Sunday, December 31, 2023

Uncle Billy's Fiddle

 

Uncle Billy’s Fiddle

William Oliver Snider

1827 – 1916 

By Peg, his 3 X great-niece by marriage

For 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks: Family Lore

Exploring my grandparents’ old farmhouse was what we did on rainy Saturdays. On sunny days, of course, we played outside. Oh, the nooks and crannies of that place, with its scary basement and the two upper chambers, but very few closets. Their Sunday best and few weekday duds hung on hooks in their bedrooms. The apron hung in the kitchen, in the rare moments of the day when Gram wasn’t wearing it. Upstairs in the kitchen chamber were two bedrooms, not in much use when I was a girl, unless company came. How I loved to sleep in one of those rooms, under the tin roof. One of them had a closet. On the opposite wall was the flue of the wood stove.

 Tucked in the back of that little-used closet, I found a violin in an old case. It rested against the wall where the flue kept it nice and warm, which wasn’t one bit good for it. Wood needs some humidity. Why had I never seen this violin? I looked it over, tucked it under my chin, and pretended it had strings. After a bit, I wrapped it up in its ancient cloth and put it away. I pondered that violin all afternoon.

 In my lifetime, Dad always drove a big Chevrolet, and I made a beeline for the center of the front seat. Great place to fall asleep on Mum’s lap as we headed from Hill Grove back to Moncton, but this evening, I was wide awake. I remember the exact spot when I felt the time was right to broach the subject of my find – right at the corner of King Street and the Old Post Road in Petitcodiac, by the cheese factory. Where did that violin come from? And could I take violin lessons?

 Uncle Billy’s fiddle, Mum told me. Thus began the story of the fiddle, and more stories about Uncle Billy and Aunt Maggie. He made it, she told me many times, even well into her 90s. That’s what her grandfather told her, and she believed him. I came to love Uncle Billy and Aunt Maggie, who died the same week in 1916. She never met them, but she knew about them, and from the day I tucked Uncle Billy’s fiddle under my chin to this day, I believe her. But, just to be sure, on my last visit to a luthier to check it out, I asked him if it could be true. To the best of his ability, short of taking it apart, he shone a light into the f-holes to see if it was autographed or had a label. Nothing that he could see. What he did tell me is that it was probably handmade, about 150 years old, and the luthier who made it knew what he was doing. It likely wasn’t the first violin he had made. It could be true.

 After the ceremony, congratulations were extended to the newly married couple [Ormand Jones and Janet Snider], and all repaired to the spacious dining room where the wedding supper was partaken off, and about 10:30 dancing commenced and lasted until the wee sma’ hours. Messrs. W. O. Snider and F. W. Davidson furnished the music.[1]

To my regret, I no longer play the violin. My daughter has it, safely ensconced in a beautiful case. She took a few lessons, but career and motherhood put them on hold. Maybe later. I still have the case.

I wrote a little poem in 2018. It was, and still is, my promise to Uncle Billy and Aunt Maggie. His other love is Maggie. I share her name, Margaret, which means pearl.

 

The Fifth Peg

Now I lay me down to sleep.

My fiddle weeps. I pray you’ll keep

her safe and loved. Beneath the ground

I’ll listen for her cheerful sound.

She should not rest. She needs to sing,

to feel a bow upon her string. 

I know there’ll be someone in time

whose toe will tap in time with mine.

She’ll take her pen, to write the tale

of my two loves – my fiddle and pearl –

her memorial requiem

to us whose quiet life is done.

 

Peg, 2018




[1] Progress. Published in Saint John, New Brunswick. Issue of 1894 – 05- 19. Page 7. https://newspapers.lib.unb.ca/serials/155/issues/22777/pages/166348

Thursday, December 28, 2023

These Were Their Settlements

Uncle Peg’s Chronicles

December 28, 2023

“These Were Their Settlements

 

“These were their settlements. And they kept good family records.”[1]

 

This photo made me smile this week. It also made me sad, in a way. Gone is the baby Caden, gone is the toddler. Here is the cool kid – and hey, he’s still a plumber, and he still looks like his grandmother. Caden is the grandson of Glenn and Mitzi Holmes.



