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5551	da's biological mother unknown as - Ida's father Robert Scott 2nd. married to Lydia Acres on June 6, 1871 in Almonte, Ontario. The family came to Dominion City in 1878. Vital Stats. Mb. Marr. Reg. # 1897-002199 indicates Ida Jane married Willet Irvin Simpson on May 24, 1897. Obituary- Pioneer resident Of Dominion City Dies At Age 84- Mrs. Ida Jane Simpson, 84, pioneer resident of Dominion City, Man. who died Saturday in Morris, Man. was buried Monday in Dominion City Cemetery following funeral service in Dominion City United Church, Mark Parsons officiated. Mrs. Simpson was born in Almonte, Ont. and came to Dominion City district in 1878 with her parents, via the Great lakes, the United States and the Red River steamer Lord Selkirk. Then settled near Roseau Crossing which later became Dominion City, a year before the railroad. Her mother the late Mrs. Robert Scott helped drive the last spike in the first rail line in the Canadian West. She was the first woman automobile driver in the district and for twenty years "drove the mail" from Dominion City to Greenridge and Woodmore. She was an active member of the United Church Ladies Aid and Women's Institute, Honorary President of the Canadian Women's Auxiliary and Honorary President and life member of the Ladies Curling Club. Her husband Willet Irvin died in 1917. A son, Robert, died in England during the First World War and another son Willett died in 1917. Surviving are two sons, Maurice and Earle, three daughters, Mrs. C.D. Gaynor, Mrs. W Lowe and Mrs. H. Anderson; one brother Will and three sisters, Laura, Lyla and Myrtle. Obituary Published in the Winnipeg Free Press, July 13, 1954, Page 8. Prov. Mb. Birth Cert. Reg. # 1901-004773 indicates - Willet Scott Simpson- Born May 10, 1901 in the Franklin, mother as Ida Jane (Scott) Simpson.	Scott, Ida Jane (I1420)
5552	Dad's middle name was spelled Hallowell, after his mother's maiden name. Thanks James Hallowell Holcombe Jr.	Holcombe, Lt. Col. retired James Hallowell (I25152)
5553	Daily Independent Journal Friday, August 25, 1967 Ethel Moore, sister of retired banker William P. Murray Sr., and a member of the long established San Rafael family, died yesterday in a local hospital after a lengthy illness. She was 95. Born in San Rafael, Mrs. Moore was a daughter of Adam and Euphenia Murray, who came to the city in 1869. Her father was a builder and contractor and partner in a lumber business on A Street. After her marriage to Dr. Robert I. Moore, she moved to San Francisco where he had a dental practice. Although her husband's office was destroyed in the earthquake, the couple's home survived the fire and they continued to live there until 1922 when they moved back to San Rafael. Following Dr. Moore's death, she made her home with her late sister, Mrs. Pauline Vanderbilt, and later resided in her own home on Fifth Avenue. She was a member of the First Presbyterian Church of San Rafael of which her mother was a founder member. Mrs. Moore was also a member of the church's women's society and a charter member of the Marin County Historical Society. She is survived by her brother, William P. Murray, formerly associated with the Bank of Marin. Funeral will be Monday at 2 p.m. at the Harry M. Williams Mortuary, San Rafael. Burial will be in Mt. Tamalpais Cemetery, San Rafael. Friends may call at the mortuary after 12 noon tomorrow.,	Murray, Ethel (I39043)
5554	Dale Simpson BIRTH?tab?Dec 1948 DEATH?tab?26 Nov 2018 (aged 69) BURIAL?tab? Roblin District Cemetery Roblin, Roblin, Russell, Rossburn Census Division, Manitoba, Canada MEMORIAL ID?tab?195011514 ? View Source MEMORIAL PHOTOS 1 FLOWERS 0 Youngest son of Stewart & Islay Simpson. Engineer, (University of Manitoba) worked for Schlumberger of Canada in Alberta, then moved back to Roblin to farm his parent's farm (5 West & 1.5 miles South of Robliin) after his Dad passed away. How do you say goodbye to someone who meant as much to so many as Dale did? How do you replace someone, who provided so much positivity and levity in your life? Who's spirit, gentle kindness, sense of humour and adventure was unmatched...how do you fill that void? What kind of words can you string together to fairly describe what kind of a brother, husband, father, grandfather that he was? How do you explain to someone, that incredible energy and zest for life that he had. The love of adventure. The burning desire to just go. Always moving. On to to new places, try new things. How do you fairly depict his generosity? How he shared all his good fortune in life with those around him? I've wrestled with it for days, but I finally realized there are no words. There's nothing I can stand here and say to you...that paints the complete picture or tells the whole story. And He always said more with his actions than his words anyway. Dale Simpson was born in December 1948. He grew up on the farm, along side his brother Gordon. Like most young farm kids, it meant work before play. Yet there was plenty of time for both. He was a good kid and a good student. With good grades in high school, he moved on to Winnipeg to study engineering. There was a university dance one night and some nursing students were there. This story would likely be a lot different if it wasn't for that night...for it was that night Dale met Lynn. Lynn Cowburn. She was special. Fancy. This wasn't a farm girl. At least, not yet. They dated, and were soon married. University was over and with engineering degree in his pocket, he and Lynn followed his work in Edmonton. Meanwhile, in his heart...the family farm was calling. Dale's dad had passed away a few years earlier and over time, the prospect of returning home to run the farm became too much to overlook. Dale and Lynn packed up and moved home to that little farm house west of Roblin, and never left. There were growing pains, but in time the farm flourished. Dale began adding sections of land, pieces of machinery, buildings, bins, hired men...Dale turned the farm into a thriving business. And not by accident. He was always driven and had an appetite to learn. He had computers with weather maps, spreadsheets, grain pricing, world trends...he soaked up all the info he could find and applied it to the business of farming. While Dale was building the farm, he and Lynn also began building their family. Trisha was born, then Joanne....followed by Karleen. Beautiful, baby girls. 3 of them. Outnumbered by women in his own home 4-1. Now that's how you learn patience. And he was patient. And thoughtful. And kind. And generous. He was that "drop everything your doing to help your neighbor " kind of person. He loved the farm. You hear the saying, "love what you do and you'll never work a day in your life." Not that it wasn't hard work or long hours, but he never gave you the impression he'd rather be anywhere else. To watch the crops take shape during the summer gave him a real sense of purpose and satisfaction. Sitting still wasn't one of his best traits. You would lose him from time to time. "Where's Dale? Have you seen Dale?" The farm was perfect for him because there was always some where to go, putter around with something. For the most part he was very practical and calculated. Quiet and unassuming. But yet he had a surprising appetite for adventure. Down hill skiing, hiking, scuba diving, biking, golfing...he recently bought a fishing boat and a snow machine. If you asked Dale to go do something...you wouldn't hear no. And he was tireless. If he loved what he was doing, it was tough to get him to stop. And nearly impossible for the rest of us to keep up. He was amazing grandpa. He did everything. Wanna play ping pong? Basketball? Bike ride? Throw the ball around. Ride in the kubota. He was in for everything, always. And he loved to get a rise out of the grand kids. Often he'd do something silly at the dinner table or if we were out somewhere... and if he got a giggle. Then he would escalate things a bit, being met at some point by Lynn's all too familiar "Dale." But that too was almost fuel for him to continue. He'd give a little eye roll the kids and push it a little further. Dale and Lynn. Lynn and Dale. What a team. They travelled around the world and back again. I don't like spending more than a couple nights living in hotels and out of a suitcase. They would do it for months. And love it. Safari's and tour buses and excursions galore. No need to reserve beach chairs or cabanas for this pair. They would have two or three trips planned in advance at any given time. Even as recent as this June, Dale finished up with a doctors appointment and was on a plane for another scuba diving adventure. You could keep your condo in Scottsdale or Boca Raton...that was not for these two. Class. Pride. Integrity. He had it all. The dignity in how he handled illness was so courageous. Rather than let it crush his spirit, in a way it energized him. It didn't slow him down. It only accelerated the pace at which he lived. There was no self pity. And never asked for anyone to feel sorry for him. No anger. Through all the treatments and setbacks along the way, his optimism never wavered. Last weekend, I had a chance to call him at the hospital and say goodbye. It was a very difficult thing obviously. I was upset as I hung up. Lynn and the girls were there bedside with him and he said, "well now I've got everyone crying." Trish said to him "you know why that is, right? Because everything is more fun with you." "I like that." I heard the saying recently, you can die well by living well. Take periodic checks in on your life to ensure you aren't just going through the motions. Live your life, knowing that there IS a finish line. That maybe....time running out is a gift. Where would the urgency be to step outside the box if you had forever to do it. It may only be coincidence, but is seemed like Dale was keenly aware of it. It's like he knew the curtain could fall at anytime, so he lived it. Living, or dying with regrets is a terrible thing. It gives me peace knowing that...I don't think Dale left much undone. He poured everything into his 69 years, wringing out every last drop. And if you were lucky enough to be around for even part of the ride, what an exciting, joyous, and beautiful ride it was. Today we say goodbye to one of the finest men I've ever known. Upon first meeting, Dale Simpson might have come across as a quiet, unassuming man. You would have been right. He wasn't going to overwhelm you with talk of religion or politics...smother you with his opinion. Not about to dominate a conversation. Yet at the same time, and likely shocking to most, inside that reserved gentleman was an incredible appetite for adventure, a steely determination and a wonderful zest for life. All you needed was to happen upon one of the countless things in life he was passionate about...you would quickly learn...he was all in. I've always felt like Dale was a throwback. He had the intelligence, drive, work ethic and integrity to have prospered during any generation. The house he lived in is the only house he ever lived in. He lived by basic principles: If you can't afford it, don't buy it. If it's broken, fix it. Need a new one, what's wrong with the old one? There was a simplicity there that we don't often see anymore. And with that easy going manner, he had a tremendous positivity, an asset today that is also in short supply. Things were always "pretty good." He knew that being in a good mood or being happy was mostly within your control. The glass, was always half full if not more. He became captivated by the field. Where you and I saw dirt, he saw it as much more. You could see how proud he was...he would point out to us which fields were his as we would drive by. He was constantly monitoring the weather, prices, economic trends from around the globe. He was in tune with the entire industry. And as technology evolved, so did he. Some farmers resisted innovation....Dale embraced it. The same intelligence and appetite to learn he used to earn his engineering degree, he forged in the field of farming. A large segment of the farming community are always relieved when harvest is over. Quite happy to park the machinery and wind down. I'm sure he was happy to see the season end, but he never gave you the impression that it was a burden. It was always evident the sense of enjoyment and pride he took in working the land; collecting and enjoying it's bounty. Walking away wasn't easy for Dale. He really wrestled with the idea of retiring from the farm. Luckily though, it didn't take him long to realize it would afford him time to really immerse himself in the other loves he had in life. Namely Lynn. He and Lynn, literally travelled the world together. New Zealand to Australia, China to Bali, Hawaii to Africa. They travelled Europe, the Caribbean, Central America. Made it to Jamaica three times. They would remarkably live out of suitcases for weeks on end. A small price to pay. Planes, trains and automobiles. It could have been a five star hotel one night, a drab hostel the next. It didn't matter, so long as they were together. One by one they picked out places on the map and packed their bags. You could always tell where they had been by the shirts Dale wore. Every stop meant a new tourist t-shirt. From our standpoint as family, It was hard to keep straight where Dale and Lynn were at any one time. "Where are they? Is it Tonga or Antigua?" They loved to travel and were great at it. All in. They even landed in tropical destinations like Calgary and Winnipeg time to time. But if there was a radiant sun, salt air and warm water lapping at their toes in white sand, they were where they were meant to be. It wasn't always sand and surf for the Simpson's. One of the first gifts Dale ever bought Lynn was a set of downhill skis. Lynn, having never down hill skied before, didn't know she wanted a set of downhill skis. But Dales enthusiasm was contagious and it wasn't long before they were making trips to Alberta and BC before and after the girls were born. More recently, Dale was a member of the Calgary seniors ski team. While living in Roblin. He'd drive to Calgary, hop on a bus with strangers and ski for days. He'd come back, gushing with stories about the amazing snow, and the great food and wine. When it came to skiing it was hard to keep up with Dale...our family especially. It came down to us all having to take shifts....Trish, Marty and Karleen will go Monday, then Rob, Joanne, Eddy and Charley will go Tuesday. Lynn would maybe try to get him to skip a day here and there, but he'd work behind the scenes to form a group of allies to join him on the slopes...and sure enough the next morning they were off again. If he came to ski, he was going to ski. All in. On one of Lynn and Dale's warm weather excursions, he took one of those free scuba diving lessons they offer at resorts. It didn't take long and a passion for diving was born...at the tender age of 66 years old. Before long, trips to Calgary or Winnipeg weren't just for visiting ...it was a chance to add some new scuba gear to his growing collection. Vacation planning now began to revolve around the quality of diving nearby. Much like with skiing, he would routinely join a group of strangers on a scuba trip and set off for the day...or days. He went on a diving trip last year where they slept and ate right on the boat for the week. The boat offered guests 5 different times a day to go diving. Some would sleep in and dive in the afternoon...others would go in the morning to enjoy the mid day sun on the boat deck. Dale went on all five dives on day one. And day two. And three. On the five day excursion he dove 25 times. Not even the instructors could handle that. They called him the Iron Diver. All in. Not too many years ago he chose to hone his skills at the game of Golf. He found a set of golf clubs somewhere on the farm...probably better suited for a museum than a golf course by now, but started to swing away. The latest head over heels love affair for Dale was Biking. Specifically, the e-bike. Pedal bike but has an electric battery assist to make tougher terrain and hills easier. He loved it. He started slow, just biking to Davis's. Then down some trails. Then into town for coffee. During the summer coming home from treatment in Winnipeg Lynn and Dale would stop in clear lake. Lynn would have ice cream and Dale would disappear into the forest on his bike. It was only August that Joanne and Dale biked the trails from Canmore to Banff. Again, All in. I cannot forget, his toy on four wheels, not two. For months and months Dale would visit the Ford dealership in town, literally kicking tires on a car deal. He'd leave, come back, leave again. Seasons would change but he was persistent. That car, the apple of his eye never left the showroom. Not until one day, Dale Simpson, blue jeans, tattered shirt, dusty cap...slowly slid the shifter in drive, of his new, glimmering yellow Ford Mustang convertible. Now thats all in. There was no wiping the smile off his face when he was behind the wheel. But as you circle back around to the beginning, at the heart of it all was an honest, hard working family man, with unfailing integrity. If you ever needed a check of your moral compass, spend some time with him. He'd listen, and in his own way steer you towards what was right. One of my first brushes of what he stood for came many years ago. I don't think there were any grandkids even then. He was in the middle of harvest, just pouring it on to get things wrapped up. We had all come home to the farm and were going to sit down for dinner. Lynn had asked Dale if he could just come and have dinner with us all before we went back to the city. Probably not very convenient for him, but he didn't put up a fuss and made his way back to the farm. We were sitting down for this great meal Lynn had prepared for all of us. Dale asked what we were having and it was beef tenderloin. He was pretty impressed with that. He made a comment that the hired men back out working the field would like that very much. Lynn mentioned that there obviously wasn't tenderloin for that many people and that she had already packed lasagne and garlic bread in the lunches for the workers. Without saying much he visited with us for a few minutes, encouraged all of us to enjoy our dinner, grabbed the lunches, and went to eat with the guys in the field. He was not going to sit in the house and eat tenderloin while the men working for him had lasagne out in the field. That moment stuck with me always. What would Dale do? I've used that many times as a barometer when pressed into a challenging decision. Not what is easiest. Or quickest. He would always do the right thing...no matter what. How do you measure a person's legacy? What is it people will remember about you when you are gone? Is it an award? Accomplishments? Money? Tangible things left behind? Maybe. But with Dale, it's so much more. For starters his generosity knew no bounds. What was his, was yours. Without fail. Whatever successes he'd achieved in life, made him happiest if he could share. I would bet most of us in here have been on the receiving end of his graciousness. He had an easy and gentle kindness. Whether it was a lifelong friend, or someone he'd never met...they were greeted with the same smile and hearty handshake. His dealing with illness was inspirational. I've never liked the phrasing of "losing the battle" or "losing the fight". Dale took this head on with the same intensity and fire he did everything in his life. Roadblock after roadblock, his positivity never wavered. You need not feel bad for him, he never felt sorry for himself. Maybe the legacy of a man is simply the lasting impression people have. And with his story now written, there is no one with a bad word to say about Dale Simpson. Not one. Liked by all and loved by so many. I can only hope to be as lucky. He poured his heart into everything he did. The family farm...his kids....his grandkids....and of course Lynn. I like to think that he's somewhere today, strapped into a harness learning to hang glide. Maybe with a parachute on his back set to skydive out an airplane. I know this much...hammocks were not made for people like Dale. It was exhilaration. It was feeling the wind in your face....be it by skiing, biking, behind the wheel with the top down....or maybe just an ocean breeze beside the woman he loved...that was what made his heart race....right to the end. Dale always said more with his actions than his words. I hope we can all take a little bit of his spirit, joy and sense adventure with us. He'd love that. Why dip a toe in the water, when you can cannonball? Why wade in the shallow end, when you can dive to its depths? Why stick to the groomed runs, when there's knee deep powder? (www.nairn-chyzfuneralhome.com)	Simpson, Dale (I20449)
