-dad.html" target="_blank">James</a>, <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2017/11/getting-to-know-dorrie-dorothy-bushby.html" target="_blank">Dorrie</a>, <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2017/12/heaps-of-love-eleanor-frances-lena.html" target="_blank">Lena </a>and <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2017/08/gertrude-mary-bushby-1896-1929.html" target="_blank">Gertie</a> Bushby was this gem - a single one from Private T. Colthorpe to Randy's Grandpa Boulton. Over my Christmas holidays, I had time to research his story. <a href="https://www.bac-lac.gc.ca/eng/discover/military-heritage/first-world-war/personnel-records/Pages/personnel-records.aspx" target="_blank">Library and Archives Canada </a>has scanned and posted online all the service records from WW1 soldiers and with his helpful inclusion at the top of his letter of his Regimental Number (276529), it was easy to find out <a href="http://central.bac-lac.gc.ca/.item/?op=pdf&app=CEF&id=B1891-S051" target="_blank">more about him here.</a> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This very descriptive letter of a soldier's life was written in July of 1917 from <a href="https://www.google.com/maps/place/Bramshott+Common,+Hindhead+GU27+1QD,+UK/@50.9547091,-0.1488408,6.9z/data=!4m13!1m7!3m6!1s0x48743357633edd25:0x4426ab7c44b33b7f!2sBramshott+Common,+Hindhead+GU27+1QD,+UK!3b1!8m2!3d51.096723!4d-0.756851!3m4!1s0x48743357633edd25:0x4426ab7c44b33b7f!8m2!3d51.096723!4d-0.756851" target="_blank">Camp Bramshott in Hampshire, England</a> which coincidentally is just north of the former home of <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/elsie-norah-bushby-boulton-1884-1968.html" target="_blank">Grandma Elsie (Bushby) Boulton</a>. </span></div>
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(Transcript of the letter is below - some editing done by this teacher including adding punctuation!)</div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><i>I
expect you are wondering where I am and how things are with me after all this
time. You will see by the above address that we are in England and we have been
in England about six or seven weeks. I can’t say much about our voyage across
the Atlantic beyond saying it was pretty uncomfortable. We come over on the
Olympic a tremendous vessel. They said there was 6 or 7 thousand on board but
can’t say how true it is. They said also
she brought 10,000 Australians across on one voyage. If it was so I pity them for we were pretty
well crowded. We slept in hammocks slung
underneath the different decks strung so close together there was barely room
to turn over and underneath were the mess tables. Some of the beggars would lay
in bed till the breakfast was on the table in mornings and then roll out right
down. Pull and maul the grub - about the food wasn’t of the best - ugh. I tell
you I was glad when we arrived this side.
We had to wear lifebelts all the way across wasn’t allowed up on deck
without them. The boats were slung out both sides of the ship off the top deck
to the level the next one where we drilled. She carried great guns and some of
the best gunners in the British Navy to man them. She didn’t run in a straight
line she come like this all the way across. (Drawing of a zig zag line) We were
met by 5 Destroyers when we were off the Irish coast - little narrow craft with
only small guns on board as far as I could see but they could certainly move
through the water coming toward our ship when we first saw them at a great rate
cutting through the water like a knife.</i></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><i>This
country was looking at its best just simply Ba verdant green and roses in
flowers in the gardens and different creepers on the walls off of the houses. If you were to ever come to England Tom
arrive in June but don’t come now. Things
are not at their best here now everything is dear as dear as they are in Canada
and food is not too plentiful. We count on rations we have enough but that’s
about all. We get more variety of food
and better cooked than we did in Canada but there is none thrown away.</i></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><i> We are putting in stiff training here. There
is something to go through after a Canadian soldier arrives in England before
he is fit for the front. We only get the rudiments of training in Canada. Here
we have to learn musketry, bombing, gas. Have to put the gas helmets on in so
many seconds and before we go to the front we have to go through a room full of
it put the helmet on in so many seconds before they turn it on. The live bombs
they explode in four to 5 seconds. You
just have to pull a pin out and hold the lever attached to them. When you pull the pin out it release the lever
if you hold that down till you throw it. When the lever is released it release
a spring inside which operates on the works inside. Then look out - they are the lucky ones who
are not close to it. Then we have to learn barbwire entanglements, trench
digging, sand bag building, bayonet fighting, all sorts of things. I guess we
are booked ...</i></span></blockquote>
