Living
Sex: M
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1. LivingJames Brothers
Sex: M
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Birth Date: Cir 1869 - Port Kirwan, Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada 42 Christening: Death: in Melrose, Middlesex, Massachusetts, United States of America 42 Burial: in Melrose, Middlesex, Massachusetts, United States of America 42 Cause of Death:
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1. *Elizabeth Sullivan 42 Marriage: 30 Jan 1910 - Melrose, Middlesex, Massachusetts, United States of America 42Living
Sex: F
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1. Living Children: 1. Living 2. LivingMary Frances Brothers
Sex: F
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Birth Date: 1919 - Newfoundland 135,2546 Christening: Death: 10 Feb 2004 - Fermeuse, Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada ( at age 85) 135 Burial: 13 Feb 2004 - Fermeuse, Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada 2546 Cause of Death:
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1. *Cyril O'Neill 135 Marriage: Children: 1. Living 2. Living 3. Living
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From - The Telegram, St. John's, Newfoundland, February 12, 2004
O'NEILL, Mary Frances (nee Brothers) - Passed peacefully away at Fahey's Personal Care Home, Fermeuse, Tuesday; February 10, 2004, Mary O'Neill of Port Kirwan, Fermeuse, age 85 years. Predeceased by husband Cyril and brothers: Peter and Patrick Brothers. Left with fond and loving memories son: Jim (Carol), grandchildren: Tracey (Cory), Jennifer (John) Ryan, Goulds and son: Gerald (Carolann), grandchildren: Gail, Gerry; Joshua and Colin of Port Kirwan, staff and residents of Fahey's Personal Care Home; sisters-in-law: Helen Brothers and Margaret O'Neill, as well as a number of nieces, nephews and friends. Resting at Fahey's Funeral Home, Fermeuse, Wednesday, 3 pm - 10 pm and Thursday; 10 am - 10 pm. Funeral on Friday; February 13 at 2:00 p.m. from St. Charles Borromeo Church, Fermeuse. Interment in St. Charles Borromeo Cemetery; Fermeuse. "A Mother's Love is a Blessing."
Patrick Brothers
Sex: M
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Birth Date: Christening: Death: Bef 10 Feb 2004 2546 Burial: Cause of Death:
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Father: Living Mother:Peter Brothers
Sex: M
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Birth Date: Christening: Death: Bef 10 Feb 2004 2546 Burial: Cause of Death:
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Father: Living Mother:Living
Sex: M
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1. *Jeanne Blake 1909 Marriage:Ann Brown
Sex: F
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Birth Date: 10 Mar 1806 - Montreal, Québec, Canada 23 Christening: Death: 18 Jun 1852 - Brooklyn, Kings, New York, United States of America ( at age 46) 23 Burial: After 18 Jun 1852 - Brooklyn, Kings, New York, United States of America 23 Cause of Death:Events
• Alt. Birth: 1806, Montreal, Québec, Canada.
• Alt. Birth: Cir 1810, Wallasey, Metropolitan Borough of Wirral, Merseyside, England.
• Residence: 1829-1837, Montreal, Québec, Canada. (Occupant)
• Residence: 18 Jun 1830, Montreal, Québec, Canada. (Occupant)
• Alt. Death: 1 Jun 1852, New York, United States of America.