5555	Dana Featherston May 16 2020 Posted on May 20, 2020 by Mary ?b?Dana Feathersto?/b?n May 16, 2020 ?b?Dana E. Featherston (nee Simpson) 1926-2020?/b? After a long struggle with dementia, Dana Elizabeth Featherston passed away peacefully with her loving granddaughter Shannon at her side, on Sat. May 16, 2020 at Fairview Manor, Almonte, Ontario. Dana is reunited thru faith with her devoted husband Ken, beloved parents Gilmour & Luella (nee Fee) Simpson, grandparents William & Annie (nee Hawthorne) Simpson and her cherished sisters, Doreen (Drummond) and Audrey (Bullis). Born and raised on the 8th line of Goulbourn on the family homestead, Dana had a childhood filled with happy memories of farm life, walking to the one room schoolhouse, attending the Ashton United Church, family gatherings and great neighbours. A dance introduced Dana to her loving, quiet and steadfast husband, Kenneth James Featherston. Their cherished children are son Barry (Linda) and daughter Kenda. Together, they enjoyed every moment with their adored grandchildren Shannon (Chris) and Troy Featherston. Great grandson Sheamus (and step great grandchildren Aspen & Maddox) brought her great joy. A lifelong love of music led to a career as a Music Teacher traveling throughout schools in Lanark County, and a devoted Church choir member for over 60 years. Dana always looked her best, was a gifted photographer, loved to dance and could never pass by a piano without playing a cord! Dana will be fondly remembered by her only brother, Bill Simpson (late Helen), numerous nieces, nephews, cousins, extended family and her dear lifelong friends Muriel (late Jim), Susan and Bruce Townend. The family would like to acknowledge all the exemplary staff of Fairview Manor and thank them for the compassionate care of Dana over the years. If so desired, a memorial contribution to the Fairview Manor Resident Fund would be greatly appreciated. Private family graveside service details entrusted to Barker Funeral Home Carleton Place, Ontario.	Simpson, Dana Elizabeth (I5384)
5556	Daniel Munro, son of John Henry Munro and Margaret Ellen Manary was born April 3, 1895 in Lanark Township. He enlisted in Ottawa June 21, 1918. After the war he married Pearl Ramsbottom. He farmed in Lanark Township. They had two sons, Keith and Willingdon. He was brother of Isaac, Clifford, Bill, Mary Currie, Viola Craig, Edna Munro, and Gladys Closs. He died March 2, 1948 and is buried in the cemetery at St. John's Innisville. The death occurred at the Great War Memorial Hospital, Perth, on Tuesday March 2, 1948 of an esteemed and well-known resident of Lanark township in the person of Daniel Munro. In failing health for the last year, he was in serious condition for the last two months. Born April 3, 1895, son of John Henry Munro and Margaret Ellen Manary, he served overseas for two years during World War 1. On June 24, 1925, he was united in marriage with Miss Pearl Ramsbottom, of Lanark, and following their marriage they took up residence in their farm home on the twelfth line of Lanark Twp., where they lived ever since and farmed successfully "Dannie" as he was better known, enjoyed life to its fullest and through his sterling qualities made many friends. He was very fond of the young people and loved sports of all kinds. During the "twenties" he was a very valued member of the famous Union Hall Tigers Baseball team. He was dearly beloved in the community where he lived by his removal through death the County looses a good citizen. In religion, he was a member of St. John's Anglican Church. Besides his widow and two sons, Keith and Willingdon, he is survived by his parents, three brothers and four sisters; Isaac of Lanark; Clifford and Bill Munro of Perth; Mary (Mrs. John Currie; Edna (Mrs. Ernest Munro) of Clayton; Viola (Mrs. D. J. Craig), Carleton Place and Gladys (Mrs. Everrett Closs) of Halpenny. The funeral which was one of the largest witnessed in the community, in some time, took place from the family residence on Thursday afternoon March 4, to St. John's Anglican Church Boyds, where the service was conducted by Rev. D. F. Weeghar and Rev. Goodwin.	Munro, Daniel "Dannie" (I11294)
5557	Daniel Thomson Daniel James Thomson of Almonte, died suddenly after a heart seizure yesterday at Almonte Hospital. He was 83. Son of the late Mr. and Mrs. John Thomson, of Portage du Fort, he was born at Litchfield, Que. He was educated at the Portage du Fort Public School, and was a culler scaler for 50 years. He had worked for J. R. Booth Company and other Quebec and Ontario firms. He married Mildred Maude Turner of Almonte, in 1906. He leaves: his wife; four sons, Claude and Cecil of Almonte, Howard of Carleton Place, and C. M. Thomson of Port Credit; four brothers, Enderby, of Vancouver, B.C., Kenneth, of North Bay, Clifford of Port Neuf, Que., and Farrell In Flint, Michigan; two sisters, Mrs. Ruben Henderson and Mrs. Herbert Price, both of Hamilton. The funeral will be held at 2.00 Thursday, from the home of Mr. and Mrs. Claude Thomson on Richey Street to St. Paul's Anglican Church. Canon J. W. R. Meakin will officiate. Burial will be at St. Paul's Anglican Cemetery.	Thomson, Daniel James (I90)
5558	Daniel was christened in Scotland as Donald and apparently changed his name to Daniel to avoid confusion with the multiple Donald Munro's that lived in Lanark County in the 1830's and 1840's.	Munro, Donald "Daniel" (I6404)
5559	Darlene Page just shared this photo..: "Hello there i have a picture that i would like to share .... I have been doing alo t of research for many years know and a family member sent me this photo . It is done in metal, I had the town of Carleton Place help me out with dating it and w believe and are 99 % sure that this man is Andrew Waugh father of Samuel Waugh. He died in 1884 form TB. His wife was Elizabeth Cram and she died a year earlier than him from TB also. The town said that there was a lot of photo done in metal around 1870 until the late 1880's when a carnival use to come to town in the fall. This makes sense due to the family word of mouth history of who it was and the age of the man in the photo ! Thanks Darlene!!! Keep those photos coming folks.. we love to share.:) Jennifer Fenwick Irwin did you do the research on this? Lanark County Genealogical Society 20160926	Cram, Elizabeth "Maggie" (I5656)
5560	Darlene Page just shared this photo..: "Hello there i have a picture that i would like to share .... I have been doing alo t of research for many years know and a family member sent me this photo . It is done in metal, I had the town of Carleton Place help me out with dating it and w believe and are 99 % sure that this man is Andrew Waugh father of Samuel Waugh. He died in 1884 form TB. His wife was Elizabeth Cram and she died a year earlier than him from TB also. The town said that there was a lot of photo done in metal around 1870 until the late 1880's when a carnival use to come to town in the fall. This makes sense due to the family word of mouth history of who it was and the age of the man in the photo ! Thanks Darlene!!! Keep those photos coming folks.. we love to share.:) Jennifer Fenwick Irwin did you do the research on this? Lanark County Genealogical Society 20160926	Waugh, Andrew (I5657)
5561	Darline D. Duncan, 69, a lifelong Skagit County resident, passed away at her home in Burlington on Wednesday, February 28, 2007. She was born on September 8, 1937 in Sedro-Woolley, Washington, the daughter of John C. & Eula M. Goodyear Duncan. Darline was raised and attended school in Sedro-Woolley, graduating from Sedro-Woolley High School in 1958 and where she played the accordion in the school band. She then attended Skagit Valley College. Darline was an accomplished accordion and organ player; she played the accordion in several local bands, notably with Ernie Tyree's band for several years playing at grange halls, dances and retirement communities. For the past several years Darline and enjoyed playing the organ at retirement centers, especially at Creekside in Burlington where she resided. She is survived by her mother, Eula Duncan of Burlington. Aunts, Mollie Sackman of Burlington and Jean DeWitt of Sedro-Woolley; cousins, Julie Tingley and Kristin Nelson of Sedro-Woolley and several aunts, uncles and cousins living on the east coast. She was preceded in death by her father, John Duncan; grandparents, Clara & Frank Goodyear and her favorite aunt & uncle, Francis & Chester DeWitt. The family suggests memorials be made to the Lions Eye Sight Program. Graveside services will be held on Saturday, March 3, 2007 at 11:00 AM at the Sedro-Woolley Union Cemetery with Pastor Walt Rice of Bethlehem Lutheran Church in Sedro-Woolley officiating. Arrangements are under the direction of Lemley Chapel, Sedro-Woolley.	Duncan, Darlene D. (I12661)
5562	DATE 1949 NOTE see notes for death	Kidd, Esther Ann (I3947)
5563	DATE 1952 NOTE A FAMILY ORCHARD: LEAVES FROM THE MILLAR TREE, http://freepages.rootsweb.com/~database/MILLAR.html, accessed Dec 19 2012	Salter, William (I4698)
5564	DATE 1963 PLAC single	Kidd, Margaret Jane "Maggie" (I3725)
5565	Date of birth based on age of 71 at death, as written on the gravestone	Fleming, Margarite (I22658)
5566	DATE of BIRTH is actually the DATE of BAPTISM as the son of James Park and Maron Allan in West Cotes, Cambulang, Lanarkshire. He married Janet Hay on Aug 22, 1812 in Cambuslang. They had the following children in Scotland: James, Lillias, Marion, and Robert. Robert died in Scotland as a child of 1 yr, 6 mo, on June 21, 1821. The young family came to Canada shortly after that and settled in Dalhousie Township, Lanark County. They set about making a new start in Canada, farming in that area until 1835. In the meantime, they had the following children: Robert (II) and Janet (twins), Hugh, Jane, Arthur, Mary, Andrew, and Agnes. In 1835 they moved to Plympton Township, Lambton County (then Kent County), and settled on Lot 7, Concession 2, of Plympton Township. It's understood that they came by foot and ox-team bringing their possessions with them, including their livestock. A new log house was built on the northwest corner of Lot 7, Concession 2. Plympton Township, where they resided the remainder of their lives. ***His wife's obituary states: "... he was stricken with cancer on the stomach and after a month's illness he died on the 9th Oct. 1841. Notwithstanding, the sad bereavement the family, through the guidance of a prudent and sagacious mother, was kept together."	Park, Hugh (I23745)
5567	Date of burial -Jul 12, 1979 Shared with Joseph Gilbert (Garv	Thompson, Geraldine Evelyn (I20798)
5568	Date of burial -Nov 21, 1967 Shared with Geraldine Evelyn	Garvin, Joseph Gilbert (I14006)
5569	Date of death inscribed on memorial is 1968; however, the The Ottawa Journal Obituaries. Thursday May 29, 1958, page 34 documents Robert's date of death as 28 May 1958 in Kemptville, Leeds and Grenville United Counties, Ontario, Canada	Flynn, Robert Thomas (I30735)
5570	Dates and maiden name are per her death certificate.	McKenzie, Katherine "Kate" (I30052)
5571	Dates Info from gravestone. Obituary Notice- Willet Simpson who passed away suddenly in California, US. A private graveside service held Tuesday, Nov. 7, 2006 Published in the Steinbach Carillon, Thursday, November 2, 2006, Page 10 and November 9, 2006, Page 12B.	Simpson, Willet Cleve (I23068)
5572	Daughter listed, Mary Jane, is actually Mary Jane Glynn, daughter of Thomas and Rebecca Glynn. The Condells took Mary Jane in when her mother died.	Glynne, Mary Jane "Minnie" (I36553)
5573	Daughter of Abijah Seeley and Martha Willows, Sisters Miria Seeley and Eliza Ann (Seeley) Willows are also buried at Boyd's.	Seeley, Alvina Jennet (I20368)
5574	daughter of Albert Woods and Jessie Fisher ----- BROWN, Ethel In hospital on Monday, May 31, 1982, Ethel Woods, in her 75th year; loving mother and mother-in-law of Edgar and Gail Brown of Oshawa; Kay and Donald Scharf of Kars, Ontario; James and June Brown of Kanata; Wilda and Emmett Hicks of Ottawa. Also survived by loving grandchildren Susan, Carl and Anna Brown; Kevin and Lorie Scharf; Kimberley-Anne and David Brown; Cory and Jody Hicks. Resting Hulse and Playfair, funeral in the Chapel on Wednesday at 1pm. Interment Capital Memorial Gardens. The Ottawa Citizen -- Tuesday, June 1, 1982	Woods, Sarah Ethel (I30614)
5575	Daughter of Archibald and Margaret Ewen Calender Married Robert Gardner, 25 May 1800, Falkirk Parish, Barony, Lanark, Scotland History - Margaret Calinder was born at or near Falkirk, Sterlingshire, Scotland, in January 1777, the daughter of Archibald Calinder and Margaret Ewens. In his diary, her grandson Archibald Gardner wrote: "My maternal grandfather Archibald Calinder was a strong, healthy man with never an ache or pain. When he was about fifty years old, he went out one morning before breakfast to work a bit in his garden. It was a nice garden with a table and chairs hewn out of rock and surrounded by beech trees. The leaves of the beech remain dried on the trees all winter and are pushed off by the swelling buds in the spring. A wind stirred among them, and as they rattled grandfather leaned on his hoe. Grandmother came to call him to his morning meal and, seeing him in this unusual position, asked him what was the matter. 'I do not know,' he said. 'The breeze that rustled the leaves struck my head and sent a shiver though me.' She started with him to the house about 20 rods away, but before they reached there he was delirious. He died the next day." Robert Gardner, Sr, was born March 12, 1781, at or near Hilston, Renfrewshire, Scotland. His father was William Gardner, his mother Christine Henderson. His people were strong, healthy people. His father measured six feet two inches in his stocking feet and was an elder in the Presbyterian Church. They were strict living people. Robert was the youngest of thirteen children. He was bound out to learn the carpenter's trade but evidently did not follow that activity for a livelihood. In his twentieth year he married Margaret in Glasgow sometime in 1800, when she was 23 years of age. The couple made their first home in Glasgow. Their first child was Margaret, who died at the age of nine months and nine days of smallpox. The second child named William was born in Glasgow on January 31, 1803. Other children included Christine, born in Glasgow about 1805 who died of the dregs of whooping cough, aged 15 months. Mary was born in Kilsythe, Sterlingshire on June 5,1807. Margaret (the second) was born in Kilsythe on January 10, 1810. She died when about thirteen or fourteen months old which would be in March or April 1811. Janet was born in Kilsythe on July 5, 1812. Archibald was born in Kilsythe, which is twenty miles east of Glasgow on September 2, 1814. The next child was stillborn baby girl. The ninth and last child was born October 12, 1819 in Kilsythe. They named him Robert Jr. When Margaret and Robert were first married, they kept a grocery store and tavern called the Black Bull Inn. They later moved to the outskirts of Kilstythe on the main road to Edinburgh. Their home was a little rock house across the road from the Garril Oat Mill. Robert rented the mill from Canal Co. who owned it. They also had a farm which netted them a fair profit. Living out of town, the children's education was limited. In 1818 the family moved into town where Archibald, aged 4, was sent to school and then learned to reach the New Testament. No doubt the other children were given educational advantages, as the father was rated a good scholar. In town they ran a tavern again. Times were poor, business dull, and people became dissatisfied with the government. The women and children shared in the anxiety as well as the men. What a worry it must have been when Robert was carried to prison along with many others after protests, insurrections, and battles erupted against the government. Soon jails and castles were crowded with prisoners and many honest folk were carried away who had had no hand in the affair. This was the case with Robert. He was taken away from his business, and Margaret was left to care for the family as well as the tavern. He was incarcerated for nine long weeks in Sterling Castle. He was released when no one appeared to testify against him. It was this incident that caused Robert to leave Scotland for a land of liberty and justice, the land of America. Taking leave of his wife and three younger children, he set sail for Canada in the spring of 1822. William, now nineteen, and Mary, fourteen, accompanied him. What a decision to make! What a year of anxiety and worry for Margaret! She received no encouraging reports of how her husband fared in the new land. Nevertheless, she sold out all the remaining possessions and took passage aboard the sailing vessel, "Bucking Horn," bound for Quebec, Canada, in the spring of 1823. On the way to Glasgow she received the one and only letter from her husband in a year's time. There was no information as to where they were or the direction they had taken after landing. Nothing more was heard until Margaret arrived at Prescott, above Montreal, where her husband was waiting to greet her. She had been five weeks and three days crossing the ocean. What a meeting! Robert had heard that the wives of twenty-five Scotch men were following their husbands to America, and he had walked 72 miles to see if his wife was among them. They left as soon as possible for their home in the woods. Ten miles were traveled that morning to the home of a family named Grey where William had been employed. It was here Margaret mistook Thomas Reed for her son, when asked by Mrs Grey to pick William out as the farm hands came in for dinner. William, not knowing of their arrival, passed her by. When they found out their mistake, they all burst into tears. William had grown so tall, his Scotch plaids were much the worse for wear, his face sunburned and so changed, she could not tell which was her son. After dinner they left for Brockville, 20 miles away. William quit his job and went with them. They took turns carrying Archibald, nine, and little Robert, two and a half. Mary had remained at home while the father was away. Watching and waiting, she heard them approaching. With her little dog Snap, she ran through the woods to meet them, but was so overcome on seeing