<span style="font-size: large;">What a great letter! Thomas Colthorpe was born in <a href="https://www.visitsuffolk.com/explore/bury-st-edmunds.aspx" target="_blank">Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk England</a> on May 13, 1878 which puts him 3 years younger than <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/thomas-edwin-boulton-1875-1961.html" target="_blank">our Thomas</a>. When he enlisted in Brandon on July 21, 1916 he was 38 years old, with dark complexion, grey eyes and dark hair. He stood 5 feet 9 1/2 inches tall and with both parents deceased, his next of kin was listed as his brother Edgar back in England. He listed his occupation as farmer and resident of Reston at that time. </span><span style="font-size: large;">I have found mention of this man in <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2015/06/green-ledger-book.html" target="_blank">a ledger</a> as a hired hand on the Boulton farm in 1915.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">His online personnel file confirms his voyage <a href="https://www.thevintagenews.com/2016/11/25/in-wwi-the-rms-olympic-won-a-battle-with-a-u-boat/" target="_blank">on the Olympic</a> (sister ship to the Titanic) that left Halifax on the 6th of June in 1917 and landed in Liverpool a week later. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">His file also confirms that he trained in England until later the next year until he landed in France. Records indicate he was part of a brigade burial party in September of 1918 and received a gunshot wound to the back a month later. He ended up back in the hospital at Bramshott until April 16, 1919 when he left Liverpool for the return trip home. </span><span style="font-size: large;">Reston, Man is stroked out and 1</span><span style="font-size: large;">81 Logan Avenue East in Winnipeg is indicated as his latest address at that time. His name appears in the Boulton ledger again later in 1919 and May-June of 1920. There is a card in his file stamped DESP - December 29, 1922 that may be his death date but that is just a guess.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Besides his brother Edgar, he had a sister Rachel who lived at <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Montagu_Square" target="_blank">8 Montagu Square, Marble Arch, London W. England</a> at that time. The will in his file leaves her as his beneficiary. I can find no further trace of the family but have found the last name could also be spelled Coldthorpe, Cowlthorpe, Colthorp, etc... As always, any information my readers may have would be most welcome! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thomas Colthorpe, your memory lives on in that letter back to a friend. We will remember you. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This blog post originated after being connected through a Facebook post with a former Restonite who has fond memories of her childhood and "The Peanut" - a steam freight and passenger train that traveled between Reston and Wolseley, SK. A booklet (pictured above) written by Gilbert McKay in 1976 and the pictures included from the <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/restonmuseum.shtml" target="_blank">Reston Museum</a> helped me tell the story to go along with her recollections. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Apparently "The Peanut" was so named by Ed
Scriver, editor of the
Wolseley News. On
hearing the train’s whistle
for the first time the former Englishman is said to have exclaimed, “It sounds
like a peanut vendor”. The usual timetable of
the train was a early morning run from
Reston arriving in
Wolseley at 5 pm on
Monday, Wednesday and
Friday. It left Wolseley at
7 am on Tuesday,
Thursday and Saturday to return to Reston. <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/cprenginehousereston.shtml" target="_blank">The round house/engine house</a> still stands where the train was serviced and turned around that night until 1930 when <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wye_(rail)" target="_blank">a "wye" track</a> was built instead. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">(Randy and I had quite the Abbott and Costello moment when I asked him what a turn around track was called. My former railroader husband said "wye" but I heard "why". That's how the fight started... haha)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> The train was noted for being slow,
covering the 122 miles in
fourteen hours, but that is somewhat understandable with a
potential of fifteen stops
along the way to pick up
and unload passengers,
freight, cream cans and
the like. It could also be delayed due to having to wait to cross the CNR line at
Peebles (then called Kaiser). The final train, still a steam engine, left Wolseley on August 31, 1961 along with cheers and tears along the way. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My thanks to Arlene Breland of Aldergrove, B.C. for sharing her memories with me and for whetting my curiosity about this important chapter from Reston's past.</span> </div>
