Stayed home??? This is not the 52 Ancestors theme for me! My ancestors never stayed anywhere for very long! Even before moving to North America, my ancestors moved around a lot.
I follow in that tradition, having lived all over western Canada. By the time I moved away from home for university, I had lived in Lethbridge AB (two places), Regina SK, Medicine Hat AB, Creighton SK (on the Manitoba border), Duncan BC, Chemainus BC, Terrace BC, North Battleford SK (two houses), Terrace BC (again – and two houses!). The longest we ever lived in one house was the second place we lived in North Battleford. I was always the new kid in the class.
We lived in one of these houses in the first year of my life. I need to ask my mother if this was the first or second place we lived in Lethbridge. The other place we lived was in an apartment on the north side of the city. Decades later, one of my sisters lived in the same apartment complex when she began university. (For the life of me, I cannot figure out why images no longer centre!)
Even after I moved away from home I didn’t stop moving. While I lived in two different residences during undergrad, I spent the summers in Terrace, Coquitlam, and Vancouver, respectively. After graduation, I lived in North Vancouver for a short time until I relocated to Victoria BC for a six-month legislative internship (where I stayed at two different addresses). I then relocated to Vancouver for a few months until embarking on a seven-week trip to Europe. On my return, I stayed at my folks, who by then had moved to Williams Lake BC (with several moves still yet to come for them). I moved back to North Vancouver, followed by longer residencies in Vancouver, Burnaby, and Richmond BC.
By my count, to date I have lived at 25 different addresses since I was born. The longest was 13 years, a record I set in the 90s. I would be very happy to beat that record. Our children, on the other hand, have only moved once in their lives, and have attended the same elementary school for every grade. I can’t even imagine what that’s like!
Whenever I pointed out to my father how my younger siblings always got things that I was never allowed to have, he’d say, “at least I took you fishing!”
That answer sufficed for the seconds it took me to remember… “Dad, they hated fishing!”
Some of my earliest memories are going fishing with my father. We also did a fair amount of camping, but far less frequently. Fishing was our favourite outdoor activity. Growing up, we lived all over western Canada, so we’ve fished in all sorts of lakes and rivers, as well as the ocean. During trips to Alberta to see our grandparents, we’d often go fishing with my maternal grandfather as well.
I was four and a half. We were living in Creighton, Saskatchewan at the time. We must have been on a road trip to my parents’ friends, who lived in southern Manitoba.
While we have angled for all types of fish, my favourite catch was always pickerel, which is what walleyes are called in western Canada. We also caught a lot of jackfish, which is another name for northern pike.
A month later, closer to my fifth birthday. In our driveway in Creighton.
One of the greatest controversies in my family involved pickerel. When we lived in North Battleford, Saskatchewan, one of our favourite fishing destinations was where the Battle River meets the North Saskatchewan River. In late summer, water levels were so low that a large sandbar developed, forming a sort of island. Water levels often were low enough that you could wade to the “island”, which took you to a particularly good spot where the pickerel seemed to gather.
During one of those late-summer fishing expeditions, my brother caught two particularly large pickerel. However, he was about four years old at the time, and not strong enough to reel them in – one of the great things about pickerel is the fight they put up despite their size – so my father had to help them.
My brother and father with the controversial pickerel – along with one my brother was able to reel in himself.
Pickerel are not a large fish by nature, so the eight-pounders my brother caught were pretty impressive. So much so that my father decided to have them mounted. However, in the decades that followed, they both claim that they caught the fish and have tried to take sole credit. In recent years, they’ve reached a compromise, and both recognize each other’s role in the achievement.
One of the two infamous controversial pickerel.
I also much prefer freshwater fishing to saltwater. However, one of my most memorable fishing trips was when I was in high school. At the time, we were living in Terrace, British Columbia. My father had a friend in Prince Rupert who had a fishing boat, who invited my father, me, and one of my brothers (he of pickerel fame) out one weekend. (My youngest brother was an infant at the time, so he wasn’t invited.) I’m sure my sisters were welcome to join us, but they had no interest.
Quickly after we started, not far offshore, we dropped some crap traps, and then set out for open water. Our goal was halibut, and we were quite successful. One of the best parts of the trip was that, at various times, we were able to see the coast of Haida Gwaii and Alaska. The most amazing part was seeing porpoises swimming along side us during part of the voyage. I’m sure my brother’s most significant memory of the trip was being nauseous.
A rough approximation of our fishing trip. The red box on the coast is Prince Rupert, the one inland is Terrace, where we were living at the time.
With a new month and new week comes a new theme for the 52 Ancestors Challenge. The theme for February and the first week of the month is “Branching Out”.
A bit literal, don’t you think?