them, she burst into tears and ran back to the shanty without speaking. Poor little Mary! What heartaches, loneliness and hardship she had borne since she last saw her dear mother and sister and brothers. How they must have thanked their Heavenly Father that they were permitted to be together again in family reunion. Life in Canada was not easy. In the biography of Robert their hardships are told. Yet I picture Margaret grinding their flour for over a year in a two dollar pepper mill, with the help of the family at times or trying to cook meals when all they had to eat one winter was bitter or winded potatoes and what game they could kill. I imagine her anguish when Janet, twelve years old, became ill with typhus. Archibald wrote: "She complained for months of pains in her side. She grew worse, sank into unconsciousness and never rallied. The night before her passing, those attending her were pouring cold water from a teakettle onto her head when she said, 'Let me rest. By the middle of the night I will be at the top of the hill.' As she said, at midnight that night in October, 1824, her spirit took its flight. During all the time she was sick, we could get no flour or meal, but procured a little coarse shorts or fine bran and prepared it the best we could. When we tried to get her to eat some, she said, 'Is that for me? Such stuff!' But she had no other while she lived." What a trial for a mother to bear! For the next ten years, the family struggled along in Dalhousie. Margaret's eldest son William had married Ann Lackie in January, 1919, at the age of 26. The fall of 1835, Robert and Margaret decided to move to Warwick, 500 miles farther west to join their sons William and Archibald who had gone the year before to try their fortunes in a more favorable part of Canada. This location was thirty miles east of Port Sarnia and thirty five miles west of New London, near the lower end of Lake Huron. Archibald, now 21 years of age, had procured five hundred acres of timberland at soldier's rights for fifty cents per acre. He gave 100 acres to his brother William, 200 to his father, and kept 200 for himself. The two brothers had worked very hard the previous summer clearing the land of the heavy hardwood timber and raised enough corn for foodstuffs for the coming winter. The next two years were spent clearing the land and farming. Life was "one of pioneering. With settlements so far away, we had no stores to go to. The clothes which we wore came from the backs of the sheep in our own pastures. After being clipped, the wool was cleaned and carded by the women. The nearest carding machines were from 30 to 50 miles away. The carded wool was spun into yarn on the old spinning wheel and then woven into cloth on hand looms. The wives and mothers made this cloth into clothes for men, women and children in their own kitchens." The homes in that "locality were build of logs; the better ones hewn, the humbler ones of rough logs. Floors were made of split logs, flat side up. Glass windows were unknown. A little slide was thrown back admitting light when the weather would permit. Doors were of split and hewn logs." No mills were available, so the people ground their grain in little stones set in the hearth. This condition prompted their son Archibald, not much more than a boy, to undertake building a mill. This he accomplished and later built a saw mill and got along well, having custom for thirty miles around. And so life went on in Warwick. March 29, 1836, their daughter Mary married George Sweeten, a farmer. Several children were born to the couple, but all died except their daughter Margaret and son Robert. Then Christmas Eve, 1842, George died, leaving his wife Mary a widow with her two children, a great grief for the parents. Some time in the year 1843, a Latter-day Saint, Elder John Borrowman, preached the gospel to the Gardner family. Son William was the first to be converted, but soon the whole family received baptism, except father Robert. He was baptized after he reached Utah. Margaret his wife "believed the Gospel at once and wholeheartedly. She had belonged to the Methodist Church and had always taught her children faith in God and Jesus Christ and to search the Scriptures. They taught their children to read the Bible, and they devoted much time to it." William's daughter Jane wrote: "We could repeat all the books of the Bible, both the Old and New Testament, the Ten Commandments, the Lord's Prayer, and many passages of Scripture besides a good many hymns. When father went away, I was sent to Grandmother Gardner to be cared for. I did not go to school, there was none near where we lived. How I longed to read before I was able to! But I mastered the art while still quite young. "Grandfather Gardner had a bookcase full of books up in the garret. My brother used to bring them home. One after another was diligently studied. We became the best readers in all the country round." No long after contacting the new faith, Margaret became very ill. Archibald recorded: "Her life was despaired of. She insisted on being baptized. The neighbors said that if we put her in the water they would have us tried for murder as she would surely die. Nevertheless, well bundled up, and tucked into a sleigh, we drove her two miles to the place appointed. Here a hole was cut in the ice, and she was baptized in the presence of a crowd of doubters who had come to witness her demise. She was taken home. Her bed was prepared but she said, 'No, I do not need to go to bed. I am quite well.' And she was. "One man declared that if she did not die the night of her baptism he would become a Mormon next day, but next day she met him near the place where he had made the statement. He looked at her as if he had seen a ghost, nodded but did not speak. She was on her way, afoot, to her daughter's. He never joined the Church." It was three years after they joined the Church that the family decided to gather with the Saints. On the last day of March 1846, they left Warwick, their destination Nauvoo. It took a month to reach that city, but they found it deserted. The trip across the state of Iowa was slow and trying. William's children Janet and John both had the measles. Robert Jr's wife Janet gave birth to a baby boy during a terrible stormy night which brought water around the wagons up to the mens' boot tops. Next morning the mother was made as comfortable as possible, and the Canadian Company moved on. This was in Lee County in Iowa, May 22, 1846. By September they reached Winter Quarters where they spent the winter. The season was long and bleak and bitter. They suffered cold and hunger, and most of them were sick. Son William was worst of all. He came near dying. Because of the assistance given to wives of those who had gone with the Mormon Battalion, they did not get into their own houses until New Year's. It was a winter of much sickness. Margaret's son Archie was the only one of the family who was not confined to bed. Two of her granddaughters, William's daughter Janet and Robert's daughter Janet, both died and were buried in Winter Quarters about October 10, 1846. There was so much sickness at that time that the care of the living left no time for mourning for the dead. But when general health returned, they grieved for the loss of their dear ones and have never ceased to grieve for them. In the spring of 1847, the Gardner clan prepared to start for the mountains. One of the houses, a good log one, which had been lived in only for three months and had cost about a hundred dollars was traded for a gun valued at 10 dollars. Many other similar sacrifices had to be made. They left Winter Quarters the 21st of June in Bishop Hunter's company of one hundred wagons. About twenty miles west of Winter Quarters, son Robert's oldest little boy, five and a half years of age, was knocked under the wheel of a wagon. "Both nigh wheels ran over his bowels. He was tenderly cared for for 500 miles, through dust and wind, over rough roads or smooth, before death mercifully ended all. He was buried on the bank of the Platte River." On Friday October 1, 1847, the second company to reach the valley arrived. "Twenty four Gardners had left Canada in the spring of 1846. Three died and one was born during the journey to the West, making 22 who arrived in Great Salt Lake valley that October." They camped in their wagons the first winter at the Warm Springs. The morning of Oct 6, another granddaughter was added to the family. Archie's wife Margaret gave birth to a baby in the Old Fort. She had driven the horse team all the way across the plains, through rivers and deep canyons and over the Big Mountain. They said at the finish: "Notwithstanding all we had passed through, the hand of the Lord was over us, and we arrived safely at our destination." In the spring of 1848, the family moved and settled at Mill Creek, southeast of the Old Fort. Margaret's two sons Archibald and Robert erected a sawmill on that Creek. Later two other sawmills and two shingle mills were built by them with the help of others. Margaret must have been very proud of the achievements of her husband and sons and the good homes they built together. Among their neighbors who settled at various points on Mill Creek and Big Cottonwood Creeks were a number of their old Canadian friends. John Borrowman, the man who carried the Gospel to them in Canada also located there, as well as Mary Fielding Smith and Apostle Joseph F. Smith, and John Smith, Patriarch, and others. The year 1848 the bread stuff, mostly corn, had to be rationed and weighed to make it last until harvest. Margaret saw the darkest days when the crickets swarmed down from the mountains and devoured the crops. She saw the miracle of the seagulls which were sent by God to destroy the pests. Ensuing years saw pests of locusts and grasshoppers that made times hard, but never was there a season so serious as the summer of 1848 when the crickets came. Seven years later, on November 2l, 1855, Margaret was called upon to part with her beloved husband, Robert Gardner Sr. He died at Mill Creek, leaving her to live alone in her little log house on the hill. She was now 79 years of age. Two years later great grandmother attended the tenth anniversary celebration in Big Cottonwood on July 24, 1857. All the Gardners attended except two. This was an important occasion. Headed by President Brigham Young, a company of 2587 people were conveyed there in 464 carriages and wagons drawn by 228 horses and mules and 332 oxen and cows. It is a steep rugged canyon quite a few miles up. Entertainment consisted of musical numbers from six brass bands, singing, programs, athletic contests, and drills by six companies of militia. Dancing was punctuated by a salute from a brass howitzer. During that time word came that the U.S. government had troops on the way to exterminate the Mormons. That ended the celebration. Johnston's army came to Utah in 1858. The Gardner clan left all their possessions, joined the migration, and moved south to Spanish Fork. Margaret was among them. Later when the trouble with the government had been adjusted, the people returned to their former homes. Son Robert and family went back to Mill Creek, his mother with them. Margaret, now 81 years of age, made her home with her son's first wife Jane. Four years later on April 28, 1862, the faithful saint and devoted mother of William, Mary, Archibald, and Robert died at the age of 85 at Mill Creek and was buried beside her beloved husband in the Salt Lake Cemetery. Her daughter Mary, who had as a girl of fifteen left her native Scotland and accompanied her father into the rugged wilderness, fell a victim of the migration to Spanish Fork, and weary and worn, died in the same year, aged 51. She lies buried in the Upper Grave Yard, restored and rededicated by the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers of Spanish Fork.	Calinder, Margaret (I10367)
5576	Daughter of Charles Sidney Hanes and Susan Pollock, married 11 June 1925 to Laurence Thornton Loucks. Obituary, The Ottawa Journal LOUCKS, Anna Agnes - In hospital Tuesday, Aug. 17, 1971, Anna Agnes Hanes of Winchester, in her 66th year, beloved wife of Lawrence T. Loucks. Interment St. Lawrence Union Cemetery.	Hanes, Anna Agnes (I27963)
5577	daughter of Daniel Drummond & Annie Callaghan . wife of Patrick James Rooney	Drummond, Mary Elizabeth (I35745)
5578	Daughter of Daniel Munro & Margaret Reid. ---------------------------------------- Plot 22 : - In memory of - Matthew D., died Jan.30,1882, aged 7 yrs. 6 mos. - also - Marion A., died Dec. 29,1891, aged 4 yrs. & 4 mos. - children of D. & M. Munro.	Munro, Marion A. (I16163)
5579	Daughter of David McKinley, born in Scotland, and Margaret Rankin, born in Ireland. Ivyline had immigrated to Canada about 1910, and had been living in B.C. for 50 years at the time of her death. B.C. Death Reg. #71 09 005335	McKinley, Ivyline Jane (I26392)
5580	Daughter of Donald McPhail and Jane Kilfoyle, both born in Ontario, Canada. Predeceased by her husband Isaac Loughton Beattie. Resided at 33481-Nelson Road in Abbotsford, British Columbia. Died at M.S.A. General Hospital in Abbotsford. Cause of Death: Cerebral Hemorrhage due to Arteriosclerosis Vascular Disease.	McPhail, Elizabeth Jane (I40865)
5581	Daughter of Dr. James A. Naismith and Maude E. (Sherman) Naismith. Her father Dr. James A. Naismith, is the inventor of basketball. She married Thomas Lee Dawe. She was a registered nurse.	Naismith, Maudann "Ann" (I20219)
5582	Daughter of Edward and Mary Bourne. Married to Ernest West on 14 Jan 1903, in York, Ontario.	Bourne, Ethel Mary (I8618)
5583	Daughter of Elijah Van Camp and Catherine Brouse.	Van Camp, Harriett Elizabeth (I15512)
5584	Daughter of Elizabeth Farmer and James Peever Sister of John R, Ann, Elizabeth, James P and Ellen	Peever, Mary Jane (I27848)
5585	Daughter of Enoch and Jane Scharfe Informant, husband: William I Nevin ----- NEVIN __ Monday, August 2, 1943, in hospital, Meda May Scharfe, beloved wife of William I. Nevin, of 345 Sherwood Drive, in her 46th years. Remains resting at the parlors of A.E. Veitch and Son, where funeral service will be held on Wednesday August 4. Interment at Beechwood. (The Ottawa Journal -- Wednesday August 4, 1943)	Scharfe, Meda May (I19312)
5586	Daughter of Ephraim Pratt and Maria Smith (Ontario) ----- WATTERS __ At the residence of her son, Harold F Leslie, Britannia Heights, on Saturday, February 4 1933, Mary Almira Watters, aged 70 years. Funeral from Tubman funeral parlors on Monday. Interment at Stittsville United Church cemetery. (The Ottawa Journal -- Monday, February 6, 1933)	Pratt, Mary Almira (I27647)
5587	Daughter of Finlay Spence and Catherine Pinkerton, m. 12 Jul 1864 Times Colonist; Victoria, British Columbia, Canada; 25 Aug 1942 SIMPSON On Tuesday, August 25, 1942, at the Royal Jubilee Hospital, Elizabeth Stewart Simpson, beloved wife of O. F. Simpson of 3329 Kingsley Street. The late Mrs. Simpson was born In Arnprior, Ont., and had resided here for the past 35 years. She leaves to mourn her loss, besides her husband, three daughters. Mrs. G. (May) Davies of Seattle. Mrs. J. (Beth) Cameron of Victoria and Miss Kathleen Simpson at home: two sons, J. O. and R. K both in Victoria. Her eldest son. Donald Ernest, was killed overseas in the First Great War. The remains are resting at McCall Brothers Funeral Chapel from where the funeral will take place on Frlday afternoon at 2 o'clock. Rev. Hugh McLeod will officiate, after which interment will be in Royal Oak Burial Park	Spence, Elizabeth Stewart (I36927)
5588	Daughter of Frederick Dinelle and Jennie Coughlan ----- CORBETT, Jane __ In hospital, Wednesday, March 15, 1972, Jane Dinelle, widow of Charles Nelson Corbett, in her 77th year, dear mother of Charles (Bud) of Ottawa; Willard, Rev. Ellard and Nelson, Toronto; sister of Mrs. F. (Babe) Sauve, Mrs. S. (Lillian) Cloutier and Mrs. W. (Bernice) Crabbe, Ottawa. Also survived by 9 grandchildren. Resting Hulse and Playfair, service Friday at 3pm. Interment Beechwood cemetery. (The Ottawa Journal -- March 15, 1972)	Dinelle, Ida Jane Ann (I34329)
5589	Daughter of Gabriel Watterson (Ireland) and Sarah Jane Kidd (Canada), wife of David McNiece Resident of North Gower, age 68 years Informant -- Ontario Hospital, Brockville	Watterson, Melinda Jane (I4580)
5590	Daughter of George Kerfoot. She was living at the time of the 1871 census, April 1871. Grave is unmarked.	Kerfoot, Ann (I28809)
5591	Daughter of Geraldine Duncan and Melvin John Morrow.	Morrow, Denise Joy (I3376)
5592	Daughter of Hebert Lockhart and Nancy Wylie	Lockhart, Dorothy (I40694)
5593	Daughter of Henry Hammond (1789 - 1851) and Margaret Boyd (1790 - 1862). Married(1) in 1849 to James Sykes. Married(2) in 1868 to William Walker (1803 - 1879). Married(3) in in 1884 to David Holden (1815 - 1908).	Hammond, Sarah J. (I42349)
5594	Daughter of Henry Montgomery and Laura Bradley 19 days old, premature birth sharing headstone with grandparents, Robert Graham and Jane Montgomery	Montgomery, Muriel Iona (I21202)
5595	Daughter of Henry Prosser and Elizabeth F Pugh Sister Harriet Prosser McKenzie (1852England-1907MI) John Prosser (1856Wales-1886MI), Ada Prosser Teed (1859Wales-1946), Thomas Prosser (1864England-1907MI), Ella Prosser (1867MI-1887), Maude Alice Prosser Young (1870MI-1955) Married Edgerton R Young May 10, 1892 Saginaw Saginaw Co MI Mother of David Edgerton Young (1894MI-1973), Wesley Charles Young (1900MI-1974), Abraham H Young (1903MI-2001), SOURCES: familysearch.org Saginaw Public Library Obit Index	Prosser, Maude Alice (I43186)
5596	Daughter of Hugh Bowland (1813 ? 1895) and Sarah Stedman (1820 ? 1881). Married George Gardiner (widower) November 7, 1906 at St. John's Anglican Church, Innisville, ON.	Bowland, Emily (I19062)
5597	daughter of Isabella and Robert Lowery (spelling as per marriage record)"Ontario Marriages, 1869-1927," database with images, FamilySearch (https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:FMNK-84C : 11 March 2018), Michael Henry Lowery in entry for Henry Lowery and Mary Jane Lowery, 20 Mar 1878; citing registration , Pakenham, Lanark, Ontario, Canada, Archives of Ontario, Toronto; FHL microfilm 1,863,652. contributors Tanya & John	Lowry, Mary Jane (I41293)
5598	Daughter of Isabella Montieth and Thomas Lindsay Fargey; married January 07, 1925, in the RM of Pembina, Manitoba, to Ralph Campbell Currie; Manitoba marriage registration 1925,003240.	Fargey, Mary Ermina (I40483)
5599	Daughter of Jacob Bradley and Ann/Nancy Tetlock. Born Goulbourne Township in the former Carleton County. Died in the former South Crosby Township (now part of Rideau Lakes Township), Leeds County Ontario.	Bradley, Mary Ann (I17614)
5600	Daughter of James and Mary Stewart. Chester Glass Davis and Helen Stewart were married March 22, 1916 at Westbourne, Manitoba. Mrs. Chester Davis Mrs. Chester (Helen) Davis, 72, of 314 24th Ave. W., died Saturday at her home. Rev. A.R. Huband will conduct funeral services in Park Memorial chapel, Tuesday at 2 p.m. Burial will be in the Union cemetery. Mrs. Davis was born in Lanark, Ont., moving to Big Valley in 1906, and to Calgary in 1924. Mrs. Davis was a member of Knox United church, of the Edith Cavell chapter, O.E.S., and of the Esther Rebekah lodge, I.O.O.F. Surviving are her husband, Chester G., of Calgary; two sisters, Mrs. William P. Sly, of Gladstone, Man., and Mrs. F.R. Todd, of Matiska, and a brother, J.R. Stewart, of Gladstone. The Calgary Herald, Monday, December 23 1946, page 7 Ontario Birth Reg. #1874-05-007402 Alberta Death Reg. #1946-08-013257	Stewart, Helen Brown (I11642)