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<i>When I was eleven years of age, my father who worked for the CPR Rail, was bumped to a small town on the south-western area of Manitoba called Reston. When Mother, my brother & myself arrived we were in disbelief, for the house we were to live in had no running water and a wood burning stove. What a culture shock that was coming from the city of Winnipeg with all the amenities. We arrived during the summer holidays not knowing a soul and thinking what planet have we arrived on. The summer seemed endless with many tears shed every night.</i><i><br /></i><i>Then came the first day of school and Mother told me to get dressed in my school uniform, which consisted of a tunic, white shirt, black tie and black knee socks. Upon arriving at school was dismayed to see the kids dressed in blue jeans and very casual tops. Their reaction was immediate, filled with laughter and snickers at the new girl standing in line. I ran away from school that day and vowed never to return and even contemplated running away from home. Mother took sympathy on me and after talking to my father they went out and got me some jeans, some tops and a pair of saddle shoes. I returned to school with trepidation and although it was not easy, the kids finally accepted me. </i><i><br /></i><i>During that time my Dad was working on a small steam engine train which was affectionately called “The Peanut”. It consisted of about four cars and travelled from Reston to Wolseley, Saskatchewan every second day of the week. Dad would be gone overnight and then return from Wolseley to Reston. </i><i><br /></i><i>Dad worked in the baggage car of the train and often let me make a trip with him during the summer holidays. What an experience that was for me as we made stops in all the little towns on the way to Wolseley. I remember sitting on the cream cans and listening to the “clickity-clack, clickity-clack” of the train as it traveled along the rails. The whistle would always blow as we came to another town. My father would unload and reload and then we would be off again. He made that trip every weekday back and forth.</i><i><br /></i><i>Many a time after school I would listen for the whistle of the train as it stopped at the water tower, just outside of town to refill before it pulled into the station. I would quickly run across town and stand on the wooden platform patiently waiting for it to pull into the station. What a beautiful station it was. I still recall the station master, Mr. Anderson, if it was raining he would call me inside and let me sit at the telegraph desk until "The Peanut” pulled in. How I loved its musical sound as it chugged in and came to a stop with its last few breaths of steam and there she would sit in all its glory for the child who absolutely adored her. I would help my Dad as he finished unloading take his weigh bills and we would walk back home together. </i><i><br /></i><i>"The Peanut” existed from 1906 until 1961 and to this very day whenever I hear the lonesome whistle of a train, memories flood back to that very special time in my life, where times were at a slower pace and almost magical.</i><i><br /></i><i>Now as I reflect back on the past, I realize how fortunate I was to grow up in the 1950’s, to have the opportunity to reside in Reston, where to this day have two very special friends who have remained in my life throughout these many years. It was a “Camelot Era”, which will forever remain in my heart..</i><i><br /></i><i>Written 2004 by </i><i>Davina Arlene</i></blockquote>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: large;">Well then.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Something I could never imagine has happened.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Today's post could appear on
both my family blogs-<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">52 Ancestors 52 Weeks</a>
and <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Boulton Blog</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No, I’ve not found out we are actually related - but it got me wondering!</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: large;">At a recent <a href="http://www.prairielaneauctions.com/" target="_blank">Prairie Lane</a> Consignment Auction
sale at Souris, I was just about to leave empty handed when I took one last stroll around the tables of treasures.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m not sure how I missed
it the first look around, but sitting on the table with items waiting for the
top bidder was this picture! I'm sure my chin hit the floor and looked around to see if someone had a hidden camera on me.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">As featured in <a href="https://www.blogger.com/"><span id="goog_373733979"></span>this previous post<span id="goog_373733980"></span></a>, it shows the
Boulton family in front of their 1892 home south of Reston around 1910!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>An identical picture hung on the wall in the
old house for many years and was moved to hang in the new building in the yard a few
years ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I sat there (trying to look cool) waiting for it to come up, I wondered where it had been
in the 108 years since then.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It has a mark in the corner to indicate it was
