The need to organize

all my paper docs which include — photos, newspaper articles, stories , military records, burial records and many many more things.

When i started I had just everything in either English / Irish side vs Swedish / Finnish side along with binders of paper copies of Family tree information sent to me.

I figure that I will put them as per last name with the ones with most info in larger binders then names which I have smaller amounts of info in smaller ones. Hopefully there will be enough room.

The black binders would be (these are my England / Canada / Ireland / Scotland lines):

  • Rutledge
  • Elliott
  • Dicks
  • Beach
  • Mccargar
  • Kirby
  • The blue binders would be(these are my Sweden and Finland lines):

  • Snabb
  • Backman
  • Rusén
  • Forsman
  • These are just some of the names as there are a lot of names, but these would be the main lines.

    But getting organized is really, really taking a bit because i dont have the space to take it out and leave it out because the cats will mess it up or it messes up our tiny dining room.

    These are just some of the stuff needing to be organized

    Top shelves:


    Bottom shelves:


    To help, I have ordered more, smaller binders, dividers and plastic sheet covers. Hopefully it will start to look better organized in the next few weeks.

    Anyone think of a better way to do this, let me know.



    Update to Lost Cemeteries

    Back in 2014, I wrote about the Lost Cemeteries in New Westminister —

    Lost Cemeteries

    Well after a number of years of fighting, they have finally set a date for the reconstruction of the High School in 2017.

    And while they say that the school will not be built on any of the cemeteries, there are still people that are opposed to the new building on the land. The New Westminster Indian Band and Chinese Benevolent Society of Vancouver seem to support the project, there are other groups like the B.C. Union of Indian Chiefs and Reconciliation for Canadians say they’re opposed.

    The spokesman for the Reconciliation for Canada has stated “The public needs to understand that what they’re talking about is the desecration of a commissioned cemetery” There are apparently at least 33 families that have a stake in the cemetery and they have not been spoken with.

    These were cemeteries for people of colour, that that these were commissioned cemeteries in the late 19th century.

    There are no records that these cemeteries were ever decommissioned, but there is an application in 2009 to have the New Westminster School site deemed a Heritage Designation but as of this date, there has been nothing done.

    The Government announcement stated:

    The existing school was built on land formerly used as a burial ground, public works yard and staging area for the military during the Second World War. The new school building will be located on portions of the site outside the burial areas. All work within the designated heritage areas will be monitored by an archeologist to ensure the heritage requirements are met and any historic artifacts are appropriately recorded.

    It will be interesting to watch as going forward this rich history that, for lack of a better word, has been buried since the school was originally built in 1949.

    Hopefully soon, all those buried there will finally get to rest in peace.


    Ocean View Burial Park

    is one of the many cemeteries in the Lower Mainland that I like to visit, not only for the beauty and peacefulness there, but also because my Grandma, Great-Grandmother and Great Uncle are buried there.

    Ocean View was established in 1919 on 89 acres in the Burnaby, BC — across the street from Burnaby Central Park. There are many interesting places within the cemetery, including the Abbey Mausoleum which was the first Mausoleum in British Columbia.

    The Mausoleum construction was started in 1928 and was originally going to be much larger, but with the start of the Great Depression, it was stopped in 1931. The Mausoleum has a number of beautiful stained glass windows, as well as a number of Famous people buried within in.

    Some photos from the Abbey —

    Front Entrance

    Front Entrance

    Stained Glass Window

    Stained Glass Window



    There is also a small Norman Church that is used for Special Sunday services and is surrounded by many of the cremation gardens.

    Chapel from outside courtyard

    Chapel from outside courtyard

    Side Entrance to courtyard

    Side Entrance to courtyard

    Inside of Chapel

    Inside of Chapel

    There are also a number of small cremation locations within the cemetery

    Cremation plots

    Cremation plots

    Sadly, since I took this picture of the entrance fountain, they have painted it blue and the driveway has become unusable because of the tree roots that have broken up threw the driveway.

    Entrance off of Willingdon and Imperial

    Entrance off of Willingdon and Imperial

    Here are links to my family buried there:

    Gladys Marion Compton – My Grandma

    Susannah Compton Rutledge – My Great Grandma

    Percy Compton – My Great Uncle


    Descendant of a Hessian Soldier

    Through my Beach Family line which is (click on picture to make it larger):


    Johann Friederich Luecke aka John Frederick Luke was my 5th Great Grandfather, born in Germany.