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da's biological mother unknown as -
Ida's father Robert Scott 2nd. married to Lydia Acres on June 6, 1871 in Almonte, Ontario. The family came to Dominion City in 1878.

Vital Stats. Mb. Marr. Reg. # 1897-002199 indicates Ida Jane married Willet Irvin Simpson on May 24, 1897.

Obituary-
Pioneer resident Of Dominion City Dies At Age 84-
Mrs. Ida Jane Simpson, 84, pioneer resident of Dominion City, Man. who died Saturday in Morris, Man. was buried Monday in Dominion City Cemetery following funeral service in Dominion City United Church, Mark Parsons officiated.
Mrs. Simpson was born in Almonte, Ont. and came to Dominion City district in 1878 with her parents, via the Great lakes, the United States and the Red River steamer Lord Selkirk. Then settled near Roseau Crossing which later became Dominion City, a year before the railroad. Her mother the late Mrs. Robert Scott helped drive the last spike in the first rail line in the Canadian West.
She was the first woman automobile driver in the district and for twenty years "drove the mail" from Dominion City to Greenridge and Woodmore. She was an active member of the United Church Ladies Aid and Women's Institute, Honorary President of the Canadian Women's Auxiliary and Honorary President and life member of the Ladies Curling Club.
Her husband Willet Irvin died in 1917. A son, Robert, died in England during the First World War and another son Willett died in 1917.
Surviving are two sons, Maurice and Earle, three daughters, Mrs. C.D. Gaynor, Mrs. W Lowe and Mrs. H. Anderson; one brother Will and three sisters, Laura, Lyla and Myrtle.
Obituary Published in the Winnipeg Free Press, July 13, 1954, Page 8.