I enjoyed my scrolls this month, with many of our littles’ Christmas pics. Winston did not like Santa Claus.

GRATITUDE

 

Your comments keep me motivated to carry on . . . this time – everybody’s comments. Thanks so much for your encouragement.

 

·         From Ami S (an excerpt; we had a catchup): Happy Christmas, Cousin Peg! Thank you for the family newsletter, and I hope you find rest and replenishment this winter!

·         From Brian H: Thanks for the Chronicle, and thanks for including my carol.

·         From Cindy S: I loved your story, Peg - so many shared memories. Paul’s bottle of olives made me laugh. I always got a bottle of olives in my stocking and one year, when you came to visit, Paul and I locked ourselves in my room and ate them. Was Pat mad! Also, we have sleigh bells from the farm that we rang every Christmas morning. That was our children’s sign that Santa was gone and we could get up. We took them to my son’s last year and rang them there. I am so thankful for my cousins and the memories that we share.

·         From Jeanni W: You did a beautiful job on it!  And the best part is the amazing response you got to your request for input!  You got to a lot of people and they dug out memories.  Quite impressive. Thanks to you, Jeanni, for thinking of our cousin contributors.

·         From Karl H: Thank you for sharing those wonderful Christmas stories. I am still wondering about Mom’s white cake recipe. I’ll have to ask Brenda. Keep reading, Karl.

·         From Liz S: Luv’d your Xmas Holmes newsletter. So great.

·         From Marvin D: Thank you for this warm and fuzzy chronicle.

·         From Mary Jane H: Merry Christmas to you and your Family Peggy! I love these chronicles!!

·         From Ralph W: Peggy, I’m always impressed by the way you are ensuring the Holmes family will be able to remember their heritage for many generations to come. Thanks for sharing. Keep reading, Ralph – you are mentioned in this chronicle.

·       
From Trace H – a family photo taken Christmas Eve in Berkeley, MA, some of whom I recognize but not all. William N Holmes line.



I posted a few excerpts in the New Brunswick Genealogical Society Facebook group – only the historical ones – not those that you wrote.

·         In regards to Mum’s memoirs: from Claudia Lou – These memories are so precious to read, thank you so much for sharing them. From a fellow Hillgrover . . .We are now Facebook friends.

·         About Christmas in 1913: From Jen – I love it. Sounds like the coolest Christmas read yet – and about people who made a difference.

·         About Gram’s letter to Mum: From Pat – What a beautiful story this letter tells . . . love the part where the husband said he was tired of taking catalogue orders back . . . substations were the bane of my young rural existence . . . Mom would order pink and they always sent blue . . .

 

News From Holmes

Congratulations to Dr. Tegan Holmes who received her PhD in Engineering. She will be working as a researcher at the University of Calgary in Calgary, Alberta. Tegan is the daughter of Doug and Cheryl (Johnson) Holmes and is in the Charles R Holmes line.

 

 

MY GENEALOGY GOALS

 

 

  • Compile the family Christmas letter.
  • Chronicle several times, and publish on Thursday morning.
  • Keep writing my next article for Generations, which is about the will of William Lotham. Francis Holmes is mentioned in his inventory both as owing money and being owed money.
  • Spend a bit of time on Moore family research: “Three Peas in a Moore Pod.”
  • Find four two one none speaker for January to May of 2024, for the genealogy society.
  • In the evening, after chores are done, edit the Maggie Holmes and Billy Snider family (second child of Daniel and Charlotte) the same way I did the Louisa, William and Carrie lines. No rush on that.
  • Index old newspapers for NBGS.
  • Plan to do 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks project for 2024.

 

The letter is done and gone for another year. Thanks for all your kind comments. William Lotham is done – first draft; revising now. Just heard from the fellow I want for the May speaker, so that is done. I’ve resigned my position for the following year. I can now tell you that I did binders for Paul and Pat, my sibs, of five generations: 30 people. It is a WIP, and I’ll add to it from time to time. I’m back to working on Aunt Maggie and Uncle Billy. Slowly, I am filling my spreadsheet of old newspaper obits from 1847.

