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Dominion Day – 1919

Montreal Daily Star, 1 July 1919, page 10

Margaret Currie’s Chats

No other day in the year should stand for quite as much to us as Dominion Day, and I often wonder if any of us appreciate it as its true value and make as much of it as we should.  How many of us know the words of “O Canada” and sing it with all the fervent spirit we can command?  Not very many, if we may judge by the few who sing it when it is occasionally played at one of the local theatres.

How many of us hang out our flags on Dominion Day, and how many of us know the history of Confederation?  How many of us spend our vacation and our vacation money in our own country?  How many of us thrill as we should to the thought that we are Canadians, and that this country of Canada is our heritage, the greatest, teeming-with-possibilities country to the world?

We are thoroughly British in one thing at least.  We are strongly inclined to self-depreciation.  We think every other country but our won has things worthy of praise. We women are especially guilty in that respect.  We talk of our new frock, shoes, or hat with much more respect if we can say it comes from Paris, London or New York, but if we had it made in Montreal – “oh, it’s just a rag.  A little dressmaker here ran it up for me.”

All of our young people have the idea that they must go away to make good.  Certain it is that our employers of labor have themselves to blame for that feeling.  It is the rare person who has sufficient patriotism to stay in Canada at a low wage when he knows he can sell his talents to a much higher bidder in the States, and when he knows that many Canadian employers will give a higher wage to the employee who has had American training.

It is one of the things that we must get together on.  Canada for Canadians should be a watchword for all of us.  We should feel that we must devote our talents and our energies to making Canada the most desirable country in the world to ourselves and to the strangers within our gates.  We must be sufficiently conceited to know that Canada is the brightest jewel in the Imperial Crown, and that we must never dim its lustre.

When we are away, we should set in that people may feel that Canadians are good people to know and to live with, when we meet people from other countries who are our guests, it is unnecessary to start a controversy to prove that Canada is a great country. We know it is.  We know what our men have done in the Great War.  We have official records to prove that our men were “there” all the time, all the way.  We went over the top all along the line – in men and in money.  Our pride in our heroes and their achievements is so great that we should feel noting is too much or us to show them that Canada is their home and that they have come back to a country that loves them and believes in them, and wants to help them in all the problems of the after the war reconstruction.

This is perhaps the greatest Dominion Day since Confederation, because it is almost identical with the signing of the peace after the most dreadful war in history, a war in which our men have taken so great and glorious a past.  Let us make it the dawn of a brighter era for Canada by our new and deeper patriotism.  Let us resolve that Canada’s future shall be a higher and more glowing purpose in every Canadian heart, that we may be worthy of the high place among the nations that our men have won for us.

Margaret Currie.

Chief Morning Star – Appeal for Middlesex Hospital, 1919

Montreal Daily Star, 27 November 1919, page 14

The Prince of Wales, as Chief Morning Star, the symbol of light and hope, comes forward in a new enterprise, and thousands to whom the night brought suffering and pain will greet the Dawn he heralds with gratitude and joy.

Immediately after his return home he pleads the cause or Charity at a Festival Dinner in aid of the Middlesex Hospital, one of the largest charitable institutions in London, which, helping always, now itself needs help to fit for the work which lies before it.  You, who named him thus appropriately, will surely speed him on his way, and aid him fulfil his noble purpose.

$1,00,000 needed.

The Middlesex Hospital (a Voluntary Hospital) treated over 10,000 wounded soldiers during the war, in addition to carrying on its work for civilians.  There are fighting men of Canada who will hold its tender care of them in affectionate remembrance.

Help the Middlesex Hospital

Subcription form

To the Earl of Athlone, chairman

The Middlesex Hospital, London, England

Please place the enclosed {banker’s order/ cheque/ money order} ___________________  to “Chief Morning Star’s” list of donations to the Festival Dinner Appeal Fund of the Middlesex Hospital.

From Getty Images, Prince of Wales as Chief Morning Star of the Stoney Tribe

Breaking the Silence and Taking Back My Power, 2016

I was eighteen years old and I was riding my bicycle home from the mall. I had just stopped at a stop sign and was looking for a break in traffic, to turn left in safety.  All of a sudden another bicycle pulled up to my left and stopped. The man on the bicycle told me I had nice breasts and then proceeded to touch them.

In that short moment time seemed to stretch as I tried to process what was happening to me.

