tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55328116212044075902024-03-05T04:31:25.819-05:00THE HILLMANS OF ELGIN COUNTYA look at the Hillman family who immigrated from Wiltshire to Ontario, and then spread throughout North America. Now I can not write a blog and not have some opinions. I have a few.William Bruce Hillmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821747293960573537noreply@blogger.comBlogger128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532811621204407590.post-68281855963079041372013-09-22T15:28:00.000-04:002013-09-22T15:28:40.592-04:00 <span style="font-size: x-large;">John Arnold Hillman </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> January 10, 1920-September 20, 2013</span><br />
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<br />William Bruce Hillmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821747293960573537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532811621204407590.post-83937764959723007472012-02-01T10:53:00.000-05:002012-02-01T10:53:15.557-05:00Upper Canada Land Petitions (1763-1865)<a href="http://www.collectionscanada.gc.ca/databases/upper-canada-land/index-e.html?PHPSESSID=9ukhscr15duaokeg7j3vk5qtf6">Library and Archives Canada</a> has a listing by surname of land petitions up to 1865. A description of the database is as follows:<br />
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“Before the arrival of the Loyalists and British military settlers, the present-day Province of Ontario was an extension of the Province of Quebec. Following the Constitutional Act of 1791, the colony of Quebec was divided to create Upper Canada (today Ontario) and Lower Canada (today Quebec). Many early settlers, both military and civilian, submitted petitions to the Governor to obtain Crown land. Sons and daughters of Loyalists were also entitled to free lands.<br />
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The Upper Canada Land Petitions contain petitions for grants or leases of land and other administrative records. This research tool provides access to more than 82,000 references to individuals who lived in present-day Ontario between 1783 and 1865.”<br />
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This is not a primary source. It gives a name, date, and the township. To see the actual petition you would need to send for the microfilm.William Bruce Hillmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821747293960573537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532811621204407590.post-36818446804254415812011-12-03T09:03:00.000-05:002011-12-03T09:03:39.013-05:00The Tweedsmuir Histories<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxa_SHW-n8mCYGjEbonNDB6hGd1w3ljD8CmRPgDWM3478ZGUesiqTFSycfpMwEyKs5ZanA7nRcO0fVSGRIrt8tiKHKB-fE0hyphenhyphena9dFRIlwl54ldWm9JaQu6VRBAw5d9znluRdjYyEDTUI/s1600/map.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="142" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxa_SHW-n8mCYGjEbonNDB6hGd1w3ljD8CmRPgDWM3478ZGUesiqTFSycfpMwEyKs5ZanA7nRcO0fVSGRIrt8tiKHKB-fE0hyphenhyphena9dFRIlwl54ldWm9JaQu6VRBAw5d9znluRdjYyEDTUI/s320/map.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Over the years the Elgin County Archives have been putting the <a href="http://www.elgin.ca/ElginCounty/CulturalServices/Archives/tweedsmuir/index.html">Tweedsmuir Histories</a> online.<br />
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The first women’s institute was organized in Aylmer in 1902. In the mid 1930’s Lady Tweedsmuir, the wife of the then Governor-General, encouraged the ladies of the Women’s Institutes to preserved the histories of their communities. By 1947 local branches throughout the province began compiling scrapbooks which became known as the “Tweedsmuir Histories”. These scrapbooks contained records, photos, and oral histories of their communities.<br />
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It is an outstanding resource for genealogists, and historians.William Bruce Hillmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821747293960573537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532811621204407590.post-11713339147245882172011-11-11T10:00:00.001-05:002011-11-11T10:02:56.609-05:00Veterans Day 2011Here are a couple of photos from my collection.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Graduation class for wireless operators in Guelph, Ontario 1943. John A. Hillman is bottom row 9th. from the left. By the end of 1943 he was in England with a Lancaster bomber crew.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Probably taken in 1944. This is a photo of Spitfire pilots of the 65th. Squadron. I am guessing but I think that my uncle Bruce Ivan Hillman took the photo. The 65th. was a R.A.F. squadron. Bruce was posted to the squadron December 28, 1943.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Four members of Dad's Lancaster crew. John A. Hillman is third from the left. Probably taken in early 1944 just before their plane went down in Germany.</td></tr>
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The Western District up to 1851(1) contained today’s counties of Essex, Kent, Lambton, and Huron. The two families originally were from the township of Zone (here we have some primary data, a lot of secondary references, and even more conjecture). Zone township was divided when the county system was organized in 1848. Part of the township was included in Kent County, and part in Lambton County. By 1851 the creation of county courthouses meant that there is a more complete collection of civil records available. <br />
