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Wednesday, 1 November 2023

Family Stories Month – Chasing Rumours

 

November is Family Stories Month. Stories are such a critical piece of family history. We work to uncover the stories of those who came before us and in doing so, we work to not only preserve them but also to understand our part in the larger family dynamic.  

It is said that within three generations, we will have been forgotten. I remember being acutely aware of this when my aunt passed away in 2020. She knew her grandparents (three generations removed from me). She had talked to them, spent time with them, listened to them, knew their personalities. She had watched their interactions with others, understood the things that were important to them, had heard their stories. With her gone more recent generations could only imagine what they were like. 

It was the stories and the need to preserve the stories that started my journey into family history. While my eyes often glazed over as the family stories were being repeated and repeated and repeated, it was only after the storytellers had passed away that I longed for one more listen. And this time, I would not only pay attention, I would write them down to preserve them. 

Often as we listen to stories that have come down through the generations, we wonder how much truth there is to them. The stories we see as folklore, perhaps. Or wishful thinking. Stories that may have been altered in some way. 

In this post, I will look at one such story. It is not my family’s story, but that of a prominent Brantford Family from history. A prominent Canadian family. A prominent Scottish-Canadian family. 

The Rumour: 


The Brantford Club was established in 1898 and has served Brantford businessmen (and now women) for 125 years. Like many old mansions, it is rumoured to be haunted. Staff and club members alike have talked about seeing a man (of varying descriptions) in the halls and basement of the club. Digging deeper into the rumour, I learned that there was a suicide committed at the club many years ago. Perhaps it is the spirit of this man that continues to loiter in the halls of the Club. Further rumour is that the victim of the suicide was the brother of W. Ross Macdonald. 

William Ross Macdonald was the 4th son and 6th child of Scottish born dry goods merchant, George MacDonald and his English wife, Julia Bulley. George and Julia emigrated to Toronto in 1886 and had five children: Alex, George, Julia, William and Norman. The family moved to Brantford when Norman was a young boy. He attended high school in Brantford. 

Both William and his younger brother, Norman, studied law at Osgoode in Toronto and then opened a joint law practice “MacDonald and MacDonald” in Brantford. Both men served in the first world war. William went on to become a politician, serving as an MP, Deputy Speaker and then Speaker of the House of Commons. He later served as Senator and then Solicitor General of Canada. William served as Lieutenant Governor and was made an officer in the Order of Canada. 

Although he was involved in municipal politics as an alderman, Norman preferred military life to politics. He served the City of Branford as its Solicitor for most of his career. In WWI, Norman was deployed to France where he served from 1915-1918. He was injured no less than four times during his time in France. He made it to the rank of Captain. Following his return to civilian life, Norman served as Major for the 10th Dragoons in Brantford. 

Norman offered his services when the second world war broke out. He served in the Dept of the Judge Advocate General. He was in London during the Great Blitz and fortunate enough to escape unscathed when his place of residence was bombed. Norman had the unique distinction of being one of few Canadians who had been called to the Bar in England. He was enrolled in the Inner Temple in London in 1942 while serving there during the war. 

I decided to do some digging on this branch of the MacDonalds. Two of William’s brothers died quite young. Brother George, a clergyman, died in 1940 at the age of 53 following complications from an appendectomy. George died in Edmonton, Alberta.

Brother Norman died in 1947, in Brantford, at the age of 54. In retrieving his death registration, it shows the place of his death as 98 George St Brantford. The Brantford Club.

Cause of death: GSW Head/Gunshot wound.

In response to “Accident, suicide or homicide” the answer is Suicide. 

Manner of injury: Pistol.

 

So there we have it. Truth to the rumour. It was the brother of W. Ross MacDonald who had committed suicide at the Brantford Club. The date was 22 February, 1947. Norman’s funeral was held at Alexandra Presbyterian Church. His body was cremated and the ashes were buried at Farringdon Church Cemetery. 



