Monday, August 4, 2014

30 years ago today...1984

Will edit and post tomorrow.

20 years ago today....1994

Will edit and post later.

August 4, 2014 100 years ago...

One hundred years ago today, August 4th, 1914, Britain entered into the war to end all wars.
Pictured above is my paternal grandpa's younger brother, William Joseph Williams.
I've written a bit about him in past posts on this blog.
Today while browsing the Royal Welsh Fusilier's FB page, I asked a question about something I'd like to add to William's memory box I plan to assemble this month.
A kind reader replied. Here is his answer:

"He enlisted first week in September 1914. The 5 9 1915 date on his medal card is when he went to France. That's the date his battalion (11th) went over. A few months later the battalion went to Salonika. You'll know that he died of wounds on the 22nd Feb. The War Diary states he and two others were wounded on the 16th Feb during a patrol."

Every little clue helps. I don't know how to access the War Diary but it would be interesting to read it and discover these things. William seemed to be very patriotic. Another brother, Robert David, also enlisted, but in the navy. I don't know much about that brother. My grandpa, John Griffith, moved to Canada in 1910. I've never heard any stories of his trying to enlist in the war, and am not sure if he did so and was denied because of poor health. Who knows? No one in his family ever asked him, or if they did, no one told the next generation.

It may be gory to remember war, but I myself will not forget William Williams.

There's a RWF forum I'll have to join!

Here is a link to a WWI war diary, not any relative of mine though.

By Loretta Houben

Saturday, June 28, 2014

40 years Grandfather, John G Williams, died.

My paternal grandfather, John Griffith Williams, born on February 17, 1888 passed away on June 28, 1974, 40 years ago today. In my little diary I wrote: "Grandpa died. Aunt Audrey phoned up and told us Grandpa had an attack and they rushed him to the hospital and he died. So Dad is going to a graveside service." We had just arrived at my Uncle Ed's home in Oregon on that day for our summer vacation. Grandpa had been fine before we left. He had a heart attack. It turned out that no one was able to see Grandpa's body, and there wasn't a service after all, so my Dad didn't go back to Canada by train as he was thinking of doing. It was so expensive to travel in those days and having just arrived in Oregon we weren't going to turn around and go back right away for nothing. We stayed for two weeks. On July 11th I wrote: "Grandma is taking the death of Grandpa hard." She was 20 years younger than him; age 66. She died in July 2004; 30 years later.

My Grandfather was an adventurer. He was the only one from his family in North Wales to venture to the barren wilderness of the Canadian prairies in 1910. He lived for a while in Three Hills Alberta, and then moved to Spalding Saskatchewan in the 1920s. I love the photo above.

After his first wife, Ellen, died in 1926 along with one of his sons, he married Alma May in 1928 and had 7 more children. Here he is in Saskatchewan on his farm, with Jackie, Audrey and Harry.

The prospering family. Two more children came to join them after this time.
John, Audrey, Glenys, Jackie (my father), Harry and baby Ruth.

Photo taken in 2012. My grandparents final resting place, until we meet again on the farther shore.
By Loretta Houben

100 years ago today, June 28, 1914:

100 years ago today the shot was sounded which was heard around the world.
Archduke Franz Ferdinand was killed in Sarajevo. This was the beginning of WWI.
It affected my whole family on both sides.
The repercussions have been felt through the past century.
Here is an interesting link to what Franz Ferdinand thought of Vancouver when he visited it at the age of 29.
By Loretta Houben

Saturday, June 21, 2014

My 54th birthday.

This was the other week, when Matthew was here for dinner. I had a quiet birthday as I'd had a migraine the day before, alas (first one in 9 weeks though) and Robert had a horrible cold/cough.
This is our little Jack Russel Terrier, Kelsie. For some reason she loves to be held when anyone is being sung the birthday song! She loves candles on cake too.
I rarely post on this blog so I'm going to remedy that and get back to blogging.
Facebook is so hectic but my little blog is very quiet. Now that I'm writing more and have had an article published EACH MONTH since September 2013, I feel like I've accomplished part of what I wished to do in life. It's really true that the more you read, the better you can write.
It's quite amazing and still one of my all time favourite past-times.
Currently I write a family tree tips article for the Renfrew Collingwood Community newspaper, and now I'm in charge of the Senior's Connection page in the same newspaper.
This past Monday June 16 I attended a senior's wellness group at CNH and spoke with an author, May Wong, who has recently published her family history, "A Cowherd in Paradise". She read from her book and it was so interesting I purchased it. It took her six years to write. It has inspired me.

Today is the first day of summer, the longest day in the year, and fortunately it's a gorgeous sunny day with a clear blue sky. Just perfect. This is my favourite season. The collage above shows photos of the azaleas and rhododendrons at Deer Lake last month. May was a divine month for flowers and weather. Some days reached 90 F!
I'm happy to have reached 54 and glad God has blessed me so richly.
By Loretta Houben

Friday, June 20, 2014

Anne of Green Gables...PEI memories.

It was 6 years ago today, June 20, 2008 that I was here on this hallowed red soil in PEI.
It was a dream come true. Robert knew I'd love it. He had visited in 1977.
Above is the birthplace of LM Montgomery, one of my absolute favourite authours.

Here is Lucy's room where she was born in 1874, 140 years ago!

Green Gables museum. This was a pretty spot, but I loved all the other spots equally as well.
All had the flavour which LM inserted into her books.

Anne's special dress from Matthew Cuthburt with the puffed sleeves.

Robert and I walking down dear lover's lane.

The cordial was delicious.

After walking through the haunted wood about 1/4 mile from Green Gables, the pathway opens into the graveyard where LM is buried.

This spot was where LM Montgomery wrote "Anne of Green Gables".
The old homestead is gone.
It was a trip I'll never forget.
By Loretta Houben