    For those that do not know a Hessian Soldier is the term given to the 18th-century German auxiliaries contracted for military service by the British government, who found it easier to borrow money to pay for their service than to recruit its own soldiers.

    The soldiers got their name from the German state of Hesse. They were used in several combat roles, including in the Irish Rebellion of 1798, but they are most widely associated with combat operations in the American Revolutionary War (1775-1783).

    Photo of a Hessian Soldier: hessiansoldier

    This I find interesting because being part Irish (through the Rutledge / Elliot line) probably fought in the Irish Wars and I know that there were Beach family members that fought in the American Revolutionary War for the Americans.

    In trying to find out more about him, I used one of the most important tools — google. From this I came across a woman in New Brunswick, who is also related to him as he is her 3rd Great Grandfather. She is related to me as my 3 x cousin 2 times removed. Alice sent me a letter, along with an article she wrote and was published in the “The Hessians: Journal of the Johannes Schwalm Historical Association, Volume 9, 2006”

  • Johann Freidrich Luecke (John Frederick Luke) was born in 1757 in the village of Gross Else in the Duchy of Brunswick
  • He was part of the von Rhetz Regiment that was part of the 2nd Division of the Brunswick Army sent to North America in 1776
  • He and his fellow soldiers camped in Fort St. Anne, Canada where they trained in the winter and spring
  • He was believed to be part of the invasion of New York on June 1, 1777
  • there are Luke family papers that state he was involved in the both the Bennington and Saratoga but was more likely engaged in the fighting in the Battles of Freeman’s Farm and Bemis Heights
  • Brunswick Army Records report that he was a prisoner of war but unknown whereabouts. This usually means that he probably walked off the march and was take in as a servant with an American
  • Soon after he deserted, he is said to have been looking for a wife and found one in Betsey Stone, the daughter of Abel and Lydia Stone. It seems that both he and his future father-in-law may have been present during that fateful day in Saratoga where John was taken prisoner.
  • It is believed that he and Betsey married in 1778 but many researchers and family descendants have seached but a marriage record has never been found..
  • He lived in Windsor County, Vermont, USA from about 1779 to 1799 this being where most of his children were born.
  • Around 1800, John and his family moved to South Gower, Ontario, Canada. It may have been becauseof the Proclamation of the Lieutenant-Governor of Ontario, John Graves Simcoe, concerning the free land in Canada.
  • It is noted that John Luke settled in 1801, on Lot No 4, in the 4th Concession. He was a British solidier.
  • It is in this same area that the Beach Family also settled
  • They travelled between the US and Canada for the remaining days. Both John and Betsey are said to have died in Canada but it is not know where they are buried.
  • It is rumoured that they are buried in the South Gower Cemetery, but there is no listings for them on the burial records. A number of the Beach family line is buried there.
  • They are listed on a family headstone in the Amboy Cemetery, Amboy, Oswego County, New York.
  • John Frederick Luke

  • The monument was erected in about 1883, by Lewis D Luke about 40 years after the death of John Luke. The inscription for John and Betsey is:
  • Luke, John died 15 Dec 1839 AE 96 yrs

    Luke, Betsey his wife died 27 Jan 2854 AE90 yrs

    So, now I am not only English, Irish, Scottish on my Dad’s side, I have a little German as well.

    — Susan

    Oh and if you have read this far, it is interesting to know that the Headless Horseman might have been a Hessian Solider!

    Kiss Me – I am Part Irish

    so, I will be drinking Green Beer tomorrow.

    Although I don’t talk about it, I am Irish through my Dad’s Family.

    Starting with my 3rd Great Grandfather:

    — Robt Rutledge was born in Ulster, Northern Ireland
    –Jane Thomson (his wife) was Scottish

    –Robt Rutledge (son of above) was born in Ulster, Northern Ireland
    came to Canada as a baby and married
    — Ellen Elliott who was born in Ulster, Northern Ireland and came to Canada with her parents (Robert Elliott and Elizabeth Graham born in Ulster, Northern Ireland)

    The son of Robt and Ellen Rutledge was Robert Rutledge. He married Annie Dicks and they had my Grandpa, Gordon Elliott Rutledge.

    It must be the Irish in me that makes me love cabbage, corn beef, beer.

