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I am seeking a descendant Robert M. Lee and Mary Manson. Robert was the son of
John Edward Lee, partner of the Blaine, McKay, Lee Co. Robert's parents lived on
South Lake St. in North East, PA. In 1943, his in-laws moved in with them. They
were David and Robene (Ruby) Manson. I hope is to return a family photograph to
their descendants. I would be grateful for any information you could provide.
Very truly yours,
I believe this is the man you are looking for. I went to school with him and he lived on
South Lake street. Robert Lee, 2106 North Cascade Street, Colorado Springs, CO 80907
I'm grateful for the address you provided and excited that this research may be drawing
to a close. All of this searching revolves around a photograph that I bought in Vermont
over a year ago. You can see a scan of the photograph at
http://www.forensicgenealogy.info/contest_130_results.html. Colleen Fitzpatrick,
forensic genealogist and the web site's owner, is on copy. I submitted the photograph
for her photo contest, and she graciously posted it. I believe the younger boy in the
photo is the brother of Ruby McLeod Manson. Ruby was Robert M. Lee's Mother in
law. The Robert M. Lee I'm referring to was born around 1903 in Illinois; the son of
John E. Lee. The family appears in North East in the 1910 census. If you went to
school with Robert Lee, could it have been a son, Robert Jr, perhaps? If you have this
man's phone number, I would be grateful if you would share it with me. Otherwise, I
will write to him soon.
The Robert Lee that Dick went to school with is:
Robert D. Lee
2106 N CASCADE AVE
COLORADO SPRINGS, CO 80907
WRIGHT, KIRA LEE (Age 34)
LEE, MARY M
LEE, KRISTIN MICHELLE (Age 32)
LEE, BEVERLY S (Age 61)
I researched one of the associated names returned with Robert D. Lee's phone
number. By her age, Beverley Lee is likely his wife. I homed in on Kira Lee Wright.
She has a very unique name with lots of "net spoor" for tracing. I believe she's Robert
D.'s daughter. It seems she married a man named Peter Wright, and they're living in
Portland, Oregon with two daughters. I left a contact message for his wife on his
blog. J. R.
As a hobby, I indulge in some aspects of forensic genealogy (see
http://www.forensicgenealogy.info/contest_130_results.html). Lately, my research has
led me to Erie County, Pennsylvania. I am seeking a descendant of Robert M., and
Mary (Manson) Lee of North East Borough, PA. I have found enough clues to suspect
that they were your grandparents. If this is your lineage, I encourage you to reply. I
am not selling anything. I have information to share and no other agenda.
Very truly yours,
Those are indeed my grandparents. I'd be interested in what you have to share.
I agree that the two children look boyish, but I truly believe the older is Ruby. The
dress and shoes are decidedly more feminine and the hairstyle, while very severe, is
very reminiscent of the picture of my great grandmother I sent you last week. All of the
4 Curtis sisters (ages approximately 12-20) sported the same very severe hairstyle
(differing only in styles of bangs) in photos taken in the last 1880's, the same era as the
As further evidence that the older "boy" might be Ruby McLeod, I offer these pictures
from "Victorian and Edwardian Fashion: A Photographic Survey." Certainly the
youngest woman has a very boyish appearance helped in large part by the severe
hairstyle. Even portraits of some royal princesses and archduchesses of the day are
almost without exception "mannish" because of the hair. Diane Burkett
I live in London, Ontario, Canada which is a stone's throw (or should I say cheese
throw) away from Ingersoll, Ontario. Our Ingersoll has a well-known poet by the
name of James McIntyre who used to be a furniture maker and then later an
undertaker. He was known as the "Cheese Poet" and also the "Worst Poet in Canada".
You have me stumped however regarding the poem that immortalized the tragic event
of the boy drowning in a mill-race because most of our Ingersoll poet's works were
cheesy topics such as a 7,000 lb cheese going to the fair, tips for cheesemakers, etc.
Funny, I assumed the back of the card WAS correct and the poet went for the
HAPPIER ending. Good to know it was the other way around. I showed the picture to
a few people here at work and they were quite interested in the attire...Dave Doucette
75% of that was guess work on my part. I couldn't find anything concrete about the
Mackay/Mcleod family and the drowning, so I focused on Ingersoll and poet and
arrived at James McIntyre. His dedication to cheese was rather admirable. Thanks for
the quizzes. Great fun. Binh Tran
I see that he was "acclaimed" by some as a bad poetry writer, but I'm sure I'm worse...
