Progress

Hello all, sorry for my tardiness in maintaining active posts. You know, life gets in the way.

My focus over the last couple weeks has been Murphy/Gibeault and related families. These are all on my wife’s side. Primarily I’m just trying to fill in blanks using a book called “Gibeault/Beaudry Family History”.

My sister-in-law Fran(ces) was kind enough to share a number of photos she acquired after my Mother-in-laws passing and I scanned them all to maintain a record. If you know me you know I love photos, particularly old ones.

So in addition to the family history info incorporated in the book there were additional photos. All are photocopies, and not very good either if truth be known, but at least I have access to them. I would really like to share them and my dilemma is how best to do that. I am more than willing to purchase another domain, or happy to use one of mine, but how will I get the best bang for my buck when/if I do that? Facebook is always an option, and I may take advantage of that, but I feel some reservation there. Unfortunately it’s probably the media most likely to attract the most viewers.

I’ve also made contact with the Federspiel/Symons side, the Reeve (wife’s side) and the Reeves side, in addition to a connection to the Gale/Diebert. I hope I haven’t left anyone out. What this means is a rapid infusion of names and family tree member.

I will now have to update the Family tree associated with this site (Family Tree), as it is sadly much out of date. I would like to improve this situation however until I can determine the best way to secure the info of living members I will have to postpone attention. Then there is of course my ADD tendencies which complicate my life when it comes to completing projects started with good intentions, the Family tree being one.

I’m still happy to share the Ancestry tree (Ancestry – Sklapsky Family tree). Unfortunately I think the hoops created by Ancestry when viewers attempt to access the tree are onerous for most. I think joining Ancestry, even though it’s free, prevent casual viewers from taking advantage of the site. That’s the primary purpose of my creating the Family tree attached to this site. The downside is that it creates additional load on me from a maintenance point of view.

Whatever all this means to you is personal. My goal is to provide, yours to access if you choose.

Take care all…..

Research links

My OCD is getting the better of me. That, combined with my ADD is causing me some stress (both conditions self diagnosed haha). The trigger’s for this are the discovering of documentation and web links that have interesting and potentially helpful information on one side of my tree or the other. My challenge is keeping track of these sites, putting them “somewhere” and then remembering where that somewhere is. Seemed like on here might be a good place to start.

I came across this site by accident, I guess that’s how I come across most/all of them. It pertains primarily to the Hickman family.
George W. Hickman married Phenia S. Reeves, the connection here through my Paternal Grandmothers family. Lots of work done here.

http://www.hickmanresearch.com/genealogy/hickman/ghickman.htm#001


This online book references Edwin Brown and his wife Susan Rose. I’ve had some difficulty with this family, the possible cross referencing of two different ‘Edwin Browns’ and ‘Susan Rose’ or ‘Susan Prophet’. Both Rose and Prophet are potentially the names of the mother of Mary Phenia Reeves-Brown. Again on the Reeves side.

https://archive.org/details/historyofbuchana00will or https://openlibrary.org/books/OL23362044M/History_of_Buchanan_County_Iowa

Memoirs of Hillsburgh – Clarence Federspiel (1909)

Here is another installment from the book “Memoirs of Hillsburgh”, in this case a piece written by Clarence Federspiel around 1909. 

Clarence is the brother of Elmer Federspiel, who married Lillian Mae Sklapsky in 1905. 

CLARENCE FEDERSPIEL

I, Clarence Federspiel, come to what was then Assiniboia N.W.T., in 1905 and homesteaded twenty-five miles east of Davidson. After proving up my homestead there, I decided in 1909 to purchase South African scrip which was available at that time and could be purchased at the local bank for $500.00 to $1100.00. This scrip was allotted by the government to veterans of the South African war, which allowed the holder of such scrip to file on a half section of government land or to sell it, and whoever purchased it had the same right. It was generally understood there was available government land south-west of Saskatoon, where the Canadian Northern Railroad was building a line from Saskatoon to Calgary. This was known as the Goose Lake line. After purchasing my scrip at the bank at Craik, I, with three other homesteaders decided to drive through with a team of horses and light wagon and see what the country looked like. We started about July 6th and drove west, crossing the Saskatchewan River on the ferry at Outlook. We kept on west until we came into what is now called the Brock district. At that time there was just one house in township 28, range 20 — Mr. and Mrs. Walter Hyde’s place on section 24. Rather, they had not built their house, but were living in part of the barn until they could build a house. We camped at their place for a few days while we looked over the surrounding country. I finally decided to file my scrip on the east half of 10-28-20-W. 3rd. The other three men did not take up any land, but returned to their homesteads by way of Rosetown which was the end of the steel at that time. I left them there and took the train for Saskatoon where I filed my scrip on the above mentioned land.

