In the Year 2018 . . .

While I didn’t do a lot of things, it was certainly a year of adding living people rather than deceased this past year.

Nancie gave me an ancestry dna kit for Christmas 2017 and I got the results back in mid February of 2018. While I am still trying to figure out the many different results, I did get some wonderful and new family added to my life.

While it took a bit to figure out how to get the card, I was finally able to get this before the upgrade of my breakdown:


my first dna card

It was shortly after this that they updated my results and it was with these that i ended up meeting a few family members through my dna.

The first person that I was in contact with was a distant cousin from Australia that is part of my Snabb Family Line. My Grandmothers’ brother Anton Lenart Snabb had moved to Australia and sadly, he passed away in 1948. We did know that he had a daughter, but we did not know what had happened with her until I had found that she had passed away at a very young age. I knew that she had 1 daughter but it turns out that she had 2 and it was the 2nd daughter that was also using dna to search for her birth mother, my Great Uncles’ daughter.

What was really great was that we got to meet when it turns out that her and her husband had already planned a trip/tour up to BC / Alberta from Australia and we were able to meet up here in Vancouver for a few hours before they went back under.

2nd Cousins — Lynelle and Susan

Another Swede-Fin find was with the last name Foresman. My Great-Great Grandmother was Lena Sofia Israeldotter Forsman. Her father was Israel Johansson Forsman. His older brother was Simon Erik Johansson Forsman.

It is through these two gentlemen , that I found another distant cousin, Pierre Forsman. To quote him “Simon Erik J Forsman who was my grandfathers grandfather ” What is nice is that Pierre lives in Florida and travels back to the home land. Like today he posted a video of of driving in Replot, Länsi-Suomen Lääni, Finland. It is through these that I can see where my family came from.

The next was another great find. There was a dna match to a James Rutledge. Sadly it was a few months before he had logged in and got my message on ancestry. It turns out that he is my 2x half cousin. How is he a half cousin you may ask? We both share the same Great Grandfather, Robert Rutledge — me through his first wife, Annie Dicks and he through his 2nd wife, Georgina Gifford.

This was the first time that I was able to be in touch with a Rutledge family member that I did not grow up with. James sent me a few pictures and matching them up with the only photo that I had of my Great Grandfather, I belive it was photos of Robert with his 2nd wife, their daughter that had passed away as a baby and the son that James was descended from. This is the merged photos. What do you think?

Robert Rutledge Merged Photos.

There were others that I have been in touch with, but they were not into really doing researching of past family connections but more about where geographic locations. So while it was nice to speak to them, they eventually never asked or answered questions, but you never know about the future.

But dna is not the only way that you can find or locate family members. Next next round of new family members was via facebook.

The first was started when I was doing one of my google search for my Great Aunt Alice Adele Viktoria Backman as her headstone did not show a married name for her. I came across a family tree that listed her as married. I did what I always did when trying to figure out something, I contacted my cousin Christer Rusén. He related through my Great Grandmother, Fredrika Samuela Rusén as her sister, Maria Evelina is his Grandmother. And as always, he was able to cofirm her marriage and also told me that some of her Grandchild were on facebook and I was able to get in touch with some of them — Pierre and Olaf Ångdal. I hope that I will be able to get in touch with the rest of the family. They are my 2nd cousins.

But that is not the only new Swedish family I was in touch with this past year. Many years ago, I had written to Mercy Abramsson, who is the daughter Dagmar Backman (the sister of my Grandfather, Gustav). Sadly, I think because I didn’t know much if any Swedish and she did not understand much English, we lost touch. That was until a little while ago when I received an email from Sweden — she had kept my letter these past 10 yrs and during a visit with her grandkids she showed them the letter I had sent all those years ago. They were surprised as they didn’t know about their Canadian family. We are 2 x cousin once removed ; and thanks to facebook, I am friends with them: Christian; Sandra & Louise Stark. There are also a couple more that I need to connect with.

There is also the fact that Pierre & Olaf are also 2 x cousin once removed of Christian; Sandra an Louise. i wonder if they know each other?

Now aside from these, I was also able to find the burial locations of many family members as well as photos, documents and places that we have lived in.

