My moose hide moccasins

 I can’t remember if I posted a picture of the moose hide shoes that Lizzy Lowrie made me when I was a baby and I just saw a picture of them today so thought I’d do a quick post about them.  

Lizzy Lowrie (not sure how her name is spelled) was a First Nations Princess of the Kitselas Tribe.  She was (I was told) the last of the Kitselas ‘royalty’ and lived in Usk.  She married a white guy - Scottish, I think, and I cannot remember his first hame.  While I was born in Smithers, it was only because there was no hospital in Usk in 1945.  Lizzie made these and gave them to my mom for me.  Mother gave them to me at some point and I carried them with me through all our moves etc.  Then, a few years ago I got in contact with Helene McRae who was researching and writing about the history of Usk.  She and I communicated regularly via email and when we went to Terrace, Stefan and I stopped in to visit with her and Bill a couple of times.  Lovely, interesting couple who are both gone now.  I asked Helene if she would like the moccasins for a future museum or ?  She said she would love them and would look after them well.  I knew our kids had no connection with the north or anything and was happy to send them to her. During one of our communications, Helene told me she was in contact with Lizzie’s granddaughter and I asked her if she thought the granddaughter might like them.  She checked and that’s where they are now - back with Lizzie’s family!  Yay.

So, that’s the story of how I cam to be given them and where they are now.

This is Lizzie’s Granddaughter

Helene McRae holding a picture of Lizzie, and Lizzie’s granddaughter.  

Cheerio,

My mysteriously absent paternal grandfather

 I just had a comment emailed to me from a woman whose mother taught in Usk in 1945, which brought me to this blog - after 6 years!  Her mom would have taught my older brother, Danny.  I wish he were still alive and I could ask him if he remembered his teacher’s name.  Not sure if I have already written this story but when he was in grade 1, he used to come home and say to mom that he needed this pencil or this ruler or something for school and she would get it for him.  Then one day mom bumped into his teacher and she asked why Danny hadn’t been at school!  Haha - he would walk to school and if the flag was already raised he knew he was late so just wouldn’t go - but he was wily enough to pretend he was going! I sure laughed.  I don’t think I ever talked to him about it and heard what he did to while away the time until he could go home.  Anyway, Susan’s comment about finding Usk on this blog has brought me back here and I will update the info, or should I say ‘lack of’ info on my paternal grandfather.  

Last year while we were wintering in Yuma, I went to the Genealogy centre at the Mormon church and a woman there helped me search for my father’s father.  I find it terribly confusing to look on either of the sites she uses - Ancestry and Family Search.  She was great at trying to find him but I am no farther ahead now than I was all those years ago.  And I think I am just about at the stage where I am going to be content not knowing what happened to him or if he had another family, changed his name etc.  

Oh, I just realized that my previous post was in 2016 and in the summer of 2017 Stefan and I took a 4 month trip across Canada to commemorate Canada’s 150th birthday.  We toured all ten Provincial Parliament buildings and thoroughly enjoyed our trip.  We went in our Leisure Travel Class B Van and just loved camping in it.  We were 100 days in Canada and then headed into the US and got to Yuma in mid October.  We left home June 15th.  Anyway, when we got to Manitoba, we went to the Vital Statistics Archives and did a search for my grandfather whose war records say he was born in Roseland, Manitoba.  There is no record of his birth there.  I even paid extra money and completed a ‘search’ form so someone would continue to search after we left.  When we got home from Yuma in the spring there was an envelope there with a letter saying no records were found.  Oddly enough, if he chose to change his name on his birth certificate, his original birth record would have been wiped out completely.  That is what happened to my father’s original birth info.  When I went searching for him under ‘Holmes’, he was not to be found.  His brother, Bill’s birth info was there under that last name but not James Edward’s.  Took me a while but eventually I searched under ‘O’Brien’ and there he was.  He officially changed his name in 1954 and his 1914 birth as James Edward Holmes is no more.  So that is what I think grandpa did and his info has totally been wiped out.  Goofy. 

Mother would have turned 109 on November 28th.  I thought lots about her that day.  The older I get and more I think about her, the more I admire the woman she was.  I hope she knows that.  :-)

So, that’s where I stand in my search.  Should I ever find out more, I will post it for sure.  

Cheerio,