Gold Must be Tried by Fire – Part 22
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Gold Must be Tried by Fire – Part 22
Gold Must be Tried by Fire – Part 22
More exciting tales!
Part 21 of Gold Must be Tried by Fire
Alcohol abuse, violence, old drive-in theaters and scary movies from the ’50s. What more could you ask for?
North Burnaby: bewildered student. 1959-1960
After staying a few months at the Sunset Auto Court, we moved to North Burnaby, BC. We rented the lower portion of a house for fifty dollars a month. Upstairs were some people named Hurraide. The house was next to the Lougheed Highway on a dirt road named Greenwood. It was farmland back then, and we had a barn with some chickens, geese, and a wood stove. I’ve been back to try to find it, but it is all so built up that I can’t even recognize the place. I can only make out the slight rise, or hill, on which the old house stood. Down the Lougheed Highway, toward Vancouver, there was the Lougheed Drive-In Theatre, which is long gone now. The Dairyland Milk Company put up a large plant on the property and now that is even gone. Going East on Lougheed, toward…
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Gold Must be Tried by Fire – Part 20
The heartache of a broken family.
INTO THE FIRE: 1958-1970
VANCOUVER: bewildered student. 1958
I was still clueless, but eventually it dawned on me that Ernest McQuary was now going to be my father. He moved us all into the Sunset Auto Court located approximately near the corner of the Grandview Highway and Boundary Road, right on the border of Vancouver and Burnaby. Across the expanse of the big city, a sea of houses, I could see the Roller Coaster at Playland on Hastings Street. Those first few weeks are just a blur to me now. I was so confused and lonely. I don’t know why, but both Sherry and I were given the strap by Ernest. We did something wrong, I guess, I really can’t remember what it was. Sherry was furious.
“He has no right to hit us! He is not our dad.”
“Yes, he does, I answered. He does have the right.”
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A Greyhound bus trip from Trail to Vancouver BC in the ’50s.
Gold Must be Tried by Fire – Part 18
At some point, after getting her driver’s licence, mom began to experience new freedom. We took several trips, just her and us children. One trip was to Alberta where we visited old friends of the Wilsons. Their name was Hurd, and they sang very well together in harmony. One original composition was of a professional quality, and the name of the tune is “This Great Caravan” Dad liked it because it had lots of accidental chords.
This Great Caravan
We are traveling on a trail that is winding
over mountains and through the valleys below
Bubbling springs of pure living water we’re finding
this great caravan keeps on rolling along
Dangers all around lurking in the deep shadows
we will never fear, Christ is always along
He will never refuse to captain our battles
This great caravan keeps on rolling along.
“We will never fear…” ha ha! But I…
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Alberta bound, Alberta bound
It’s good to be Alberta bound
Alberta bound, Alberta bound
It’s good to be Alberta bound
It’s good to be Alberta bound
by Gordon Lightfoot
1937 the jobs had dried up in Saskatchewan, so my grandparents, along with a few friends, packed up and moved to Edmonton, Alberta. The men got jobs right away and so they embarked on the next chapter of their lives. They looked with fondness back on those years in Edmonton. No one had much money and the neighbours all helped each other and got together for fun times. There was a great camaraderie going through the depression together. Gramps worked at Aircraft Repair during the war.
Historic Pictures of Edmonton
Edmonton is a big city now.
My 99-year-old grandmother has tough Swedish roots. She’s still got all her sensibilities and is in good health. I sure hope she can hang in there to make it to her 100th birthday!
Gramma’s parents came from Kansas, but their parents were from Sweden. Both families came over in around 1869 and headed to Olsburg, Kansas where there was a fairly large Swedish population.
Olsburg was founded in 1880. The majority of the settlers were Swedes. I believe it was on the railway line, but later the train stopped going that way. Olsburg’s population is about 200 now. Charles Holm built this house out of sandstone and it still stands in its original site in Olsburg. Charles and his wife Lovissa emigrated from Sweden with two older children in 1868. My great grandfather was born later while they were living in Kansas.
