Poole Genealogical - Dorothy May Campbell


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Poole Genealogical - Dorothy May Campbell 1

Dorothy May Campbell. 1

THE CAMPBELLS OF QUEBEC 9

0/1. John Saxton Campbell, 11

0/2. Archibald Campbell, 13

0/3. Henrietta Campbell, 15

0/4.  Louisa Sophia Campbell, 16

0/5. Charles Campbell 17

Peter Engler: 18

Isabella Prior's Family Tree: 19

The Pryce Brownes. 20

The Fulfords of Fulford, Devonshire. 20

The Reaves and Christies of Toronto:- 22

 

 

Dorothy May Campbell.

Her own narrative.

wife of Otis M. Poole.

 

 I was born in Yokohama, Japan, May 18/1895. the daughter of William

Wallace Campbell, born August 22/1860 in Quebec, Canada, and Clara

Edwina Rice ("Calla") born September 21/1871, in Hakodate, Japan. My

mother's people had been long resident in the country, her Grandfather,

Colonel Elisha E. Rice, of a long line of New Englanders from early

colonial days, having been the first American Consul in Japan, barring

Townsend Harris. My father's forebears, originally Scottish, were

United Empire Loyalists in Canada, whose genealogy and that of the Rice

Family, is given later on. Rice File

 

I was born at No.7 Bluff, Yokohama, along the closely built-up hogsback

of land above the Bay and harbour which, with the business district

below had been allocated by the Japanese to the foreign community; - and

there, too, my brother Archibald Kenneth was born October 2/1896.   My

maternal grandparents, as well as my identical twin Aunts Mabel, then

unmarried and Lily married to an Englishman, Frank Gillett, with their

child, my cousin Evelyn, were all living in Yokohama at the time.  Oddly

- unlike the author of the famous poem, - I do not remember the house

where I was born; only the larger and grander one of my Aunt Lily

Gillett's who lived across the lane,  and the quite small bungalow of my

grand-parents.  Inside the former, I remember a bewildering Victorian

clutter of intriguing small tables and bric-a-brac, the presence of a

cold and disinterested Uncle, and, in the wide, glassed-in verandah,

enormous blue & white porcelain jars containing tall, fan-leaved palms. 

(These seem to have been the regulation fittings for the verandas of

Yokohama even to the time, years later, when I was a bride and had two

such of my own!).  But the delights, for a child, of Aunt Lily's home

were all outdoors, where a fascinating, typically Japanese rock-garden

cascaded down one bank of the incredibly steep driveway, to end at the

bottom in a small, square lawn.  This was equipped with swings in which

our older cousin Evelyn gave turns to my small brother and me.  I also

remember a merry little Japanese girl in a bright kimono who scampered

with us along the winding paths and over the brushwood bridges of the

beautifully constructed endlessly intriguing rock-garden.  She was

probably the child of the betto (coachman) who lived in a small cottage

by the gate, - and who then did not wear the drab present-day uniform

of chauffeurs the world over, but the spotless three-quarter length

blue & white patterned Japanese cotton coat.  The coats bore the

insignia of his employer, whether a private person or a trading house,

and were worn over immaculate tight fitting, white native trousers,

while a wide, cloth-covered straw hat like an inverted basin, completed

the dashing costume.

 

All foreigners lived on this winding hogsback high above the blue waters

of the bay, and the nature of the terrain meant that most gardens fell

below the level of the road and were generally charmingly landscaped,

according to the wealth of the owners or of the foreign firms who

maintained residences for their senior employees.  My grandparents'

bungalow did not enjoy these advantages, being small and cramped and

hidden behind a high wooden fence, with a short brick walk bordered by

curious little clumps of dusty, blue-berried grasses, which led to an

open veranda, while a thick grove of bamboo hid the servants quarters

behind and the sudden drop into the village below.  Here the delights

were all indoors, where a gentle Granny brought down for me a beloved

rag doll with a porcelain head which had been my mother's when she was a

little girl, or a brisk young Aunt whistled to her tame canary in the

dining room.

 

I remember the drawing room quite clearly, too: - the draped mantel

with the bamboo "what-not" above it. - and in one corner of the room

enchanting square blue & white porcelain buckets suspended by straw rope

from a revolving porcelain wheel. Here too however was another alarming

male, - our fierce, brown-eyed black moustached, heavy-browed American

Grandfather, more frightening to us children, because he asked questions

of us, than was ever Aunt Lily's cold, blue-eyed, blond-bearded English

husband who ignored us.

 

Two other pictures stand out beside the scattered memories of various

small playmates in Yokohama, - and those are of the great deodars, the

band-stand and the tennis and croquet lawns of the Bluff Gardens, a park

reserved for Europeans, their children, perambulators and Chinese or

Japanese amahs; - and a breath-taking ride by rikishaw along the

steepest part of the Bluff down to a bathing beach at the farthest end.

Little did I know that the precipitous cliff over which I then peeped

from a rikisha on my amah's lap, fascinated by the junks and steamers

far below, would one day hurtle down in the great earthquake of 1923,

leaving a wide, impassable gap where the road had been.

 

Late in the year of 1897 or early '98, my father was trans-ferred for a

time to Hongkong, an environment so strangely different from that of

Yokohama as to be somewhat intimidating to an overly imaginative child.

Though father's office was in the town on the island of Hongkong, we

lived across the bay on the mainland at Kowloon, in a large brick

building in which we had an apartment.  The rooms were so high-ceilinged

and empty in comparison with the cluttered cosiness of the clapboard

houses built by foreigners in Japan, that all I can recollect of them

now is their size - and the huge spiders which my father shot from the

ceiling with an air-gun!

