Here I continue to chart a course for the theme of this week’s 52 Ancestors Challenge. In Part One, I wrote about a road trip to southwestern Saskatchewan, where my mother’s maternal ancestors had lived. Part Two is a brief side trip during a road trip in southern Alberta, where my maternal grandfather’s paternal grandfather had a homestead. His second attempt, to be precise.
A side trip off Highway 2 to Calgary down Highway 23. A pair of genealogists visiting the location where Horace Burgess was a homesteader in the early 20th Century.
In early 2019, I acquired a copy of a homestead application by Horace Burgess, my great great grandfather (the younger fellow’s great great great grandfather). Later that year, for Easter my family and I visited my folks in southern Alberta. Heading back towards Calgary, we took a brief detour east of High River to visit the location of the homestead, just north of Brant, Alberta.
The yellow square marks the land granted to Horace Burgess, upon which he was a homesteader – not far from Vulcan!
Horace Conrad Liggett Burgess 1854-1940
Horace obtained entry for the land on June 19, 1905. He built his home on the land and began continuous occupation in April 1908. He applied for the homestead on June 10, 1908. According to Horace’s homestead application, on two occasions he spent several months working in British Columbia. While farming at this place, Horace had seven horses and ten head of cattle. The land was granted to him on August 22, 1912.
In his application, Horace reported that he had forfeited a previous application for a homestead in 1903, near Grassy Lake, Alberta, for the SW quarter of Section 6, Township 11, Range 14 of the 4th Meridian.
It does not appear that Horace stayed on this land for many years after he acquired the grant. According to an item in the Lethbridge Herald dated September 26, 1924, Horace had been in Utah and Idaho for several years, before relocating to Glenwood, Alberta, which is northwest of Cardston. It also appears that he divided his time between Glenwood and Cherry Grove, Alberta, east of Edmonton and very close to the Saskatchewan border. Horace lived out the last part of his life in Cherry Grove.
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.
The theme for this week’s 52 Ancestors Challenge is “curious” – a term that has been left up to our own interpretation!
There are many things that keep me curious about my family history. They say you are never finished your family tree – because you aren’t. However, if I ever ran out of questions, my family tree would be done, and not in a good way.
For decades I’ve been curious about my maternal grandmother’s first marriage. Last year I was finally able to get their marriage record because it was finally old enough for public disclosure. Despite that, I still have a lot of unanswered questions.
Emelia Anton, about 1931
I’ve previously mentioned my great grandmother, Emelia Anton, who was a German from Russia. She was born on New Year’s Day, but I’ve never been able to confirm whether it was by the Julian or Gregorian calendar. Another mystery: I have a copy of the passenger ship on which Emelia and her family came to Ellis Island. The family came straight to Canada from there; however, despite scouring countless records, I’ve never found where they crossed into Canada.
Come to think of it, my Germans from Russia are the most mysterious branch of my family tree, given how little I know about it compared to other lines!
Another mystery that intrigued me for years was an occupation my great great grandfather, Nicolaas “Klaas” Komen held in the 1920s, “brandstoffelhandelaar”. It literally translates as “fuel dealer”, although it took me a long time to figure that out. Here’s a helpful tip. I’ve found that when trying to translate a difficult foreign word, type it into Google Image Search. Sometimes a photo really is worth a thousand words. However, what kind of fuel was Klaas selling? How and where was he selling it, and to whom? As far as I’ve been able to figure out, it likely involved hauling peat or coal on a wagon or truck.
Marriage registration for Adrianus Komen and Elizabeth Bakker, which identifies the occupation of Adrianus’s father, Klaas, as “brandstoffelhandelaar”
My most recent discovery was learning the sailing on which my father’s aunt came to Canada. I’ve pretty much always known the date on which my father and his family left the Netherlands and the ship he came on, the Sibajak. His aunt, Anny van der Fluit and her husband Jac Beers came on the Groote Beer a few months earlier, but I never knew when. Less than a fortnight ago, the Rotterdam Archives posted Holland America Lines passenger lists up to 1969 on its website. I finally learned that my great aunt and uncle left Rotterdam for Halifax on January 20, 1954. I then realized that I was missing information about one of my father’s uncles, Johannes “Joop” van der Fluit, who came to Canada a couple of weeks after my father. I knew the date on which he sailed, but it crossed my mind that I didn’t know the name of the ship. Ta da, there he is, in the archive, sailing to Canada with his family on the Castel Felice.
However, the greatest curiosity to me revolves around my 4x Great Grandfather, Petrus Pieterszoon “Pieter” van der Fluit, who was born in Voorhout, which is just outside of Leiden. His direct ancestors had been in what is now Zuid Holland (South Holland) for several generations, mostly around Leiden, although the surname traces to a village outside of The Hague.
Visiting Fluitpolderplein in Leidschendam, Zuid Holland in 2017. It may well be that this is the polder after which my surname originates.
