Following is something I had written over a decade ago for a whole different website. But it’s relevant to reprint here (along with a few updates, corrections, and changes to things I just really didn’t like very much on re-read).
During the months of March through May, 2003, I temporarily located for work purposes in Toronto, Ontario, Canada from my usual home of Calgary, Alberta, Canada. During my visit, I took the opportunity to visit Alexandria, Ontario and area to discover the region to which one branch of my family settled early in the 19th century. I had proposed the idea to my mother, Rita, and she proposed the idea to her brother, Donald. Though they had been through the area and visited family before, it was to be my first real steps in my ancestor’s footsteps.
All individuals mentioned in this account will have their relationship to John Harrison (JH) indicated. This will provide an easy single reference point to give some context to their relationship in the family. (I am their GGG grandson.) To help you, here is a short depiction of John and his wife, Ann.
John was a Colour Sergeant in the 41st Regiment of Foot, a British military regiment stationed in what was then Upper Canada during the War of 1812. He retired from the regiment in 1822 and settled in Canada, having received a land grant from the government. Having married his wife, Ann (née McIntosh) in Canada during his post here, this is where they returned to from Europe upon his retirement from the regiment.
My mother [GG granddaughter of JH] arrived in Toronto the week prior to Easter Sunday. On Saturday, April 19, we caught the train to Cornwall, Ontario. Uncle Donald [GG grandson of JH] picked us up at the train station, as he had decided to take an extra week prior to our arrival to do some genealogical research. Mom and I are very thankful for his efforts, as we most certainly would not have seen or learned nearly as much as we did without his outstanding efforts.
Our first stop was a museum hosted by the Lost Villages Historical Society. The Lost Villages museum is dedicated to several villages that were lost underwater when the St. Lawrence Seaway was dammed and flooded and has a small collection of original buildings from some of these villages. Uncle Donald had discovered that some of our ancestors were living in one of the lost villages, known as Moulinette, during some portion of the 1800s. The museum, which is closed during the winter months, had unfortunately not yet been opened for the season. However, we were lucky to find a volunteer working out of the office, the only heated building in the park. We visited for a short time and learned a little about the various villages before continuing on our way.
Our next stop was a few kilometers northwest of Cornwall was the location known as “Harrison’s Corners”. Records of a local indicate that it was so-named by Henry Harrisson (son of JH; the difference in spelling from the location and the individual are noted and is not a typo), who was the first postmaster of a post office located there. We spoke with someone who lives on one of the corners. We had assumed that the building across from them was likely the original home of Henry Harrisson and the location of the post office, but we can’t be certain.
From Harrison’s Corner, we continued on to what would be the first of many visits to local churches and cemeteries. Little did Mom and I know that this was to be the oldest gravestone that we would discover on this visit.
After driving east just a few kilometers, we came to the historic town known as St. Andrew’s West. The town has one of the oldest churches in Ontario and the old cemetery happens to be the resting place of the celebrated Canadian explorer, Simon Fraser. Also in the old cemetery (so-called because a “newer” cemetery – probably dating back a hundred years or more – is now located to the south of the church) are the founders of this line of Harrisons, John and Ann Harrison. Theirs is a large, white monument, not far from a replica of the log cabin that served as the first St. Andrew’s Catholic Church, built by United Empire Loyalists around 1784.
Their stone reads:
TO THE MEMORY OF
DIED IN ROXBOROUGH
WIFE OF JOHN HARRISSON
BORN IN SCOTLAND 1792
DIED IN ST ANDREWS
DONALD THEIR SON
AGED 5 YEARS
Note that this stone contains an incorrect date, as John Harrison could not have died in 1829. He and Ann had three additional known children between 1829 and 1832. It is believed that he, in fact, died in December 1831, some months prior to the birth of his final child. The stone even mentions that a five-year-old son was buried there in 1836. The surname is mis-spelled. It is believed that Dr. Henry Joseph (Joe) Harrisson (grandson of GJ, son of Henry Harrisson) erected the monument after Anns death. Dr. Joe and his father are the only known families to use the double s spelling.