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John Hillman was born 4 December, 1819 in Westbury, Wiltshire, England ,and James Hillman born 17 November, 1822 also in Wiltshire.(2) Both are the sons of George Hillman and Susanna Browne.(3) Both are clearly brothers.<br />
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The Mays are more of a challenge. Isabella May was born in Scotland 3 October, 1822, and Mary May was born also in Scotland sometime in 1827.(4) Their father was Daniel May - proving it is becoming an interesting challenge. James Hillman married Mary May in Zone Township, Western District, on 21 December, 1847.(5) Unfortunately, these records from the Western District contain only the bride and groom’s names. Not those of their parents. The transcript of their marriage found on microfilm states that they were married by banns in Zone Township. Being married by banns suggests that the families were members of the same church - I know I am out on a limb here; but as far as I know there was only one Baptist Church in Zone Township at this time. In the 1880 United States Census Daniel May is found living with James and Mary in Sanilac County, Michigan. (7)The guess, and it is a guess, is that he is living with his daughter and son-in-law. <br />
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In the 1861 Canada Census John and Isabella (6) are living in Aldborough Township, Elgin County, Canada West. Daniel Hillman is found in the Village of Rodney not that far from the farm settled by the Hillmans. There seems to be a link. The evidence is at best circumstantial. We need documentation probably from the Scottish Archives. If it is available.<br />
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(1) The Ontario Archives has some microfilm available “Ontario Archives, The Marriage Registers of Upper Canada/Canada West - Western District, 1786-1856”; Ontario Archives “Western District fonds 1810-1931; As far as I can tell none of this is online. I am using 1851 as an <span lang="EN">arbitrary date. After this date it gets a little bit easier to find documentation.</span>(2) Ancestry.com. “England & Wales Births and Baptisms“. <br />
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(3)marriage record for George Hillman and Susanna Browne, Ancestry.com, "England & Wales Marriages, 1538-1940".<br />
(4) birth date for Isabella May found in her obituary, “The Rodney Mercury Sun” obituary October 4, 1906, and death certificate, Archives of Ontario, "Ontario, Canada, Deaths, 1869-1936 and Deaths Overseas". For Mary May I have to go with the date given in the 1880 United States Census.<br />
(5) Ontario Archives, “The Marriage Registers of Upper Canada/Canada West - Western District, 1786-1856.” <br />
(6) Their oldest son was named Daniel (it’s common in this area to name the oldest son after one of the grandfathers, or both if you are lucky - I am a case in point) ). His marriage certificate (8) puts his birth as 1840. It’s not necessarily accurate; however, it does suggest that John and Isabella were married some time before 1840- probably between 1837 and 1839. Also, Ancestry.com, “ 1861 Canada Census”.<br />
(7) Ancestry.com, “1880 United States Federal Census.”<br />
(8) Ontario Archives, “Ontario, Canada, Marriages, 1857-1924.”William Bruce Hillmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821747293960573537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532811621204407590.post-30864019748292871502011-05-09T12:04:00.000-04:002011-05-09T12:04:15.967-04:00Book Review - Time Traveller’s Handbook<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgffHLcgRJDad3MkCOPr5GJ37bTBheIbZhIt6EW7qhveL4b-SwkQPCIoNBTHhcwFcU4YVco3HSICUxSwDp9VW3x5YxzUD1JC-_bjbuz06dMNHn0mNIQklJG5BkzNI4FB1ufnYCtt4q1K-s/s1600/time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgffHLcgRJDad3MkCOPr5GJ37bTBheIbZhIt6EW7qhveL4b-SwkQPCIoNBTHhcwFcU4YVco3HSICUxSwDp9VW3x5YxzUD1JC-_bjbuz06dMNHn0mNIQklJG5BkzNI4FB1ufnYCtt4q1K-s/s1600/time.jpg" /></a></div>Althea Douglas, “Time Traveller’s Handbook: A Guide to the Past”, Dundurn Press, 2011, ISBN 978-1-55488-784-2 (soft cover) $19.99<br />
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The book deals with deciphering documents, family traditions, money and its value, trades, how people lived, and seafaring and military traditions. An appendix of important dates, notes that are chock full of references, deciphering Latin references, and a strong bibliography are for me very useful. As a boy I had British measures such as quarts, peck, mile, and inches pounded into me to the point I can not seem to shake them even now. Younger people should find these tables useful.<br />
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Unfortunately, I am now old enough to remember many of the life style references. When I was 6 and 7 my family lived on a small street in the village of Byron (now part of London), and I still remember the horse drawn Silverwood’s milk wagon. I do not remember the milkman ever sitting in the driver’s seat. The old horse probably knew the milk route better than the milkman. Right up until the end of the 1950’s my maternal grandmother kept her coal furnace. My paternal grandmother finally got electricity to the farm house when her sons returned from the war. With electricity, and a septic tank, my father bought her her first refrigerator. Much of the lifestyle we wonder about today was not that far in the past. Either that or I am getting old.<br />
