tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452049099238083172024-01-21T16:05:02.511-05:00Remember When GenealogyRemember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-38515716767057180942019-08-14T00:00:00.000-04:002019-08-14T00:00:03.494-04:00Happy "Middle Child Day"<div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="7r168" data-offset-key="co5in-0-0" style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">
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<span data-offset-key="co5in-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">Today is Middle Child Day - </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Aug 13 </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> A day to salute the middle-born children whose youthful activities were limited due to their always being too young or too old. Today, they are just right! Created in 1986 by Elizabeth Walker. Annually, the second Saturday in August. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> We all have them in our family tree somewhere, and we all know the "Middle Child Syndrome" that is talked about. How about YOU? Are you one or do you have one of your own or one in the family that pops to mind. I can tell you in my family say "Middle Child" and my daughter Miranda jumps to mind immediately. A strong willed child from before birth (that's a story in itself...LOL) and yet a loving caring young woman; who, if she is your friend you will be so happy to have.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Miranda was due on July 4th (my birthday) and started to show her uniqueness from with-in the womb. The 4th came and went with no appearance. The 5th came and went, also. The 6th came and her mother picked me up from work and said she was having contractions. We headed home where her mother was to meet us to watch our oldest child (Victoria). We could then head to the hospital. So We get home and the wife says she wants to take a shower before going; as she remembers how long she had to wait for one when Victoria was born. I told her we should leave now though as her contractions were about 5-6 minutes apart and the Dr. had said to head to the hospital at 10 minutes apart as the second child would come sooner then the first, usually. She said shower first and proceeded up the 5 stairs to the bathroom when half way up; her water broke. She turned around and said "Or we can leave now". We went to the hospital and around 10 pm we thought, 'she's not here yet; maybe she is going to wait to share her birthday with Grand-pa Bill (my father) on the 7th of July. One half hour later and Miranda was here. We said that she was stubborn and was determined to have her own birthday; no matter what we thought and or wanted. This nature showed itself from an early age. At around 4 yrs old, learning to tie her shoes and refusing help telling us "I do it my own self'; in that young slurred learning to speak for herself way.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> As I said though she grew into a young woman who formed strong friendships. She proves to her friends continually her devotion to them and her support for them in many big and small ways. She is still stubborn and strong willed. You won't push her around in life; but you will be thankful she's in your corner. </span></div>
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Remember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-42210110521316720342019-04-29T00:12:00.002-04:002019-05-29T13:32:25.854-04:00100 Years Old Today - Happy Birthday Grandpa! The date was April 28th, 1919 when Joseph Wilfrid Lafleur came into the world. Born to Eugene Wilfrid Lafleur and his wife Marie Louise (nee Trudel) in Caldwell, Nipissing County, Ontario, Canada. One of 12 children he would grow up to marry Desneige Margerite Ouellette on August 16th, 1943 at St. Thomas the Apostle Church in Warren, Sudbury District, Ontario, Canada. They in turn would go on to have 7 children and settle in Windsor, Ontario, Canada. My Mother was one of those children and so I the grandson of Wilfrid and a keeper of the family genealogy want to 'Remember When' on this the occasion of his 100th Birthday. I also happen to have been named in part after him. My full name is John Francis Wilfrid Goodwin. Named after both my grandfathers, I get my second middle name from Grandpa Lafleur.<br />
My grandfather was a great man. He took care of his family to the best of his ability and always loved them. He especially loved his grand kids and always had time for them. When my parents first married, they lived with my grand parents until they could get a place of their own. My dad told me he would come home late from work and on a number of occasions found my grandfather up in the kitchen holding and feeding me, so my mother could sleep and heal from the birth. The family was always over at our grandparents for meals and gatherings at least once a week. The house was always full of family and friends and I know that is at least in part why my house is always open to family and friends; because of the example that my grandparents set for us. Death took my grandfather on November 1, 1977 and my grandmother a year and a half later. They had retired back up north to the Nipissing county area a few years before then and so I didn't get to see them weekly as I had before. That coupled with my age meant I never really got to ask them the questions I wish I had the chance to ask now. But I always 'Remember When' with fondness as I think of them and I am glad I have personal memories at all. My younger brother has none. So again I say "Happy Birthday grandpa, I wish you were here. Love ya."<br />
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Joseph Wilfrid Lafleur - 1943</h2>
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August 16, 1943 - J. Wilfrid Lafleur marries Desneige Ouellette.</h2>
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Summer 1949 - J. Wilfrid Lafleur & Daughter Noella (home in Windsor).</h2>
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Summer 1948 - J. Wilfrid Lafleur holding daughter Noella (home in Windsor).</h2>
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Summer 1964 J. Wilfrid Lafleur standing with brother Fernand behind their parents (seated) Eugene W. Lafleur & Marie Louise (nee Trudel). </h2>
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Christmas day 1968 - J. Wilfrid Lafleur with his wife Desneige and their 7 children at their home (818 Bruce Ave., Windsor).</h2>
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Christmas Day 1972 - J. Wilfrid Lafleur with some of his children & grand Children (me John in his arm) at his home (818 Bruce Ave., Windsor).</h2>
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July 10, 1976 - J. Wilfrid Lafleur with grandchildren (left to right) John F.W. Goodwin, Branden R Goodwin & Sheri L. Lafleur. </h2>
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<br />Remember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-75246014888849027962018-08-20T16:17:00.000-04:002018-08-20T16:17:45.742-04:00Ancestry DNA helping fill in the missing pieces (Part 9) This is the last of this series (as far as I know, right now). The trip up North was a great one. We had a good time and my brother and his family got to meet a group of other's from our family. Seeing and being on the property that was the land of our great grand parents was something else. He fell in love with it as much as I. We went out in the bush and enjoyed seeing the old homestead of our great grand parents. Later we spent the night out in the bush; my brother Branden, cousin in law Gabe and I. We talked about the visit Branden was to have with our father. He wasn't interested in appologies or in hearing excuses for his belief's. He mentioned that he was having the meeting in part because he thought I wanted it. That he was doing for me. I tried to tell him, he didn't need to. I wanted this for the two of them. I knew that any possibility of a future relationship for them was up to them. I just wanted them to take the chance at it. I really don't get anything from it per say. I just didn't want them to miss the chance. A few days later we went to our father's house ahead of everyone else. We sat and talked for an hour or so and just talked casually. There was no mention of the past and what had happened back then, no excuses. A week or so after I talked with my brother and he said the meeting really didn't do anything and it was all just as it was. I told him I didn't fully understand, as it seemed to go exactly as he had said he wanted it to. I have since been back up north to see my dad and check on him. He made no mention of the meeting and given his memory problems recently and how much he seems to feel things when he tries to remember. So I believe it will not go anywhere further. As I said, this was their story, the outcome is thier's. I can't live their life's. They took the opportunity to speak and if it has not lead them to any kind of reconcilation then they have to live with this.<br />
