This is my space to share my quest to collect as many broken branches as I can in my fractured family tree which resembles a bramble bush more then a proper tree. As I go forward in this blogging journey I hope to share how I have searched far & wide for family - with no regard for where they come from or if I should really want them.
You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family you know!

Tuesday, March 26, 2024

Admired Grandfather ~ Baptist Lay Pastor

 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks 2024: Week 13 (WORSHIP)

"worship verb   wor·​ship ˈwər-shəp   also  worshipped also worshiped; worshipping also worshiping
transitive verb
1: to honor or show reverence for as a divine being or supernatural power
2: to regard with great or extravagant respect, honor, or devotion" 1

Thinking about who/what to write about for this week's prompt I considered the 2nd part of the definition of Worship.

When Chris and I first met in 1992 it was pretty clear how much he admired his grandfather, Clifton Alexander Lee. 

Chris on the left, Grandpa Clifton in the center

This grandfather, he so admired, offered a safe place for him during his  chaotic growing up years.

Chris was 12 when his grandfather died, and as a young adult he spoke about him with such love and admiration.

Remembering     
                                        Clifton Alexander Lee
BIRTH 20 MAY 1902 • Northfield Centre, Brant Co., Ontario, Canada
DEATH 9 SEP 1979 • Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada

Grandpa Clifton was also a Baptist Lay Pastor.
For this reason he fits the full definition of worship.



Taking a moment to remember the relatives who created safety & security!!! 



This is why I search - 


Cause ... 





You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family you know!







***Any errors are my own. Please send me any updates or corrections via the comments at the bottom of this blog post***



Footnotes:

1  Definition of Worship. Merriam-Webster Dictionary. Retrieved March 22nd 2024 from https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/worship


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Wednesday, March 20, 2024

From Birth (1926) To Death (2023) ~ How The Times Have Changed

 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks 2024: Week 12 (TECHNOLOGY)


Recently I was looking at 1931 census record for my grandmother (who was 4) & her family when I noticed they were recorded as not having a radio. In fact none of the families on that page had a radio. 

This got me to thinking about what changes my grandmother, who died last December, would have seen over her lifespan of 1926 to 2023.

This video from YouTube gives an intro to the 1920s in the United States - I'm sure Canada was not too different.

She lived in a world where a simple scratch could turn deadly. 

Grandma was almost 2 years old when penicillin was first discovered, but she was a teenager before it was successfully used in the general population.  

She was a child & teen through the Great Depression & World War II. 

She was 19 when the first atomic bomb was detonated.

Flight was in it's infancy when grandma was a child, but available as a form of commuting by the time she died.

As a child I remember grandma wearing her knee high stockings. She never left the house without them. She was a teenager before they were affordable for everyday usage.

"Nylon and nylon stockings were shown to the American public at the 1939 New York World’s Fair. Women loved them!" 1 

Grandma lived in rural Manitoba, and I heard tales of how the comforts of her childhood and adult life were so different.

"In the 1940s, many Canadians lived in rural areas where most homes had no electricity, and even fewer had indoor plumbing." 2

A retired telephone operator Grandma had moved plugs on the switchboard to connect callers. At her bedside when she died every family member had a pocket sized computer that made calls. 

Photography wasn't common place, and yet Grandma and her family left behind photos for us to get a glimpse into her childhood.








And this last photo of the family (not too long before her brother died - grandma and her brother sitting graveside with their parents





Everything changes over time!!! 

 

 

This is why I search - 

 

Cause ... 

 

 

 

 

You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family you know!

 

 

 

 



***Any errors are my own. Please send me any updates or corrections via the comments at the bottom of this blog post***

 

 

Footnotes:

1  The History of Ordinary Things: Ladies’ Stockings over Time. Written by Doris Montag. 50 Plus Life. Retrieved March 16th 2024 from
https://50pluslifepa.com/lifestyle/history/2483-the-history-of-ordinary-things-ladies-stockings-over-time

2  Canadian War Brides. History. Veterans Affairs. Government of Canada. 
Retrieved March 16th 2024 from
https://www.veterans.gc.ca/eng/remembrance/history/second-world-war/canadian-war-brides

 

Sources:

The 20th and 21st centuries. Technology from 1900 to 1945. Encyclopædia Britannica, Inc. Retrieved March 16th 2024 from 
https://www.britannica.com/technology/history-of-technology/The-20th-and-21st-centuries

How do penicillins work? Medical News Today. Medically reviewed by Zara Risoldi Cochrane, Pharm.D., M.S., FASCP — By Tim Newman on July 30, 2018. Retrieved March 16th 2024 from 
https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/216798


Photos:

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Videos:

Virtual History: Life 100 Years Ago. Stark Art & History. Retrieved March 16th 2024 from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bAUpK_3rnEg

 

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Friday, March 15, 2024

X2 Great Uncle Mikita Pellack ~ An Achiever

 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks 2024: Week 11 (ACHIEVEMENT)


In considering who to write about for this week's prompt I decided to look for names that mean ACHIEVEMENT.