    So to all my fellow Irish Family:


    The Year End . .

    this has been a sad year, so hopefully 2016 will be much better than 2015 was.

    This was the year that I lost 2 men in my life that were the only men that really made me realize that not all were jerks.

    The first was my Dad. It was a sudden and shocking end to the man that has always been there for me, no matter what I did — he was there. It has been 9 months and there are times that I will still feel my eyes water up and an ache in my heart that doesn’t seem to want to go away. But I realize that he is watching over me and will be there with open arms when my time comes.

    Then, I lost a best friend just a few weeks after my Dad. Doug was the husband of my best friend and was, like my Dad, a father figure to Nancie. He was a wonderful man who could make you laugh and cry at the same time. He was a wonderful husband and father as well as a Father to numerous kids over the years. A true heart of Gold.

    Both these deaths did throw me for a little loop and I put most things on hold for awhile. Family Tree just didn’t seem all that important to write about, but as time has gone on, I have written about a few things including the Actor that is a distant branch of my tree.

    So, unfortunately, the Stats are small — not a large jump in the number of people but mostly working in adding dates, burial locations, etc.


    although you don’t always know how the tree will grow in a new year — this I am sure of — I am getting a new little branch this month (if he decides to come on time)

    So, hopefully it will be a wonderful new year for family — close and distant this year.

    Love always


    Slingsby Lane — A Compton Branch

    the Slingsby Line is through my Great-Great Aunt Lizzie Compton, daughter of William Walter Compton and Jane Franks. Upon the death of Jane, William remarried and had my Great-Grandfather, Charles Compton.

    Lizzie had a interesting life — in England she married Samuel Slingsby. Together, they had 3 daughters. Sadly, Samuel died around 1892. Lizzie then married his brother, Harry Slingsby, with whom she had 4 more children. With all her children and husband, she moved to Canada — Toronto, Ontario in 1905.

    Harry was killed in a Tram accident in 1911, leaving Lizzie to raise her children alone.

    Slingsby Lane is named after one of these children, and the story of how it came about is a wonderful thing that is findagrave & genealogy.

    Sapper Walter Samuel Slingsby was with the Canadian Royal Engineers. His death occurred when two lorries collided on a beach. He was buried in Brookwood Cemetery, Surrey, England.

    I had found the memorial for Sapper Walter Samuel Slingsby and had him linked to his family and added a small bio about his death. When he died, he left behind a wife and 6 small children.

    In the summer of 2012, I received a note on my findagrave page, asking me to contact a man at the Toronto City Hall as they wanted to get permission to name a lane after him.

    Hi Susan,

    I believe you may be able to help me. I am looking for any next of kin to Samuel Walter Slingsby or Viola Slingsby.

    My name is Brian Hall, I work with the City of Toronto and we would like to name a new residential lane to honour Samuel Walter Slingsby of the Royal Canadian Engineers, who was killed in action during WWII on February 7, 1943. According to the Toronto Telegram, he lived on Connaught Avenue, Newtonbrook, (North York district of Toronto) leaving behind his wife Mrs. Viola Slingsby. I just noticed on this website he had 6 children.

    I saw your name and your connection to Samuel Walter Slingsby or Viola Slingsby. Is there anyone in your family that could e-mail us permission to name this new residential “Slingsby Lane”. I can give you more details if I receive a response.

    As I am not a direct relative, I forwarded the request to a great-niece, Caroline Katsios. Through Caroline, we were able to get ahold of several closer relatives, including the Grand-daughter of of Walter, Barb Sims and also Kelly Moore. It was through various emails, permission was granted and Slingsby Lane came into reality in late 2013.

    I have tried for months to get a photo, and finally thanks to another member of the Compton line, Dave Percy, I was sent the photo. Here is the location on google maps and then the photo of the sign.


    And thanks to Dave:


    So, through this little sign a family name will live on.

    And it is thanks to findagrave, International Wargraves Photography Project and genealogy that linked together myself, Caroline, Barb and Kelly.

    The Story of the Actor and his brother — Clothier Family Line

    through our Family Line we are related to the Clothier Family. It is not a direct relationship, but one of the many branches in our Tree.

    A little Background:

    The Lines cross through Mercy May Clothier — she was married to my 5th Great Uncle, Mahlon Beach. Mercy May is the 3rd Great Aunt of 2 Clothier Brothers. So, while our branches do intersec we are not directly related.

