Living married Living [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Living married Living [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

1. Living

Living married Living [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Living married Living [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Notes:

Joseph Moore died at home likely from a massive stroke that took him immediately although his family was never given any confirmation of this. He had been ill for most of the previous year but was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer six weeks before his death. The reason for this late diagnosis had a lot to do with his reluctance to deal with doctors over the chronic illness he was suffering. The family was assured that, given the type of cancer, the lack of action made little difference to the prognosis and length of his life. He had had at least one small stroke in the past and his death by this probable cause saved him from the agonies of that are inevitable in the final stages of pancreatic cancer.

He retired from Stelco, Hamilton, Ontario after 34 years as a locomotive mechanic. He was very happy to leave. During World War II he was trained as an airplane engine mechanic where he honed the skills he used all those years later at the steel plant. One of the locations used for training during the war was at the psychiatric hospital in St. Thomas, Ontario. He would joke with his family saying, "You didn't know I spent time in the loony bin, did you?" He rode his 1927 Harley Davidson J30 back and forth to Hamilton on weekends, even in the winter. Throughout the war he served in British Columbia, England, Burma, Egypt and the majority of his time in India. He was happy to leave there, too. Joe would refer to the war as his university education, but it wasn't a valuable learning experience in his judgement. When he returned, he was qualified to take the job at Stelco as a deisel mechanic but before getting that job, he returned for a short time to the Coke Ovens in Hamilton where he had worked before the war.

Joe's brother Jim wrote the following account in 2001. " I started working at the Hamilton Byproduct Coke Ovens, a subsidiary of United Gas Company which distributed the gas produced in the Hamilton area - United Gas was a division of Union Gas Co. of Canada, located in London, ON. Initially, (Mar.19, 1939) I worked in the plant office as a clerk and handled the typing, letters and reports, etc. for the General Superintendant.

"At that time, Joe was attending the High School of Commerce on Sanford Ave. He wasn't too interested in office work and his grades showed it.

"The War started in Sept. 1939 and early the next year (1940) the supply of skilled labour was becoming critical. The General Superintendant at the Coke Ovens decided to institute a system of apprentices in the Mechanical Department (numbering about 30 mechanics) to offset the shortage and, initially he decided to start five apprentices. Joe was 16 and not doing too well in school so I spoke to the General Superintendant on his behalf. He was hired along with Percy Hutchinson, Jack Pearson (who later became brothers-in-law), Bob Naylor and Bruce Bowen (who later became life-long friends). Joe was apprenticed to the Diesel Mechanic and liked the work, although he complained about working out in the weather - his skin was tender and roughened up from exposure to the elements.

" I joined the Air Force in Dec. 1941 and lost track of him for a few years. I returned to my job at the Coke Ovens in Jan. 1947 and Joe also returned to work in the Mechanical Department of the Coke Ovens but I can't recall the exact time. About this time, Joe was living at home with our parents but they soon relocated in New Toronto (now part of the South West section of the City of Toronto) where my father started a new job. When they moved, Joe stayed with us for a while in our first house on Frederick St. near Barton St. (in Hamilton). Shortly after, he moved in with Uncle Lin and Aunt Eva on Cannon St.

"He didn't really like working at the Coke Ovens with all the dirt and exposure to rain, snow, etc. while maintaining buldozers and cranes. Uncle Lin had worked at Proctor & Gamble as a machinist for over thirty years and, when the opportunity arose, he spoke for Joe and got him in the maintenance department but not as a diesel mechanic. (Jay Moore remembers that his father suffered greatly with hayfever and that he described how uncomfortable he was while working amidst the powdered detergents and perfumed soaps at P. & G.)

"Around the time he married Gladys, Joe wanted to move back into diesel maintenance so your grandfather Pearson (John Joseph Kee Pearson, father of Gladys Pearson) spoke for him in the Steel Co. and so he was able to leave a good job at P & G and return to diesel maintenance work where he remained for the rest of his [working] life."