I discovered the name Mykyta means 

"A man who has the capability of winning in every field; A winner" 1

My X2 great Uncle Mikita Pellack came to Canada in 1907 with his wife, 2 daughters, and his mother (Mary). My great grandparents followed them in 1909 with their 3 oldest children. My grandfather was the first child born on the homestead in Canada.

I am Canadian because X2 great Uncle Mikita created a successful life in Canada for himself that encouraged my great grandfather to follow. 

Their achievements (and all of mine) are because of Mikita's willingness to leave all he knew behind in Ukraine for a better life in Canada. 

The local history book Our Courageous Pioneers provides a look at his life.




I am proud to claim this X2 great Uncle who was an achiever in all things he touched. 

It took me 20 years to prove that my grandfather Clyde Robertson really was Max Pellack. 

It was this mystery that began my search for where I fit into my own family story. 

That proof came when my father and I DNA matched to the great grandson of my X2 great Uncle Mikita.

This confirmation has been my greatest achievement in genealogy researching to date.

In looking at the life X2 great Uncle Mikita created in Canada there is no doubt he fit the meaning of his name perfectly. 



When the name fits!!! 



This is why I search - 


Cause ... 





You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family you know!







***Any errors are my own. Please send me any updates or corrections via the comments at the bottom of this blog post***



Footnotes:

1  Mykyta Name Meaning. Baby Names. Mom Junction. Retrieved March 15th 2023 from https://www.momjunction.com/baby-names/mykyta/


Sources:

Mykyta Name Meaning. Baby Names. Mom Junction. Retrieved March 15th 2023 from https://www.momjunction.com/baby-names/mykyta/

Our Courageous Pioneers : History of Gronlid and Surrounding Districts of Argus, Athol, Edenbridge, Freedom, Maryville, Murphy Creek, Sandhill Creek, Taelman, Taras, Teddington,." (Melfort Saskatchewan: Phillips Publishers , 1991)


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Amy Johnson Crow, 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge
https://www.amyjohnsoncrow.com/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks/



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Monday, March 4, 2024

When English Was Not Your 1st Language ~ Becoming A Reader

 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks 2024: Week 10 (LANGUAGE)


I was a late reader.

I remember sitting on the the couch side-by-side with my mom turning the pages of the Dick & Jane readers.


She pointed to a word saying SPOT, and I repeated it. She turned the page, pointed to a word, and asked me what it was. I had no idea what the word was. She turned the page back, I said SPOT immediately - I knew that word on that page. She turned the page, pointed to the word, and I had no idea. After shouting SPOT she threw the book across the room, and we both cried.  

I don't know if this was a one time event or if it happened more than once. I can remember it like it was yesterday.  I can feel the texture of the couch, I can hear the clock ticking on the wall, I can feel the shame of not knowing how to read.  I had many a nightmares about these old readers. Dick, Jane, and Spot were jerks!

When I was in grade 3 I can remember my mom crying on the phone while talking to my teacher saying "what do you mean you can't teach her to read - that's your job".


That feeling of being an absolute failure is deep seated in my memory. 

The shame of not being able to do what others did effortlessly was painful.

My younger brother was an early reader. He was reading to me for years. 


I grew up knowing he was the smart one, and yet we were close.

I was born in Quebec. I spoke French before English having learned it from tv & my friends. My Mom didn't speak French, and would delight in telling the story of having to take me to the landlord for translations when I would have a temper tantrum trying to tell her something. 

By the age of 3 I was fully bilingual. My mom would place me on the floor in front of the tv so I could translate her television shows for her while dad was at work. 


When I was 4 1/2 we moved to Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. 

By the time I started kindergarten I no longer spoke French. 

No one in my home or social circle spoke French, and my entire world was English.

It was only a few years ago that I had an epiphany about my late reading. 

Sesame Street in French was my early literacy learning. 

My pathways were set for French, and I went to English school with no supports in place.

By grade 4 I could read, but my understanding of what I was reading was non-existent. 

I received no joy from reading. 

The summer I was going into grade 5 I was slogging through an Archie comic when I laughed. 