I am also happy to report that my cousin in law has found the old well at the old homestead and is going to try to reopen it as a source of water in the bush. It was really good to be back out there and see the property. I hope you have all been having a good time researching your own family history/stories. I continue to work on our's. No matter where the research takes you it is still your story. Don't be afraid of it. You are still who you are, no matter the new info we find. So always Remember When....<br />
Lastly I have been considering making this a video blog and put it on 'You Tube'. I will be looking at how to go about this, and ask my son to help me. No promises. If I do then I may redo these blog's as video blog's. If not and or until then I will continue to these blog's, when I can.<br />
<br />Remember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-11212785644259276342018-03-30T17:24:00.000-04:002018-08-20T14:56:36.498-04:00Ancestry DNA helping fill in the missing pieces (Part 8) Well this adventure in DNA testing keep's moving along. First of all my mother's brother Wilfrid (who died just a little time back) had children from a few different woman in his life. One I have gotten to know (Robbie H.), and another (Christine) who I only really know over Facebook. She is the spitting image of our grandmother (WIlfird & my mother Noella's mother). Well I noticed that she had done the Ancestry DNA test and showed up on my matches. So I contacted her on the Ancestry site and let her know that I had ben doing the family history and would be willing to share anything she would like to know about. I left it at that and she responded a few months later that she was interested. I have let her know through Facebook that I intend to respond soon. I will probably do that this week.<br />
The other news is that my mother, my brother and I are going up north (Verner, Warren, Sturgeon Falls, North Bay area of Northern, Ontario) to visit with family up there. My brother doesn't really know the family up there well and has wanted to go up and meet and get to know some of them better. His children and and possibly his wife may be coming along too. So while we are looking forward to this, I get a call from my father and he wants to know if I can ask my brother if it's alright to give our dad his number. Dad wants to call and talk to him, trying to reach out after all these years. Now that we have the hard evidence that he is my brother's father. So I talked to my brother and he said he was fine with this. He holds no ill feeling and is fine with talking to him. He has no expectation for the conversation and isn't looking for anything (even an appology of any kind). So I was over his place having this conversation and hung around for a while talking and visiting when my brother tells me he has changed his mind. He thinks this is a conversation that would be better/should be done, face to face. So I said we are going up north soon and dad is in the area. We can take a day trip over and see him. My brother agreed and so we will be going to visit him while up north. My brother has said he will bring the kids with him too, so they can meet our dad and his wife Ivy (their other grand parents). I am somewhat floored at how this has come together. I am very pleased by it, and pray for the best to come of it. I know even if they start talking it will never be the relationship it should have been. My mother and I where seperated for about 10 years when my parents divorced and there has always been something missing from our relationship. Well where ever this goes; it can't go anywhere unless people step out and make an effort.<br />
Lastly, on Facebook we have a family site for Lafleur cousin's where we can talk and share. Some of the family keep asking about our relation to Guy Lafleur the NHL Hockey player. I have heard over the years that he is a distant cousin and so have others. They know I do the genealogy and asked if I knew. I said I hadn't come across anything as of yet; but that I really hadn't looked very hard. One of the cousins meesaged that his birthday was such and such and his parents name. I told them give me a few minutes adn with that info I would see what I could quickly find. I did a search and found a tree of another distant cousin that had Guy on it and showed that guy's GGG Grand Parents where my GGGG Grand Parents. We are his distant cousins. I am trying to get all the info into my tree and confirm the link. Right now it appears we are all 3-4th cousins and or 2nd cousins so many times removed. Once I have it all in I will be able to confirm it.<br />
For now continue to look back into your own family history and always REMEBER WHEN....Remember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-60931912078138275832017-11-16T00:46:00.000-05:002017-11-16T00:46:34.399-05:00Ancestry DNA helping fill in the missing pieces (Part 7) Well after three test (two failed and one that finally worked out), my brothers DNA results are in. My brother and I share the same parents. The site matches my brother & father. I attach a look at the 3 of us. You will notice that my brother actually has more of a match to our father then I do. The Irish is stronger in them than in I. My brother is interested in the facts and genetic history. He isn't interested in a relationship after all these years. I called my father and gave him the news. I could tell it hit him hard. He realized all that he has lost, all the years, the son and the grand children he's missing. Will anything come of their mutual knowledge. Will they talk? Will they get together at all? That will be up to them. Only time will tell. Now we just wait for our mother to get her sample together and sent in.<br />
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On another note. The last blog I talked about a visit to my mother's cousin in Warren, Ontario. She lives on the same property my Great Grand parents owned and lived on. She sent me some pics and I did some repair work to a few of them. I attach the one that means the most to me. It is of those Great Grand Parents with my mother and some of her siblings at that home in Warren.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Left - Israel Noel Ouellette, Center Rear - Israel's wife Aldea Gervais holding Wilfrid Lafleur, Center Left (tallest girl) - Fernande Lafleur, Right side middle - Noella Aldea Lafleur, Front right - Florence Lafleur. Siblings with their grand parents. My mother Noella named for these grand parents. </span></h3>
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<br />Remember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-7398699694599083802017-10-01T23:12:00.000-04:002017-11-15T22:23:59.260-05:00Ancestry DNA helping fill in the missing pieces (Part 6) Well the continueing saga of DNA testing. My brother's third test is being processed. His wife sent hers in with his second test and it is processed and results are in. Next day I recieve word that his failed again; and the third test was on it's way. I also got our mother a test and activated it about the same time as my brothers third test. She has as of yet not done her part. Waiting on her to spit (maybe she hasn't because it's not lady like...LOL). I also found out that my cousin (my mother's brother's daughter) has done the test and it will be interesting to have that extra data to compare.<br />
So we wait some more to get the other mysteries solved about my father, brother and I. We will have the info for my brother's children since both he and his wife have been tested.<br />
On a further note, I went up north this summer to visit my father and a cousin of my mother's. This cousin (Gisele) lives on the property that my great grand parents owned. I remember visiting it a number of times when I was a child. Her husband took me out 4 wheeling to view the property and see the evidence of an old homestead. It was amazing and I had never gotten to go back there when I was younger. I also grabbed a piece of bedrock to take home with me. They told me how my great grand father first started dating great grand ma. It was the classic tale of church picnic. The girls would bring a picnic lunch and the boys would bid to buy the lunch as a fund raiser. The winning bid would get to eat the lunch with the girl who's lunch they bought. Great grand pa Noel told his best friend that he was going to buy great grand ma Aldea's picnic and marry her. His freind said that that wasn't going to happen, as he was going to buy it. As you can guess that didn't work out for him. Great grand pa won the bid and they did go on to marry and have a large family and many more decendents. I can't wait to visit them again and 'Remember When...' together.<br />