 

There is an unhappy picture of getting "lost" around the block, - and

an equally distressing one, to small children of meeting a drunken

English Marine and his drunken sailor friend along the road! Chinese

voices were noisy and gabbling, so that even the most peaceable

conversation sounded to us like a fight; -and somehow, quite unfairly,

perhaps, China has always remained for me a disturbing country. The

one jolly picture of Hong-Kong days is of the bathing parties got

together by my parents off the Company launch; and the unforgettable,

awe-inspiring journey by cable-car up the steep sides of the Peak, the

magnificent, winding Bay spread below one with the high-pooped Chinese

ships and foreign steamer like tiny water-beetles among the islands in

the sun. In Kowloon there was a Park, - with a band-stand, glorious

strutting pea-cocks and wide-spreading, fern-like "sensitive trees"

whose fronds promptly closed at the inquisitive touch of childish

fingers. Unforgettable, too, even to a little girl, were the figures

of large, bearded Sikh policemen, as well as those of the dapper, white

uniformed young officers of the Royal Navy and of the British Colonial

Regiments stationed there.

 

In 1901 my father was given home leave and we all traveled via San

Francisco to Quebec where we children first met our venerable white-

bearded grandfather.  He was an esteemed barrister and Protho-notary

for the province of Quebec and his able opinions and judgments written

in a fine spencerian hand, are still preserved and consulted in the

Court-house of Quebec. These were proudly shown me years later when my

husband and I visited Canada in 1941. At the time when we children and

our mother first saw my grandfather, he had been a widower for many

years, living still at the old family home, "Thornhill"; and I have a

vivid recollection of that first glimpse as he strolled up from the

barns behind the dormer-windowed gray stone house.  After the familiar

Japanese ponies and the small carts we knew, the large haywains and

huge farm horses of "Thornhill" made an indelible impression on us

children; and, though only six or seven, I still have equally vivid

memories of the flower-bordered vegetable garden, the sweet-scented

meadows, the rolling lawns and the big sugar maples and wide-spreading

oaks of this, my father's old boyhood home.  And last, but not least,

there was the formidable old Irish housekeeper "Nin" who had been

the family nurse in my Grandmother's day and bewildered Archie and me

by falling on my father's shoulders and declaring between copious tears

that it was the happiest day of her life.  Living nearby were also my

father's elder brother Colin and his wife and young daughter; - and at

the Hotel Chateau Frontenac were father's sister Agnes with her French-

Canadian husband, Ernest Hamel. I remember, too, how pretty was this

Aunt and how frail, never having recovered from the loss of her only

child, a beautiful little boy of about four.  There were cousins of

father's living by a lake, whom we visited too, whose names I have

sadly forgotten except that the mother was called Grace.  A snapshot

names the place "Inverness".

 

After bidding goodbye to Quebec, we then went to a second cousin of my

mother's, Judge James Burns Wallace, and his round, jolly wife Alice,

on their farm beside Hart's Pond in Canaan, New Hampshire, where again

there were hayfields, immense barns and a big homestead with wide

verandas, for Archie and me to roam in.  All a wonderful  experience

after cramped Japan.

 

Finally leaving America on the expiration of father's leave we returned

to Japan, but this time to be posted in the Southern port of Kobe at the

mouth of the Inland Sea, where beautiful hills rose steeply from the

business settlement and provided a delightful golf course and summer

resort, as well as pleasant Sunday walks through wooded groves past

little shrines or up narrow valleys to procure fresh eggs from the

farms.  We children never tired of watching the turning of the huge

water wheels beside the mountain streams, and of being taken into the

thatched mills to see the grain being pounded by the busy wooden hammers

activated by slow revolutions of the big wet wheels outside.   There was

a pleasing, elusive scent to the floury dust too, which still haunts my

nostrils and brings back, as scents so often do, a special vividness to

those delightful walks.  Besides holidays in the Kobe hills, we spent an

occasional Summer on Lake Hakone on the Idzu Peninsula at the foot of

Fujiyama or at Dzushi Beach not far from Yokohama where we watched the

fisher-men, standing at the edge of the water, fling their big round

nets over a tell-tale ripple and draw in a catch of fish.  Hakone held

the added excitement of long rides in Japanese "kago" - bamboo and

rattan palanquins - swinging up through heavily wooded hillsides past

ancient temples and sparkling streams, finally arriving at a picturesque

thatched village, with Fuji reflected in the reed bordered mirror of the

Lake. One went up to Rokkosan, the Summer resort of Kobe, in the same

manner, for there were neither automobiles nor funilcular in those

early days almost sixty years ago.  We would start from Kobe in a

cavalcade of rikishaws along the foot of the range changing to "kago"

up the mountainside, while the men usually walked beside our palanquins

or rode up on wiry little Japanese ponies On one occasion, lacking

horses, my amusing father once rode up astride an ox.

 

We lived in Kobe for five years, first in a small bungalow, then in the

usual two-storied clapboard house on the flanks of the hills, our garden

being supported, as were all the others, by a bunding wall fifteen feet

high.  Below us was a small temple, and there will always echo in my

memory the deep "bong" of its big bronze bell as the priest struck it

several times a day.  The roads in Kobe were very steep and one of my

most distressing memories is of poor over-laden horses struggling up

them, the Japanese having, unfortunately, little understanding of

animals and little sympathy to spare for them, since they themselves,

with ropes hitched around their waists and attached to bands across

their foreheads, hauled heavy loads too.  My father was one of the

founders of the S.P.C.A. in Japan, and until he left the islands a sick

man years later was one of the most ardent and faithful workers in that

field, gaining the interest and co-operation of the Japanese Governor

and influential businessmen who together effected great reforms.