We also located stones for the above-mentioned Henry Harrisson and his wife, Adelaide Bockus, as well as a stone very nearby the John & Ann Harrisson stone bearing the name Alexander McIntosh, leading us to believe that it may be a relation to Ann.
We stopped at the “new” cemetery and looked around at the gravestones looking for anyone of note, but did not find any. However, our efforts were rewarded with a beautiful view of St. Andrew’s Roman Catholic Church.
The day was beginning to get on. Though we had stopped for a bite not long after departing the train station, our stomachs were again beginning to demand attention. Luckily, we had only one more churchyard to visit before continuing on to Alexandria.
St. Raphael’s church (pronounced as ‘Raffles’) was built in 1821 to accommodate what is regarded as the largest and most important parish in Canada at the time. It was razed by fire in 1970, though the ruins still stand and are being carefully stabilized to ensure that the memory of the original church will not fall from existence like the church itself did. We believe that many of our family members likely attended church here through the 1800s and 1900s and it may well have housed many a wedding. While there, we sought out and photographed several markers from our McDougald side of the family.
After leaving the church, we continued on to Alexandria. Uncle Donald had a surprise for us when we arrived. He took Mom and I for a short drive through town (Alexandria is a small town of about 4,000 residents). After pulling over to the side of the road, he pointed out a brick house that was home to a restaurant that was almost immediately recognizable. He explained how he had gone there for dinner, thinking that it was likely the family home of George Henry Harrison (son of JH and my GG grandfather). Indeed, the restaurant known as Georgian House was the very same one that George Henry built in 1858.
We find the name of the restaurant to be very interesting. The owners of the restaurant, Heinz and Deborah Kaswurm, had no idea who the original owner was when they named the restaurant. During renovations in 1987, they found a small plaque above the main entry indicating the date of construction and bearing a name that they thought might be Henderson, but was not clear. However, thinking that the home bore a decidedly Georgian style architecture, they named it the Georgian House. We thought it quite interesting that George’s house became known as Georgian House. Also interesting is that the initials of each is GH.
Seeing as how it was now most certainly time to eat, we headed over to a pub known as Champion’s Roadhouse. It is located on the lower level of a beautiful old building that houses a restaurant on the main level known as Priest’s Mill restaurant, so-named for the building in which it resides. But of course, this is no ordinary building.
Priest’s Mill was built as a grist mill back in the early part of the 19th century by one of the founding priests in the area. After it burned down, we believe our George Henry Harrison purchased the lot and built the existing structure that now houses the restaurant. On the site was also located a tannery that Mr. Harrison built.
After a full first day, we retired to our Bed & Breakfast, known as the Carriage House. I must give a plug for the Carriage House and it’s proprietors, Karen and Gary Gauthier. Their home is beautiful. Every nook and cranny is filled with some item or other than Karen and Gary picked up in their travels. The home is a museum in its own right. Their hospitality was second-to-none and the price was right as well. Each bedroom is decorated in its own style and the beds are not only luxurious, but very, very comfortable. Should you find yourself visiting the area, the Carriage House comes with our highest recommendations. Ask for the burnt-orange sheets – they are as luxurious as they come, I think. Visit the website for the Carriage House.
After waking and getting breakfast, we headed back to St. Raphael’s for Easter Sunday mass. A replacement for the church that was burned in 1970 is immediately adjacent to the ruins. Uncle Donald introduced Mom and I to Father Donald McDougald (while sharing a very common name of some of our ancestors, he is no relation).
After mass, we explored the St. Raphael’s ruins and cemetery. It had been getting dark the last time we visited, so the full sunlight offered us a little better view of the area. We didn’t find any Harrisons buried here, nor did we find any additional McDougalds that we weren’t already aware of. However, the ruins are spectacular and I took some very nice photos. In the new St. Raphael’s, as in each of the churches we visited, Mom lit a candle in remembrance of those who came before us.