There once was a man whose poetry did please
‘specially when he wrote “Ode on the Mammoth Cheese”!
He was the subject of a quiz
To answer it, you had to be a whiz
But it was easier after a couple whiskeys!
Oh I gave up too quickly! I wasn't sure about that poem. I really enjoy doing the
quizzes (this one was pretty easy!). That's so exciting they may get their photo back! I
would love to find some old treasures from my ancestors. Where can I do more of this
type of research? This is right up my alley! It feeds my obsessive need to research! :)
I love looking at old photos, and am always wondering what was going on at the time it
was taken. I'll definitely be checking your site out regularly, and would love to hear the
story behind the McLeod picture. (I was also wondering why the older boy seemed to
be dressed up like a girl.) I trolled through as many Cheesy poems as I could stand to
try and get the extra credit, but it was just too much to take. Clark Aycock
I did have to skim through some pretty cheesy (in every sense) poetry. I have to admit
it's kind of like a train wreck... you don't really want to look at it but you can't help it. I
especially liked "Ode to the Mammoth Cheese". Another bit of irony: I work for a
company that makes equipment that (amongst other things) is used largely for
cheesemaking. I did notice that the boy lives in the poem... Mr. McIntyre was
Hollywood before his time. :) Mark Ream
There was a Poet from Ingersoll, James McIntyre, by name,
He was called “The Cheesiest Poet”, which brought him fame.
His occupation was that of a furniture man,
But his poetry touched persons in every land.
His poem, “Providential Escape” tells the events of a child,
Who lost his life as one sometimes does in the wild.
I know from experience that family oral and written history is often not entirely true.
My great grandfather was said to have joined the Union Army when he was anywhere
from 13-15. For over a hundred years that was the story in my family. The thing is that
everyone believed, or wanted to believe, the story so much that no one had done the
math. We do have two birthdates(years) for him but even using the latest one for him
made him 17 when he enlisted and 18 when he left Eau Claire with his unit. I was not a
popular person when I presented this fact at the family reunion. Dave Richardson
I read way too much bad poetry to find this; LOL. Jim Kiser
If yes, he was a furniture maker and undertaker
(and how pleased he'd be, this rhyme to see....)
Your doc will find me frowning
I'm looking for a drowning
In Oxford County
Or Ingersoll town
Finding a bounty
Of cheese and whey
But drownings? Nay. Mary Fraser
A Providential Escape
Providential escape of Ruby and Niel McLeod,
children of Angus McLeod, Ingersoll, little Neil
McKay McLeod, a child three years of age, was
carried under a covered raceway, upwards of one
hundred yards, the whole distance being either
covered over with roadway, buildings or ice.
A wonderous tale we now do trace,
Of little children fell in race;
The youngest of these little dears,
The boy's age is but three years.
While coasting o'er the treacherous ice--
precious pearls of great price--
The elder Ruby, the daughter,
Was rescued from the ice cold water.
But horrid death each one did feel
Had sure befallen poor little Neil;
Consternation did people fill,
And they cried "shut down the mill."
But still no person yet could tell
What had the poor child befel [sic];
The covered race, so long and dark,
Of hopes there scarcely seemed a spark.
Was he held fast as if in vice,
Wedged 'mong the timbers and the ice,
Or, was there for him ample room
For to float down the narrow flume?
Had he found there a watery grave,
Or been borne on crest of wave?
Think of the mothers agony, wild,
Gazing through dark tunnel for her child.
But soon as Partlo started mill,
Through crowd there ran a joyous thrill,
When he was quickly borne along,
The little hero of our song.
Alas ! of life there is no trace,
And be is black all over face ;
Though he then seemed as if in death,
Yet quickly, they restored his breath.
Think now how mother she adored
Her sweet dear child, to her restored,
And her boundless gratitude
Unto the author of all good.