taken by the Reston photographic company Boynton & Eaton.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The RM of Albert history book from 1984 includes the same picture and identifies the people as </span></span><span style="font-size: large;">(standing on veranda) </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/12/james-herbert-boulton-1874-1948.html" target="_blank">Herb Boulton</a>, <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2015/03/susan-boulton-bigney-1882-1957.html" target="_blank">Susan Bigney</a></span><span lang="DE" style="font-size: large;">, Annie Kendrick, (standing beside) <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2015/01/stanley-boulton-1892-1979.html" target="_blank">Stanley</a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2015/01/stanley-boulton-1892-1979.html" target="_blank"> Boulton </a>, <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/uncle-anthony-1880-1950.html" target="_blank">Anthony Boulton</a></span><span lang="DA" style="font-size: large;">, <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/thomas-edwin-boulton-1875-1961.html" target="_blank">Thomas</a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/thomas-edwin-boulton-1875-1961.html" target="_blank"> Boulton</a>
(Randy’s grandfather) </span><span lang="NL" style="font-size: large;">,
<a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2015/03/abigail-louisa-boulton-roe-1878-1963.html" target="_blank">Louisa Roe</a>, Russell Roe,<a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/ann-boulton-1844-1936.html" target="_blank"> Ann Boulton</a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> (Randy’s great
grandmother) and little Tom Roe sitting in front. Wherever it's been, the picture is now framed and takes its place on top of the old Boulton sideboard buffet in our home alongside pictures of the next generations.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: large;">The same consignor,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>#16, had another beautiful old portrait for
sale and the more I looked at it, the more I thought I saw facial similarities to some of
Randy’s cousins.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I sent him a photo
of it, he agreed the face looked familiar so I was waiting on pins and needles
again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> (</span>I really had to visit the washroom
but just couldn’t leave and risk missing it come up for bids! haha)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It and a few others in the lot went up to $30
before the auctioneer looked at me and said "Sold!" I may have scared the other bidder out with my waving frantically...</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: large;">After getting it home, Randy took the shingles off
the back of the portrait.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was so
excited to see if there was a name on the back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We had guessed it was likely Louisa Roe, Grandpa Thomas Boulton’s
sister.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When the first board was off, I
could see there was indeed pencil cursive writing on the back of the
picture!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The second board was removed to
a gasp - <i>Jas Milne, Griswold, Man</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Whaaaat?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Milne’s are my
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.electricscotland.com/webclans/m/milne2.html" target="_blank">Milne is a common name </a>in the North East part of Scotland and a Milne who I found on Facebook and a former resident of Griswold has helped me immensely in my research by telling me there were 3 families of that name in Griswold when she was growing up and none were related!</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">As we talked, we found we had shared Milne roots with the same <a href="http://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/02/week-5-john-milne.html" target="_blank">great great grandfather John</a>!</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">My <a href="https://ssimms64.blogspot.com/2014/10/week-40-frances-jeannie-milne-kinnaird.html" target="_blank">Grandma Kinnaird’</a>s first cousin was Roy Milne, the UGG grain buyer at Griswold for 30 years. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: large;">I have done some online (and on ground) research and have made a
few discoveries about this Milne family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I found a </span>James Milne and his wife Isabella Bean are buried with matching marble
stones in Griswold Cemetery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He died in
1907 at the young age of 44 and she at 60 years old in 1924.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> He came to Canada in 1887 and she in 1891.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> They had 4 children that I found using the <a href="https://vitalstats.gov.mb.ca/Query.php" target="_blank">Manitoba Vital Statistics</a> website. They appear in the town of Griswold on the <a href="http://data2.collectionscanada.ca/e/e049/e001201501.jpg" target="_blank">1906</a> and <a href="http://data2.collectionscanada.gc.ca/1911/jpg/e001945129.jpg" target="_blank">1911</a> Canadian census. </span><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.bac-lac.gc.ca/eng/discover/military-heritage/first-world-war/personnel-records/Pages/item.aspx?IdNumber=184491" target="_blank">Eric James</a> born July 23, 1892. He died in WW1 on April 17, 1917 and is