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As always Remember When ....Remember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-15322889389685299362017-07-12T22:10:00.002-04:002017-07-12T22:10:55.743-04:00Ancestry DNA helping fill in the missing pieces (Part 5) My Father's DNA test has finally come in. After reviewing it, I feel it is pretty clear that he and my Aunt Orleen had different father's. Now Siblings can have a fairly wide variance in their DNA; however their differences are so different you would have to question it just on that. He is mostly Irish and she is Western European with Irish & Iberian. He has the Irish Munster as a genetic Community and she has the French Settlers of Montreal and Detroit. Again since siblings DNA can be different the bigger clue was the DNA matches at Ancestry. They don't have the same family name matches or cousin matches. He has Goodwin matches and she hasn't any. Just everything about this looks like the long suspected seems to have been confirmed.<br />
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The bigger surprise was the Goodwin matches on my dad's DNA. The DNA matches of the Goodwin's are from the Hamilton, Ontario area and then back to England. Where as according to my Father's Long Form Birth Certificate his father was from Illinois (living in Hamilton when he met my grand mother) and his family originally came from the New York area and then back to England. So did his father lie about his origins? I now have a new mystery and have to research this further. I may have the wrong Goodwin line on my tree.<br />
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The more I learn, the more I don't know. I just learned that my cousin on my mothers side has done the Ancestry DNA test. I just found her on there tonight. My brother still has to send in his new test and I ordered a test for his wife and for our Mother (the Lafleur side will be coming in clearer soon too). I leave in three days to go to Northern Ontario (specifically Sturgeon Falls/Verner/Warren area of Nipissing County). My Father is retired and living up that way and my mothers family is from there. I will be visiting her sister (my aunt) and a cousin of hers that I have been in touch with on Facebook. I am also doing research in the local Genealogical sections of the Libraries up there. I plan on interviewing my dad and hopefully my aunt at least on video; to add to my family record. It will be interesting to sit around and Remember When...with them. Until the next update.<br />
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<br />Remember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-92170513923344425912017-06-09T02:11:00.000-04:002017-07-09T00:00:26.717-04:00Ancestry DNA helping fill in the missing pieces (Part 4) <b>Well now the high's and the low's of the DNA journey. My oldest daughter (and her husband) ordered DNA test from '23 and Me' and her results were the next ones to come available. I set up a free account and she included me to share her information. So I looked at it and I was pretty sure that my father and his siter (my aunt) had different father's. If they had the same father then they would have a similar genetic make-up and I would have gotten that and passed it down. My Daughter had less then 1% African genetics like my Aunt; however hers was from the Western Sub-Saharan area and my aunts was from South Africa. So that was number one and I know it is from a very small part; so looking at the rest we find the Iberian Peninsula (Spain & Portugal) that my aunt had a 21% genetic make-up and my daughter only a 1.4%. Again if my father had a similar make-up and passed down half to me and me half to my daughter then I would expect her to have more. My Daughter's mother's side is basically the same as our side in that they are 99% European. Just a different mix. But even there you would think there would be a chance of getting a higher mix from that side. So just these two and the rest said I was pretty sure about the results for when My father's test finaly gets processed. </b><br />
<b> Then my test came in and am more sure. I have the same less then 1% genetics from the Western area of Africa as my daughter and no South African such as my aunt does. My make up is only 1% Western Europe and my aunts is 35%; I would expect mine to be higher based on hers (if they share the same father). We of course will know better when my father's test is processed. </b><br />
<b> Now the final part of the saga so far is that I got an e-mail from Ancestry and they had a problem with my brother's test. They could not process a viable sample for testing. So they sent out a new test. I just recieved it today, activated it and dropped it off at his place for him to try again. I have to say I am not completely happy with this. I mean I understand things happen; however when I activated it, it said it would take the usual 6-8 weeks to process and maybe more with the back log. I have already waited more then 8 weeks for the results, then waited 2 weeks for the new test to get here. Now when it gets there it doesn't even get some kind of priority processing (moved to the front with the next batch going in)? A little customer friendly service would be nice. I was hoping to have the answers before I see my father in July. So we could discuss everything in person. Well we'll see. Maybe the standard e-mail goes out; but they do move it up. We'll find out soon enough. </b><br />
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So here is what you need to know first off. My father and his siblings (my aunt & uncle) are believed to have different father's. My Grand-mother lived her life for herself and the fun she could have. It has been known and spoken of since I can remember that they have different fathers. My father is most likely the son of John F Goodwin and my uncle may have also been. However it is believed his father is a truck driver my Grandmother is known to have been with around the time he was concieved. My aunt is believed to be the child of an Italian corner store/butcher shop down the street from their home at the time. My uncle was dying of cancer in the summer of 1992 and wanted to go to his grave with them all finally getting the truth from their mother and laying it all out and then putting it behind them; so he could die having this resolved. We were all to get together for my birthday and talk to her. She always insisted they had the same father and wouldn't talk about anything beyond that. Early that day she got all worked up that my aunt was in town a day early and we had gotten together the night before with out her (we did to go over how to handle the talk with her, so it was agreeed it would be straight forward without harshness or judgement...we just want to get to the truth). So she got worked up, as I said and sent to the hospital complaining of pain in her chest. Later at work I got a call from a friend of her's saying she went to the hospital but no one their would tell her how she was. I called and they said they were trying to get a hold of my dad, I identified myself and told them I could get a hold of him; but how was she? They informed me she had died. Yes she died that day, hours before we could meet and get the answers. She took the secrets to the grave with her. That is until now. DNA testing is now affordable and can be done by anyone. We will finally get to the bottom of this family mystery.<br />
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Now for my aunts test, we expect to find that she has some Irish/Scottish heritage; so England, Wales and the like along with some french from her mother's side. Her father as I said we expect to see a large portion of Italian and or a mix of that region of Europe.<br />
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Africa <1% from Southeastern Bantu (primarily South Africa, Kenya, Nambia, Botswana, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Angola, Tanzania, Mozambique, Uganda). This is a low confidence area.<br />
Europe 99% from - Europe West 35% (Primarily Belgium, France, Germany, Netherlands, Switzerland, Luxembourg, Liechtenstein).<br />
- Ireland 25% (Primarily Ireland, Wales, Scotland).<br />
- Iberian Peninsula 21% (Primarily Spain, Portugal).<br />
- Great Britain 11% (Primarily England, Scotland, Wales).<br />
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- Finland/Northwest Russia 3% (Primarily Finland, Russia (Northwest)).<br />
- Italy/Greece 3% (Primarily Italy, Greece)<br />
- European Jewish <1% (Primarily Poland, Belarus, Ukraine, Russia, Hungary, Israel)<br />
- Scandinavia 0% (Primarily Sweden, Norway, Denmark)<br />
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Then there is a section of Genetic Communities and her heritage is showing, French Settlers of Montreal & Metro Detroit (which includes surrounding areas including Windsor, Ontario, Cananda), which is where our family is.<br />