Swept through dark passage 'neath the road,
Saved only by the hand of God,
No wonder Father now feels proud
Of little Niel McKay McLeod.
|Several of James McIntyre's poems
have been showcased in the paperback
book Very Bad Poetry by Kathryn and
Ross Petras. They wrote: ''Writing
very bad poetry requires talent -
inverse talent, to be sure, but talent
nonetheless. It also helps to have a
wooden ear for words, a penchant for
sinking into a mire of sentimentality, a
bullheaded inclination to stuff too many
syllables or words into a line or a
phrase, and an enviable confidence that
allows one to write despite absolutely
A more complete analysis of McIntyre's
poetry can be found at:
Having found the poem, John's further research on "Niel McKay McLeod" produced
Ingersoll Chronicle & Canadian Dairyman
Thursday, October 02, 1884
McLEOD--In Ingersoll, on the 25th ult., Neil MacKay, son of Angus McLeod, aged 3
years and 4 months.
James McIntyre was the undertaker/furniture manufacturer mentioned above in the first
flood story. He is remembered for his God-awful poetry (Ode to a Mammoth Cheese
Weighing 7,000 Pounds). His furniture store jingle was "Please to let me go, Ma, to
McIntyre's to get a sofa." He had the good business sense not to write a jingle for his
Nevertheless, bad poetry does not grant enough poetic license to alter the outcome of a
drowning. According to the newspaper, and the photo annotation, the boy drowned.
John decided Niel must have survived the drowning and died later of complications.
Hence the poem. Vicki found and sent this:
|Story of 1887 flood as it appeared
in the NY Times.
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1. James McIntyre
2. The Poet Laureate of Cheese
3. Furniture maker and undertaker
Bonus: A Providential Escape
|Many thanks to John Roberts for submitting this photo.
|Answer to Quiz #130 - October 14, 2007
|1. What poet was associated with this community?
2. What was his nickname?
3. What was his real profession?
Extra points if you can come up with the poem he wrote
immortalizing the tragic events described on the back of the picture.
|Title Page of James McIntyre's
Musings on the Banks
of the Thames
It includes the poem
A Providential Escape
The back of this photo describes the
terrible tragedy of a little boy who fell into
a mill race and drowned. A mill race is
the current or channel of a stream for
conducting water to or from a water
wheel or other device for generating
energy to power a mill. The source of the
water for a mill race is usually a pond or a
stream that has been channeled downhill,
sometimes with a restricted flow, to
increase the water pressure sufficiently to
drive a water wheel. According to the
caption on the back of the photo, the
younger son of Mary Mackay McLeod
John became convinced that the smaller boy in the photo was George Angus Mcleod.
Relative amnesia could easily take the phrase "One boy fell in a mill race, and one boy
drowned." to "One boy fell in a mill race and drowned." Since both boys died in
childhood, having no heirs, he decided to seek Ruby's descendants to receive the photo.
From the vital statistics of the Oxford County Library:
|Groom: Manson, David A.
Bride: McLeod, Ruby
Date of Marriage: March 8, 1910
License or Banns: L
Place of Marriage: Ingersoll
mill to make steam. In the apartment were Mr. and Mrs. John Bowman and their three
children; Mr. Bowman's father, John McLean and his 18 year old son, Alexander
Laird, and his wife and child.
Mrs. Bowman and her youngest child were swept along holding onto a piece of
furniture. Mrs. Bowman was saved, but she lost hold of her child who was drowned
and never found. Mr. Bowman was bed-ridden and luckily floated to safety. The other
members of the family escaped. The McLean boy's body was found among the
cordwood. Alec Laird was drowned, his wife and child swept to the river. Mrs. Laird
tried desperately to reach safely but her child slipped from her and was drowned. The
dam was never rebuilt, however a small pond did remain. In 1901, the Tillsonburg,
Lake Erie and Pennsylvania Railroad was built through the pond bottom. The
Chronicle states that in the 1870's, three mill-dams in the town gave way in the same
manner when considerable destruction was caused but with no loss of life.
As legends go, a baby torn from its mother's arms and drowned, trumps a child
drowning in a mill race. John was getting discouraged. In desperation, he tried a
Google combination of McKay, Mcleod, "mill race," and Ingersoll. One of the returns
yielded Oxford Library's "James McIntyre Poetry Contest", and the poem "A
Providential Escape" from Musings on the Banks of the Canadian Thames, 1884 edition
(Highlighted items are clues to what really happened.).