Prov. Mb. Birth Cert. Reg. # 1901-004773 indicates - Willet Scott Simpson- Born May 10, 1901 in the Franklin, mother as Ida Jane (Scott) Simpson.

Scott, Ida Jane (I1420)

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Dad's middle name was spelled Hallowell, after his mother's maiden name.
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James Hallowell Holcombe Jr.

Holcombe, Lt. Col. retired James Hallowell (I25152)

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Daily Independent Journal
Friday, August 25, 1967

Ethel Moore, sister of retired banker William P. Murray Sr., and a member of the long established San Rafael family, died yesterday in a local hospital after a lengthy illness. She was 95.

Born in San Rafael, Mrs. Moore was a daughter of Adam and Euphenia Murray, who came to the city in 1869. Her father was a builder and contractor and partner in a lumber business on A Street.

After her marriage to Dr. Robert I. Moore, she moved to San Francisco where he had a dental practice.

Although her husband's office was destroyed in the earthquake, the couple's home survived the fire and they continued to live there until 1922 when they moved back to San Rafael.

Following Dr. Moore's death, she made her home with her late sister, Mrs. Pauline Vanderbilt, and later resided in her own home on Fifth Avenue.

She was a member of the First Presbyterian Church of San Rafael of which her mother was a founder member. Mrs. Moore was also a member of the church's women's society and a charter member of the Marin County Historical Society.

She is survived by her brother, William P. Murray, formerly associated with the Bank of Marin.

Funeral will be Monday at 2 p.m. at the Harry M. Williams Mortuary, San Rafael. Burial will be in Mt. Tamalpais Cemetery, San Rafael.

Friends may call at the mortuary after 12 noon tomorrow.,

Murray, Ethel (I39043)

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Dale Simpson
BIRTH?tab?Dec 1948
DEATH?tab?26 Nov 2018 (aged 69)
BURIAL?tab?
Roblin District Cemetery
Roblin, Roblin, Russell, Rossburn Census Division, Manitoba, Canada
MEMORIAL ID?tab?195011514 ? View Source

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Youngest son of Stewart & Islay Simpson.
Engineer, (University of Manitoba) worked for Schlumberger of Canada in Alberta, then moved back to Roblin to farm his parent's farm (5 West & 1.5 miles South of Robliin) after his Dad passed away.
How do you say goodbye to someone who meant as much to so many as Dale did? How do you replace someone, who provided so much positivity and levity in your life? Who's spirit, gentle kindness, sense of humour and adventure was unmatched...how do you fill that void? What kind of words can you string together to fairly describe what kind of a brother, husband, father, grandfather that he was? How do you explain to someone, that incredible energy and zest for life that he had. The love of adventure. The burning desire to just go. Always moving. On to to new places, try new things. How do you fairly depict his generosity? How he shared all his good fortune in life with those around him? I've wrestled with it for days, but I finally realized there are no words. There's nothing I can stand here and say to you...that paints the complete picture or tells the whole story. And He always said more with his actions than his words anyway.
Dale Simpson was born in December 1948. He grew up on the farm, along side his brother Gordon. Like most young farm kids, it meant work before play. Yet there was plenty of time for both. He was a good kid and a good student. With good grades in high school, he moved on to Winnipeg to study engineering. There was a university dance one night and some nursing students were there. This story would likely be a lot different if it wasn't for that night...for it was that night Dale met Lynn. Lynn Cowburn. She was special. Fancy. This wasn't a farm girl. At least, not yet. They dated, and were soon married. University was over and with engineering degree in his pocket, he and Lynn followed his work in Edmonton. Meanwhile, in his heart...the family farm was calling. Dale's dad had passed away a few years earlier and over time, the prospect of returning home to run the farm became too much to overlook. Dale and Lynn packed up and moved home to that little farm house west of Roblin, and never left. There were growing pains, but in time the farm flourished. Dale began adding sections of land, pieces of machinery, buildings, bins, hired men...Dale turned the farm into a thriving business. And not by accident. He was always driven and had an appetite to learn. He had computers with weather maps, spreadsheets, grain pricing, world trends...he soaked up all the info he could find and applied it to the business of farming.
While Dale was building the farm, he and Lynn also began building their family. Trisha was born, then Joanne....followed by Karleen. Beautiful, baby girls. 3 of them. Outnumbered by women in his own home 4-1. Now that's how you learn patience. And he was patient. And thoughtful. And kind. And generous. He was that "drop everything your doing to help your neighbor " kind of person. He loved the farm. You hear the saying, "love what you do and you'll never work a day in your life." Not that it wasn't hard work or long hours, but he never gave you the impression he'd rather be anywhere else. To watch the crops take shape during the summer gave him a real sense of purpose and satisfaction.
Sitting still wasn't one of his best traits. You would lose him from time to time. "Where's Dale? Have you seen Dale?" The farm was perfect for him because there was always some where to go, putter around with something. For the most part he was very practical and calculated. Quiet and unassuming. But yet he had a surprising appetite for adventure. Down hill skiing, hiking, scuba diving, biking, golfing...he recently bought a fishing boat and a snow machine. If you asked Dale to go do something...you wouldn't hear no. And he was tireless. If he loved what he was doing, it was tough to get him to stop. And nearly impossible for the rest of us to keep up. He was amazing grandpa. He did everything. Wanna play ping pong? Basketball? Bike ride? Throw the ball around. Ride in the kubota. He was in for everything, always. And he loved to get a rise out of the grand kids. Often he'd do something silly at the dinner table or if we were out somewhere... and if he got a giggle. Then he would escalate things a bit, being met at some point by Lynn's all too familiar "Dale." But that too was almost fuel for him to continue. He'd give a little eye roll the kids and push it a little further.
Dale and Lynn. Lynn and Dale. What a team. They travelled around the world and back again. I don't like spending more than a couple nights living in hotels and out of a suitcase. They would do it for months. And love it. Safari's and tour buses and excursions galore. No need to reserve beach chairs or cabanas for this pair. They would have two or three trips planned in advance at any given time. Even as recent as this June, Dale finished up with a doctors appointment and was on a plane for another scuba diving adventure. You could keep your condo in Scottsdale or Boca Raton...that was not for these two.
Class. Pride. Integrity. He had it all. The dignity in how he handled illness was so courageous. Rather than let it crush his spirit, in a way it energized him. It didn't slow him down. It only accelerated the pace at which he lived. There was no self pity. And never asked for anyone to feel sorry for him. No anger. Through all the treatments and setbacks along the way, his optimism never wavered. Last weekend, I had a chance to call him at the hospital and say goodbye. It was a very difficult thing obviously. I was upset as I hung up. Lynn and the girls were there bedside with him and he said, "well now I've got everyone crying." Trish said to him "you know why that is, right? Because everything is more fun with you." "I like that."
I heard the saying recently, you can die well by living well. Take periodic checks in on your life to ensure you aren't just going through the motions. Live your life, knowing that there IS a finish line. That maybe....time running out is a gift. Where would the urgency be to step outside the box if you had forever to do it. It may only be coincidence, but is seemed like Dale was keenly aware of it. It's like he knew the curtain could fall at anytime, so he lived it.
Living, or dying with regrets is a terrible thing. It gives me peace knowing that...I don't think Dale left much undone. He poured everything into his 69 years, wringing out every last drop.
And if you were lucky enough to be around for even part of the ride, what an exciting, joyous, and beautiful ride it was.
Today we say goodbye to one of the finest men I've ever known. Upon first meeting, Dale Simpson might have come across as a quiet, unassuming man. You would have been right. He wasn't going to overwhelm you with talk of religion or politics...smother you with his opinion. Not about to dominate a conversation. Yet at the same time, and likely shocking to most, inside that reserved gentleman was an incredible appetite for adventure, a steely determination and a wonderful zest for life. All you needed was to happen upon one of the countless things in life he was passionate about...you would quickly learn...he was all in.
I've always felt like Dale was a throwback. He had the intelligence, drive, work ethic and integrity to have prospered during any generation. The house he lived in is the only house he ever lived in. He lived by basic principles: If you can't afford it, don't buy it. If it's broken, fix it. Need a new one, what's wrong with the old one? There was a simplicity there that we don't often see anymore. And with that easy going manner, he had a tremendous positivity, an asset today that is also in short supply. Things were always "pretty good." He knew that being in a good mood or being happy was mostly within your control. The glass, was always half full if not more. He became captivated by the field. Where you and I saw dirt, he saw it as much more. You could see how proud he was...he would point out to us which fields were his as we would drive by. He was constantly monitoring the weather, prices, economic trends from around the globe. He was in tune with the entire industry. And as technology evolved, so did he. Some farmers resisted innovation....Dale embraced it. The same intelligence and appetite to learn he used to earn his engineering degree, he forged in the field of farming.
A large segment of the farming community are always relieved when harvest is over. Quite happy to park the machinery and wind down. I'm sure he was happy to see the season end, but he never gave you the impression that it was a burden. It was always evident the sense of enjoyment and pride he took in working the land; collecting and enjoying it's bounty. Walking away wasn't easy for Dale. He really wrestled with the idea of retiring from the farm. Luckily though, it didn't take him long to realize it would afford him time to really immerse himself in the other loves he had in life. Namely Lynn. He and Lynn, literally travelled the world together. New Zealand to Australia, China to Bali, Hawaii to Africa. They travelled Europe, the Caribbean, Central America. Made it to Jamaica three times. They would remarkably live out of suitcases for weeks on end. A small price to pay. Planes, trains and automobiles. It could have been a five star hotel one night, a drab hostel the next. It didn't matter, so long as they were together. One by one they picked out places on the map and packed their bags. You could always tell where they had been by the shirts Dale wore. Every stop meant a new tourist t-shirt. From our standpoint as family, It was hard to keep straight where Dale and Lynn were at any one time. "Where are they? Is it Tonga or Antigua?" They loved to travel and were great at it. All in.
They even landed in tropical destinations like Calgary and Winnipeg time to time. But if there was a radiant sun, salt air and warm water lapping at their toes in white sand, they were where they were meant to be. It wasn't always sand and surf for the Simpson's. One of the first gifts Dale ever bought Lynn was a set of downhill skis. Lynn, having never down hill skied before, didn't know she wanted a set of downhill skis. But Dales enthusiasm was contagious and it wasn't long before they were making trips to Alberta and BC before and after the girls were born. More recently, Dale was a member of the Calgary seniors ski team. While living in Roblin. He'd drive to Calgary, hop on a bus with strangers and ski for days. He'd come back, gushing with stories about the amazing snow, and the great food and wine. When it came to skiing it was hard to keep up with Dale...our family especially. It came down to us all having to take shifts....Trish, Marty and Karleen will go Monday, then Rob, Joanne, Eddy and Charley will go Tuesday. Lynn would maybe try to get him to skip a day here and there, but he'd work behind the scenes to form a group of allies to join him on the slopes...and sure enough the next morning they were off again. If he came to ski, he was going to ski. All in.
On one of Lynn and Dale's warm weather excursions, he took one of those free scuba diving lessons they offer at resorts. It didn't take long and a passion for diving was born...at the tender age of 66 years old. Before long, trips to Calgary or Winnipeg weren't just for visiting ...it was a chance to add some new scuba gear to his growing collection. Vacation planning now began to revolve around the quality of diving nearby. Much like with skiing, he would routinely join a group of strangers on a scuba trip and set off for the day...or days. He went on a diving trip last year where they slept and ate right on the boat for the week. The boat offered guests 5 different times a day to go diving. Some would sleep in and dive in the afternoon...others would go in the morning to enjoy the mid day sun on the boat deck. Dale went on all five dives on day one. And day two. And three. On the five day excursion he dove 25 times. Not even the instructors could handle that. They called him the Iron Diver. All in.
Not too many years ago he chose to hone his skills at the game of Golf. He found a set of golf clubs somewhere on the farm...probably better suited for a museum than a golf course by now, but started to swing away.
The latest head over heels love affair for Dale was Biking. Specifically, the e-bike. Pedal bike but has an electric battery assist to make tougher terrain and hills easier. He loved it. He started slow, just biking to Davis's. Then down some trails. Then into town for coffee. During the summer coming home from treatment in Winnipeg Lynn and Dale would stop in clear lake. Lynn would have ice cream and Dale would disappear into the forest on his bike. It was only August that Joanne and Dale biked the trails from Canmore to Banff. Again, All in.
I cannot forget, his toy on four wheels, not two. For months and months Dale would visit the Ford dealership in town, literally kicking tires on a car deal. He'd leave, come back, leave again. Seasons would change but he was persistent. That car, the apple of his eye never left the showroom. Not until one day, Dale Simpson, blue jeans, tattered shirt, dusty cap...slowly slid the shifter in drive, of his new, glimmering yellow Ford Mustang convertible. Now thats all in. There was no wiping the smile off his face when he was behind the wheel.
But as you circle back around to the beginning, at the heart of it all was an honest, hard working family man, with unfailing integrity. If you ever needed a check of your moral compass, spend some time with him. He'd listen, and in his own way steer you towards what was right. One of my first brushes of what he stood for came many years ago. I don't think there were any grandkids even then. He was in the middle of harvest, just pouring it on to get things wrapped up. We had all come home to the farm and were going to sit down for dinner. Lynn had asked Dale if he could just come and have dinner with us all before we went back to the city. Probably not very convenient for him, but he didn't put up a fuss and made his way back to the farm. We were sitting down for this great meal Lynn had prepared for all of us. Dale asked what we were having and it was beef tenderloin. He was pretty impressed with that. He made a comment that the hired men back out working the field would like that very much. Lynn mentioned that there obviously wasn't tenderloin for that many people and that she had already packed lasagne and garlic bread in the lunches for the workers. Without saying much he visited with us for a few minutes, encouraged all of us to enjoy our dinner, grabbed the lunches, and went to eat with the guys in the field. He was not going to sit in the house and eat tenderloin while the men working for him had lasagne out in the field. That moment stuck with me always.
What would Dale do? I've used that many times as a barometer when pressed into a challenging decision. Not what is easiest. Or quickest. He would always do the right thing...no matter what.
How do you measure a person's legacy? What is it people will remember about you when you are gone? Is it an award? Accomplishments? Money? Tangible things left behind? Maybe. But with Dale, it's so much more. For starters his generosity knew no bounds. What was his, was yours. Without fail. Whatever successes he'd achieved in life, made him happiest if he could share. I would bet most of us in here have been on the receiving end of his graciousness.
He had an easy and gentle kindness. Whether it was a lifelong friend, or someone he'd never met...they were greeted with the same smile and hearty handshake. His dealing with illness was inspirational. I've never liked the phrasing of "losing the battle" or "losing the fight". Dale took this head on with the same intensity and fire he did everything in his life. Roadblock after roadblock, his positivity never wavered. You need not feel bad for him, he never felt sorry for himself. Maybe the legacy of a man is simply the lasting impression people have. And with his story now written, there is no one with a bad word to say about Dale Simpson. Not one. Liked by all and loved by so many. I can only hope to be as lucky. He poured his heart into everything he did. The family farm...his kids....his grandkids....and of course Lynn. I like to think that he's somewhere today, strapped into a harness learning to hang glide. Maybe with a parachute on his back set to skydive out an airplane. I know this much...hammocks were not made for people like Dale. It was exhilaration. It was feeling the wind in your face....be it by skiing, biking, behind the wheel with the top down....or maybe just an ocean breeze beside the woman he loved...that was what made his heart race....right to the end. Dale always said more with his actions than his words. I hope we can all take a little bit of his spirit, joy and sense adventure with us. He'd love that. Why dip a toe in the water, when you can cannonball? Why wade in the shallow end, when you can dive to its depths? Why stick to the groomed runs, when there's knee deep powder? (www.nairn-chyzfuneralhome.com)