    The brothers are: John George Clothier and his older brother, Robert Allan Clothier.

    Now comes the interesting part about Robert — turns out that he played Relic on the TV show The Beachcombers.


    He was not only a great actor, but he was a Member of the Royal Canadian Air Force. He was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross on December 5, 1944. He was the sole survivor of a plane crash at Boundary Bay, BC. Robert was the pilot of a Mitchell bomber that crashed on takeoff. Three other died but while Robert survived, he was severely injured with a broken back. He was paralyzed from the waist down for two years.

    Sadly, his younger brother was also a pilot in a Bomber Command and he died in Wales on March 5–6, 1945.

    The story of his death, is a sad one.

    It is said that he was on a flight and they were mistaken for a German bomber and shot down. Apparently, with the Germans’ short on fuel for planes, they would follow the Canadian/English planes back to where they were about to land and then fire at them. It was at this time, that although he did not need to be on the run, F/L Clothier was a pilot on a plane that had just done a raid and was heading home. It is recorded that 32 planes were lost or damaged over England that night.

    He is buried in Rockfield (St. Cenhedlon) Churchyard, Whales.


    Robert was still recovering from his near-death crash when his brother was killed in what could only have felt like a senseless death as the war was almost over at that point in time.

    But another family branch that was effected by war.

    Anders Snabb — A distant cousin in Finland

    This is the story of my cousin 3x removed who was a member of the White Guard in Finland. And what happened after his death to his family.

    Anders Johan Andersson Snabb

    First, I should explain what the White Guard is.

    According to Wikipedia:

    The White Guard (Finnish: Suojeluskunta, plural: Suojeluskunnat, Finland-Swedish: Skyddskår, literary translated as Protection/Defense Corps) was a voluntary militia that emerged victorious over the socialist Red Guard as part of the Whites in the Finnish Civil War of 1918. The Finnish term Suojeluskunta has received many different approximations in English, including the literal translation Protection Corps, Security Guard, Civic Guards, National Guard, White Militia, Defence Corps, Protection Guard, and Protection Militia. They were generally known as the White Guard in the West due to their opposition to the communist Red Guards.

    This is a story I received from a distant cousin, Mona Britwin.

    He had already lost his older brother in a drowning accident, while he was fishing with his father, and his half-sisters had married into other families. Jossas Anders did inherit the whole Snabb home and accompanying lands. That was a lot of land in Björköby at that time.

    Jossas Anders — passport photo:


    Family Home, built by his Father in 1909, photo from about 1915.


    The family was patriotic which means Jossas Anders was in the “White guard” and in the Finnish civil war fighting for the “whites” against the “reds”.

    I don’t have the date that he joined, but by the age of 26, he had died in the battle in Vaskivesi, Finland in October 1918. Leaving behind a wife and 2 children. Sadly, the following year (1919) both his children died of scarlet fever, leaving their Mother and Grandmother alone in the family home.

    But with a big home and lands came many responsibilities. Jossas Cajs (his Mother) took over all duties inside the house and Lina (his wife) took over all the men’s work, such as plowing the fields and growing potatoes.

    The size of the fishing grounds you owned were proportional to how much land you owned. The landowner was supposed to go fishing with other landowners and then split the fish equally. Jossas Lina was now forced to go with the men on long fishing trips a long way out from our home island, quite a hard life.

    There is a photo where she is with five other fishermen in August 1924.


    Despite losing a husband/son to the War, Lina and Cajs continued to be patriotic and sided with the “white” side, even giving the white guard a part of their land to practice shooting.

    Folklore Museum

    In Björköby, there is a Folklore Museum and there are a couple of photos as well as uniforms that were apparently worn by Anders. According to the story, you can see the bullet hole where he was shot and killed. The others in the photos are his wife and children.



    Lastly, is the Monument for the Soldiers and also the family headstone. Both are located in the cemetery in Replot.



    My Dad . . .

    as most of you all know, my Dad passed away on March 26, 2015. I did a memorial for him on findagrave which is:

    Walter N. Rutledge

    When I need to, I go there and have that connection to him.


    I have written and re-written this several times as I had the need for it to be perfect, but you know after several attempts, rewrites, tears and more, I have come to a conclusion — it does not need to be perfect, it needs to be my memories, my feelings about my Dad and nothing else. If people don’t read or comment, or anything, it is my release of my feelings for the man I love (I can put loved because I still love him).