 

Our schooling in Kobe was very haphazard and we were taught in private

homes by whatever earnest matrons our particular Anglo-American group

of parents could procure to tutor their children.  The only two

professional schools which Archie and I briefly attended were the

crowded Catholic Convent School, in which there were a number of

Japanese and Eurasian children, and one run by three pleasant English

school-mistresses, - an aunt and her nieces, - who shortly retired and

moved to Kyoto.  However, the last two governesses we and our friends

shared, were first an American and then a young English-man who each

had actual degrees in teaching.  Between them and the demands of our

international group, our grounding in European, English and American

history was truly cosmopolitan and broad in outlook and has, I think,

unconsciously influenced me all my life.

 

In 1904, when our mother was absent for some reason, Archie and I were

entrusted to the care of these three kind schoolmistresses in Kyoto. 

While there, we were taken one Sunday to a small brick church in which

the Japanese had humanely permitted a Russian priest to hold services

for their prisoners, - it was the time of the Russo-Japanese War, - and

I vividly remember the sight of these huge bedraggled Cossacks, escorted

by diminutive Japanese  guards, their rich, deep-toned, unaccompanied

voices filling the little church with sadness and nostalgia.   Before

the hymn began, there was no sound other than the sudden "ping" of a

tuning fork, and I recall no prayers being said; perhaps the Japanese

had prohibited these?  However, since it was then their earnest aim to

present before the world a picture of civilised adherence to the 

international codes of war, it is possible that in this particular my

nine year old memory may have been at fault. When peace was signed after

an astounding Japanese victory, England dispatched Prince Arthur of

Connaught to present a congratulatory Order to the Emperor.  He was

wearisomely entertained by both the Japanese and the British contingents

in every port, - and in Kobe by a reception at the British Consulate

where I was one of six little girls to go up two by two and hand him

incongruous bouquets of flowers. All over the country were joyful

victory parades, and in the harbors thrilling displays of fireworks, at

which both the Chinese and Japanese had long been experts.

 

Besides these particular spectacles connected with the Russo-Japanese

War the most vivid pictures left on our minds were the annual cycle of

national festivals: - the Boys', with gay wind-filled carp of paper or

cloth flying for every man child on bamboo mastheads from each house; -

the Girls', with lovely displays of traditional dolls; - New Year's,

with its emblems of pine, bamboo and plum at every door;  besides the

many festivals or "Matsuri", of the various religious sects when

dignified processions of priests were followed by immense carved and

gilded palanquins or shrines lurching and swaying on the shoulders of

rollicking aen.  There were also the funerals with priests and mourners

clothed in robes of white: a lovely basket cage on wheels from which a

flock of pigeons would later be released over the grave to symbolise

the ascent of the spirit to Heaven.  How beautiful this hopeful

symbolism is in comparison with our European funeral processions

swathed in gloomy black and the cold emphasis on "ashes to ashes"!

 

We children of the foreign communities were also regaled from time to

time by wonderful parties at the beautiful homes of the well-to-do

Japanese residents, charabancs being sent for us, our mothers and our

devoted Japanese nurses.  There were many little Japanese guests too,

all exquisitely dressed in their brightest kimonos, a kaleidoscope of

color on the wide lawns.  Professional entertainers were engaged to

fascinate the young with conjuring tricks, - and clever artists to

create before our eyes perfect little models of small animals, or

graceful sprigs of plum-blossom and cherry, all done in a special paste

of rice-flour and water and then daintily colored.  There were

delectable cakes, too, and gifts to be taken home; so no one forgot one

of these marvellous parties!

 

For the foreign children of Kobe, there were also regular bathing

expeditions to the Yacht Club down the bay, which we reached in company

by means of hired lighters towed by a launch; - and for Archie and me,

sailing in our father's succession of boats, yachting being his passion. 

There were, too, interesting public occasions among the foreigners, when

each national group celebrated its own special holidays:- for the

British, the Queen's Birthday; the Americans, Independence Day; the

French, the Fall of the Bastille, and so on, with games and races for

the children on the Recreation Grounds.  Jolliest of all, for our

parents was the St Andrew's Ball, given by the Scots, when tartans

whirled and everyone with a Scottish name wore, if not kilts, at least a

sash and a sprig of heather.  These did not come my way for many years

but I can well remember the enthusiasm with which my dainty little

mother, as a Campbell wife, practiced the reels.

 

In 1907, when I was 12 and my brother 10 1/2, Archie and I were taken

by our parents to England via America, visiting once again my mother's

cousins in New Hampshire. Grandfather Campbell having died the previous

year, we did not go this time to Canada, my parents objective being to

find suitable schools for us in Britain before the end of father's leave

and his obligatory return to Japan, though mother would be remaining

with us for the better part of a year.  These hard separations were the

inevitable lot of most foreign families in the Far East, particularly

among the British whose tradition of an eminent boarding school for

their sons was compelling.  My parents, however chose to settle Archie

and me in Guernsey, in spite of our having widowed Aunts in England,

partly because of the fine climate of the Channel Islands and partly

because lifelong friends from Japan, the Valdemar Blads (he a Dane and

she English) had retired there and would keep a constant and

affectionate eye upon us. Our every Sunday was spent at their home,

"Beau Sejour", where I became a great tomboy among my brother and their

five sons, the two eldest being our exact contemporaries, and one my

particular chum all through my girlhood. With them I climbed the great

trees on their extensive grounds and enthusiastically joined in games of

football, hockey, tennis and cricket.  There was an older sister, Helga,

but she was mostly in England with her grandmother.  My brother went, as

a boarder, to the same school the Blad boys attended,  Elizabeth 

College, founded in the great Queen's day;- and I to the excellent

"Ladies' College" patterned after the famous girl's school in

Cheltenham, whence our Headmistress and most of our teachers came. 

