tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18033276245512544622024-03-08T15:41:21.430-05:00A Twig In My TreeAlanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821657762290392135noreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803327624551254462.post-57053870974516457432014-01-19T20:57:00.000-05:002014-01-19T20:57:08.110-05:00Abstinence Tour of Robert Marshall (1819-1891) – Journal Entry of 19th October 1839<div class="MsoNormal">
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The day was spent in discussing abstinence with several
individuals, and in making up Bills for my lecture at night - I had a
conversation with Fraser the Publican and with the Parish Teacher, who with a
frankness I have seldom met with again granted me the hall to lecture in. In the evening I went to see the Bridge - the
northern part of it had been taken away by a flood and had been repaired with
wood in a very substantial manner - The children here all call out when they
see me "tee-total" tee-total!"
They little know how I love that name - and what I am ready to undergo
for that cause. I forwarded Bills to
Elgin and Forres. In the evening I
lectured to a very crowded and attentive audience for 2 hours, I got a very
severe cold on coming out of the Hall, into the open air, the night being
frosty - so much so, that when I reached my lodgings, I was unable to speak
audibly - I slept this night in a Mrs. Greggors - she was kind to me and did
everything in her power to make me happy and I was happy here, more so indeed
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<i>Typed by Betty Kay 11<sup>th</sup>
May 1996, from Dan Marshall’s notes of the original journal. Permission to reprint granted by Morris Kay,
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<i>©2014, copyright Alana Farrell</i>Alanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821657762290392135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803327624551254462.post-5352206450954890262014-01-19T20:46:00.001-05:002014-01-19T20:46:59.136-05:0052 Ancestors: #3 - Eliza Hamilton Burnett (1897-1943)<div class="MsoNormal">
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maternal grandmother was Eliza Hamilton Burnett. Unfortunately, I don’t know a lot about my
grandmother as she died when my mom was only 10 years old.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was born July 16, 1897 in Dundee, Scotland.
She was the youngest of six children of John and Helen Leighton
(Marshall) Burnett. At the time of her
birth, the family was living at 36 Carmichael Street in the Hilltown area of Dundee. Her father, John Burnett, was a police
constable for the Dundee police force. At
the time of the 1901 census, Eliza was 3 years old and the family had moved to
37 Stirling Street. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Hilltown
leads up a steep hill from the city centre. It is an older mixed tenement and
industrial part of the City which had many jute mills, which was the main
industry of Dundee in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. It is a true inner city location and is one
of the oldest parts of the city. Until it was sold to Dundee in 1697, Hilltown was
outside the burgh of Dundee’s boundary and had itself been created a burgh of
barony in 1643.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<font-family: 12.0pt="" font-size:="" imes="" new="" quot="" roman="" serif="">When Eliza was 17 years old she had “taken up” with her much
older (26 yrs.) first cousin Robert Burn Marshall, who at that time was still
married to his first wife, Margaret (Weir) Marshall. Robert, at that time, was living at 65 Main
Street, Hilltown, Dundee. When Eliza was
just 18 years old, she gave birth to my Aunt Helene (Nell), in December
1915. Margaret passed away on April 30,
1917 and on July 23, 1917 Robert and Eliza finally married, which was a good
thing as she was pregnant again with my Uncle Dave, who was born that
October. Robert was working as a ticket
writer and Eliza was a housekeeper. They
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Church, which was just across the street from where Robert lived at 65 Main
Street. This was the same church where
Eliza’s parents were married.<o:p></o:p></span>
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Robert (1919-1989), Rachel (1922-2009), Albert Ferrier (1925-1927), Norman
Wilson (1929-1987?), Ludivina Mary (1931) and my mother Rhona MacDonald (1933-2003). The family continued to live at 65 Main
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">When
Eliza became ill, her son in law, William (Harry) Crossman made a death bed
promise to look after her 3 youngest children, Norman, Vina and Rhona, promising
to take them to Canada with him and Nell after the war ended. Only Vina and Rhona ended up going (along
with Harry and Nell) as Norman was to turn 18 and had to remain in Scotland to
serve 2 years mandatory military service.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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father, Robert Allan Farrell, was born on April 26, 1927 in Abernethy,
Saskatchewan, Canada to Robert and Helen “Nellie” (Devlin) Farrell. He was the second oldest boy of their six
children, two of which died in infancy. Unfortunately,
I don’t know a lot about my father as he died when I was only 9 months old.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">When
Allan (as he was known) was 12 years old, he developed juvenile diabetes. Like most children in the area, he attended
the one room Tipperary school where he completed his Grade XI. Unlike his two brothers, Forbes and John
(Jack), Allan did not go into farming but became a mechanic, working for
Greenfield Motors.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">On
January 8, 1951, Allan was initiated into Nanatah Masonic Lodge #53 in
Balcarres, Saskatchewan and was raised a Master Mason on August 13, 1951.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">On
August 15, 1953 Allan married <a href="http://twiginmytree.blogspot.ca/2014/01/52-ancestors-1-rhona-macdonald-marshall.html">Rhona MacDonald Marshall</a> from a neighbouring
farm. In December of that same year
Allan and Rhona welcomed their first child, a daughter named Judy. The following year, in 1954, the little
family moved to Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, where they welcomed two more
daughters, Heather in 1956 and myself (Alana) in 1961.
While living in Moose Jaw, Allan worked as a mechanic at Maccam Motors.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Shortly
after my birth, my father's diabetes took a turn for the worse
and he was hospitalized. It was at that
time that I decided to learn to walk, taking my first steps on his
hospital bed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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buried on his 10<sup>th</sup> wedding anniversary – August 15, 1962. He is buried in Rosedale Cemetery in Moose
Jaw, Saskatchewan, Canada.</span><br />
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Amy Johnson Crow of <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/">No Story Too Small</a> has issued the <a href="http://www.nostorytoosmall.com/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks/">52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge</a>. The premise: write once a week about a specific ancestor. I have been planning to write profiles on my ancestors for awhile and this us definitely the push I needed. The problem - who to start with first. After much thought I decided to begin with the person I know best - my mother.<br />
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MacDonald Marshall was born on February 21, 1933 at the Maternity Hospital in
Dundee, Scotland – the 8<sup>th</sup> child of Robert Burn and Eliza Hamilton
(Burnett) Marshall. She was baptized in
St. Mary Magdalene’s Church in Dundee on March 24, 1933. At the time of her birth, the family was
living at 65 Main Street, Dundee. When
Rhona was just two years old, her father, Robert, died of Chronic Rheumatism of
the heart. After Robert’s death, the
family was to move to </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">50 Glenconnor Drive.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Rhona’s
two oldest brothers, David and Robert and an older sister, Rachel were in the
forces during the Second World War. Her
oldest sister, Helen (Nell), was working to help support the family. During this time, a couple of Canadian
cousins stationed in England came to visit the family in Scotland, bringing a
Canadian soldier friend with them – William Henry (Harry) Crossman. Harry (as he was known) and Rhona’s sister Nell
were to marry in 1942. When Rhona’s
mother Eliza became ill, Harry made a death bed promise to look after the three
youngest children, Norman (who was 14), Vina (who was 12) and Rhona (who was
10). Eliza passed away on March 29, 1943
in Dundee from Carcinoma of the breast and acute gastritis.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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27, 1945, Rhona was Confirmed in St. Ninian’s Mission, in the Diocese of
Brechen, Dundee.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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war ended, Harry returned to Canada to prepare for the arrival of Nell, Norman,
Vina and Rhona. Unfortunately, before
all the paperwork for immigration was complete, Norman turned 18 and was
required to do a mandatory two year military service, forcing him to remain in
Scotland.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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5, 1946 Rhona (then 13), Vina (then 15) and Nell (who was 30 yrs. old and a War
Bride) left Southhampton, England on the Aquitania landing at Pier 1 in
Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada on April 10, 1946.
