Ancestral Notes

My Family History blog

Wordless Wednesday – Happy Anniversary!

my grandparents, Wm. E. and Josephine Hines
from the Essex Free Press, October, 1967.
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Tombstone Tuesday – The Family Plot

The Hines Family – Woodslee United Church/Jarriett Cemetery
Woodslee, Ontario, Canada

My dad, Earl Douglas Hines 1926-1996

My grandparents, Wm. Edgar Hines and Josephine Desbiens and my aunt Evelyn.

My great-grandparents, John Hines and Harriet Doan and my grand-uncle, Wm. John (John) Hines.

Memorial to my grand-uncle, Fleming W. Hines.

My grand-aunt, Harriet Melinda Hines 1899-1906

My grand-uncle Edward Hines and grand-aunt Emma Ebbinghaus

My grand-aunt, Catherine Hines and grand-uncle. Wm. Jariett

The property was donated to the Woodslee United Church by the Jariett Family.

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Why so much interest in the Doane family?

The reason is simple, two of my great-grandmothers, both maternal and paternal, were Doans. On my paternal side, Harriet Fernetta Doan, my great-grandmother, was the 2nd great-granddaughter of Titus Doane, Sr., great-granddaughter of Titus Doane, Jr., grand-daughter of Isaac Doan, daughter of Linus and Hannah (Doan) Doan. Harriet was born in Ohio in Dec. of 1854 and came to Canada Jan. 1855. The family must have been to Ohio visiting for Christmas when Harriet was born, as they lived in Welland County, Ontario. Harriet and John Haines/Hines were married in Welland, Ontario in 1872 and relocated first to Elgin County and then to Essex, Ontario between 1894 and 1897.

On my maternal side, Jessie Izillia Doan, my great-grandmother, was the 3rd great-granddaughter of Titus Doan, Sr., born in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, came to Ontario in 1793, 2nd great-granddaughter of Titus Doane, Jr., great-grand-daughter of Isaac Doan, grand-daughter of Linus and Hannah (Doan) Doan, daughter of Allan Clark Doan, Harriet’s brother. Jessie Doan was born in Pelham Twp., Welland County on May 24, 1875. The family was living in Essex according to the census in 1891. She married Robert Fairbairn on Nov. 1, 1893 in Essex, Ontario.

My 2nd/3rd great-grandmother, Hannah Maud Doan, was the daughter of William Doan, brother of Isaac.
Therefore, I have less surnames to research, and I have more Doan genes than any other. The Doane family history is readily available, as is the case for most ‘gateway ancestors’ , and I find their history interesting, so if I post alot of information about the Doane/Doan family, I’m not playing favourites.

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My Namesake


I grew up in a village, population of about 6oo, in the sixties and whenever anyone asked my name, the next question asked: how do you spell it? I’ve gotten so used to my name being misspelled and mispronounced that I found myself responding to ‘Elaine’, ‘Eilene’, ‘Ailene’, ‘Arlene’, ‘Darlene’, ‘Earlynn’ or anything that sounded close, because I got tired of saying, “I was named after my father who’s name is Earl”. At that time in my life I would have given anything to be named ‘Jane’.

Now, looking back, I realize that my name was chosen to honour my dad, and I do. I make sure that it is spelled and pronounced correctly and proudly say “I was named after my Dad”. He was an amazing man, although he called me “Leaner” more than he used my real name. His nickname for me stuck to the day he died.

My dad, Earl Douglas Hines, was born in Essex, Ontario August 14, 1926, the youngest of four children of Wm. Edgar and Josephine Hines. He grew up during the depression, the son of a railroad worker. He used to tell us stories about his escapades riding the rails in his teens, to go visit his aunts and uncles. He managed a pool hall when he was sixteen and he could ‘shoot stick’.