While he was at the Coke Ovens just after the War, he met Jack Pearson. Jack took a liking to Joe and invited him home one day for supper with his family. It was there that he met Jack's younger sister, Gladys, and the rest is history, as they say.

The sons of Joe and Gladys grew up with the story of their romantic beginnings. Joe wanted to marry Gladys very soon but her father wouldn't allow her to marry until she was twenty. They were married on her twentieth bithday in a Friday evening candlight service. As a boy, Jay remembered seeing the large candleholders that were still stored in the church many years later. Gladys recognized them and told him what they were. Their marriage, by any measure, was a great success.

Their first home was in a house at the back of the property purchased by Gladys' brother, Jack, on the Burlington Beach Strip. Before the Skyway Bridge was built, the Burlington Bay shoreline was at the end of their property. Their second home was the cottage built by Joe's father, Lorne, the last property on the East side of Herbert Court at Fruitland Beach. Joe bought it, winterized it and it became home for about three years. When their son Jay was about to attend Kindergarten, this meant crossing a very dangerous highway and when the third child from that neighbourhood was killed in as many years on that highway, Joe and Gladys moved closer to the school to 502 Barton Street. They lived there for about twenty years while the boys grew up. Although the house is gone to make way for many townhouses, a couple of the trees that Joe planted are full grown maples that the builders left standing. Their final home was at 20 Second St. N. in Stoney Creek.

His faith in God and living the Christian life was a very important part of Joe's life. After meeting Gladys, she said that she couldn't be "unequally yoked," that is, married to someone who wasn't a "born again" Christian. Shortly thereafter he "got saved" and began to live his life differently. His commitment to his new faith was very evident to others who noticed a distinct change and the home that he and Gladys made for themselves and their sons was centred around the Christian practices of prayer, Bible reading, much church attending and associating with other Christians for fellowship. He became a deacon in the church, treasurer of the Sunday School for many years and used his car to pick up anyone who ever needed a ride to Sunday School or church if he could. Jay, his first son, remembers watching his father in the kitchen getting his breakfast, alone in the very early morning while it was still dark outside. He kept the lights very low so the boys wouldn't be wakened by the light through the open bedroom doors and he would place his Bible under a small light so he could read some scripture before he went off to work. He was a true convert.

The name Joseph was that of his great-grandfather Joseph Mattice, his great uncle Joseph Mattice and his uncle Joseph Lindley Moore. James Henry Moore suggests that he was likely named after his uncle Joseph Lindley (known as "Lin") because Lin and Lorne (James Lorne) were very close as brothers.

He remembered well his great uncle Joseph Mattice who lived near the family's historical home situated at what was once know as Moore's Corners, Highway 24 and County Road 10, Norfolk County. He spoke fondly of both his uncle and his Aunt Priscilla and the weeks he spent there during summers as a boy. He spoke easily of the the good memories from his childhood but was reticent about some of the more painful experiences. He didn't believe that he had a happy childhood and, on a few occasions, spoke bitterly of his father's harsh, hard-hearted discipline and his older brother's continual harassment. His mother was a warm and gentle woman but she offered little protection to Joe. These conditions, for a shy and introverted boy, created a lack of self-confidence and a lack of trust in the world that stayed with him his whole life. Later in life, what peace he achieved was because his church provided the aceptance he needed, his wife provided the love and affection he longed for and his faith provided the trust he found.

The following is the text of the eulogy written and delivered by Jay Moore at Joseph's funeral, 13 July 1996.

"I am here with you today to celebrate the life and mourn the passing of my father, Joseph Lorne Moore. On behalf of our mother, Gladys Moore and our whole family, I thank all of you for being here to give us your support, to mourn with us and to remember him, each in his or her own way with warmth and affection.

"What is the measure of a man? This man, who we honour today, was a simple man. He didn't measure others by their achievements, by their rank, by their past glories or by the size of their bank accounts, so we will not measure him by these things today. Dad measured others by their compassion, by their commitment, by their fairness and by their truthfulness. He wasn't concerned much with the words in these matters but with actions for actions spoke louder than words to Dad. I am mindful today that this is a legacy he leaves his sons, Bob, Peter and I, and his grandchildren, Aaron, Erica and Noel.

