From Montreal to Manitoba

Here are the descendants of Jean Beauchamp,  said pioneer which run down to my father who was in the first generation the first to be born in Manitoba. The descendant being the male on the top left of the first tables. Interestingly, there would be 3 Jean’s before we get to a different name.

Family Record Jean Beauchamp and Marie Jeanne Mulouin m1701.jpg

Jean Baptiste Beauchamp and Marie Josephe Filion family.jpg

Jean b. Beauchamp and Marie Anne Duquet Madry family.jpg

Nicolas Beauchamp and Apolline Charbonneau family.jpg

BEAUCHAMP, Joseph 1807- PRDH Individual Record 695464.jpg

Theophile Beauchamp Baptism PRDH.JPG

Damase from nosorignes.JPG

Joseph Frederick Beauchamp nosorigines.JPG

Birth- Edmond Beauchamp.JPG

I admit to being a bit messy with this but each website only has certain years these documents are available for. The first are from a venerable source,  The Programme de recherche en demographie historique (The Research Program in HIstorical Demography) at the University of Montreal.    The green tables are from “Nosorigines” an excellent website for linking families together, a little less formal. Of course, I had to revert to my father’s actual birth certificate until I find something else but here you have the line down from Jean Beauchamp, pioneer in New France to my father, Edmond Beauchamp.

 

 

Whither Thou Goest . . .

In 1906 my grandfather, Richard Walker Phillips, was granted a land patent in the tiny hamlet of Magnet, Manitoba, Canada. The town was surrounded by 3 lakes; Lake Dauphin to the west, Lake Winnipegosis to the north and Lake Manitoba to the east, as you will see below.

Magnet, Manitoba Location

When it was first settled in the 1880’s, it was primarily inhabited by Ojibway and Cree people who proved to be of invaluable help to the early settlers. In fact, I have often thought on how the line was blurred between my mother’s upbringing and that of a native child. Of course, a certain social divide was maintained but growing up on the land was something they all had in common. One of my aunts just recently told me that she used to gather seneca root (snakeroot) to sell when she was a child. Seneca was used initially for snake bite but was later used as part of medicinal formulas to treat bronchitis. During the depression it was gathered to provide income for the farmers.

To obtain a land grant you first had to register and meet the requirements of the “Dominion Land Act“. That stipulated that you must clear 10 acres within 3 years or lose the land. Since Richard was working on a farm in Portage la Prairie in 1911, I assume he found time to clear the land in Magnet while he was working there. By 1915, he and my grandmother, Jane Gartshore Smith, were living in Wellwood, Manitoba and were married at the Methodist Church in Neepawa.  By this time, Sophie Phillips, Richard’s sister, had come to the area and married Richard Mason. Now, you had George, Sophie and Richard all living in the same area.

Sophie Phillips Mason and family

Sophie Phillips Mason and family

By 1916, Richard and Jane had come by wagon to the homestead with their new baby, George Holmes, the third. I have seen a picture of the log house they built with laundry hanging on the line outside of it.  Whatever, my grandmother felt about the new life she had signed up for, she apparently was not lowering the standards she had learned in Glasgow. Her house never did fall into that state of country homeliness that I found in so many of my friends homes. Rather, it had a somewhat spartan air about it, comfortable but everything in it’s place. Of course, I only knew her when she was in her 70’s, what her house was like when she had 7 children running around I don’t know. Somehow I don’t see it being too different. Later in life, she acquired some lovely furniture, but kept it all tucked away in her tiny front room. No one could enter unless it was time for Don Messer’s Jubilee or the Tommy Hunter show.

There are a few things to think about here. One is how one makes it in these circumstances, not just physically but mentally. I have moved many times in my life and each time was full of expectation and hope for the future. AND a leaving behind of the problems that got you moving in the first place. So it goes that the hardship in setting up a new place is an adventure and a fresh experience. Leaving a life of service and the grime of an industrial city for the fresh air and freedom of a new land would be a great incentive for Jane. For my grandfather, Richard, the loss of both his parents and a beloved grandfather, would drive him and his siblings overseas.

But first, you had to worry about shelter, heat and water. My grandfather got the shelter built, they would probably have had a wood stove of some kind (with the accompanying threat of fire) and water hauled from the creek . There was still a leg-hold trap under the sink when I visited as a teen-ager which my crawling brother almost got into.  For food, everything was there, if you wanted to go and get it. There was fish in the lakes, deer and moose to be hunted, and berries to be picked in spring.