buried in Nine Elms Military Cemetery in France. his name appears on the war memorial in Griswold.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">Victor Maurice born January 30, 1894. He was
buried in Griswold Cemetery after his death on March 17,1963. He had married Mabel Sanders on October 16,
1935 and she died in 2005 and is buried at Griswold.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Coralie Isobel born September 24,1895. She went
on to marry Edward Senkbeil and they farmed near Kemnay</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Cecil Vivian born April 25,1898</span></li>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: large;">If the portrait was taken in the 1880's, it may be of Isabella or perhaps it is James' mother back in Scotland. Maybe I have the wrong people altogether! If anyone knows any descendants of James and
Isabella, please let them know that I have this picture and would be glad to
get it back to them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I contacted
the auctioneer, she told me that </span></span><span style="font-size: large;">Consignor 16 is looked after by the Public Trustee. She had spoken to the Public Trustee on my behalf and unfortunately all information is confidential and cannot be released. Those beautiful pictures will remain a mystery, she said. She obviously doesn't know my genealogy detective skills!😉</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The postcard above was found in an online collection <a href="http://www.lynmuseum.ca/2017/10/30/postcards-from-canada/" target="_blank">here </a>belonging to the <a href="http://www.lynmuseum.ca/" target="_blank">Heritage Place Museum</a> in Lyn near Brockville, Ontario. What an exciting find! The treeless landscape made me think it was quite early picture and may have been sent back to Ontario by <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/benjamin-boulton-1836-1895.html" target="_blank">Benjamin</a> or<a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/ann-boulton-1844-1936.html" target="_blank"> Ann Boulton</a>. They had left the <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2016/04/the-church-in-photo.html" target="_blank">New Dublin</a> area in <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2015/09/looking-for-homestead-1892.html" target="_blank">1892 for Reston</a>. A kindly museum volunteer named John checked the back of the card and sent me a copy of it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Friend Mort - Thought I would send you a B. eye view of Reston. By daylight. Suppose you are in the sugar making now and we still have winter and sleighing yet. I think the people who moved out here early this spring will wish themselves home. Write. Yours Hulls (?)</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rowsome and Boulton/Bolton families were both found around the New Dublin area according to <a href="http://www.lynmuseum.ca/2016/08/24/new-dublin-hamlet-elizabethtown/" target="_blank">the museum website</a>. I wonder who the people mentioned in the postcard who moved out there early that spring might have been. Richard and Hester Kendrick arrived in Reston from New Dublin in 1900. This family was instrumental in forming the <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/sites/dublinschool.shtml" target="_blank">school district south of Reston</a> named Dublin in honour of their old home. If any readers know more about this or who "Hulls" may be, please contact me at <a href="mailto:ssimms@escape.ca">ssimms@escape.ca</a> or comment on this blog post. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I went west down #2 Highway tonight to try to recapture the view on the postcard over 111 years later and this is the result below. A grain elevator is barely visible just left of the center and the golf course covers the foreground. The town has grown in all directions and a brand <a href="http://www.qcountryfm.ca/news-weather/news-sports-details/newsarticle/new-spray-park-opens-in-reston/" target="_blank">new Spraypark</a> just officially opened today.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> "Hulls" would never recognize Reston today!</span></div>
<br />sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638305159463473081.post-50280174327259985662018-06-17T21:20:00.002-05:002018-06-18T12:13:05.202-05:00Edwin Benjamin Boulton (1920-1988)<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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<span style="font-size: large;">Edwin Benjamin Boulton - was born on the family homestead south of Reston on April 25, 1920 to <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/thomas-edwin-boulton-1875-1961.html" target="_blank">Thomas</a> and <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/elsie-norah-bushby-boulton-1884-1968.html" target="_blank">Elsie</a>. After already becoming parents to 4 girls, <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2016/02/a-day-of-celebration.html" target="_blank">Edna,</a> V<a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2018/03/violets-gods-lake-adventure.html" target="_blank">iolet</a>, <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2016/06/100-years-ago-today-boulton-twins.html" target="_blank">Annie and Emily</a>, I am sure they were pleased to have a boy this time! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">On October 6, 1945, Edwin </span><a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2016/10/merle-and-eddie-wedding.html" style="font-size: x-large;" target="_blank">married</a><span style="font-size: large;"> the local Kinloss school teacher </span><a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2015/05/merle-cassell-boulton-1925-1959.html" style="font-size: x-large;" target="_blank">Merle Lyla Cassell </a>. <span style="font-size: large;">Merle and Eddie lived in the farmhouse with his parents and <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2014/07/uncle-anthony-1880-1950.html" target="_blank">Uncle Anthony</a> as well as brother <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.com/2015/01/uncle-frank.html" target="_blank">Frank</a> and sisters Jean, Mary and Faye. What a houseful that must have been! The farm grew over the years with more land being acquired, raising mixed livestock and a big garden to feed the family. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Three sons were born to Eddie and Merle, first Richard Edwin, then Russell James and finally Randall Thomas. Merle unexpectedly passed away shortly after Randy's birth in 1959, making Edwin a single father. He and his family carried on with help from neighbours like Mary Stonehouse, Jenetta Curtis and his sisters. Edna Pearn and her husband Ewen kept Randy until he was of school age but he raised his boys together on the farm from 1964 onward. He kept the boys in contact with their Cassell relatives in Elkhorn and beyond. These cousins have told me how the boys were always dressed up in white shirts and bow ties for these family visits! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">His sons fondly remember their Dad's special meals - navy beans soaked overnight, boiled cabbage, chicken or duck dinners and "<a href="https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/128864/simple-baked-finnan-haddie/" target="_blank">finnan haddie"</a> . I hope anyone with memories of Eddie will share them with me to add to this blog post. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My sons missed out on knowing their Grandpa Boulton. </span><span style="font-size: large;">After a battle with emphysema, Edwin died on May 25, 1988 in Brandon. Today I want to wish him a Happy Father's Day and let him know what a great men his boys turned out to be!</span>sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638305159463473081.post-79591762432877393442018-04-07T17:12:00.000-05:002018-04-07T17:13:03.001-05:00Note from J.W.B. - Are We Heirs to an Estate??<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwritw6RE4glCMKaDIw8UYGaeaUEClbOYZT-9v2tXjQqR6S-P3ILuhxJzHb5HZ_Zcqhan-QzfMFzku6TX-j1fjcstlzn-1axSlCjxDqr5CYxpgvtTqzZ43XvbQuG9WEdGZvVhIBanhXOI/s1600/Lenna+and+Elton+King.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="458" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwritw6RE4glCMKaDIw8UYGaeaUEClbOYZT-9v2tXjQqR6S-P3ILuhxJzHb5HZ_Zcqhan-QzfMFzku6TX-j1fjcstlzn-1axSlCjxDqr5CYxpgvtTqzZ43XvbQuG9WEdGZvVhIBanhXOI/s320/Lenna+and+Elton+King.jpg" width="191" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">The middle child of 12 born to <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.ca/2014/07/thomas-boulton-1840-1926.html" target="_blank">Thomas and Margaret</a> in 1889 was Lenna Margaret Boulton. She grew up on the farm and married Henry "Elton" King in Lyn, Ontario on February 22, 1911 with her sister Mary and her future husband George Herbison as witnesses. She was 21 years old and he was 22. Elton's sister Ethel Jane "Jennie" had married Lenna's brother Abraham earlier that month on February 8 in Brockville as told about in<a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.ca/2015/02/abraham-boulton-1885-1981.html" target="_blank"> their blog entry here</a>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lenna and Elton were farmers near Yonge Mill, Ontario. They didn't have children of their own but</span> <span style="font-size: large;">a son was born in 1931 to the Westcombe family and was adopted by Elton and Lenna. It became official on March 21, 1938 at Brockville and they changed his name to Donald Elton King. The photo above is cousins Audrey Morris (daughter of Edith) and Donald at the King home in about 1940. Looks like garden produce they've been harvesting - corn at their feet and paint pails of tomatoes or potatoes and a pumpkin!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lenna and Elton are pictured above with their nephew, Edith's son Ray Morris. They also had Ray living with them for a time when his parents <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.ca/2015/08/edith-beatrice-boulton-morris.html" target="_blank">Edith and Moulton</a> were working out east. The two scans of a panoramic photo of the Number 17 Platoon in June of 1945 indicates Ray was second from the right on the first row. He gave this picture to his Aunt Lenna signed "Raymie". His daughter tells me the official name on his birth certificate was actually John Raymie Morris. At some point he started using John Raymond on documents like his driver's license but was always known as Ray or Raymie. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lenna died in 1951 and Elton in 1966. They are buried outside of Lyn, Ontario <a href="http://www.lynmuseum.ca/2016/08/31/lyn-cemetery/" target="_blank">in a beautiful cemetery</a> that I was able to visit in 2015. Some of the oldest grave markers have been mounted on the stone walls surrounding the grounds which have been in use since 1784. A peaceful resting place after lives well lived.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The next two pictures are of Vi and her cousin Mona Bushby on the left and with her sister Edna Boulton on the right. Both pictures were taken around 1939.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Some pictures also arrived that I've added to previous blog posts featuring <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.ca/2017/11/getting-to-know-dorrie-dorothy-bushby.html" target="_blank">Dorothy and Ewart Pickett</a> and <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.ca/2017/08/gertrude-mary-bushby-1896-1929.html" target="_blank">Gertrude Bushby MacIntyre. </a> There is also one of Elsie that I'm saving for a future blog post about the royal ties of the Bushby family. <b>That</b> will keep you coming back for more!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today's blog post tells the story of Randy's Aunt Vi Sowtis and her summer adventure over 77 years ago. The story was inspired by a letter home to her parents and the generosity of her daughter to share it and many special photos with me and my blog readers. Thank you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Violet Lillian Boulton was born almost exactly 100 years ago on April 1,1918. To her mother <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.ca/2014/07/elsie-norah-bushby-boulton-1884-1968.html" target="_blank">Elsie </a>and father <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.ca/2014/07/thomas-edwin-boulton-1875-1961.html" target="_blank">Thomas</a>, Vi's birth would have marked a happy occasion after the death of baby Emily Patience 3 months earlier and with ongoing news of WWI. She grew up on the farm south of Reston and attended <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.ca/2015/04/kinloss-school-1899-1964.html" target="_blank">Kinloss School</a> and then higher grades in Reston. Vi is remembered by one niece for her fashion sense. When she was very young, she put coal in her shoes so she would have high heels. That would have been a long mile to school in those shoes!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> In the late 30's Vi moved to Winnipeg with her sisters Edna and Annie and cousin Ida where she took a job as a domestic in the home of <a href="http://www.mhs.mb.ca/docs/people/matheson_sp.shtml" target="_blank">Archbishop Samuel Matheson </a> at 9<a href="https://www.google.ca/maps/place/91+Kingsway,+Winnipeg,+MB+R3M+0G2/@49.8739006,-97.1644427,3a,60y,334.44h,90t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1s-DDQ2Op0wdP7OT9usowT1A!2e0!7i13312!8i6656!4m5!3m4!1s0x52ea740c70591937:0xd35162c826371a53!8m2!3d49.8741429!4d-97.164696" target="_blank">1 Kingsway Avenue</a>. Writing on the photo below from the Boulton album of her in her uniform helped fill in that detail. Edna's daughter remembers her mother talking about the girls meeting downtown on their half day off each week to catch up and perhaps shop and have lunch out. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The second picture of Vi on the rocks was labelled " At God's Lake" and it was taken the same time as her with the float plane at the top of this post. These bushplanes were known as <a href="http://www.canaero.ca/subpages/Article%20content/canadianairwaysjunkerspag.html" target="_blank">"flying boxcars"</a> and I can only imagine her first trip that summer in the single engine plane! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Her cousin Ida and her husband Max White lived and worked there and she apparently joined them for a summer of work and fun. A little research helped me find out that <a href="http://www.manitoba.ca/iem/min-ed/mbhistory/mininv/338.htm" target="_blank">God's Lake in 1941</a> was the site of a gold mine and supported a community of 400 people. Today it is home to <a href="http://www.godslake.ca/history/" target="_blank">Elk Island Fishing Lodge</a> and a First Nations Reserve nearby. A wonderful newsy letter home from "Villy" in the summer of 1941 reads as follows: </span></div>
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<i>Just got home & have read your always looked
for & welcome letter. I missed
hearing from you on Tuesday. </i><span lang="EN-US"><i>This is another cold, windy, rainy day. Apparently this is the kind of weather they
have up here in August. It seemed such a
short summer. However - we’ll probably
get a lot of nice days yet - I hope. You
certainly have done a lot of preserving and pickling. Mrs. Baker & I have made a great many
jars of jams & jellies & also some pickles. We’ve had a lot of fun picking the berries.