He enlisted in the army when he was eighteen, went through basic training and was sent to California, awaiting orders to be shipped out, when the war ended, so he didn’t see battle. He came back home and started looking for a job. He applied for employment as a corrections officer, with a glowing letter of recommedation from a local politican, but wasn’t accepted, so he applied to Ford Motor Co. of Canada and was hired. He worked in the foundry for a few years, and was laid off, so he became a bartender at the Aberdeen Hotel in Essex. After he was called back to Ford’s he stayed there until he retired after 45 years. The last twenty years he worked
in the crib, handing out tools and doing inventory.

Dad was very witty, he had a come-back for anything. he was also a prankster, and would relate how he got people at work, by putting mustard in a pair of gloves, or he would tell us jokes that he heard at work. He had an elephant joke that he told often, and I still remember his face as he told it. The joke was ” How do you catch an elephant? By digging a hole, filling it with ashes, lining the edge with peas, and, when the elephant comes to take a pea, you kick him in the ash hole”.

My dad loved his garden and I was his “little helper”. Although it took some trial and error handling the hoe when I first started. I remember when I was about six years old, I was out hoeing the weeds in the garden, and there was a stubborn weed and I couldn’t get it. so, instead of asking for help I just started swinging the hoe over my head when my brother, who was two at the time, came up behind me. I didn’t see him, and I took a swing and caught the top of his head, he had to have ten stitches to his scalp and I never raised a hoe over my head again.

I remember another time, when I was about eight, dad had just brought about a thousand tomato seedling to plant in the garden. He wanted to get them planted before the rain came, in a few hours. Well, everybody started out helping, but after a short while, the rest of the kids wanted to go play, so dad and I finished planting all of the tomato plants. It was raining by the time we finished and that day I earned the honour of him calling me “his little helper”. Whenever he would go out in the garden he’d ask “where’s my little helper?” and everyone knew who he was talking about.

As I grew up, my dad and I remained close. When my mom was working, I would be the one that made sure his shirt was ironed for work, the way he liked it, and when they seperated, we would go out for coffee, to talk, I was good listener and always had time for him.

We used to go out to bingo a few times a week, if I didn’t have any extra money, he’d say “I’ll pay for you, and you can pay me back by winning the jackpot”, we split our winnings 50/50. The last time we went to bingo, was the last time he was able to go. He had been diagnosed a few weeks earlier with lung cancer and would be undergoing chemotherapy. He wasn’t responding well to the chemo and they stopped it after a few treatments.

For the next month I spent as much time as I could with him, we talked and laughed, and cried. He kept his sense of humour and wit right until the end. My youngest son was living with his dad up north, but moved back home the end of January. He went to visit dad with me and dad remarked “Kevin, you’re growing into a real handsome young man,” and I replied, “well, he should, he gets his looks from you.”

The last time I spoke to him, he was worried about me being okay after he was gone, and I assured him that I would miss him, but I would survive. He passed away two days later, on February 7, 1996 and I go to his grave-site every year before Christmas and place a blanket on his grave. he is buried in the family plot, beside his parents and grandparents.



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My Mother, the Poet

Marian Joyce Neil Hines Nov.30, 1936 – August 15, 2008

I have just recently started blogging, I’m still getting used to writing in whole sentences where my genealogy is concerned, I’ve been so accustomed to genealogy short-forms and fact-gathering. Now, to put the facts together in sentences that are interesting to read as well as informative to tell their story.
I am not a writer, I have always liked creative writing, but I didn’t excel in it. My mom was a poet, she could create a poem about anything, but her favourite subject was our family. She passed away last August, and I am gathering a collection of her poetry together to make into a book as a tribute to her. Here is a poem she wrote for my grandmother:

Mother

Time never, nor space, could ever erase

the picture that’s hung in my heart

of that dear, lovely lady’s sweet beckoning face,

expressions will never depart.

The smile that was gleaming when e’r I knew joy,

the bitter tears when I knew sorrow,

The frown when I, evil task would employ,

the hope of much gladder tomorrows.

Whenever I failed there was naught but despair,

in achievement was nothing but pride,

and no artist’s brush can ever compare

with the picture of her, here inside.

Glowing with sun-rays of love, just for me,

in every chore and all duty.