There was shock:

  • This man was touching me
  • I was on my bike

There was fear:

  • This man was bigger than me
  • This could get worse
  • There was no opening in the traffic – how do I get away?
  • Will he follow me when I move?

Finally a break came in the traffic and I rode as fast as I could to get away.  I kept looking back and checking to see if he was near.  He had not followed me, thank God.

As soon as I got home I changed out of my track suit that he had touched me through.  I never wore it again.  And then I told my parents what had happened to me.  We discussed, and I decided I had to call the police. The police officer came very quickly and took my statement.  Mom and Dad were with me.  They immediately went looking for the Cretin, but he was long gone.

Both the constable and victims’ services followed up to make sure that I was okay, and offering support.  They were awesome.

It was sexual assault, pure and simple.  This cretin touched me and took away a beautiful part of me.  I lost my sense of security. I now knew true fear.  No longer could I imagine I was in control of my body or space and that even a busy street on a bloody bicycle was not a safe space.

I worked through my worst fears with time, and I think by reporting it right away I asserted some of my personal power in dealing with the incident.  I understand that I did nothing wrong, I did not ask for it, and all men are not like that. It took a bit of time, but I dealt with the emotional shock and moved on.

But I did not talk about it to anyone after the initial reporting.  It has been thirty-one years and I have not even talked about it with my closest friends.  Hearing the Donald Trump groping tapes and watching how he has danced around an apology by trying both normalise his attitude and mitigate its effect by alleging that others are worse, have made me question my silence.  If by hiding what was a life changing event from those close to me, am I enabling those that choose this behaviour, or support it, to somehow normalise it, to make it acceptable?

By coming forward now I am claiming here and now more of my personal power.  What happened to me was wrong, and it was hurtful, but the shame belongs to the man who assaulted me, not me.  My silence is over, and I am acknowledging its occurrence and its legacy.  I hope that by doing so, I will be helping others, empowering them to deal with similar situations and to help rid society of the idea that groping is normal, or acceptable.  I have been pleased to see how so many have come out to condemn such behaviour, but more needs to be done to fight the stigma of assault, and to prevent the habit of normalising the act of assault.


Thank you.

Henley Regatta and family connection – 1854

Could this be my Frederick Paulin?

Oxford Journal, 8 July 1854 page 7

Henley Regatta – Second Day, June 30

The weather again proved favourable until the close of the sports, which did not terminate before seven o’clock, when a heavy shower quickly cleared the river and its banks of the numerous occupants.  The company was quite as good as on the previous day, and the ……

The Town Challenge Cup

Wargrave BC                                      1


  1. Stokes
  2. Toomes
  3. Herman

Beecham (stroker)

B Brooks (steerer)

Henley BC                                          0


  1. Ive
  2. Cole
  3. Paulin

Giles (stroker)

Siddle (steerer)

The Henley Crew selected the Bucks shore, and took a slight lead at starting –a good race engaged for half the distance, when the superior strength of the Wargrave crew showed itself and sent them in wishers by three lengths.  Time 9 minutes 5 seconds.


How to treat servants – 19C

Gentlewomen Aim to Please: Edited from Victorian Manuals of Etiquette, Jerrard Tickell, London: George Routledge & Sons, 1933.


Servants are difficult.  The art lies in a steady command and management of yourself as well as them.  The well-known Dr Clark, who was always well served, used to say, “it is so extremely difficult to get good servants, that we should not lightly give them up when even tolerable. My advice is, bear a little with them, and do not be too sharp; pass by little things with gentle reprehensions; now and then a little serious advice does far more good than sudden fault-finding when the offence justly occurs.  If my wife had not acted in this way, we must have been continually changing, and nothing can be more disagreeable in a family, and, indeed, it is generally disgraceful.”

Obituary -Agnes Bryden Blacklock, 1915

Cornwall Obits, 1915


Mrs Blacklock

Another of the old and highly esteemed residents of the county, Mrs Blacklock, died on Friday, April 9 at her residence, Grove Hill Farm, East Front Cornwall, aged 84 years and 10 months.  Mrs Blacklock was born in Williamstown and was the younger daughter of the late David Bryden of Dumfries, Scotland.  She was highly educated and was one of the first teachers in the Public School in Cornwall.  She was married twice, first to the late Hugh Bryden of Liverpool, England, and later to TR Blacklock, with whom she lived at Grove Hill Farm until his death in 1902, and since that time with her daughter Miss Jean Blacklock.