They then boarded a train for farm life in the small town of Balcarres,
Saskatchewan, Canada.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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time she arrived in Canada until she turned 16 yrs. old, Rhona attended the one
room Tipperary Schoolhouse in Abenethy, Saskatchewan. </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">In her words, “the teacher was not much older
than about 19 – we had some fun as well as lots of hard work to do.” </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">She left school at 16 to work (I believe at
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year before Rhona passed away, she wrote a short bio on herself and described
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“I
leaned to plow the fields, drive the tractor, ride horses. I was not allowed to drive the combine as I
was told it was too big for a 14 year old to ride. I had other chores to do as bring in the
eggs, feed the animals – never learned to milk the cows as every time I did
they would kick the pail over when half full and spill it so I gave up. I loved the farm. I brought in the wood for the fire, ice and
snow in the winter. We had fun as well
as work, we had hay rides and sleigh rides, church suppers, barn dances,
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began dating a young man from a neighbouring farm, John (Jack) Farrell. That relationship didn’t last as Jack started
seeing someone else while working in Toronto.
Rhona then began to be courted by Jack’s older brother Robert (Allan)
Farrell. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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and Allan (as he was known) were married on August 15, 1953 at St. Paul’s
Anglican Church in Balcarres. Allan was
working as a mechanic while Rhona stayed home to look after their first child –
a daughter, Judy, who was born in December of 1953. In 1954, Allan, Rhona and Judy moved to Moose
Jaw, Saskatchewan, where they welcomed the birth of two more girls, Heather
(born in 1956) and Alana (born in 1961).
Life was not easy for Rhona and Allan as Allan suffered from Juvenile
Diabetes. In August 1962, Allan was
admitted to the hospital where he passed away on August 12<sup>th</sup>. He was buried on their 10<sup>th</sup>
wedding anniversary – August 15, 1962.</span></div>
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December 21, 1963, Rhona married for the second time to a family friend,
Douglas Sinclair Kay (Doug was the brother of Rhona’s sister in law, Helen). They were married at St. George’s Anglican
Church in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. A
couple of days after the wedding, Doug, Rhona and the three little girls (Judy –
10, Heather – 8 and Alana – 2) boarded a train to Montreal, Quebec, Canada,
where Doug resided. They were to reside
at 631 Mercille Ave., in St. Lambert, Quebec – downstairs from Doug’s parents,
later moving to their first house at 325 Oak Ave.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Rhona
and Doug (and family) were active members of St. Barnabas Anglican Church in
St. Lambert, where Rhona was a member of the Ladies Evening Guild. She was also very active in the Church’s
Annual Rummage Sale where she “manned” the same station for nearly 40
years. For a time, when the children
were in school, she would look after the children of friends. In later years, she became involved with the
Girl Guides, eventually becoming a Sparks leader. She did volunteer work as a school monitor at
St. Lambert Elementary School in St. Lambert.
She was also an avid crocheter and reader. Doug’s parents, Adam and Clarice Kay, were
members of the Order of the Eastern Star and Rhona was very active in helping
out at the social events beside her mother in law. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Rhona
and Doug finally got to have a honeymoon when Doug took Rhona home to Scotland
in October 1970 – the first time being home since immigrating in 1946.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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became a widow once again when Doug passed away on April 7, 1989 from
complications from Parkinson’s Decease. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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sister, Helen was, at this time, also a member of the Order of the Eastern Star
and encouraged Rhona to once again help out with their social events and anything
else a non-member was allowed to participate in. On September 26, 1991, Rhona finally became a
member of the Order herself, joining St. Lambert Chapter #15 in St. Lambert, Quebec,
later joining Friendship Chapter in Chambly, Quebec. She was a very active member in the Order
right up until her death. She was very
involved in, and was in charge of, one of the Chapter’s charities, the Cancer
Gift Cupboard collecting and making items for the local </span></div>
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hospital that the
Chapter supported, The Brome-Missisquoi Perkins Hospital in Brome, Quebec. When she passed away, a memorial contribution
was made from the hospital’s organizer and Rhona’s name was entered in the
hospital’s Remembrance Book. Rhona loved
the Eastern Star and said: “when I miss a meeting for some reason, I feel as
though I have missed something special.”<o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">In 1998,
Rhona was diagnosed with Ovarian cancer.
After a complete hysterectomy and a round of radiation, she went into
remission. She never let this “blip”
stop her and when well enough, continued with her activities with the church
and the Eastern Star. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">In her little
bio she wrote “I will be 70 years old and feeling fine. Sometimes I feel that I have not done much
then I think well, I have my health and get around – sometimes with a
cane. But other than a stiff leg and the
odd backache, I guess I’m not too bad off.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was eventually forced to slow down when, in April of 2003, she suffered two
strokes. After surgery to remove a
blockage and a month’s stay in a rehabilitation centre, she went to live with
her daughter, Heather. In late August of
2003, however, her cancer returned and she was admitted to the hospital on
Labour Day weekend. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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passed away on September 8, 2003 and is buried at the Jardins Urgel Bourgis
Cemetery in St. Hubert, Quebec.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i>©2014, copyright Alana Farrell</i>Alanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821657762290392135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803327624551254462.post-23955100303897924732014-01-12T20:01:00.001-05:002014-01-12T20:01:28.502-05:00Abstinence Tour of Robert Marshall (1819-1891) – Journal Entry of 18th October 1839<div class="MsoNormal">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQRX9OucAHLI9rD3vL9nNrgxcz9UNwkqvp651Xhlz4_oLBkKZw6mFdp5sjar9bJu4PPgSKX4h3FMM5YihAUcrHkeEZ4qR24LGDa7T7OF3oBdyg7xGu7jy_lgUbV-g6xRkF-dQJO-msyQ/s1600/c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQRX9OucAHLI9rD3vL9nNrgxcz9UNwkqvp651Xhlz4_oLBkKZw6mFdp5sjar9bJu4PPgSKX4h3FMM5YihAUcrHkeEZ4qR24LGDa7T7OF3oBdyg7xGu7jy_lgUbV-g6xRkF-dQJO-msyQ/s200/c.jpg" width="150" /></a>I left Huntly with the defiance for Keith - which I reached
- this was also an exceeding pleasant ride, but it like some of the others
already spoken of, was a silent one - not so the one yesterday. I got a splendid tee-<o:p></o:p></div>
total meeting on the
coach, and an attentive audience. They
were most kind to me at Keith, but they couldn't get up a meeting for me - I
did not insist as I was anxious to proceed.
