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 history of a little church called Trinity. I remember vividly that in Grade 8, our class went to this cemetery to do research. I…
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. Note, this is a historical text and I don’t necessarily agree with all of the authour’s views or turns of phrase. The Morpeth United Church is interesting to…
Another useful table from the antique Farm Account Book. I wonder which crops my great-great grandfather planted? I know they grew potatoes.
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. Note, this is a historical text and I don’t necessarily agree with all of the authours’ views or turns of phrase. This week’s chapter is about The Port…
This is the handwriting of either my great-great-grandfather, William J. Duck, or his wife Mary (Coll) Duck of Morpeth, Ontario early in 1897. What types of things were they purchasing 117 years ago? A cross saw at $4.25, a couple of creamers for 90 cents each. A whip for a quarter, a 20 cent curry…
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. Note, this is a historical text and I don’t necessarily agree with all of the authour’s views or turns of phrase. …continued from last week… Morpeth continued to…
Among my great grandmother’s things were these tiny sterling silver padlocks with keys. Both are engraved on the back with “Mary” and I imagine they were given to her as a child. They were grouped with a few other items that may have been at the bottom of her jewelery box during her entire life.
My Grandmother was diabetic. She had this tiny dish with a little bell in the lid to hold artificial sweetener pills. She had another one that looked like a mother hen, with a tiny spoon sticking out that looked like a chick. Here is another sweet heirloom I received from my great aunt. She left…
As a child, my siblings and I spent hours visiting our Great Aunt Helene at Hillcrest Cottage, my great grandparents home just a short walk away, across the field, over the creek banked in cement bags and up a driveway we knew we knew well from having picked the gravel out of the grass to…
I wonder who these two women were, and where this photo was taken. One guess is that it is along the lakeshore in late fall – there are leaves on the ground but not on the vine or tree. It must have been taken in the late 1800s.
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