I 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 Within a month or so, I was finally able to pull together the story of this elusive uncle.Warner Stories (unpublished)
Many of you know that I have been working for years on a book about our family. The working title is Warner Stories: A Narrative Family History for the Descendants and Relatives of Harley Warner and Helen Price.
With the book about half finished and a couple of years at least away from being published, I’ve decided that’s maybe it’s time to share some of the chapters that are ready to go.
It might be the saddest of all the sad stories I’ve discovered while researching our family. Poor Uncle Tom just couldn’t get a break. He died tragically and alone at the age of forty-four.
For reasons you’ll understand when you reach the end of the chapter, the family’s oral tradition included not a single word about Uncle Tom. Even though I only know him from what I’ve found in public records, he has become very real to me. When my wife and I visited his grave in Brooklyn, New York a few years ago, I was very conscious that it was, almost certainly, his first visit from a family member in over a hundred years.
I’m pleased that I was able to reconstruct his story and I urge you, by reading the chapter below, to join me in honouring a family member long forgotten but now remembered.