"As most of you know about Dad, he was a man of few words. In fact, he'd be glad he wasn't here today because he'd be very uncomfortable with all this attention - too many words about him! Those of us who knew him well saw that he expressed himself in many ways other than words. His eyes spoke much louder than words. His hands spoke much louder than words. His arms that held my mother and carried me as a baby spoke much louder than words. His actions were the actions of a generous, responsible man, a man of commitment and a man of feeling who was able to understand the feelings of others. His actions spoke much louder than words. My brothers and I are men who know that our actions speak louder than our words and we learned this by our father's example. This is part of his legacy.

"As an adolescent, I didn't understand my father's humility. I wanted my dad to be larger than life, a proud hero. As I have grown, I have come to understand the value of such humility and the importance of humility in our lives. By his actions, I have learned this from my father. This is part of his legacy.

"Responsibility can be defined as the "ability to respond" to circumstances in which we find ourselves. My father was always ready, willing and able to respond to the needs of others. As most of you from the church will know, he was always willing to do more than his share. He responded. His actions spoke louder than his words. This is part of his legacy.

"My father had true respect for women. He listened to them and gave them the credence they deserved. We watched him treat our mother like an equal, loving her unconditionally, open about his need for her and not discounting her in any way but sharing the power in our home. It takes a big man to do that. Of course my mother wouldn't have it any other way but I know he never thought that it should have been any other way. By his actions, he passed this on to his sons. This is part of his legacy.

"A few weeks ago, while I was visiting him in the hospital, I told him a story of how I had come to the aid of a young couple who were travelling. They had lost all their money and were in desperate straits. When I finished the story of what I, his son, had done, I looked over at him and he was weeping. He took my hand and he squeezed it. My father was a man of deep feelings and he empathized with that young man and woman, feeling their pain. I knew, too, that he was pleased with me at that moment but I only did what came naturally - it was what Joe Moore would have done. I learned by his example, by his actions. Because he was a man of deep feeling, all of his sons are men who value their feelings and act upon their feelings. In this way he has made an important contribution to the world for this world needs men of compassion and empathy.

"My father carried Bob, Peter and I and his grandchildren, Aaron, Erica and Noel in his arms many times. The time had come for the six of us to carry his body to its final resting place.

"Daddy, the pain of your passing leaves a big hole in my heart but I have already begun to fill that hole with fond memories of you. You are a part of me and I will always cherish and honour you. Thank you for being my father. Goodbye, Daddy."

(Medical):Joseph Moore died at home likely from a massive stroke that took him immediately although his family was never given any confirmation of this. He had been ill for most of the previous year but was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer six weeks before his death. The reason for this late diagnosis had a lot to do with his reluctance to deal with doctors over the chronic illness he was suffering. The family was assured that, given the type of cancer, the lack of action made little difference to the prognosis and length of his life. He had had at least one small stroke in the past and his death by this probable cause saved him from the agonies of that are inevitable in the final stages of pancreatic cancer.

Joseph married Gladys Margaret PEARSON on 7 Apr 1948 in Hamilton, ON. Gladys (daughter of John Joseph Kee PEARSON and Mary Elizabeth WHITE) was born on 7 Apr 1928 in Hamilton, ON; died on 20 Jul 1999 in Hamilton, ON; was buried in Stoney Creek, ON. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Notes:

The following was written and read by Jay Moore, Gladys' oldest son at a Mother's Day service of the First Unitarian Congregation of Waterloo, 10 May 1998.

"My Mom was the best Mom in the neighbourhood when I was a boy. She could throw a baseball better than any other mom I knew. She was often the one to suggest we go out and play catch or hit a few grounders for practice. Dad didn't like sports much. When he wasn't cutting the back field or fixing the car, he liked to sleep with the newspaper . When the young peoples groups from our church came out to our place for a baseball game and cornroast, Mom would be the pitcher for her team. She was a good pitcher. She even owned her own baseball glove. I was so proud of her.