I accordingly took the mail to Fochabers, where was most kindly treated
by a Mr. Gordon, a Taylor. The Country
is still more beautiful here - nothing that I have seen comes nearly up to it -
the Duke of Richmonds seat sets off the entrance to Fochabers, in a truly grand
stile. The village is lovely beyond
anything I have as yet witnessed, it is a square with an excellent church and
steeple in the midst - the roads that lead out of the village by the north are
if possible the most enchanting than those in the south - here stands the
Bridge of Spey, but as yet I have not examined that superstructure, and
consequently can say nothing particular about it. The Parish Minister, and Schoolmaster here
are both favourable to the cause but as yet are not members - I lectured nearly
3 hours in the evening to between three and four hundred of an audience in the
Society hall which was kindly granted me by the schoolmaster, who is teaching
in it at present, his own school undergoing some repair. The audience was attentive in general -
however I was disturbed much by a publican of the name of Fraser, and a few of
the Duke of Gordon's servants who I understand had got some drink with them -
At the end only one man, he was deaf and dumb - signed the Pledge. I had a conversation with this young man
before the meeting - He was born he informs me at a place called Auld-earn - is
a shoemaker to trade and has been only a few weeks here. Mr. Gordon and his wife are Roman Catholics,
but I never met in with kinder folks in all my life.<br />
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Permission to reprint granted by Morris Kay, 25 June, 2012.</em><em><span style="font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><o:p></o:p></span></em></div>
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<i>©2014, copyright Alana Farrell</i>Alanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821657762290392135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803327624551254462.post-56283003895201126562013-07-08T09:00:00.000-04:002013-07-08T09:00:01.992-04:00Abstinence Tour of Robert Marshall (1819-1891) – Journal Entry of 17th October 1839<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi2HBehPJOWn_zE2RLZvp4sQ2TWcszMcNrNNhLY_vNEYBBMGuQUR1GjfFd_U5v8H2q7KxfV36kF9EHppnnh4KgaBQ9wG3PbxEiEXk0E94y8_tYBFGLFiGLk_N_FqCpRrgu_Tc3Dk_S-kw/s1600/c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi2HBehPJOWn_zE2RLZvp4sQ2TWcszMcNrNNhLY_vNEYBBMGuQUR1GjfFd_U5v8H2q7KxfV36kF9EHppnnh4KgaBQ9wG3PbxEiEXk0E94y8_tYBFGLFiGLk_N_FqCpRrgu_Tc3Dk_S-kw/s200/c.jpg" width="150" /></a><em>
</em>I<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I was delighted with this ride - Strathbogie is beautiful but I have not
time to describe its beauties.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The town
of Huntly is delightfully situated - and excellently planned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was most kindly received here by a Mr.
Andrews, a taylor and clothier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His wife
was particularly kind to me - everything she could conceive would make me
comfortable that she instantly provided.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I had sent bills here and Mr. Maitland had writ to them of my coming.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I lectured in the Hall to a crowded and
attentive audience, about 3 hours and slept in Mr. Andrews.<o:p></o:p><br />
left Inverury with the "Duchess of Gordon" for
Huntly which I reached about 5 in the evening.<br />
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notes of the original journal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Permission to reprint granted by Morris Kay, 25 June, 2012.<span style="font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><o:p></o:p></span></em></div>
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<i>©2013, copyright Alana Farrell</i>Alanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821657762290392135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803327624551254462.post-67405314666031743542013-07-07T09:00:00.000-04:002013-07-07T09:00:04.418-04:00Abstinence Tour of Robert Marshall (1819-1891) – Journal Entry of 16th October 1839<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoyGlnzzxw-wUVbv6GU-p9iD390bEDVfPm98NPYkAlhrTvA5UrPxNGR63HQgGAirMT2B3XQvDI5qvi2rHyls0gk-0d9ZcW0W8m44QOuKCnDT2L-R6cx7_id5AVqz5hcRlm6jfGojNqSk/s1600/c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoyGlnzzxw-wUVbv6GU-p9iD390bEDVfPm98NPYkAlhrTvA5UrPxNGR63HQgGAirMT2B3XQvDI5qvi2rHyls0gk-0d9ZcW0W8m44QOuKCnDT2L-R6cx7_id5AVqz5hcRlm6jfGojNqSk/s200/c.jpg" width="150" /></a><em>
</em>I began seriously to doubt Cummings honesty - he had given
me high hopes of Kintore, as well as Inverury.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He had started a Society at Inverury he said, I only found 3 or 4 who
would acknowledge the principle I could get no Church - there was a sermon in
the Methodists, and they would not give me the Independents.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I got the promise of the working mens Hall
from my kind host, and there I determined to lecture.<o:p></o:p><br />
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I sent the Bellman through the town who called a meeting for
me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A most miserable concern it was not
about 24 were present - but I lectured about 2 hours - 2 names were added.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They have no perserverence here and it will
require two or three more lectures to set the thing a going.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Alanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821657762290392135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803327624551254462.post-50551291878026633562013-07-06T09:00:00.000-04:002013-07-06T09:00:05.163-04:00Abstinence Tour of Robert Marshall (1819-1891) – Journal Entry of 15th October 1839<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoyGlnzzxw-wUVbv6GU-p9iD390bEDVfPm98NPYkAlhrTvA5UrPxNGR63HQgGAirMT2B3XQvDI5qvi2rHyls0gk-0d9ZcW0W8m44QOuKCnDT2L-R6cx7_id5AVqz5hcRlm6jfGojNqSk/s1600/c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoyGlnzzxw-wUVbv6GU-p9iD390bEDVfPm98NPYkAlhrTvA5UrPxNGR63HQgGAirMT2B3XQvDI5qvi2rHyls0gk-0d9ZcW0W8m44QOuKCnDT2L-R6cx7_id5AVqz5hcRlm6jfGojNqSk/s200/c.jpg" width="150" /></a><em>
</em>I left Kintore for Inverury by the Canal Boat. I was not
aware that this day was a Market in Inv<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Had I been so I would have stayed at Kintore - I would have got the
Methodist Chapel, but there were other meetings in the place, and I gave up the
idea of lecturing till next day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This
was out of my power to remedy it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
lodged with a Mr. Duchar(?) who is very kind to me.<o:p></o:p><br />
erury.<br />
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notes of the original journal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Permission to reprint granted by Morris Kay, 25 June, 2012.<span style="font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><o:p></o:p></span></em></div>
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<i>©2013, copyright Alana Farrell</i>Alanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821657762290392135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803327624551254462.post-22351185594483494072013-07-05T09:00:00.000-04:002013-07-05T09:00:06.780-04:00Abstinence Tour of Robert Marshall (1819-1891) – Journal Entry of 14th October 1839<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoyGlnzzxw-wUVbv6GU-p9iD390bEDVfPm98NPYkAlhrTvA5UrPxNGR63HQgGAirMT2B3XQvDI5qvi2rHyls0gk-0d9ZcW0W8m44QOuKCnDT2L-R6cx7_id5AVqz5hcRlm6jfGojNqSk/s1600/c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoyGlnzzxw-wUVbv6GU-p9iD390bEDVfPm98NPYkAlhrTvA5UrPxNGR63HQgGAirMT2B3XQvDI5qvi2rHyls0gk-0d9ZcW0W8m44QOuKCnDT2L-R6cx7_id5AVqz5hcRlm6jfGojNqSk/s200/c.jpg" width="150" /></a><em>
</em>I left Aberdeen about 7 a.m. was conducted by my kind friend
Mr. McDonald to the fly(?) boat for Kintore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I was loudly cheered as I passed Printfield and Buxburn by old and young
who came running to see me - I reached Kintore about half past l0, lodged in a
Mrs. Watts who with her family were very kind to me - went to the Balie(?) -
got the Town Hall from him to lecture in - tolled the Town Bell and got the
Hall crammed with men and women.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
novelty of the thing had brought so many together, Cumming had praised the
place much, but it hardly deserves it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
could not start a Society, but I feel confident that another lecture will do
it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Five of six boys included signed the
Pledge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was evidently a deep
impression left - May God grant it may be productive of good.<o:p></o:p><br />
<o:p></o:p><br />
<em>Typed by Betty Kay 11th May 1996, from Dan Marshall`s
notes of the original journal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Permission to reprint granted by Morris Kay, 25 June, 2012.<span style="font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><o:p></o:p></span></em><br />
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<i>©2013, copyright Alana Farrell</i>Alanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821657762290392135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803327624551254462.post-32410103493000068552013-07-04T09:00:00.000-04:002013-07-04T09:00:00.171-04:00Abstinence Tour of Robert Marshall (1819-1891) – Journal Entry of 13th October 1839<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVUag3n-9Rv6kTfazoXLWmb87pxejsU-0kRuB2XJYfp-ZiY00stIAV658UmXvdiwiT0MusewvTHvugf0A_quz7YpaUofW6zHAHajG8-r425aHeJStVAZjM8JboFP76oAlHyp3h8pf9xB4/s1600/c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVUag3n-9Rv6kTfazoXLWmb87pxejsU-0kRuB2XJYfp-ZiY00stIAV658UmXvdiwiT0MusewvTHvugf0A_quz7YpaUofW6zHAHajG8-r425aHeJStVAZjM8JboFP76oAlHyp3h8pf9xB4/s200/c.jpg" width="150" /></a>Being rather unwell I did not get up till the day was well
advanced, when two of the Committee <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I afterwards went to a Prayer
meeting and delivered an address on abstinence.<o:p></o:p><br />
waited on me, to request me to hold a