I then returned to my homestead at Davidson, and after harvesting the crop in 1909, I sent my wife and little daughter Vera back to Michigan which was their old home. After that I went back to build a home for them on our newly acquired land. At this time, about October 10th, the steel was laid to Netherhill, so we were able to take the work train from Rosetown, which was as far as the passenger train came then. The work train let us off at what was then called mile 106. l must mention that John Ward and Louie Keil arrived on that train and had with them a huge tent which become our first hardware store operated by Louie Keil, and our first general store by John Ward. I remember I bought my first carpenter tools from them and I used the tools to build our first house on 10-28-20-W. 3rd. This house was 22’x24’ and is now occupied by my daughter Maxie and her husband Andrew Melville who bought the place from me through the V.L.A. in 1945. Both my daughter and her her husband were veterans of World War Two.

Our house was built in the fail of 1909 with lumber and material which was shipped from Rosetown, and was part of the first shipment of building material which arrived at mile 106, later called Brock. The balance of this shipment of lumber consisting of two cars was for J. R. Ward’s store and W. L. Keil’s store. These were the first buildings in Brock in 1909. One cold day in December, Bert McBain and I walked to Rosetown a distance of 36 miles to catch the train to Saskatoon. We had missed the work train and we froze our faces. The only place we could find to sleep was on the floor of a new restaurant that was being built there. Needless to say we slept well as we were tired after our long hike.

The next morning I took the train for Michigan where my wife Blanche was waiting for me, and I saw for the first time our second daughter Clara, born October 29th, 1909. Then I returned to Brock with my wife and two daughters just as a big prairie fire swept past our house, which was just off the grass on the land that already had been burned off. There were many new settlers in 1910. Some of my new neighbors were Jack Maloney on the north half of section two, Charlie Parks and Jim Staples on section 14, George Shea on section 22, Ole Skrove on the south half of section 16, and George B. Mason on the N.E. of section four.

The two first reeves of the Municipality of Hillsburgh were John Craig and William Dale, two outstanding men who gave the best of Ieadership to the council through good times and bad. I cannot speak too highly of them both with their gift of leadership to the municipality during their terms of office.

In 1910 a little story went the rounds, and I don’t know if it were true
or not, but one day Bill and Jack were very busy when a man come into their store and bought an ox harness, and asked Bill to charge it to him. Bill being very busy didn’t make a note of it at the time, and in the evening when he remembered about it, he couldn’t think of the man’s name, so he asked Jack what to do about it. Jack said, “Every man who has a charge account we will charge with one ox harness, then when they pay their bills if they say they didn’t buy an ox harness, we will just strike it off the bill.” Well they never did find out who bought the ox harness, but when they closed their books in the fall, they found that 14 different men had paid for the ox harness.

Update: Genealogy, DNA, Web issues

Some time has passed and I have a few things to offer, some snippets of interest or just plain updates:

Website changes

You may have noticed this site has changed looks over the last month or so, if you’ve been visiting. I’m trying to find “the look” I want. It’s still a work in progress but hey, that’s part of the fun.

DNA testing

On a whim I signed up for the Ancestry.com DNA exam. There were no rubber gloves involved, just a small vial of saliva to be sent back to their labs for analysis. I received the results the other day. Most interesting!

Much to my surprise (and I’m not sure why I’m surprised) but the results show my genetic make-up to be predominantly Scandinavian, 52% in fact. Being that my maternal grandfather was born and bred in Norway I guess that should come as no surprise however it did give me cause to think. As I’ve been somewhat predisposed to focus my family/genealogical search on the Sklapsky name and history, Bohemian or middle/western European, it is only a small (very small) part of my genetic make-up. No cause or reason to change direction from my current search direction, just a gentle prod that there are other family roots to take into consideration. As with all family structures we are all made up of the sum of our maternal and paternal ancestors genes.

Other percentages are

  • 19% Ireland
  • 17% Europe West
  • 4 Other regions – this includes:
    • Iberian Peninsula 6%
    • Great Britain 4%
    • Europe East 1%
    • Italy/Greece < 1%

So the real surprise for me, other than 52% Scandinavian, is the 19% Irish. Might explain why I always wanted to visit Ireland. There may be some subliminal draw there, a calling to my roots shall we say. They like beer, I like beer. They like Irish whiskey, I like Irish whiskey. Heck, I even married an Irish lass.