Afterwards, we headed back to Alexandria so that we could look through the cemetery at St. Finnan’s church where we knew George Henry Harrison’s family stone was. We first stopped at Georgian House to make a reservation for that evening. We had the opportunity to meet the lady of the house, Deborah, and chat with her about the history of the home and their acquisition of it. She explained how her husband and the chef, Heinz, operates the restaurant while she focuses on the day spa that they also operate from the old home.
It was a beautiful, sunny day and reasonably warm, considering it was still only mid-April. We found several stones that we believe are relatives (there’s a stone bearing the name “Williams” that we are almost certain is a relation of one sort or another), including the George Henry Harrison family headstone. While there are no particulars about who is buried there (the monument simply bears the name “Harrison”) we know it to be George Henry’s resting place.
While we hoped to get into St. Finnan’s to see where many of our ancestors worshipped, were married, and eventually buried, the doors were locked and we were unable to enter. However, we did enjoy the area. Beside St. Finnan’s is a building that we think might have been a convent at one time, though I don’t believe it is any longer. Coming from Alberta, where most of the buildings are 50 years old or younger, it was impressive to see these old buildings. While they are young by European standards, they are much older than most any building you will find in my part of the country.
After retiring back to the B&B for a rest, we cleaned up and changed and headed over to Georgian House. The anticipation was quite overwhelming. Here we were going to eat in the home that my GG grandfather built close to 150 years ago! The sense of history was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
We arrived and were quickly seated in a beautiful addition to the house that was added during the 1987 renovation. They call it the “Timber Room”, and it was very elegant. There was only one other table occupied. We ordered some Mateus and enjoyed a multi-course meal that was not only elegantly served but very fine and flavourful. Chef Heinz certainly does the gorgeous old home justice with his equally exceptional cuisine.
After dinner, Heinz came out to visit, having been aware that we were coming. We sat and talked for quite some time, and also shared some photographs with each other. He informed us of the more recent history of the house, being owned by the Costello family and being occupied as a two suite rental at various times over the past 50 or 60 years. He was very gracious in giving us a tour of the main level and showed his impressive woodwork. He had personally added a good deal of millwork during the 1987 renovation that was beautiful and fitting to the décor.
After another busy day of footstep-following, we retired back to the Carriage House for some much-needed rest.
On Monday morning, Mom and I went for a walk over to St. Finnan’s, hoping that we might be able to have a look inside since we weren’t able the day prior. Lucky for us, the doors were open since a funeral was scheduled later in the day (not so lucky for the person for whom the funeral was being held). Nobody was yet inside and all of the lights were off. It was too dark to take any decent photographs, so I went off looking for light switches. Poor Mom was having a fit, thinking that my playing with the switches might well set off an alarm of some kind. I assured her that it was highly unlikely that they would leave the doors open but alarm the light switches. She still wasn’t comfortable with the idea, but in my usual style, I did whatever I wanted anyway. Thankfully, no police came to arrest us for turning on the lights and I managed to snap a couple of decent photos.
Uncle Donald felt that the rental car needed some mechanical attention. He also found that he would be able to visit a repository of microfiche and such that he had been wanting to visit. Since he would be making these couple of stops and Mom and I would be mostly sitting around (only so many people can gather around a microfiche machine), we decided to rent our own car for the day to explore the countryside.
We picked up a little Dodge Neon that one of the local car dealerships rents that had exactly 13 km on the odometer. While I’m used to driving much larger vehicles, this was by no means any “Rent-A-Wreck”.
We visited a few more cemeteries, hoping that by chance we might happen across some relevant stones. We were rewarded with only a single Harrison stone in Apple Hill, though we are still not certain if we have found a relation or simply someone with whom our ancestors share a surname. We did, however, get to visit many locales and landmarks that Mom had heard about from her father back in the day and that we heard held some amount of family history. We saw “Frog Hollow Road” where an uncle claimed he would someday move (it was a joke of some kind, but not knowing the area nor having ever met the uncle, the humour is kind of lost on me). We did a little hopscotch jump into the province of Quebec and saw the town known as Dalhousie Mills where the uncles were known to frequent for a libation or two.