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1. *Dr. Charles Henry Castle 2549,2550 Marriage: Children: 1. Charles Henry Howell Castle 2. Ellen Castle 3. Emily Castle 4. Arthur Henry Castle 5. Louisa Anne Castle 6. Madeline Anne Castle
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100318 from FindMyPast:
New York City Death Notices, 1835-1880 Transcription
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First name(s)Anne Brown
Last nameCastle
Age46
Birth year1806
Death year1852
Death date1 Jun 1852
Birth cityMontreal
Birth state/countryCanada
Spouse's nameC. H. Castle
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StateNew York
NewspaperNew York Herald
Newspaper date3 Jun 1852
Record setNew York City Death Notices, 1835-1880
CategoryBirth, Marriage & Death (Parish Registers)
SubcategoryCivil Deaths & Burials
Collections fromAmericas, United States
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Anne Brown
Sex: F
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Birth Date: 8 Nov 1881 - Barachois, Le Rocher-Percé, Québec, Canada 213,1431 Christening: Death: 3 Jan 1978 - Toronto, Greater Toronto Area, Ontario, Canada ( at age 96) 213,1431 Burial: Cause of Death:
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Father: Thomas Brown Mother: Celema Henley 1431
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1. *Archibald Francis Le Messurier 213,1431 Marriage: Marriage NotesAnnie Maria Brown
Email from Donna Izzard 260606:Children: 1. Francis Le Messurier 2. Sydney Peter Le Messurier 3. Dollie Ann Le Messurier
One interesting thing, Archibald and his brother George married Anne and Jane Brown on the same day, two sisters.
Sex: FAKA: Maria Brown 2554
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Birth Date: 10 Jun 1852 - Ayrshire, Scotland 2555 Christening: Death: 28 May 1957 - Kimberley, British Columbia, Canada ( at age 104) 2555 Burial: Cause of Death:Events
• Alt. Birth: 1852.
• Alt. Death: 1957.
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1. *Francis Grindell Hodgson Marriage: 1877 - Galt, Ontario, Canada 2555 Children: 1. George Alexander Hodgson
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030819 from David Hunter website:
The Tales My Grandmother Told Me
Tales My Grandmother told me
(The tales of Maria Hodgson, wife of Frank Hodgson)
- Documented by Bill's son, Elmore Hodgson
The Tales of Annie Maria Hodgson (Granny Biggar)
(Taken from a write-up by Elmore Hodgson. Elmore is the son of Bill and Bella Hodgson. Granny Biggar (Annie MARIA Hodgson, nee Brown) is the Grandmother who told the "tales" to Elmore.)
"Annie Maria Brown met and married Frank Grindell Hodgson in Galt, Ontario, in 1877. Frank was an Englishman from Devon, England, and was a carpenter by trade. Her sister, Margaret, was married to Andy Biggar, who was a railroad man. Several years after Frank and Margaret died Granny married Andy Biggar, thus becoming Granny Biggar.
I am inclined to feel that, upon leaving St. Catherines, they traveled by train by way of the United States, then by riverboat. I don't know if they went to Winnipeg or took the Missouri Trail but Manitou was the end of the long trip. Now, Granny's story as she told it to me." - Elmore Hodgson
Frank and I left St. Galt, Ontario, and traveled through the U.S.A. until we came to the Red River; then went north into Canada until we came upon the Pembina Valley, which is now called Manitou. We walked with two young children afoot - with Agnes (Aggie) and David, walking as best they could and William (Bill) (also known as the whiner) strapped to my back. I was also carrying my fourth child inside of me.
Frank carried a big pack that must have been over a hundred pounds, with a strap over his forehead. When the day was over, we were all very tired and really slept. This was late fall and a frost was on the prairie wool at night and, sometimes, until ten o'clock in the morning. Each night, the kids and I pulled enough prairie wool to fill a "tick", which is a covering to hold filling for a bed. Frank would make a fire to cook supper on and also to warm the ground. Supper, breakfast and dinner were not just laid out on a table as campers do today. We didn't have room to carry the stove, the table and chairs, the kitchen sink, nor the modern bath tub of the day. The food was usually stick bread or bannock with salt pork or bacon to go with it, while tea boiled on the camp fire. It was very meager but we were wholly thankful for what was received.
At bed time, we would dig the coals into the ground to provide a nice warm place to sleep. We would then place the mattress, or "tick", over where the camp fire had been and the kids would climb in. Frank and I would take the outer ends of the mattress and have the kids between us. The colder it got during the night, the closer we all snuggled together. In the morning, we would dump out all the prairie wool and place the "tick" around the blankets and back into the pack for travel again, along with any remnants of food left.
Thus, to Manitou we came and, along with many others, arrived with the stalwart heart of a Viking.