I cannot be sure if my grandmother’s cooking was the same when she was older as before but we had some pretty plain food. She always gave a farm breakfast, eggs, porridge, toast and tea. But you were likely to get crabapple preserves with cream for lunch, including the stem and all (with a few cloves thrown in for good measure). At night you might have a meal of “mince”, which was basically simmered ground beef thickened with flour.  As a ravenous teen, I did not appreciate my mother carrying on this tradition! Jean would have had to cook for the men during harvest as well. Her later house in Ochre River, only had a tiny root cellar in it where her preserves were stored. At times it would fill with water if the sump pump failed.

Meeting Gramma Jean (I'm the baby)

Meeting Gramma Jean at 4 months

In 1916, Richard and Jane had the brother in law, George living with them. He spent most of the remainder of his life with them; though he had his own farm and when he wasn’t travelling back to Ireland or making trips to Winnipeg. He did meet a girl and marry once, but she wasn’t for that kind of life. The sister, Sophie took up residence on a neighboring farm. She had taken up nursing when she was young and delivered some of her nephews and nieces. When her husband died, she even ended up marrying a man from a neighboring farm. So, by this time they were surrounded by the people they would know for the rest of their lives.

By 1921, Dick and Jean were living on a different section of land with the 3 oldest children. Sometime around this period, a little girl was born who lived to be 4 years old (this told to me by my grandmother). I don’t know how she died and I have no certain record of her. Diphtheria was rife at that time and many families lost children to it.

George, Heather and Sheila Phillips c.1836

George, Heather and Sheila Phillips c.1936

At times like those, the community banded around each other. That is part of how you survived out there. They created there own social times, played hockey (even if a few eyes got knocked out) , had a women’s committee, which my Aunt Sophie belonged to and seasonal dances, played baseball in the summer when they weren’t swimming in the lakes. When my grandfather finally built a house, he had help from the neighbours. When it burned down, taking all my grandmother’s memories and money she was saving for a trip home, they helped him put another one back up. Later on, Dick and George would buy and sell cattle and horses, an activity they would have known something about since some of their Irish relatives did the same. In 1918, Dick belonged to the Orange Lodge in Wellwood.

Lodge-membership-R.W.

 

 

Uncle George St. Rose

George Phillips (dark suit on the right) at a Cattle Auction

In that environment, everything was new. The train line didn’t come into Magnet until 1924 and on that day there would have been great celebration, after all the work it took to clear the land and make way for it. It was 1921 when a pay phone was installed in the local store but it would be 1959 before home phones could be installed and 1996 before private lines were installed. I actually remember living in Dauphin, the nearest main centre in 1968 and finding out that other people were listening into my teen conversations!

Mail was of course delivered by horse and buggy in summer and sleigh in winter. Eventually post-offices were set up in private homes with the owners making bids for the privilege but eventually, in 1970, the mail was moved to the post office in Rorketon a near by town and you had to pick it up there. I remember my grandmother actually getting dressed up to walk down to the post office after she moved to Ochre River, another small town. It was only a block away but it was an outing for her. She was “going into town”. There she would meet and have a small conversation with the post mistress and meet her other neighbours. They always called her “Mrs. Phillips”.

Jane Smith Phillips c.1942

Jane Smith Phillips c.1942

My grandmother’s last pregnancy, with my mom, was a difficult one. She was 46 and the years had taken some toll on her health. My mother was the first child to be born in hospital ( if you want to call it that, it was part of the doctor’s house). My grandmother started to hemorrhage and it was a close call for both of them. I think that is one reason my grand mother called her Sheila JOY Richard Phillips. She was probably so glad to just get through it. Here is a pic of the darling little girl.

Sheila kitten 1942 c.r.

Sheila Phillips c. 1940

The horse below, Jessie, was the horse that my mother and her siblings rode to school. I say rode but Jessie (so named after Gramma’s oldest sister) knew the way back and forth. She would walk home by herself and come and get Mom when school was over. Mom rode her bareback. Mom never was afraid of horses, unlike her daughter!

Jessie and Mae Rev 2014

Jessie and Mae                      Sheila’s School Horses

 

Richard and Sheila c.1943

Richard and Sheila c.1943

Magnet School c.1942

Magnet School c.1942, Sheila top left

Magnet School c. 1945

Magnet School c. 1945   Sheila 3rd back right

By 1957, Dick and Jean had retired to Ochre River, Manitoba. I don’t know why they picked Ochre River, but there seemed to be many families of British extraction there. My grandfather bought half of an airport hotel (re-purposing buildings was a major activity there) and they set up house on a very pretty piece of property which sat on the highway going into Dauphin. There was a small river over to the side of it, called Ochre because the rock under it had that colour. That little river still wreaks havoc in the spring if it gets plugged with ice. In the late 60’s they were still pumping water and using the outhouse.