Among my fellow-boarders were the daughters of Tea Planters in Ceylon,

civil servants and retired military men from India and merchants from

Jamaica, South Africa and elsewhere in the Colonies, several bearing the

old French island names.

 

The Channel Islands are superlatively lovely,  gorse-covered cliffs,

with guardian Norman Martello towers and wave-filled caverns marking

the Southern coast, tree-arched water-lanes with their running streams

leading down past the towers to enticing coves and bays and sparkling

beaches.  The central table-land is given over to dairy farming and the

growing of tomatoes, grapes, flowers and vegetables for mainland

markets, the acres of greenhouses making an unromantic adjunct to the

old stone farm-houses.  To the North the land flattens into sand-dunes

where an occasional dolmen or cromlech has been uncovered by time; but

here treacherous finger of submerged rock run out into the sea and

account for many a tragic wreck.  The islands were at one time part of

the fiefdom of Normandy, indeed not islands at all but joined to it.

French is used in all proclamations and in the courts; and a patois is

still spoken among the fishermen and farmers.  In my day a Guernsey

penny of less value than the English was minted, and with the use of a

silver 50-centime piece added confusion worse confounded to our English

currency.

 

My school days were particularly happy in this Idyllic spot,  though

Archie, being a bit frail and not athletic did not fare as well in the

rough and tumble of his boys' boarding school.

 

We spent our first summer holidays with mother on the smaller island

of Sark, immortalized in Victor Hugo's "Toilers of the Sea", but after

her return to Japan our holidays were varied and when not arranged for

among teachers or others who would have us, we went most often to

London to our father's older widowed sister: "Haddie" who, during the

long absences of my mother in the Far East, virtually took her place

and exercised a great influence upon me.  One Summer, she took us to

Germany where she "drank the waters" at Bad Nauhein, Homburg and

Wiesbaden, including in our return to England a trip down the Rhine by

excursion steamer from Bonn to Rotterdam.  Wherever we were, Aunt

Haddie took us to neighboring points of interest; and while in Bad

Nauheim, we saw the arrival of the Czar and Czarina of Russia and their

children at the nearby palace of Alexandria's parents the Grand Duke

and Duchess of Hesse Darmstadt, whom they were visiting incognito.

 

Aunt Haddie was also responsible for getting us leave from our

Guernsey schools to see, from the vantage point of a friend's house

overlooking St.James' Park, the magnificent Coronation procession on

June 22nd, 1911, of King George and Queen Mary.  It was particularly

interesting in retrospect for the other still-reigning monarchs of

Europe, as well as jewelled Indian Princes and Potentates from all over

the Empire, rode in resplendent uniforms behind the great gilded coach,

the lines of marching soldiery continuing for hours, a memorable sight.

Among the guests of Aunt Haddie's friend in Carlton House Terrace on

this occasion was the young grandson of the Duke of Argyll, a few years

younger then Archie, to whom we were introduced as "fellow-Campbells"

though I doubt if this impressed any one of us children.

 

Aunt Haddie was a beautiful and accomplished woman who had traveled

widely in Europe with her husband Capt. Alfred Jephson, R.N. and during

his lifetime led a fascinating life.  In 1891, he was appointed Honorary

Secretary of the first Royal Naval Exhibition given in London that

year, in the success of which King Edward, then Prince of Wales, was

keenly interested; and was afterwards knighted by Queen Victoria for

his outstanding part in the undertaking.  Before this when stationed on

the Isle of Wight, Alfred had several times sailed aboard the Royal

Yacht "Britannic" and he and Aunt Haddie were often guests at Osborne

House where they met the Royal Family informally and earned the

particular respect and liking of the Prince of Wales who when Sir

Alfred died on September 12/1900, wrote Aunt Haddie the kindest possible

letter in his own hand. Queen Victoria also dictated a personal note of

condolence, as did her widowed daughter-in-law, the Duchess of Albany,

and her grandson the Duke of York (afterwards George the Fifth) who

referred to Alfred as "his friend".  During Lady Jephson's widowhood,

Edward saw to it that a brace of partridges or grouse was delivered to

her from time to time from his "shoots", as well as tickets for Ascot

and Ranelagh.  Besides these interesting royal contacts, the Jephsons

met many of the well-known writers and painters of the day: - the du

Mauriers, Browning, Oscar Wilde, Lecky and George Russell ("A,E,")

among the writers; - with Whistler (who lived opposite them), Sargent,

Leighton, Alma-Tadema, Millais and George Boughton among the artists.

The last-named encouraged Aunt Haddei in her own painting and she

subsequently had pictures hung in the Grafton and other galleries of

London, as well as several private exhibitions, one graced by Princess

Beatrice.

 

After her husband's death Aunt Haddie was very lonely but having both

beauty and wit never lacked for friends, wrote three or four books of

travel and reminiscence and, until her health failed worked hard for

several charities and the Primrose League; and continued to follow much

of her previous round, -the London season, the Races, the Riviera, the

German Spas and so on.  Hers was a fascinating personality and Archie

and I were fortunate that, having no children of her own, she lavished

her warm, if somewhat exacting, affection on us.  With her we saw, and

learned the history of, the historical landmarks of London, went to the

galleries, attended a service in the Chapel Royal, and visited the

country homes of several of her charming friends.  Though we young

people were occasionally bored by all this, I cannot thank her enough

in retrospect.

 

My mother's widowed twin sisters and our cousin Evelyn were also in

London in our school years living quietly in Hampstead; and Archie and

I enjoyed the relaxed and familiar atmosphere of their pretty flat

filled with Oriental things, where nothing  in particular was asked of

us and we were completely at ease. But we saw nothing, when with them,

outside the family circle.