With shock I realized it was funny, and I went back to re-read all my Archies. 

Next I read The Diary of Anne Frank.  

That summer I became a reader. I read every book we had in my home, and then discovered the school library. 

By the following summer I discovered the public library, and my mom was shouting at me to get my nose out of my book & do my chores. 

In grade 7 I became a volunteer in our school library. 

As I continued to be an avid reader throughout my teens and early adulthood the school shame stayed with me.

It was in college that I began to get high grades, and little-by-little my shame of being a later reader began to heal.

Today I work in a public library, and have turned that shame into pride. 

I share my story of being a late reader with many of my customers who are worried about their youngster's reading. The story always begins with 'I was a later reader' and ends with - 'And now I work in the public library'. For many children learning to read develops on their own timeline. 

If I could tell that little girl one thing - it would be to relax & know your new pathways are building. You will be a reader!


A few years ago my husband and I were on vacation in Mexico. We went to the market and I was searching through a large counter of tshirts. On the other side of the table 2 ladies were also searching. One asked her friend if she could see a particular colour and style of shirt, and before her friend could answer I held one up that matched her request. They both looked at me surprised, and commented I understood French. 

It seems my French pathways are still there since I understood them perfectly and didn't even realize they were speaking French.

The moment quickly passed - I was not able to actually follow them once I turned my attention to trying. 

It was this experience that helped me understand what the cause of my late reading might have been. 


       


Remembering your roots is what forms your foundations!!! 



This is why I search - 


Cause ... 





You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family you know!







***Any errors are my own. Please send me any updates or corrections via the comments at the bottom of this blog post***



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Wednesday, February 28, 2024

The Distance Between ~ Max Pellack & Clyde Robertson

 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks 2024: Week 9 (CHANGING NAMES)


I knew my grandpa as Clyde Robertson born in San Francisco, USA. on May 10th 1910. He was an only child with deceased parents by the time he met my grandma.

That was all I knew until, at the age of 29, I heard a rumour that Grandpa might have been a man named Max Pellack born in Gronlid, Saskatchewan, Canada. 

Prior to that day I never questioned grandpa's name. 

To be honest - I'm not sure I really thought about him having an actual name - he was just Grandpa.

Me with Dad & Grandpa

It took me 20 years to prove, but the confirmation that Clyde Robertson and Max Pellack were the same person came via DNA matching. 

I then began searching for records, and discovered the distance between Max Pellack & Clyde Robertson wasn't a direct line as I had thought.

In the 1911 census he was Nicolas Pelick (Age 1, born June 1910)

 
In the 1916 prairie census he was Max Peleck (Age 6)


In the 1921 census he was Max Pelleck (Age 12, listed as a daughter)


The 1926 census was a bit harder to find Grandpa. I had to browse page by page scanning the list of names. I finally found Grandpa enumerated twice. His age varied, but the other details are enough to suggest they are both him.  Once with his family on the homestead as Max Pelyck (age 17) and once in Prince Albert as Max Pellack (Age 18).  

I probably would have never found the second entry had I not found him enumerated without the rest of his family first. 

How is it that he could have been recorded twice?  

Likely his parents were asked for who normally resides here, and included Max even though he was not currently at home. 

For the 1931 census I find Maxwell Pellack (age 22) in Quebec. He claims to have been born in Manitoba. He also claims both his parents were born in Manitoba. The details don't exactly match, but they are close enough to suggest this is my grandfather. As time went on we know he was altering his name/details so I don't have any concerns accepting this as a 'reasonably exhaustive search'.

It is in the years between 1932 and 1939 that he began using the name Clyde Robertson.  Exactly when & why I have not yet determined.  These 7 years are still a mystery at this time.

May 19th 2019 I requested my grandfather's military record. I would have loved to see the reaction of the Library & Archives Canada staff member as they read my confusing application. 

May 17th 2023 I received Grandpa's Military record which enlightened some, but also added more levels of confusion. 

September 5th 1939 Clyde Robertson enlisted in the Canadian Military at Innisfail, Red Deer, Alberta, Canada. He joined the Calgary Highlanders. He claimed to be 30 years old. 
    - he was 29. 

Records show he spoke English & French, but didn't read French.
         This is likely true since he was in Quebec for the 1931 census. 
        - He also spoke Ukrainian which never appears on any of Clyde Robertson's records.

He was single on the records so listed his father, Alexander Robertson, residing at 321 Pender Street, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada as his next of kin. 
        - his father was Alexander Pellack residing in Gronlid, Saskatchewan, Canada

He claimed to born in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. 
        - he was born on the homestead at Gronlid, Saskatchewan, Canada
        -  Not too long after he enlisted he met Grandma in Calgary, and claimed San Francisco as his birthplace. 