If that wasn't enough to trump a drowning
child, Vicki found a second story:
King's Mill was built in 1846, on the south
side of King Street West, just east of Whiting
Creek. This creek flows north into the
Thames River. South of the mill was a
20-acre pond extending south eastward to
Wonham Street S., which Mr. King used to
operate his flour mill. He built what he
called a mill-dam behind the mill.
When steam power was installed, the dam
deteriorated. On April 4, 1887 at 7 o'clock
in the morning, the dam broke. Beside
Whiting Creek was a 4 dwelling apartment.
This was totally destroyed by cordwood
coming down the river, which was used at the
Thanks to the efforts of John Roberts
Bob Craig, Vicki Wahl, and other
members of the History Posse, we have
found Kira Wright from Portand, OR,
the great great granddaughter of Mary
Mackay McLeod. Kira is thrilled to
receive such an interesting picture of
her family, along with such a
fascinating family story.
|Comments from Our Readers
Wow. I found myself with goosebumps
reading through some of the details
you have found. It is fascinating and
covers family history that I didn't
know anything about. I knew Rubene
(my great grandmother), and I knew
she came from Collingwood, but I
didn't really know anything before
that. I talked to my dad (Robert D Lee
in Colorado Springs) tonight, and read
him your email and he was similarly
moved. On the one hand, it is incredible the information and the references you have
been able to fine. And on the other hand, it makes me sad that there is so much I don't
know about my family history. My dad was aware that Rubene had a brother that had
died young (but only knew of the one brother - your research says there were two). He
said that Rubene was the youngest of three daughters. I assume he only knew about the
daughters because both sons died so young. Did you come across the other sisters in
your research? Katie and... I can't remember the other.
I have forwarded your email to my father and to a cousin of mine who has done some
genealogical research, and even travelled back to Collingwood and Ingersoll.
I am looking forward to receiving the photo. Thank you again, Kira
The Cheese Poet
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the Worst Poet in the World
|The Story - As Told by John Roberts, Founding Member of the History Posse
was swept away by the running water of a mill race in Ingersoll and drowned.
John Roberts is a founding member of the History Posse in Vermont. John purchased
the quiz photo from an antique store along with several other photos that were part of
the estate of Mary Lick of Middlebury, VT. Mary left her estate to her alma mater Lake
College in Ohio. The photos were evidently auctioned off to the antique dealer.
John's Plan A was to research Ingersoll, find THE mill, then find the McLeod residence
|Location of Ingersoll, Ontario, Canada
nearby. Unfortunately, Ingersoll had
scores of mills. A topographic map of
the region suggests it is flat as a pancake
with Ingersoll the exception. Ingersoll
had enough change in elevation to
promote many mills. Further, it was
home to a huge Scottish immigrant
population with McKay and Mcleod being
the Smith and Jones of the area.
John's Plan B as to research the local
folklore. In John's words, "In my home
town, if a boy drowned in a mill race, the
incident would become legend. Mothers
would chide their children to stay away
from that mill or you'll wind up like that
McKay boy. Children would spin it into
ghost stories and dare each other to go
John's Plan B was to research Ingersoll
history, find the legend, and trace it back
to the facts. Here he caught his first
break when he befriended Vicki Wahl, the
librarian at the Oxford County Library in
Ingersoll. The OCL is the center of
genealogical research for the area, with
an extensive archive of local newspapers
|GoogleEarth Satellite Image of Ingersol
that is accessible online.
But it seemed there was no local legend. Ingersoll was a maze of mills. Each mill had
it's own story of founding, structural integrity, maintenance, and failure. Some of the
failures were spectacular and would easily dwarf the story of a drowned child. For
From Ingersoll: Our Heritage provided by Vicki Wahl, p. 51:
The Flood of 1894
In May of 1894, there was a sudden melting accompanied by warm rains. The Harris
Creek, which flows through central Ingersoll became badly flooded and three dams on
this stream gave way. As water rushed through a conduit on King Street East, it
washed away the foundation of the brick building on the eastside of the stream on the
north side of King Street. This building was part of the brick block formerly known as
the Jarvis Block, but at the time of the flood, it was known as the Campbell Block.
When the floodwaters washed out the foundation of the building adjoining the stream,
the brick wall fell into the water, which caused the floors of the building to slope to the
stream. The building was occupied by James McIntyre. Coffins, rough boxes and much
furniture fell into the rough waters and were carried down to the Thames River. The
river was high at this time, and many boats were tied up to the trees along the shore.
