Some of what I’ve learned about Mary Eleanor (my Dad’s Grandmother), has been through my cousin Anne who provided me with a copy of Dick Chandler’s work in progress, titled 208 Acres: The History of the Hadath Family. I do know that my own cousin, Ted, collaborated with Dick Chandler on my family’s information and so I feel comfortable using it.
“Mary Eleanor Haddow was born on 1st February 1878 at Barrow-in-Furness, Lancashire, England, the second daughter of John Haddow and Mary formerly High. Her birth was registered at Barrow on 7th March 1879, the Registrar being Roger Taylor.
Mary married my Great Grandfather John Moors, a Driver, the son of John Moors and Grace Bartlett, on 29th February 1903 at Hamilton, Wentworth, Ontario. John was born on 12th July 1877 in Lambeth, then in Surrey, England, but now part of London. The ceremony was witnessed by Ormand V Smith and Margaret Haddow (Mary’s sister). Mary’s religion was Presbyterian, John’s was shown as “Aug.” which is likely a transcription error for “Ang.” i.e. Anglican. R. Martin performed the ceremony. It was at this wedding that William Thomas Haddow met Emma Stafford.”
Mary’s husband John, died on May 19th 1918 during the German bombing raids of Etaples, France and he was laid to rest there. Plot 65 Row C Grave 6. His regimental number was 757124.
This would have been a difficult time for Mary, who had been alone, with six children since John’s enlistment on the 22nd November 1915 at the age of 38. The following year, Mary Eleanor lost her mother and the family moved from their home at 227 Murray Street in Hamilton, to 42 Jones Street, just behind the cemetery.
As I explored google maps, I noticed that the Murray Street residence and others on that same block would have, at some point, been cleared for commercial property use and is a Best Foods store. I have, however, located her other residence and will post them here. I hope to visit these places, as well as her resting place this coming summer.
Later, Mary mortgaged the Jones Street House and moved to 30 Kinrade Ave.
“Mary Eleanor died on 12th February, 1944 in Hamilton and her obituary appeared in The Hamilton Spectator, on Monday, February 14, 1944.
Mrs. Mary Moors – In failing health for some time, the death occurred on Saturday of Mrs. Mary Eleanor Haddow Moors, widow of John Moors, at her home, 139 1/2 John Street South. Mrs. Moors had lived in Hamilton practically all her life, and her kind and generous nature had won for her a wide circle of friends. She was a member of the Centenery United Chruch, and left to mourn her loss are two sons; John, in Margrath and Robert, city; two daughters, Mrs. James Larmour, city, and Miss Betty Moors, at home; three brothers, Thomas, city; George, Powassan, and Joseph, city; one sister, Margaret Haddow, at home; and eight grandchildren. The remains will rest at the residence of her brother, Joseph Haddow, 55 Clyde Street, until early Tuesday, when they will be conveyed to teh J. H. Robinson Co., Ltd. funeral home for service in the chapel at 2:15 o’clock. Interment will be made in Hamilton Cemetery.”
I will share biographical information as recalled by Mary’s son, John, my grandfather, at a later date. I would dearly treasure any other photographs that might be in existence, of my great grandmother.
My cousin, Anne, shared that Mary crocheted a tablecloth as a wedding present for her niece, Edith Emily Haddow and Robert Ambrose McKeown.
When I returned home after time spent with my father, this past summer, I was determined to interview my paternal aunties about my family. I had never felt such an urgency to record their stories as I did after losing my Mom, her laughter and her memories. The thing is…once a person collects the archives, the narratives, the recordings and the photographs, it’s important to sort them into some concrete ‘container’. They need to take a shape.
This morning, my camera battery is plugged into the wall recharging. My tape recorder is set to pause at minute 22 of an interview with my Auntie Ruth Rollingson…my ancestral record from Dick Chandler (sent to me by my cousin, Anne) is open to L400 William Thomas Haddow and I am so excited and blessed, I am bursting at the seams! Auntie Ruth speaks about her memories of my Great Grandmother, Mary Eleanor Haddow’s crocheting and her obsession with good manners and courteous behaviour. Later, I will publish this recording here, as a part of the provenance of today’s MAGIC! But for now…I have to write about yesterday’s delivery.
Mary Eleanor Haddow, with her family. She is center back.
My grand Uncle, William Thomas Haddow (usually called Tom), married Emma Stafford. (much more to be said about Emma…as well as her brother Charles, who apparently ended up a well known photographer in Calgary and archived by the Glenbow Museum…but that will have to wait). Tom and Emma had two little girls; Agnes Mary (Mae) and Edith Emily. When Edith married Robert McKeown, she received as a gift, a crocheted table cloth from my Great Grandmother Mary Eleanor.
Yesterday, I received a box delivered to my door, from my beautiful cousin Anne who lives in Kansas…you guessed it! Wrapped in tissue, lovingly, and with photographs that provide treasured provenance, the table cloth. I broke out into tears AND hoots of every sort. My cousin, Margy, joined me at the feast table as I retold the story for her. I am so blessed beyond belief. I ran my fingers over the delicate crochet, knowing that this was made lovingly by a woman I treasure simply through the few stories that remain of her. I am grateful to you, dear Anne.
This photograph shows the table cloth in use sometime in the 1940s and includes young Anne, with her mother, Edith.
This next photograph shows Edith’s son, Gerry, enjoying a Christmas feast some time in the mid 1950s. An exceptional photograph…with a very special table cloth.
And this morning…warmed by Christmas light, the beautiful gift of a table cloth, to be treasured forever as a special remembrance and reminder of the power of family and of Christmas love. Your generosity amazes me…I cry as I type these words.
March 17, 2014
After a short phone conversation with Auntie Ruth just yesterday, I learned a couple of other stories about my Great Grandmother Moors. My Great Auntie Margaret, who lived with my Great Gramma from the time that John Moors died in France, gave Ruth heck once when she picked up a bottle of whisky that was stored under the kitchen cupboard, in order to read the label. My Great Auntie Margaret said that it was for her Grandmother for making a hot toddy when she was sick and she was not to touch it again.
About this, Great Gramma Moors said, “I will not go to my maker with the smell of whisky on my breath!”
At this point, Auntie Ruth broke out into a hymn that she remembers singing in church when she was taken along on a Sunday with her Grandmother.
139 1/2 John Street South