"I was proud of her, too, when it came time in the church service for people to give their testimony. She would stand and speak longer and louder than any other mom and most of the dads. My dad was a very quiet and shy man who agonized every time he had to speak up in public but Mom had a real flair for public speaking. When she led prayers, she could string her thoughts together with the same flowery language that the minister used and her voice carried the strength and conviction of her unshakable faith. Sometimes I would peek during prayers and open my eyes to see her with her face pointed heaven-ward, eyes closed, earnest furrows in her brow urging her words through the ceiling to God. I always knew that she could have been a minister if there weren't any rules against women becoming ministers.

"She could have been a lawyer, too. She was smart. When the Jehovah 's Witnesses came to the front door, Dad would be polite, listen a little and say "No thanks" but Mom relished a good fight for righteousness and truth. I was so proud. She could out talk them better than anyone I'd ever heard! She knew her scripture and she would thrust and parry with chapter and verse, foiling their lunges with a string of quotations of Bible verses delivered with such panache and conviction that they would retreat with their heads spinning. They didn't know what hit them and, if they didn't get out of there quickly, they might get converted to our faith by succumbing to this battling Christian soldier.

"As the years passed, I began to see things differently. The words of her dramatic prayers and testimony were no longer the words of my heart and her righteous, missionary zeal was no longer a way of life for me. Like my father, I don't like sports much anymore and his qualities of humility, gentleness and compassion gained importance over time, balancing the force of my mother's powerful single-mindedness. I have my own road to travel now and it's a different one but I will always be proud of her for so much that she did including throwing a baseball better than any other mom I knew."

(Medical):Gladys' father and brother had heart conditions and died of heart attacks also. She did not experience "heart trouble" appeared to be in excellent health, having seen a doctor only a few times in over the last twenty years of her life. She said that about a week before the attack she experienced a small, unusual pain in her chest for few seconds. This is the only symptom she reported. She had the attack about 3 p.m. and died at 9 p.m. that evening.

Died:
Eulogy of

Gladys Margaret Pearson

7 April 1928 - 20 July 1999



I am Jay, Gladys Moore's first born child and I'd like to welcome you here with us.

I am grateful for so many things - for the wonderful expressions of sympathy and the sharing of so many memories from all the people who have come here yesterday and today; for all the members of our family and for my aunts and uncles who have all rallied round and been such a great support through this time of shock and separation; for all of you here today participating in this celebration of a life well-lived and helping us say good-bye to my mother. For all these things, I am grateful.

Three years ago, I stood here in this same room and delivered the eulogy for my father. Most of you were here then, too. Little did any of us know that we'd be gathered together again for Gladys so soon. As I began to think of what I might say, I remembered the theme in my father's eulogy was "His Legacy." As I continued to think about Mom, a theme emerged and it was this: "Her Teachings." She taught us so much. She certainly taught through her words but I want to share with you today what she taught us through the example of her life.

She taught us that life is fragile and she showed this knowledge through how she lived and how she died. She knew life could end at any time and she was prepared. She appreciated living and she accepted death.

When I started to pull my thoughts together, the first word that came to mind was "fearless." I'm not saying she was never afraid but she approached so many things in life fearlessly. She didn't second guess herself and had very few doubts. By her actions, she taught us to have the courage of our convictions. She taught us that there is great strength in deep faith.

As with all great strengths, however, there is a often a weakness hidden inside that strength. Sometimes that single-mindedness we experienced made it difficult for her to make room for another point of view and to have understanding about why someone might wish to do things differently. As she aged, she mellowed and accepting others became easier, although she was still biting her tongue sometimes. Some may say that she should have bitten her tongue more often than she did.

Gladys Moore was not a hypocrite, even to a critical eye. She was a woman of principle - she said what she meant and meant what she said. This quality is more rare among us than it should be. We all know of people or perhaps know of ourselves that we may say one thing and do another, even in very innocent ways. This didn't happen very often with Mom. She taught us to have congruence, that is, to have our thoughts, feelings, beliefs and actions all match and to be true to ourselves.