Young men got in the boats and took after the furniture and coffins. Much of the
merchandise was pulled on shore at Paton's Sighting, three miles west of Ingersoll.
Upholstered chairs were seen floating down river as far as Dorchester [about 10 miles
away]. Water flowed over King Street and down Water Street a foot deep.
This story had it all for a good juicy legend, floods, destruction, coffins, and furniture.
|The large oval to the right is where Angus and
Mary McLeod lived. Within the same
intersection, on the opposite corner, lived
James McIntyre, fellow Scottish immigrant,
fellow Masonic lodge member, and fellow
Oddfellows Lodge member to Angus McLeod.
It would be difficult for them not to know each
other. The small oval on the left is where
McIntyre had his furniture, and undertaking
enterprise. It was washed away in the 1894
flood, but in 1884, it stood near Partlo's Mill.
The dotted line shows the approximate path
Neil took on his near fatal ride. Clearly,
McIntyre was in the thick of the action and
decided to immortalize the incident in a poem
in spite of his critics.
Feb 21, 1884, p3 c2
A MIRACULOUS ESCAPE
A Child Falls into a Mill Race, and is
Carried Under the Street
On Thursday afternoon an accident
occurred in town which happily did not
result fatally, although the escape may be
said to be almost miraculous. Two
children of Mr. Angus McLeod -- a boy
and a girl, aged respectively five and
three years, were being drawn on a hand
sled by another child on the sidewalk
down King Street East, and when opposite
Mill Street the sled was overturned
precipitating its occupants into the mill
race, running under the street from the
pond to Partlo's Mill. The little girl
caught hold of a projecting plank and
was rescued without sustaining any
serious injury. The boy, however, was not
so fortunate, but was drawn in by the
swiftly flowing current and carried out of
view, passing under the street a distance
of 200 feet to the gate of Partlo's Mills, when after being in the water for nearly ten
minutes he was rescued in an insensible condition, and to all appearances drowned, the
face being black. Restoratives were administered and after considerable rubbing the
child was brought back to consciousness and is now as well as ever beyond a feeling
of soreness in his limbs, after his involuntary underground voyage.
O.K. mystery solved. He survived, but he died the same year? Again, from Vicki:
Oct 2, 1884
|Neil's approximate path. McIntyre's shop was
added (in red) to the map by John. The
Oddfellows Lodge is in one of the buildings on
The first drowning accident of the season
occurred on Smith's Pond better, shortly
after dinner, by which George, the 8 year
old son of Mr. Angus McLeod, lost his
life. The unfortunate youth in company
with some companions was skating on the
ice, which was perfectly safe with the
exception of a strip at the south end of the
pond, which had only been frozen over the
night before. It was at this point the lad
broke through and sank at once to the
bottom. There were only a couple of other small boys near by at the time, and they
being unable to rescue their companion quickly spread the alarm. A large number were
soon on the spot including the agonized father, and the body was recovered about half
an hour after the accident occurred. The remains were immediately conveyed to the
parents residence, where every known means were made use of to bring about
resuscitation but without avail. The deceased was a bright intelligent lad and his
sudden death will be a terrible blow to his parents who have the deepest sympathy of
Jan 4, 1894
Perhaps no event that has taken place in Ingersoll has called forth a more universal
outpour of sympathy, from all classes of the community, than the sudden taking off, by
drowning of Georgie McLeod, only son of Angus McLeod, who together with his good
wife have long been well known and highly esteemed in Ingersoll. From the time the
poor little fellow was brought home on Wednesday, until the day of his funeral
[Saturday afternoon], Mr. McLeod's dwelling was visited by scores of deep
sympathizers of the bereaved. The neat little coffin which held all that remained of a
darling little boy, was literally covered with flowers, sent and brought in by friends far
and near. Rev. Mr. Hutt conducted the services, and his tender and loving remarks
must have given great consolation to the grief stricken parents. Nearly all of the
employees of the Noxon foundry marched at the head of the funeral procession, through
the town, followed by a large number of carriages containing the mourners and citizens
of Ingersoll, who were assembled on this more than ordinary occasion to express their
sympathy and kindly feelings. It must have been comforting to the bereaved ones to
know how fully their great sorrow was participated in by the community at large.