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So biggest surprise is that she shows only 3% Italian in the low confidence area. So the Italian shop owner wasn't her father or people assumed he was italian and he was maybe Western European (German) or Iberian (Spanish) maybe. The English and French make sense from what we know although 35% Western Europe??? I would also have expected that if she had the same father that maybe a genentic community in Illinois or New York leading back to England as that is were Goodwin came from. So we really need mine and then my fathers to compare to her and see if and how much of a difference.<br />
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The other thing is the matches to cousins (First, second, third, fourth and beyond). When we look at the possible cousin matches and the names on the trees of the ones that have trees; we find names that I have not found in my research of our family as of yet. So again I would asume 'Yes" they have different fathers. I see names like Renaud x5, Leclair, Meloche x5, Pettitclair, Moisan, Brooker x3, Dufour x3....there are many more that show up multiple times, however this gives you an idea.<br />
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So we will have to check into these for her. These may very well be one of the names of her father. More will come of all of this.<br />
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Now I want to note here. As I have been looking at this I have noted that a lot of people have been getting this test done. Presumably to find out where they come from. However most don't have a full membership on Ancestry and have not filled in a tree of anysort or they do but only like 3-15 people. Finding your matches with others is going to be hard if you have no one to match to. The other part of this is that they do have a large tree on line; but have locked it as private. This goes further into the whole genealogical community in which you find people that have their tree locked private and or won't share info with other potential distant family members. I don't personnaly understand FAMILY research which we lock and don't share. We are all trying to find out about our history and make connections. Why the secrets? Just my thought on this. I am open to sharing and meeting new family.<br />
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Remember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-57615647819080297272017-04-09T19:35:00.002-04:002017-04-09T19:35:50.447-04:00April 9, 1917 - VIMY RIDGE - Canadian's Show Their Grit ONE HUNDRED YEARS ago today, Canadian soldiers jumped into the battle for Vimy Ridge. Other's had tried and failed; but the Canadian's won the day. It cost them dearly; but from that point on they were counted on for getting the job done. I had a number of relatives / ancestors that were in the Canadian Expeditionary Force's of WWI. I haven't found any proof yet that any fought at Vimy. Never the less they served their country and our allies at a time of great need. Follow the events of today with the ceremonies and Remeberances of the day. I know two students that are over in France for the festivities today. Pray it makes an impression on them and others so we don't continue these kinds of acts into the future. <span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">The 100th anniversary commemoration of the Battle of Vimy Ridge. Follow the battle: </span><a href="http://newsinteractives.cbc.ca/live-blog/vimy-ridge" rel="nofollow noopener" style="background-color: white; color: #365899; cursor: pointer; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">http://newsinteractives.cbc.ca/live-blog/vimy-ridge</a> - So today let's Remember When and never forget.<br />
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<br />Remember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-8546254924284989062017-04-07T19:41:00.000-04:002017-04-07T19:41:09.809-04:00Doing research at the Windsor, Ontario, Public Library<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well we all know that not everything is available on line; despite what some may believe. When doing research on the family you often need to go to the cities, towns, counties or even countries they came from. Once there you have to visit the local records office, genealogy society/group or in our case Library. My local main library is the monthly meeting place for the local chapter of the Ontario Genealogical Society (The Essex County Branch). While I am interested in joining this group there are some personal issues that have kept me from doing so. I won't go into those here. However the library has a large collection of local Geneologies donated by people over the years. They have the local newspapers on Micro Film, local grave yard info., maps, a large collection of yearbooks from most of the schools (including ones that no langer exist), the city Directories and local history books. One of the coolest things is that most of this is located on the second floor inside a Local Research room. It is a seperate glassed in room with tables & chairs for the researcher, a Micro Film viewer, and there is a desk with a Librarian on staff at all times. They are there to assist you if you are looking for anything and or to direct you to the best source available. They also can also go and get you books or documents that they have in their holdings that may not be readily available on the shelves. Some of these are in ill repair and so more delicate and they don't leave them on the shelf there fore. However if you inquire and they have it they can bring it in and you can use it. Then they will take it back to the hoding area. You also cannot put things back on teh shelves for yourself. They insist that you leave it on the table when you are finished with it. They will re-shelf it after they record the use of that specific book or document. To show that the room and resources are being used. The room was built about 2-3 years ago. Up until then everything was just up on teh second floor more or less together and a lot of the things where in the holdings area and hard to get your hands on. Now a lot of it is available on the shelves and only a little is still locked away. I go in about once every 3-4 months and have ment to blog about this a few times. However I kept forgetting to take photos to go with the blog. Yesterday, I finally remembered to do so. If you are interested in researching your family and are in the Windsor area; I would encourage you to use this resource. If you aren't; but can make the trip it is worth while. The other thing is that if you have a quick question about someone from the area; lets say you know that your grandfather lived here in 1956 or so and have his full name you can call and speak with that librarian that is on duty and they will look in the local city directories for that year and or the ones around it to see if he his listed and where he lived. The directory will also tell if he is living with a wife and where he worked. All just a phone call away. So if you need help to Remember When, then check out the Library.<br />
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Remember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-2293238250758904152017-04-07T18:49:00.002-04:002017-05-11T18:07:36.570-04:00 Ancestry DNA helping fill in the missing pieces (Part 2) Just a small update. I have contacted my father and let him know that I have an Ancestry DNA kit coming to me for him; and as of today I sent it to him in the mail this afternoon. He will have it by Tues. or Wed. at the latest. He is interested in finding out the answers related to his relationship to his sister (whom I have also sent a kit to - she already recieved it and sent it back for processing weeks ago). I also told him I have one for my brother and he said that was good. He didn't have much more to say about it yet. We will have to await the results; before we get the real reaction. I gave my brother his last week end. I don't know if he sent in yet; I assume he did. He was interested in the information that this will open up for me and the family and how to make links from it. I explained it a liitle to him and told him to check out the You Tube videos on it. Something else of interest to add to the whole story is that while talking to my oldest daughter about this; she revealed that she and her husband had ordered and sent in their own kits with another of the Genealogy web sites. So we will be able to compare the info from both sites and make links possibly with others who are only on one or the other web site. Very interested to get to the next step in this process. Until then; Remember When.<br />