Simpson, Dale (I20449)

5555

Dana Featherston May 16 2020
Posted on May 20, 2020 by Mary

?b?Dana Feathersto?/b?n
May 16, 2020
?b?Dana E. Featherston
(nee Simpson)
1926-2020?/b?
After a long struggle with dementia, Dana Elizabeth Featherston passed away peacefully with her loving granddaughter Shannon at her side, on Sat. May 16, 2020 at Fairview Manor, Almonte, Ontario. Dana is reunited thru faith with her devoted husband Ken, beloved parents Gilmour & Luella (nee Fee) Simpson, grandparents William & Annie (nee Hawthorne) Simpson and her cherished sisters, Doreen (Drummond) and Audrey (Bullis).
Born and raised on the 8th line of Goulbourn on the family homestead, Dana had a childhood filled with happy memories of farm life, walking to the one room schoolhouse, attending the Ashton United Church, family gatherings and great neighbours. A dance introduced Dana to her loving, quiet and steadfast husband, Kenneth James Featherston.
Their cherished children are son Barry (Linda) and daughter Kenda. Together, they enjoyed every moment with their adored grandchildren Shannon (Chris) and Troy Featherston. Great grandson Sheamus (and step great grandchildren Aspen & Maddox) brought her great joy.
A lifelong love of music led to a career as a Music Teacher traveling throughout schools in Lanark County, and a devoted Church choir member for over 60 years. Dana always looked her best, was a gifted photographer, loved to dance and could never pass by a piano without playing a cord!
Dana will be fondly remembered by her only brother, Bill Simpson (late Helen), numerous nieces, nephews, cousins, extended family and her dear lifelong friends Muriel (late Jim), Susan and Bruce Townend.
The family would like to acknowledge all the exemplary staff of Fairview Manor and thank them for the compassionate care of Dana over the years.
If so desired, a memorial contribution to the Fairview Manor Resident Fund would be greatly appreciated.
Private family graveside service details entrusted to Barker Funeral Home Carleton Place, Ontario.

Simpson, Dana Elizabeth (I5384)

5556

Daniel Munro, son of John Henry Munro and Margaret Ellen Manary was born April 3, 1895 in Lanark Township. He enlisted in Ottawa June 21, 1918. After the war he married Pearl Ramsbottom. He farmed in Lanark Township. They had two sons, Keith and Willingdon. He was brother of Isaac, Clifford, Bill, Mary Currie, Viola Craig, Edna Munro, and Gladys Closs. He died March 2, 1948 and is buried in the cemetery at St. John's Innisville.

The death occurred at the Great War Memorial Hospital, Perth, on Tuesday March 2, 1948 of an esteemed and well-known resident of Lanark township in the person of Daniel Munro. In failing health for the last year, he was in serious condition for the last two months.
Born April 3, 1895, son of John Henry Munro and Margaret Ellen Manary, he served overseas for two years during World War 1. On June 24, 1925, he was united in marriage with Miss Pearl Ramsbottom, of Lanark, and following their marriage they took up residence in their
farm home on the twelfth line of Lanark Twp., where they lived ever since and farmed successfully "Dannie" as he was better known, enjoyed life to its fullest and through his sterling qualities made many friends. He was very fond of the young people and loved sports of all kinds. During the "twenties" he was a very valued member of the famous Union Hall Tigers Baseball team. He was dearly beloved in the community where he lived by his removal through death the County looses a good citizen. In religion, he was a member of St. John's Anglican Church. Besides his widow and two sons, Keith and Willingdon, he is survived by his parents, three brothers and four sisters; Isaac of Lanark; Clifford and Bill Munro of Perth; Mary (Mrs. John Currie; Edna (Mrs. Ernest Munro) of Clayton; Viola (Mrs. D. J. Craig),
Carleton Place and Gladys (Mrs. Everrett Closs) of Halpenny. The funeral which was one of the largest witnessed in the community, in some time, took place from the family residence on Thursday afternoon March 4, to St. John's Anglican Church Boyds, where the service was conducted by Rev. D. F. Weeghar and Rev. Goodwin.

Munro, Daniel "Dannie" (I11294)

5557

Daniel Thomson
Daniel James Thomson of Almonte, died suddenly after a heart seizure yesterday at Almonte Hospital. He was 83. Son of the late Mr. and Mrs. John Thomson, of Portage du Fort, he was born at Litchfield, Que. He was educated at the Portage du Fort Public School, and was a culler scaler for 50 years. He had worked for J. R. Booth Company and other Quebec and Ontario firms. He married Mildred Maude Turner of Almonte, in 1906. He leaves: his wife; four sons, Claude and Cecil of Almonte, Howard of Carleton Place, and C. M. Thomson of Port Credit; four brothers, Enderby, of Vancouver, B.C., Kenneth, of North Bay, Clifford of Port Neuf, Que., and Farrell In Flint, Michigan; two sisters, Mrs. Ruben Henderson and Mrs. Herbert Price, both of Hamilton. The funeral will be held at 2.00 Thursday, from the home of Mr. and Mrs. Claude Thomson on Richey Street to St. Paul's Anglican Church. Canon J. W. R. Meakin will officiate. Burial will be at St. Paul's Anglican Cemetery.

Thomson, Daniel James (I90)

5558

Daniel was christened in Scotland as Donald and apparently changed his name to Daniel to avoid confusion with the multiple Donald Munro's that lived in Lanark County in the 1830's and 1840's.

Munro, Donald "Daniel" (I6404)

5559

Darlene Page just shared this photo..: "Hello there i have a picture that i would like to share .... I have been doing alo
t of research for many years know and a family member sent me this photo . It is done in metal, I had the town of
Carleton Place help me out with dating it and w believe and are 99 % sure that this man is Andrew Waugh father of
Samuel Waugh. He died in 1884 form TB. His wife was Elizabeth Cram and she died a year earlier than him from
TB also. The town said that there was a lot of photo done in metal around 1870 until the late 1880's when a carnival
use to come to town in the fall. This makes sense due to the family word of mouth history of who it was and the
age of the man in the photo ! Thanks Darlene!!! Keep those photos coming folks.. we love to share.:)
Jennifer Fenwick Irwin did you do the research on this?

Lanark County Genealogical Society 20160926

Cram, Elizabeth "Maggie" (I5656)

5560

Waugh, Andrew (I5657)

5561

Darline D. Duncan, 69, a lifelong Skagit County resident, passed away at her home in Burlington on Wednesday, February 28, 2007.
She was born on September 8, 1937 in Sedro-Woolley, Washington, the daughter of John C. & Eula M. Goodyear Duncan.
Darline was raised and attended school in Sedro-Woolley, graduating from Sedro-Woolley High School in 1958 and where she played the accordion in the school band. She then attended Skagit Valley College.
Darline was an accomplished accordion and organ player; she played the accordion in several local bands, notably with Ernie Tyree's band for several years playing at grange halls, dances and retirement communities. For the past several years Darline and enjoyed playing the organ at retirement centers, especially at Creekside in Burlington where she resided.
She is survived by her mother, Eula Duncan of Burlington. Aunts, Mollie Sackman of Burlington and Jean DeWitt of Sedro-Woolley; cousins, Julie Tingley and Kristin Nelson of Sedro-Woolley and several aunts, uncles and cousins living on the east coast.
She was preceded in death by her father, John Duncan; grandparents, Clara & Frank Goodyear and her favorite aunt & uncle, Francis & Chester DeWitt.
The family suggests memorials be made to the Lions Eye Sight Program.
Graveside services will be held on Saturday, March 3, 2007 at 11:00 AM at the Sedro-Woolley Union Cemetery with Pastor Walt Rice of Bethlehem Lutheran Church in Sedro-Woolley officiating. Arrangements are under the direction of Lemley Chapel, Sedro-Woolley.

Duncan, Darlene D. (I12661)

5562

DATE 1949
NOTE see notes for death

Kidd, Esther Ann (I3947)

5563

DATE 1952
NOTE A FAMILY ORCHARD: LEAVES FROM THE MILLAR TREE, http://freepages.rootsweb.com/~database/MILLAR.html, accessed Dec 19 2012

Salter, William (I4698)

5564

DATE 1963
PLAC single

Kidd, Margaret Jane "Maggie" (I3725)

5565

Date of birth based on age of 71 at death, as written on the gravestone

Fleming, Margarite (I22658)

5566

DATE of BIRTH is actually the DATE of BAPTISM as the son of James Park and Maron Allan in West Cotes, Cambulang, Lanarkshire.

He married Janet Hay on Aug 22, 1812 in Cambuslang.

They had the following children in Scotland:
James, Lillias, Marion, and Robert. Robert died in Scotland as a child of 1 yr, 6 mo, on June 21, 1821.

The young family came to Canada shortly after that and settled in Dalhousie Township, Lanark County. They set about making a new start in Canada, farming in that area until 1835.

In the meantime, they had the following children: Robert (II) and Janet (twins), Hugh, Jane, Arthur, Mary, Andrew, and Agnes.

