tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24066635.post4980522956046925158..comments2024-02-29T06:03:35.483-05:00Comments on Canada's Anglo-Celtic Connections: Animals in historyJDRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06471656063812824731noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24066635.post-87450792909459654622017-07-19T20:12:35.887-04:002017-07-19T20:12:35.887-04:00Dear Jane,
I am researching a couple of propertie...Dear Jane,<br /> I am researching a couple of properties that were set back from the Highgate Road in North London. One was a 'hauntingly beautiful' house called The Gothic. The other was known as Grove Farm House. Your Gt grandfather lived at the Grove Farm House from c.1893 till probably 1901. I think by this time it was no longer a fully functioning farm but previously it had kept PTKleinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09130733887572088791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24066635.post-23814516123802069432017-07-19T20:11:55.502-04:002017-07-19T20:11:55.502-04:00Dear Jane,
I am researching a couple of propertie...Dear Jane,<br /> I am researching a couple of properties that were set back from the Highgate Road in North London. One was a 'hauntingly beautiful' house called The Gothic. The other was known as Grove Farm House. Your Gt grandfather lived at the Grove Farm House from c.1893 till probably 1901. I think by this time it was no longer a fully functioning farm but previously it had kept PTKleinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09130733887572088791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24066635.post-75649690651439125142014-08-19T20:33:52.825-04:002014-08-19T20:33:52.825-04:00I have to tell you as a child severely traumatized...I have to tell you as a child severely traumatized by a rooster that what appears to be a cute story really isn't. As a child I frequently played in my family's chicken yard. Unfortunately when I was around 2 years old I fell down or was knocked down by a rooster that repeatedly flew over me and would not let my up. One of my parents heard me screaming and rescued me. For many years Shirleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24066635.post-4540019192796387152014-08-18T01:53:51.117-04:002014-08-18T01:53:51.117-04:00My mother's grandparents kept turkeys in a yar...My mother's grandparents kept turkeys in a yard between the house and the barn at their homestead in the low mountains west of Pueblo CO. To get to and from the barn, they had to go through the turkey yard. At each gate, there was a pile of sticks. If they forgot to pick up a stick, the turkeys would wait for them to reach the mid-point and attack! It was great fun to send the city Canadian McDonald descendentnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24066635.post-43979171679106682702014-08-17T20:21:07.481-04:002014-08-17T20:21:07.481-04:00My parents had a collie or maybe an English sheep ...My parents had a collie or maybe an English sheep dog when I was a baby.<br />I have a picture of myself in a baby buggy when I was a few months old with the dog Pat right beside my buggy - my mother put me outside every day to get fresh air. I was her first child so I doubt if she left me out there very long without checking on me.<br />We lived on a farm so Pat rounded up the cattle for my Shirleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09734532899088538807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24066635.post-55681061073817141972014-08-16T09:55:11.648-04:002014-08-16T09:55:11.648-04:00My cousin sadly contracted polio as a child in Ott...My cousin sadly contracted polio as a child in Ottawa in the 1930s. That did not stop him from qualifying as a civil engineer, and later as a physician and bone surgeon. He has had a happy life, a big family, and is now long since retired. Many years after his early diagnosis, while clearing out his mother's effects after her death, he was very distressed to read in some letters about how sheturnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11257591323835458147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24066635.post-20651446816208160522014-08-16T09:35:06.876-04:002014-08-16T09:35:06.876-04:00My great grandfather, Alfred Kirby Johnson, was a ...My great grandfather, Alfred Kirby Johnson, was a building contractor in London, England. On his way home from working in the city, he hauled kitchen and table scraps from a fancy Italian restaurant to feed his pigs on his small holding in the suburbs. Apparently the pigs enjoyed the exotic fare, but only after the extraneous silverware was removed. And of course, with a little polish and a file,Jane E MacNamarahttp://wherethestorytakesme.canoreply@blogger.com