Apologies

An apology is in order. There have been a number of folk that have tried to sign up or enroll to gain access to private areas of this site. I didn’t realize that until today when I began looking at the “users” of the site and saw there were a number that hadn’t been approved. As of today you should be good to go. If I’ve deleted any applicants by mistake I apologize, please don’t hesitate to try again. If you prefer you can contact me directly and I’ll hook you up right away.

Website Family Tree (TNG)

The TNG Family Tree, found here on this site, and reached by using the ‘Family Tree’ menu item, is still enabling me to ‘learn’. For whatever reason my current challenge is getting family members photos to display, attached or linked to their appropriate person. The family members seem to be all in order, just displaying their photos is the issue. If you’d like access to the Ancestry tree, with photos, please let me know.

 

Family Tree – Update

For any of you have checked out the Family Tree lately you may have seen some unusual displays of family information. Through my learning curve with the new Family Tree software on this site (TNG) I’ve  broken and fixed the tree more than I care to admit.

The challenges I have experienced so far have had to do with the export of the family tree from Ancestry (Family Tree Maker 2014 to be exact) and the subsequent importing into the Family Tree software (TNG) used on this site (sklapsky.ca). In my attempts to privatize the information of living individuals I inadvertently saved over the database and lost some information altogether. Long story short I’m still adapting, trying to display as many family members as possible on an open family tree without showing too much private info.

A possible scenario to resolve this would just be to ensure anyone wanting access to the tree would have to log in. That’s not my preference but it may be the best solution in the long run. It would be an inconvenience but hey, life is full of inconveniences.

So after another attempt I may have it right. Check it out, and let me know if you see any information on the living. Remember, if you want to see the full tree you will have to register and get a login and password.

I’d truly be interested in any feedback. Please share your thoughts.

“As Sparks Fly Upward”, Ch. 23, -by Rex G. Krepps

A while ago I posted a writing by Lottie Sklapsky-Krepps (Frank J. Sklapsky article) in which I was lamenting not knowing the source of said writing. A copy of that article was also recently posted to the ‘Sklapsky Reunion’ group page on Facebook. I thought perhaps it had originally been seen in one of Rex Krepps books and to be sure someone from the group page would know.

Since then I have been told by a number of family members that the column in question had not been been in one of Rex’s books but had originally been published in a book titled “Memoirs of Hillsburgh”.

Well then, that would mean I must acquire a copy of said book. To that end I’ve ordered a copy and will be able to post any additional articles written that may interest ‘us’. Permission is available.

In the spirit of sharing I was also in touch with the Krepps family to see if sharing excerpts from Rex’s book “As Sparks Fly Upward” would be possible. Kindly it was, and thank you to Rex and family for that option.

So to cut to the chase here is Chapter 23 from Rex G. Krepps book “As Sparks Fly Upward”. It is a conversation had with his Father, and Mother, one in which they answer a number of questions he asks.

My comment on this and so many other family articles would be that the faith or the writers,  and their belief in God, was a powerful support for them and an impetus to take on whatever trials and tribulations they might encounter. It is likely something we might all learn.

Chapter Twenty-Three

“Rex, you asked me if I ever questioned why I came to the Saskatchewan prairie, and if I had any regrets about coming. The truth is, I have never questioned my decision; I have been content to live out here. In Michigan, I may have been a clerk in a store all of my life, or I may have been a farm labourer out for hire, tied to the soil that belonged to someone else. I could go no further than I did in school, which was grade ten, for there was no way to get further schooling. No one understood my desire for further education; they thought, and believed, that I had enough education. Oh, I tried, indeed I did try. I went to town and stayed with my uncle, once divorced then remarried, something disastrous at that time — to be divorced was to create a scandal. My uncle and his new wife were very good to me. She was a very good woman. It is said that she read right through her Bible seven times.

There was no where to go. There was a sort of depression on, even then, in the States. God knows I tried, I tried desperately, but there was nowhere else to turn.