 

Others who influenced us were my father's gentle spinster cousins,

May, Rosie and Heyland Pryce-Browne the youngest sister deeply wrapped

up in a devout Anglo-Catholicism which later drew Archie in to that

orbit and determined his high church clerical career.  Their only

brother Bertie Pryce-Browme, a Captain in the Royal Marines, was killed

in Belgium early in the first World War, leaving Archie and me with no

male relative in England, a lack which was particularly unfortunate for

him.

 

In 1912, when I had just turned seventeen, my parents came home on

leave; and after another Summer together on the small island of Sark,

they returned to Japan, seeing me off first from London with a Guernsey

school-mate Esmee Le Feuvre and four others from England and Scotland

for a year's schooling in Germany.  This was a wonderfully broadening

experience for the classmates who joined us in Dresden came from Norway,

Sweden, Finland, Holland and Java, Canada, Germany itself and even from

Russia and Romania, whereas our three teachers were German, English and

French.  In such a polyglot group, one common language was imperative

and we soon all learned to speak fluent German.

 

Dresden since devastated in a second World War, was then filled with

beautiful cathedrals, palaces, galleries and parks, having also a fine

theatre and opera house. We were taken as well on delightful expeditions

into the mountains around us or by excursion steamer up the gorges of

the Elbe, returning sometimes by moonlight while everyone on deck joined

in singing old German folk-songs.

 

Our school was housed in a handsome building not far from the Crown

Prince's palace and had once been the Chinese embassy.  There were

parquet floors in our bedrooms, a marble entrance hall, and great

porcelain stoves everywhere,  a pleasant recollection of "gemutlicheit"

to offset the horrors of the war soon to follow.

 

After Germany, just prior to my eighteenth birthday, my parents called

ue back to Japan, refusing to allow us to be presented at Court as Aunt

Haddie begged, feeling that it would play no part in my future life.  I

left London in the early Spring of l913 for Berlin and the Trans

Siberian Railway in the charge of a dear friend from Yokohama, "Uncle"

Leonard Healing.  It was an unforgettable journey of two weeks across

such a vast territory as to include every variety of scenery and

climate; dark forests and deep snow, dry steppes and choking dust which

managed somehow to penetrate the tightly closed double windows; then

snow again and a break-down on the edge of Lake Baikal, the wind

wheeling the flakes about us; and at the far end of the lake, just

visible, the chimneys of the sad political prison.  The small wayside

stations all along the line were desolation itself, with peasants

huddled for warmth around the big iron stoves inside; and just a few

rough log homesteads scattered about.  There were, I think, only one

train East and one West a week and these met quite ceremoniously at a

half-way crossing point, all the passengers excitedly piling out to

exchange the news of the day. I particularly remember two Chinese

students among them, whose home dialects were so dissimilar as to find

it easier to talk to one another in English   The trans-Siberian trains

were most comfortable, except that water was so jealously hoarded that

the much advertised baths were never used, except as a depository for

empty bottles.  The carriages were solidly built and rolled along

smoothly on the widest gauge roadbed in the world, but even so it was a

relief finally to reach Vladivostock and the hoped-for but still

elusive tub!  Having been delayed at Lake Baikal for repairs, we missed

the connecting boat to Japan, so had to spend one night in a

Vladivostock hotel, where once more we were told that baths were

unfortunately not available! Next morning, when we got aboard the

Japanese steamer, an amusing line of passengers immediately formed,

armed with towels and sponges, waiting eagerly for their first real

wash in a fortnight; and never did hot soak feel more delicious!

 

The charm and daintiness of Japan, with its green paddyfields pretty

thatched cottages, blossoming trees and the first glimpse of Fujyama,

were most refreshing after our sombre journey,  a prelude to three

years of the jolly life awaiting any debutante of the foreign community

in Yokohama or Kobe.  I was particularly happy, through those

chaperoned days in having zestfu1, sympathetic parents whose sunny

natures endeared them to young and old.  There were tennis and dancing,

amateur theatricals and concerts (in all of which my mother excelled)

picnics and sailing with my father in his graceful yacht "Daimyo", as

well as parties aboard the occasional warships in port, (German among

them to begin with) all made the more exciting for us since men

conveniently outnumbered the girls in all the Treaty-ports and romance

abounded!

 

My most determined beau was an American, Chester Poole (Otis

Manchester, in full) whom I married in 1916, - and from that moment on

my story ceases as an individual narrative and merges with his.  Our

parents had long been friends and it is odd that his mother should have

given me, when I was only twelve and bound to boarding school, a gold

brooch of her own in the form of a lover's knot, having enamelled

forget-me-nots entwined in it.  Little did she think that I should one

day grow up to be her daughter-in-law. Perhaps this graceful emblem had

something to do with our happy marriage, - who knows?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dorothy Campbell Poole's Paternal Ancestry

Her own Narrative of:

 

THE CAMPBELLS OF QUEBEC

 

Note 10/2001: alternative origins of the Saxton family at the end of this paper.

 

A history assembled from family books letters and papers; from

inscriptions on tombstones in the Saxton plot in Mt Hermon Cemetery

Quebec; from Court Records; and above all from the invaluable family

trees compiled by my cousin Myrtle Campbell Fender through years of

patient research.  Without the generous loan of these and her constant

help, for which I am most grateful, it would have been impossible to

contrive this narrative.  Nor would it ever have attained its

genealogical sequence without my husband's constructive arrangement and

useful elaborations  D.C.P.  1964.

