Maud, Lena, Winnifred, Dollie and Joseph "Tom" Marlow about 1910 Courtesy of Deb and Larry S. |
It just occurred to me that it was one hundred years in
October that my great grandfather, Joseph Marlow, and his son Joseph, always
called “Tom”, arrived in Alberta, Canada, and one hundred years in November
that Joseph’s wife Anna Belle and the other children followed them. (You will
recall that their daughter Lena Sarah Smith stayed behind in Illinois with her
husband George Arthur Smith initially). As it happens, Joseph’s daughter, Maud
Elizabeth, aged nineteen at the time, wrote an article soon after her arrival for the local newspaper back
home in Carlinville, Illinois, a letter to the editor describing the family’s
adventures coming “north”. This has come into my possession this month from
my cousins Deb and Larry S. in a very timely, and almost spooky way. Thank you, Deb and Larry. So exactly one hundred years later, I am presenting my great aunt Maud and her
family’s story. I believe this is an example of "genealogical serendipity".
As I did not give the details earlier of the Marlow family’s
arrival in Canada, as I referred the reader to the book available on line, Verdant Valleys In and Around Lougheed,
I am taking the opportunity to do it here. I am combining the narrative in Verdant Valleys, written by my great
uncle George’s wife, Sadie Gordon, with the one written by Sadie and my great
aunt Zella Marlow Craig in Cambridge
School District Memories.
Joseph and his son, Tom, aged eighteen, left Carlinville,
Illinois in October 1912 by freight car, which they had loaded with “six
horses, fifty chickens, machinery and furniture”. As only one person was
allowed to ride in a freight car, Tom stowed away by hiding in the corn, which
they brought to feed the horses, every time the train stopped. They safely
crossed the border at Portal, North Dakota into North Portal, Saskatchewan, and
arrived in Cluny, Alberta, near Calgary. They could have purchased a C.P.R.
farm here, but did not find it satisfactory. Joseph then left Tom to look after
their possessions while he went on to Lougheed, Alberta. While in Cluny, Tom
paid his expenses, such as meals and the livery barn for the horses, by selling
popping corn grown back home in Illinois. When Joseph had found a suitable
place for them in Lougheed, he sent for Tom to join him in Wetaskiwin, where
they ate a “delicious steak dinner” for twenty five cents, which turned out to
be horse meat.
The ready-made farm that Joseph purchased from the C.P.R.
was located eleven miles south of the village of Lougheed on the north shore of
Goose Lake. (Among their closest neighbours were my great grandfather, Melvin
J. Hart, and my grandfather, George Hart, and their family, who had homesteaded
in the area in 1905). The quarter section farm had a house, a barn, and a good
soft water well, as well as fifty pre-planted acres of wheat, oats and barley.
Anna Belle, my great grandmother, and the children, Winnifred, Maud, William,
Dolly,George, Fred, and Zella, left Carlinville on November 5, 1912 and arrived
a few days later. (Oddly, Winnifred is not listed among them in the November 7th
border crossing record). By December 1st,
Joseph and the boys had threshed 1500 bushels of grain. The price of wheat at
the time was about fifty cents a bushel, and after Joseph had made his payment
for the land, they only had $250.00 dollars left to get them through the
winter. An early frost ruined the potato crop planted by the C.P.R., so they
had to make due with one bag provided by a neighbour. Through the winter the
Marlow family diet consisted of rabbit, beans, homemade bread and hot biscuits.
The Marlow boys started out by shooting the rabbits with a .22 shell shotgun,
with a “one shell one rabbit” policy, but sometimes missed, and started snaring
them with snare wire. When Joseph found out about this, no more shells were
used.
On December 1, 1912, the following is published in the
Carlinville, Illinois Democrat:
Miss Maud Marlow Describes Incidents
of Journey from Plainview to Lougheed, Canada
LOUGHEED, ALBERTA, CAN. Dec. 1,
1912
Editor, DEMOCRAT: This is in
compliance with my promise to you as well as to my many friends in Carlinville
and vicinity to write about our journey to the north. Our family left our home
near Plainview on Tuesday, November 5th, and started on our long
trip. We travelled over the C. and A. to Chicago, thence to St. Paul, and from
there to North Portal. At the latter place, we changed to mountain time, which
is one hour later. The greater part of our journey was in the night, so in that
way we missed seeing much of the country through which we travelled.
At North Portal we boarded a
Canadian Pacific train for Calgary and travelled through Southern Saskatchewan
and we noticed nearly all of the farmers were threshing wheat. On our trip from
North Portal we passed through the cities of Moose Jaw and Medicine Hat, the
latter being in the gas belt. We arrived in Calgary at about 6:15 in the
morning. It is a one large city on the Bow River. Leaving Calgary at 8 o’clock we went by train to our destination
and reached there some hours later. On this last run of our trip we were in
sight of the Rocky Mountains for about one hundred miles. My father met us at
our destination and started in vehicles for our home. A light snow was falling
when we left but it had stopped after we had gone a few miles. Our new home is
ten miles from town and it seemed a long distance before we finally arrived at
our destination. We have had nice weather up till this time and it has been as
cold as ten below zero. There is no snow, however. Father has just finished
threshing and he has 1,500 bushels of grain, wheat, oats and barley, all off of
50 acres. There is still much threshing to be done in this vicinity.
Cornering on my father’s farm is
a good sized body of water called Goose Lake. When we first came here there was
quite a good deal of duck shooting. Now people come from miles around to skate,
and it surely makes a fine place for the sport for the lake is one mile across
and six miles long. We have a school house just one mile and a half from our
home. My father bought what is called a ready made farm which he purchased from
the C. P. railroad. It is in the Sedgwick colony, and has a new house and a
barn and good well. The water is as soft as rainwater, yet it does not taste
like cistern water. We are well pleased with the country up here.
Yours very truly,
Maud E. Marlow
(The “C. and A.” she describes is the Chicago and Alton
Railroad). Maud was to marry Joseph Henry Galloway only two months later on
February 10, 1913, with whom she had ten children. It seems she must have met him in Alberta
since he does not appear to have been from Illinois. It is possible that an
incentive for leaving home was the small size of the C.P.R. ready-made
farmhouses, as the standard house had only a kitchen, a living room, and two
bedrooms. Maud Galloway, born February 16, 1893 in Scott, Illinois, died on
March 22, 1977 in White Rock, British Columbia. Her husband, born the same year
on December 17th in Sherman, Ferry, Washington (now a ghost town),
had predeceased her on July 5, 1970.
5 comments:
You said so much is available online. It's amazing really. I recently posted on something I found. It was "An Early Christmas Gift: for me. Yes is it is a new world. Welcome to GeneaBloggers.
Sherry, what a great opportunity you have with this newspaper article about your family! There is so much detail in both the article and your own narrative--except, maybe, ugh! the horse meat.
I found your blog today, thanks to GeneaBloggers. Best wishes to you as you continue your blogging journey.
Thank you, Grant, Jacqui and Jim for your kind words of welcome.
Best of the season, Sherry.
Wow you have a gift for writing. God Bless You For doing this. We sure have a very interesting family history.
Hi Sherry,
So good to reconnect on the w/e!!! I'm inspired to spend some time on adding to our photo album of pictures,journalling & memorabilia of the Smith/Hart/Marlow history.
Loving your blogs & the heart you are displaying as you discovered & are discovering so much.
Bless you for your dedication. Love & Hugs, V.R.
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