 

 

WHERE IN THE WORLD IS . . .

 

Kristin Holmes. She’s in Brooklyn, New York. All the way from Hawaii.

 

LOOKING BEHIND AND AHEAD

 

1924 to 1928

 

Those are the years that our great or great-great grandparents spent renewing relationships that had somehow fallen by the wayside but with organization, letter writing, and challenging travel – by hook or by crook – they managed to come together again. They discovered and rediscovered their family ties. And then, one by one, they died, and many of those ties died with them

2024 to 2028

How easy it is to lose our history!

“These were their settlements. And they kept good family records.”

 

This is the last chronicle that Uncle Peg will compile in 2003. I look forward to 2024 – the first year of the virtual centenary celebration(s) of our great and great-great grandparents. Our forefathers and mothers, and aunts and uncles worked very hard to reunite. How easy it should be for us to reconnect, at least virtually, in the 2020s. Are you interested?

 

I have a new header quote that I found in my journal as I was looking for stuff articles for the Christmas newsletter. It’s my goal for this year, anyway. Do I keep good family records? As far as the genealogy goes, I think I do quite well with my Ancestry program. As far as the family history, not so well. I do it, but I need to be better organized. I included the phrase “these were their settlements,” as I find quite often, keeping a mental or written note of place helps me to determine if I have the right individual or not, especially if their name is common. Do any of you genealogists use place as a guideline?

If you have any thoughts on this, please share. Otherwise, just know that I am pondering. If you have suggestions to make the chronicle more reader friendly, let me know.

 

I wish you all a “happy getting to know from whom and whence you came year.” I sure do hope a few of you will join me in 1924. Nope, that’s not a typo.

 

 

AROUND THIS TABLE

Around this table, we always tell the same old stories.

~ Cousin Sue

Once upon a time, I discovered Uncle Billy and Aunt Maggie in the records. Mum talked to me of Billy and Maggie, especially Billy, ever since I placed his violin under my chin. I don’t know why, but I got the idea that he was somewhat of a country bumpkin. Mum called him a tinker.

From the Oxford dictionary: tinker

Noun: (especially in former times) a person who travels from place to place, mending metal utensils as a way of making a living; or an act of attempting to repair something.

Verb: attempt to repair something in a casual or desultory way, often to no useful effect.

So, was he? Perhaps. I do know he made several items; they were at the farm.

I was 100% surprised when I found William Oliver Snider’s vital stats. Mum talked of him so often, I thought she knew him. However, he died in 1916; she was born in 1922. How did she know? She heard stories about him told ‘round the big table in the farm’s kitchen. I think her grandfather, Charles R Holmes, was a storyteller. It seems that everyone loved Uncle Billy and Aunt Maggie.

My Gram, Minnie Holmes, knew stuff about the Ketchums, who brought up Uncle Billy. She was no relation to the Ketchum family except by marriage, and they were long gone. And, she was a very busy woman. She had no access to the internet, and no time for it even if she did have access. But, Cecil T Holmes, first cousin to her husband and my Gramp, Floyd Holmes, thanked her for sharing information about them. I think she heard about them from her father-in-law, Charles R Holmes.

Letter from Cecil T Holmes, December 23, 1976, to Floyd and Minnie Holmes



Your good letter came promptly, bringing us up to date and more closely acquainted with your family and its doings . . . I was very much interested in the information you sent about the Ketchum connection, all of which was new to me. Of course my father’s middle name was Ketchum, but this never meant anything to me. But years ago, on the same trip during which five of us called on you one day in Petitcodiac, we also drove over the hill to the Portage to see the river and the house where Aunt Maggie Snyder once lived. While we were there our son Peter (named for Father) stumbled onto a stone in the little cemetery, bearing the name Peter Ketchum; as I recall, his date of birth was 1775. I assume that this Peter was probably the one for whom Father was named, and if so then about a great-great-great uncle of our son Peter, who will be very interested to have accidentally discovered the grave of a distant relative.