He claimed to reside in Kamloops where he was a chemist, but also recorded he was not working at the time of his enlistment.

He claimed to have a highschool diploma, a Bachelor degree in Chemistry & Physics, and a Master's Degree in Chemistry & Physics from Minnesota State University. He further claimed to have attended Saint Paul Technical Vocational Institute  in St. Paul, Minnesota, USA.
        - he did not graduate highschool.
        - In the 1950s he earned his credentials as an Accountant.
        - He told grandma his family was from Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA

He claimed to have worked in a mine refinery for one year, and as a gold mine analyst for Rock Island Mines in the Cariboo.
        - Although I have found a few references to Rock Island Mines in my searching none of them are gold mines in the Cariboo region of British Columbia.

Clyde Robertson denied any knowledge, experience, or interest in farming.
        he was born on the homestead into a farming family. 

January 9th 1940 Clyde was given permission to marry according to his military record. Also recorded was the wedding took place on February 17th 1940, and he was given leave to report back on February 21st for duty.  

Calgary Herald, 22 Feb 1940

This photo was taken December 1940 on Granville Street, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

Clyde & Mary (nee Thomson) Robertson

January 22nd 1941 Clyde Robertson was discharged from the Military as unfit for duty. The foot injury during a training exercise resulted in damage that made him unable to perform the duties of a soldier. This injury resulted in a lifelong Veteran's Affairs pension for Clyde Robertson. 

The military records note he was admitted to the hospital on January 20th 1941 'sick', and discharged from the military 2 days later. It doesn't state exactly what he was sick with. Looking at the photo above he doesn't look like he has a foot injury that would make him unfit for duties  a month later, but according to the tale the injury had already occurred. There is a possibility the foot injury is family lore, and not the actual reason for him being unfit for duty. 

Regardless of why - he did receive a Veteran's Affairs Military pension for his injury/illness. 

After his death his widow Mary Robertson continued to receive it. 

His identity as Clyde Robertson stood the test of time with the Canadian Military. 

Once more records are available for the 1930s I may find more about Grandpa Max/Clyde using the details in his military records. Were they entirely untrue? Or were their truths weaved throughout? Only future records will assist with this.

Through the 1940s Grandma and Grandpa lived in Calgary, Alberta, Canada and Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. They had their children, and lived life.

In 1961 Grandma and the kids lived in Vancouver, and Max Pellack appears in the Henderson directory as the Office Manager for Paramount Motors residing at 738 Alfred Street in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. Also included are his brother Mike & nephew Alvin.  This address was updated in his Clyde Robertson military record for 1961 for his military pension to be mailed.  


This is also when Max discovered diamonds in Northern Saskatchewan

Winnipeg Free Press 20 Sep 1961

By 1962 Grandpa & Grandma with their kids are residing together again.

1962 the voter's list has Clyde & Mary Robertson residing down the street from his 1961 - now at 1122 Alfred Street in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. This address is confirmed in the 1963 Henderson Directory where Clyde is recorded as the Accountant with Tom's Speedy Muffler along with wife Mary & son Colin. The 3 younger children were not old enough to be recorded. 



By 1964 the family has moved to 1870 Williams Street, Toronto, Ontario, Canada according to the Henderson Directory. 

November 13th 1964 there is a request for Clyde's military medals to be sent to an address (unit 24, 310 Lonsdale Road, Toronto Ontario, Canada). These medals were his CVSM & War Medal 1935-1945. 

BUT
The 1965 Voter's list has Max Pellack with wife Mary living at 1535 Bathurst Street, Toronto, Ontario, Canada.  he is a bookkeeper. In 1964 Clyde notified the Canadian Military of the new address (matching below) for his military pension to be mailed. 


I wonder if the family was moving a lot because it appears as though there were 3 different addresses for 1964.

Grandma never used the name Pellack - I wonder if she even knew she was recorded as Pellack or how that came about? 


Max Pellack was born May or June 1910 & never died. 
Clyde Robertson was never born & died July 11th 1986



When your research turns into a search for 2 truths & a lie....  errr - I mean many lies & a truth!!! 


This is why I search - 


Cause ... 





You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family you know!







***Any errors are my own. Please send me any updates or corrections via the comments at the bottom of this blog post***



Photos:

Personal


Links:

Amy Johnson Crow, 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge
https://www.amyjohnsoncrow.com/52-ancestors-in-52-weeks/



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