Individual Notes
Note for: Thomas Benjamin Fitzpatrick, 9 AUG 1863 - 22 SEP 1895
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Event: Type: Reference #1
Place: Will dated September 21,1895. FHL Microfilm reel no. 1289252
Event: Type: Reference #1
Place: Will dated September 21, 1895. FHL Microfilm reel no. 1289252
Event: Type: Reference #2
Place: "The Alabama Genealogical Register" Volume I. Hale County Tombstone Inscriptions
Event: Type: Reference #3
Place: Federal Census, Alabama, 1870, Hale County, p. 11, line 40, Reel 545553.
Burial: Date: UNKNOWN
Place: Newbern City Cemetery, Newbern, Hale County, Alabama
Individual Note: 11/19/1857 Parents married in Greene County Alabama
8/9/1863 Born in Greene County Alabama, the third of four children. His father died before he was seven years old, and he was raised by his mother with the help of other members of his family. In 1867 Greene County was divided into Greene in the west and Hale in the east. Greensboro is the seat of Hale County, Eutaw, of Greene. On August 29, 1895 he died in Greensboro Alabama, buried in the city cemetery behind the Presbyterian Church in Newbern Alabama He was said to be a devout Methodist.
Quote from the "Greensboro [Alabama] Watchman," September 26, 1895.
"Death of Mr. T. B. Fitzpatrick
'Someone is resting from sorrow and sin.
Happy where Earth's conflicts enter not in;
Joyous as birds, when the morning is bright;
When the sweet sunbeams have brought us their light.
Weary with sowing, never to reap;
Weary with labor and welcoming sleep.
Someone's departed to heaven's bright shore;
Ring the bell softly, there's crepe on the door.'
"It became our painful duty to chronicle the death of Mr. T. Ben Fitzpatrick of Akron, Alabama., which sad event occurred in Greensboro on the night of Sept. 22nd at eleven o'clock. His age was thirty two years. He had been in a low state of health for several months past and came to Greensboro about three weeks ago suffering from the yellow disease. His numerous friends here sincerely hoped that his disease would not prove fatal, and did all in their power to add to his comfort, but all to no avail. Death came and relieved him of his pain. There were many tears shed by strong men who had known and loved Mr. Fitzpatrick for years past, when his death was announced to them. No young man of our acquaintance was more widely known, and universally liked than Ben Fitzpatrick. He was upright and honorable in his dealings with his fellow man, true, generous and every inch a gentleman. Though he held most responsible and onerous positions as Agents for the A. G. S. Railroad, the C. S. & M. R. R., Postmaster, telegraph operator and express agent at Akron, he was never so busy that he could not return a civil and polite answer to anyone who desired information of him. That same sunny genial disposition won for him a great host of friends, and the agent at Akron was known far and near as the cleverest to be found in the land. He was a man of fine business qualifications and did the work of two or three ordinary men with the utmost of ease and good nature. He was also well informed on the current events of the day, and a man of considerable literary attainments, having familiarized himself with the writings of the best authors.
His death was a real loss to Hale County and a most severe and crushing blow to his devoted wife and five children, mother and sister (Mrs. D. W. Ward) who have the tenderest sympathy all in their hour of great bereavement.
The remains were taken to Newbern, the old home, for interment, followed by a number of Greensboro friends and others, where funeral services were conducted by Rev. Dr. Keady, and after which the Masonic fraternity of Greensboro took charge of the remains and interred them with Masonic honors.
Farewell, old friend May the sod rest lightly above you."
The Greensboro (Alabama) Watchman. Date. September 26, 1895. He was buried in the Newbern Cemetery behind the Presbyterian Church in Newbern, Miss Laurine Howell. Box. 276. Newbern, Alabama 36765.[FitzpatrickJR.GED.FTW]
11/19/1857 Parents married in Greene County Alabama
8/9/1863 Born in Greene County Alabama, the third of four children. His father died before he was seven years old, and he was raised by his mother with the help of other members of his family. In 1867 Greene County was divided into Greene in the west and Hale in the east. Greensboro is the seat of Hale County, Eutaw, of Greene. On August 29, 1895 he died in Greensboro Alabama, buried in the city cemetery behind the Presbyterian Church in Newbern Alabama He was said to be a devout Methodist.
