Ancestral Notes

My Family History blog

Sentimental Sunday – Cemetery Ceremony

My husband and I went to the renaming  of the Steele Cemetery to the Doan Cemetery yesterday on our way home and unveiling of the plaque presented by the Heritage Port Colborne Committee.

There is an article about it here: Welland Tribune.

Here is a video of the unveiling of the plaque by the mayor of Port Colborne, Vance Badaway. He spoke of the history of Port Colborne and Humberstone Township and the Doan family’s mark on the community. The hospital in Port Colborne is on land originally owned by Joseph Doan Sr., Aaron Doan’s father.

A recent article: Port Cemeterey Designated as Historic
 
I apologize in advance for the poor quality of the video, it is my first one and I don’t know what happened but the audio didn’t get recorded.

The  ceremony was continued at Aaron Doan’s grave site with four people receiving their UEL certificates , some family members spoke about the life of Aaron Doan and family history and members of the Doan family placed roses on his grave. The ceremony was closed with the Loyalist’s Prayer.

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Sentimental Sunday – We Will Miss You Grampa Morrison

This weekend has been a difficult one for my family, my children lost their grandfather Friday evening. Don Morrison was my father-in-law from my first marriage. He could have ended our relationship when his son and I ended our marriage, but he was a special man who always treated me like one of the family. Not too many people would invite their previous in-laws to their wedding, but I didn’t give it a second thought, they were part of my family and I wanted to share my day with them. Grandma Grandpa Morrison 2006

Photo taken for 50th Wedding Anniversary by Due South Photography.

He helped me through a lot of hard times after his son and I were divorced too. He didn’t have to, he had no obligation, that’s just how he was. I don’t know what I would have done without him.

He really enjoyed spending time with his family, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, My granddaughter, Mackenzie spent almost every weekend at their home.

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Whenever there was a family gathering, for holidays or birthdays, Christmas pageants, dance recitals, Grampa and Granma Morrison were there.

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Even when there wasn’t any special occasion, just playing Chase the Ace at the Hoopers (my son’s in-laws) on Saturday night.

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Or Saturday afternoons at my son’s house, having a barbecue, watching the kids swimming, watching the older kids with their toys

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and just enjoying family.

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He would always give me a great big hug upon arrival, I will miss his hugs. I am glad that my grandchildren had a chance to know one of their great-grandfathers, my dad died three months before my first grandson was born.

I am thankful for having known this man, I have many wonderful memories of him that I will cherish for the rest of my life.

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Sentimental Sunday – Wm. Edgar (Bill) Hines

My brother and I with my grandparents, Bill and Josie Hines
at their home on Arthur Ave.

My grandfather William Edgar (Bill) Hines, was born on March 27, 1894 and passed away on March 29, 1977. Since today is the 28th of March, I thought I would write something about him.

Bill was born in Aldborough Twp., Elgin County, eleventh of thirteen children of John and Harriet Hines. His family moved to Rochester, Essex County by 1897, when his younger brother, Fleming was born. He was in Rochester in 1903, and I suspect that he was one of the brothers mentioned in this next article:

The family moved to Gosfield North, Essex County and Bill was enrolled in the school system in 1905. In January, while walking home from school, he and his little sister ate some blue flax roots and as a result, his sister died. He would have died also, but he was given an emetic and didn’t get as much of the toxic roots in his system.

Bill was married to Josephine Desbiens (Josie), Oct 6, 1917, and worked for the Michigan Central Railway. They lived in the house his father built on Arthur Avenue in Essex.
On Nov. 18, 1921 there was a fire in the house which resulted in the death of their youngest daughter.

They had three more children, a daughter and two sons, the youngest being my father, born in 1926, all born at the family home.

Bill was an avid gardener and bee-keeper. I used to love eating honey right out of the combs when I was young. He was a hunter as well, always having his shotgun beside the side door. I remember one time he brought home a raccoon and my younger sister helped him clean it on the back porch. As usual, after cleaning the hide, he would nail it to the wall of the garage.

Bill smoked a pipe and had a mission-style recliner/rocker that has a hollow in the arm from decades of tapping his pipe when he filled it. After his death, my dad inherited the chair and after my dad died, my brother inherited it.

My grandfather used to play the fiddle, but I never heard him play, he had arthritis in his fingers and was unable to play, but he would bring it out once in a while and show us his violin.
He brought out a large document once in a while to show us as well, saying that it was his father’s from the Orange Lodge.

Since the Great Depression, my grandfather didn’t trust banks and he didn’t believe in credit. It was nothing for him to have a couple of thousand dollars in his wallet. I remember one time, my grandmother was throwing out some newspapers and he put his wallet on the table on top of them. Without looking, she just grabbed the papers and threw them out. After a couple of hours, he went to get his wallet and it was gone. He had $1500 dollars in it and it was already at the dump. He never left his wallet laying around again.

My grandparents rarely drove out of town, my grandfather would go to the Essex Farmers once or twice a week to chat with his friends, my brother went with him but he said it was no place for a girl, so I couldn’t go. On the way home sometimes he would stop at the liquor store and get a bottle. He never brought it into the house, my grandmother wouldn’t allow it, so, whenever he headed out to the garage, we all knew that he was going out for a drink. He would think he was being sneaky but everybody knew what he was up to.

On my grandparents’ 50th wedding anniversary, we had a family dinner at the Aberdeen Hotel to celebrate the occasion. All of my aunts, uncles and cousins as well as more distant relatives attended.

My grandfather died in the home six months before my grandparents’ 60th wedding anniversary, but he didn’t wait, he gave my grandmother her gift early, he managed to buy her a diamond ring, I don’t know how he did it because he was bed-ridden for the last few months of his life. He must have had the jeweller come to the house when my grandmother was out shopping.

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Sentimental Sunday – Mother and Daughter

Today is the 10th anniversary of my sister-in-law’s death and it is also the 1st anniversary of her oldest daughter’s funeral as well.

Barbara Fuller Lumley Hines’ short life was filled with tragedy. She buried two of her three small children, Paul and Michelle, in the spring of 1983. She was dating my brother at the time and hired a babysitter and spent the night at my house with my brother. My dad gave her a ride home and when they got there, there was nothing left, the house had burned to the ground, and her oldest daughter,Jen, who was six at the time, was the only survivor, her two children and the babysitter perished. She never got over their deaths, but eventually my brother and she were married and had two more children. When their youngest was a few years old, they separated. She was diagnosed with breast cancer and died just after her 41st birthday. Jen, her oldest daughter, died March 9th last year of an aneurysm at the age of 32. She also left three children.

Barb and daughter, 1985 at my house

Jen and daughter, Aug. 2004 at my son’s house

Barb was more than my sister-in-law, she was my best friend, if I wasn’t at home I was at her place. I was her matron of honour at her wedding and even made her wedding dress. She babysat my boys when I was working. My youngest son was a handful, but she didn’t mind, when he started throwing a tantrum, she said that he needed hugs and she hugged him until he settled down. I gave up my job to babysit for her while she went to work in my place, my brother was off work because of a back injury and she needed the job more than I did. I will always remember the friendship we had and I know that she is with her children now.

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