    Things that I remember.

    My Dad was a truck driver — driving the big rigs as they say. There were times that we did not see him because he was doing a long haul but most of his work was in the Lower Mainland, so he left for work in the morning, just before we left for school and then was home for dinner.

    Breakfast for my Dad for years was always the same: Frosted Flakes during the week and eggs and bacon and toast on the weekends. Oh, and coffee but though I don’t think all too common for men of his age, he liked a glass of milk.

    Dinners in our house, when I look back could be funny. You see, he taught us that what was on your plate, you eat. Your Mother worked hard cooking that meal, you eat it. Well, kids being kids, we didn’t always want to eat what was on the plate — so that would bring out the bell! My Dad would set the clock on the stove for so many minutes and you had better have eaten. And if all 3 of us were still at the table — no talking!!!!!

    So, we would make signs — like a ticking clock — tick tick tick then the bell ringing and getting in trouble for not eating. But you know, I don’t think we ever really got in trouble. Mad, sent to our room but nothing really serious.

    My Dad use to bring home the most interesting things. Comic books with half the front cover gone was one of them. Apparently, back in those days, when comics were being returned because they had not been sold, half of the front cover would be cut off, so they could not be sold in other places. But somehow, my Dad was always able to get us some.

    Another memory is when my Dad worked for a bar in New Westminster. It was called the Eagles Club, just up from Columbia on 4th, I think.

    When on a Saturday, after my parents had been shopping or something, sometimes, my Dad would stop at work and take my Mom in for a drink. We 3 kids would have something to play with in the car and Dad would bring out pop and these little sandwiches — I think they were called Cubans but they were so good. I have never found anything that tastes like it now.

    Today, you would be in major trouble for leaving your 3 kids in a car, in an alley behind a bar. But we were looked after and never had any problems.

    Camping — Dad loved to camp and fish. And he would work all day, while my Mom loaded up the camper. Depending on where we were going, we would either leave right after he got home from work or leave early the next morning. And my poor Dad — if there was one thing that bothered him about camping — it was the driving because at least once or twice or three times or more — he had to help deal with the fact that either Gaile or I would get car sick. Sometimes, we managed to get to a spot where he could pull over and we raced out to get sick at the side of the road but most times, we had paper bags that we used, unless you count the time that I threw up on Gaile’s head (sorry about that sis) and it was something that Ron never forgave me for. While my Mom would deal with us, my Dad would have to clean out the car — something that I know he didn’t enjoy but did.

    Then he would loaded his sick girl or girls, his son (who never got sick) and wife back in the car and on the way. And this would be after a day of work or early in the morning.

    Our favorite place was owned by people he had known most of his life — The Stockdales — they had a campsite just past Daisy Lake. We camped there every summer for years — weekends and then sometimes 2 weeks if Dad got holidays. We had a tent camper that was parked at the beginning of summer and left til as late in the fall as possible.

    There were times when Dad would leave us up there and go home and work for the week and come back on Fridays. I think he missed being up there with us.

    He taught us how to fish up there, cooked the best breakfasts over an open fire, made the best campfires where we would sit til late at night laughing, talking and roasting marshmallow with the Stockdales, their family and other campers.

    I wish that it hadn’t been developed like I have heard it has, it would have been the perfect place for his ashes.

    But before crying and wishing it was so, here is another story about Dad and Charlie Banana — the not so wild Chipmunk.

    We were always feeding the squirrels and chipmunks at the campsite or out in the woods. Well, there was this one little Chipmunk that seemed to stay with us for the entire summer. We named him Charlie Banana. He loved his peanuts.

    When I was out with Mom this past weekend, she reminded me of a story about him and Dad. It seems that Dad would make him work for his peanuts by hiding them in his pockets. It seems that there was this one time that Dad forgot about the peanut in his shirt pocket and was standing there and Charlie decided he wanted the peanut that was hidden — problem was he ran up Dad’s leg — which at this time, he was wearing shorts!!!! Ouch!!!! As Charlie ran up his leg!!!

    And then there was the time that we ran out of peanuts . . . . . .

    But this post is getting long and I need to get to work, so that will have to wait for now.

    Hopefully, finishing this post, I will be able to get back to things here, that the grief will not last forever but will become happy memories of him instead.