The funeral took place from her late residence to the family burying ground at Williamstown and was attended by a large number of friends and neighbors, who turned out to pay their last tribute of respect to one who had for so many years lived along the Front.  The service at the house was conducted by Rev Hugh Monroe of St John’s Church, and at the graveside by Rev A Govan, St Andrew’s Church, Williamstown. The pallbearers were her three nephews, David Leitch of South Branch; Hugh Leitch of Cornwall, and William Leitch of Montreal; James Brown and Nathan Copeland, cousins; and William Anderson, a neighbor.

Mr Justice Leitch of Toronto, and Miss Leitch, South Branch, are also neice and nephew of the deceased.

Untangling the Origins of Richard Guise – Clewer, Pictures, Noble Leanings and so Forth – or trying to smash one of my brick walls, 2016



What I do know:  Richard Guise was married to Elizabeth Windham (aka Morgan) in December 1761 at St George’s Church Hanover.  Richard attended Cambridge University, earning a bachelor’s of music in 1758.  He served as a lay vicar at St George’s Chapel Windsor, and at Eton College until the 1790s, when he moved to London full-time and became choirmaster at Westminster Abbey and also a Gentleman of the Chapel Royal (St James Chapel).  He and Elizabeth had two daughters: Sarah Eliza (or Elizabeth) (1762) and Frances (1772).  [I might have also found another daughter Anne – who died shortly after birth].  He died in 1806, and was buried in Westminster Abbey.  In his will he left his estate to his wife Elizabeth, his daughter Sarah, her children, and his grandchildren by Frances – John William Wright and Richard Baron, and to his uncle John Guise. This estate included a manor at Clewer, Berkshire.

From research in the regular databases [Ancestry and Findmypast] I have noted that he owned this manor in Clewer throughout his marriage to Elizabeth, but did not live there full-time.  He also had a home in Horseshoe Close at Windsor Castle, which appears to have been his principle residence while he worked there and at Eton.  When he lived in London he lived in Pall Mall, and Leicester Square – in the parish of Westminster.

I have a few ideas which come from what I know, and most lie in how Richard lived.  First of all an education at Cambridge is not cheap at this period (well not cheap now either…) and it would seem to me that his obtaining of a degree meant that his family was either rich or well-connected, or both.  Richard owned land, and had the vote, again something that leads me to believe that he was from money.  I can’t believe that he made extraordinary amounts of money from his work as a choirmaster or lay vicar.

I haven’t definitively found Richard’s birth information yet.  Most histories say he was born about 1740.  There are a number of Richard Guises born about this time, one being the son of a John Guise, but if his uncle was John Guise, then I don’t think this is the same man.  I thought that perhaps the Clewer estate was a way to find out more, and maybe connect him definitively to a specific Guise family.

What I have run into is a lot of clues, and some ideas, but nothing concrete.  Here is what I found out.

In 1864, an unnamed grandson of Richard Guise said this in relation to the discovery of a work of art hidden in a room at the former Guise estate in Gloucestershire:

The Pictures Discovered in Gloucester – A Correspondent of the Builder writes: – “From accidental circumstances I am enabled to clear up the mystery about the “fine portrait of Pope” and the “Temptation” by Guido, lately discovered walled up in “Pope’s Room,” in the Guise mansion at Gloucester. My grandfather, Richard Guise, of Clewer, Berks, who died at an advanced age in the very beginning of the present century, told me that when his nearest relative, General Guise, left by will to Christ Church College, Oxford, his valuable collection of pictures (so valuable that they were sent to Manchester for the Arts Exhibition in that town, which followed the Exhibition in London), his heirs were grievously disappointed at the loss.  These pictures, no doubt, hung at his country mansion in the county.  Pope’s portrait and the “Temptation” by Guido formed a part of the furniture in the Guise residence at Gloucester, and we may naturally suppose, were secretly “walled up” out of sight, to prevent their transmission to Christ Church, as part of the legacy to that college.  Such a step would shut out any claim or dispute about them afterwards; and they could in due time, be unwalled and again restored to the Guise family.  The parties privy to this concealment dropped off, and the hidden treasures were entirely forgotten.” [Oxford Chronicle and Reading Gazette 23 January 1864]

So the first question I asked myself was “who were the Guise family in Gloucestershire?”  Google set me to the Wikipedia page for the Guise baronets:

“There have been two baronetcies created for the Guise family, one in the Baronetage of England and one in the Baronetage of Great Britain. The latter creation is extant as of 2014.