Another message she delivered by her actions was very similar to this: go with your strengths. She was not a sentimental or affectionate person and she didn't pretend to be. Her strengths were in reaching out to others, in making connections, in participating. I'd like to read an excerpt from something I wrote for Mother's Day last year.

"My mom was the best mom in the neighbourhood when I was a boy. She could throw a baseball better than any other mom I knew. She was often the one to suggest we go out and play catch or hit a few grounders for practice. Dad didn't like sports much. When he wasn't cutting the back field or fixing the car, he liked to sleep with the newspaper. When the Young People's group from our church came out to our place for a baseball game and cornroast, Mom would be the pitcher for her team. She was a good pitcher. She even owned her own baseball glove. I was so proud of her."

Another strength was in her thinking ability and she challenged us to think. The dinner table in our house when I was a boy and whenever we got together in later years was a place of debate, of probing, thoughtful questions that she would pose, a place of learning. She taught us to use our heads and to speak our minds. Even as late as two weeks ago, she and I had a conversation that was really a respectful debate about some issues that were unresolved between us for many years. True to herself, she was open, spoke her mind and listened and we came to an understanding with each other. I will always be grateful to her for giving me the opportunity to do this before she was so suddenly taken.

But the flipside to this strength in her ability to think was that sometimes emotions were a mystery and not only the emotions of others, which sometimes just didn't make sense to her, but I think her own emotions were perhaps the most mysterious. A recent example of this is how she experienced the time after the death of my father. Many of us know that, when one loses a spouse, the pain may never go away. I'm sure that Gladys thought that, after a respectable period, she would pick herself up, dust herself off and get on with life. On the outside, that's what she did but on the inside there was always a large hole in her heart, a deep sadness, a place that was empty without Joe and those who knew her well could see it. Many of us understand and accept these normal emotions but she seemed surprised sometimes by her own feelings of grief. What she taught us by her actions was the importance of love between two people. Their marriage was a testament to that deep and abiding love. They were in love to the very end.

Mom was in charge. She took charge of whatever needed to be taken charge of and when she wasn't in charge, she wished she was. She was in charge right to the end. In fact, she's still in charge today. A few weeks ago, she wrote out her funeral service and we are all following her directions in this service, including me as I give this eulogy. The last time I saw her in the hospital after the heart attack, she was graceful, composed and "in charge," giving instructions to the nurses, happy and prepared for the next adventure.

Mom was a traveler. She was always going somewhere and never to the same place twice. For Mom, this was one more journey. Her bags were packed and she was ready to go. In my mind's eye I can see her smiling and waving, off on her next adventure saying, "

Notes:

Lorne was very good with his hands and, among other things, built the family home on Upper Wentworth Street in Hamilton, ON. He held increasingly responsible positions in industry. He was the toolroom foreman at Wallace Barnes and later plant superintendant at companies in Toronto and elsewhere.

Buried:
Lorneis buried with Edith in the Fairmount Block of the cemetery in plot 238.

James married Edith FERN on 12 May 1920 in Hamilton, ON. Edith (daughter of Henry FERN and Ellen DOWNES) was born on 9 Apr 1896 in Bolton, Lancashire, England; died on 21 Oct 1990 in Dundas, ON; was buried in White Chapel Cemetery, Hamilton, ON. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Notes:

The following was written by James Henry Moore, elder son of Edith (Fern) Moore.

"My mother, Edith Moore (nee Fern), was the youngest child of Henry Fern, Packing Case Maker, born June 23, 1857, Hulme Charlton, Manchester, England and Ellen Downes, born December 10, 1859, Louth, Lincolnshire, England, with four sisters and three bothers. Henry and Ellen were married March 27, 1880 and their first child, Margaret, was born February 8, 1881.

"My mother was born April 9, 1896 and her mother, Ellen, died March 25, 1902 in Bolton, Lancashire when my mother was five years old. Her father did not remarry and continued to live in Bolton, Lancashire until his death in 1937. In Lancashire it was customary for girls to go into the textile mills to work at an early age (10 - 12) and my mother's sisters were already working when their mother died.