I was an avid reader. I read everything that came to hand, including Newspaper advertisements. One day, while reading, I read that there was land available up in Canada, out on the prairie, for one dollar an acre. That set me to thinking. There was no future for me in Michigan; there was a future in Canada. The more I thought about having land of my own, the more convinced I became that I ought to look into it. I finally decided that I would enquire, knowing that if I didn’t venture anything, I didn’t gain anything. I did enquire, and I met several other people who were also enquiring, many of them right from around where I lived. The Sklapsky, the Wilcox, the Federspiel families, all were interested, so I knew I would not be entirely alone. I was so excited, exhilarated really — at the very thought of going to Canada and owning my own land.

No, I have no regrets, Rex, none at all. I met hundreds of people on the prairie. I always felt that God was near, no matter where I was at the time.”

For my dad, that was a long speech.

The conversation continued; I wanted to learn all I could learn about our parents. Their life had been such an interesting life, that I did not want to forget what I learned.

“But Dad, I’ve heard people tell about their hardships; you never mention the hardships, and I guess that is alright. But were there any happy days?”

“Most days were happy days, for there was some happiness in every day. The days I enjoyed in the community were the days when we pulled together and accomplished outstanding feats by our team efforts. We did volunteer work to establish the Fair Days, the Sports Days, the Ball Tournaments, and the Horse Races, and we built, or helped to build, one anothers churches, and the arena.

Men and women from the north, east, south and west of the village helped to build the community buildings and to establish the activities which you see today. We were the happiest when we were working together as a group, not as individuals. We needed one another. By working together as a group, we all benefited physically, mentally, socially and spiritually.

At times there were problems in the district. I remember the time when the Municipal Secretary was called a liar by one of the Municipal Councillors. The Secretary was furious and demanded a retraction of the statement. It was forthcoming, but it was slow in coming. The Secretary then went a step further and demanded a public apology, or else the man would be sued for libel. The public apology was to take the form of a written apology, and it was to be posted, on the public Notice Board, in the local Post Office, for all to read.

The Councillor wrote the bare apology and posted it on the Notice Board as demanded. You know son, that was the first time I ever knew that a person could be called to account for calling another person a liar. We certainly did not know that a public apology could be demanded. Then again, I don’t know the law about that public apology. I do hope the Municipal Secretary was not just bluffing the Councillor.” he said.

“Oh, here you go again, Rex, asking questions. There is never an end to your questions. Do I regret coming to Canada? No, I have not regretted coming to Canada, and I have no regrets. I dearly loved the State of Michigan with its tall trees, brooks, rivulets and rivers, and the green, green grass. I loved my aunts and uncles and my cousins; I was really close to them. But, I had a choice; I didn’t have to come to Canada. Even when I was in my early teens, my health was not good, and my parents were trying to make a decision whether or not I could stand the trip. I overheard their discussion and I was devastated. I loved my parents; how could they ever think of leaving me in Michigan? When they talked it over with me, informing me that I could stay with Uncle Johnny and his wife, I was adamant. I was going to Canada with them!

Now that I think about it, I realized even then that my parents did not have much money. If I did stay behind, I was afraid they wouldn’t have enough money to send for me later. No, no siree, I was not to be left behind; I would go where they would go.

No, I have no regrets. True enough, I often think of what might have been if I had stayed in Michigan, but I made my choice, and after all, I did meet your Dad up here, along with dozens of other bachelors! But your Dad was the man for me. The prairies had some draw backs, like flies and mosquitoes, that nearly drove us crazy, too much heat in thesummer time and too much cold in the winter time; but it has been the life for me.

I truly believe that Canada is a great and a wonderful coun try, with a great and a wonderful future. We have you six children, and my parents are still living. Except for Frank and Virgil, who went to the Peace River district to homestead, my sisters and brothers are near. Frank married Bernice and Virgil married Lily. I am going to see them all someday.

God has always been good to us. I have believed that He was with us at all times. He knew our happiness and our sorrow. My faith has been strengthened, and for that I am happy.

No, I have no regrets, I wouldn’t have it otherwise. It has been my whole life. I’ve learned to love the prairie, as has your lDad. God is good. ”Mother concluded as she spoke with feeling and great understanding.

“Mother was there ever anything humorous happening dur ing the early days and in the later years in this community?” Rex asked because he was interested in knowing.

“Why, yes, son, there were humorous incidents. One, that I recall, was not so humorous at the time, but since then, Bella and I have laughed over it many times, so I suppose you could call it a humorous incident.

We ladies liked to keep up with the modern day styles, both in our clothing and in our hair styles. We went through all the changes in clothing styles and hair styles. I’ll never forget the braids, the tight curls, the boys’ bob, the finger wave and now, the permanent wave.