Quote from the "Greensboro [Alabama] Watchman," September 26, 1895.
"Death of Mr. T. B. Fitzpatrick
'Someone is resting from sorrow and sin.
Happy where Earth's conflicts enter not in;
Joyous as birds, when the morning is bright;
When the sweet sunbeams have brought us their light.
Weary with sowing, never to reap;
Weary with labor and welcoming sleep.
Someone's departed to heaven's bright shore;
Ring the bell softly, there's crepe on the door.'
"It became our painful duty to chronicle the death of Mr. T. Ben Fitzpatrick of Akron, Alabama., which sad event occurred in Greensboro on the night of Sept. 22nd at eleven o'clock. His age was thirty two years. He had been in a low state of health for several months past and came to Greensboro about three weeks ago suffering from the yellow disease. His numerous friends here sincerely hoped that his disease would not prove fatal, and did all in their power to add to his comfort, but all to no avail. Death came and relieved him of his pain. There were many tears shed by strong men who had known and loved Mr. Fitzpatrick for years past, when his death was announced to them. No young man of our acquaintance was more widely known, and universally liked than Ben Fitzpatrick. He was upright and honorable in his dealings with his fellow man, true, generous and every inch a gentleman. Though he held most responsible and onerous positions as Agents for the A. G. S. Railroad, the C. S. & M. R. R., Postmaster, telegraph operator and express agent at Akron, he was never so busy that he could not return a civil and polite answer to anyone who desired information of him. That same sunny genial disposition won for him a great host of friends, and the agent at Akron was known far and near as the cleverest to be found in the land. He was a man of fine business qualifications and did the work of two or three ordinary men with the utmost of ease and good nature. He was also well informed on the current events of the day, and a man of considerable literary attainments, having familiarized himself with the writings of the best authors.
His death was a real loss to Hale County and a most severe and crushing blow to his devoted wife and five children, mother and sister (Mrs. D. W. Ward) who have the tenderest sympathy all in their hour of great bereavement.
The remains were taken to Newbern, the old home, for interment, followed by a number of Greensboro friends and others, where funeral services were conducted by Rev. Dr. Keady, and after which the Masonic fraternity of Greensboro took charge of the remains and interred them with Masonic honors.
Farewell, old friend May the sod rest lightly above you."
The Greensboro (Alabama) Watchman. Date. September 26, 1895. He was buried in the Newbern Cemetery behind the Presbyterian Church in Newbern, Miss Laurine Howell. Box. 276. Newbern, Alabama 36765.
Individual Notes
Note for: Joel Lewis, 28 AUG 1760 - 22 NOV 1816
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Individual Note: Col. Joel Lewis b Aug. 28, 1760 d Nov. 22, 1816 m March 24, 1786 Miram Eastham
b Feb. 5, 1769 d Feb. 7, 1846
137-1. Sarah Martin b 1786
138-2. James Martin b 1788
139-3. John Haywood b 1790
140-4. Eastman b 1792
. 141-5. Miriam b 1794 d 1811
142-6. Eliza Augusta b1796
143-7. William Dixon b 1798
144-8. Hickman b 1801
145-9. William C. Claiborne b. 1803
146-10. Rachel b. 1805
147-11. Mary Louisa b. 1807
148-12. Anna Octavia b. 1810
149-13. Captain Joel b. 1812
150-14. Eastman b. 1814
151-15. Darthula b 1816
152-16. Lucy b 1818
153-17. David b 1820
154-18. Micajah b 1822
Individual Notes
Note for: Arthur William English, 26 MAR 1879 - ABT 8 OCT 1956
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Burial: Date: 10 OCT 1956
Place: Woodland Cemetary, London
Individual Note: moved out west as a mining engineer and there met Olive Jakes
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from Mary Mathieson (nee Dampier) account of him...