Many families in our town have been
visited by sorrows of various kinds, but
we can think of none parallel to that
which has overtaken our esteemed fellow
townsman, Angus McLeod. It is not many
months ago that we were called upon to
relate a most wonderful escape from
drowning, it being the occasion of poor
little Neily McLeod having fallen into the
race running under King Street to Partlo's
Mill and now we are called upon to chronicle the death of the poor little boy by an
accident almost unprecedented. While visiting a friend north of the river with his
mother, poor Neily with some other children were amusing themselves in a swing and he
was thrown back against a pot of lye and unfortunately lost his balance and fell
backward into it, his body being very much burned, and from the consequences of
which he died the same night. The funeral took place on Sunday afternoon from the
residence of Mr. McLeod on King Street to Putnam. Though the rain incessant a large
concourse of friends assembled to show their sympathy and respect to the family. Both
Mr. and Mrs. McLeod have long had the respect and esteem of a large section of the
community. As an Oddfellow and Mason, Angus has enjoyed the fullest confidence and
brotherly love of both bodies to a very large degree, having been a most active member
in both lodges. The members of Oxford and Samaritan Lodge, IOOF, gave a vote of
sympathy to himself and family at their last meeting. We sincerely trust they may never
have to pass through another affliction of this kind. To one like our Angus who has so
well filled the station of a man and brother in his daily walk of life, we must all feel to
mourn with him in this his hour of deep anguish.
John decided to seek Angus and Mary's other son, George Angus McKay. Neil and
George were born four years apart, but Neil never lived to age four. Therefore, they
could never have shared the earth together --let alone a photo session. This photo was
failing the "smell" test. If it was a hoax, it was perpetrated over a hundred years ago
and for what purpose?
John blames this on something he calls "Relative Amnesia." Relatives forget details in
direct proportion to their distance from each other and their distance from a common
ancestor. His parents often swapped his sisters' names. Aunts and Uncles confused
him with his brother James, but slipped him a dollar, so he got over it.
In this case, the general story is there. Mary was George's sister and had two sons.
One of them fell into a mill race and died (though later). Saint Vicki, the librarian, found
that the photographer, W. K. Fowler, operated in Ingersoll only between 1888 and
1890. Did you just say, "Aha!?" Neil died in 1884. In spite of the great story, this
can't be Neil in the photo. George would have been between four and six years old in
that time frame. So what became of George?
December 28, 1893
|Location of Smiths Pond where George
Angus McKay drowned.
Groom's Occupation: Merchant
Groom's Martial Status: Bachelor
Groom's Age: 27
Groom's Religion: Presbyterian
Groom's Residence: Collingwood
Groom's Father: Manson, John
Groom's Mother: Jardine, Jessie
Bride's Profession: Organist
Bride's Martial Status: Single
Bride's Age: 28
Bride's Religion: Presbyterian
Bride's Residence: Ingersoll
Bride's Father: McLeod, Angus
Bride's Father's Profession: Carpenter
Bride's Mother: MacKay, Mary
|Groom's Witness: McLeod, Mary
Residence of Groom's Witness: Ingersoll
Bride's Witness: Manson, Thomas
Residence of Bride's Witness: Collingwood
By Whom Married: Bright, Alfred
Date of Registration: April 6, 1910
Of the witnesses, Thomas Manson was David's brother, and Mary was Ruby's sister.
As for Jessie Jardine, David's mother, John found:
The Collingwood Enterprise
January 25, 1923
Died: last Thursday, Mrs. John MANSON, at the home of her son David MANSON,
daughter of the late John JARDINE. She was born in Nottawa Village in 1854. She
was brought up by her grandparents, Mr. & Mrs. David JARDINE. Married in 1880.
Buried Duntroon Cemetery.
So Ruby married on March 8, 1910. John found that her mother, Mary, died shortly
afterward on March 17. Ruby was listed among the survivors. "Besides the husband,
she leaves to mourn her loss, three daughters, Mrs. David G.[sic] Manson of
Collingwood and Misses Katie and Mary." Her father, Angus, died July 18, 1913.