I invite you to the table of Uncle Billy and Aunt Maggie this week. You may recall that I shared information with you last fall, but other pressing matters came up and I left William Oliver Snider and his ancestors behind for a while. I’m back. And I’m back with new information. I am surer than ever that Uncle Billy, even if he did tinker, was not JUST A TINKER. Uncle Billy and Aunt Maggie were incredible. And, to sit at their figurative table is to sit down to a feast.

I continue this table talk under “Clippings from Newspaper Archive.” Please read, for your own reading pleasure. You have heard me talk about Portage Vale. This was their settlement.

 

YOUR STORIES

 

Genealogy is the skeleton of family trees. Family history brings individuals to life.

 

Jeanni (Lloyd) Worster sent this to me along with her story for the Christmas chronicle. You may recall that I wrote about preserves a few weeks back: preserves in the larder juxtaposed with preserving the past.

 

All my father's family, for many generations, were farmers, with a few cheesemakers who married into the family and carried on the skill.  My mother's family immigrated to New York State in the late 1800s, and the background I've found sounds like large kitchen gardens plus a job of some sort. They always preserved all sorts of vegetables and fruits.  I still have a couple of relish recipes that I continued to make until we moved here.  I still have that old magic food grinder, too!  Sue and I always helped with the tomatoes, peaches, and pears.  We're pretty short on family history and stories - even with my Dad, being one of 7 children, bugging my cousins and long ago my aunts and uncles for stories, names, dates, anything.  I'm sure that Stoney's Mom and Grandmother (who lived with them) preserved, as did Bertha's sister-in-law Viola (Heather's mother).  And now Heather's daughter, Laura, makes and shares great pickle-lily (our pickle relish with a twist).  So, the preservation carries on.

Jeanni is married to Charles aka Stoney Worster of the William N Holmes line. They have three children – Ami, Matt, and Paul.

 

THIS WEEK’S CLIPPINGS FROM NEWSPAPER ARCHIVES


 

Progress, published Saturday June 3, 1899. Written May 31, 1899, a week after Queen Victoria’s birthday celebration.

 

ANAGANCE

Gossip columnist: MOSQUITO

 

https://www.canadiana.ca/view/oocihm.N_00379_18990603/6

 

The snippet of this article came out pretty fuzzy. Those interested should go directly to the link, where it is more legible. Some of the people you won’t know, but most are known to one recipient of this chronicle or other. I copied it in three sections, but due to the difficulty of reading, I only included the first one. I transcribed it as is, to the best of my ability. I am including a few footnotes so my comments don’t interfere with the transcript. Remember, some of the old newspapers used terminology that may not be considered correct now. That must be included in a transcription, but is not necessarily the terminology I would use if I were writing. It is written in one long paragraph. I broke it up. And yes, my “Uncle Bryce and Aunt Inez” cousins, the writer use St. instead of Saint.



“May 31 – To anyone who wishes to obtain rest for a tired body and mind, pure bracing air, and complete change of scenes away from the maddening crowd of the conventional holiday resorts, I commend “Sussex Portage.” It is a little district situated two miles from Anagance station on the Kennebecasis River. It is spoken of as a ‘perfect Paradise’ by reason of the beauty of its situation and the richness of its soil. There is really no village of Portage, it is only a scattered parish with a small population, but it is not a dull listless place where one would only rest. It has a variety of attractions such as excellent trout fishing, good hunting grounds, perfectly lovely drives, and splendid roads for bicycling but one of the best attractions of ‘Sussex Portage’ is the journey to it – to use an Irishism – for within a half mile of the place you are on the top of a hill overlooking a beautiful valley with the noble[2] Kennebecasis flowing through, and very pretty farmhouses scattered here and there.[3]

F. W. Davidson,[4] proprietor of ‘Waterside Villa Farm,’[5] has a magnificent place and does all his farming scientifically. Then right opposite his home is the old episcopal church on the very edge of the bank of the river with numerous stately English poplars surrounding it and where is the late Canon Medley used to preach some thirty odd years ago.