meeting at the Cross - there could not be less that 3000 of a most attentive
audience - I selected Prov 20.l as text and gave an address of nearly an hours
length from it - Cumming made a few remarks - I was completely exhausted, but I
went to the Independent Chapel in George Street and heard an excellent Sermon
on behalf of the Glasgow Theological Society or rather Academy from Dr. Russel
of Dundee.<br />
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<em>Typed by Betty Kay 11th May 1996, from Dan Marshall`s
notes of the original journal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Permission to reprint granted by Morris Kay, 25 June, 2012.<span style="font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><o:p></o:p></span></em></div>
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</em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx4ecrXDoaCmdUxxbg-8-Y3eluJV_Gfoe3B_A44-Y-8Nbz6jaw6x-kKfF7BWi-mi1Twy6R1SrZGN4O0baRRwypCBW1Q-DyWWklWmK78_HCVQxuxXi7Kly_RC27HsgncafAEx_P4n18vQI/s1600/c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><em><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx4ecrXDoaCmdUxxbg-8-Y3eluJV_Gfoe3B_A44-Y-8Nbz6jaw6x-kKfF7BWi-mi1Twy6R1SrZGN4O0baRRwypCBW1Q-DyWWklWmK78_HCVQxuxXi7Kly_RC27HsgncafAEx_P4n18vQI/s200/c.jpg" width="150" /></em></a>I was more exhaused last night that I had ever been at any
meeting - exceedingly tired.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I never
went out of the Hotel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Cumming kept me
company - in the course of the day I conversed with two confirmed drunkards,
and got them to sign the Pledge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the
evening I attended the Convivial meeting in the Hall - it was crowded to
suffocation but<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I must confess I was not
pleased with it - it was too formal and had too much of the theatrical for me.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
After the meeting I had a conversation with a Printer, who
showed me a very old edition of the Bible. It belonged to the poet Cowper, and
had been purchased in Rome.<br />
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<em>Typed by Betty Kay 11th May 1996, from Dan Marshall`s
notes of the original journal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Permission to reprint granted by Morris Kay, 25 June, 2012.<span style="font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><o:p></o:p></span></em></div>
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friends, getting my Bills from the printers, and making arrangements for my
departure on Monday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I came to the
resolution of going North and as there is no Society at Kintore there I
resolved to take up my abode.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
accordingly dispatched a letter to that quarter and also a parcel of bills to
Inverary.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had forgot to mention that
yesterday I was introduced by my landlord to Mr. I Cumming King of the
Tee-totalers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had heard a good deal of
this gentleman, especially about Montrose and I had nowise a favourable idea of
him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The appearance of the man however
and his behaviour fully warrant me in saying that he has the cause at
heart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What his abilities as a lecturer
are, I cannot say.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So far as I know or
can learn, he is nowise admirably suited for cities and towns, but I have this
merely from report.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One thing is
certain, that he has done a vast deal of good to the cause and that he is a
most agreable companion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I took a turn
with him round the shore when returning we saw a very beautiful woman in a
state of beastly intoxication carried away to the Police Office.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was to me another call to
persevere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>About 7 o'clock in the
evening I along with Mr. Cumming set out for Woodside at Printfield, a village
of considerable size about 2 miles to the North of Aberdeen.<o:p></o:p><br />
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The evening was a little wet, but as we could not help that
we never minded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We took no thought to
ask for the name of person into whose house we might go, when we reached
Printfield, before we came away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Being
too soon we had to walk about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
village is of considerable length, it has only one main street.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At its north end the King and I sat down on a
dike at the side of the canal, we saw great crowds passing on to the chapel
where I was to lecture, we followed up and entered the vestry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was an independent chapel of considerable
size.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By request I mounted the pulpit -
the first time I was ever in a pulpit - the house was crowded - the galleries
were crammed to suffocation - the passages were completely blocked up, and the
murmuring sound at the door, told me that there must have been an immense crowd
there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The services were commenced by
singing a hymn on temperence after which I engaged in prayer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I opened my lecture by giving the usual
challenge for discussion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I lectured, and
the sweat dripping from me on account of the heat - for about 2 hours, and I do
not think I ever gave a better lecture.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was almost all ex tempore, but I had the feelings of my audience,
completely at my control - this was evident at every two, or three sentences by
the immense ruffing clapping and cheering which I actually believed would bring
down the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But the proof of the
pudding is in the pree'in o't and the effect of my lecture will be best known
from the feelings produced by it - as usual I concluded the meeting with prayer
and stated that names of those who were wishing to become members would be
taken in the vestry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I made for that
room as fast as I could, it was crowded - but I did not enter in - while the
people were passing the door, there stood I catching as many as I could and
shoving in with perfect glee - I caught no less than 36 - mostly females -
surely I made a very curious appearance with 2 females one in each arm
relieving one by getting room for her in the vestry, but I supplied her place
speedily - I lost a great deal in spite of my endeavours however, for some went
off because they could not have time to stay, and others because all the
tickets were sold.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Altogether this is
the best meeting I have had, for what with the smiles of the fair who I believe
I have been the means of putting almost mad on the subject, the acknowledgment
of reformed drunkards, and the blessing of all, I was perfectly delighted.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A publican in the neighbourhood who has not sold less that
£l6 worth of intoxicating liquor a week for 26 years past, this week only sold
£4 worth, and he blames me for the whole - they were most extraordinarly
drunkards here, but I trust in God that that cure which has been almost
universally adopted will be persevered in.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<em>Typed
by Betty Kay 11th May 1996, from Dan Marshall`s notes of the original
journal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Permission to reprint granted
by Morris Kay, 25 June, 2012.</em><br />
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Bills for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Employed the greater part
of the day in study - had conversation with Mr. Gordon, treasurer of the
Society.<br />
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In the evening I delivered a lecture in the Rev. Myles
Templeton and Sedgwicks Chapel, Belmont Street, to about 300 of an attentive
audience.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Eight names were added when
the lecture was over.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<em>Typed by Betty Kay 11th May 1996, from Dan Marshall`s
notes of the original journal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Permission to reprint granted by Morris Kay, 25 June, 2012.<span style="font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><o:p></o:p></span></em></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONioN2ZIniupXUUa_hVNHzA-3gBLM-ewi8_f0_Ai0sV4XbtmVQh3iQdhFLYYtWAhKK5aecKj_1hpQuGY4E_oPkihjTLFQPZfB3fsBNKhNPo2MomZcV5J-zBzJlDnDfTSEDxmpn2Q_dGw/s1600/c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONioN2ZIniupXUUa_hVNHzA-3gBLM-ewi8_f0_Ai0sV4XbtmVQh3iQdhFLYYtWAhKK5aecKj_1hpQuGY4E_oPkihjTLFQPZfB3fsBNKhNPo2MomZcV5J-zBzJlDnDfTSEDxmpn2Q_dGw/s200/c.jpg" width="150" /></a>8th October 1839<o:p></o:p></div>
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I took a walk through the city and observed in all corners
Bills announcing my lecture, and adding "Mr. M. invites
discussion".<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the evening I lectured
to a very crowded assembly for about two hours.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Several names were added to the Society when the lecture was over.<o:p></o:p></div>
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9th October 1839<o:p></o:p></div>
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I spent a considerable part of the day in walking through
the city.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I observed Bills had been
printed and circulated for my lecture in the evening which was to be at a place
of the name of Buxburn, about 3 or 4 miles distant to the north.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>About 6 p.m. I went to the omnibus office,
but it was closed(?) and as the meeting was advertised to take place at 7