In 1835 they moved to Plympton Township, Lambton County (then Kent County), and settled on Lot 7, Concession 2, of Plympton Township.

It's understood that they came by foot and ox-team bringing their possessions with them, including their livestock.

A new log house was built on the northwest corner of Lot 7, Concession 2. Plympton Township, where they resided the remainder of their lives.

***His wife's obituary states: "... he was stricken with cancer on the stomach and after a month's illness he died on the 9th Oct. 1841.

Notwithstanding, the sad bereavement the family, through the guidance of a prudent and sagacious mother, was kept together."

Park, Hugh (I23745)

5567

Date of burial -Jul 12, 1979
Shared with Joseph Gilbert (Garv

Thompson, Geraldine Evelyn (I20798)

5568

Date of burial -Nov 21, 1967
Shared with Geraldine Evelyn

Garvin, Joseph Gilbert (I14006)

5569

Date of death inscribed on memorial is 1968; however, the The Ottawa Journal Obituaries. Thursday May 29, 1958, page 34 documents Robert's date of death as 28 May 1958 in
Kemptville, Leeds and Grenville United Counties, Ontario, Canada

Flynn, Robert Thomas (I30735)

5570

Dates and maiden name are per her death certificate.

McKenzie, Katherine "Kate" (I30052)

5571

Dates Info from gravestone.
Obituary Notice-
Willet Simpson who passed away suddenly in California, US.
A private graveside service held Tuesday, Nov. 7, 2006
Published in the Steinbach Carillon, Thursday, November 2, 2006, Page 10 and November 9, 2006, Page 12B.

Simpson, Willet Cleve (I23068)

5572

Daughter listed, Mary Jane, is actually Mary Jane Glynn, daughter of Thomas and Rebecca Glynn. The Condells took Mary Jane in when her mother died.

Glynne, Mary Jane "Minnie" (I36553)

5573

Daughter of Abijah Seeley and Martha Willows,
Sisters Miria Seeley and Eliza Ann (Seeley) Willows are also buried at Boyd's.

Seeley, Alvina Jennet (I20368)

5574

daughter of Albert Woods and Jessie Fisher
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BROWN, Ethel
In hospital on Monday, May 31, 1982, Ethel Woods, in her 75th year; loving mother and mother-in-law of Edgar and Gail Brown of Oshawa; Kay and Donald Scharf of Kars, Ontario; James and June Brown of Kanata; Wilda and Emmett Hicks of Ottawa. Also survived by loving grandchildren Susan, Carl and Anna Brown; Kevin and Lorie Scharf; Kimberley-Anne and David Brown; Cory and Jody Hicks. Resting Hulse and Playfair, funeral in the Chapel on Wednesday at 1pm. Interment Capital Memorial Gardens.
The Ottawa Citizen -- Tuesday, June 1, 1982

Woods, Sarah Ethel (I30614)

5575

Daughter of Archibald and Margaret Ewen Calender

Married Robert Gardner, 25 May 1800, Falkirk Parish, Barony, Lanark, Scotland

History - Margaret Calinder was born at or near Falkirk, Sterlingshire, Scotland, in January 1777, the daughter of Archibald Calinder and Margaret Ewens. In his diary, her grandson Archibald Gardner wrote:

"My maternal grandfather Archibald Calinder was a strong, healthy man with never an ache or pain. When he was about fifty years old, he went out one morning before breakfast to work a bit in his garden. It was a nice garden with a table and chairs hewn out of rock and surrounded by beech trees. The leaves of the beech remain dried on the trees all winter and are pushed off by the swelling buds in the spring. A wind stirred among them, and as they rattled grandfather leaned on his hoe. Grandmother came to call him to his morning meal and, seeing him in this unusual position, asked him what was the matter. 'I do not know,' he said. 'The breeze that rustled the leaves struck my head and sent a shiver though me.' She started with him to the house about 20 rods away, but before they reached there he was delirious. He died the next day."

Robert Gardner, Sr, was born March 12, 1781, at or near Hilston, Renfrewshire, Scotland. His father was William Gardner, his mother Christine Henderson. His people were strong, healthy people. His father measured six feet two inches in his stocking feet and was an elder in the Presbyterian Church. They were strict living people.

Robert was the youngest of thirteen children. He was bound out to learn the carpenter's trade but evidently did not follow that activity for a livelihood.

In his twentieth year he married Margaret in Glasgow sometime in 1800, when she was 23 years of age. The couple made their first home in Glasgow.

Their first child was Margaret, who died at the age of nine months and nine days of smallpox. The second child named William was born in Glasgow on January 31, 1803. Other children included Christine, born in Glasgow about 1805 who died of the dregs of whooping cough, aged 15 months. Mary was born in Kilsythe, Sterlingshire on June 5,1807. Margaret (the second) was born in Kilsythe on January 10, 1810. She died when about thirteen or fourteen months old which would be in March or April 1811. Janet was born in Kilsythe on July 5, 1812. Archibald was born in Kilsythe, which is twenty miles east of Glasgow on September 2, 1814. The next child was stillborn baby girl. The ninth and last child was born October 12, 1819 in Kilsythe. They named him Robert Jr.

When Margaret and Robert were first married, they kept a grocery store and tavern called the Black Bull Inn. They later moved to the outskirts of Kilstythe on the main road to Edinburgh. Their home was a little rock house across the road from the Garril Oat Mill. Robert rented the mill from Canal Co. who owned it. They also had a farm which netted them a fair profit.

Living out of town, the children's education was limited. In 1818 the family moved into town where Archibald, aged 4, was sent to school and then learned to reach the New Testament. No doubt the other children were given educational advantages, as the father was rated a good scholar. In town they ran a tavern again.

Times were poor, business dull, and people became dissatisfied with the government. The women and children shared in the anxiety as well as the men. What a worry it must have been when Robert was carried to prison along with many others after protests, insurrections, and battles erupted against the government.

Soon jails and castles were crowded with prisoners and many honest folk were carried away who had had no hand in the affair. This was the case with Robert. He was taken away from his business, and Margaret was left to care for the family as well as the tavern. He was incarcerated for nine long weeks in Sterling Castle. He was released when no one appeared to testify against him.

It was this incident that caused Robert to leave Scotland for a land of liberty and justice, the land of America. Taking leave of his wife and three younger children, he set sail for Canada in the spring of 1822. William, now nineteen, and Mary, fourteen, accompanied him.

What a decision to make! What a year of anxiety and worry for Margaret! She received no encouraging reports of how her husband fared in the new land. Nevertheless, she sold out all the remaining possessions and took passage aboard the sailing vessel, "Bucking Horn," bound for Quebec, Canada, in the spring of 1823.

On the way to Glasgow she received the one and only letter from her husband in a year's time. There was no information as to where they were or the direction they had taken after landing. Nothing more was heard until Margaret arrived at Prescott, above Montreal, where her husband was waiting to greet her. She had been five weeks and three days crossing the ocean. What a meeting! Robert had heard that the wives of twenty-five Scotch men were following their husbands to America, and he had walked 72 miles to see if his wife was among them.

They left as soon as possible for their home in the woods. Ten miles were traveled that morning to the home of a family named Grey where William had been employed. It was here Margaret mistook Thomas Reed for her son, when asked by Mrs Grey to pick William out as the farm hands came in for dinner. William, not knowing of their arrival, passed her by. When they found out their mistake, they all burst into tears. William had grown so tall, his Scotch plaids were much the worse for wear, his face sunburned and so changed, she could not tell which was her son.

After dinner they left for Brockville, 20 miles away. William quit his job and went with them. They took turns carrying Archibald, nine, and little Robert, two and a half. Mary had remained at home while the father was away.

Watching and waiting, she heard them approaching. With her little dog Snap, she ran through the woods to meet them, but was so overcome on seeing them, she burst into tears and ran back to the shanty without speaking. Poor little Mary! What heartaches, loneliness and hardship she had borne since she last saw her dear mother and sister and brothers. How they must have thanked their Heavenly Father that they were permitted to be together again in family reunion.

Life in Canada was not easy. In the biography of Robert their hardships are told. Yet I picture Margaret grinding their flour for over a year in a two dollar pepper mill, with the help of the family at times or trying to cook meals when all they had to eat one winter was bitter or winded potatoes and what game they could kill.

I imagine her anguish when Janet, twelve years old, became ill with typhus. Archibald wrote: "She complained for months of pains in her side. She grew worse, sank into unconsciousness and never rallied. The night before her passing, those attending her were pouring cold water from a teakettle onto her head when she said, 'Let me rest. By the middle of the night I will be at the top of the hill.' As she said, at midnight that night in October, 1824, her spirit took its flight.

During all the time she was sick, we could get no flour or meal, but procured a little coarse shorts or fine bran and prepared it the best we could. When we tried to get her to eat some, she said, 'Is that for me? Such stuff!' But she had no other while she lived." What a trial for a mother to bear!

For the next ten years, the family struggled along in Dalhousie. Margaret's eldest son William had married Ann Lackie in January, 1919, at the age of 26.

The fall of 1835, Robert and Margaret decided to move to Warwick, 500 miles farther west to join their sons William and Archibald who had gone the year before to try their fortunes in a more favorable part of Canada. This location was thirty miles east of Port Sarnia and thirty five miles west of New London, near the lower end of Lake Huron. Archibald, now 21 years of age, had procured five hundred acres of timberland at soldier's rights for fifty cents per acre. He gave 100 acres to his brother William, 200 to his father, and kept 200 for himself.

The two brothers had worked very hard the previous summer clearing the land of the heavy hardwood timber and raised enough corn for foodstuffs for the coming winter. The next two years were spent clearing the land and farming. Life was "one of pioneering. With settlements so far away, we had no stores to go to. The clothes which we wore came from the backs of the sheep in our own pastures. After being clipped, the wool was cleaned and carded by the women. The nearest carding machines were from 30 to 50 miles away. The carded wool was spun into yarn on the old spinning wheel and then woven into cloth on hand looms. The wives and mothers made this cloth into clothes for men, women and children in their own kitchens."

The homes in that "locality were build of logs; the better ones hewn, the humbler ones of rough logs. Floors were made of split logs, flat side up. Glass windows were unknown. A little slide was thrown back admitting light when the weather would permit. Doors were of split and hewn logs."

No mills were available, so the people ground their grain in little stones set in the hearth. This condition prompted their son Archibald, not much more than a boy, to undertake building a mill. This he accomplished and later built a saw mill and got along well, having custom for thirty miles around.

And so life went on in Warwick. March 29, 1836, their daughter Mary married George Sweeten, a farmer. Several children were born to the couple, but all died except their daughter Margaret and son Robert. Then Christmas Eve, 1842, George died, leaving his wife Mary a widow with her two children, a great grief for the parents.

Some time in the year 1843, a Latter-day Saint, Elder John Borrowman, preached the gospel to the Gardner family. Son William was the first to be converted, but soon the whole family received baptism, except father Robert. He was baptized after he reached Utah. Margaret his wife "believed the Gospel at once and wholeheartedly. She had belonged to the Methodist Church and had always taught her children faith in God and Jesus Christ and to search the Scriptures. They taught their children to read the Bible, and they devoted much time to it."

William's daughter Jane wrote: "We could repeat all the books of the Bible, both the Old and New Testament, the Ten Commandments, the Lord's Prayer, and many passages of Scripture besides a good many hymns. When father went away, I was sent to Grandmother Gardner to be cared for. I did not go to school, there was none near where we lived. How I longed to read before I was able to! But I mastered the art while still quite young.

"Grandfather Gardner had a bookcase full of books up in the garret. My brother used to bring them home. One after another was diligently studied. We became the best readers in all the country round."

No long after contacting the new faith, Margaret became very ill. Archibald recorded: "Her life was despaired of. She insisted on being baptized. The neighbors said that if we put her in the water they would have us tried for murder as she would surely die.

Nevertheless, well bundled up, and tucked into a sleigh, we drove her two miles to the place appointed. Here a hole was cut in the ice, and she was baptized in the presence of a crowd of doubters who had come to witness her demise. She was taken home. Her bed was prepared but she said, 'No, I do not need to go to bed. I am quite well.' And she was.

"One man declared that if she did not die the night of her baptism he would become a Mormon next day, but next day she met him near the place where he had made the statement. He looked at her as if he had seen a ghost, nodded but did not speak. She was on her way, afoot, to her daughter's. He never joined the Church."

It was three years after they joined the Church that the family decided to gather with the Saints. On the last day of March 1846, they left Warwick, their destination Nauvoo. It took a month to reach that city, but they found it deserted. The trip across the state of Iowa was slow and trying.

William's children Janet and John both had the measles. Robert Jr's wife Janet gave birth to a baby boy during a terrible stormy night which brought water around the wagons up to the mens' boot tops. Next morning the mother was made as comfortable as possible, and the Canadian Company moved on. This was in Lee County in Iowa, May 22, 1846.

By September they reached Winter Quarters where they spent the winter. The season was long and bleak and bitter. They suffered cold and hunger, and most of them were sick. Son William was worst of all. He came near dying. Because of the assistance given to wives of those who had gone with the Mormon Battalion, they did not get into their own houses until New Year's. It was a winter of much sickness.