The Guise Baronetcy, of Elmore in the County of Gloucester, was created in the Baronetage of England on 10 July 1661 for Christopher GuiseMember of Parliament forGloucestershire. The second Baronet also sat as Member of Parliament for Gloucestershire. The third represented Gloucestershire and Great Marlow in the House of Commons. The fourth Baronet was Member of Parliament for Aylesbury. The fifth Baronet represented Gloucestershire in Parliament. This title became extinct on his death in 1783.

The Guise Baronetcy, of Highnam Court in the County of Gloucester, was created in the Baronetage of Great Britain on 9 December 1783 for John Guise. The cousin and heir male of the last Baronet of the 1661 creation, he was the great-grandson of Henry Guise, younger brother of the first baronet. The second Baronet sat as MP for Gloucestershire and Gloucestershire East. The fourth and fifth Baronets both served as High Sheriff of Gloucestershire.” []

Are these people related to my Richard Guise?  No earthly idea, right now.  I have a feeling that I will have to figure out their tree and see if there are any intersections.  A “for later” project, clearly.  But it is evident that this unnamed grandson does connect the two families.

I am more curious as to how the family present themselves as descendants of Richard Guise of Clewer, Berks.  This is a most specific description and perhaps a way that they saw themselves, and one at odds in a way with the connection of the family to the Windhams through Richard’s wife.  Do they choose the Guise connection because it is higher – has more prominence and recognition, or is it because the Windham connection is through an illegitimate child?

When Sarah Guise Cutler died in 1833 one of her obituaries uses both : “Died on the 1st inst at Kennington, Mrs Cutler, late of Sherborne, Dorset, age 71, deeply beloved and regretted by her family, and sincerely esteemed by her friends.  She was the only surviving child of the late Richard Guise, Esq of Clewer, and neice of the late Right Hon William Windham” [Windsor and Eton Express, 3 August 1833 page 1].

A lot of questions, but not many answers yet.

I was also curious as to where this estate actually was.  It was described as a manor in Richard Guise’s will, so I am assuming it is a rather large building, or at least a fairly good portion of land.  Manor is not a house alone, but a property for income, and I am wondering as to how big it was, and whether it did provide the family with a significant income.

In 1826 the family decided to sell the Clewer property, and I found its sale notice here:

“Valuable and highly improvable FREEEHOLD ESTATE Clewer, Berks

Situated near the Church, one mile from Windsor, and commanding fine views of Windsor Castle, Eton College and St Leonard’s Hill.


By Mr Stephenson

At the Star and Garter Inn, Windsor, on Thursday July the 27th at Two o’clock

By order of the devisees of the late Richard Guise, Esq.

In one lot;

A neat and substantial cottage residence; containing two servants’ bedrooms, three principal bed rooms, dressing room, drawing room, 18 ft by 16’ on the ground floor, a dining parlour, 18 ft by 16, with marble chimney piece. Venetian window and door leading into pleasure garden; an entrance hall, kitchen and passage and back staircase, good washhouse with pump, pantry, beer and coal cellars, pleasure garden laid out with lawn, shrubs and evergreens; kitchen garden, lawn in front, yard & c; the front and north end inclosed[sic] with substantial high brick wall, commanding frontage 109 ft (138 ft in depth); in the occupation of Mr Siddenham Jun, subject to a trifling quit rent; land tax £1 6s per annum.

Particulars and tickets to view may be had at the neighbouring inns, and of the auctioneer and appraiser, Eton, Bucks.” [Windsor and Eton Express, 8 July 1826, page 1]


This advertisement gives me clues to where this property actually was near the church which from a search I made is called St Andrew’s.  There is a lovely house extant next to the church, which is also on the river which could be Richard’s place.  I used google maps to situate properties near the church in Clewer and it would be a good choice.  Of course this place was sold in 1826, and there is no reason to believe that it survived to 2016, so I am just throwing out ideas.


Will Clewer provide the connections I need to find out where Richard was from and who were his family?  More research to follow.  Also might consider visiting England again …….. hmmmm.



Tooth and Ear Aches, Windsor and Eton, 1829

Windsor and Eton Express 12 December 1829, page 4

Tooth-Ache and Ear-Ache.