o'clock there was no help for it but to hire a gig, which I did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mr. Morrison went along with me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was a large meeting in a grainery
loft.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I lectured about 2 hours.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They are a kind but uncultured class here, so
much so that they kept on their hats and bonnets during the whole of the
lecture.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>34 names were added, however,
which is proof sufficient that the lectures tell on them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I reached Aberdeen about half past ten.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<em>Typed
by Betty Kay 11th May 1996, from Dan Marshall`s notes of the original
journal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Permission to reprint granted
by Morris Kay, 25 June, 2012.</em>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">March 10<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> – <em>What role did religion play in your
family?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How did your female ancestors
practice their faith?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If they did not,
why didn’t they?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Did you have any female
ancestors who served their churches in some capacity?<o:p></o:p></em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In most of my research of my mother’s family, I have learned that they
all belonged to the Presbyterian church, which is quite common in Scotland.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Somewhere along the lines though, they
switched to the Church of England (Anglican).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>On my father’s side, my paternal grandmother (Helen <em>Devlin</em> Farrell) was also Presbyterian whereas
my paternal grandfather’s (Robert Farrell) family were all Church of Ireland (which is also
Anglican).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although they all had
religious ceremonies at their weddings, I’m not sure how involved they were.
However, I do know that my paternal grandparents were quite involved in their church.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3oHcey4d2uFBWIbnV8GOpOcvjoakq1LGK1SfHmbkPjGVJrUyGgdxwV4BiJC91Potk4hxwsCFMDdboxh0IrM80AL3hIpBxqrBlxcgNFqcvZO88Q_9rQ64FFS8QdVwQB77QLpgeXTKR3II/s1600/Rhona+MacDonald+Marshall+Confirmation+Certificate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3oHcey4d2uFBWIbnV8GOpOcvjoakq1LGK1SfHmbkPjGVJrUyGgdxwV4BiJC91Potk4hxwsCFMDdboxh0IrM80AL3hIpBxqrBlxcgNFqcvZO88Q_9rQ64FFS8QdVwQB77QLpgeXTKR3II/s200/Rhona+MacDonald+Marshall+Confirmation+Certificate.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My mother was baptized at <a href="http://www.stmarymagdalenesdundee.org.uk/">St. Mary Magdalene's Anglican Church</a> in Dundee, Scotland and took her Confirmation
at <a href="http://www.stniniansmidcraigie.btck.co.uk/">St. Ninian’s Mission</a> in Dundee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Her first marriage was in St. Paul's Anglican Church in Balcarres, Saskatchewan, Canada which </span>her second marriage was in St. George's Anglican Church in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, Canada, which is now closed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span> </div>
<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">My mom
was very involved in our church, <a href="http://st-barnabaschurch.com.p8.hostingprod.com/">St. Barnabas Anglican Church</a> in St. Lambert,
Quebec.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She belonged to the Women’s
Afternoon Guild, the Women’s Evening Guild and worked every year at the winter bazaar
and the church rummage sale.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She passed
on this willingness to serve to my sisters and I.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We all went to Sunday school, and sang in the
Church choir.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I served as an Altar Girl,
taught Sunday school and set up a children’s library.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although my oldest sister and I are not as
involved anymore, my other sister is still very involved in the same church.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">March 7<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> – <em>Share a favourite recipe from your mother or
grandmother’s kitchen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why is this dish
your favourite? If you don’t have one that’s been passed down, describe a favourite
holiday or other meal you shared with your family.<o:p></o:p></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The one recipe that I remember most was my mom’s fried chicken.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Actually, there really wasn’t a written
recipe per se.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All she did was crush up
a box of saltine crackers, dip the chicken drumsticks in a mixture of milk and egg,
coat the chicken in the crackers and deep fry them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I always hung around when she made this
chicken because when she wasn’t looking I would pick out all the little fried
chicken crumbs from the pan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This wasn’t
exactly the healthiest of foods, but it sure was good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She always made her fried chicken to take on
picnics to the beach or when we would go on a long train rides.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was delicious served cold with potato
salad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yum!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ve tried a few times to make her chicken but somehow it just didn’t
taste the same.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have since given up as
I very rarely eat anything deep fried anymore but I sure do miss it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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they meet?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’ve documented marriages,
now, go back a bit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do you know the
story of how yours parents met?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your
grandparents?<o:p></o:p></em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My mom and dad lived on neighbouring farms in Balcarres,
Saskatchewan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s a small enough place
where everyone knows everyone!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My dad
was the second son and was six years older than my mom, however he was not my
mom’s first choice!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was actually
dating my dad’s younger brother, Jack who was closer to her in age.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Times were tough on the farms during winter
and so a lot of the young folks would go elsewhere to find work, often
Toronto.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is what Jack did one
winter and while in Toronto he met someone else and dumped my mom!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t know how long it was after that that
my mom started dating my dad, but they did and they were married on August 15,
1953.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As I’ve written in a previous <a href="http://twiginmytree.blogspot.ca/2010/02/robert-burn-marshall-1871-1935-part-2.html">post</a>,
my mom’s parents (Robert Burn Marshall and Eliza Hamilton Burnett) were first
cousins.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m not sure exactly when they
first met but it couldn’t have been long after Robert’s first wife, Margaret
died in 1914.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After Robert and
Margaret’s youngest child died in 1902, they returned to Dundee from
Glasgow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Robert’s grandfather (another
Robert Marshall) and Aunt and Uncle (Helen Marshall Burnett and John Burnett)
were also living in Dundee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Eliza was 17
yrs. old to his 43 yrs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Their first
child (my mom’s oldest sister) was born in Dec. 1915 and they finally married
in July of 1917.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’m not totally sure yet how my great grandfather, David Fenton
Marshall met my great grandmother, Rachel Wyse Hume – all I have right now are
my own assumptions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 1861 at the age
of 14, David was boarding with an Aunt in Edinburgh and was working as a
stationer’s apprentice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rachel’s father,
Hugh Hume, was a bookbinder in Edinburgh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It is entirely possible that 1) David was Hugh’s apprentice or 2) became
acquainted with the Hume’s through that business.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>David and Rachel did eventually meet and were
married on August 12, 1870.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My great-great grandparents (Robert Marshall and Ann Kynoch) met in
1839 during the time Robert was touring the North of Scotland preaching
abstinence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They met when Robert
billeted with Ann’s family when he stopped in Elgin, Morayshire for one of his
lectures.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When he was getting ready to
leave, he couldn’t find his walking stick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Ann’s mother loaned him an umbrella instead, claiming this would be a
good reason for him to return (which he did).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I believe it was after this second visit that a romance blossomed
between Robert and Ann and they began to correspond with each other and they
were eventually married on September 26, 1841.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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for my paternal side, I haven’t yet uncovered the stories of how they all met.</span></div>