Your Uncle Mal’s sister, Eva Huckaby, was a hair stylist. She worked in Brock as a hairdresser for several months. At one time Eva decided to put a “special” on the price of a “perm”, and most women went for the “bargain perm.”

Bella Melville was undecided. She was not certain if her straight, jet black hair, would take a perm. It was because of her uncertainty that she consulted me.

“Lottie,” Bella said in order to get my rapt attention. “What would you say if I was to get one of those perms? Do you think my hair would curl?” Bella had noticed the effect of the perm on many of the ladies in the district, and it did improve their appearance.

“Why, yes, Bella, I do think you should give it a try. I see no reason why your hair would not curl as well as anyone elses’ hair,” I gave my honest opinion.

The hairdresser, Miss Huckaby, did the job up great. Bella’s perm turned that straight black hair into curly black hair, very curly black hair. It was too curly to meet the satisfaction of Bella. When she arrived home from her hair appointment, her family must have been aghast, for the next thing we heard was that Bella was combing the curls out of her hair. Bella combed that curly hair with fury. Bella combed that curly hair with an unheard of zest. She wanted her straight black hair back again.

Never one to leave a riddle unsolved, I pointedly asked Bella what the problem was. It turned out that Bella had never had her hair curled before. When she looked in the mirror, after the permanent, she did not like the image she saw and she wanted her hair straight again.

I felt guilty about the permanent. I had been the one to en courage Bella to get her hair permed. I thought I owed her an apology, so I went to her and I humbly proceeded to beg her pardon.”

“Never mind, Lottie. It’s alright. I’ve got my hair straight again now, so don’t you worry.” and she changed the subject from permanents to the weather.

“Bella had combed, brushed and cut her hair until it was comparatively straight,” Mother concluded.

George and Lottie Sklapsky-Krepps

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Important Family History – ARVC

The type of family history I’d like to comment on here now is one that in many ways I’d care not to re-visit, however to not bring it up or make it more broadly known would be negligent and irresponsible. I’d also like it to be clear this is not a means of attention seeking, in fact comments of condolences (while truly appreciated) are not required here. This post is meant to be proactive, for information and foreknowledge only.

On Jan.18 2000 at the age of 17 our son Shawn passed away, while in school, during his Drama class. In some ways he may have seen some irony there, that was just the kind of humour he could relate to,  but the truth of it is there was nothing really funny or comical about it. The facts are that he collapsed, numerous heroic attempts at resuscitation failed, and many people’s lives changed significantly and forever.

Rumours began to circulate as to the cause of his death, as one might imagine. As a parent this was hard to hear, hard to believe that the negative and dark side of human nature could be seen so rapidly. Hard to believe that this was how people, strangers, choose to categorize this painful event.

The truth, as it came out later, was that the cause of death was Arrhythmogenic Right Ventricular Cardiomyopathy (ARVC), a congenital heart defect. Where and why were some of the questions that we pondered, where did this gene come from and why did it affect us, why did it show up in our family. To quote an article from “Cardiac Risk in the Young” (http://www.c-r-y.org.uk/arvc/):

The pattern of inheritance is known as ‘autosomal dominant with variable penetrance’ meaning the child of an affected parent will have 50% chance of inheriting the abnormal gene, but will not then necessarily go on to have the condition.

Essentially the ‘bad’ gene was inherited somewhere along our genetic lines, from which side of our family we do not know. We contacted as many of our family as we could, to inform them and to be proactive. Many were tested however none were identified as having the gene and no further situations occurred.

In short I would again remind you this blog and short history is meant to be proactive. If you know someone in our extended family you think may benefit from this information please share. I’d be happy to chat with anyone who has questions.

More information can be found at either of the sites below, or just by Googling ARVC:

Wikipedia

Genetics Home Reference

The ‘New’ Sklapsky Family Tree

Eureka, I’ve found a solution (I hope) to an issue that’s bugged me for a while, that of displaying our family tree on-line.

Up until now displaying the family tree in the ‘Ancestors’ or ‘Descendants’ format eluded me. Giving access to my web based Ancestry Family Tree was problematic and the current method of showing it is cludgy.

The other day I came across a program that allows me to import and display my current Ancestry Family tree on the sklapsky.ca website. It’s not without it’s own issues, and I’m still learning how to do some things, but already it’s head and shoulders above what I’ve been able to do up to now.

