This website is for the descendants of William Warner (1808–1845) and Sarah Leitch (about 1805–1893), and for anyone else interested in the history of the Warner family. It also tracks many of our more distant cousins, descendants of William’s paternal grandparents, William Warner (1753–1801) and Elizabeth White (1755–1807) of Howden, Yorkshire.
The mission is to research, preserve, and share our roots and our history, our documents, pictures, and stories, and to bring the family together.
If you’re new to the site, you may want to start with a look at our family tree. You can also search for a family member below.
New Information about William and Hannah, Our Fourth Great Grandparents
When you do family history, every so often you get that big breakthrough — the moment when you find a missing puzzle piece that has eluded you for years.
This, for me, is one of those moments.
In 1966, my parents (Joe and Lorraine Warner) bought a farm near Markdale, Ontario. Well, it wasn’t really a farm. It was half of a hundred-acre property in farming country.
Over the next fifty-seven years, it’s been a resort, a refuge, an activity hub, and a home for five generations of the Warner family.
Another DNA Breakthrough
For almost three years, I’ve been posting articles about the Warners, my father’s side of the family. It makes sense, given the name of the website. This time, however, I’d like to talk about some people on my mother’s side.
Today’s story is about Sophia Lunn, my second great grandmother, and her family.
It was 125 years ago today, on April 15, 1897, that my paternal great grandparents, Harold Rix “Harry” Warner (1874–1944) and Mary Jane Harber (1875–1942) said their wedding vows. It happened in Orillia, Ontario, on Lake Simcoe, about 130 kilometres north of Toronto.
I’m saddened to share the news of the passing of Elizabeth Glennon, my third cousin, in Ocala, Florida on September 17, 2021.
A few years ago I wrote about the DNA evidence that seems to confirm our descent from a couple who lived in Yorkshire in the second half of the eighteenth century. In the almost two years since then, I’ve found even more evidence.
He Would Have Been Ninety-Five on Remembrance Day This Year
Joe Warner, my father, was born on Armistice Day of 1926. It was the eighth anniversary of the end of World War I. Exactly eighteen years and five months later, on April 11, 1945, he enlisted in the Canadian Infantry Corps.
I have just learned of the passing of Warner family member Cathy Coleman this past June. It is with great sadness that I share the news with all of you.