<br />Remember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-62602268654235393772017-03-22T16:16:00.002-04:002017-03-22T16:16:38.344-04:00Ancestry DNA helping fill in the missing pieces (Part 1) Well my kids got me the Ancestry DNA kit this past Christmas. Being the family genealogist and having an Ancestry membership they thought it would be a good gift. They were of course, right. Now don't ask me why it took so long; however I just filled my saliva test tube and sent it in about a week or so ago. Yesterday I received an e-mail that they had received it at there testing center and that it had been placed in the line-up to be tested. It will be between 8 and 9 weeks to see the results. As long as it took me to send in my sample; it took almost no time at all to decide to test other family members. My brother and I had already talked about both doing this test; and just haven't gotten around to it. Price being a small factor. We were waiting to see a sale on the kit. My father has always insisted that my brother can't be his biological son. My mother insist he is. So we figure we can lay all questions aside and let the DNA speak for itself. Also if you read my previous blog about my father's mother (my Grand-mother); then you know there is a similar question about my father and his siblings. So I ordered this past week a kit for my brother and one for my father and his sister. Unfortunately my Uncle died back in 1992 (as you would also know from that previous blog) and so I can't test him; Also his daughter was killed a few years later, so I can't test her either. I called my Aunt in Minnesota and she was exited by the idea and of finding out the answers after all these years. My brother is waiting for it. I'm not sure how excited or nervous he is. It has been a question hanging over him for years. I talked to my father a year or two ago about doing this and what it would mean if we find out that he is his son. I know it would hurt him inside to realize what he has missed out on. Family is very important to him. He is I think a little apprehensive about the test from that point of view. However I think he is very interested to learn about his sister and their actual parentage. <br />
So I have the Ancestry membership and I own all these test. they were purchased by me and I get to administer them through my account for the family. I am excited to see the matches that we may be able to make as well as the answers to the questions we have. Now we just wait for them to arrive, activate them, send them in and get the results. Check out the video if you want to know more about this test https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4kLUoam8ik I will keep you updated as we complete more steps. As always Remember When and share those memories with others.<br />
<br />Remember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-11532483198244658652017-03-08T18:07:00.000-05:002017-03-22T15:35:07.292-04:00International Women's Day 2017 ...Remember When Grandma Dennie.. SO since it is International Women's Day, I thought I would talk about my Grand-mother. Elva Irene Dennie was her name and she was born in Dundas, Ontario, Canada on August 27, 1923. The Daughter of William George Dennie (who I have spoken of many times in previous blogs) and Gladys Irene Forwell. She was the oldest of their children. Now my Grand-mother lived a life that was dedicated to her own enjoyment. She was married many times and it is assumed that my father and his siblings have different father's. Or at least my father and his brother have a different father then their sister. We never got to hear the truth of this from her however; because the day we as a family were going to sit down with her and finally have it out; that is get to the truth of it. She died. My birthday 1992. My uncle Vince was dying of cancer and had only a month or two left. My aunt had come in from the states to see him and for us to get together and have this conversation with her before Vince died. He wanted to go to his grave having all the past issues and questions taken care of. So even in the end she took the secrets with her. However all this being said, I know that she loved me and her children. She may not have been able to be the best mother in life; but she did love us and I know she held a special place in her heart for me. In her earlier years she was a part of history, such as it were. She joined the Military during WWII as a Leading Aircraft Woman and served for about one year. I recently ordered and received a DVD from The National Film Board of Canada entitled Wings on Her Shoulders which is a short documentary about this group of woman that served. They did jobs to free men up for the combat roles and played a vital part in the war effort. You can view the video here <span style="color: blue;">https://www.nfb.ca/film/wings_on_her_shoulder/</span> I also have a document she kept that was with her important papers when she died. It is her statement of service. It shows her time of service and states she received the Canadian Volunteer Service Medal and War Medal 1939-45. She was honorably discharged Nov. 23, 1943 in Toronto, she served in Hamilton, Ontario. I also have photo copies of a section of the book A History of Women in the Canadian Military about the Aircraft Women of WWII. All in all I Remember When I sat with my Grand-mother and I will always be proud to know that she served our country.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Statement of Service for Elva Irene Dennie (from the collection of John Goodwin)</span></b></h3>
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Remember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-36016267803553580372016-12-12T10:13:00.001-05:002016-12-12T10:13:55.570-05:00So updated past blogs and other work on the Family Genealogy <b>So the first thing you have to know is that it has been a while. I know I don't blog consistently; however that is part of life with a family, job, home and church. I have been working on my genealogy and organizing my records and finding new records and family members. </b><br />
<b> Now the most important piece of news is an update to My Great Grandfather William George Dennie. In the past due to family lore it was believed that he joined the Canadian Expeditionary Forces in WWI at the age of 16. That his mother signed paper work saying he was born in 1899 when he had been born in 1901. Because of that lore I found a George Dennie (his father married to a Sarah Walker - living with her father in the 1901 census and showing William as 2 months old). The Attestation papers showed his mother as Mary Dennie and I believed this was her using her Catholic Baptized name of Mary. This fit the facts and I went with it. Now however after finding the marriage cert of William George to Gladys Forwell and other records; I have found that his mother was Maria Chappell and so went back to the records and found the correct George Dennie with Maria (his wife) and William born in 1899. SO I have expunged the records of the Walker lineage and have corrected it with the Chappell lineage. I have also corrected / noted the mistakes in the past blogs. If you check them out they have their titles updated to say ( *Updated Dec 12, 2016* ) and the incorrect info is now highlighted in yellow and a note about the correct info is added to the blog as well as some records to one of the blogs. I feel we all have mistakes that can creep into our work; but if we are diligent and true to the work we will update and correct these as we go. I felt it was best to leave the mistakes with the notes to preserve the growing work of my genealogy and the blog. Others may have chosen to update and correct the blogs as if the new work was the only way it had been. I decided to go this way. Right or wrong, I like the transparency of it. Besides in this case the mistake also came out of an oral piece of family lore handed down through the generations and shows that with out the records to prove them, they are still suspect. The family didn't lie, the story I am sure just evolved as is natural. My Great Great Grandmother probably didn't approve of her son joining the Military and going over to fight and maybe die in the first World War. </b><br />
<b> Some other things I have found since last I blogged. Williams father in Law, My Great Great Grandfather William Forwell also served in the Canadian Expeditionary Forces in WWI and had apparently served previous to that with the British Navy ( he was originally from Scotland). I have his Attestation paper (The full record isn't available on line at the Canadian Archives as of yet, I keep checking). Along with them William Forwells other son in law and brother in law to William Dennie served. His name was Frederick Howlett and I have his Attestation papers and more importantly his whole WWI record (it was available on line and I have down loaded and printed it). I also have a picture of Fred in his uniform, home in Hamilton Dundas area. </b><br />
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<u>William Forwell's Attestation Paper for WWI Canadian Expeditionary Force</u></h3>
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<b> Now Remembrance Day may have just passed recently however I still am honored to know that my family and extended family has served our country; and next Remembrance Day I will 'Remember When...' proudly and so can the rest of the family.</b><br />