I had hoped that I could do the year without having to list a family member having passed this year, but sadly, just a few weeks ago, a distant cousin passed away. Randy Carl Every was through my Compton family line. I meet him a few years ago when I went to a family reunion. I had been corresponding with his Grandma for several years. She lived in Ontario and was a decended from the Lizzie Compton, who was the half sister of my GreatGrandfather, Charles Compton.

Also, sadly, Pierre & Olaf had lost their Mother earlier this year.

To end this year and rather long post, here are the stats of my database.

So now, I end 2018 — I hope that I have not missed anyone or anything .

May all my Family, no matter where in the world have a Happy & Healthy 2019.

My love to all.

St. Cyprian Anglican Parish / Dundas Cemetery . . .

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This cemetery in the Rural Municipality of Rockwood was established on land donated to the St. Cyprian Anglican Parish in 1880.

In the year 2001, a stone rock monument erected in the cemetery for the pioneers of this area, who arrived here from Dundas, Ontario around 1873. It is located in Teulon, Manitoba

In this cemetery, my GGG-Grandparents, Thomas and Mary Ann (Kirby) Dicks are buried along with other other members of the Dicks family line. The following photos were taken this passed in September 2018 by my sister-in-law, Cheryl.

This is the memorial rock that was done in 2001:

THE DUNDAS CEMETERY AND SCHOOL DISTRICT

This area was settled by Campbells of Irish and Scottish decent who began arriving as early as 1873 after an arduous journey over the newly created land link through Ontario, The Dawson Creek Trail they named the area in honor of their former home in Dundas, Ontario. It was not unusual for the men of the district to walk to Winnipeg for supplies and mail, leaving their wives behind the tend their home and families.

The first Post Office to serve the local people was opened in Greenwood in 1875 but from 1879 to 1906 the Foxton Post Office located nearby on SE15-I6-2E. Dundas School District was formed April 1, 1880. In 1881 a log school was built was built NE-16-2E. It was replaced with a wooden structure on on SW14-12-2E in 1889. A new building was replaced in 1954. In 1964 the School District amalgamated and become part of the Interlake School District.

Dundas Cemetery was established in 1880 on land donated by St Cyprian Anglican Parish . It is the resting Place of many of the pioneers who created this district.

Erected in 2001 in Tribute to the Pioneers

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This is many of the photos of the cemetery:


My Great Grandparents


Frederick Dicks – my GGG Uncle


GGG- Uncle Fred and his wife, Bertha Madell


The 6 yrs old daughter of my GGG Aunt Annie (Dicks) Thompson


My GGG Aunt Annie Thompson


Mother & Daughter — Annie and Bertha

And the last one shows an overview of the Dicks Family and where they are buried.

Overview with Annie and Bertha in the back right.

Walter Frederick Dicks . . .

was the 4th child and first son of Walter Dicks and Caroline Beach, my GG Grandparents making him my 2nd Great Uncle. He was born on 22 FEB 1884 • Ottawa, Carleton, Ontario, Canada. At first, it was hard to find his birth record as it is transcribed as Wieser Frederick Dicks, father Walser Dicks, birth date 2 Feb 1884.

These errors are just some of the things I have found makes me that say that Walter was a bit of a man of mystery.

I don’t know much about his childhood, but there was sadness. There were 8 children born into the family but 3 died as small children — his older sister, Ester died in Dec 1894 of consumption at the age of 5; before her death his youngest brother, Gordon Milton was born in April of 1894 and passed away in July of 1894 of Canadian Cholera and then a younger brother, Silas George died of diphtheria in 1896. at the age of 6.

In one of the articles listed below it is said that he attended Kent Street School, which was apparently around for over 100 years before it was taken down. It has apparently been listed as one of Ottawa’s Lost Buildings by the Ottawa Archives.

At some point, Walter followed in his Grandfather, Thos Dicks, and became a bricklayer. And this is where some of the mystery about him comes into play. He signed up in Montreal to join the service but one of the articles says he was a Bricklayer for the last 8 years (before he joined) with the Plasters and Bricklayers of Winnipeg. Was he working with his Grandfather (who lived in Teulon, Manitoba) and travel to Montreal to join? I tried to find him in the 1911 Canada Census but was unsucessful.