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<i>©2013, copyright Alana Farrell</i>Alanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821657762290392135noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803327624551254462.post-6182004506311660822013-03-10T17:43:00.000-04:002013-03-10T17:43:11.261-04:00Fearless Females – Bells Will be Ringing (Wedding Bells that is)<span style="font-family: Calibri;">March 4<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> – <em>Do you
have marriage records for your grandparents or great-grandparents?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Write a post about where they were married
and when.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Any family stories about the
wedding day?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Post a photo too if you
have one.<o:p></o:p></em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have been fortunate in that I have found marriage records for all up
to my great-great grandparents on both sides of my family, with the exception
of my paternal grandparents.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This I have
to say is due to the excellent records kept by Scotland’s People.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even with the Irish side I have been
lucky.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although I don’t have the actual
certificates or registrations for the Irish records, I do have transcripts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think this is in part due to the fact that
my family comes from Northern Ireland and a lot of the BMD records were either
kept at the church level or sent to the records office in Belfast and not
Dublin.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Maternal Great Great Grandparents Robert Marshall - Anne Kynock Marriage (1841)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Maternal Great Grandparents David Fenton Marshall - Rachel Wyse Hume Marriage (1870)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Maternal Grandparents Robert Burn Marshall - Eliza Hamilton Burnett Marriage (1917)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Paternal Great Great Grandparents William Farrell - Eliza Peters Marriage (1856)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Paternal Great Grandparents William Forbes Farrell - Elizabeth Jane Maze Marriage (1894)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Parents Robert Allan Farrell - Rhonal MacDonald Marshall Marriage (1953)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Mother and Stepfather Douglas Sinclair Kay - Rhonal MacDonald Farrell Marriage (1963)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Parents on their wedding day (April 15, 1953)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My mother and Stepfather on their wedding day (December 21, 1963)</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">The only story that I have been told about was during my mother and step-father's wedding. I have previously told this story and it can be found <a href="http://twiginmytree.blogspot.ca/2009/02/youre-going-where-without-me.html">here</a>.</span><br />
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<i>©2013, copyright Alana Farrell</i>Alanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821657762290392135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803327624551254462.post-48809354056660065062013-03-10T16:16:00.001-04:002013-03-10T16:16:58.953-04:00Fearless Females – What’s In a Name
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">March 3<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">rd</span></sup> – <em>Do you
share a first name with one of your female ancestors?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Perhaps you were named for your
great-grandmother, or your name follows a particular naming pattern.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If not, then list the most unique or unusual
female first name you’ve come across in your family tree.<o:p></o:p></em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well, I have to say that I am unique in that I am the only person in
all of my family tree, both maternal and paternal, to have my name.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I was given the name Alana back in the
beginning of the 1960’s, it was not very common and I used to always think it a
strange name.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It stills amazes me when
total strangers say how pretty my name is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>In fact, the lady in the cafeteria at work just complemented me on
it!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Today however, Alana is a very
common name.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have seen it spelled many ways, from Alana, Alanna, Allanna,
Alannah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My name was supposed to be
spelled Alanna but my mother never doubled checked the spelling on my birth
registration, which has it as Alana.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
actually only noticed the error when I had to get my first passport when I was
11 yrs old and had to send away for my birth certificate, but I and everyone
else continued to spell it with two “N’s”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It wasn’t until I had to get my Social Insurance Card and went for my
driver’s licence, that I was forced to adopt the legal spelling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And how did my parents choose this name, you ask?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, my mom always said that she had had a
crush on the actor, Alan Ladd back in the 1950’s (have to admit, he was a
handsome devil!)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 1960, the movie
“Guns of the Timberland” was released.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Alan Ladd’s daughter had a part in this movie and her name was, you
guessed it, Alana!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I, on the other hand, like to tell people that I was named after my
father, Allan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s my story and I’m
sticking to it!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">As
for the most unique or unusual female first names I’ve come across in my family
tree, I’ve so far found two.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One of my
great great grandfather’s granddaughters was named Hughena, after her
grandfather, Hugh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The other unique name
is my aunt’s name – Ludivina, but she goes by Vina.</span></div>
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<i>©2013, copyright Alana Farrell</i>Alanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821657762290392135noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803327624551254462.post-42358771792910957322013-03-10T16:10:00.000-04:002013-03-10T16:10:05.004-04:00Fearless Females – En Vogue!
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">March 2<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">nd</span></sup> – <em>Post a
photo of one of your female ancestors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Who is in the photo?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When was it
taken?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why did you select this photo?<o:p></o:p></em></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVzFCn6mFGJxmcXeQtXUXzlHpWRMLn2XnuSoRgofnr-q2_747dp6mIQCQfv0_sc_RsHRtJh88N9shQuZqzZ9IYM68Lt2CsaN74oK1zE93XaTO2ozhtF2ESxMpRVQzTovqA72gJItbMeFs/s1600/Grandma+Marshall+&+Rhona+with+Auntie+Emily+(Burnett).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVzFCn6mFGJxmcXeQtXUXzlHpWRMLn2XnuSoRgofnr-q2_747dp6mIQCQfv0_sc_RsHRtJh88N9shQuZqzZ9IYM68Lt2CsaN74oK1zE93XaTO2ozhtF2ESxMpRVQzTovqA72gJItbMeFs/s200/Grandma+Marshall+&+Rhona+with+Auntie+Emily+(Burnett).jpg" width="137" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This is a photo of my maternal grandmother, Eliza (Burnett) Marshall (behind
the baby carriage) and her sister-in-law, Amelia (Grewer) Marshall – or Emile
as she called.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Since my mother is the
wee baby in this photo, this picture must have been taken in the Spring of
1933.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ve always liked this picture for some reason.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It could be the style of clothes, which I
love.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It could also be that this is the
only picture of my grandmother where she is actually smiling!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although I never met my grandmother, I have
met my great Auntie Emile when I was 11 yrs. old.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She took a shine to me because she said that
I reminded her of my mother when she was that age.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i>©201</i><i>3, copyright Alana Farrell</i>Alanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821657762290392135noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803327624551254462.post-45796908810680377342013-03-09T15:45:00.000-05:002013-03-09T15:45:00.582-05:00Fearless Females – My Favourite Female Ancestor<em>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">March 1<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">st</span></sup> – Do you
have a favourite female ancestor?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One
you are drawn to or want to learn more about?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Write down some key facts you have already learned or what you would
like to learn and outline your goals and potential sources you plan to check.<o:p></o:p></span></em><br />
<em>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjDoYuo99TyTw4GiTZiHtzf2bQEInX3OVUKAmgz2_LQjctHs3i-jCjCMHAvwtlrEzJ7kKh3HHtnHMRjmBBmJmdGeJmVBE38XdZmRvHFDV8WNKbChJ6fgxK5OYkACf-lKA9gj7yQphwZc8/s1600/Helen+(Nellie)+Devlin+Farrell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjDoYuo99TyTw4GiTZiHtzf2bQEInX3OVUKAmgz2_LQjctHs3i-jCjCMHAvwtlrEzJ7kKh3HHtnHMRjmBBmJmdGeJmVBE38XdZmRvHFDV8WNKbChJ6fgxK5OYkACf-lKA9gj7yQphwZc8/s200/Helen+(Nellie)+Devlin+Farrell.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Although I have many female ancestors that I love researching (my
mother being my all time favourite), I would have to say that the one that I have
been drawn to most over the past year, is my paternal grandmother, Helen
“Nellie” (Devlin) Farrell.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was 18 yrs.