<b><br /></b>Remember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-19852052919057556022015-12-11T22:57:00.000-05:002015-12-11T22:57:32.510-05:00Going to Miss Family Tree Maker? How about...Legacy! Well I know it has been a while since I posted. I have been busy with life in general. Graduation of my youngest, moving into my first home (on my own anyway), work being busier (more responsibilities) but I have been working here and there on my Genealogy. I have been helping my aunt as she is trying to find out about her families past. Now I have purchased software for Christmas for my sister-in-law. She has been interested in working on her genealogy for some time and since I pulled her name for 'Secret Santa', it was a logical choice.<br />
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I am logging in to voice my opinion on the choice's out there for Genealogy programs in light of the announcement of 'Family Tree Maker' coming to an end soon. I have since the beginning of my genealogy research been using 'Legacy' and have never had reason to be sorry for that choice. The basic program is free and the full version is very reasonable (right now it is on sale for Christmas, making it even more so). Take a look at this article for even more info. http://www.legalgenealogist.com/blog/2015/12/09/check-out-the-alternatives/<br />
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Down load the free version of Legacy and check out their web site http://www.legacyfamilytree.com/Index.asp . They also have many training videos on the software and genealogy itself. There is a large users group, and more. Ultimately you have to be happy with your choice so investigate. I know Legacy help's me and my family to 'Remember When...' all the time.<br />
<br />Remember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-49506795484494779242013-03-06T16:00:00.001-05:002015-02-16T13:36:59.702-05:00Wedding Wednesday A Love Story Born in Nipissing, Ontario The Year is 1899 and it is Christmas Day. In Dunnet & Ratter Township of Nipissing, Ontario, Canada. The Ouellette's; Joseph and his wife Rosanna (nee Archambault) are celebrating not only Christmas this year but the arrival of their latest child, a son. Israel Noel is welcomed into the world on this very day. I'm sure the community was there with congratulations and best wishes. Some of those wishing the family the best would have been their neighbors, Adolphe Gervais and his wife Marguerite (nee Cousineau). Now a year later plus 2 days the tables would be reversed. The Gervais welcome their daughter Aldea into the world on December 27, 1900.<br />
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The Baptismal records for St. John the Baptist Church in Verner, Ontario 1895 - 1911. Entry 16 is Israel Noel Ouellette, 25th Dec. 1899 (parents listed) in Warren, Ontario. Baptized 11th of February by Father Langlois with Adelard & Clara Chevette as God Parents. </h3>
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The Schedule A Birth Index of the District of Nipissing from 1899. Line<span style="font-size: 13px;"> 3 is Ouellette Israel Noel (M - male) Dec. 25, 1899. Father Ouellette Joseph and mother, Archambault Rose.</span></h3>
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Page 12 of the 1901 Ontario Census of Dunnet & Ratter Township, Nipissing County. The last family on the page is headed by Adolph Gervais (line 44) age 43 with his wife Marguerite age 35 then Daughter Dora age 14, sons Moses age 13 & Adelor age 11, then daughter Louisa age 8 and son Eugene age 6. </h3>
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Page 13 of the 1901 Ontario Census of Dunnet & Ratter Township, Nipissing County. The Gervais family continues at the top of this next page with daughters Lavina age 2 and Aldea 3 months. However this page held more for me when first researching on line 15 is Joseph Ouellette age 41 with wife Rosalia age 31, daughter Rose age 11, Sons Alfred age 9 and Arthur age 7 then daughter Anna age 5 and Israel 3/12. </h3>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> Well the census taker must have mis-understood the age of the baby. He is listed in the church record as being born and baptized in 1899 and 1900. I have to believe that those records are accurate. A family with a newborn being held by the Minister and baptized over a guy at the door taking the info and transcribing it to paper. They probably told him the baby was born Dec 25th of last year and he took it literally as the last calendar yr. Can't blame him, but a mistake never the less. Anyway the point is, here are two young people about the same age, living near by and they grow up to marry; and so we have ....</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: start;"><b> </b> <span style="font-weight: normal;">The marriage produced many children including my grand mother Desneige. Hence my mother Noella and then myself. I have already blogged about them before but their lives were simple but fruitful and they lived and celebrated their 50th anniversary in 1972. They even went all out and renewed their vows at the same church in Warren. Wish I was old enough to have gone and remembered it. It looks like they had fun.<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></h3>
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Well I was just checking over my past blogs and fixing some spelling and grammatical errors I noticed and came across the blog I did Wednesday, June 13, 2012. It was titled "Workday Wednesday - John Bertram & Sons of Dundas, Ontario". In that blog I spoke of how my great, great grand father George Dennie and his son (my great grand father) William George Dennie worked there and how they met and came to be friends with a fellow worker George Fraser and his wife Rose. George and Rose became fast friends with William and Gladys (nee Forwell) (Williams wife & my great grand mother). When William and Gladys had their first child Elva Irene Dennie (my grand mother); it was George & Rose that became the God Parents of course.<br />
Now I suggested on the Facebook page for Genebloggers that we add this "Family Friend Friday" to the "Daily Blogging Prompts" and they excepted it. George Fraser is the reason it came to mind for me. See I know we all have an Uncle George or Aunt Rose in our families. That couple that was our parents best friends; that they did everything with. Hung out with on weekends, stood in their wedding, went on trips with, served in the war with, and as with mine; were the God Parents of "little Billie". It's these things that make them part of the family, so why shouldn't we include them somewhere somehow in our genealogy?<br />
More importantly than just the fact that they are like family (as far as blogging and researching our families goes); they are important sources of information. As I pointed out in that previous blog - "<span style="background-color: #f8f2f2; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">He (George Fraser) was able to tell me personally about my great great grandfather and great grandfather, both of whom I never had the honor of meeting myself. Both were honest, hardworking men for whom family came first.<u> I would have liked to have known them, but since I couldn't, I will say that getting to know them both through Uncle George was a great experience. not only did I see them through his eyes; but reflecting back on it, I realize that I got to know them by the friend they picked to have as a member of our extended family. </u>Uncle George Fraser was a great man and since I couldn't know my relatives personally; I'm sure glad I knew Uncle George because of </span><span style="background-color: #f8f2f2; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">them."</span><br />
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Remember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-13779606877018899742013-02-13T16:29:00.002-05:002013-02-13T16:29:53.137-05:00Wednesday's Child - Remember When (Week 3) - Your 1rst BFF So I was thinking about week 3 and what it should be... I looked at the first two weeks and the home I lived in. I got to "Remember When..." I use to play with Marcelo Marcelo was the son of a couple that lived next door to us (and my grand parents - since we lived over them). His family was Italian and we were the same age. Once we moved to our first home (my parents owned on their own), I still played with Marcelo whenever we visited my grand parents or I was babysat by them. We played Cowboys & Indians, Cops and Robbers and with our toy cars & trucks. Marcelo's mother was a very kind lady and very protective of her son. We would sometime's go to his house and visit with her. I say visit because we didn't play in their home. It was always neat, clean and organized. She would let us come in for cookies and milk at the kitchen table or for some other goody. I was allowed in to wait for him if he was getting ready or had to finish cleaning his room to go out. I remember that in the living room under a side table next to the couch was an old Fisher Price Ferris Wheel toy. It was a decoration at that point. She would allow me to pull it out to see how it worked a few times but it had to go back to it's "Spot". Marcelo was at my 6th Birthday in the dinning room of my grandparents home. I got my first 2 wheeler bike.<br />
