Monday, January 13, 2014

52 Ancestors: #2 - Robert Allan Farrell (1927-1962)

My 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.

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.

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.

On August 15, 1953 Allan married Rhona MacDonald Marshall 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.

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.

Allan passed away on August 12, 1962 and was buried on his 10th wedding anniversary – August 15, 1962.  He is buried in Rosedale Cemetery in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, Canada.















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Sunday, January 12, 2014

52 Ancestors: #1 - Rhona MacDonald Marshall (1933-2003)

Amy Johnson Crow of No Story Too Small has issued the 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge.  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.

Rhona MacDonald Marshall was born on February 21, 1933 at the Maternity Hospital in Dundee, Scotland – the 8th 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 50 Glenconnor Drive.

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.

On May 27, 1945, Rhona was Confirmed in St. Ninian’s Mission, in the Diocese of Brechen, Dundee.

When the 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.

On April 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.

From the time she arrived in Canada until she turned 16 yrs. old, Rhona attended the one room Tipperary Schoolhouse in Abenethy, Saskatchewan.  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.”  She left school at 16 to work (I believe at the Balcarres Hospital). 

About a year before Rhona passed away, she wrote a short bio on herself and described her life on the farm:

“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, country fairs.”

Rhona 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. 

Rhona 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 12th.  He was buried on their 10th wedding anniversary – August 15, 1962.


On 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.


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. 

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.

Rhona became a widow once again when Doug passed away on April 7, 1989 from complications from Parkinson’s Decease.

Doug’s 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
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.”

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. 

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.”

Rhona 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. 

Rhona passed away on September 8, 2003 and is buried at the Jardins Urgel Bourgis Cemetery in St. Hubert, Quebec.

She is greatly missed.

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Abstinence Tour of Robert Marshall (1819-1891) – Journal Entry of 18th October 1839

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-
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.

Typed by Betty Kay 11th May 1996, from Dan Marshall`s notes of the original journal.  Permission to reprint granted by Morris Kay, 25 June, 2012.

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Monday, July 8, 2013

Abstinence Tour of Robert Marshall (1819-1891) – Journal Entry of 17th October 1839

I  I was delighted with this ride - Strathbogie is beautiful but I have not time to describe its beauties.  The town of Huntly is delightfully situated - and excellently planned.  I was most kindly received here by a Mr. Andrews, a taylor and clothier.  His wife was particularly kind to me - everything she could conceive would make me comfortable that she instantly provided.  I had sent bills here and Mr. Maitland had writ to them of my coming.  I lectured in the Hall to a crowded and attentive audience, about 3 hours and slept in Mr. Andrews.
left Inverury with the "Duchess of Gordon" for Huntly which I reached about 5 in the evening.

Typed by Betty Kay 11th May 1996, from Dan Marshall`s notes of the original journal.  Permission to reprint granted by Morris Kay, 25 June, 2012.

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Sunday, July 7, 2013

Abstinence Tour of Robert Marshall (1819-1891) – Journal Entry of 16th October 1839

I began seriously to doubt Cummings honesty - he had given me high hopes of Kintore, as well as Inverury.  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.  I got the promise of the working mens Hall from my kind host, and there I determined to lecture.

I sent the Bellman through the town who called a meeting for me.  A most miserable concern it was not about 24 were present - but I lectured about 2 hours - 2 names were added.  They have no perserverence here and it will require two or three more lectures to set the thing a going.

Typed by Betty Kay 11th May 1996, from Dan Marshall`s notes of the original journal.  Permission to reprint granted by Morris Kay, 25 June, 2012.
 
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Saturday, July 6, 2013

Abstinence Tour of Robert Marshall (1819-1891) – Journal Entry of 15th October 1839

I left Kintore for Inverury by the Canal Boat. I was not aware that this day was a Market in Inv  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.  This was out of my power to remedy it.  I lodged with a Mr. Duchar(?) who is very kind to me.
erury.

 
Typed by Betty Kay 11th May 1996, from Dan Marshall`s notes of the original journal.  Permission to reprint granted by Morris Kay, 25 June, 2012.

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Friday, July 5, 2013

Abstinence Tour of Robert Marshall (1819-1891) – Journal Entry of 14th October 1839

I left Aberdeen about 7 a.m. was conducted by my kind friend Mr. McDonald to the fly(?) boat for Kintore.  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.  The novelty of the thing had brought so many together, Cumming had praised the place much, but it hardly deserves it.  I could not start a Society, but I feel confident that another lecture will do it.  Five of six boys included signed the Pledge.  There was evidently a deep impression left - May God grant it may be productive of good.

Typed by Betty Kay 11th May 1996, from Dan Marshall`s notes of the original journal.  Permission to reprint granted by Morris Kay, 25 June, 2012.

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Thursday, July 4, 2013

Abstinence Tour of Robert Marshall (1819-1891) – Journal Entry of 13th October 1839

Being rather unwell I did not get up till the day was well advanced, when two of the Committee   I afterwards went to a Prayer meeting and delivered an address on abstinence.
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.

Typed by Betty Kay 11th May 1996, from Dan Marshall`s notes of the original journal.  Permission to reprint granted by Morris Kay, 25 June, 2012.

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Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Abstinence Tour of Robert Marshall (1819-1891) – Journal Entry of 12th October 1839

I was more exhaused last night that I had ever been at any meeting - exceedingly tired.  I never went out of the Hotel.  Cumming kept me company - in the course of the day I conversed with two confirmed drunkards, and got them to sign the Pledge.  In the evening I attended the Convivial meeting in the Hall - it was crowded to suffocation but  I must confess I was not pleased with it - it was too formal and had too much of the theatrical for me.

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.

Typed by Betty Kay 11th May 1996, from Dan Marshall`s notes of the original journal.  Permission to reprint granted by Morris Kay, 25 June, 2012.

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Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Abstinence Tour of Robert Marshall (1819-1891) – Journal Entry of 11th October 1839

This day was spent in traversing the streets, calling on friends, getting my Bills from the printers, and making arrangements for my departure on Monday.  I came to the resolution of going North and as there is no Society at Kintore there I resolved to take up my abode.  I accordingly dispatched a letter to that quarter and also a parcel of bills to Inverary.  I had forgot to mention that yesterday I was introduced by my landlord to Mr. I Cumming King of the Tee-totalers.  I had heard a good deal of this gentleman, especially about Montrose and I had nowise a favourable idea of him.  The appearance of the man however and his behaviour fully warrant me in saying that he has the cause at heart.  What his abilities as a lecturer are, I cannot say.  So far as I know or can learn, he is nowise admirably suited for cities and towns, but I have this merely from report.  One thing is certain, that he has done a vast deal of good to the cause and that he is a most agreable companion.  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.  This was to me another call to persevere.  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.

The evening was a little wet, but as we could not help that we never minded.  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.  Being too soon we had to walk about.  The village is of considerable length, it has only one main street.  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.  It was an independent chapel of considerable size.  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.  The services were commenced by singing a hymn on temperence after which I engaged in prayer.  I opened my lecture by giving the usual challenge for discussion.  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.  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.  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.  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.  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.

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.

Typed by Betty Kay 11th May 1996, from Dan Marshall`s notes of the original journal.  Permission to reprint granted by Morris Kay, 25 June, 2012.

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