Every week, I share an excerpt from my Great Aunt’s book, As the Story is Told: A History of Morpeth and Community, which was printed in 1986. This week describes the centennial celebrations at both of Morpeth’s churches. This is of special interest to me, because I was born in 1977, and was given a…
I grew up just a few kilometres from Rondeau Provincial Park, and worked there for a few summers. It is very interesting to see this Sunday School Picnic photo, which is not dated. All of these children must have looked forward to the traditional picnic for weeks. Do you have any fond memories of picnics…
This week, I have a very cute letter that my 8-year-old great aunt wrote. It is interesting to read the details of that time period from the perspective of a child–not just any child–I spent a lot of time with Helene when I was growing up, since we lived close enough to her that we…
Every week, I share an excerpt from my Great Aunt’s book, As the Story is Told: A History of Morpeth and Community, which was printed in 1986. This week, we see the closing of St. John’s Church, which was within my lifetime. While not as interesting as the 1913 event of the steeple blowing off…
A couple of distant relatives playing about a hundred years ago. This isn’t the best photo, but it caught my eye because my children are six and five, and somehow this reminds me of them, just playing outside in the sun. “Annie” appears to have a stuffed gorilla or something on her shoulders, and possibly…
Today I have another letter to share from my Great Grandmother’s friend, Alma. This one was very pale and difficult to read, dating back 101 years. 34 So St. Louis Ave. Ave. – Ill. Chicago – 15th June 1913 My dear Mary, I presume you are wondering where I am at – all this long…
Every week, I share an excerpt from my Great Aunt’s book, As the Story is Told: A History of Morpeth and Community, which was printed in 1986. Today, I have a list of people who contributed money to the building of the church back in 1877. I found this list quite interesting, because I recognize…