Walter was older than most when he joined. The back of his papers list him as 31 yrs and 4mths. He was 5ft 5″ tall, 140 lbs, blue eyes and brown hair.

He joined the 60th Battalion and was part of the following:

Canadian Mounted Rifles

He joined on the 9th of June in 1915 but his Military records say he did not go overseas until 20th of Feb 1916. And it seems he was a little bit of a bad boy as on Jan 1, 1917 per his miltary records:

After this, it looks like he worked hard and finally became a Lance Corporal. Sadly at this time, his father passed away in Ottawa. Looking at the records, it does not seem that he was able to go home. This also brings up a question on one of his records. It is written in red. Who is this person — a member of the miltary or was he a member of the Ottawa Police Department where his father had worked for all those years.

Sadly, Walter was “Killed in Action”

He was instantly killed by an enemy bomb on the night of 4th of October 1918, during and enemy air raid near Bourlen.

As per his will, he left everything to his Mom.

Walter was not shipped home for burial but is buried in Bourlon Wood Cemetery in Bourlon, Departement du Pas-de-Calais, Nord-Pas-de-Calais, France

This is his memorial Walter Frederick Dicks

He is also listed on his parents’ headstone in Beechwood Cemetery,Ottawa, Ottawa Municipality, Ontario, Canada Cenotaph for Walter Frederick Dicks

Articles & Memorial

From the Ottawa Citizen Paper in Ottawa – One Obituary

From the Ottawa Journal October 17th – Article on Walter

Memorial – St. Matthew’s Anglican Church 217 First Avenue Ottawa, Ontario – Church Memorial

And lastly, a distant relative, C Ryan sent me this photo of him — a handsome young man

William Kirby Dicks . .

was my 3rd Great Uncle through my GGG-Grandparents, Thomas Dicks and Mary Ann Kirby.

As per records, William started out as William Kirby, the son of single mother, Mary Kirby. From the http://www.knightroots.co.uk site, his baptism is recorded as:

Page 110 no 873
19 July 1846
William son of Mary KIRBY
Porchester
Single woman

The marriage record shows that Thomas Dicks and Mary Ann Kirby were married in August 1849 and she is listed as a spinster on the record. It was from that day forward William seems to be listed as Dicks not Kirby. So was it an adoption, legal name change or did he just assume his new father’s last name? An example is the 1861 England Census, as he is listed as a Dicks

Household Members
Name Age
Thomas Dicks
Maryann Dicks
William Dicks
Thomas J Dicks
Walter Dicks
Emma Dicks
Maryann Dicks

There is nothing about his childhood except they continued to live in Portchester. At one point, William fell in love and married a Sarah Jane Wardle on 18 Jul 1872 in Hartford, Cheshire, England. They seemed to settle down in the area and William was working at the Hartford Train Station as a porter.

On 1 Jun 1874 in Northwich, Cheshire, their son George was born. But sadly by February, William was dead after an accident at work at end of January 1875. He was only 28 years old, leaving his young wife a widow and his son fatherless. It was around that time I believe that Thomas and Mary with their other children may have already left for Canada. In the inquest, his Aunt Ester (sister of Thomas) is mentioned.

The Death

Thanks to a lovely group of people in a facebook group called 1841 – 1939 & Beyond Genealogy Group Discussion, I was able to find out how William died at such a young age. He was killed in an accident at the Train Station he worked at. There is a newspaper that carried an account of the inquest into his accident.

The British Newspaper Archives
Crewe Guardian
20 Feb 1875

Fatal Accident At Hartford Station

It is hard to read, I guess since it is from 1875, so I will try to translated it.

Fatal Accident At Hartford Station

William Dicks who met an accident at the Hartford Station on Monday evening on 30 January necessitating in the amputation of his right leg under the circumstances reported in the Guardian on the 6th left a widow and one child to mourn his loss. An inquest was held by Mr Dunstan at Mr Morgan’s Railway Hotel in Hartford Hotel. The first witness examined was Mr Arthur Sycon, Station Master at Hartford, who said: The deceased, Mr William Dicks, was a railway porter at the Hartford Station. It was at six-o’clock on Saturday evening 30th of January, after I had given the signal for the 3:40 train from Liverpool to start, I saw the deceased in the act of lifting a box onto his shoulder. He overbalanced himself and started staggering towards the train. He let go of the box, and fell on the footboard of the last carriage but one of the train that was now in motion. He was spun around and in a few seconds he was drawn under the train between the platform and the footboard, and before any assistance could be rendered he was drawn about 25 yards by the train.

