Helen Price (1898–1967), my grandmother, attended Ontario Ladies’ College (now Trafalgar Castle School) during her sophomore and junior years (the school years 1912–1913 and 1913–1914). We don’t know where she had spent her freshman year, but we do know that she left O.L.C. in 1914 to spend her senior year back in Toronto, at Malvern Collegiate.
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It’s been almost five years since I first told you the story of my great granduncle Thomas Benson Warner, an older brother of my great grandfather, Harold Warner. I told you how Tom seemed to drift from job to job, moving back and forth between Toronto and New York City, how his first wife Maria died tragically young, and how his right hand was crushed in a trainwreck (a life-altering injury for a typesetter, as Tom was).
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The Life of a Loyalist in Vermont
This is the story of my Loyalist ancestor, Colonel Samuel Wells.
He ran an underground courier network, in the final years of the American Revolutionary War, that provided a vital communication link between the British commands in the cities of Quebec and New York.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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University of Toronto Paediatric Residency Program
We’re very proud of our cousin Warner Finstad, who is is in the second year of his post-graduate residency at Sick Kids® Hospital in Toronto. He was recently chosen as one of the recruiting spokespersons for the University of Toronto Paediatric Residency Program.
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I have a Christmas story for you about a humble young couple, a long and difficult winter’s journey, and a beloved baby boy.
No, it isn’t the couple, the journey, or the baby you’re thinking of. It happened about 1,830 years after that other couple travelled to Bethlehem to be counted and taxed.
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Continue readingI have a special affection for James [Warner] and Margaret [Quinn]’s fifth child, their third son, Thomas. Our great granduncle was one of the hardest of our relatives to track down in the records. For years he was a mystery. Then, in the spring of 2015, the missing puzzle pieces started to turn up and fall into place. Within a month or so, I was finally able to pull together the story of this elusive uncle.
Warner Stories (unpublished)