Margaret's son Archie was the only one of the family who was not confined to bed. Two of her granddaughters, William's daughter Janet and Robert's daughter Janet, both died and were buried in Winter Quarters about October 10, 1846. There was so much sickness at that time that the care of the living left no time for mourning for the dead. But when general health returned, they grieved for the loss of their dear ones and have never ceased to grieve for them.

In the spring of 1847, the Gardner clan prepared to start for the mountains. One of the houses, a good log one, which had been lived in only for three months and had cost about a hundred dollars was traded for a gun valued at 10 dollars. Many other similar sacrifices had to be made. They left Winter Quarters the 21st of June in Bishop Hunter's company of one hundred wagons.

About twenty miles west of Winter Quarters, son Robert's oldest little boy, five and a half years of age, was knocked under the wheel of a wagon. "Both nigh wheels ran over his bowels. He was tenderly cared for for 500 miles, through dust and wind, over rough roads or smooth, before death mercifully ended all. He was buried on the bank of the Platte River."

On Friday October 1, 1847, the second company to reach the valley arrived. "Twenty four Gardners had left Canada in the spring of 1846. Three died and one was born during the journey to the West, making 22 who arrived in Great Salt Lake valley that October."

They camped in their wagons the first winter at the Warm Springs. The morning of Oct 6, another granddaughter was added to the family. Archie's wife Margaret gave birth to a baby in the Old Fort. She had driven the horse team all the way across the plains, through rivers and deep canyons and over the Big Mountain. They said at the finish: "Notwithstanding all we had passed through, the hand of the Lord was over us, and we arrived safely at our destination."

In the spring of 1848, the family moved and settled at Mill Creek, southeast of the Old Fort. Margaret's two sons Archibald and Robert erected a sawmill on that Creek. Later two other sawmills and two shingle mills were built by them with the help of others. Margaret must have been very proud of the achievements of her husband and sons and the good homes they built together.

Among their neighbors who settled at various points on Mill Creek and Big Cottonwood Creeks were a number of their old Canadian friends. John Borrowman, the man who carried the Gospel to them in Canada also located there, as well as Mary Fielding Smith and Apostle Joseph F. Smith, and John Smith, Patriarch, and others.

The year 1848 the bread stuff, mostly corn, had to be rationed and weighed to make it last until harvest. Margaret saw the darkest days when the crickets swarmed down from the mountains and devoured the crops. She saw the miracle of the seagulls which were sent by God to destroy the pests. Ensuing years saw pests of locusts and grasshoppers that made times hard, but never was there a season so serious as the summer of 1848 when the crickets came.

Seven years later, on November 2l, 1855, Margaret was called upon to part with her beloved husband, Robert Gardner Sr. He died at Mill Creek, leaving her to live alone in her little log house on the hill. She was now 79 years of age.

Two years later great grandmother attended the tenth anniversary celebration in Big Cottonwood on July 24, 1857. All the Gardners attended except two. This was an important occasion. Headed by President Brigham Young, a company of 2587 people were conveyed there in 464 carriages and wagons drawn by 228 horses and mules and 332 oxen and cows. It is a steep rugged canyon quite a few miles up. Entertainment consisted of musical numbers from six brass bands, singing, programs, athletic contests, and drills by six companies of militia. Dancing was punctuated by a salute from a brass howitzer. During that time word came that the U.S. government had troops on the way to exterminate the Mormons. That ended the celebration.

Johnston's army came to Utah in 1858. The Gardner clan left all their possessions, joined the migration, and moved south to Spanish Fork. Margaret was among them. Later when the trouble with the government had been adjusted, the people returned to their former homes. Son Robert and family went back to Mill Creek, his mother with them. Margaret, now 81 years of age, made her home with her son's first wife Jane.

Four years later on April 28, 1862, the faithful saint and devoted mother of William, Mary, Archibald, and Robert died at the age of 85 at Mill Creek and was buried beside her beloved husband in the Salt Lake Cemetery.

Her daughter Mary, who had as a girl of fifteen left her native Scotland and accompanied her father into the rugged wilderness, fell a victim of the migration to Spanish Fork, and weary and worn, died in the same year, aged 51. She lies buried in the Upper Grave Yard, restored and rededicated by the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers of Spanish Fork.

Calinder, Margaret (I10367)

5576

Daughter of Charles Sidney Hanes and Susan Pollock, married 11 June 1925 to Laurence Thornton Loucks.

Obituary, The Ottawa Journal
LOUCKS, Anna Agnes - In hospital Tuesday, Aug. 17, 1971, Anna Agnes Hanes of Winchester, in her 66th year, beloved wife of Lawrence T. Loucks.

Interment St. Lawrence Union Cemetery.

Hanes, Anna Agnes (I27963)

5577

daughter of Daniel Drummond & Annie Callaghan .
wife of Patrick James Rooney

Drummond, Mary Elizabeth (I35745)

5578

Daughter of Daniel Munro & Margaret Reid.
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Plot 22 :
- In memory of
- Matthew D., died Jan.30,1882, aged 7 yrs. 6 mos.
- also
- Marion A., died Dec. 29,1891, aged 4 yrs. & 4 mos.
- children of D. & M. Munro.

Munro, Marion A. (I16163)

5579

Daughter of David McKinley, born in Scotland, and Margaret Rankin, born in Ireland.

Ivyline had immigrated to Canada about 1910, and had been living in B.C. for 50 years at the time of her death.

B.C. Death Reg. #71 09 005335

McKinley, Ivyline Jane (I26392)

5580

Daughter of Donald McPhail and Jane Kilfoyle, both born in Ontario, Canada.
Predeceased by her husband Isaac Loughton Beattie.
Resided at 33481-Nelson Road in Abbotsford, British Columbia.
Died at M.S.A. General Hospital in Abbotsford.
Cause of Death: Cerebral Hemorrhage due to Arteriosclerosis Vascular Disease.

McPhail, Elizabeth Jane (I40865)

5581

Daughter of Dr. James A. Naismith and Maude E. (Sherman) Naismith.
Her father Dr. James A. Naismith, is the inventor of basketball.
She married Thomas Lee Dawe.
She was a registered nurse.

Naismith, Maudann "Ann" (I20219)

5582

Daughter of Edward and Mary Bourne. Married to Ernest West on 14 Jan 1903, in York, Ontario.

Bourne, Ethel Mary (I8618)

5583

Daughter of Elijah Van Camp and Catherine Brouse.

Van Camp, Harriett Elizabeth (I15512)

5584

Daughter of Elizabeth Farmer and James Peever

Sister of John R, Ann, Elizabeth, James P and Ellen

Peever, Mary Jane (I27848)

5585

Daughter of Enoch and Jane Scharfe
Informant, husband: William I Nevin
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NEVIN __
Monday, August 2, 1943, in hospital, Meda May Scharfe, beloved wife of William I. Nevin, of 345 Sherwood Drive, in her 46th years.
Remains resting at the parlors of A.E. Veitch and Son, where funeral service will be held on Wednesday August 4. Interment at Beechwood.
(The Ottawa Journal -- Wednesday August 4, 1943)

Scharfe, Meda May (I19312)

5586

Daughter of Ephraim Pratt and Maria Smith (Ontario)
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WATTERS __
At the residence of her son, Harold F Leslie, Britannia Heights, on Saturday, February 4 1933, Mary Almira Watters, aged 70 years. Funeral from Tubman funeral parlors on Monday. Interment at Stittsville United Church cemetery.
(The Ottawa Journal -- Monday, February 6, 1933)

Pratt, Mary Almira (I27647)

5587

Daughter of Finlay Spence and Catherine Pinkerton, m. 12 Jul 1864

Times Colonist; Victoria, British Columbia, Canada; 25 Aug 1942
SIMPSON On Tuesday, August 25, 1942, at the Royal Jubilee Hospital, Elizabeth Stewart Simpson, beloved wife of O. F. Simpson of 3329 Kingsley Street. The late Mrs. Simpson was born In Arnprior, Ont., and had resided here for the past 35 years. She leaves to mourn her loss, besides her husband, three daughters. Mrs. G. (May) Davies of Seattle. Mrs. J. (Beth) Cameron of Victoria and Miss Kathleen Simpson at home: two sons, J. O. and R. K both in Victoria. Her eldest son. Donald Ernest, was killed overseas in the First Great War.
The remains are resting at McCall Brothers Funeral Chapel from where the funeral will take place on Frlday afternoon at 2 o'clock. Rev. Hugh McLeod will officiate, after which interment will be in Royal Oak Burial Park

Spence, Elizabeth Stewart (I36927)

5588

Daughter of Frederick Dinelle and Jennie Coughlan
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CORBETT, Jane __
In hospital, Wednesday, March 15, 1972, Jane Dinelle, widow of Charles Nelson Corbett, in her 77th year, dear mother of Charles (Bud) of Ottawa; Willard, Rev. Ellard and Nelson, Toronto; sister of Mrs. F. (Babe) Sauve, Mrs. S. (Lillian) Cloutier and Mrs. W. (Bernice) Crabbe, Ottawa. Also survived by 9 grandchildren. Resting Hulse and Playfair, service Friday at 3pm. Interment Beechwood cemetery.
(The Ottawa Journal -- March 15, 1972)

Dinelle, Ida Jane Ann (I34329)

5589

Daughter of Gabriel Watterson (Ireland) and Sarah Jane Kidd (Canada), wife of David McNiece
Resident of North Gower, age 68 years
Informant -- Ontario Hospital, Brockville

Watterson, Melinda Jane (I4580)

5590

Daughter of George Kerfoot. She was living at the time of the 1871 census, April 1871. Grave is unmarked.

Kerfoot, Ann (I28809)

5591

Daughter of Geraldine Duncan and Melvin John Morrow.

Morrow, Denise Joy (I3376)

5592

Daughter of Hebert Lockhart and Nancy Wylie

Lockhart, Dorothy (I40694)

5593

Daughter of Henry Hammond (1789 - 1851) and Margaret Boyd (1790 - 1862).
Married(1) in 1849 to James Sykes.
Married(2) in 1868 to William Walker (1803 - 1879).
Married(3) in in 1884 to David Holden (1815 - 1908).

Hammond, Sarah J. (I42349)

5594

Daughter of Henry Montgomery and Laura Bradley
19 days old, premature birth

sharing headstone with grandparents, Robert Graham and Jane Montgomery

Montgomery, Muriel Iona (I21202)

5595

Daughter of Henry Prosser and Elizabeth F Pugh

Sister Harriet Prosser McKenzie (1852England-1907MI) John Prosser (1856Wales-1886MI), Ada Prosser Teed (1859Wales-1946), Thomas Prosser (1864England-1907MI), Ella Prosser (1867MI-1887), Maude Alice Prosser Young (1870MI-1955)

Married Edgerton R Young May 10, 1892 Saginaw Saginaw Co MI

Mother of David Edgerton Young (1894MI-1973), Wesley Charles Young (1900MI-1974), Abraham H Young (1903MI-2001),

SOURCES: familysearch.org
Saginaw Public Library Obit Index

Prosser, Maude Alice (I43186)

5596

Daughter of Hugh Bowland (1813 ? 1895) and Sarah Stedman (1820 ? 1881). Married George Gardiner (widower) November 7, 1906 at St. John's Anglican Church, Innisville, ON.

Bowland, Emily (I19062)

5597

daughter of Isabella and Robert Lowery (spelling as per marriage record)"Ontario Marriages, 1869-1927," database with images, FamilySearch (https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:FMNK-84C : 11 March 2018), Michael Henry Lowery in entry for Henry Lowery and Mary Jane Lowery, 20 Mar 1878; citing registration , Pakenham, Lanark, Ontario, Canada, Archives of Ontario, Toronto; FHL microfilm 1,863,652. contributors Tanya & John

Lowry, Mary Jane (I41293)

5598

Daughter of Isabella Montieth and Thomas Lindsay Fargey; married January 07, 1925, in the RM of Pembina, Manitoba, to Ralph Campbell Currie; Manitoba marriage registration 1925,003240.

Fargey, Mary Ermina (I40483)

5599

Daughter of Jacob Bradley and Ann/Nancy Tetlock.

Born Goulbourne Township in the former Carleton County.
Died in the former South Crosby Township (now part of Rideau Lakes Township), Leeds County Ontario.

Bradley, Mary Ann (I17614)

5600

Daughter of James and Mary Stewart.
Chester Glass Davis and Helen Stewart were married March 22, 1916 at Westbourne, Manitoba.

Mrs. Chester Davis
Mrs. Chester (Helen) Davis, 72, of 314 24th Ave. W., died Saturday at her home. Rev. A.R. Huband will conduct funeral services in Park Memorial chapel, Tuesday at 2 p.m. Burial will be in the Union cemetery.
Mrs. Davis was born in Lanark, Ont., moving to Big Valley in 1906, and to Calgary in 1924. Mrs. Davis was a member of Knox United church, of the Edith Cavell chapter, O.E.S., and of the Esther Rebekah lodge, I.O.O.F.
Surviving are her husband, Chester G., of Calgary; two sisters, Mrs. William P. Sly, of Gladstone, Man., and Mrs. F.R. Todd, of Matiska, and a brother, J.R. Stewart, of Gladstone.
The Calgary Herald, Monday, December 23 1946, page 7

Ontario Birth Reg. #1874-05-007402
Alberta Death Reg. #1946-08-013257

Stewart, Helen Brown (I11642)

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