The Coroner: Could you tell if the wheels went over him?

Witness: I cannot say positively but what I heard and saw at the time, I am under the impression that his right leg was caught in the spokes of the wheel, the train left him lying between the “fourfeet” and the platform. I went to him immediately. He was quite sensible. I observed that his right leg was broken. Dr Dixson was at once sent for, and after his arrival, the deceased was removed to his own house which was near the station. On the following morning, blood was found on the horsebox which was the last vehicle of the train, and I have no doubt the wound on the deceased’s thigh was caused by that wheel.

Dr Dixson said he examined the deceased before he was removed from the station the night of the accident, and found that his right leg was smashed above the ankle. The bones were considerably broken, and he believed that there were some pieces found on the platform the following morning. He ordered the deceased removed to his house where he attended him daily. Besides the broken leg, there was a large wound on the anterior surface of the right thigh; and various bruises on the body, but they were of no importance. Amputation was performed below the right knee on the same evening. He went on pretty well the first day, but after that the delirium set in.

The Coroner: Was there any hope for his recovery from that time?

Witness: There was hope, in fact last Tuesday he was some much relieved that I had great hope for his recovery; his wounds were beginning to heal and all was going well. On Wednesday night however, there was a change for the worst. At five o’clock on Saturday morning I was sent for, and found him vomiting blood, which was the absolute cause of death.

The Coroner: Supposing you had to give a certificate for death for registration, how would you word it?

Witness: He died from a shock to the system which undoubtedly due to the accident. A vessel gave way and exhausted him.

Ester Dicks said that the deceased was her nephew and was 28 years of age as of last July. He died at half past eleven o’clock on Saturday morning last.

The Coroner summed up, the jury found a verdict of “Accidental Death”

This is his Death Registration:

Death Registration

In the fall of 1875, Sarah remarried a Samuel Jackson. George grew up, married and had 6 children, he died on 31 December 1951 in Speke, Lancashire, England.

Still Need to find/get:

Marriage license (ordered)
Burial locations of William and George.

Hope you found this as interesting as I did — please comment below.

Percy Compton

Percy Compton was the older brother of my Grandmother, Gladys Compton Rutledge.

Percy was born on 17th of July, 1890 in Ripon, Yorkshire, England. He was the first born child/son of Charles Compton and Susannah Winter.

On 13 Mar 1911, Percy married Emma Atkinson in Ripon, Yorkshire, England.

Percy was a saddle & boot maker in the years before WWI. He and Emma had a son while she was still living with him in England. Sadly, Emma and Walter George left Percy in England and went to Canada with her Mother-in-Law and arriving on 24 Jun 1916 in Quebec, Canada.

Percy had joined the Service just a month before on May 16, 1916. He was in the Royal Regiment of Artillery. What is interesting is that he is listed as having 2 children but according to the paperwork, his daughter was born in December of 1916 — but if he joined in May, how is the possible to show her already born?

Was Emma pregnant when she left England and had Marjorie in Canada or is the date on his paperwork wrong?

This is the only photo I have of him, I received it from his Grandson, Robert Compton.

Percy Compton

During WWI, he lost his only brothers — Harold was killed in Action in November 1916 and then Charles Duncan was killed in Action at Vimy Ridge on April 4, 1917.

I can imagine the joy in my Great-Grandparents hearts when on 03 Jun 1919 that Percy arrived home in Montreal, Quebec and then headed home to Toronto.

Once back, the small family continued to live in Ontario, but sadly Percy and Emma divorced. It is not known what happened to her but it is believed that she moved away, remarried and possibly had more children.