Then within a stone’s throw is the ‘Portage House’[6] conducted by Ormond L Jones and his estimable wife,[7] where board can be obtained at a very reasonable rate. The first glimpse of this hotel is prepossessing, and, as I subsequently discover the internal arrangements are perfectly satisfactory. The food is typical farm fare with what one naturally looks for – butter, cream and honey ad libitum.

A school is run during both terms of the year and is now in charge of Miss Rebecca J. Baird. Methodist and Baptist churches are both here and the pastors of aforesaid denominations administer, alternately to the spiritual needs of their adherents, or in other words,

 

 

‘There are houses of God within convenient reach

and men of God the truth to preach.

Seat rents the poorest of poor can pay

and a flock so small one pastor can survey.’[8]

 

On the ‘Queen’s Birthday’ crowds of people from St. John, Moncton, Sussex, etc. flocked to Portage among whom I noticed Messrs. Warner, Jones, Harrison, Davidson and Fairweather, of St. John, Count D’Arno of Moncton, R. D. Hanson, Cliff Price, Jas. H. Humphrey, Misses Mamie Trites, Annie Smith, and Clara Price, Petitcodiac; Mr. and Mrs. Jas. A. Murray, Miss Mills, Dr. J. S. Dalry, Miss Eloise Steeves, and Mr. John P. Mills, Sussex; Mr. G. H.[9] and Miss Davidson, Miss Black and Messrs Frank Millican, A. Stockton, Humphrey Davidson and Geo. Holmes[10] of Anagance.

There was a jolly party of some ten or twelve Sussex lads camping in the bank of the river and when their chef was preparing meals you could see “the boys” with Camera and rod meandering off for some more sport and when meal time came there was no need of tonic for what ‘Amatuer Gypsies’ can put away.

Friday Mr. and Mrs. Claude W. Price and Miss Emma Price (daughter of the Gen. Supt. I.C.R.) or Moncton with several more of their friends came to Anagance and were joined by Mrs. George Davidson and went to Portage where they will spend the day at the “Old Hoyt Homestead.” Mr. Price who, by the way is an excellent angler was lucky enough to secure ten dozen of the speckled beauties. Mr. Price was at Portage one day last week, too, accompanied by his friends Messrs. Geo. H. Trueman and G. B. Willett of Moncton and they were all very successful as their baskets were ‘brim’ full of trout.

Mr. Ed Outhouse, Dorchester, M. Steeves, Boston, Mr. Cleveland, St. John, and Mr. and Mrs. W. O. Snider,[11] Sussex, are sdending (sic) some weeks at ‘The Portage.’

Mr. and Mrs. R. B. Colwell and two children of St. John are visiting Mrs. Colwell’s mother – Mrs. Emma Davidson on ‘Apple Hill Farm.’

Miss Bertha Davidson left per C.P. R. west on Friday for Ottawa Ont. to spend three months with her sister Mrs. Edmund E. Stockton.

Our Station Agent Mr. G. H. Davidson spent a few days recently with relatives in St. John.

Miss Clara Leakers and her brother Alexander, of Sussex, are visiting this uncle Mr. Thomas Dunfield.

Rev. Thomas Stebbings, Hampton, preached in the Methodist church here Sunday evening. Mr. Stebbings while in town put up at Chris. Smith’s.

Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Stockton of Corn Hill, West, have moved to our town[12] and are at present occupying the dwelling apartment in connection with S. A. Stockton’s Gen. Store. Mr. Stockton is building a very fine residence adjoining and expects to have it finished prior to winter.

Drs. Burnet and MacDonald held a consultation Tuesday over Mrs. (sic, I think) Eliza Kinnear who has been seriously ill all winter, and Wednesday the performed a successful operation. Miss Kinnear is rapidly recovering.

The many friends here and elsewhere of Mr. Duncan McNaughton will be grieved to learn that he is through indisposition completely housed. Dr. Burnett is in attendance.

Mr. Gilbert Davidson,[13] St. John, who has been spending some days in town with relations on “Apple Hill” and at ‘The Station,’left for Oxford, Nova Scotia Monday. From Oxford Mr. Davidson goes to Pictou, Halifax, North Sydney and thence to Boston, so his holidays will undoubtedly be spent very pleasantly, and especially so when he carries a camera and banjo with him, for he is skilful in both, and is sure to make friends everywhere.