We put on the awfullest looking old slacks & sweaters etc & maybe we
don’t look like a couple of tramps when we go berry picking.</i></span><span lang="EN-US"><i>Ida & I are sitting here crunching
candies. If there’s anything in that
line around we just can’t seem to leave them alone until they’re finished - we
call it our energy food.</i></span><span lang="EN-US"><i>I was glad to hear the crop is turning out so
good. Threshing is early this year isn’t
it? The girls must be a big help
too. They must take after their sister
Vi for riding horseback.</i></span></blockquote>
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<span lang="EN-US"><i>I had a letter from Edna. She is working for two weeks and then has
found a place to board while she is going to school. I hope she & Annie are getting along fine.</i></span><span lang="EN-US"><i>Gee little Faye must be cute, Aunt Susie. Ida, Max & I thought what you told us
about her taking a bite out of the tomato and putting the eggs on the table
awfully cute. We sure miss wee Dinty
here so much. He was getting to be such
a nice dog & learning so many tricks.</i></span><span lang="EN-US"><i>Well I can’t seem to think of much more to write
now so will stop until this evening & maybe the plane will get in &
I’ll be able to answer any letters I get so until then Bye.</i></span><span lang="EN-US"><i>Hello once more.
It is now 9:30 & I have just finished the front of a ladies
sleeveless sweater (R. Cross knitting) so here goes for a few more lines. Ida is busy making her white skirt over into
a jumper & Max is sound asleep.The plane came in but the mail wasn’t given
out so I don’t know whether we got any mail or not.</i></span><span lang="EN-US"><i> Last
night was our knitting group meeting.
Bev Chute has it this week. We do
have a lot of fun at them & do a lot of R. Cross knitting as well. I had it the week before and next week Mrs.
Whitiker is taking it.</i></span><span lang="EN-US"><i>I haven’t been playing tennis for quite a while.
It won’t be long now until the badminton season starts.<br /> </i></span><span lang="EN-US"><i>You did not say how you like the pictures I sent
or if you sent them on. I hope you got
them ok. Did you see in the paper where
Thelma Barber was married to a MacLelland man.
He also was a teacher in Birtle.<br /> </i></span><span lang="EN-US"><i>I was reading a list of young Manitobans who
received their wings & saw Jack Forman’s name among them. Where is Cliff Pierce now? Did he not join the airforce?</i></span><span lang="EN-US"><i>Well I guess this is all the news I can think of
for this week so I’ll close now with my best love to all.</i></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Additions and corrections to Vi's story are most welcome at ssimms@escape.ca</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The story continues <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.ca/2018/03/vis-story-continued-in-pictures.html" target="_blank">here... </a></span>sharon simmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06169261818373181696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638305159463473081.post-81533930329957665992018-03-28T13:51:00.000-05:002018-03-28T13:51:07.549-05:00Chikaramachi China<span style="font-size: large;">Spring Break from school gives me a chance to spend time looking in second hand stores for treasures. This week, I spotted this pretty cup and was excited to buy it for $1 to complete a set I knew I had at home. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Okay, my memory seemed to be lacking because below is the set that I have that belonged to the Boulton household, either <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.ca/2015/05/merle-cassell-boulton-1925-1959.html" target="_blank">Merle</a> or her mother-in-law <a href="http://ssimms642.blogspot.ca/2014/07/elsie-norah-bushby-boulton-1884-1968.html" target="_blank">Elsie</a>. Also, the set is missing a saucer, not a cup!</span><div>
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It did get me researching this style of china and found the iridescent peach and blue is a hallmark of Chikaramachi from Japan.<br />
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The high gloss glaze used is also called lustreware and the stamp on the bottom dates it somewhere between 1928 and 1946. These cups were made in the same factory as the famous <a href="http://noritakechina.com/" target="_blank">Noritake</a>, perhaps as an apprenticeship program. <br />
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While I was looking in the china cupboard, I took note that this pretty set is missing a saucer as well. </div>
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The maker's mark on this set shows it was made at <a href="http://www.thepotteries.org/allpotters/652.htm" target="_blank">Royal Leighton Ware </a>between 1946 and 1954. It is defined as an earthenware rather than a china and it shows it age with the <a href="http://www.littlevintagecottage.com/2016/05/a-guide-to-crazing-what-is-it-and-is-it.html" target="_blank">crazing </a>inside the cups. The wrinkles of vintage pottery!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">P.S. - Does anybody want that chikaramachi cup??</span></div>
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