My great grandparents were married 1896 in Westmoreland, Kansas
They had several children in Kansas all of whom died in childhood. After Frank’s parents died, he and two of his brothers moved to Nebraska. I guess Nebraska was good luck for them because the children they had there all survived and lived long healthy lives. My great uncle Eldon worked for Boeing in Seattle. My great aunt Helen lived in California. She and her husband owned a restaurant named Earl’s Restaurant. Tate, Nebraska was another railroad stopping town and the Holm’s had a general store and hotel there.
My Uncle Eldon can tell the story better than I. He wrote it before he passed away.
My maternal grandparents were raised in Wiseton and Dinsmore Saskatchewan. Both of their families, one set from Nebraska and the other set from Ontario, arrived in Saskatchewan expecting to make some good money by farming.
Immigration to the Prairie Provinces from Wikipedia:
In the 18th to 19th century, the only immigration western Canada or Rupert’s Land saw was early French Canadian North West Company fur traders from eastern Canada, and the Scots, English Adventurers and Explorers representing the Hudson’s Bay Company who arrived via Hudson Bay. Canada became a nation in 1867, Rupert’s Land became absorbed into the North-West Territories. To encourage British Columbia to join the confederation, a transcontinental railway was proposed. The railway companies felt it was not feasible to lay track over land where there was no settlement.
Back when the British first came to North America, Canada looked like this:
The fur trading era was declining; as the buffalo population disappeared, so too did the nomadic buffalo hunters, which presented a possibility to increase agricultural settlement. Agricultural possibilities were first expounded by Henry Youle Hind. The Dominion government with the guidance of Clifford Sifton, Minister of the Interior in charge of immigration, (1896–1905) enacted Canada’s homesteading act, the Dominion Lands Act, in 1872.
The borders looked like this in 1870. Saskatchewan is part of the North-West Territories.
An extensive advertising campaign throughout western Europe and Scandinavia brought in a huge wave of immigrants to “The Last, Best West”. (In 1763 Catherine the Great issues Manifesto inviting foreigners to settle in Russia, and in 1862 the United States enacted a Homestead Act inviting immigration to America.) Ethnic or religious groups seeking asylum or independence no longer traveled to Russia or the United States where lands were taken or homestead acts were canceled. The Red River Colony population of Manitoba allowed it to become a province in 1870. In the 1880s less than 1000 non-Aboriginal people resided out west. The government’s immigration policy was a huge success, the North-West Territories grew to a population of 56,446 in 1881 and almost doubled to 98,967 in 1891, and exponentially jumped to 211,649 by 1901.
Ethnic Bloc Settlements dotted the prairies, as language groupings settled together on soil types of the Canadian western prairie similar to agricultural land of their homeland. In this way immigration was successful; new settlements could grow because of common communication and learned agricultural methods.
Canada’s CPR transcontinental railway was finished in 1885. Immigration briefly ceased to the West during the North West Rebellion of 1885. Various investors and companies were involved in the sale of railway (and some non railway) lands. Sifton himself may have been involved as an investor in some of these ventures. Populations of Saskatchewan and Alberta were eligible for provincial status in 1905.
Immigration continued to increase through to the roaring twenties. A mass exodus affected the prairies during the dirty thirties depression years and the prairies have never again regained the impetus of the immigration wave seen in the early 20th century.
My great grandfather Alfred Sharples was one of those people who took out a homestead out in Wiseton, Saskatchewan. He had emigrated from Walton-le-Dale, Lancashire, England with his first wife in 1883. The family sailed on the SS Polynesian from the Allan Line. They left from Liverpool and landed in Halifax, Nova Scotia.
They settled in Brantford, Brant, Ontario and had three daughters.
Sadly, Alfred’s first wife, Lizzie, died in 1905 before they could make the move to Saskatchewan. We don’t know why or how, but Alfred was on his own with three children to raise. Needless to say, he was eager to find a mom for them. Somehow he wound up in the Zephyr Hotel where his next wife was the cook. Her father, William Bennett Foote, was the owner of the hotel. I guess Alfred liked her, Alfretta’s, cooking and decided she would be a good mother to his children. They were married 1907 in Toronto, Ontario.