Perry’s Essence has received the sanction and support of the most distinguished personages in the Kingdom, together with the united testimony of the first Physicians in Europe, and numerous favourable comments in highly respectable Medical Journals, where it has been declared to be the “best thing ever discovered for the tooth-ache and ear-ache.” It instantaneously relieves the most excruciating pain, preserves the Teeth sound and firm, prevents further decay, effectively cures the Scurvy in the Gums, fastens loose Teeth, and renders them firm and serviceable to the latest period, and effectively prevents tooth-ache.

Sold in Bottles, at 1s 1 1/2d and 2s 2d by Messrs Butler, Chemists, Cheapside, corner St Paul’s, London; Sackville-street, Dublin; Princes-street, Edinburgh, and the principal Medicine venders in the Kingdom.  Of whom may be had Morris’s Brunswick Corn Plaster, an excellent Remedy for Eradicating Corns, Bunions &c.

NB Ask for Perry’s Essence for the Tooth-Ache.

Restarting My Irish Family Research with a Bang! 2016

When Find My Past had a free Irish records weekend I decided to go on a fishing trip looking for my Cuddy and Corley relatives.  I used a large net in my searches first using just the surnames because I knew that both names were fortunately rather uncommon.  I then narrowed down the searches to the county of Mayo where both families came from, and by date, pre-1893, when I know that the Corleys had settled in Montreal.  Along the way I was downloading like a maniac.  I now have a fairly large corpus of material which will keep me busy for a long time.

Just from a cursory examination of the material has yielded a lot of details about my great-grandfather Timothy Corley.  Timothy was born the 29th of October 1856 in Swinford, Ireland, the son of Patrick Corley and his wife Mary Groarke.  He was one of 12 children (that I know of).  Patrick Corley was the owner of the Corley Hotel, which sits smack-dab in the centre of the market town.  I knew that Timothy Corley ran the hotel sometime after his father’s death in 1875, and sold it in 1892 and moved his young family to his wife’s hometown of Montreal, Quebec.

What I had was broad strokes of his life in Ireland.  My research over the weekend has certainly filled in some of the spaces.  I found the will for his father, who left his estate to his wife Mary “knowing as I do that she will ultimately make that disposal of it which is sure to be for the future welfare of my dearly beloved children.” [IRE-ORIGINALWILLREGISTERS-007604284-00167].  Patrick’s property was valued at £5000.  I have since gone on the National Archives of Ireland website and found that Mary’s estate in 1879 when she died was valued at £10 000.  Quite a value rise, which leads me to believe she had her own wealth (another avenue to investigate at another time).  Timothy was her executor. It also is apparent that he was assisting his mother in the management of her estate/business before she died.  Timothy was referred to as a grocer in most of the documents I gathered.

The most striking thing about the finds I made on Timothy Corley was the number of times he appeared in the Court of Petty Sessions over the 1880s.  Pages and pages of entries.  After examining a number of them they indicate that in most cases he was the plantiff.  He brought a lot of people to court to settle debts, throw out tenants who didn’t pay rent, or to get damages for the trespass of cattle and sheep on his fields.  He was litigious!

There are three instances that I noticed that he was the plaintiff.  He was charged and convicted for letting his dog run free on the street, and for not paying the poor rate.  In 1891 he was charged with assault of John Garaghan.  Funnily enough two lines above Margaret Corley accused the same man of assaulting her, as did another man below her. For the two assaults Garaghan was convicted, while Timothy had the charges dismissed.  I think he was defending his wife, Margaret.

While in the databases I also went through the newspapers and it was a mother lode of information.  It appears that his family were not pleased at his management of his mother’s estate and took him to court.  Patrick, his brother (through his bankruptcy agent) sued him alleging that he signed a note limiting his payout under duress.  Timothy won that case –ish.  There was no evidence that the note was signed under duress, but he hadn’t paid even the reduced amount, so he owed his brother several thousand pounds.  Two of his sisters sued him for their part of the estate, to which he counter-claimed that they owed him, as he had housed, clothed and fed them for a long time since their mother died.  He lost that case save for about £50 total.  Awesome family relations!

Timothy Corley was bankrupt by 1889 and had to sell his goods from his business, which appear to be linens and clothing to a value of £900.  From other research I did in Swinford, I know he sold the Corley Hotel in 1892 and moved to Canada.  I also know he went bankrupt in Montreal in 1893.  Business did not seem to be his forte.

Of course like all research there is still much to learn (and read – I downloaded a lot) and then there will be the questions that the research brings up.  A promising renewal of interest into my Irish roots!

Did I mention that an article said he owned a racehorse? Perhaps this is the one, the picture was found in the Corley family album.

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