The wedding was that of Matt Hemmingsen to the best girl in the world; Margaret Alexander.1 It had taken place in the beautiful Comox Valley on 2 June 1910. It was that same quiet affair which had earlier prompted the question “was Ed Hemmingsen at the wedding?”2 We thought not, but being able to actually qualify … Continue reading Matt Hemmingsen (1876-1967) Memoirs: So was Agnes Alexander at the wedding?
Nana was past middle age in our recall; matronly, with soft-spoken Scottish presentation. She was no softie. We grandbrats often judged her a nudge, yet sought her respect. This ordinary dear left quite the bold imprint upon us. She would have been that plain lass with pleasantly rounded features, a nice little nose, and a … Continue reading Janet Gray Dickson, born McArthur (1894-1960) – A Qualicum Cabin On Sand Dollars.
We are Dickson-McArthur on our mother’s side. Several online “Family Trees” posit that our McArthur lineage extends to John who fell at the Battle of Culloden, that massacre of Saturday, 16 APR 1746. While we may have a tinge of Highlander woven into our story, this outlander finds that the thread breaks one or two … Continue reading The Adoption Witness on Ancestry: Our McArthur Clan and Culloden Moor
One character often dominates a family history. To preserve the worthy tales of all, we stripped out the colorful aspects of such a member to present the family of Alette Hemmingson. That is, we give you what the standard documents tell, and withhold a broader narrative. A separate post will follow soon, to disclose the sibling, … Continue reading Hemmingson: TB Was Not On The Draft Card. Was Disaster?
Here are the four generations behind Margaret Naysmith Hemmingsen, born Alexander (1891-1979). She was our Granny. We begin with Alexander kin in 1760s Ireland, whose children migrated to Scotland, then intermingled with Scottish, to end up in Canada. Granny’s generation was not completed until her mother’s last-born came. That was two months in front of … Continue reading Alexander Ancestry; the Great Wall of Margaret
My father’s passion was his work; my mother’s, her homemaking. They took delight in each other’s passion, and shared the joy of family. They were successful in many directions, highly travelled and wasted no time. Wherever we dwelt, Mum created a gorgeous garden. She was very lean but could show bicep, honed through tennis, digging … Continue reading Robert McArthur and Mary Hay Gray: Migrations, Catastrophe and Triumph