Richard, George and Jean Phillips c.1960

Richard, George and Jean Phillips c.1960

In Ochre River, they made many friends and lived out the rest of their lives. Family came and went including myself.  I remember sitting on the floor beside my grandmother as she sat knitting. I knew I would probably never get another chance to ask what it was like. She did not like talking about the past.
She said  ” Londa, the wind blew and the wolves were throwing themselves at the door. Your grandfather was away and I had to go out to see to the animals.”
“What about the kids? I asked her.
Well, there were 6 of them and I left them with the oldest.”
The oldest boy, George who had to help deliver one of her babies.
“But what about the wolves?”
“I just opened up the ” blammed” door and shot at them!”
There were always two guns in the house, one above the door and one standing in the corner.

In 1967, my grandmother was awarded a Pioneer Certificate of Recognition for her contributions to the settler community.

Pioneer Award for Jane Richard had passed away in 1964 at age 74. She joined him in 1975 at age 88. Until then, she lived in the little house by the river. This is one of my favorite photos of her, though poorly taken. It is Jane as I knew her.

Jane in front yard c.r.

This is my grandfather, Richard Phillips as I knew him.

Richard Phillips

They are both buried with old Uncle George in the Magnet Cemetery.

Headstone, Jane Phillips, Magnet, MB 2007

Headstone, Richard Phillips, Magnet, MB. 2007 Headstone, George Phillips, Magnet, MB. 2007

A Manitoba Primer

The first thing you need to know is the location of Manitoba in Canada.

A Political Map of Canada

A Political Map of Canada

It used to be called “the postage stamp province” because until 1912, it was shaped like this.

canada-1905

The Postage Stamp Province

As you can see, it is a land of lakes. The sea level actually drops going north.

A Land of Lakes

A Land of Lakes

It has 4 main land regions:
The Hudson Bay is an almost treeless region which extends about 160 kilometers into the interior.
The Canadian Shield, a vast horseshoe-shaped region that covers almost half of Canada and part of the United States. It consists of mainly granite and other rock and covers nearly two-thirds of Manitoba.
The Manitoba Lowland forms part of the Western Interior Plains, which is part of the North American Great Plains. It is a flat area of forests, lakes and swamps which supply great amounts of timber and fish.
The Saskatchewan Plain, another part of the Interior Plains which is a rolling plain broken by low hills. Its rich, well-drained soils make it the main farming region of Manitoba.
The Coastline which runs along Hudson Bay for 917 kilometers.

Manitoba Land Regions

Manitoba Land Regions

There are low lying mountain ranges which form the Manitoba Escarpment. The tallest is Baldy Mountain at 832 meters.
Rivers and lakes cover almost a sixth of Manitoba. The largest lake, Lake Winnipeg which covers almost 24,341 square kilometers, is the largest body of water entirely within any province or state.
Forest covers almost 257,000 square kilometers of land on which roam caribou, moose and polar bears in the north and beaver, fox, lynx and muskrat in the south. Ducks and geese fly north in the spring to breed on Manitoba’s lakes and ponds. The lakes contain  bass, sturgeon, trout and whitefish. These are of course, finite lists of the wildlife that exists there.

The Climate
There is a saying that the corner of Portage and Main in Winnipeg is the coldest, windiest place in Canada. That has yet to be proven but there is no doubt that it is bitterly cold. The average January temperature is -18°C and 20°C in the summer depending on where you are in the province. The highest temperature recorded was in Wawanesa, Manitoba, at 44°C in 1936. The average precipitation is 50 centimetres per year and the average snowfall is 130 centimetres per year. There is also a history of spring floods in Mantioba.

The Economy
From Manitoba’s government website:
“Although Manitoba is rich in natural resources and fertile farmland, the provincial economy is not dependent on any single industry or commodity. Manufacturing is Manitoba’s largest sector, accounting for over 12% of total GDP. Manitoba is home to Canada’s largest plants for furniture, doors, windows and cabinetry. It is also North America’s largest producer of intercity and urban buses. The province is also home to many major service sector operations, including the head offices of two of Canada’s major financial corporations – Great-West Lifeco and IGM Financial — and one of the country’s largest media companies — CanWest Global Communications Corp.”

Next, we will look at what Manitoba was like when my grandparents arrived.