We arrived in Cornwall in time for dinner and were treated to a wonderful spaghetti dinner, some nice wine, fresh cheese (having been made just the night before), and superb conversation. These McDougalds can spin tales as well as anyone I have ever met. It was fun and entertaining and a real pleasure to meet cousins that I had never before met.
Once again, it was time to get some rest at the B&B. A short half-hour drive north and we were back at our resting place.
The final day of our little tour was upon us. We got up early so that we could stop at a couple more homes of relatives to do some visiting (or, in my case, meeting). We visited a relation (we’re not exactly certain right now how we’re related, but we are) that lives in an old farmhouse on the highway that leads to Alexandria. He told some great stories about our now-deceased uncles from the area. I regret that I am too young to have ever met them. They sound like a really interesting bunch.
On one particular occasion, one of the uncles and a couple of the cousins decided it was time to get a pig to the market. For whatever reason, there was no usual transport available, so they loaded the hog into the back seat of the car where one of the cousins held on tight. If I recall correctly, the animal did what to any animal comes naturally (ahem…let’s say it made a mess), but all arrived safe and sound. While I wish I had the opportunity to meet them, I am glad I wasn’t the one that had to clean the car.
Our next stop was an old farmhouse where a cousin still resides. I don’t recall the actual age of the home, but I’m reasonably certain that that one of my great great grandmothers lived there so many years ago. It is in remarkable condition and, unless told otherwise, I would never have guessed it to be of such vintage. I was pleased to meet yet another cousin that I hardly knew existed and hear more interesting and amusing tales of days gone by.
Unfortunately, our visit was short as our tour was nearing its end. We had to return to Cornwall to catch a train back to Toronto. Uncle Donald drove us back to the city and we made the train with mere minutes to spare. Our tracing of family history was itself history.
While I have always been interested in genealogy, this visit opened my eyes to the wealth and breadth of the history that lay behind me. Having the opportunity to see the places where our ancestors lived, worked and played really moved me to better understand those from whom I descend. How brave those very first people must have been, to move to a new land, leaving all that they know behind. I’m not sure that we can actually appreciate the profoundness of their decision. With modern, swift transportation, we can never be in the same way so far from home, no matter how distant we travel. Because of their bravery, I am in a land that I adore and call home. If I could say anything to them, I suppose it should probably be, “thank you”.
I write for my local genealogical society’s blog (edit while reinstalling after a site crash: not presently writing for the society). Tomorrow’s post is intended to encourage genealogists to not be simply collectors, but to also become narrators of what it is that they discover. Piles of documents are great, to be sure, but for those who come along behind, it will be much more interesting (not to mention easier to pick up where you leave off) when there is a narrative that makes all of that data much more accessible.
I am the beneficiary of one of these storytelling genealogists, the late Cyril Morris. He put together a binder of narrative and data that amounts to 171 pages of old family history. It has never been widely shared since it contains a lot of information about living relatives, and is not yet in an easily-edited format. It’s my intention to transcribe Cyril’s writings so that they can be passed on to other branches of the family so that they may be useful for their research.
When that eventually happens, I’ll certainly be making it available from this website. In the meantime, I can begin to share some of the wealth of information that Cyril collected of years past.
Here, then, are the first three pages of this tome. While I will make some corrections for punctuation and some formatting, I am transcribing the information exactly as it was presented by Cyril Morris. I don’t believe all the information to be unmitigated fact, but we can deal with those corrections in time. I have added a couple of comments on some necessary corrections, however.