Again Ruby was listed, "The deceased who was aged 67 years is survived by three
daughters, Mrs. D. Manson and Miss Katherine, of Collingwood and Miss Mary at
home." Her Aunt Jean MacKay, another sister of George MacKay, died February 28,
1933. Ruby is listed under her maiden name. Could it be a typo, or did she divorce?
"Surviving are three nieces, Ruby McLeod of Collingwood; May[sic] McLeod, Erie,
PA; and Kate McLeod, Erie, PA." This is the last trace John had of Ruby.
|The Photo Returns Home to Its Family
By consulting the records for the borders crossings into the US, the Craigs found that
Mary McLeod (Ruby's sister), moved to North East, PA, when she was 17. She listed
her profession as a Phone Operator. On one of Mary's (Ruby's daughter) crossings,
she listed her place of visit as her Uncle Fred Evans. The 1930 US census shows a
Fred and Mary Evans and their children, a boy 7 (George) and a girl 1 (Marjorie), living
in North East, PA. Mary's information is correct in her place of birth, age, and her
father and mother's place of birth. So this looks like the connection of the family to the
North East, PA location.
In 1943, David and Robene (Ruby) immigrated to the US (Pennsylvania) to live with
their daughter Mary (Manson) Lee (b. 29 Aug 1913). She and her husband Robert M.
Lee, lived in North East, Erie County, PA.
Amazing detective work. You all have taken me past a stumbling block that has
stopped me for a year. I did not know that Ruby's name was Robene, that she had a
daughter, Mary, or that they settled in North East Borough, Pennsylvania. What
software are you using, and where can I get it?
I'll let you in some things I did know. The contest photo references George McKay
and describes Mary McKay McLeod as his sister. I have photos of George McKay
Bob Craig and his wife Jo Anne, Quizmasters Extraordinaire, came up with the missing
pieces of the puzzle:
including the one I've attached here. George had a
partnership in a milling company called Blaine, McKay,
Lee. He must have been close to his partners, because
he named one of his sons George Blaine McKay and
they referred to him as Blaine. It's not a stretch to
believe that he was close to his other partner, John Lee,
and that his niece would marry his partner's son. Lo
and behold, John Lee had a son, Robert M. Lee.
Further, the Lee's lived on LAKE Street near George's
son in law, Walter Lick.
I can't find Robert and Mary in the 1930 census, but
they may have had a child by then. Have you had any
luck? Attached is the photo of George McKay with the
anecdotal information on the back. I found John Lee as
a railroad clerk in Cook County, Illinois, just as the
photo claims. See Series T623, Roll 277, Page 24. By
the 1910 census, he's living in North East, PA, on Lake
Street as a Manufacturer, Flour Mill. Seven year old
Robert M. is part of the family. See Series T624, Roll
1343, Page 37. In 1920, seventeen year old Robert M. is
with his parents at the same location. See Series T625,
Roll 1567, Page 215. Can you find Robert and Mary in
the 1930 census? HeritageQuest doesn't have that year
indexed. By the way, North East, Pennsylvania is
paradoxically in northwest Pennsylvania. The name
refers to the North East borough of Erie, Pennsylvania.
I have a very good contact from that area.
Mary Mackay McLeod
|AND THE REST IS HISTORY!!!
|Ingersoll Chronicle & Canadian Dairyman
Thursday, March 10, 1910
Pg: 6, Col: 2
MANSON-McLEOD--Last evening at the
home of Mr. and Mrs. Angus McLeod, King
St. E., the marriage of their eldest daughter,
Ruby, to Mr. David G. Manson of
Collingwood, took place. The wedding was
very quietly solemnized in the presence of
relatives and immediate friends of the family,
at the request of her mother, who is critically
ill. The Rev. Alfred Bright, BA of St. Paul's
Presbyterian Church, officiated. The bride was
given away by her father. She was charmingly
attired in white mull elaborately trimmed with
lace and insertion. Miss Mary McLeod, sister
of the bride was bridesmaid and Mr. Thomas
Manson of Collingwood, was groomsman.
Miss McLeod has been organist of St.
Andrews, Collingwood, for some time and at
one time was organist of Chalmers Church,
Woodstock, where she rendered most
excellent service. Her many friends in
Ingersoll, Woodstock, Collingwood, unite in
wishing her many years of happiness, health
(Submitted by Dave Richardson)