"Tragedy came to the family of Uncle Arthur English. He and Aunt Olive had three children...Olive, Frederick and Jack, all a few years older than we were. When the children were small, Arthur developed a mental illness which made it necessary for him to be institutionalized for the remainder of his life. Medical science was not as advanced in those days and such might not have been the case today. Aunt Olive was left penniless and was forced to move in, with her children, and act as housekeeper for her English relatives in Strathroy...no pensions or social safety nets in those days. The boys elected to leave home and head west at an early age. Daughter Olive (always known as Dickie...olives are what are in the bottom of a martini glass she always said ) trained as an elementary school teacher at "Normal School" but did not really like teaching and moved to the United States about 1930"
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Funeral record, likely that of Arthur Wm English at Woodland Cemetery, London
"William Arthur English, burried Oct 10, 1956, aged 77"
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not to confuse the issue, but from the SS death index ...
Name: Arthur English
SSN: 511-36-4631
Last Residence: 66048 Leavenworth, Leavenworth, Kansas, United States of America
Born: 27 Mar 1879
Died: Apr 1966
State (Year) SSN issued: Kansas (1954 )
Individual Notes
Note for: Victoria Ulrica English, 16 JAN 1887 - BET 1963 AND 1966
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Individual Note: from Mary Mathieson (nee Dampier) account of her...
"Auntie Vic was the maverick in that generation. She was a witty conversationalist and an entertaining companion, but not always easy to get along with. I remember that she came from Chicago to spend Christmas with us several times in the twenties and brought what we considered exotic gifts...a jewel case or perhaps a real silk scarf. She and my father frequently disagreed over their auction bridge game or the politics of the day and I think she baited him. Auntie Vic is the one I think who gave us a lovely ivory and wood mah-jong set. She could play but we never had time to master the game and just built things with the tiles I also remember her bringing us bread and jam when we had gone to bed and been told we couldn't have it Once we had a letter from her in Chicago saying that she had a dear dog which she was sending us for Christmas since she couldn't come that year. Such excitement Finally it arrived at the train station...collect, much to my father's rage...and turned out to be a rather mangy mongrel whom we called Holly Mistletoe. I also remember that he did not survive long, coming to grief under the wheels of a passing motorist. Auntie Vic was somewhat paranoid too I'm afraid and tended to disappear for long periods of time, presumably because she was hurt about something someone had said. She was completely estranged from Dickie and Aunt Olive and no one ever met her husband. She had always called me "Mayley" as a child. One day after I was married and was the nurse at Hydro Head Office I had a call from the switchboard to say that somebody wanted to speak to the nurse, Mayley Dampier Yes...it was Auntie Vic who had turned up working in Toronto. Ron and I saw her several times and she was still an interesting companion. Not long afterwards she was involved in a fire in the place where she was living and didn't recover...a sad ending after so many years away from her remaining family."
Individual Notes
Note for: Olive Jakes, ABT 1880 -
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Individual Note: from Mary Mathison...
"Aunt Olive was left penniless and was forced to move in, with her children, and act as housekeeper for her English relatives in Strathroy...no pensions or social safety nets in those days. The boys elected to leave home and head west at an early age. Daughter Olive (always known as Dickie...olives are what are in the bottom of a martini glass she always said ) trained as an elementary school teacher at "Normal School" but did not really like teaching and moved to the United States about 1930"
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this COULD be her, from the 1881 Canadian Census....
Household:
Name Marital Status Gender Ethnic Origin Age Birthplace Occupation Religion
Samuel JAKE M Male Irish 27 O
Billiard Church of England
Emma JAKE M Female English 20 O Church of England
Olive JAKES Female Irish 1 O Church of England
Source Information:
Census Place Cobourg, Northumberland West, Ontario
Family History Library Film 1375876
NA Film Number C-13240
District 124
Sub-district D
Division 3
Page Number 39
Household Number 182+
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possibly lived in Roblin, Ontario (between Belleville and Kingston, and north a little)
Individual Notes
Note for: Arthur Martin Knutson, - Index
Individual Note:
no heirs
Individual Notes
Note for: Olive Ulrica (Dickie) English, 24 JUL 1902 - 15 AUG 1991 Index
Residence:
Date: ABT 1945
Place: Chicago (to be near the Bullocks)
Individual Note:
note disparity of birth dates in the next two records...