All that I am, I owe to her now,

may gratitude never diminish.

Because that I feel in Heaven above,

angels whispering to one another,

can find among burning turns of their love,

none with the devotion of Mother.

Written by my mother, Marian Neil Hines (1936- 2008) for her mother, Ruby Fairbairn Neil Allison

My mother was born November 30, 1936, she was a twin, her brother Stephen died shortly after birth. She was raised in Windsor, the small town of Essex, and Cottam, a village near Essex, in Essex County, Ontario. My mom was raised in a Scotch-Irish family with strong religious convictions.

On June 14, 1947, she was taking care of her younger brother while her mother worked, when he was struck by a car and was killed. She thought that she was being punished by God for not watching him closer when, on the 17th, a tornado ripped through Windsor, leaving 11 people dead and 100 injured. She was one of the injured, a brick wall fell on her and her knee was crushed. She had to have a it repaired surgically and made a full recovery although she was bothered by arthritis later in life. My grandparents were divorced after that and my grandmother remarried when mom was in her teens.

My mom knew my dad most of her life, her grandmother was his father’s first cousin. He used to come in to the diner where my grandmother worked and my mom liked him a lot, although she was only eight years old and he was ten years older than her. He told her then that he was going to marry her someday, so she waited.

They got married on April 20, 1957 and started a family together. They had seven children, three sons and four daughters in the next twelve years. After 24 years of marriage, they were divorced, but she never remarried, saying her husband was still alive, and she couldn’t break her vow to God.

Mom moved in with me in November of 2007, after being hospitalized for heart failure. I’m glad that I was able to take care of her, she was afraid of going into a nursing home. She enjoyed doing jigsaw puzzles and crosswords, but she had cataracts and couldn’t see very well, on top of that the doctor said she had conjunctivitis and sent her home with eyedrops. After a week with no improvement, she went to the optometrist and he diagnosed her as having glaucoma and sent her to a specialist that afternoon because she was going blind as a result. She had both cataracts removed so he could treat the glaucoma, but lost the sight totally in one eye and the other eye wasn’t very good. She never could do her puzzles again.

Mom’s worst fear about dying was the process, she didn’t want to have to go into a nursing home, she didn’t want to die in the hospital, but she didn’t want to be a burden either. She was getting sicker, she was diabetic, but she wasn’t’ able to eat anything, her stomach was always upset, she said from her meds, so my sister was going to take her to the emergency room to get her prescription changed. She passed away when my sister came to pick her up to go to the hospital, we walked her to the truck, she sent my sister back in for her nitroglycerine inhaler, she forgot it and she needed it, and when she got back to the truck, she said that she wasn’t feeling well and she said ‘well, here it comes’ and she was gone. She had such a calm look on her face, I kew she was finally pain-free. So, she died peacefully, quickly, and she wasn’t alone.


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Josephine Desbiens

My grandparents, Joephine Desbiens & Wm. Hines with my older brother, Fleming, and I.

My grandmother, Josephine Desbiens was born in 1897 in Essex County, the daughter of John Desbiens And Celinase Tremblay. She grew up on her father’s farm in Maidstone Twp., Essex County with several brothers and sisters.
She married William Edgar Hines, son of John Haines and Harriet Doan of Rochester, in 1917 and moved to Essex in the house that her husband and his brother built. He worked for the railroad, so he built his garage from railroad ties. The railroad ran right behind their property. It was a modest house on Arthur Avenue in the town of Essex. It was well-taken care of, but showed the efects of the history of the town and railway, the walls weren’t square, as a result of a nitro-glycerine explosion in a traincar at the railyard. Most of the homes in town at that time were moved from their foundation a little that day.
That was not the only incident in the house, while my grandmother was out hanging laundry, the house caught fire with their two daughters inside. The oldest daughter was able to get out, but the youngest daughter died of burns. They had three more children after that, a daughter and two sons.
She passed away on July 4, 1994 at the age of 97.