When we arrived at Manitou we had no house; nowhere but the "tick" to lay our heads and this is where the wonders of God, along with earnest prayer, came in. A bachelor man offered Frank his cabin in Manitou until he built someplace for himself. He said, "You can't have your wife and kids outside in the shape she is in." This man went to live with another bachelor friend of his.
Frank, being a carpenter, never found himself out of work and was always in demand. The country was opening up and everyone was trying to build or prepare some kind of shelter for family and stock. Frank worked steady and after working for ten hours, would come home and spend another six or eight hours building our own home. And so, we soon had a roof over our heads.
In the meantime, more children were born. Margaret (Mag), who later became Mrs. Charlie Lawley, Olive, who married Louis Jackson, and Elizabeth became Mrs. Arthur Moody. Agnes married Allan Varley.
We grew a big garden on our land and we all worked in it.
I had my mother and father (David and Agnes Brown) and her brother, Ned, settle on the banks of the Little Pembina. We all had many happy times with them, and the kids would spend the summer holidaying with their Gramma and Grampa Brown.
The kids went to school over the winter and one of their favourites was Nellie L. McClung.
Dave used to stutter and Bill would often mimic him. After a while, Dave stuttered no more and by this time it was Bill who stuttered.
We always found our own fun. One time the kids threw stones at the photographer's little glass house where he took pictures of the people who wanted to send them to relatives in England. Also, we would go for rides on the old hand (railroad) cars. The section men worked the railroads as far as Darlingford and LaRiviere. The lot that grew vegetables in the summer was used as a skating rink in the winter. Dave and Bill flooded the lot with water from the well and, thus, ice skating first started in Manitou. It became a very popular sport.
By this time, Frank had a team of horses so he could get out to the different carpenter jobs and haul lumber to the site if need be. In winter, he had time to haul his own wood into town and the boys had to bucksaw the wood needed for the house. Also, he built a small barn and dug a well on the lot our house was on.
The other town boys and girls wanted to come to the Hodgson rink to skate, and to pay for that, the boys sawed the wood. The girls sat on the saw horse to hold the pole on and the boys showed how well they could buck wood. Bill and Dave flooded the rink and kept it in good shape by shoveling the snow. Soon, hockey was born in Manitou.
George eventually became big enough to take his place with his brothers and share in the every day work. Dave did carpentry work with his father until he was seventeen years of age and then he decided to take up the barber trade.
At the age of eight, Bill became the "herd boy" for a syndicate made up by Ned Brown, Jimmy Moore, John McLean, and others. Altogether, fourteen owners had cattle and no summer pasture. At night, all cattle were kept on the Ned Brown farm and each day, from spring to fall, they were brought in and corralled.
In the first year, Bill had hardly become acquainted with the job of "herd boy" when it rained for three days and three nights. The first day the cattle were driven across the creek to the hills and back at night. During the second and third day, Uncle Ned fed some 20 head in the corral; turning them out for water only. The fourth day, and afterwards, the Little Pembina was so swollen with water it was three times worse than the spring flood. It took Uncle Ned and his daughter all of their time to make the cattle cross over to the other side of the creek. But first, Uncle Ned tied Bill on to the saddle so he wouldn't fall off and drown. Remember he was only eight years old. To me, if anything happened to his horse, he would drown anyway. However, the horse was a good swimmer. They and the dog pushed the stock over the bank and they were swimming. The calves would crowd their mothers on the up-stream side. The cows would hold their calves to stop them going down the river with the current and, for the next two weeks, the cows and calves were left on the far side of the river, where they were rounded up each day and driven to the hills, before coming back to the river each night. Bill's horse swam him back and forth over the river like a life raft.
Anyone staying in a herding job in those days could have caught pneumonia or tuberculosis, because there were no decent clothes such as slickers or chaps. This would have been fatal because there were no modern medicines at the time. How greatly we have advanced.
It was very lonely out on the outlook, watching the stock grazing. Even when a coyote or wolf showed up it brought some fun to try to run it or catch it with a rope and wait for it to get loose. Bill said he enjoyed sharing his lunch with the dog and sometimes even, the horse would lie down beside him and the dog; sometimes so close he had to move over so not to get layed on in the side hill. Then one day a black bear came to the Pembina Hills and his horse and dog ran that bear out of there in a hurry.