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I highly recommend “Time Traveller’s Handbook” for any genealogist or historian’s reference library.William Bruce Hillmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821747293960573537noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532811621204407590.post-675636136265372972011-04-20T15:37:00.000-04:002011-04-20T15:37:22.417-04:00Wordless Wednesday<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lena and William Wallace Hillman, 50th. Wedding Anniversary, 25 December, 1962<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2nd. half of Bringing Up Father.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Some things just never seem to change.William Bruce Hillmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821747293960573537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532811621204407590.post-91154683725307351372011-04-10T22:14:00.000-04:002011-04-10T22:14:34.096-04:00Lovely Blog AwardThank you Cheryl for the lovely blog award. Cheryl at “<a href="http://lundyfamilyhistory.blogspot.com/">Twice Upon a Time</a>” e-mailed me to let me know that she had nominated this blog for the “Lovely Blog Award”.<br />
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The Rules for the award are as follows:<br />
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1. Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who granted the award and their blog link.<br />
2. Pass the award on to 15 other genealogy blogs that you’ve newly discovered.<br />
3. Remember to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award.<br />
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So here are some of the blogs that I read on a regular basis. I did not count them; but I suspect that there are more than fifteen. One has nothing to do with genealogy; however, sometimes after a frustrating day of research turning into no research I find it helps.<br />
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<a href="http://www.amandasathenaeum.com/">Amanda’s Athenaeum</a><br />
<span lang="EN"><a href="http://anglo-celtic-connections.blogspot.com/">Anglo-Celtic Connections</a><br />
<span lang="EN"><a href="http://brendadougallmerriman.blogspot.com/">Brenda Dougall Merriman</a><br />
<span lang="EN"><a href="http://canadagenealogy.blogspot.com/">Canadian Genealogy, or, ‘Jane’s Your Aunt”</a><br />
<span lang="EN"><a href="http://christophermoorehistory.blogspot.com/">Christopher Moore’s History News</a><br />
<span lang="EN"><a href="http://www.familytreesmaycontainnuts.com/">Family Trees May Contain Nuts</a><br />
<span lang="EN"><a href="http://www.forallmyrelations.blogspot.com/">For All My Relations</a><br />
<span lang="EN"><a href="http://www.forensicgenealogy.info/index.html">Forensic Genealogy</a><br />
<span lang="EN"><a href="http://www.genealogycanada.blogspot.com/">Canadian Genealogy</a><br />
<span lang="EN"><a href="http://genealogysstar.blogspot.com/">Genealogy’s Star</a><br />
<span lang="EN"><a href="http://genea-musings/">Genea-Musings</a><br />
<a href="http://greatcanadianpubs.blogspot.com/">Great Canadian Beer Blog</a> - Hey - I’m a Canadian, and beer is a food group ! It also helps with the research - maybe.<br />
<span lang="EN"><a href="http://ianhaddenfamilyhistory.blogspot.com/">Ian Hadden’s Family History</a><br />
<span lang="EN"><a href="http://researchergal.blogspot.com/">Janet The Researcher</a><br />
<span lang="EN"><a href="http://olivetreegenealogy.blogspot.com/">Olive Tree Genealogy Blog</a><br />
<span lang="EN"><a href="http://sherifenley.blogspot.com/">The Educated Genealogist</a><br />
<span lang="EN"><a href="http://greatwarnurses.blogspot.com/">This Intrepid Band</a><br />
<span lang="EN"><a href="http://lundyfamilyhistory.blogspot.com/">Twice Upon a Time</a><br />
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I never was one for following rules so I can be nationalistic, and go with the Maple Leaf tartan. Only if no one tries to make me sing the national anthem. Not with my voice. At least before I have had a couple of shots of scotch.<br />
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<span lang="EN">The Ontario Genealogical Society’s <a href="http://www.ogs.on.ca/conference2011/">2011 Golden Anniversary Conference</a> will be held in Hamilton, Ontario May 13 - May 15. The link will take you to the programs that are being offered. It looks like a must conference. You do not need to be a member to attend. I’ll be there.</span>William Bruce Hillmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821747293960573537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532811621204407590.post-66509820411581465252011-02-18T23:05:00.000-05:002011-02-18T23:05:33.283-05:00AWWWWWWA friend sent me photos of puppies. Should have made this one a wordless Wednesday.<br />