When the family moved to BC, Percy came along and at some point married Constance Lena Hood. My Dad referred to them as Uncle Percy and Auntie Connie. According to records, they lived not far from my Dad and his family, at 3125 Rumble Street in Burnaby, BC. The house does not exist now but was close to Boundary Road which is the divide between Vancouver and Burnaby, BC.

Uncle Percy passed away in 1948 and when I got his death registration, the date of his birth is 1898 but his headstone says 1890 as does his military papers. I was a little surprised when I read in the paperwork that it says he died in Oakalla Prison Farm !!!! Oh my God, what was he in for?? How long had he been in there?? I was shocked and didn’t know what to do.

So, I phoned my Dad. We talked for a little bit but how do you ask your Dad if his Uncle was a prisoner. So I mentioned that I had gotten the Death Registration for Percy so that I could find where he was buried. My Dad is like yes. Umm, Dad, why did he die in Oakalla? Silence then laughing my Dad says “Nothing bad” Does the registration say anything about his work? Yes, he is listed as a shoe maker. That is it — he was a shoe maker and teacher of the prisoners — teaching them how to make shoes. Nothing bad — he went home everyday, except the day he died.

The story goes that he was at work, it was lunch time. He was sitting with his workmates and when it came time to go back to work, he was dead. He had a major heart attack and no one noticed.

Obituary

This is his headstone, which is located inbetween his Mom and later, his sister (my Grandma)

Headstone

I don’t want to end this on a sad note so I will tell a story that my Dad told me about his Uncle Percy.

Apparently, Percy was in a Marching Band. He like to practice his instrument and his marching by walking up and down the rows of his raspberry patch in his backyard. He liked to do this on Saturday mornings.

Sounds ok, right?? Except his instrument was, ready for this one — Bagpipes!!!

I can just picture it — a grown man, former soldier, teacher, etc walking in the raspberry patch early on a Saturday morning playing the bagpipes!!!!

That is my family!!!!

Anton Lennart Snabb

This is a story about my Great Uncle.

Anton was the 2nd son, 5th child of Johannes Snabb and Lena Forsman. He was born on the 8th of February 1903 in Björköby, Finland. He was the older brother of my Grandmother, Edit Amanda Snabb.

There is no one that can tell me about his life in Finland but on June 6th, 1927 he left for Australia. The following is the record of his leaving:

June 06, 1927

Passenger Records:
Last name: Snabb
First names: Anton
Age or age group: 24
Port of departure: Hanko
Place of destination: Sydney
State of destination: NSW
Country of destination: AUS
Price of ticket: GBP 40
Ship from Finland: Arcturus
Date of departure from Finland: 15.06.1927
Ship from England: Osterley
Date of departure from England: 25.06.1927
Ocean Line: Orient Line
Port of departure in England *
List and page 131/10
Remarks Vaasa!

Register of Australian Finns:
Last name: Snabb
First names: Anton Lennart
Naturalization –
Date of birth: 1903
Birth place: Raippaluoto
Birth province: Vaasan
Date of arrival to Australia: 1927
Marital status –
Wife/husband –
Address in Australia –
Occupation in Australia –
English proficiency –
Travel route / ship –
Places of residence in Australia –
Consulate’s register # 1251/17.1.1928
Consulate’s register number –
Occupation
Date of Passport 1927.5.25.
Additional passport information 1 v, Raippaluoto,
SHO identification # S/m/7/6
Date of departure from Finland 10.6.1927
Age 24
Route / price Hango – Sydney, £40
Additional ticket information Wasa
Consulate’s archive information – Information from Swedish archives

While searching on the Australia websites, I came to find a photo of his passport, which surprised me as it was not a facial photo but a full body shot —
Anton L Snabb

Once arriving in Australia, all records seem to show that he moved to New South Wales, eventually settling in Coorabella near Byron Bay. The description is “Byron Bay is a coastal town in the southeastern Australian state of New South Wales.”

He applied for and received Citizinship in about 1939. Here are couple of the documents confirming this. The entire document is just over 49 pages long. On the 2nd page, is is a description of him, his life since arriving in Australia and also lists his occupation as a fruit grower.

I wonder if he filled out the Declaration form as if you read it, it lists his father as “Ganhanse” instead of the correct spelling of Johannes. Could it have been someone that spelt it as it sounded?