Frankly, at first this one had me stumped. (By the way, my theory is that all puns are intended.) While Amy offers gentle suggestions as to what a theme might mean, she leaves it to participants to decide what we think it means. Many people are taking this as an opportunity to talk about their collateral branches. Others are sharing that while many genealogists look up their trees, they are in pursuit of the downward branches of a specific ancestor. There have also been many discussions of research strategies involving genealogy FAN clubs – “Friends, Associates, and Neighbours”, a term coined by Elizabeth Shown Mills describing a method of cluster research.
These forms of branching out didn’t speak to me for the challenge. For the most part, I’m primarily climbing up my tree, looking for direct ancestors. I keep track of their FANs in pursuit of that goal. I also have a couple of ancestors for whom I am tracing all their descendants. Yet I found no real inspiration there for this post.
For me, a significant moment of branching out for me was when I got married. By then I had already spent many years on my own tree, and by that point in time it was becoming a lot of work to make little progress. However, with my wife, there was a whole new set of branches to explore with all sorts of low-hanging fruit ripe for easy picking. Besides, I considered her family to be my family, so it was like researching my own tree. Moreover, as we planned to have children some day, I simply saw it as getting a head start on their family tree.
To my great pleasure, our eldest child shares my interest in genealogy. I even bought him a membership to the BC Genealogical Society as a birthday present. Much of my branching out has been in pursuit of questions he has put to me.
There are all sorts of fascinating things about our children’s maternal line. For example, they are direct descendants of Heinrich Stief (“Steeves”) and Regina Stahlecker. Originally from Baden-Württemberg, they emigrated to Pennsylvania, where they had seven sons. The family relocated to New Brunswick in 1766. If you’re a “Steeves” in Canada or the United States, odds are you’re one of their direct descendants. In 2016, there was an attempt to set a Guinness World Record for largest gathering of individuals with the same last name. Unfortunately, the attempt fell short.
Notable Steeves descendants include the Hon. William H. Steeves (one of the “Fathers of Confederation” of Canada), Jack Layton (late Leader of the Opposition in Canada’s parliament), Laurence J. Peter (author of The Peter Principle), and Janette Oke (author). A few years ago I gave a presentation on “Law and Genealogy”, using my sons’ Steeves connection as a research example. Through sheer serendipity, the presenter who spoke before me was also a Steeves descendant, John Steeves, a judge of the B.C. Supreme Court.
The interesting connection is to Manoah Steeves, who later in life dropped an “e” from his surname and became “Steves”. In 1877, he and his wife moved west and bought land on Lulu Island in British Columbia, where they established a dairy farm. From this grew Steveston, a fishing village that is now part of Richmond, B.C., where we now live. Manoah’s descendants still operate a farm here. The streets in our neighbourhood share the names of Steeves relatives and places in New Brunswick, 4300 kilometres away. Taking our kids to school is like a daily trip through their family tree.
Steveston, B.C., or as you might recognize it from television, Storybrooke, Maine.
Page from the Jersey Parish Register showing the baptism of Francois Le Quesne (Francis LeCain)
Another branch on which I have spent more hours of research than I ever expected to do came from a seemingly random question my son asked about a name on his maternal line that he saw in my database, Francis Barclay LeCain. It also turned into a great way of showing him what genealogical research really entails and that not everything can be found with few clicks online. Years later he still asks to do research on Francis and the LeCains.
Francis is our childrens’ great x8 grandfather. He was born Francois Le Quesne around October 1723 in St. Helier Parish, Bailiwick of Jersey. The connection to the Channel Islands alone was an immediate point of fascination. The Le Quesnes appear to go back on Jersey for many centuries.
From the French: “Francois, son of Jean le Quesne & his wife Elizabeth Horman, was baptized the 20th day of October, 1723. Mr. Francois Bertelet and his wife Madame Marie Manger, being the godfather and godmother“
Francis came to Annapolis Royal with the British army as a “Master Artificer” or “Armourer” in the employ of the Board of Ordnance, which among other things was responsible for the manufacture and supply of weapons for the military. Francis’s obituary noted that he had lived in Annapolis for 64 years, which puts the year he came to Nova Scotia as being about 1742. In 1745 he married Alicia Maria Hyde, a daughter of a military man who also hailed from Jersey. Our children are descended from Francis and Alicia’s youngest daughter, Mary. Alicia died in 1758. Francis married again in 1761, to Elizabeth Foster. The blacksmith shop he established remained on the same site for over 100 years. Francis died in Annapolis Royal in March 1806.
Francis LeCain’s obituary published March 15, 1806, from Minn’s Weekly Chronicle, a Halifax newspaper.
Next week’s theme is “Maps”. I’m looking forward to that. I love maps. Atlases of historical maps I found in grade eight fostered my love of history, which was my major in university.
A Deck of Ancestors 