Mrs. Elias Kinnear[14] has been quite ill of late so that Dr. McDonald is called in frequently.”

~

The Davidsons are important, for they married into our family – Snider, Holstead, and Holmes.

John and Sarah (Stultz) Davidson owned Apple Hill farm. They had children Ann, Gilbert, John, and Henry; possibly more, but Ann and John connect to us as family; Henry, as a friend.

Ann married Matthew Holstead, brother of Phoebe (Holstead) Holmes, mother of Daniel Holmes; they are ancestors of Ralph Wagner – thus, the Holmes connection to Ralph.

John married Margaret Snider, older sister of Uncle Billy by eleven years; through their daughter Catherine (Davidson) MacNaughton – they are ancestors of Cathy Higgins and Jennifer Bishop; through their son Fred Davidson, they are ancestors of Sandi (Keirstead) Thorne and Karl, Mike, Doug Holmes and Brenda (Holmes) Batchelor.

 

And perhaps other connections.

 

~

 

Cousin Karl wanted to know about the white cake referred to in the Christmas chronicle, that we call Phyl’s White Cake. Here is our recipe, Karl.

 

Phyllis White Cake

 

1/2 cup shortening

1 1/4 cups sugar

2/3 cup milk

2 cups flour (1 cup ordinary flour, 1 cup cake flour, sifted)

2 tsp baking powder

1 tsp salt

vanilla

2 eggs, not beaten, added last

 

350 degrees, 20 minutes 

 

That temperature and time is for 2 round cake pans, might take longer for a rectangular or other pan. We, the Moores and Luteses, use lemon pie filling in the center, and generally a frosting on the top, or use the lemon pie filling frugally and put it between and on top. I seem to recall Mum throwing some coconut on the top as well. That is not included in your mother's recipe or notes. Best to use Canadian flour, it is of a different consistency than American flour, I am told.

~

1924 to 2024

Any ideas?

See you in 2024.

 

 



[1] The Chronicler. The Message. I Chroniclers 4:33

[2] I have seen the Kennebecasis River in Portage Vale. It is now more of a babbling brook. It’s more noble further west.

[3] This is the view that you see from the top of the hill overlooking the valley. The Davidson property is along the road in the background, to the right. I remember taking Fen and stopping for him to take in the view. He really was awed.

[4] Fred W Davidson is the ancestor of Sandi (Keirstead) Thorne and Karl, Mike, and Doug Holmes and Brenda (Holmes) Batchelor.

[5] Waterside Villa Farm, on the next page, of c. a century ago – shared with me but I can’t remember by whom. I assume it was Sandi, John, or Kelly. Please tell. It is located across the road from the cemetery and now we know, the old episcopal church. The church is gone, but the cemetery remains, and is now kept in good repair.

[6] The Portage House is what I know as Riverbank House.

[7] I have new information about the Ketchum/Snider house to share with you in upcoming chronicles. Where were Uncle Billy and Aunt Maggie at this time? Wait and see.

[8] I googled this to see if I should credit someone, but didn’t find anything. It must be original to the writer or someone he knows.

[9] George, son of Henry and Emma (Hayward) Davidson; Miss may be Bertie – these will fall into place next week.

[10] George Holmes was the eldest son of Charles R and Phoebe (McMonagle) Holmes.

[11] See Footnote 7.

[12] Writer is referring to the village of Anagance, not Portage Vale.

[13] Gilbert D Davidson (born 1877) is probably the son of Gilbert and Sarah (Hayward) Davidson, making him the nephew of Fred Davidson. In the 1901 census, his occupation was music teacher.

[14] Mrs. Elias Kinnear was Eulalia (Herrett), and she was Elias’ second wife. (His first wife was Bessie (Holmes), daughter of Daniel and Charlotte Holmes; she died six weeks after their marriage.) It appears that Eulalia gave birth to her eighth child, a daughter, Florence, in February, 1899. She gave birth in February, 1900, to a son. Some time in 1899, the family moved to Clinton, Massachusetts. No wonder she was in poor health.

 

 


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