Closed for 100 years

 

Recent genealogy news came out that Land Army records were now online. It was well known in my family that my mother's war time experience included time in the Land Army. Seeking further information, I found the update from the National Archives about the new release amongst my later unread emails. It's one of the many genealogy news sources I subscribe to and can be found at news@enews.nationalarchives.gov.uk I had to click on the button to find out more.

In one of my past visits to Kew, I remember finding my mum's index card for the Land Army. I recall that it was on one of my first visits to the National Archives. But it's always worth checking to see if I had missed anything, especially as I was fairly new to on the ground research at that time. According to the National Archives' article, the new digitized version would be searchable on Ancestry. So, I searched for my mother's name on the database. It wasn't there. I found that strange since I have a copy of one page of her land army record in my collection. Puzzled, I took the extra step of checking Ancestry's general information for the collection. There at the bottom of the page about the collection it stated that information for individuals less than 100 years old was excluded.

My mother would have been 100 by now if she had lived but just barely, as she was born in the early months of 1922. It looks like Ancestry applies the 100 year rule in yearly chunks. I checked Ancestry's collection of the 1939 England and Wales Register for my mum's listing. Sure enough, her name was not yet revealed. A check of Find My Past's collection of the 1939 Register revealed her name. It looks like Find My Past applies the 100 year rule differently, a fact for which I am grateful but it looks like I'll have a longer wait to see those Land Army records. 

Advances in technology

 

                                                     An earlier form of transportation, a train with a steam engine

When I got back from my Alaska cruise, I was happy to see the computer keyboard I had ordered waiting for me. Despite all those news reports about porch pirates, I was lucky. It was there waiting for me on my front porch. I had worried about the delivery date and fretted that it would come while I was away. Of course it did. Not that it is an expensive keyboard or anything but finding work arounds so that I could still use my desk top set up with its two screens was quickly getting old.

The two screens thing became popular a few years ago and definitely makes work easier but I'm reminded how computing has developed over the years. One of my screens is an old square shaped HP monitor from 2006, ancient in tech terms. But the length of time isn't that great especially when considering how long it took for other technological advances to change the world.

When I trace my own family's movements, advances in transportation come to the fore. My maternal grandfather worked for the London and Southwestern Railway before immigrating to Canada. Railways also played a part in his transportation to his new country. He first reached Canadian Shores on a CP Rail ship, the Empress of Ireland, before furthering his journey on a train to Saskatchewan. He made quicker progress than members of other family lines who had immigrated to Ontario and PEI much earlier.

My birth family's immigration to Canada was also influenced by changing times in the transportation industry. When WWII ended and my father left the RAF, he joined one of the airlines which were just getting off the ground. Marriage and children followed and, soon after, a transfer to Montreal. Needless to say our journey to North America was faster than my grandfather's but nowhere as quick as the flight today. Back then airplanes had propellers and there were frequent stops to refuel. Like a lot of other technology, there have been lots of advances in airliners since that time.

Although changes in transportation had a huge impact on our lives, other advances in technology had equal or larger parts to play. Things have changed exponentially in my lifetime. But that was also true for my father and grandfather. That's something to remember as I explore my family's history.

A genealogy cruise to Alaska

 

                                                                                    Creek Street, Ketchikan

It's inevitable, every time I go away, I forget something. This time it was my Ancestry password. Access to my account on Ancestry would have come in handy on my travels, a cruise this time. The trip had been set up by my genealogy society, the BCGS, to mark our 50th anniversary. Of course, the anniversary was last year but COVID put cruise plans on hold. This September we finally go to go.

Plans morphed under the delay. The ship changed, our cruise was scheduled for a slightly different time on a different ship. Then it changed back. (No wonder I had a hard time remembering the dates we were going.) People dropped out, some others booked at the last minute. Two speakers had been planned for our at sea days, only one made it. That one was Blaine Bettinger. As he's a DNA expert, there were talks about that as well as other family history topics. The good thing about cruising is there were also plenty of other things to do and see. There were also plenty of stops on our trip to Alaska so, I got to do one of my other favourite things, explore history. 

There was lots of history on display when our ship docked and we were let loose in the towns. Our first stop, Juneau, gave us a taste of the Alaska of yesterday as we walked the streets of the historic downtown. In Skagway we were more adventurous, taking a street car tour of the old parts of town. Our driver took us to the Gold Rush Cemetery where she regaled us with the story of Soapy Smith. That scallywag was brought to his end in a shootout, an event dramatically brought to life by our guide. Creek Street in Ketchikan was our next glimpse into Alaska history. There we toured Dolly's House Museum, the actual house in which Dolly, another colourful character, kept the men of the city entertained, if you know what I mean.

I don't know of any links to Alaska in my family's past but I enjoyed how the stops along the way used the stories about their cities to celebrate their past. It's inspiring to see history brought to life with such enthusiasm. The cruise genealogy talks also gave me food for thought and a desire to take my research further. 

But it's too bad I didn't have my password. It would have been good to look at my DNA info while what our speaker had talked about was fresh in my mind. Now I'll have to take a closer look and try and remember what he talked about. This time I swear I'll look at the syllabus and not just add it to my pile of genealogical information. 

Changing countries, changing jobs

                                                              Immigration advertisement

When we moved to Canada in the mid 20th century, it was due to my father being transferred by his employer. Essentially, he was following the same career path and doing similar work to that he had carried on in England. Transfers of this sort became more common as the years went by. But what of ancestors who immigrated in the years prior? Did they find work in their new country similar to the occupations they had worked at in the old country?