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The St. Clair Volunteers included men from Zone township. For John Hillman this is the right geographical area. In 1838 he was in Zone. An interesting footnote is that apparently he could not read or write. He made his mark !William Bruce Hillmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821747293960573537noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532811621204407590.post-30418256854168486702011-02-02T09:20:00.000-05:002011-02-02T09:20:35.049-05:00Wordless Wednesday - John David Hillman & Family<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEideKv1HjE-5ijp66wHQEa7fB0uKBiQXm1QwavudUNQ540U6WyXAFl1AdvIPamfguWlWozJ0cdw43PAyAk8hj3gW31drGWWiuevWFF-rlbL4e2RWdRM4o6-dCpi8bM9bxbcPwwk6IUKbF0/s1600/hillmanfamily1930%2527s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="249" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEideKv1HjE-5ijp66wHQEa7fB0uKBiQXm1QwavudUNQ540U6WyXAFl1AdvIPamfguWlWozJ0cdw43PAyAk8hj3gW31drGWWiuevWFF-rlbL4e2RWdRM4o6-dCpi8bM9bxbcPwwk6IUKbF0/s320/hillmanfamily1930%2527s.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>John David died in 1936 so this photo was taken before then. I still have to get the women in the back row straight; but I can identify some. From left to right bottom row - Lena Hillman (Peckham), William Wallace Hillman (My grandfather so I know I have that right), John David Hillman, Hannah Hillman (McKay), Henry Hillman. From left to right top row - second from left is Olive (Hillman) Dare, the man is Charles Bruce Hillman, next to him is his wife Hope Hillman (Lougheed).William Bruce Hillmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821747293960573537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532811621204407590.post-76386480356492904572011-01-13T12:17:00.000-05:002011-01-13T12:17:55.940-05:00Recent Keyword SearchesAs in my other blog “Veterans Of Southwestern Ontario” I looked at recent keywords that linked to my blog. Interesting. Most seem to be historical rather than genealogical searches. I suspect hat a good deal of the searches are for school essays. It is interesting also to look at what search terms link people to the blog.<br />
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1.where were the hillmans from<br />
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My paternal ancestors were from Westbury in Wiltshire, England. Now if you look at the maternal ancestors starting from me it gets far more varied. English (from all over hell’s half acre), Scots (from the highlands to the lowlands. Apparently being a Scot was good enough for my ancestors), Cornish, German (the Rhineland via Pennsylvania to Ontario), and Dutch (via New York State to Ontario). If you start from one of my sons then throw Ireland into the mix. Which goes to show that the male Hillman is not choosy.<br />
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2.elgin county great depression<br />
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A big topic here, and not a lot available online. It looks like a library search. One thing that I have noticed is that there is a difference in the effect of the depression upon the rural areas as opposed to the cities.<br />
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3. world war 2 in elgin county<br />
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In a word - prosperity. With the “Commonwealth Air Training” came jobs and investment. Farmers received good prices for their produce, and at the same time coped with a labour shortage. Young men and women joined the armed forces. Conscription divided the urban and rural voters. As with the Great Depression you will not find a lot online so its library time again !<br />
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4. fenian raid effects<br />
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Locally very little. Nationally a great deal. Young men flocked to their local militia units, and several units were sent to Windsor or Sarnia to guard the borders. In fact, a good time was had by all.<br />
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5. hillman family history prince Edward Island<br />
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As far as I can tell not this Hillman family. <br />
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6. london history of latin quarter<br />
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I assume here we are talking about the restaurant/ballroom. I do have previous blogs on the Latin Quarter. The building is gone now but the memories continue.William Bruce Hillmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821747293960573537noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532811621204407590.post-25530200739298813992011-01-10T20:24:00.000-05:002011-01-10T20:24:32.506-05:00Happy 91st. Dad !<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikPKAAy2_C9uA6E6gf_5REDKS44RF3Z4Mi6t989SQbkTr7oeTetvHBamB0UIKQtYcmByUx2yGiBlUOTOs_43XiZJNXLhQJEBW2vhM6791zSvU4zw0LLO84sHyKEB4NPFkX4IdvCihzD40/s1600/dad91.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikPKAAy2_C9uA6E6gf_5REDKS44RF3Z4Mi6t989SQbkTr7oeTetvHBamB0UIKQtYcmByUx2yGiBlUOTOs_43XiZJNXLhQJEBW2vhM6791zSvU4zw0LLO84sHyKEB4NPFkX4IdvCihzD40/s320/dad91.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Johm A. Hillman born January 10, 1920 in Rodney, Ontario. Happy Birthday !!!!William Bruce Hillmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821747293960573537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532811621204407590.post-74191084068917123672010-12-21T13:44:00.000-05:002010-12-21T13:44:46.516-05:00Christmas Memories Part 4 ( I think my counting is right?)Ah ! Christmas morning and its 5 am., but who’s watching the clock? Time to check out the loot! First drag Mom and Dad out of bed - not that they can sleep through the whisperings any way. First we had to have breakfast ( personally I think that this was mom’s punishment for getting her up so early). Then we grouped around the Christmas Tree while Dad, whose job it was, handed out the Christmas presents. The rest of the morning was spent playing with our gifts, and checking out who got the largest haul. In the early sixties I would be found curled up on the sofa reading my latest Hardy Boys’ adventure.<br />