 

 

My Campbell ancestors were Scottish settlers in Colonial America, the

first of our line, according to my Aunt Harriet Campbell, having left

Scotland on retiring from the Army and settled in Virginia, just where

we do not know.  Perhaps, as another family legend has it, he came to

Maryland. Uncertainty also exists as to whether he stemmed from the

Campbells of Argyle or those of Breadalbane.  The latter belief was

accepted by Aunt Harriet (later Lady Jephson) in her book "Notes of a

Nomad", and was shared by my father and his second cousin Ernest

Rankin, a barrister of Montreal, all three equally great-grand-children

of the first Archibald Campbell of Quebec.  However, Lady Noble, who as

Margery Durham Campbell was the granddaughter of that same Archibald

and therefore a generation closer, says in her biography "A Long Life"

that her father believed the family to have come from Argyle which was

also the firm conviction of my father's younger brother Lt.Col. Kenneth

Campbell.  His daughter, my cousin Myrtle Fender, tells how Kenneth

often recounted an event of his boyhood when he and his two brothers

Colin and Willie stood with their father at a crossroads near their

Quebec home "Thornhill" , resplendent in their Argyle tartan to wave a

welcome to Princess Louise and her husband the Duke of Argyle, when the

latter arrived in Canada as the new Governor General; and their pride

when the Duke, on spying them, stopped his carriage "to greet his

kinsmen".

 

The fact that our grandmother Isabella Prior Campbell was on the

distaff side descended from distinguished Campbells of Breadalbane, and

very proud of it,  may have given rise to later confusion, particularly

since her constant practice of dressing the children in the Breadalbane

tartan is one of her daughter Harriet's early girlhood memories and

possibly influenced her thinking. In an old letter written from

"Thornhill" in 1872, Isabella confesses that her husband Archibald

twitted her on her fervent predilection for her Breadalbane forbears;

and his amused tolerance seems to suggest that he, on the contrary,

held himself to be an Argyle.  Be that as it may, Cousin Myrtle and I

feel that the tradition of the Argyle origin of our first Colonial

ancestor is probably the correct one.    Beyond these slender and

conflicting clues, we have nothing positive to go upon and our factual

history begins with his son:-

 

Archibald Campbell, born 1753 (we do not know where) died 1818 in

Quebec. During the American Revolution, he married in Old Trinity

Church, New York City, Charlotte Saxton (1762-1830) younger daughter of

of John Quelch Saxton (l733-l809) late Captain in the Grenadier Guards

and brother of Capt. Sir Charles Saxton, R.N., Bart of Circourt and

Caldecot House, Abingdon, Berkshire.  The British Army being then in

occupation of New York City (1776-l783) they were married by the

Military Chaplain probably about 1780 when Charlotte would have been 18

and Archibald 27.  The record is said to be in the Register of the

Horse Guards in London. Since the Saxtons are equally our ancestors, I

give here what we know of them:-

 

 Clement Saxton, married Joan Justice and died 1736.

  Their son was:-

 Edward Saxton, Merchant, of White Friars, London who married

Elisabeth, daughter, of Thomas Bush. They had six children:-

1. Sir Charles Saxton, 1st Baronet, Captain Royal Navy 1762; commanded

H.M.S."Invincible" with Hood at St.Kitts, Jan. 1782; Commissioner of

the Royal Dockyard at Plymouth l789; died 1808 and buried in Gloucester

Cathedral.  He acted as Second to the Duke of Richmond in his famous

duel with H.R.H.the Duke of York. Married in 1771 Mary, daughter of

Jonathan Bush of Burcot, County Wexford, Ireland.

They had two children:

1. Charles, 2nd Bart, 1773-1838, who died without issue and the

Baronetcy became extinct

2. Mary, married Admiral Robert Dudley Oliver.

They had several children. Their eldest surviving son John Oliver, born

1809, inherited Circourt and was a J.P. and D.L. for Berks.  He married

1st in 1837 Matilda, only daughter of Col. Morgan of Llandough Castle,

County Glamorgan. She died the following year and he married 2nd in

1849 Lucy Diana, daughter of Col. Thos. P. Mannsell of Thorpe Malsor,

County Northampton; and had one son, Robert Dudley Mannsell, born 1853.

2. John Quelch Saxton, (1733-1809) Captain, Grenadier Guards. We do not

know whom he married but they had two daughters:

1.  Harriet, who never married.

2. Charlotte Saxton, (1762-1830) who married c.1780, our ancestor

Archibald Campbell.

3. Clement Saxton, died 1810, Colonel Berkshire Militia.

4. Anne Saxton.

5. Mary Saxton, married John Brome.

6. Elizabeth Saxton married a Mr.Prince of Abington and had two

children, Norman and Elizabeth.

 

 

At the time of his daughter's marriage to Archibald Campbell, Capt.