Not so much. Sometimes the jobs they obtained and the places they reached must have taken a lot of getting used to. When I write this, I'm primarily thinking of my maternal grandfather who, prior to immigrating to Canada, had lived in Birmingham and Bournemouth. When he arrived in Canada, he was sent to small town Saskatchewan. The work may also have been clerical work, in a bank rather than at a railway, but the surroundings would have been a culture shock. It didn't take him long to remove to Regina. 

But what of earlier immigrants in my family? Many of them were farmers. The earliest, the patriots who moved from the newly minted country south of the border to take up free land in Upper Canada, would have taken farming the new land in their stride. It wasn't much different than they were used to. The newcomers from Scotland, however, would have found the trees littering their plots daunting and the growing season one they had to get used to.

Not all of the early immigrants in my family were farmers, however. One in particular, Kenneth Matheson, was a stone mason. Building with stone was a necessity in the north of Skye where he came from. There was little timber still available. He first moved his family to Prince Edward Island. I wonder if his subsequent move to Canada West was motivated by a wish to pursue his craft - a thought to ponder as I work on the timeline of his family.

Rites and passages

 

                                                                  After the dance rehearsal, Moon Festival

When Queen Elizabeth II died on September 8, it caused a whole series of plans and ceremonies to unfold. These plans were already developed and ready to go. No doubt they were tweaked as the years went by and the queen lived on. The passing of a monarch is an extraordinary event, but her death and the crowning of a new monarch is not the only occasion marked by rites. Most of us mark life events, like marriage, birth or death with ceremonies which vary according to culture and preference. The way that we celebrate or mourn has changed as lives have changed and religion has loosened the grip that it used to have on communities.

There are other events we also mark with rites; like those special days during the year such as Easter or the bringing in of the New Year. In the Christian calendar a big one is Christmas. In this day and age, the commercial aspect of the holiday has spread beyond the religious community. Some hark back to a time when it truly was a religious holiday but, our rosy view of the occasion doesn't always reflect the reality. There were times that work took over life so much that many marriages took place on December 25 as that was the only day the affianced couple had off at the same time. 

As people of different backgrounds mix in our modern world, it's interesting to find out about the rites of other cultures. Some events, like the Surrey Vaisakhi Parade in BC, I can't help but be aware of. That parade (and the food) attracts so many people that it pretty much takes over a large part of that city. But that's only one of a myriad of events celebrated by various factions of our society. It's interesting to experience the mix of cultures and the various rites people celebrate. It's also a reminder that people in the past celebrated various rites of passage or times of the year in different ways that had effects big and small on our ancestors' lives.   

Searching for Skye links

 

                                                                                    A view of Portree, Skye

Searching for ancestors in Scotland comes with challenges but some places are harder to find records for than others. My Scottish research has led me to two islands on the west coast of the country, Islay and Skye. I've been able to find a fair bit of information about my Islay folk, Skye is another story. Sometimes I feel like I'm grasping at straws. 

Strangely, when we visited the Glasgow and West of Scotland Family History Society, I found that they had few books about Islay, more of their library was devoted to publications about Skye. My friend was busy in the next room so I looked through some of the publications for my Skye names, one of which was Matheson. There were lots of possibilities but one entry stood out.

The death had happened in Macao, a place which immediately caught my attention. It stood out amongst all the other entries with Scottish places of demise. I wondered why such a death had been reported in an Inverness-shire newspaper. Reading further, I saw that the death was of a young man working for a Scottish company in Asia. The deceased was Alexander Martin Matheson, a native of Kilmuir on Skye. I knew my Mathesons had ties to Kilmuir. Perhaps they were related to the young man who had died.

Frustratingly, the names of Alexander's parents were not included in the report. What was included was the name of his brother, an outstanding member of the community. The brother was named as L. Matheson, Surgeon at Portree, Skye. That looked promising. If L. Matheson was a prominent man in Portree, he must have left records. So now I've started looking at this family of Mathesons hoping that they will link up with my own ancestors. Here's hoping that the records will take both lines back far enough that I can see if they converge. Even if they don't, searching through the information I find should give me a better idea of life on Skye at a time when my ancestors were living there.

Sources:

“Deaths as Reported in the Inverness Herald and Northern Herald Newspaper 1839 & 1844-1846” compiled by Stuart Farrell F.S.A Scot, Scottish Genealogy Society

September beginnings

 

We've been conditioned to it. After years and years of starting school in September it seems like the natural order of things, at least in Canada and probably most of the US. It's that new beginning, the start of a new school year; arguably a more drastic adjustment than the change to a new year on the 1st of January. (Except perhaps for Y2K.) It's one of our rituals and, like most, has its commercial side. Just think of back to school ads. I know that companies selling tech gear have jumped on that bandwagon following many other companies selling clothing, lunch box items etc. I confess to an urge to haunt stores selling stationery looking for fresh pens and notebooks.

The idea of new beginnings in September has become ingrained. But then so have many other things that are now such a part of our lives they have become part of the background; like clocks, means of rapid transport, communication devices and electricity. Where would we be without electric light? Maybe not thinking of September as a time of new beginnings to look forward to but as the start of shorter days and longer nights. Perhaps a time to worry that there'd be enough set by to tide a family over winter - at least in the Northern Hemisphere.

It's hard to remember that my ancestors' concerns played out on such a different background than my own. But it's something to bear in mind when I try to understand their actions or strive to figure out where else to look for them when I've lost their trails.