Also in the pages, there was a copy of the Notice that had been put in the paper:

It was in this same year that he was married to Marjorie Flodin Armstong.

Wedding Registration

It was 2 years after that, their daughter, Marjorie was born — this was the announcement in the The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW) published on May 29, 1941, but they spelt Anton’s name as Andrew:

Birth Annoucement

I found an article on Anton from when he got in trouble for growing bananas without the proper permit. In December 1942, the following article was in the published in the Northern Star paper about his fine. It is also noted that he seemed to go by Andrew Snabb now but does also go by Anton at times. At least, despite the fine, he is said to have a great character.

Bananas

I received the following photo from another Snabb cousin in Finland, it is Anton and his family. I don’t have a date but it would have been before his death in 1948.

Family

Sadly, Anoton died on August 26, 1948. He is buried in Bryon Bay Cemetery. It took me several years, but then a cousin from my English side, lives in Australia and she was able to find his burial and took photos for me.

His obituary:
obit

His headstone:

Headstone

His wife, eventually remarried and it was in the past few years, I found a step-daughter on line who sadly informed me that Anton’s daughter had passed away at the young age of 29. She is buried in Mt Thompson Memorial Gardens.

My hope is to one day be in contact with her daughter.

Gordon Elliott Rutledge

my Grandfather.

Looking back, I have realized that I have never written about my Grandfather, father of my father.

So here is what I know and what I remember about my Grandpa.

Gordon was born on Mar 3, 1903 on by a Dr. J Argue. He was later christened in the McLeod St United Church by Rev Wm Timberlake. He was the younger brother of Walter Russell, who had been born 2 years early. Their parents were Robert Rutledge, son of Irish immigrants and Annie Dicks, daughter of English immigrants.

Sadly, 4 years later, their life would change for the worse, Annie Rutledge died of tuberculous on January 12, 1907. I often wonder who stepped in to Mother my Grandpa during those years and how different he would have been had his Mother have lived. Was there a woman in his world or was it just 3 men surviving through their grief?

This is Grandpa in about 1911, a few months after he got a step-Mother and soon more heartache.

On June 29, 1910, his father Robert Rutledge was to marry Georgina Gifford and in May of the following year, she gave birth to a daughter, Verna Eileen Hope. Sadly, she passed away less than a year later. Two years later, another son, Grant was born. The thing I find strange is neither my Grandpa or Father ever mentioned them while I was growing up. In fact, there was nothing ever said about his teenage years or how he met my Grandma but meet her he did.

And within a few years, my Grandpa had the first 2 of his children — his only daughter — Verna (named after his sister and Robert (possibly named after his Father)

It was sometime after that the Grandpa with Grandma, 2 kids along with her parents and possibly her sister and her family left Toronto to drive across Canada and settle in Burnaby, BC. What was happening that made them travel across the country? Was he already set up for a job? What had happened that he left the City he had grown up in? I don’t know if he ever went back for visit.

He settle around several different houses in Burnaby, and soon the family expanded with the birth of 2 more sons — my father, Walter and then my Doug. The little family was complete. In time, they settled into the house on Smith Avenue. It was in the shadow of Central Park and the train tracks. He started working for Woodwards Department Store as a Grocery Clerk and he was there for close to 40 years — below is on his day of retirement in 1968

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Over time, his children grew, moved out, married and then as life does, the next generation came — the grandchildren. And then there was another great loss.

On January 15, 1963, his wife, my Grandmother passed away. In many ways it was the beginning of the end for the close family ties. I don’t remember any large family gatherings at Christmas, like the one in the following picture. It was like she was the glue that held us together. I have to believe that it was the lack of a Mother in his early years that made him not as loving. But as a family we held some things together.

My Mom and her sister-in-laws stepped in to cook meals for him, as my Mom once said he didn’t know how to boil water for an egg. He had his job, his woodworking and his garden.. oh his garden, it was a beautiful, magical place — with berry patches(raspberries, salmon berries), flowers and the fish pond that had a little trail circling it. It was still there years later when my daughter visited him.