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My Grand-uncle Was My Muse

My grand-uncle, Fleming Hines, was the inspiration for my family history research, I can even recall the very date that I started, because it was his birthday, January 18, 2006, he was born January 18, 1897. I had no idea what day he was born until then. I just knew that he died during the First World War, still in his teens, and buried in France. He was a private in the 19th Battalion,Canadian Infantry (Central Ontario Regiment).
I feel that it was more than a coincidence that I was drawn to the military site, because it left me with a lot of questions about him. The story my grandfather told was that he was too young to enlist, so he lied about his age. I discovered that he has two attestation papers, with two different birth dates, and neither of them is the right year.
My grandfather went on tho say that he gave his life by jumping on a grenade to save several other soldiers’ lives. The truth, I do not know yet, I have the form to get his records, but I haven’t sent them in, I have been procrastinating about sending in the form to get the information for the simple reason that, I like the story about his being a hero, that’s the story that my dad grew up with and I grew up with, and I knew so little of my family history that it would be a disappointment if he died from an illness.
I know that he died in Etaples Military Hospital, September 18, 1916, and is burid in the Etaples Military Cemetery in gravesite reference: X E 8 and from further research about the campaigns in the area, he would have been in the Battle of Fleurs-Courselet, the first battle where army tanks were used, which was towards the end of the Battle of the Somme.
But, I’ve been researching my family history ever since that day and have learned that’s what family history research is all about, finding the truth, so I’m going to do it, I’m going to send for his military records and find out the truth, I think I’m ready. I think that My Uncle Fleming was a hero just for going over in the first place, he didn’t have to go, but he wanted too, to preserve his family’s way of life. He didn’t come home, it doesn’t make any difference how he died, he’s still a hero.


Here’s my grand-uncle’s memorial marker on the back of his parents’ gravestone,
the middle initial and dates are all wrong.


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Haines Strains

I have been researching the Haines/Hains/Haynes surname trying to figure out just where my 4th great-grandfather, Joseph Haines, Sr., fit in. At the beginning of my research, I was researching the wrong surname altogether. I spent a good six months researching the Hines surname, only to find out that my great-grandfather changed our surname from Haines to Hines. It was news to me!

The reason for the change is a mystery, as is the fact that the males were raised as Hines from birth and the girls were Haines until they married, except for the last girl, who died in childhood. There is a page of marriage records with two childrens’ marriages on it, for the daughter, the surname was Haines and for the son, the surname was Hines, and the parent’s names were the same as the child.

Now that I am researching the right surname, it should be a lot easier, I thought. Well, there is a Haines family from England who immigrated to New Jersey in 1682, the Quaker Haines family of Richard Haines who died during passage. Some of his family went to Pennsylvania. Then there’s the Massechussets Haines family, who arrived from England before 1650. Some of this family got carried to Quebec by Indians and remained in Quebec. Then there’s the Godfrey Haines family who immigrated from Germany to Westchester County, New York. There’s also an Irish Haines family who immigrated to the Perry Sound, Ontario region in the 1800’s. And last, but not least, Alexander Haines family who came from Nova Scotia to Ontario about 1820. No connection! Apparently, if I am to connect my family to the other Haines families, I will have to find a connection in Germany. Our family came from Germany about 1760 to the Mohawk Valley in New York and leased land from Sir William Johnston, according to the Loyalist claims for losses. All of his children were born in New York.

There is a branch of the Quaker Haines family in Ontario from New Jersey and Pennsylvania, a branch of the Godfrey Hains family, some of the French-Canadian Hains branch, the Irish Haines and my family all in Ontario in the early 1800’s. What makes it worse is that the same common names, John, James, William, Benjamin, Joseph, Peter, Jacob, Mary, Margaret, Sarah were common among all of the Haines families.

I finally figured that I would narrow my search to my greatgrandfather’s family, the Haines family of Elgin County, but that still wasn’t specific enough, the Nova Scotia Haines’ lived in Bayham Twp. and my family lived in Aldborough Twp. after leaving Welland County.

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