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Social Security Death Index
Olive ENGLISH
Birth Date: 24 Jul 1902
Death Date: 15 Aug 1991
Social Security Number: 324-01-6256
State or Territory Where Number Was Issued: Illinois
Death Residence Localities
ZIP Code: 94133
Localities: San Francisco, San Francisco, California
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California Death Index, 1940-1997
Name: ENGLISH, OLIVE IVA ULRICA
Social Security #: 324016256
Sex: FEMALE
Birth Date: 23 Jul 1903
Birthplace: CANADA
Death Date: 15 Aug 1991
Death Place: SAN FRANCISCO
Mother's Maiden Name: ENGLISH [was "Jakes"]
Father's Surname:
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from Mary Mathieson (nee Dampier's) account of her...
"Daughter Olive (always known as Dickie...olives are what are in the bottom of a martini glass she always said ) trained as an elementary school teacher at "Normal School" but did not really like teaching and moved to the United States about 1930. After several years in Chicago and having worked for an army officer out west during the war, Dickie ended up in San Francisco with her own stenographic business in one of the downtown towers. She cared for her mother who lived with her, but lack of any financial security prevented her from reaching what she felt was her potential, probably as a writer (she had articles published in the prestigious Atlantic Monthly magazine). Dickie was a delightful conversationalist on many subjects. She had a wide range of friends in the artistic world of San Francisco and was a fixture in her particular seat, and a well-known figure for many years, at the San Francisco Opera. Dickie was more a friend of my sister and several years older even than she. Still, I had many most enjoyable visits with Dickie in her downtown apartment over the years, where I joined her mixed "salon" of interesting friends and went with her to see many of the fascinating sights and eat in some of the intimate small restaurants in that cosmopolitan city. I remember that we spent many happy hours touring about, sharing a sense of humour about life's vagaries and the people and sights we encountered.
A Dickie story: Among her coterie of friends was the Curator of the San Francisco Zoo, Cary Baldwin, a quite eccentric character. Among other things Cary had a pet llama that he allowed to roam his house even when guests were having dinner. Many a bald head received a friendly if slightly slobbery smack from the wandering mammal Dickie also belonged to the English Speaking Union, and during the war the members were expected to entertain the officers from visiting British ships in harbour. One day, Dickie was stunned to be assigned a group of these young men as her sole responsibility for an evening. What could she do in the absence of anything but a small apartment... no elegant suburban mansion as most of the members had. Dickie called Cary in desperation. "No problem...you bring the food for a light dinner" said Cary, "and I'll provide the entertainment." So, out Dickie and the officers went with their provisions. After dinner when it was dark, Cary disappeared, then returned, dramatically strapping on a holster and guns and rattling the Zoo keys since it was now closed to the public. Leading the way with just his flashlight in the pitch dark, Cary noisily inserted his key in the locked gate, bringing forth the most blood curdling screams from the nearest cage, apparently housing the zoo's biggest gorilla When their hair stopped standing on end the little safari was led into a huge building, also in darkness. Suddenly the lights came up and there was a line of enormous elephants, trunks extended to snatch the loaves of bread which Cary was tossing in rapid succession at the officers, the pachyderms obviously intending to pick up any of them that didn't part with the bread fast enough Less hair-raising was the visit to the monkey island; the koala bears in their eucalyptus trees; the bird sanctuary. As they were ready to leave there was an emergency call for Cary. He invited his guests to come along with him to the animal operating room. They did...and ended up watching a huge lioness have a hysterectomy The San Francisco Chronicle next day featured the sensational entertainment provided by "a tweedy spinster from the English Speaking Union with the unlikely name of Olive English " One reason that I can tell this story in such detail is that my sister Marjorie and I enjoyed the exact same adventure (minus the hysterectomy) on one of our visits. We loved it
An early Dickie and Aunt Olive memory was unforgettable on several counts. Growing up as we did in the depressed thirties on a severely restricted income there were very few treats. Nobody minded having to wear mended stockings and resoled shoes and having only home entertainment since everybody was in the same boat. By the time I was 16 in 1936, Dickie and Aunt Olive were well established in an apartment in Chicago. They invited me to visit them by train for ten days over the Christmas holidays I was ecstatic (I found the item in my document, "Mary - expenses Chicago - $25.00) I have a dozen vignettes from that trip:
...all alone and eating in the glamorous dining room on the train. (We used to go down to the station in Strathroy just to watch the through train roar past with only a flash of the dining car windows and those elegantly dressed travellers being served by swaying waiters in pristine white uniforms.)
