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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

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.

​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

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

Within the quiet expanse of East Ward Park lie hundreds of stories—tales of triumph and sorrow, buried but far from forgotten. This is one

The reports confirm the tragic nature of his passing, finding him frozen under a bridge after New Year's Day.

The monument features a standard inscription at the top, dedicating the stone to his two young wives. Beneath their names, a puzzle?

A headstone isn't just a marker; it’s a piece of the earth, carefully shaped by human hands to tell an enduring story.

We all have heroes—people whose lives quietly etch lessons of resilience, duty, and love into the fabric of our world. Today, we remember one such hero, a man who, like so many of his generation, put everything on the line: Sergeant Lorne E. McCauley. ​Lorne, born December 12, 1920, in Brussels, Ontario, was too young for his local Perth Regiment. But the call of duty for the war in Europe didn't wait. A spirit that would define his life took over, and he did what any determi

​The history of St. Marys, Ontario, is filled with stories of dedication, and few families embody this more than the Eedys. Today, we look at a photograph capturing a remarkable figure from that lineage: John Wilson Eedy , seen here proudly wearing his military uniform. ​Born in St. Marys in 1915, picture here with his father Lorne and sister. John Wilson Eedy was a local through and through, attending Central School and St. Marys Collegiate. He went on to uphold a significan

My vision for St. Anthony's Roman Catholic Pioneer Cemetery is not just about maintenance; it’s about restoration and awareness.

The renowned actress Kate Reid, a London England-born talent who made Canada her home from an early age.

Francis was just 23 when he joined the war effort, leaving behind the familiar fields and the loving embrace of his family for the distant,

​Stanley’s journey with the Perth Regiment began when he was just 19, and by 21, he was overseas, part of the grueling Italian Campaign.

Caring for a veteran's grave marker is a way to show ongoing respect and gratitude. Veterans Affairs Canada maintains over 250,000 graves

You know, most people go to the cemetery for quiet contemplation, to visit loved ones, or maybe for a brisk walk. Me? I go to play detective

​Have you ever walked through an old cemetery and noticed how some of the tombstones stand tall and proud, while others are barely visible,

​These headstones under the trees represent more than just forgotten relics. They are a stark reminder of our own mortality.

​One of the things that makes contributing so easy is using my phone. I simply go to a cemetery and start walking around.

​This tradition was particularly common in English-speaking countries, and it was a way to preserve a family name.