"School started at age three and my mother, who was five, and her brother George, who was eight, were students at the time of their mother's death so that none of the familty were at home on a continuous basis requiring constant supervision. At the time of their mother's death, the two older sisters, Clara at 20 and Margaret at 21 years of age, took over her responsibilities in the home and gave guidance and protection to the younger children. And when they married a few years later, they continued to shoulder the responsibility for their "baby sister" with help from Beatrice and Emma who were then also old enough to provide the necessary assistance and guidance to their "baby sister."

"In Lancashire, in the decade before World War I (which started in 1914), there was a definite trend towards emigration to Canada and this family was no exception. Although Henry, the father, stayed behind in Bolton, by the time war was declared the entire family had relocated to the east end of Hamilton, although brother Jim was soon to move to Arizona and susequently to Los Angeles and, some time later, Beatrice and Emma were to relocate in San Francisco.

"During the war years (1914 - 1918), my mother was at the stage of her life when girls normally had an active social life and she was no exception. She was active in the Y.W.C.A. and excelled in gymnastics. She was active in volunteer work with the Red Cross and, in 1917, at the age of 21, she was made a Life Member of the Canadian Red Cross Society for her efforts in raising money.

"At that time, she was working at the Hamilton Westinghouse plant testing gas meters. When she first arrived from England, she worked in the knitting mills which was the most logical occupation for an immigrant from Lancashire, the centre of the English textile industry.

"She had a boyfriend who went away to the war and did not come back.

"In 1918, she decided to visit her brother Jim who was in Arizona prospecting for gold. While she travelled by train for most of the trip, she finsihed up travelling by stage coach to reach her destination. She spent some time there and then moved with him to Los Angeles before deciding to return to the Hamilton area.

"She met my father in 1919 and they were married May 12, 1920. They celebrated their Golden Wedding Anniversary in 1970 with many good wishes including a telegram from Prime Minister Pierre Elliott Trudeau.

"My mother was a very outgoing, social person. During the early days of her marriage, while she lived in Mount Hamilton, she was an active member of the Mount Hamilton United Church and Ladies Auxiliary. She was also a hard worker in the Ladies Institute in that area. After relocating at 40 Stirton Street in Hamilton, she transferred her activities to St. Giles United Church where she was, again, very active in the Ladies Auxiliary.

"In 1979, she was formally recognized for 62 years of volunteer service when she received her second citation from the Red Cross.

"During her lifetime, she enjoyed music and played both violin and piano, although she was more accomplished as a pianist. Even during the closing years of her life, she retained the ability to play for others.

"After my father died in 1972, she remained a widow, living alone in her apartment on Balmoral Avenue at the Delta, except for a few years when she was joined by her sister, Beatrice, who died February 2, 1981. Eventually, it was necessary for her to move into St. Joseph's Villa, Dundas, in June, 1984, where supervisory care was available.

"Edith Moore died October 21, 1990 in her 95th year from congestive heart failure."

Died:
Edith died of congestive heart failure in her 95th year.

Buried:
Edith is buried with Lorne in the Fairmount Block of the cemetery in plot 238.

Notes:

John Joseph Kee Pearson (aka Jack) emigrated in 1921, served as an Ensign on HMCS Port Hope and HMCS Wentworth.

John married Mary Elizabeth WHITE on 6 Nov 1922 in Toronto, ON. Mary (daughter of Thomas James WHITE and Mary JEFFERS) was born on 15 Mar 1897 in Belfast, Ireland; died on 15 Oct 1993 in Winona, ON; was buried in Hamilton, ON. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Notes:

"James Albert was convinced that there was an unclaimed fortune in England waiting to be claimed by the descendants of Elizabeth Hawksworth (nee Wedgewood)."

"In all fairness to James Albert, there were other descendants of Elizabeth Wedgewood, namely the Bowlbys and Hawksworths (see the Moore genealogy) in Nova Scotia who were similarly convinced. However, James Albert took it upon himself to represent the Moores in this matter. Starting in 1879 and continuing until 1914, there is a file of letters in the Moore Archives wherein he corresponded with his uncles, aunts and cousins, soliciting funds and genalogical information in one effort after another which never appeared to be successful.
However, it did result in the accumulation of genealogical information that has made the writing ofthis journal considerably easier."