The first home of the Harrison family in Canada was on Lot 25, Concession 5 of Lanark Township, north of the present village of Middleville, Ontario. The 100 acre property on the west half of this lot as well as a 100 acre property on the east half of Lot 15, Concession 4, were granted to John Harrison by the British Military Settlement Department in 1821 in consideration, in part at least, for his years of service in the British Army. In the tabulation of grants to former military men at the time, it is recorded that John was a Sergeant in the 41st Regiment and that he was given a loan of £53 6s. 8d. to assist in the first years in developing a homestead. (Source: Ontario Archives: Crown Lands, RG 1, c-1-3, Vol. 126. Report 7, p. 27 and Report 9 Rankin.)
John was born in England in 1784. He married Ann (Nancy) McIntosh who was born in Scotland in 1792. [I think it likely that she was born in Canada, possibly to United Empire Loyalists, but have no proof of that. Yet. ~John] It is likely that John joined the British Army at an early age. While specific information about his military service is not available, some probable assignments may be determined in knowledge of the general military activities at that time. It is helpful to recall some of the history.
Britain was on a war footing in the 1790s and the early part of the 1800s. The French were on a rampage of conquest under the leadership of Napoleon. In 1807 Napoleon conquered Portugal, which had long friendship ties with Britain, and in the next year he conquered Spain. Britain sent armies under the leadership of Wellington to assist Portugal in 1808 and then to Spain to oust the French. The Peninsular War took five years to complete successfully. The British army then moved into France with much heavier manpower. Aided by the Prussians under Blutcher they defeated Napoleon at Waterloo in 1815 and exiled him to St. Helena. During this period also, Britain had to protect its sovereignty in Canada and repulse the invasion of the American forces in the War of 1812, as well as fulfill its military obligations in the West Indies, the Mediterranean, Asia and elsewhere.
Besides having a large navy at the time, Britain had over one half million men in its land forces, organized in 109 Regiments of Foot Soldiers and 25 Regiments of Dragoons (cavalry). Throughout the period the economy was depressed. With disbandment of many military units when hostilities slackened, there was a great increase in unemployment, poverty and misery. Much social unrest existed throughout the British Isles, particularly in Ireland where by the Act of Union passed in 1800 the country was stripped of its parliament and the right of Catholics to vote for representatives to the Parliament of London was prohibited. These were some of the conditions of the times when John and Ann were young.
John joined the 41st Regiment, perhaps in 1802 [the correct enlistment year is 1799, now known from his separation papers -John], when he was 18 years old. It was known as the Welch Regiment and had its origin in 1719. It tended to be used in territorial assignments, that is, in the protection of British colonies and, at intervals, for policing duties in Ireland and Scotland.
While general information can be gleaned from military records about the activities of regiments, seldom is there mention of the individual members of a regiment except for its senior officers. The British Army List, which at the time was updated annually, states the name, rank, military unit, date of promotion, and the like, for all officers above the level of sergeant. For sergeants and privates, one has to fall back on speculation about their activities based on general knowledge of the actions required to sustain a regiment and, then, to modify the account as necessary if and when specific and authentic information about them is subsequently learned. In the case of John Harrison an early bit of specific information is the list of the dates and places of birth of his children which has been handed down through successive generations of the family and which appears to be authentic.
In 1790 the 41st Regiment which had been performing policing duties in Ireland was dispatched to the West Indies. For the next six years its task was to prevent colonial expansion by the Spanish, Dutch and French forces onto territory which Britain regarded as its own. The Regiment had a strength of about 800 officers and men, but its losses during the six years were 70 officers and 1,500 men killed in battle or permanently wounded. These numbers make obvious the nature of the work of its back-home staff who continually had to recruit new men, provide them with basic military training, transport and escort them to the Regiment in action, as well as provide food, clothing, munitions and other supplies for the Regiment.