John Quelch Saxton possessed extensive lands on the Delaware River in

Pennsylvania which, according to tradition included most of the ground

on which Philadelphia now stands. On the outbreak of the Revolution, he

was offered a Generalship in the American Army which he refused,

remaining loyal to the Crown.  Archibald Campbell likewise adhered to

his allegiance to Britain whereas a brother espoused the Colonial cause

and became a Captain in the American Navy.  Unfortunately, we do not

know his name.  When the war ended, the property of those who had

supported the Crown was declared forfeit and over 100,000 Loyalists

either returned to Europe or migrated to Canada.  Capt. Saxton and

Archibald, having both lost their possessions, determined to move to

Canada and like many other United Empire Loyalists sailed with their

families to Shelburne in Nova Scotia, later making their way to Quebec

City.  There they established their new hose on St.Foy Road, calling it

"Saxvilla".  This road originates in the heart of the city as St.Jeans

Road under which name it runs out Westward for a mile beyond the old

wall before it becomes St.Foy Rd. which in turn develops into the

highway to Montreal along the North bank of the St.Lawrence.  In those

days, St.Foy Rd would have been well out in the country above the

Battlefield and the Plains of Abraham and both farms and residences

were surrounded by many acres of land.  There is no clue as to where

"Saxvilla" stood but in the years that followed, it was often referred

to as "The Big House".  Apparently the Saxtons and Campbells lived

together as both Capt.Saxton and Archibald died there, the former in

l809 and the latter on July 20, 1818.   In no family chronicles is

Mrs.Saxton mentioned by name and it is possible that Capt.Saxton had

long been a widower and looked after by his daughters.  This, however,

is mere conjecture.  We know little of the lives of Archibald and

Charlotte, or the Saxtons, after their arrival in Quebec; but in spite

of the loss of their possessions in America, they seem to have lived in

comfort and brought up their children with the traditional graces and a

good education.  As to Archibald's occupation, a possible clue is

afforded by a very fine portrait of him in the possession of a

descendant of his granddaughter Charlotte, George Mellis Douglas of

Lakeside, Ontario, an explorer of North Western Canada and author, who

describes the painting as of "a very handsome old gentleman, some of

whose features are strongly reproduced in many of his descendants. The

portrait has an open window in the background through which the sea and

a ship are depicted.

I have a hazy recollection of having heard my father say that he was in

some way connected with the shipping business."  It may be that

Archibald founded a shipyard in Quebec as his eldest son John Saxton

Campbell is known to have been connected with the firm of Campbell &

Black, shipbuilders of Quebec. More on this subject appears in John's

life.

 

Charlotte's spinster sister Harriet struck out for herself by

establishing a Ladies' School in Montreal on St.Paul's St which was

still flourishing at the time of her father's death in l809. In her old

age, during the 1830s Harriet lived with her niece Henrietta Sheppard

in "Woodfield", the Sheppard home in Quebec.

 

After Archibald's death in 1818, his widow Charlotte continued to live

in "Saxvilla" with her two young daughters for some years but the place

was probably sold on her death in 1830

 

Archibald and Charlotte Campbell had 3 sons and two daughters:-

 1. John Saxton b. 1782 d. 1855

 2. Archibald              1863

 3. Charles        1792    1872

 4. Henrietta

 5. Louise Sophia  1800    1885

 

In telling of their lives, I shall, for convenience, deal with Charles

(my great grandfather) last.

 

0/1. John Saxton Campbell,

is believed to have been born in New York before the family moved to Canada, presumably about 1782, and died in l855. He married Mary Vivian, born -, died 1877. They had no children.  To quote his niece Margery Durham Campbell (Lady Noble)  "He was not only tall and well built but very strong, calm and collected and of a very different character from my father Archibald who was lively active and too good-natured Uncle John had large timber or lumber coves and I think must have been associated with his brother-in-law, our Uncle Sheppard, as they both had to do with large rafts and timber coves.  The wood used to be brought down the river from the forests to the city in enormous rafts and I have often watched them, - huts in the center for the raftsmen to sleep in and flags on poles stuck about. Ships would be loaded by stevedores with cargoes of great logs for England from these rafts."

In 1835 John purchased from the estate of Andrew Lachlan Fraser the ancient Seigneurie of L'Islet du Portage, Pointe Seche, near St. Andre de Kamouraska on the lower St. Lawrence.  Founded in 1672 the Seigneurie, after many vicissitudes, passed out of French into Scottish hands in 1764, and in 1777 was bought by Capt. Malcolm Fraser in whose family it remained for three generations.  Extending 6 miles along the St. Lawrence with a depth of 8 miles, it embraced 30,000 acres of virgin forests and small farms.  Set back on a bluff fringing the river stood the manor house, ruggedly built of staunch timbers by ships' carpenters in the French Colonial manner, while fringing the shore below were strung granaries, a mill, warehouses, a school, wharves and a shipyard. Here the Frasers had built several schooners and a square-rigged ship. The manor house itself dates from their last years.  Our family lore has it that timbers from the Seigneurie were ferried across the St. Lawrence to the shipyard of John Sexton Campbell for the construction of the "Royal William", the first ship to cross the Atlantic solely under steam, in 1832.  This dovetails with the historical fact that the "Royal William" was built in the yards of Campbell & Black, ship-builders of Quebec and identifies John Sexton Campbell or his father Archibald, as the Campbell of that partnership. Another anecdote linking John with ship-building comes from Lady Noble who recounts that "My Uncle John had prodigious physical strength and it is told of him that when a schooner being launched stuck on the ways, he put his shoulder to her and the vessel moved off."

It was three years after the building of the "Royal William" that John Saxton Campbell bought the Seigneurie at Pointe Seche, no doubt a sequel to the lumber transactions with the Frasers.  John and his wife Mary Vivian spent their Summers at Pointe Seche from 1835 to 1841 but it seems that after that the house was seldom occupied and left in charge of a caretaker who lived in the cottage.  John died at Penzance, Cornwall, April 2 1855, his widow living on till Nov.17/1877. Having no children, he bequeathed Pointe Seche after his widow's use, to all his nephews and nieces who included my grandfather Archibald; and he being a lawyer, administered the estate for his Aunt Mary until her death. It was during these years 1855/1877 that my father William Wallace Campbell and his brothers and sisters spent so many childhood Summers at the Seigneurie of which they all held treasured memories. On the widow's death, one of the nieces, Sophia's daughter Louise Wurtele Rankine, bought out the shares of all the others and took over the Seigneurie which she eventually bequeathed to her two youngest sons Capt. Alan and Ernest Rankin, who came into their inheritance on her death in 1936.