By the time Alfretta and Alfred were married Alfred already had the farm in Wiseton. He went back and forth between Saskatchewan and Ontario until the land was ready for settling. When my grandfather was born in 1910, he was born in Zephyr or Uxbridge, Ontario. Between 1910 and 1920 they joined Alfred during the summer in Saskatchewan and went back to Zephyr during the winter. Once the farm was ready for the family Alfretta and Floyd joined Alfred in Wiseton full time. The family is living in Wiseton in the 1921 census record. By this time the older daughters were married and gone.
About fourteen kilometers from their farm in Wiseton was the village of Dinsmore where my grandmother was living with her parents. I guess they had some community dances back then and that’s where they met. I’ll tell more about my grandmother in the next post.
I think this will be my last post for ancestors on my father’s side. John Bean is my 7th great-grandfather. He was born in Scotland and came to North America probably 1652 after the Battle of Worcester. He landed in Exeter, New Hampshire and is the progenitor of hundreds of thousands of people including Alan Bean who landed on the moon. So to end off this part of the Canadian chapter I will give you a little history on John Bean.
John Bean of Exeter, New Hampshire was born John MacBean before 1634, in Strathdearn, Inverness-Shire, Scotland. His father was Donald MacBean and his grandfather was Aaron MacBean – b. 1570 in Inverness-Shire. Strathdearn lies about ten miles south of the village of Inverness. These are pictures of Inverness nearby to Strathdearn.
John was one of 272 Scottish Prisoners of War from the Battle of Worcester who arrived in Boston on 2-24-1652 to be sold as indentured workers to pay for the cost of their transportation.
The Battle of Worcester took place on 3 September 1651 at Worcester, England, and was the final battle of the English Civil War. Oliver Cromwell and the Parliamentarians defeated the Royalist, predominantly Scottish, forces of King Charles II. The 16,000 Royalist forces were overwhelmed by the 28,000 strong “New Model Army” of Cromwell.
John d. between 1-24-1718 and 2-18-1718 at Exeter, NH. He is buried in the Church yard of the Congregational Church (Old Meeting House) in Exeter, NH.
Here’s what is written on astronaut Alan Bean’s (my 7th cousin once removed) website:
The official records show that when Apollo 12 flew to the Moon, the crew was Pete Conrad, Dick Gordon, and Alan Bean. That’s true…as far as it goes.
We also represented the hopes and dreams of the scientists and engineers who designed the rockets, spacecraft, and experiments. Our skilled instructors and flight controllers were there, too, as were our families and friends and all the American taxpayers who paid the bill. I found out later that as I stepped on the Moon on the morning of November 19, 1969, I represented my forefathers of the Clan MacBean.
The first mention of the Clan MacBean in Scottish history occurred about A.D. 1300. The word “Bean”, at that time, meant “the lively one”, and the “Mac” signified “the son of Bean”. I think my mother would have agreed, when I was in my twos and threes, that she had a lively one.
The clan flourished in the Scottish highlands. John MacBean brought the clan to the new world, but not by choice. He was in the ranks, fighting for the Scottish King Charles II against Cromwell, the British dictator, at the Battle of Worcester. The Scots lost the battle and John MacBean was deported to Boston as a prisoner, arriving there on February 24, 1652.
John Bean (the ship’s clerk had anglicized his name) was sold as an indentured servant to a sawmill operator in Exeter, New Hampshire. The boss’s daughter quickly fell in love with him and, a short while later, they were married. Pete and Dick have laughed at this story and said, “The gift of great good luck was in the Bean genes even way back then.”
Editor’s note: A widely circulated story claims that Alan placed a piece of MacBean tartan on the Moon. We have the following from Alan, written on 30 April 2005: “As I remember it, I took Clan McBean Tartan to the moon and returned it to Earth. I did not leave any Clan McBean Tartan on the surface. I did, in fact, give a piece of the Tartan to the Clan McBean and also to the St. Bean Chapel in Scotland. And I’ve still got some of it in my possession. I did not, however leave any of it on the moon.”