But the garden was special because it was through his love of gardening that he met the next love of his life, he met and married Mabel. She was a wonderful lady who brought with her a teenage daughter, Roberta. Then life went on — small little family dinners with one group or another, visits at Christmas time, the arrival of Great Grandchildren, and some Great-Great Grandchildren.

The house on Smith Avenue was sold and no longer is the little house with the red stairs and magical garden in the back.

Grandpa passed on October 1993. He was cremated and several years later I learned that his ashes had been scattered in the Indian Arm. Mabel moved to be with her daughter in Alberta and she passed several years later. I don’t know where her daughter or children are now.

The family here is gone and scattered as well to the many corners of the world but I like to believe that the many ones that have moved on are together again, having tea (or a beer) and looking down at us all and protecting those that are still here.

Below are a few of the legacy that came from him — a complicated man who had losses throughout his life but will always just be my Grandpa.

Rutledge Kids

The Compton Mystery

This is one of the reasons that I have finally gotten my dna done.

My 5th Great Grandfather is William Compton

He was born about 1730 and died in 1817 in Petersfield, Hampshire, England. He was married to Elizabeth Scut and together they had 5 children with their son, John being the line that I will eventually be born into.

My mystery is that I do not know who his parents are. This means I could be from one of two Compton trees — a regular family with a regular life or I could come from the family that has / had a castle, an adopted Royal bastard child, a brother that married his adopted sister, several children that might or might not be a Compton or maybe the Stable boy. Then there is the wife that ran away to France and lived there. Now which branch would you want?

Now there are people that list his father as a Thomas Compton and ties us in with the wilder family but there is no paper proof that I have ever seen. To me, without paper record you really aren’t sure.

This is where I hope that dna will be able to help me. If I can find someone who connects me with their Compton line back around 1730, then maybe just maybe it will solve this little mystery.

DNA

First of all, Happy New Year. I am hoping that this year I can work more on here and the genealogy site as well.

Well, Nancie fulfilled my dream of the last few years — she bought me this:

And I know that some will wonder why I need dna when I know where most people come from but there are a lot of questions that I hope to find answers to. As well, I can end up finding distance relatives.

One of the questions relates to the Compton family. Years ago, I met a woman who lives in Victoria, BC – we have a lot of common relations but not the one that connects us. Thee is one person that would link us — but while some list his father as being one person there is not really any proof and I want proof before I link to him. If I could get that proof somehow it would confirm his brothers and sisters as well as link to a most interesting group of Comptons including a possible illegitimate royal baby adopted by a Compton. And then the story after it is unbelievable.

And my Swedish vs Swede-Finn side — From the Swedish side, I know that I am partly from Backman (Grandpa) but from my Swede-Finn side I also have Backman in the mix — are the 2 Backman branchs linked somehow?

And where do either side come from — what other dna lurks in my blood?

I will never have the pure dna as I could never convenience either Dad or Mom to do it for me. But whatever I get will be interesting. I wonder what my blood will show — maybe I am a reltive of Harry and will be at the wedding.

Family Lore — Are we Witches????

There is a Family Lore that we could possibly decedents of the Witches of Salem through our Beach Family Line.

In 1653, there was a woman that was named Goody Knapp who was hung from the gallows and then her body removed and taken down to be examined by several women. It was said to be strange sight was this group of 7 women gathered around to “examine a naked woman”.

This is where our relative comes in, with a little confusion.

Mary Staples was one of the woman and she was later accused of being a witch herself. The confusing part is that no one really knows which Mary Staples it was as there were 2 Mary Staples – my 9th Great Grandmother and her daughter, Mary who was married into the Beach Family to John Beach.

What happened is that one of the founders of Connecticut Colony, Roger Ludlow accused Mary Staples of making “a trade of lying” and that “she was probably a witch.” This is found in court papers from 1654.

She was also accused of being good friends with Goody Knapp by Roger Ludlow. This resulted in Thomas Staples (9th Great Grandfather) filing a lawsuit again Roger for slander. Thomas won the case, and the celebrated Roger Ludlow was fined 15 pounds.

There have been other stories about that it could have been that daughter, Mary that was the accused but most of the stories are about Mary, wife of Thomas.

So, maybe people have it wrong — I am not a “”*itch” but a Witch!!!!