Pieter was the oldest of 11 children, four boys and seven girls. He was still in Voorhout in May 1800, when he married Maria Woutersdr (“Maartje” or “Marijtje”) de Vlieger, who was born in nearby Lisse. Pieter and Maartje have their first child, Elisabeth, in Voorhout in 1801. The next time I see Pieter and Maartje, it’s in November 1804, in Nieuwe Niedorp, in what is now Noord Holland (North Holland), where they have their second child, Pieter.
What has always had me curious is why Pieter and Maartje moved almost 70 kilometers to start a new life away from their family. Based on the time I’ve spent in the Netherlands, a trip of seven kilometers seems overwhelming for the locals. For most of my Dutch family lines, the generations never strayed far, so this strikes me as an astonishing move. After Pieter and Maartje moved to Nieuwe Niedorp, the next five or six generations were all located within a very short distance. My father was born less than four kilometers from Nieuwe Niedorp.
Marriage registration for Pieter van der Fluit and Maartje de Vlieger
Almost all of Pieter’s siblings stayed in Voorhout. One adventurous sister moved all the way to Leiden, less than seven kilometers away. Pieter’s youngest sister ended up in Antwerp after moving to what is now Belgium with her husband. There are many descendants of the original van der Fluits still in the Zuid Holland area.
It is not only the distance of the move that has me curious. Usually it was the younger siblings who move away from home, with the eldest staying behind. I have nothing more than speculation as to what drew Pieter and Maartje north.
My working theory was based upon the fact that by 1800, what is now the Netherlands was essentially a French puppet state known as the Batavian Republic. In the time leading up to its creation and during its existence, the Dutch economy was in dire straits. Between it being wartime in Europe and a poor economy, perhaps Pieter went north looking for work. Many years ago, someone suggested that during the time Pieter moved north there was a great deal of work going on with the construction of new polders and waterworks. However, my investigations indicate that most of the polders of the area were constructed well before and well after Pieter arrived on the scene.
This concludes the January 52 Ancestors theme of “Foundations”. February’s theme is “Branching Out”. In the meantime, don’t worry about the cat, it’ll be okay, stay curious!
When I was in my early twenties, I had it in mind to get a Dutch passport and spend a year or two living and travelling in the Netherlands and the EU. I had hoped that the fact my father was born in the Netherlands would enable me to do so. While he came to Canada with his parents when he was a child, he was still a Dutch citizen when he married my mother.
Image of the Sibajak on display at Pier 21. This is the ship that brought my father to Canada.
My dad was here!
Unfortunately – for me – six weeks before I was born my grandfather got my father to get his Canadian citizenship. He was adamantly opposed to the idea that his first-born grandson would be anything other than Canadian. He had gotten his Canadian citizenship as quickly as possible. I’m pretty sure he probably tried the second he landed at Pier 21.
Because my father had been naturalized as a Canadian at the time of my birth, the rules at the time for me to get a Dutch passport required me to produce the passport my father held when he came tot Canada. Of course, he did not hold his own passport when he emigrated, he came under his parents’ passport. I was told that my grandparents’ passport had been long discarded or lost. So much for my plans, thanks grandpa.
Imagine my surprise many, many years later, when this came into my possession. Needless to say, by then life had gone on and my plans had changed. Moreover, the rules for getting a Dutch passport had become more restrictive.
The passport of my grandparents, Adrianus (Arie) van der Fluit and Christina (Tiny) Komen. They both shared the same document, with their photos on separate pages.The inside back cover.
They made it!
One thing that I discovered may have made my life more difficult had this been in my possession at the time I was hoping to obtain my own Dutch passport. My father and his younger siblings are all named in the passport, but it misnamed my father. It gives his first name as “Adrianus”, which is not his name. It’s his father’s. (I have birth records showing my father’s actual name, so I know it wasn’t really Adrianus.)
Me with my grandfather, Leo Burgess. If there is any doubt, he is the one on the left.
I will share one other thing that has come into my possession. My mother’s father worked for the Canadian Pacific Railway for many years, first as a brakeman and later as a conductor. His claim to fame was being part of the crew on the train that teenage Clark Kent raced in Superman: The Movie. My grandfather was always proud to talk about meeting Glenn Ford, one of his favourite actors, at the time.
Looking at this photo, it astounds me how much my grandfather looks the way I look now. When I was younger, I always thought I more resembled my father’s side of the family.
My mother gave me some of the items he used in his work as a conductor.
Some of the items my grandfather used for work. I believe – hope! – that one of my cousins has his pocket watch. One of my brothers has one of my grandfather’s hats, but I don’t recall if it’s a brakeman’s hat or a conductor’s hat.
I thought this week’s challenge would be difficult, because at first nothing came to mind for favourite find. Turned out to be easier than I expected. Next week will be a challenge: “Favourite Photo”. I have dozens of photos that all could hold that title.
A Deck of Ancestors 