The writer assumes that this alleged fortune would be related to the famous company of Wedgewood China. See the Moore genealogy for the name Wedgewood.

James married Luella (Ella) Jane MATTICE on 14 Jan 1890 in Charlotteville, ON. Luella (daughter of Joseph MATTICE and Catharine KNIFFEN) was born on 5 Oct 1861 in Charlotteville, ON; died on 5 Nov 1936 in Hamilton, ON; was buried in Woodhouse Methodist Cemetery, Woodhouse, ON. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Notes:

The following two family heirlooms belonged to Luella: the spool bed presently at Gladys (Pearon) Moore's in Stoney Creek and given to Jay Moore by Edith (Fern) Moore and the upholstered rocking chair and matching foot stool given to Jay Moore in Kitchener by his brother, Peter from Toronto.

The Mattice Coat of Arms is described in what Douglas Mattice (b. 1958) referred to as "our family book" as follows:

"The Coat of Arms consists of two banners, one scarlet over one of black. On the scarlet banner are three dice. Above the banner, a helmut or crown of Gold, with a forearm and hand holding and ax. The sleeve is of gold as is the ax handle. The blade is silver. Under the banner is a ribbon banner carrying the motto "Gro - Quad - Gram" - I Shall Be What I Have Been.

In the book there is a picture of Joseph Mattice. He is wearing clothing that seem to be from the late 1800s but there is no date assigned to it.

Buried:
Woodhouse Methodist Church Cemetary, Woodhouse, Ont.

Notes:

About 1888, Henry's family moved to Bolton near George Fern and his family. Henry's wife, Ellen (Downes) Fern, died in 1902 and his children had all moved to Canada and the USA by the early 1920s. His nephew, Alfed Fern, looked after his funeral when he died in 1933. He is buried in All Souls churchyard with his wife.

Died:
Alan Eatock's records show his death in 1933.

Buried:
Henry is buried in All Souls churchyard, Bolton, with his wife, Ellen.

Henry married Ellen DOWNES on 7 Mar 1880 in Salford, Lancashire, England. Ellen (daughter of James DOWNES and Sarah Rebecca TAYLOR) was born on 10 Sep 1859 in Louth, Lincolnshire, England; died on 25 Mar 1902 in Bolton, Lancashire, England; was buried in 1902 in Bolton, Lancashire, England. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Notes:

Birth:
Ellen Downes birth certificate reads. "10 Sep 1859, Born, Ellen, dau of james Downes, Private in the 4th Regiment of Foot, and Sarah Downes, formerly Taylor, at Healey's Court, Louth, Lincolnshire."

When Ellen Downes father, James Downes, retired from the Army, the family moved to Salford where she married Henry Fern, a packing-case maker. Her first four children were born there. Then she and her family moved to Bolton where the other children were born.

Buried:
Ellen is buried in All Souls churchyard with her husband, Henry, in Bolton.

Notes:

Married:
Henry and Ellen were married at St. Clement's Church, Salford, Lancashire.


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Robert married Margaret IRWIN. Margaret (daughter of Unknown IRWIN and Ann KEE) was born in in Iron Town; died in in Ireland. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Notes:

Married:
Four of Robert William's sons who emigrated to Canada, Bill, Adam, Jack and Sam, all worked at Stelco in Hamilton. Jack became a member of the executive of the union there.

Notes:

Thomas was a boiler coverer. There some stories that included references to his leaving the family in Ireland for long periods to work in the ship building yards of Glasgow.

Thomas married Mary JEFFERS in 1896 in Ireland. Mary (daughter of James JEFFERS and Mary Jane TAUGHER) was born in 1876 in Ireland; died in 1940 in Ireland; was buried in 1940 in Baptist Cemetary, Tandragee, Northern Ireland. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Notes:

Mary was a factory worker at Sinton's Textiles in Laurelvale.