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In the afternoon we would be bundled up and hustled over to Grampa and Grandma’s. By the late fifties my grandparents had sold their farm, and relocated to London to be near Aunt Verna who was wheelchair bound. For my family this was a short trip while the rest of the clan drove down from Chatham. Looking back I suspect that the daughters-in-law did not have much of a choice. December 25 was also Grampa’s birthday, and my grandparent’s anniversary. Grandma was the boss.<br />
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The grandchildren did not object. There were thirteen of us, and on the whole we got along very well. The oldest kept the youngest entertained. I remember that grandma (ever the farm woman) put on a feast that probably could have fed a 30 man threshing crew with food left over. What I and my siblings remember the most is the hot fresh home made bread. I have tried over the years but never quite duplicated it.<br />
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We came home in the evening a very tired bunch.<br />
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We were not a church going family. That became, for me, an activity later in life. For us it was the dinners at our grandparents with the entire family of parents, siblings, uncles, aunts, and cousins.William Bruce Hillmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821747293960573537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532811621204407590.post-89826970004604109842010-12-19T18:41:00.000-05:002010-12-19T18:41:12.362-05:00Christmas Memories - Part 3 (I’m pretty sure it is !)What did we want for Christmas in the late 1950’s ? In a ten year olds’ mind a religious holiday be damned this was about the toys ! Of course, it also was about anything else you could haul in. By the 1960’s I was far more interested in girls, dinner, and girls. Pretty much in that order.<br />
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This is not an exhaustive list. At this stage I can not remember everything. I did not pay much attention to what my sisters’ got, although I can remember two or three things. I can not remember at all what Mom and Dad got for each other. I do remember that my sisters’ felt it was a huge joke to buy Dad a pair of the wildest boxers that they could find usually two or three sizes too big for him. I wonder what he did with them ? He must have had a half a dozen pair.<br />
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The most popular toy that my brother and I played with throughout the fifties was an electric train - Canadian Pacific, of course.<br />
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A hit for the whole family was a hockey game. I doubt that any Canadian household at that time did not have one. I was usually the Toronto Maple Leafs, and my brother the Montreal Canadians - sibling rivalry. <br />
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</tbody></table>I had a set of Roy Rogers pistols in the early fifties - I would have preferred the Cisco Kid. <br />
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Board games were popular. As a family we would sit down and play. Activities that are missing in today’s world. As I remember, my sisters were a heck of a lot more ruthless than either myself or my brother.<br />
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As for my sisters, I do remember their first Barbie doll. Probably because they were so hell bent on getting one. <br />
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Finally there was the Hula Hoop. Even tried it myself once. I was not very good at it.<br />
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London has changed since then. Very few of the stops that we made then are in business today. Downtown was where you went as the shopping malls did not then exist until the 1960’s. It was a vibrant place to be.<br />
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First stop Kingsmill’s Department Store (the only department store left in downtown) - the “quiet store”. This was the store where children were seen but not heard. Mother went here for her linens. The elevator to the second floor was operated by what I viewed through the eyes of a 10 year old as an old man (about the age I am now I would think). Money for purchases were fed into a tube which went whizzing through pipes to the offices on the second floor. Fascinating. I could spend hours watching those suckers go.<br />
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Bribery for being good (and quiet) was a visit to Kresge’s a couple to stores to the east of Kingsmill's for a glass of honeydew. As far as I know, the only time in the year a greedy little boy could get it. <br />