On Monday, February 24, the local newspaper, The Brantford Expositor, ran an article on page 2, detailing his life of service. It does not mention his place of death or how he died. Likely a sign of the times and wanting to retain the dignity in death that he commanded in life.


Tuesday, 11 April 2023

Organize and Share your Family History


Join Clare Wilson and I in July to learn tips for organizing and sharing your family history. We will run 4 sessions, one each week for 4 weeks in July. We will alternate between Organizing and Sharing. All four sessions for one low price of $17cad (about £10)

Learn more at: https://www.genealogytoursofscotland.ca/

Watch the promo video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikB_ipHoihM&t=12s

Friday, 10 February 2023

Family History Writing Course - Online

 


We have all heard, all of our lives, that time flies, especially as we get older, but I had never been so acutely aware of that until the start of the pandemic, when two weeks morphed to two plus years. And we are still in it. Yes, times look more like they used to but we are now all acutely aware of just how precarious life (as we know it) really is. 

I’m at that stage of life where people my age are passing on. My age! Those sorts of things also tend to add to our understanding of just how precarious life really is. It could be any one of us, any time. Time. As much as we always think we have plenty, I need to stop frittering it away and be more mindful of what I want to accomplish and, as a good ancestor, what I want to leave behind. 

I was recently in a conversation with a cousin and she noted that within 3 generations, we (and our stories) will be forgotten. And I instantly recognized the truth in this. I know my story. I know my parents’ stories and I know my grandparents’ stories. I knew them. I heard them tell me their stories. I knew their personalities, their likes and dislikes, their hopes for their family. And while I think I know the stories of my great grandparents and perhaps great-great grandparents, I don’t really know them. Not on the same level. I made this realization when my eldest aunt passed away. She was the living connection to her grandparents. She knew them. Knew their personalities, their temperament, their sounds, their smells. I can only guess from documents and perhaps some degree of supposition as I piece the puzzle together. But that’s all that most of us can do. Suppose. 

I want my grandkids to know my mum and dad. To know my granny and grandpa. To know their great aunts, uncles, and their myriad of cousins. And the only way I can guarantee that my grandkids and great grandkids will really know past generations is for me to document, preserve and share those stories. Firsthand. 

I find so many of us, as family historians, want the same thing. And now that my tours are coming to an end, I will have more time to focus on this. I want to help you do the same. I have created an online writing course. This course will help you to get those stories out of documents and into a shareable format – preferably a book. Something easy, sturdy and shareable. Something that can be on a coffee table or on a shelf and can quickly and easily be taken out and shared. The course will run on 5 consecutive Wednesday evenings in May for one hour. We will work together as a small group of 12 to get the stories out of documents, out of our minds, and onto paper. To write them down, to preserve them and to create a book so that they can then be shared with future generations. By the end of the 5-week course, you can have your ancestral book (one ancestral line or one ancestor’s stories) completed. 

Please note that this course is structured. It is not just an opportunity to get together to talk about writing 'one day'. This is about getting the work done. We are not gathering to share the stories with one another or to look at what we have already done. We are gathering to do work. 

The course is designed for a small group (12). Registration is on a first come-first serve basis. 

To learn more: https://www.genealogytoursofscotland.ca/family-story-writing-courses

 

Friday, 2 September 2022

Tea with the Queen

 

My trip to BC was to have taken place in the fall of 2020, ahead of an Alaskan Cruise. The world had other plans. Now that travel was happening once again, I wanted to take the opportunity to connect with cousins who had kept me sane during the past two plus years. 

I also wanted to see my aunt. My cousin and I decided to treat ourselves and my aunt to Tea at the Empress Hotel in Victoria. What a fun time!


Before I left for BC, I ordered fancy hats for us to wear as a lark. That decision was the best decision. People stopped us to comment on how beautiful our hats were. Others asked to take our photo and some even asked to pose for photos with us. The hats provided a bit of celebrity status and really turned the tea into a highly memorable event. 



Life is all about experiences and creating memories. Once we are no longer here, those we leave behind are left with nothing more than memories and experiences. Our Tea at the Empress certainly provided amazing memories.