...Christmas dinner at (to me) the very posh home of friends the Kilbournes(sp). It was the first time I had ever had a cocktail and the Manhattan made everything a happy haze. It was also the first time I'd ever had COOKED grapefruit in a salad
...The evening at the Ballet Russe de Monte Carlo turned me into a lifelong balletomane. My eyes were glued to the stage for "Petrouchka", "La Boutique Fantastique" and "Les Sylphides" (I have really never forgotten those names)---the time went by like a flash. We also saw two wonderful stage plays, one called "First Lady" as I recall with a well known leading lady, and another starring Charlotte Greenwood.
...I was given bus tickets and allowed to roam the city on my own during the day, (yes, that's Chicago I'm talking about ) It couldn't happen now. I remember seeing Colleen Moore's famous doll house; the Lincoln Planetarium; the huge Merchandise Mart.
...A real treat was watching a radio play being produced live. Nothing was taped then. A cousin, Edwin Marshall, was the director and let us in although the public wasn't admitted as a rule. My chief memory is of the strange mixture of odds and ends used for sound effects, usually nothing to do with the real thing. The actors could read their scripts but it took artistry to make the play come alive for an unseen and unseeing audience. I've always liked radio plays, maybe because of this adventure."
Individual Notes
Note for: Frederick English, - Index
Occupation:
Place: Royal Canadian Mounted Police
Residence:
Place: Trail, British Columbia,Canada
Individual Notes
Note for: Jack English, - Index
Residence:
Place: Seldovia, Alaska
Individual Notes
Note for: David Williams, - Index
Individual Note:
from Mary Mathieson...
"Another tenuous connection on Dad's side came from the sister of his first wife... another Burwell daughter who married David Williams, Anglican Archbishop of Huron (an early item in the "document" notes flowers sent to his funeral in October '31). He had a family of handsome sons and daughters who, as tradition dictated, caused their father a bundle of trouble. My connection with this family came about at the time of my father's funeral. One of the daughters, Margaret Smith, came with her engineer husband Jim. In a compassionate move to help these young orphans, they invited me to spend a month in the summer with them on their (gentleman) farm on Base Line Road in London. This I did for the next two or three years. It was a pleasant holiday...berry picking; gathering fresh corn and other veggies fresh to pop in the pot; learning to swim in the pond that Uncle Jim had drained and lined with gravel to make a beautiful pool; turning the butter churn; learning to drink the fresh warm milk that the obliging cow had given that very morning; trying to pick the red cherries from the tree before the robins did, so that Aunt Marg could make one of her gorgeous cherry cakes. The one slight difficulty with those two or three long ago summers was that the Smith's daughter, known as Sis, was about my age but seriously mentally handicapped. I spent most of my time with her and it was probably good for me to learn to accommodate to her difficulties but I was too young not to find it often quite stressful. I also remember going with them to "Bishop Stowe", the beautiful Victorian mansion assigned to the Huron Diocesan Bishop and his family. It was later sold and used as Miss Matthew's School...a private institution that educated the children of well-to-do London families at the elementary level. My sister's children [Susan, Walter, and Martha Blackburn] were among them."