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Uncovering Your Ancestor's Story

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Researching family can be tricky.  There is always at least one ancestor that everybody tip toes around, or when asked about the conversation simply gets shut down because its either too painful to talk about or there is “shame” attached to it.  Shame is a powerful word, but it has been in my own personal experience that talking out loud about ‘things’ can give context and understanding of what happened which allows us to move forward.  So how do you research something no one wants to talk about?   A gentler approach when talking to your family may work by asking, “I am really interested in understanding what happened”, or “I understand its painful to talk about it, but when you are ready, I really want to understand and hear that story”, but even that may not work. What do you do when they are ready to share the story? There is a lot to be considered like how long ago did it take place?   Is the person telling you the story objectively?   Were they a w...

Simple Stone, Simple Story? - By C.J. Scott, BA, PLCGS

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Image by ksblack99, creative commons Have you ever heard of the phrase, “a picture is worth a thousand words”?   This could also be said of headstones in a cemetery.   Each week when I walk through Windsor Grove one of Windsor’s oldest cemeteries, the stones speak to me, almost whispering and taunting me to hear their story.   Some are larger than life monuments reflecting families of wealth.   Some include symbolism highlighting their faith, culture, and organizations that they  were proud to be apart of.   Of all the beautiful monuments within this cemetery I seem to be drawn to the smaller, insignificant stones with little information on them.   They tease my curiosity with questions that need to be answered.   Why such a simple stone?   Did they not have enough money?   Where were they from?   Why did they die so young?   Where is the rest of their family?   The mind drifts off to many questions, but once the voices s...

Tell Your Story

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O nce in a while I come across a social media post where someone shares a childhood memory.  Its heartwarming to know that with all of this technology around us people allow themselves to sit and think without needing entertainment.  Don't get me wrong, I think there are many positive things about technology however I wonder... Are people craving a change?   Its interesting to observe as well that everywhere I go I see references to vintage and retro.  Stores have opened up specifically to sell collectable clothing, furniture, glassware, and vinyl from the 50s to 70s.  Not unusual with each passing generation, but I am aware that these items certainly provoke feelings and memories and we buy into it because of that connection.  There's that word again...connection.  I love how 'items' create feelings, jog a memory or bring you back to a moment that you experienced.  Whether they are considered negative or positive they are still memories....

Connection

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Since the pandemic I have really been trying to balance life, and at the same time practice mindfulness. I  always prided myself in making sure I was "ok" no matter what, but I see now that life pre-pandemic was too busy, and at times overwhelming trying to put enough time aside for people I cared about. It was amazing to me as well the impact of not having a physical connection with others.  Technology was helpful for a time to somewhat satisfy this craving, however seeing and hearing a person on a screen was just not enough.  It was the physical presence of another that really completed the connection, and when safer to do so a hug, fist tap or handshake really let me breathe again; everything came full circle.   It was amazing how people became creative and had lawn visits, drive by birthdays and graduations.  People had their patio chairs brought to the front of the house, curtains on homes were never closed, and yes people did put Christmas lights on t...

Letters from The Trenches

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Barrie Examiner Sept 1916, photo by CJ Scott Private Emerson Watson Armstrong, 20th Battalion Canadian Expeditionary Forces, born in Allandale, Ontario December 21, 1896 to William  Armstrong and Johanna Reynolds (Archives of Ontario, Toronto, Ontario, Canada; Series Registration of Births and Stillbirths 1869-1913, reel 134; Record Group: RG 80-2).     According to his military records acquired from Library and Archives Canada, he enlisted with the 20th Battalion Canadian Expeditionary Force in Toronto, Ontario November 29, 1914; just a few weeks prior to his 19th birthday.   War Diaries from LAC further confirm that the 20th battalion left in May 1915 on the SS Megantic , however the first letter received by his mother Johanna was dated October 4, 1914 with a note of "In Belgium" .  Based on the contents of the letter it could be as simple as him loosing all track of time and maybe wishing he was somewhere else.  Or was he living in a nightmare?...