One day a couple of would be rustlers came into the herd as Bill watched from a patch of scrub. They were looking the herd over when Bill rode in above them and asked them what they thought they were going to do around here. When they told him to lay off, that they were taking cattle, he called them names and sicked the dog on their horses. Before they knew what had happened they were on the ground so Bill and the dog drove off their horses and they had to walk. Bill kept far enough away from them so they couldn't catch him and, by this time, the dog was keeping them nicely in tow. At that moment, Jimmy Moore came over the hill and told those fellows there would be no cattle rustling out there. If they owned any cattle, the syndicate would be pleased to take them at Ned Brown's and give service as for all the owners. Dad got their horses and Jimmy told them to go and not come back or the Mounties would be picking them up.
Bill started herding 70 head of cattle and, at age 13, he and the same dog and horse herded 800 head.
Now Bill was 13 and with an eye for the future, decided to help his dad, Frank, and brother, Dave, in the carpenter business. After one year, Dave left for the barber trade and George worked with Bill and his dad. Bill also left his dad to learn the stone-mason trade and spent two years in this kind of work.
Always at home in the winter, Frank and son Bill hauled wood to town and, during this time, Bill felled a tree on his dad and almost killed him. Luckily Frank had just passed out and, by this hard lesson, Bill learned where to fell trees. Bill cried until his dad regained consciousness and then they got two teams and sleds and hauled wood.
Frank, seeing how well Bill handled horses, bought a quarter of land in the same section as the old Biggar farm which, later, was part of the Biggar farm.
But, to get back to the winters, fathers could see that it was very needful to build a skating rink in town. Dave, Bill and George all played hockey. Also Dummy Harmer, the boy who could put a puck through a full inch board any time and who, on many occasions, ran the goal-keeper out of the net rather than take a shot from him. Many, many times the opposing team played two players on him from start to finish leaving the odd man go free on the Manitou team. I once knew a man named Bill Bisset and he said, "I ran from that Dummy many times. You only had to get hit with a puck of his once and didn't wait around for the second hit."
Manitou turned out some great hockey players. Those kind today would rank with any pro hockey player, maybe even the Russians. During those days, Manitou had hockey players like Baptiste and two more who were United States and Canadian renowned. Baptiste could skate as fast backwards as any locals could skate ahead. He jumped five barrels and Bill jumped eight. George was faster than Bill or Dave. The girls skated as well and took many prizes in fancy skating and costumes.
About this time, Mr. Allan Varley came to Manitou. He was a painter. He rented a room upstairs and asked if he could paint the room; he would supply his own paint and pay for everything. When he finished the job there were flowers all over the walls and ceiling. This effort won him much praise and also a wife in Aggie Hodgson; the first of the Hodgson's to marry.
The Hodgson's place was always a big family home where everyone was always welcome. We had a piano and violin and everybody sang. The parties were swell!
Frank had two young brothers who came to Manitou one winter. They were older than Dave and Bill and always tried to keep them in place. As a result, they didn't like their uncles. These boys left and were never heard from again. What a pity, as today we want to know all our relatives.
As I mentioned previously, Frank had bought a quarter section. Bill and George were sent there for the summer to break up the land as they had built a granary (10x14) and a barn (16x16) for the horses. The granary had a bin to hold oats for the horses and Bill and George "batched" in the rest of the room.
They spent the summer breaking; George driving the horses and Bill hanging on to the handles of the walking plow. The soil was stony - about six inches down. There they learned to be farmers, how to fix up sore shoulders on horses, how to fix a harness - double trees, single tree, take the shoes off and take them to old Mr. Stuart who was the blacksmith for the surrounding countryside, and they also learned how to get along without clothes. One night, coming home in the dark, they got really skunked.
All in all, they broke 35 acres ready for the next years crop. Then, of course, the crop would be put in, more land broken, threshing, fall work and then back to Manitou for winter hockey.