old when my grandmother passed away, but maybe about 13 or 14 yrs. old the last
time I saw her (she lived in Balcarres, Saskatchewan and I lived in Montreal,
Quebec.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After my father passed away and
my mother re-married and we moved to Quebec, we didn’t get to see my
grandparents that often while growing up.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Because we lived so far away, I didn’t know my grandmother very well
(and of course, when I was younger, I really wasn’t into knowing “where I came
from”).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A couple of years ago, I started
researching my father’s side of the family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I have a book about the history of Balcarres called "<em>Furrows in Time, A History of Balcarres and District</em>", which includes a brief
write up of all the families that lived there, that was produced in 1987.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My Aunt Cathy (now deceased)
provided a few details, but no dates or anything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I contacted my last living Aunt on my father’s
side (my father’s sister) for a bit of help.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She told me a few things about my grandmother, one in particular that
quite surprised me and was kept secret from all the family until a good 10
years after my grandmother’s passing – she had a couple of children out of
wedlock before immigrating to Canada, leaving these children behind (you can
read about this conversation <a href="http://twiginmytree.blogspot.ca/2009/06/madness-monday-family-secrets.html">here</a>).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
guess because I have a child and have never married, I felt I could somehow
relate to her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’m not going to go into too much detail on my grandmother in this post
as I want to eventually write a mini bio on her in another post.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, some of the things that I have
learned so far are:</span></div>
<ul>
<li><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Her correct birth date and where she was born<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Her parents names<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I learned that she had 3 illegitimate children before she immigrated to Canada (one died at 4 months old)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">When she immigrated to Canada<o:p></o:p></span></li>
</ul>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Things that I still need to research are:</span><br />
<ul>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The exact date of her marriage to my grandfather (Robert Farrell).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have a fair idea based on when she immigrated and when their first child was born.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
</li>
<li><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Where exactly they were married (I have been told it was in Govan, Saskatchewan but I need to find proof of this)</span></li>
<li><div style="text-align: left;">
N<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">ame and birth/death dates on one of the children born in Scotland</span></div>
</li>
</ul>
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Alanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821657762290392135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803327624551254462.post-35849440425934054342013-03-09T15:07:00.000-05:002013-03-09T15:07:14.722-05:00Fearless Females and Women’s History Month
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">March is National Women’s History Month in the United States and for
the fourth year in a row, Lisa Alzo of <a href="http://www.theaccidentalgenealogist.com/">The Accidental Genealogist</a> has created
31 blogging Prompts for each day of the month of March (please see <a href="http://www.theaccidentalgenealogist.com/2013/02/back-for-fourth-year-fearless-females.html">here</a> for
further details) called Fearless Females. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m a few days late in joining in, but will
start from the beginning and hopefully will be caught up by the end of the
weekend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t promise to blog on each
of the prompts, but will do as many as possible.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Just a side note from me as a Canadian, Women’s History Month in Canada
is actually celebrated in October and was designated as such in 1992, with the
highlight being Person’s Day on October 18<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>October was selected because of the
historical significance of the “Persons Case” decision of 1929, a landmark
victory in the struggle of Canadian women for equality.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i>©2013, copyright Alana Farrell</i>Alanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821657762290392135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803327624551254462.post-34806412244932965042013-01-06T14:21:00.001-05:002013-01-06T14:21:45.665-05:00Abstinence Tour of Robert Marshall (1819-1891) – Journal Entry of 6th and 7th October 1839<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixxoVItXAoh5aGn1Rg2yTFX3WYcX2NZ_zrvjWWwIYZU0TAvqgyafiKfrOp65S3_XiR0_PXbqwWIYFYCefpTVqAqzzkwDY-7TrD9w6Pz-BRdhRUU5NPDZpsY-lVlWuW0b7DJh5vd74yc7g/s1600/c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixxoVItXAoh5aGn1Rg2yTFX3WYcX2NZ_zrvjWWwIYZU0TAvqgyafiKfrOp65S3_XiR0_PXbqwWIYFYCefpTVqAqzzkwDY-7TrD9w6Pz-BRdhRUU5NPDZpsY-lVlWuW0b7DJh5vd74yc7g/s200/c.jpg" width="150" /></a>6th October l839<o:p></o:p><br />
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This day being Sabbath I attended divine service in the
Parish Church of Dunnottar (Rev. Mr. Irvine).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I attended a Sabbath School in the evening, and was highly pleased with
the order that was kept.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The manner of
teaching was that generally pursued viz. dividing the school into small
classes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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7th October l839<o:p></o:p></div>
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This day being my birthday I spent a considerable time in
reflections, which time prevents me from inserting.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was much pleased with my visit to Stonehaven.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Society has only been 2 months in
existence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is increasing
rapidly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Being almost exclusively
conducted by young men.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was
particularly delighted with it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I made a
friend of a young man of the name of Andrew Gibb, whom I conceive to be a very
remarkable person, and one too who I believe will one day be ranked high among
the artisans of our country.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He engraves
on steel admirably, although he never was with a master.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He paints landscape with wonderful
exactness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He is at present employed in
cutting plates for a series of views of Stonehaven.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This work is to be published in 3 nos, each
containing 3 views at 9d a no.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is a
bold attempt I hope he will succeed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I took the coach for Aberdeen in the morning which reached
very cold having rode on the outside, about l0 a.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I took up my quarters in the Temperance Hotel
kept by a Mr. Morrison, Queen Street.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
is a splendid house with a coffee room, bedrooms for lodgers and a tee-total
hall above, all first rate in their kind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>In the afternoon I had a conversation with the Sec. and some of the
committee who received me very kindly, and invited me to a meeting in the hall
in the evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I may here relate an
anecdote which should have come before this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When I alighted from the coach, at Stonehaven I asked for Mr. Rankin(?)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A lame man at whom I asked said "O man,
I'm no muckle acquaint in that way"<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>(He meant the tee-total way) for its against my religion but ye may cam
away and I'll let ye see for a that"<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>On enquiry I afterwards found that the individual with whom I had this
conversation, had two years ago while in a state of intoxication, got in about
the Mail and got his leg broke and that it is not nearly right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could not help thinking that this man was
but very little indebted to his religion, and that a religion which brakes
folks legs, is hardly worth support.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I sounded a gentleman in the hotel on the subject.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He approved he said of our principles, but he
thought they, so long as they were advocated as they now<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>were, would lead to infidelity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had heard a tee-totaller say, if the Bible
advocated anti-tee-total principles he would not believe it, and he was very
happy that so many clergymen were standing back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of course I gave him my opinion without much