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July 4, 1972 - My (John Goodwin) 6th Birthday with my Dad (William F. Goodwin) helping to cut the cake. I looked all day through old photo's and couldn't find the one with Marcelo in it. This is the closest I could find - he is sitting to my right (that is his hand).</h3>
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July 4, 1972 - Outside our house on the side walk with my birthday gift a new bike. My dad (William F. Goodwin) and his step father; my grand father (Vic Boismier).</h3>
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As I got older and the visits grew further apart, so did our relationship. By the time we were around 8 years old his family was getting ready to move back to Italy. We said goodbye and that was the last I saw of him. I often wonder how he is doing, what did he grow up to do, did he get married, have kids, come back to Canada? Does he ever think back and "Remember When...." he lived on Highland Ave. in Windsor, Ontario, Canada and hung out with his friend John?Remember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-17856548392717504062013-02-07T13:41:00.000-05:002013-02-07T13:41:11.349-05:00Those Places Thursday - Remember When You Lived in Your First Home? (Week 2) So my first home was apparently with my Mother's parents. Recently my father told me that for about the first year or so after their marriage he and my mother lived with her parents. They had the back bedroom. My father got his job with Chrysler's here in Windsor working the line. He told me he would get home from the late shift and my mother would be asleep; but when he came in he would often find my grandfather up, sitting at the kitchen table feeding me my nightly bottle. If you have read my past blogs at all then you have seen this home at 818 Bruce Ave. in blog dated Nov. 1, 2012. We were in the back addition (3rd bedroom). While I know this home well, because we spent so much time there. My grandmother babysat me while my parents both worked.<br />
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The first home I remember actually living in was in the apartment above my other grandparents home. My parents moved in there to get their own space and start saving for a home of their own. This is the home at 1646 Highland Ave. It was in the previous blog about the first memory. I remember snap shots of things and then other things are clear. I remember going in my parents room to see them, I remember trying to climb into their closet to play. It was an over deep closet, deeper at the bottom (child level) then the top because of the slope of the roof. I remember my uncle coming over now and then. Of course I remember time spent with my grand parents down stairs as they watched me. Especially my grandfather who stayed home. Being with him, him making me lunches (peanut butter toast), and playing in the yard. I also remember most fondly my father at the kitchen table building model cars. He liked cars and growing up as a kid didn't have the money for toys and things so I think this was his way to recapture some of that lost childhood. My grandparents had a patch of rhubarb in the back yard and grandpa use to cut a stick off for me and then clean it and give it to me with the blue sugar bowl (pictured in the Jan. 17, 2013 blog of heirlooms), to dip it in and eat. Until my grandmother died when I was 26 yrs old; that home was a central anchor to our family world as was the home on Bruce for our family on my mother's side. I will always look back on these places and "Remember When..." fondly, with love and happiness.Remember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-11980703583229518662013-01-27T21:59:00.000-05:002013-01-27T21:59:24.771-05:00Remember When Your First Memory (Week 1) May 11, 2012 I posted "Those Places Thursdays - 1646 Highland Ave." I have added this to the title... (Week 1 - Remember When Your First Memory). I decided to start my own 52 weeks of Genealogical Memories. I decided that Week 1 would be "Your First Memory". Since I already spoke of this memory I am adding a link to that Blog for today's post, here...<br />
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I think these memories will usually be the first because they are traumatic in some way; at least that is, if the first memory is at an earlier than normal age. For me it was falling down some stairs at such an early age (10 Months). As I stated in the earlier blog, I have a fear of heights to this day. My first memory as well as a host of my first memories revolve around the homes of my grand parents. We lived at their homes, I was babysat at them or we were visiting them with extended family during most of my first 5 yrs of life. I have lot's of memories of those days. By the time my brother came along, when I was nine; my mothers parents were moved up north to retire and my parents split up and he went with my mother while I went with my father. He didn't get to know them. My mother's parents died before he was 3 years old. He never new my father's parents. He missed out on some great and interesting characters. However my mother, aunts, uncles and myself; we can fill in the past for him. So what is "Your First Memory" when you think back and "Remember When..."<br />
<br />Remember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-28622265405412432862013-01-17T12:42:00.000-05:002013-01-17T12:42:01.262-05:00Treasure Chest Thursday - Heirlooms from Grandma Dennie Well Christmas has just past and the other day i was taking down the tree and other decorations, when I remembered that I hadn't posted about the things I received when my grandmother Dennie passed. The reason I remembered was that I was taking down the Elf's, I put up every year. From the youngest memories of Christmas that I have, I remember them hanging around the house of my grandmother & grandfather. Now my Grandmother's last husband was Vic Boismier. He was the only grandfather I knew on my dads side, and he was my dad's step father. Which ever, it doesn't matter because he was Grandpa to me. The Elf's were his technically. He bought them and insisted that they go up each year. I loved them, I thought they were cool. He died when I was 6 or 7 and my grand mother continued to put them out (because she knew I expected to see them). When she past away, I knew I had to have them. They always make me remember those child hood Christmas'. This year I notice the "Elf on the Shelf" is a big hit. Well as you see from the picture below, I've had the Elf on the Shelf for many years. The tag on the back of the big one's says 1968. So he bought them when I was 2 years old. No wonder I "Remember When..." for as long as I can "Remember When...".<br />
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So it got me thinking of the other item's that remind me of my grand mother when I see them. for example the dinning room Hutch and China Cabinet. I was given them at the time because My dad and his siblings were already old enough to have established their own households. I was still newly married and building our household. I took them and they were a little worn over time and the finish was chipping. I liked refinishing wood furniture and so I refinished them in a darker color and have enjoyed them ever since. Here they sit in my dinning room/den.<br />
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So on the top shelf we can see the 2 vases front and center (just where I remember them as a kid -- except they were on the bottom shelf; where I could view them better). Behind them is the elegant lady playing a harp (music box). I picked it out at age 12 for her for mother's day from my dad and I. To the left of those is a bottle of red wine from my oldest daughter's wedding, 2 years ago. Directly behind and above the vase on the right is the survey tool that belonged to my grand father Lafleur (that appeared in a past post). To the right of that is the blue sugar bowl. This was always in the kitchen and on the kitchen table in my grand parents house. Behind that and to the right is the large glass pitcher that always came out for family dinners. My wife at the time liked it and wanted to use it more regularly. I was worried it might get broken but thought sure, I enjoyed the memories of it. Then one day while on a trip to the Stratford area, we were in an antique store and saw an exact match to it. Now this was twenty years ago; but the price on it was $150. After that the wife was more inclined to put it away and use it for special occasions. There are also things on this top shelf from a lovely lady in England who was like a second mother to me in my teens. She is still important to me and I have the little Bag-Piper in the small case in front of the sugar bowl; and beside it, closer to the vase's is a glass dome item. It is a glass paper weight with the Queen of England's jubilee crest on it. In behind the sugar bowl and survey tool is a red vase and a red with yellow handle small pitcher. Both belonged to my grand mother Dennie also. The large crystal vase in the very back corner next to the pitcher was a wedding gift to my former wife and I from an older couple at our church at the time. She didn't really know them or remember them which is why I took it when we separated I remember them and the very sweet people they were. <br />