One day, Frank cut his foot with a real sharp axe while chipping wood. The blood gushed out and he almost bled to death. Following his accident, he caught pneumonia and passed away. The year was 1901. His age was 40. The sorrow was great. Here was a mother with a family of young people, not really knowing how to get along. The supervisor was gone and there was no one to turn to say what is best.
The next spring, Dave took over the farm and George and Bill had to go to work. I had to go to the farm as Dave couldn't "batch". His sisters helped him at times when I wasn't there. Running two places was difficult and not what it should be.
This is how I came to marry Andrew Biggar. He lived on the farm next door. Andy had a house and no wife, as she, my sister Margaret Annie, had passed away some years before. Andy and his son Cecil took me and Olive and Elizabeth into their home. Then Ted (Elizabeth) went to Winnipeg to find work. Olive married Louis Jackson. Ted found work as a telephone operator and from there she met and married Arthur (Skipper) Moody. Later, 1914-1918 war he became a skipper.
Bill worked for a well-to-do farmer by the name of Lowrey who had sons and daughters. George went there to work at threshing time. It was very dirty and hard work threshing and keeping the machinery in repair. After three falls of threshing, the Lowrey family sold to Dave, Bill and George. That story of 1907 is for another day and time.
Bill married Bella Moore, the daughter of Jimmy and Catherine. Eventually, Bill and others went to the Province of Saskatchewan to homestead. A great many people got the idea of going to Saskatchewan to homestead. The Stewarts, Cousins, Pickles, Manns, Spencers, Hoods, and Changs were some of the families. It seemed that Manitou and Kaleida were the grass roots for another big development in the farming world. But enough of that.
Let's not forget the Manitou hockey team that, year after year, ended up in Winnipeg playing their game against Keewatin in the finals. And let's not forget all the top Lacrosse players that sprung up in that whole area from Pilot Mound, LaRiviere, Manitou and Darlingford. Also, let's not forget the Kaleida football team that had their heyday before 1914 with only one person, Scotty Summerville, who wasn't related. No wonder they played so well. Who would let the family down?
Whiskey had many bad effects in its day. After a funeral or election campaign, many would-be's fell by the wayside.
I remember one Minister (Rev. Bothwick) in the Kaleida area, as a very young boy. He traveled, sometimes, with the horse and buggy - if some good Christian farmer loaned him a horse and buggy. Other times he rode horseback and he sometimes walked, knowing if he could make a certain place for the night he would have food and a place to sleep. The people would be happy to have a few prayers and maybe sing a few hymns. Then he would be on his way.
The mail came to Winnipeg and each second week, some of the people in the Kaleida area would walk the 100 miles to get the mail and walk back. It took a man three days to walk there, pick up the mail in a pack-sack and return. However, sometimes the "fetcher" would run into someone he knew in Winnipeg and they would have some whisky to celebrate. These times it could take a week to return with the mail. Anyone traveling on foot would be on the lookout for a place to stop for the night or he would be on the prairie alone. The mail carriers would have to travel light.
One winter the boys, Dave, Bill and George, played hooky from school to make skis. They got wood to make three pairs of skis, and after getting them shaped and planed, they decided to go down to the old grist mill and, as it was run by a steam engine, the workers there helped steam the ends up to get them in shape. Then they let them dry. Afterwards, the boys and girls skid, sometimes three people on one pair of skis at a time. This was a practice in coordination. Today this form of skiing is practiced around Bible camps and the like.
Such are some of Annie Maria Hodgson's memories. - Elmore Hodgson
Note: Thelma Hunter (nee Hodgson, George's daughter) said that Maria's fourth child, Margaret, was the first white child to be born in Manitou and to commemorate this fact, Margaret was later presented with a parcel of land. Thelma also said, "I used to write letters for Granny every Sunday and she paid me 25 cents. She told me that she traveled from Galt Ontario to Manitoba via the U.S.A. until they came to the Red River, then went north into Canada to Winnipeg. From there they traveled by ox cart until they came upon the Pembina Valley."
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