 

 

The Eldest

At the beginning of this blog, I mentioned how some members of a family are spoken of with fondness and admiration and I mentioned William McDowell. It was also this way with my great-uncle George Holmes Phillips. William was George’s grandfather.
I first met Uncle George during a bizarre experience I had when visiting with my grandmother Jane at the age of 14. I was put to bed in “Uncle George’s room”. It was very tiny just like the little house that my grandparents lived in but cozy. The window on my right had the customary blind in the window which would throw the shadow of people wondering through the yard at night. My family was rife with stories of the predations of the local degenerates who passed through looking to steal something. I was a city girl and found the whole situation very nerve-wracking. That coupled with the fact that I was sleeping in Uncle George’s bed left me in a disturbed sleep. I woke up at some time during the night, feeling a hand on my shoulder, and there, at the foot of the bed, stood two men; the faces were clouded but there clothes stood out. One in farm clothes and the other in dress clothes. I was frightened to say the least! Then, I realized there was someone talking or rather having a heated argument in the other room. The shadows disappeared and I crept out to the main part of the house. My grandmother was rummaging around in her bedroom having a real go-round with someone (I assume my grandfather) in a state of dementia, of which I had no idea existed. Eventually, my mother came out and calmed her down. No one ever spoke of it. The brothers appeared again on the second night. I have always wondered what they meant to tell me. But will take it that they would like their story told!
In 1905, at the age of 17, school-leaving age, George was put aboard the S.S.Saxonian bound for Boston. He would probably make the rest of the way to Winnipeg, Manitoba by train. Left behind were his two sisters and his brother, Richard. His sister Sophie would not see Canada until 1913, the other, Evelyn would not leave Ireland. He had $31 in his pocket and listed himself as a farm labourer, a definite step down from the life he had known.  On the 1906 census of the Prairie Provinces, he was living at a boarding house in Winnipeg. Unfortunately, that census does not state the occupation of the person.
In 1907, George returned to Ireland, I assume in relation to Richard coming over. He came back to Canada on the S.S. Caronia, July 24, 1907. A few months later, Richard followed on the maiden voyage of the RMS Lusitania, docking in New York on Sept 14, 1907.  The Lusitania was torpedoed by the Germans in 1915, off the coast of Ireland. That was the year my grandparents married. Still, I can’t help but imagine the reaction of my grandfather to the news of the ship going down. He had laboured on farms for 8 years before getting married.
In the 1911 Canadian census, George was working in a saw mill on Valdez Island in British Columbia. On the 1916 census, he was with Richard and Jane on their farm in Manitoba, the start of a lifetime of companionship between the three. The couples first son, George Holmes was also listed with them, so you can see the respect that they had for him. It is likely that he helped them in many ways.
In 1920, George made an ill-fated attempt at marriage to Dorothy Johnston in Vancouver. She however, was not for the homesteading life so that didn’t last long. He never did remarry.The land in the Lawrence municipality of Manitoba did not lend itself easily to farming so the two brothers took to raising cattle. Below a pic of George at a cattle fair in St. Rose du Lac, Manitoba (in the dark suit on the right).

Uncle George St. RoseUncle George visited Ireland several times. Here he is enjoying a dance with one of the New York relatives in 1960.

George Holmes Phillips N. York 1960My grandparents had many rough times in the isolated environment they found themselves in and Uncle George seems to have always been there along the way. What they lost in coming to this cold and vast land, they gained in friendship and loyalty. George and his sister Sophie eventually bought neighbouring farms to my grandparents. All this I will go into further along.

Richard, George and Jane in their latter years. 1960

Richard, George and Jane in their latter years. 1960

George is buried in the Magnet Cemetery, Magnet, Manitoba along side of Jane and Richard. Rest in peace, Uncle George.

Headstone, George Phillips, Magnet, MB. 2007

Dick and Jane

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The picture above shows the last home of my maternal grandparents, Jane Gartshore Smith (the Scottish line) and Richard Walker Phillips ( the Irish line).  It is located in a little town called Ochre River in Manitoba  (so-called after the tiny little river that flows just across the lane from the house and which is given to fits of temper in the spring when it can spill its bank and flood the surrounding area).  My mother Sheila Joy Richard Phillips was the youngest of their 7 children and being so, had a different relationship with them which in turn was passed on to me. The age difference between her and her sisters created a 10 year gap between my cousins and I , ie. some of them had more time with the grandparents than I did. Of course, this was offset by my own mother’s memories of the times.

Like every family, there were the good and bad kids, the experience of the oldest children being dramatically different from that of the youngest just as today. So, you had the cousins that grew up near the grandparents and the cousins that grew up far away.  It is hard to keep relations cordial when you happen to have come upon some fact that just throws the story out the window.  It rather shatters the myth so to speak. If you are lucky, you will be on the same page with your relatives. But if not you have to go it alone, in pursuit of truth. And therein lies the rub because my truth is “if you weren’t there, you cannot know EVERYTHING!”  And so we reconcile ourselves to trying to solve the mysteries surrounding our families and hope they look down on us with favour. Below, photos of my grandparents at their home in Ochre River, my grandmother c. 1940  (she still hadn’t cut her waist length hair) and my grandfather c. 1960.

Jane Gartshore Smith

Jane Gartshore Smith

Richard Walker Phillips

Richard Walker Phillips