Here’s how the line goes from me to John Bean of Exeter, New Hampshire:
me- my father – my grandmother, Rose Morrill – my great-grandfather, William Charles Morel – my 2nd great grandmother, Lucy Bean – 3rd great-grandfather, Joseph Bean – 4th great-grandfather, Samuel Bean – 5th great-grandfather, Samuel Bean – 6th great-grandfather, James Bean – 7th great-grandfather, JOHN BEAN of Scotland and Exeter, NH
One of my paternal 9th great grandfathers was John White. This is a little history from his line of the woods.
From the Society of the Descendants of the Founders of Hartford, Connecticut
The Founders of Hartford
Elder John White came in the ship “Lion” which sailed from London, June 22, 1632; arrived at Boston, Sept. 16. Settled in Cambridge, Massachusetts; freeman, March 4, 1633 ; townsman there, Feb., 1635. He sold the greater part of his land in Cambridge before June, 1636, and prob. removed to Hartford with Hooker’s company.
(From the Society of Colonial Wars in the State of Connecticut
1586-1647, Puritan clergyman in the American colonies, chief founder of Hartford, Conn., born in Leicestershire, England. A clergyman, he was ordered to appear before the court of high commission for nonconformist preaching in England and fled (1630) to Holland. In 1633, Hooker immigrated to Massachusetts, where he was pastor at Newtown (now Cambridge). He had a dispute with John Cotton and apparently was discontented with the strict theological rule in Massachusetts. After a group of settlers had been sent ahead in 1635, he and many of his flock moved in 1636 to found Hartford, where he was pastor until his death. Hooker was one of the drafters of the Fundamental Orders (1639), under which Connecticut was long governed and which represent his political views. He also promoted a plan for the New England Confederation.)
He (John White) was one of the original proprietors of Hartford, and his home-lot in 1639 was on the east side of the highway now Governor St., and was about ten rods south of the Little River.
He was chosen townsman, 1642, 1646, 1651, and 1656; he was also frequently a juror. His name is fifth on the list of signers of the agreement to remove to Hadley, Massachusetts, and he was one of the first townsmen chosen there, 1660, and again 1662, 1663, slid 1665 ; he and his wife returned to Hartford, were received to 2d Ch., Hartford, from Hadley, April 9,1671 ; ordained Ruling Elder, March, 1677. He d. Jan. 1683-4.
His wife’s name was Mary Leavitt, and she d. before him.-
Their children were:
i. Mary, m. Jan. 29, 1646, Jonathan Gilbert, of Hartford; d. in 1650.
ii. Nathaniel, b. about 1629 ; one of the original proprietors of Middletown ; deputy from 1661 to 1710, and held otherpublic offices; m. (l) Elizabeth-; d. Aug. 27, 1711, age 82; his 2d wife was Martha, widow of Hugh Mould, and dau. of John Colt, of New London.
iii. John, of Hartford and Hatfield; m. Sarah, dau. of Thomas Bunce, of Hartford ; d. in Hatfield, Sept. 15, 1665.
iv. Lieut. Daniel, b. 1634; settled in Hatfield; m. Nov. 1, 1661, Sarah, dau. of John Crow, of Hartford and Hadley; d. July 27, 1713.
v. Sarah, m. (l) Stephen Taylor, of Hatfield, who was buried Sept. 8, 1665 ; (2) Oct. 15, 1666, Barnabas Hinsdale, of Hatfield and Deerfield ; killed at Bloody Brook, Sept. 18, 1675 ; (3) Feb., 1679, Walter Hickson, of Hatfield. She d. Aug. 10, 1702.
vi. Ensign Jacob, b. in Hartford, Oct. 8,1645; settled in Hartford; freeman, 1668; surveyor of highways, 1670; townsman, 1682, 1687, 1691, 1696; m. before 1683, Elizabeth, dau. of Thomas Bunce, of Hartford; died in 1701.
