Arran and the Beach

chittery bite best be in hand

My folks are from the Clyde in the west of Scotland and we figure this painting at Owen Sound is a view from a beach across the Clyde to Arran.

I don’t know the artist’s name but suspect it is a scene from the 30s when my parents would have the ages of these kids. I recall being dragged when I was seven in 1970 to the beach along this stretch in August and freezing in the cold Atlantic.

same, big

real life...my life
The view at Largs, Scotland – November 1987.

real life...my life

Rev. Whillans’s War

The father of my Owen Sound connection, my great-grandfather-in-law, was a chaplain in the First World War, Rev. William James Whillans of Winnipeg. This evening, hunting through photos, I came across a post card sent from the front as well as a few others. He is the jaunty gent in the lower right of the first photo.

This is an example of the postcards I discussed in an earlier post. As you can see from the photo below, he was involved with those doing the fighting.

…with a few of the saved from the trenches

…in the trenches… 

…and Rev. Whillans with one particular bear brought from Winnipeg during WWI.

 

Primary Sources

Despite the hype the world wide web is a pretty crappy place for primary sources. Internet based private space may hold masses of libraries worth of material but the promise of a free and open digital library a click away is a very long click away. It is, then, small chirpy of noises of glee I make when I come across primary sources such as the UK’s National Archives and its one million documents now plunked down for all to see on the web.

Trouble is, you do only “come across” these things. I wish there was a card catalogue of accessible web-based primary sources somewhere available. You know…like an organized log of what was one the web…now what would you call that?

Cousins

Line Up For The Photo!!

....must grill...must...grill...

On Saturday afternoon, the four year old cousin had her birthday. Lots of family photos. Many Canadian men begging for grilled meats causing much shovelling of snow from around the gas BBQ at brother-in-law’s.

March is clearly the snakey, cabin-fever month after the glum of February. The maple syrup shacks are opening up in defiance of both Lent and winter, making the first agricultural crop of the year, boiling tree sap down something like 1/20th. Through the spring the sugars made by the tree shift from the first light runnings to dark.

As it roasts, baste a leg of lamb in dark maple syrup after poking it full of garlic and rosemary.

The Road Once Again

I wanna live there, no there, no there...
Houses hiding from the 407 north of the Big Smoke

The road. Kingston to Kitchener to Owen Sound to Kingston.

On the way home, we went into Belleville and went to a Ponderosa Steak House. Unbelievably, it was found to be exactly the same as the last one I went into in 1983 in Truro. Home of the thin steak, the cafeteria style ordering, florescent tube lighting and all you can eat salad bar which includes jello as a food group made it entertaining. Plus I was the thinnest, youngest and prettiest man in the place. Macaroni and cheese is a vegetable side dish. I think you can fully comply with yet utterly breach the Aitken’s diet in one meal there. I am so full of MSG, I have to go hunt out that old ventolin puffer I’m sure is around here somewhere.

Hannah Richmond

Richmonds a plentyHappy Happy Joy Joy

Happy Happy Joy Joy
Hannah Richmond, born Feb. 18 1837 (detail of left)

It is not good to make jokes about your mother-in-law. How much worse to make fun of your great-great-great-grandmother-in-law.

I think this is Hannah Richmond, great-grandmother of my wife’s grandfather, who stiched this family register as a young girl. While in Owen Sound I was able to get digital copies of the register as well as a book of studio portaits from 1900 and earlier of a branch of my in-laws which begins with this lady. This photo is clearly a photo of a photo when it was taken as the people around her are cut out of the oval picture I have seen in the album. She knew people born in the 1700’s.

Fortunately, my wife’s great-aunt pencilled in some notations over some of the characters making it possible to piece together a portion of the family starting with the mother of my wife’s mother’s father back to the grandmother of the mother of my wife’s mother’s father. Clear? Most photos from about 1860 to 1890. Like these folk, one of my kids’ great-great-great-great-grandparents.