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Buried in the Furrows: A Series - Tracing the Lives of Huron Tract Pioneers - Buried in the Furrows
This series will begins with the tale of John J.E. Linton, an influential pioneer and the transcriber of the original documents I read. The following stories will focus on the details provided by the pioneers he interviewed. These pioneers include Andrew Riddell Jr., Timothy Wallace, James Hastings, Andrew Riddell (son), John Crerar, Robert Fraser, John Stewart Sr., George Wood, and William Dunn. Residents of North Easthope, South Easthope and Downie Township. I hope you enjo
eternalcarestonese
6 days ago7 min read


The Seibert's Make Logan Township Home, Anchoring their Roots on Concession 1, Lot 1
The Seiberts, like so many pioneer families, carried with them a stubborn faith that the land would reward their labour. The promise of hope and prosperity far outweighed the hard work and struggles that lay ahead; it was a gamble they were willing to make.
eternalcarestonese
Jan 245 min read


The Life and Legacy of Reverend Thomas Brush Brown and Amanda Harris
The story of the Reverend Thomas Brush Brown and his wife, Amanda Harris, is a testament to the resilient spirit of the early settlers of Upper Canada. Their lives spanned nearly the entire 19th century, witnessing the transformation of the Canadian wilderness into established townships and communities. Thomas Brush Brown was born on August 4, 1804, in Argenteuil, Quebec. He was the son of Joseph Edward Brown (then 36) and Rebecca Brush (29). Growing up in the early 1800s
eternalcarestonese
Jan 242 min read


The Forgotten of Perth County: Walking Among the Unmarked Graves of St. Marys
I’ve always carried this quiet belief that no one truly wants to be forgotten. Even the humblest life holds a hope; that someone, somewhere, will remember we were here. That we mattered, that our story didn’t simply dissolve into the soil, or drift away on the winds of time. It’s that belief, that has shaped me for years, but it wasn’t until recently that it became something more than a feeling. It became a responsibility. My journey into the unmarked graves of St.Marys began
eternalcarestonese
Jan 244 min read
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