ado.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was silent but whether because
he could not answer or through disdain I cannot say.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I delivered a speech of l 1/2 hours length in the Hall,
Queen Street to a large audience.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When
the meeting was through I learned that the gentleman with whom I had the
conversation already related was a clegryman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I was sorry I did not tell him more. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<em>Typed
by Betty Kay 11th May 1996, from Dan Marshall`s notes of the original
journal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Permission to reprint granted
by Morris Kay, 25 June, 2012.</em></div>
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<i>©2013, copyright Alana Farrell</i>Alanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821657762290392135noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803327624551254462.post-63174391667424583752012-11-18T18:34:00.001-05:002012-11-18T18:34:33.743-05:00Abstinence Tour of Robert Marshall (1819-1891) – Journal Entry of 4th and 5th October 1839<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUlWHmiXxk9uWtEqaAtfw9_Mmat9SZ5tAkWCPq4hfPN1PLViJ-J6gdz8qz8TC6mCyv-i-HUBvg2yRgWTS1UTBLLz3SWy7XyXTjH6DCFB17BK1V2Zojy1ejlsMZcKlpbwwdkYF_Mydqaw/s1600/c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUlWHmiXxk9uWtEqaAtfw9_Mmat9SZ5tAkWCPq4hfPN1PLViJ-J6gdz8qz8TC6mCyv-i-HUBvg2yRgWTS1UTBLLz3SWy7XyXTjH6DCFB17BK1V2Zojy1ejlsMZcKlpbwwdkYF_Mydqaw/s200/c.jpg" width="150" /></a><br />
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4th October l839<o:p></o:p></div>
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The whole of the day was spent in study.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the evening according to appointment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I lectured in the Methodist Chapel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The house was not full, although a
considerable number were present.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>During
the lecture a female of the name of McKay who is connected with a public house
came to the door and kicked it with her feet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When the lecture (which lasted about 2 hours) was over, another 5 signed
the Pledge.<o:p></o:p></div>
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5th October l839<o:p></o:p></div>
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This day I forwarded Bills to Aberdeen per carrier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the afternoon I along with Mr. Rankin
Sheriff's Clerk went out in a small boat to the Dilse.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The sea was very calm, but the tide not being
retired sufficiently, made the attaining of our object rather a dangerous
matter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We went into a place almost
surrounded by perpendicular rocks, and in the form of a cavern.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I believe the cave like place goes a great
way into the rock, here we got excellent dilse but could not hold the boat for
a sufficient length of time to enable us to stir up a quantity as was
purposed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On reaching the town I went
through most of the streets with Mr. Rankin.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the evening I attended the weekly meeting of the Mason
Lodge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was crowded to suffocation
almost.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I sang 5 or 6 songs and made a
short address to them, another 5 names were added to the Society.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<em>Typed
by Betty Kay 11th May 1996, from Dan Marshall`s notes of the original journal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Permission to reprint granted by Morris Kay,
25 June, 2012.</em></div>
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<i>©2012, copyright Alana Farrell</i>Alanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821657762290392135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803327624551254462.post-2532567717877425972012-11-18T18:26:00.000-05:002012-11-18T18:26:28.614-05:00Quebec Family History Society - Upcoming Events<div style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqXOdLsLk74t3GB6EOTJztDOxZz7lxBWjk-SQUhyphenhyphenLaSBFhaivi4p9Cek_Ix2YwrZwVJkc35qjZZjVn_hKKPosyutw8_AJEHdeZS_z6pT5eOMEz9NNcc9dGcpVEuvrNEhejrWIKpJbg6Ew/s1600/Logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqXOdLsLk74t3GB6EOTJztDOxZz7lxBWjk-SQUhyphenhyphenLaSBFhaivi4p9Cek_Ix2YwrZwVJkc35qjZZjVn_hKKPosyutw8_AJEHdeZS_z6pT5eOMEz9NNcc9dGcpVEuvrNEhejrWIKpJbg6Ew/s200/Logo.jpg" width="200" /></a><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">The
Quebec Family History Society will be hosting a <b>Seminar, Social Event, Free
Public Lecture, December, 2012.</b></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span></i> </div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">All
information is detailed below.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span></i> </div>
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December 1</u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">A
Genealogical Day in Scotland: 1500-2012 (Seminar)</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">10:00 am
to 3:00 pm - Quebec Family History Society Heritage Centre and Library, 173
Cartier Avenue, Pointe-Claire, QC H9J 4H9</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">Presented
by Jackie Billingham, Susan Gingras and Gary Schroder</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">Learn
about the major sources used in in Scottish genealogical research from civil
registrations to Kirk records, and from censuses to probate records.
Participants will learn how to correctly use the information available on the
Scotland’s People website and what strategies to use when planning a research
trip to Scotland.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">Fee:
$30.00 members; $40.00 non-members.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">Reservations
are required. Call 514.695.1502 or contact Jackie Billingham at</span><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"> <a href="mailto:qfhs.communications@bellnet.ca"><span style="color: windowtext;"></span><a href="mailto:qfhs.communications@bellnet.ca">qfhs.communications@bellnet.ca</a></a></span><a href="mailto:qfhs.communications@bellnet.ca"></a></u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"><u>Wednesday,
December 5</u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">Celebrating
Our Military Roots Day - Afternoon & Evening</span></b></div>
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1:00 pm to 4:30 pm - Evening 6:30pm to 9:30 pm </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">Quebec
Family History Society Heritage Centre and Library, 173 Cartier Avenue,
Pointe-Claire, QC H9J 4H9 </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">Join us
for the first in a series of monthly Celebrating Our Roots Days.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">Drop by
for coffee, tea, and informal conversation. Share your research and learn what
others have discovered about their ancestors who served in the military.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">Joining
us in the afternoon will be Earl John Chapman, author of several military
history books, including "Canada's Black Watch: Legacies of Gallantry and
Service."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">Bring
your favourite military books to show others. On display we will feature books
from the QFHS military collection for you to browse and borrow. Also on display
will be members' military memorabilia.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">So, bring
along copies of your military letters, photos, service records, medals, coffee
mug, a friend, or just bring yourself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">Open to
members and the public. P</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">lease visit our web site @ <a href="http://www.facebook.com/l/ZAQGn1YsP/www.qfhs.ca"><span style="color: windowtext;"></span><a href="http://www.qfhs.ca/">www.qfhs.ca</a></a></span><a href="http://www.qfhs.ca/"></a><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"><u>Saturday,
December 8</u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">An Insider's View of the Institut généalogique
Drouin (Free Public Lecture)</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">10:30 am
to 12:00 pm - Briarwood Presbyterian Church Hall, 70 Beaconsfield Blvd.,
Beaconsfield, QC H9W 3Z3. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">Visit <a href="http://www.qfhs.ca/"><span style="color: windowtext;"></span><a href="http://www.qfhs.ca/">www.qfhs.ca</a></a></span><a href="http://www.qfhs.ca/"></a><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">Presented
by Sébastien Robert</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"><em>Sébastien
Robert, vice-president at the Institut généalogique Drouin will provide us with
a unique opportunity to learn from an insider what the Drouin records offer
family historians.</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"><em>Until the
late 1900s, church registers in Quebec were the source of birth, marriage and
burial records. Every year, all churches were required to send a copy of their
registers to the appropriate courthouse. During the 1940s, these records were
filmed by the Institut généalogique Drouin.</em></span></div>
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and non-members are invited to attend and stay afterward for refreshments and
conversation. <o:p></o:p></em></span></div>
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<i>©2012, copyright Alana Farrell</i></div>
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