In 1797 the 41st Regiment was brought back home and assigned to policing duties in Ireland. Two years later, because it was feared that the American colonies were planning to take over Canadian territory, the 41st was sent to Canada. Its strength at the time was about 600 officers and men made up as follows:
2 Lieutenant Colonels
1 Captain Lieutenant
The responsibility of the Regiment was to prevent American encroachment along the 1000 miles of border extending from the Richelieu River, east of Montreal, to the southern end of Lake Huron. In this work they were supported when possible by local Canadian militia units whose military training was quite limited and who had chores to do at home particularly during the seeding and harvesting season. The success of the harvest was essential because it formed the principal source of food for the Regiment and for the bands of local Indians grouped under Tecumseh whose help was of great importance to the Regiment.
In 1803 when hit-and-run skirmishes and destruction of property by troops from the American colonies became more frequent, the 49th Regiment came from Britain to assist in the defence. In 1812 when the Americans formally declared war, parts of the 8th, 100th and 103rd Regiments came to Canada to provide support. In 1815 considerably more military assistance arrived and the war terminated. Late in 1814 the exhausted troops of the 41st Regiment were moved to Three Rivers, returned to England the next spring and, following the defeat of Napoleon in June of 1815, moved to Paris to form part of the army of occupation, a control force needed while national order was being restored there.
The 41st returned to England and in 1816 went to Ireland to take up policing duties again. This assignment continued for the next five years. Late in the period plans became known that the Regiment was to be sent to India. It was then that John Harrison decided to take retirement from the military.
Indications are strong that John was part of the backhome military staff of the 41st. He and Ann were in England when their first child, John, was born in 1810. Early the next year he sailed to Canada no doubt with a body of newly recruited soldiers for his Regiment. [It is very unlikely that John and Ann were in England in 1810. Their first child was likely born in Canada. There is no reliable evidence to suggest that they traveled back and forth across the Atlantic. -John] Ann accompanied him and visited with relatives, perhaps some members of her own family, who were already settled on farms in the Cornwall area. Here, in 1811, she gave birth to their second son, who was the first Angus in their family. The Parish Register of St. Andrews Catholic Church near Cornwall records on page 145 his baptism as follows:
On the fourteenth day of April one thousand eight hundred and eleven I the undersigned priest have baptized Angus Harrison lawful son of John H. & Anne McIntosh, aged twenty days
Sponsors Alexr McDonald & Mary McIntosh
Alexr McDonell M.Ap
(In this record as well as in others taken from Parish Registers or other original documents, no change has been made in spelling, capitalization or punctuation.)
So as you can see, there’s a lot of very well compiled evidence and some great stories to be told. I’ll continue to publish excerpts of the Harrison genealogy binder from Cyril Morris going forward as well.
Welcome to Johnealogy. I’m John. This is my blog about genealogy (though “family history” sounds less dorky).
I’ve started a few blogs over the years, and there always seems to be something vital about starting off on the right foot. This introduction may never be read by anyone at all, but it’s still important to get it written to help me frame what I think this blog is about.
I’m a budding genealogist, a member of my local genealogy society (update as of re-installing this site following a site crash: not currently a society member), and looking for an outlet to help keep me inspired to invest time in the pursuit of this topic. This blog, then, is as much about giving me a reason to be focused on my family history research as much as it is to share what I find. I intend to write about my ancestors, and share discoveries along the way that are tangentially related, or even just general genealogical topics.
One benefit about blogging one’s family is that family that you don’t even know exists may be able to find you thanks to the magic that is Google. I heard it described a couple of weeks ago as cousin bait. So, to get off on the right foot, lets talk about who I’m researching.
Two of the notable family members are John Harrison and Ann McIntosh, who immigrated to Canada after the war of 1812. John was actually here before that, and it seems that Ann likely was as well, perhaps even born here. But they made it their permanent home only after returning from Europe. There’s going to be much more about these two in these pages, I hope.
Others who were along this path include George Henry Harrison, George Joseph Harrison, along with the Ukrainian families from my fathers side, including the family names Shmigelski and Balamatowski. There’s some of your bait, cousins. Drop me a line and let me know you’re out there.