All around the world

I have been thinking a lot about family and trying to figure out how far and wide they are spread around the world.

So, what do I know:

My Maternal Side

This side breaks down as:

  • Sweden – Canada, US
  • Finland – Canada, US and Australia
  • I have been in touch with family in the US but I have never been able to track down anyone in Australia. I know that my Great-Uncle Anton Snabb went to Bryon Bay, New South Whales. He was married and had 1 daughter who, I was told, married and had 1 daughter.

    I have a picture of my Great Uncle, his wife and their daughter taken shortly before he died in 1948. Marquerite died in 1971. Did she have more than one child? Did her children have children? Maybe one day I will find out.

    UPDATE: A lovely cousin from my Paternal side that lives in Australia sent me links to a bunch of articles on Anton!!!

    My Paternal Side

    Now this side is world-wide. I have been able to trace family all over the world – England, Ireland, France, Australia and US.

    It breaks down as:

  • Rutledge – Ireland/Scotland to Canada
  • Elliott – Northern Ireland
  • Dicks – England to Canada
  • Beach – England, USA to Canada
  • Compton – England then to Canada, France, Australia
  • McCargar – England, US, Canada, Australia, New Zealand
  • So, the one thing that I have noticed is that both sides seem to have gone down to Australia.

    Now, do you know where in the world your family is??

    Why I love cemeteries

    This blog is called The Love of Cemeteries and Genealogy, so I thought I would talk about cemeteries and my love of them.

    I am not the type of person that likes walking on a crowded beach, hiking in the mountains or even walking in a park. I love places of quiet reflection. Where there usually isn’t a crowd of people (have I ever mentioned I am not a big people person). I can spend hours in a cemetery, I usually don’t run into people or if I do, it is with a passing glance or nod of the head. When you are in a cemetery, it is unlikely that you will be bothered by another person, now a crow or seagulls or geese or on occasion, a coyote.

    I love looking at the old headstones, both flat and upright monuments; seeing the flowers left for people; toys of children who died too young; the sadness in looking at a row of soldiers headstones knowing they died so that I could be able to walk with this freedom.

    But mostly, it is the beauty that I find there. So here are a few pictures of some of my favorite walks.

    Forest Lawn at Sunset

    Forest Lawn at Sunset

    Seagull – just resting between rows at Forest Lawn

    Seagull

    Gardens of Gethsemani Catholic Cemetery

     Gardens of Gethsemani Catholic Cemetery

    An Angel at Mountain View

    Angel

    Soldiers at Mountain View

    Soliders

    So, the next time you need to just need to take a break from the outside world, go to a local cemetery and just walk and take in the beauty — they really aren’t scary places filled with death but places to remember the past and in a strange way, feel the love that never dies.

    Sgt Walter Dicks, my GG Grandfather . . . .

    On October 1st, 1854 in Sussex, England Walter Dicks was born. He was the 3rd son born to Thomas Dicks and Mary Ann Kirby, who went on to have a total of 11 children born in both England and Canada.

    At the age of 16, Walter arrived with his father in Quebec City, Quebec on the S/S Nestorian. There is not much known about his young life, his father, Thomas was a bricklayer and he worked on the Parliament Buildings in Ottawa.

    Just 5 short years later, at the young age of 21, Walter Dicks married Caroline Beach of Beachburg, Ontario. It was April 29, 1876.

    Less than a year later, their first daughter, Mary Jane Dicks was born. The next few years brought 7 more children, including my Great-Grandmother, Annie Dicks.

    In 1881, Walter joined the Ottawa Police Department. This is a picture that I got from the Canada Archives, showing a dashing young man in his uniform.

    Sgt Walter Dicks

    An interesting story that was in a letter from Annie Dicks’ husband, Robert Rutledge is that in 1901 when the then Royal highnesses, the Duke and Duchess of Cornwall and York (who became King George and Queen Mary) toured in Ottawa, Walter Dicks was one of the honour Guard. The letter goes on to say that when the Royal Family came back again as the King and Queen, there were a number of photos that included the Duke and Duchess as well as Walter. Sadly, I have written to both the Ottawa Archives and the Royal Archives in England and have not been able to get copies of these photos.

    Most of the information that I have on Walter has come from the article in the paper upon his death on September 17, 1918. Sadly, he died alone in his house after his wife Caroline had gone out to buy things to ship to their son, Walter who was deployed overseas.

    The article talks about his long service with the Ottawa Police Department, but strangly when I tried to find out more information about him, they had no records or said they had no records about him. But I have a couple of newspaper accounts:

    Police Blog

    and

    I have to wonder about what happened that the Police Department and a person who wrote a book about the 100 Years of the Ottawa Police Department, would have no knowledge of him.

    Finally, he was a Mason and a member of the Fidelity Lodge. He was buried in Beechwood Cemetery, Ottawa with full Mason Honours. There is a huge headstone, that one day, God willing, I will be able to visit and lay flowers for him and the rest of the family that is buried there.

    This is his memorial, Walter Dicks It is there that you can read the article that was written about him.

    A Missing Branch . .

    My niece once asked me when the Family Tree would be finished. I said that it would never truly be finished because you are always adding members and members are always missing.

    This is about a missing branch.

    I have recently been in touch with my cousins’ daughters, who are just a few years younger than me. It is nice to fill in the branches, but a few days ago, I learned about something that until found this tree will never be completed.

    It all about a baby.

    On April 21, 1979, a baby boy was born in Vancouver, BC and while I don’t know all the reason why or feel the need to share them, he was adopted out. His mother has been looking for him since that day and will always look for him.

    So this message is for him:

    If you were born in Vancouver, BC on April 21, 1979 with the birth last name of McKee and adopted by a young couple that at some point moved away to Scotland.

    Your Birth family so wants to be in touch with you. Despite the time and distance, you have been remembered every year, thought of daily and missed.

    I know that this is a one in a million shot, but maybe just maybe you are into genealogy, and you are searching and you google this blog.

    I would love to meet you and your Mom would love to hold you again.