“This holy man, having faithfully served the Lord in his place, and that also with good success through grace (He was a good man and God was with him), fell asleep in Christ, and went to receive his reward, Jan., 1683-4.”1
Colonial Days of Connecticut from Wikipedia
Dutch fur traders from New Amsterdam, now New York City, set up trade on the site as early as 1623, following Adriaen Block‘s exploration in 1614. The Dutch named their post Fort Goede Hoop or the ‘Hope House’ (Huys de Hoop) and helped expand the New Netherland colony, roughly analogous to the modern-day New York, New Jersey & Connecticut Tri-State Region, to the banks of the Connecticut River. Prior to the Dutch arrival, the Native Americans who inhabited the area had called it Suckiaug. By 1633, Jacob van Curler had added a block house and palisade to the post and New Amsterdam had sent a small garrison and pair of cannons. The fort was abandoned by 1654, but its neighborhood in Hartford is still known as Dutch Point.
The first English settlers arrived in 1635. Pastor Thomas Hooker and Governor John Haynes led 100 settlers with 130 head of cattle in a trek from Newtown (now Cambridge, Massachusetts) in the Massachusetts Bay Colony and started their settlement just north of the Dutch fort. The settlement was originally called Newtown, but was changed to Hartford in 1637 to honor the English town of Hertford the explorer also created the town of Windsor(created in 1633).These towns have been here for over 375 years.
The fledgling colony along the Connecticut River had issues with the authority by which it was to be governed because it was outside of the jurisdiction of the Massachusetts Bay Colony’s charter. Therefore, Thomas Hooker wrote the Fundamental Orders of Connecticut, a document investing the authority to govern with the people, instead of with a higher power. Hooker stated May 31, 1638:
Some historians believe Hooker’s concepts of self-rule were the forerunners of the United States Constitution. The Orders were ratified on January 14, 1639 and were transcribed into the Connecticut Colony records by future Governor Thomas Welles.
Stanstead, Quebec is an eastern township in Quebec where many people all over North America orginate. We call Stanstead the blackhole of genealogy. The records are scant mostly due to fire (1851 census records) and because most of the people who lived there were Protestants. Protestant churches were not well established so there were itinerant pastors who came through to do baptisms, burials and marriages and their records were kept at their parish very often somewhere in Vermont. It’s hit and miss to find any documentation for ancestors who sojourned through the eastern townships.
My father’s family moved out west from Stanstead, Quebec relatively late in the 1940s. My great great grandmother, Laura Jane Kenaston, married my great great grandfather William Wallace Austin and they lived in Vermont before moving into Minton, Stanstead, Quebec where Laura Jane’s parents were living. We can’t find many conclusive records for Laura’s father’s family but we do have very good records for her mother’s family. Her mother’s name was Ethelenday White. She was born in Tunbridge, Orange, Vermont to Simeon White and Eunice Cressy.
William Wallace Austin unfortunately has no paper trail, but DNA tests indicate he is descended most probably from Robert Austin of Rhode Island.
Here’s the trail from me to my 9th great grandfather, John White:
Me, – my father, Ivan Austin, born in Quebec – my grandfather, Percy Austin born in Quebec – my great grandfather, William Joseph Austin born in Quebec – my great great grandfather, William Wallace Austin probably born in Vermont + Laura Jane Kenaston born in Hatley, Stanstead, Quebec
My great, great grandmother, Laura Jane Kenaston- my 3rd great grandmother Ethelenday White born in Vermont, died in Quebec – my 4th great grandfather – Simeon White born in New Hampshire, died in Quebec – my 5th great grandfather, Henry White, born in Connecticut, died in Vermont -my 6th great grandfather, Thomas White – born and died in Connecticut – my 7th great grandfather, Jacob White- born and died in Connecticut – my 8th great grandfather, Nathaniel White- born in England, died in Connecticut- my 9th great grandfather, Elder John White – born in England, died in Connecticut
The bolded parts indicate when and where the movements of the family occurred. The fifth and sixth great grandfathers made moves first from Connecticut to Vermont, New Hampshire and then from those states into Quebec. Of course John White was born in England and died in Connecticut being the first generation to make the move from the old world to the new.
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