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Remember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-41515422152198114872013-01-12T00:57:00.001-05:002013-01-12T00:57:39.232-05:00Family Recipe Friday - Meat Pie (Tourtiere) So for the past 20 plus years my mother (Noella) and her sister (Florence) have been getting together on day in November and making a supply of meat pies. The recipe was learned from their mother Desneige (nee Ouellette) Lafleur. Grandma learned from her mother Aldea (nee Gervais) Ouellette. how far back it goes from there I don't know. Anyway I have asked them to tell me when and let me come to learn it for many years. I don't want it to be lost. My brother has it, I believe my Uncle Marks wife has it to cook for him; but I don't know if any of their kids have it (and make it) or if any of the other brother's and sister's and or their families have it. Well I was off on sick leave the last 4 months (after an emergency surgery) and so by November I was well enough to go learn. So we all met at aunt Florence's and then went to get the meat. We went back to Florence's and they proceeded to make the meat pies. "All Right...Finally". So all told we made twenty pies that afternoon. Nine each for them and 2 for me. I don't have a big freezer, so I just wanted to learn and make a couple to start. Here is the recipe ....<br />
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<b><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Meat
Pie (Tourtiere)</span></u></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> <b>This recipe is for 2 pies. On average each
pie will have 2 pounds of meat (1 pound beef & 1 pound of pork). Multiply it out to make larger batches. While
you can of course make your own dough for the pie crust it is simpler
(especially if doing a larger batch of say 10-20 pies at once) to just buy the
boxes of no name frozen 9 inch pie tins (come 2 to a box normally. Then by the
Pillsbury ready-made pie crust tops. They come 2 to a box also. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Ingredients:</span></u></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">-
2 lbs. medium ground beef<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">- 2 lbs. lean ground pork<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">- 2 medium potatoes <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">- 1 large onion <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">- 1 teaspoon garlic (minced) <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">- Sage (to taste) <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">- Poultry seasoning (to taste) <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">- Salt & Pepper (to taste)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">- Trio mix (gravy thickener) 1
teaspoon<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Preparation:</span></u></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">1)
Peel, cut and boil potatoes (mashed potatoes style). When done drain water and
hold</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> in
a bowl (may need it later). Mash the potatoes well & hold till needed.</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> <b>2) Finely chop the onion and cook in a
large greased pan.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> 3) Mix both
the beef and pork together well and start cooking in the pan when onions </span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">are
cooked down.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> 4) Once the
meat starts browning add the seasonings.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> 5) If the
meat appears to be too dry, add some of the potatoe water you held on to. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> 6) Once meat
is completely browned add in the mashed potatoes and mix well.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> 7) Add Trio
mix (gravy thickener).<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> 8) Fill 9
inch pie shells, water the top edges of the pie shell crust, and place the top </span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">crust
on the pie (cut away extra) and using a fork crimp the edges of the top to</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> the
pie shell base.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> 9) Bake at
375 degrees for about 20 minutes (until crust is golden brown). Then p</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">lace
in zip lock freezer bags to store.
De-thaw and re-heat as needed.</span></b></div>
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The other great thing was that my aunt Florence had agreed to let me go through all her photographs and see if there were any (especially older one) that I wanted to copy. So I brought my mobile scanner and a pad of paper and copied about 60 pictures. Included in there were some I had never seen before including one old one of their father (my grandpa Wilfrid Lafleur) standing in front of the truck he use to own. I was able to copy it and then repair it. \I will have to make copies for all the other family members that will want it.<br />
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<br />Remember When Genealogyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17610209111667472447noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545204909923808317.post-24668027807352004102012-11-10T11:27:00.001-05:002016-12-12T09:35:18.011-05:00Sundays Obituary - Remembrance Day Canada *Updated Dec.12, 2016*<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well it's that time of the year again, and time to honor those who are and who have fought for our countries freedom. Canada isn't exactly thought of as one of those to be feared in this modern world. I mean we aren't as likely to show up on some others counties soil or water way trying to enforce our will on them. However Canadians have always held their own and then some in times of war. The American's learned early on that we were not going to simply roll over and become part of their nation. In the War of 1812 Brock, Tecumseh and many fine men helped lay a foundation for a nation. In WWI, Canadians troops were often called in to move on enemy positions that were proving difficult to take. Does any one remember Vimy Ridge? In WWII Canadian troops fought alongside the Allies to secure Europe and the world from Hitler. Storming the beach at Juno more lives were lost then were able to push on. Today in Afghanistan troops seek to help that country reform and protect them from the Taliban forces. The United Nations Peace Keeping Force has always had a strong Canadian representation among it's troops. <br />
If you have followed my blog over this first year, then you know of my great grandfather Dennie. <span style="background-color: yellow;">He lied with his mothers approval to join the army in WWI.</span> He luckily for us anyway didn't make it over to see battle. He joined, was trained and shipped over to Britain to finish training and the war ended. I believe all he ended up doing was helping with the clean up and organizing of equipment to ship back. Still he didn't know that he wouldn't make it to the front lines <span style="background-color: yellow;">and at age 16</span> was on a boat headed to war. If you haven't followed my blog, scan back through. I even have his war record posted. I ordered it from the Canadian Archives. Also you may run across another story of my great grandfathers friend (who I called Uncle George), George Fraser. Who was an WWII army driver and drove the then Princess Elizabeth and her husband during their tour of Canada. He foiled an attempt to get at her while driving the highways of Ontario. These are just two of the specific men in my family tree that I think about during this time of the year. However I never forget that there are and have been so many more. So say thanks to a vet this Remembrance Day and always "Remember When ....." others fought and even died for us, to continue to enjoy the freedoms we have.<br />
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* I have updated all the previous records about this bit of family lore. Great Grandpa Dennie did join up at the proper age of 18. I have found and corrected the family genealogy and updated it with the correct lineage and facts. Updated Dec 12, 2016 by the blog author - John Goodwin.*<br />
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