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The Christmas display in the Simpson's Department Store windows was a must see. The Eaton’s display came later in the 1960’s, but we viewed Simpson’s as much superior. So far I have been unable to get a photo of the Simpson’s Christmas window; however, The Ontario Archives have some of Eaton’s.<br />
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</tbody></table>The store where I did my Christmas shopping was Woolworth’s (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/F._W._Woolworth_Company">F.W. Woolworth’s</a>), a five and dime store that fit right into my budget. It was located right next to Simpson's.<br />
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Lastly, off to Young Canada (This is also where the Easter bunny was to be found. The fact that the Easter Bunny was in fact a very pretty young woman probably explains why Dad took us there.) to meet Santa with our lists in hand, and greedy little minds working at warp speed.William Bruce Hillmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821747293960573537noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532811621204407590.post-32077030084325741602010-12-05T13:48:00.000-05:002010-12-05T13:48:34.666-05:00Memories Of Christmas<span lang="EN"> Under the Christmas tree there would always be Christmas colouring books. Probably not the thing for today’s children. But we had fun. You can get this complete 1950’s era colouring book from the <a href="http://www.archives.gov.on.ca/english/on-line-exhibits/toys/colouringbook.aspx">Ontario Archives</a>.<br />
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How was he portrayed in the local newspapers in times past? What does this say about our ancestors ? (That I will leave up to you) .<br />
Needless to say, I have not gone through every December edition of the local papers; however, one does get the idea that businesses very quickly caught on to the use of the Santa image to sell sell sell.<br />
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I am not going to go into a history of the evolution of the Santa Claus as we know him today. But an image that we would recognize came about a lot earlier that I thought. One of the first artists to portray Santa Claus much as we know him was American cartoonist Charles Nast in “Harpers Weekly”, December 29, 1866.<br />
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</tbody></table><span lang="EN">You can see how Santa evolves in the local papers. Surprisingly, the images are not numerous, and are almost all advertisements.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The London Advertiser, 1892. Caption reads "Something For The Children: Just Look !"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The London Advertiser, December 1901</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The London Advertiser, December 1914</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The first Christmas of the First World War, and the only instance where I found that the image of Santa Claus was used to make a statement rather than to sell something. As attitudes harden that will change.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The London Free Press, December 1931</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Interesting advertisement during the time of the Great Depression. In spite of rough times they are still selling. You can see where the power centers in the family were even in the 1930's. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The London Free Press employee publication, December 1953</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Yes it is moi. That year I had to be on crutches for nine to ten months - oh well - I did get to meet Santa ! I got a swell (50's jargon) gift. It also says something about editorial policy. The crippled boy gets front page.<br />
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Now it's 2010 and I have both the belly and the grey beard. It's also GOOD TO BE SANTA !<br />
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</tbody></table></span>William Bruce Hillmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821747293960573537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532811621204407590.post-24417697365164808512010-11-30T12:12:00.000-05:002010-11-30T12:12:34.500-05:00Cure Alls in 1901I think that I have mentioned that I am easily distracted while researching - actually when I am doing anything at all. While researching Boer War veterans I couldn't helped by being distracted by cure all ads in the papers of the time. All of these ads come from "The London Advertiser", December 1901. Put these in a genealogical context !<br />
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Now for my personal favourite.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The father: William Bruce 1948-present.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The heir: John Andrew 1982-present.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The spare: Anthony Bruce 1987-present.</td></tr>
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Artwork by <a href="http://www.machinistartistry.com/">John Andrew Hillman.</a>William Bruce Hillmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821747293960573537noreply@blogger.com0