Please go to “The Sklapsky Family Tree” , or use the link in the top menu bar, and check it out. Keep in mind it’s still a work in progress but at least now we have more photos and the format seems easier to follow.

Joseph Sklapsky Family Descendents

I’ve updated the descendents of Joseph Sklapsky family tree using comments and changes passed on by family. You can check it out by signing on and looking under the “Genealogy” menu item, or if you are a member of the “Sklapsky Reunion” Facebook page you can get the link there.

 

Enjoy

The Walter Reeves Family – by Eleanor (Reeves) Renshaw

On my recent trip to Grimshaw for my Aunt Muriel’s funeral I was introduced to a book, titled “Neville – The Golden Years, 1900-1980. My cousin Beverly had seen it on my Aunt Joyce’s shelf with some other family history books. In it was this piece written by my Great-Aunt Eleanor (my paternal Grandmother’s sister) around 1979 or so. It ties in with Walter Reeves memoir, also on this site.

Enjoy!

The WALTER REEVES FAMILY

by Eleanor (Reeves) Renshaw

In the fall of 1909 my father, Walter Reeves, decided to go to Swift Current, Saskatchewan, to file on a homestead, W 1/2-s7-t-12-R11 w of 3rd, about three miles north and four miles east of where Neville now stands. In 1910 my mother and three children emigrated from Minnesota to Canada along with the Bradley family.

Mr. Bradley, and father shipped their household effects, cattle, a team of horses, two wagons and father’s 4000 feet of lumber in a freight car. Because they were emigrating to Canada they were allowed settler’s rates, which amounted to $73.00.

When father arrived, he hired Mr. Bradley to haul our household effects, lumber, etc. to our homestead site 35 miles southeast of Swift Current. To pay Mr. Bradley for the trip father gave him one of our milk cows.

Because our house was not yet built, Joe Bonner allowed us to stay in a small shack near his place, that belonged to a young man by the name of Bert Robinson, who had recently homesteaded the quarter just south of Joe Bonner’s and hadn’t come to live there yet.

Because there had been little rain recently, and there was danger of prairie fires and because the ground was too hard and dry to plow a furrow, father and mother managed to carefully burn quite a wide fireguard around the house and barn.

In about June of 1911 I can remember how pretty the prairie was. There must have been plenty of rain as the grass was green and luxuriant, crocuses made a purple carpet everywhere, and the wild prairie roses scented the air with their fragrant perfume. As we ran over the hills north-east of our place we found a small patch of double roses and we never found any anywhere else.

This spring of 1911 bright new shacks dotted the prairie in every direction. Sometime in the spring of 1912, my brother Bert and I began attending Daybreak school, about four miles west of us. We all walked to and from school every day, unless the weather was bad, and never seemed to get too tired.

About the beginning of 1914 our school district of Mosquito Creek was formed, and the school house built.

The highlight of the school year was the Christmas Concert. We always had a good one. There were plenty of children to take part, and a number of them had a real talent in acting, singing or reciting. Our teachers had the ability to choose material suitable to the talents of her pupils. The school house was usually full of interested parents and many visitors from other districts. A dance usually ended the evening’s entertainment.

In 1915 Uncle Clarence Reeves bought Allen Graham’s farm, house, machinery and stock. His younger children Grace, Beth and George who had come from North Dakota, and who had stayed a short time with us, now moved into a home of their own.

1919 was a very dry year, not even potatoes grew. Mother tried to serve beans or rice and how tired we were of such a restricted diet. Fortunately we had milk, butter and cream of our own.

Because of the crop failure, father went to the Regina area to work during the threshing season and mother cooked for the threshers in a cook car.

On December 1924, I, Eleanor Reeves, married Pearly Renshaw and we lived in the Neville area for four years. We moved to Northern Alberta. We had three boys and two girls. Through all these intervening years our sons and daughters have brought us much joy.

Pearl died in 1971. My sister Berniece and I decided we would live together. My brother Bert, who is retired, and his wife, Grace, also live in White Rock.

Wilbur and his wife, Dolores, have five children, all grown.

Laurel and her husband, Lee Hacker, are both retired and live north of Pasco, Washington, U.S.A..

Aurla and her husband Milton Magee live in Kent, Washington, U.S.A..

I am sure that when any of us, who are children of the early settlers of Neville, turn our memories back to those homesteading days of the early 1900’s, we think with pride and reverence of our parents, their strength of character, and perseverance through hardships, and disappointments, and the universal sense of caring for the welfare of others in surrounding neighborhoods.