In 1941, when my husband Chester and I were motoring in Canada we found Pointe Seche after a diligent search, about 100 miles down river from Quebec.  Imagine our delight, on struggling up the stony path, to be met by one of these now elderly sons, Ernest, who happened to be there with yet another brother to make certain readjustments necessitated by the Canadian Government's annulment of ancient Seigneural rights effective that very week.  He most kindly showed us all over the quaint, weather-bleached and now almost empty house, regaling us with curious legends. The echoing house stood high off the ground, an unusually wide veranda encircling the main floor, to which a flight of broad wooden steps gave access. From the main entrance in the last gable, an airy hallway ran straight through to the West end where similar steps led down to the garden.  Spacious living rooms opened into the main salon reaching up two stories with a gallery along one side. The bedrooms upstairs, divided by a central hall, were quite simple. One had been securely boarded up "because of the ghost." In another an austere iron bed had given repose to Lord Wolseley during the Red River Insurrection in 1870. A decrepit grand piano still stood in one corner of the drawing room and a few oil portraits on the denuded and weather-stained walls looked forlorn and reproachful in the musty atmosphere of disuse.  A gaunt old French retainer, whose mother had been housekeeper in my grandparents day, gallantly insisted in his broad patois that I closely resembled one of those feminine ancestors whom he claimed to remember clearly as a visitor to the Seigneurie during his childhood.  He even recollected what an exceptionally strong swimmer my grandfather had been.  What has become of this old Seigneurie since then we have never heard; but its dreamy atmosphere of timelessness lingers with one nostalgically[i].[ii]

0/2. Archibald Campbell,

born circa 1788, died July 16/1863 in Quebec.  He married April 8/1817,

Agnes Durham George, also of Quebec, whose ancestors were the

Strathmores of Glamis Castle. "She was a girl of great refinement and

had a remarkable taste in poetry." She outlived her husband 18 years,

dying in 1880.

 

Archibald was His Majesty's Notary for Lower Canada and one of the

duties of his office was to administer the oaths to the Governor

General on his arrival from England.  He also had his law office.

Speaking of her childhood his wife (Lady Noble) says: "Our house faced

the Citadel, where the Governor General lived, and the Union Jack

flying told us the way the wind blew. In the moonlight, the shadows of

the grand old poplar trees in the Governor's garden fell along our

street.  Opposite us was another garden where stood the obelisk, the

monument to Wolfe and Montcalm."  This latter Square, now called

"The Governor's Garden", lies between the Citadel and Chateau

Frontenac, a commanding site at the tip of Quebec over-looking the

river.   Lady Noble continues: " I remember walks with my father and

mother when we went through the Gate St. Louis to get into the Country.

The gloom of the Gate and the darkness of the sally-port half

frightened us children." (The St. Louis Gate was demolished in 1871.)

"Father was not only himself musical, playing the flute from boyhood

but a patron of music all his life. By nature lively, active  too good-

natured he perhaps wasted money on promoting music.  Naturally his

children were also musically gifted, possessing fine voices and playing

various instruments.  We owned the Seignuerie of Ste. Cecile de Bic,

which brought him no profit. On it, he built a cottage from the veranda

of which one could look across the St. Lawrence to the far shore; and

our family spent the Summers there."

 

Archibald and Agnes had eight children:-

1/1. Sophia Georgina Campbell, born about 1818 died in childhood when 5

   or 6 years old.

1/2. A daughter who died at six months.

1/3. Charlotte Saxton Campbell, 1820-1852.  Was clever and musical.

   She had an exquisite soprano, early developed and sang a solo in the

   cathedral at the age of 15.  She married at 18 or 19 George Douglas,

   Quarantine Officer for Quebec.  They lived in Summer on the lovely

   island "Grosse Isle"  where later on over 5,000 fugitives from the

   Irish potato famine  of 1847 were buried.  They had 4 sons and 1

   daughter.

   2/1. Campbell Mellis Douglas, an Army Surgeon, Colonel, who was

      awarded the Victoria Cross for rescuing 17 soldiers from

      rebellious prisoners on the Andaman Islands and getting them

      safely to a ship under heavy fire. He married the young widow of

      Surgeon Valentine Munbee McMaster, 78th Highlanders, also a V.C.,

      won at Lucknow in the Sepoy Mutiny who died leaving a year old

      son Bryce McMaster.  (1934 Bryce was living at 15 Park Crescent

      Oxford.) Campbell M Douglas' own sons were:-

      3/1. George Mellis Douglas, born circa 1870, an explorer by

         canoe of the remote Canadian Northwest and a well-known

         author.  (His adventures are told in "Lands Forlorn" published

         by

         the Knickerbocker Press, Putnams N.Y. 1914.) In 1937 he was

         living at Lakeside, Ontario and a snapshot taken 5 years

         earlier shows him, lean and bronzed, with white hair, standing

         beside his canoe "Alcyone" and strongly resembling my father

         and his brother Kenneth.

      3/2. Lionel Douglas, who in 1934 was the Captain of the "Empress

         of Japan", the ship in which Chester and I and our 3 boys came

         from Japan to British Columbia in 1925. I do not recall of he

         was our Captain then.

   2/2. Archibald Douglas, Admiral, K.C.B., K.C.Vo., who had four

      children:-

      3/1. Archibald Douglas, Commander R.N. Killed in action 1915.

      3/2. John Charles Edward Douglas, Major 10th Yorkshire Regiment.

         Killed in action 1915.

      3/3. David William Shafto Douglas, b.1883, married 1914 the

         daughter of Charles Stevenson of Edinburgh. He was Lieut

         Commander of the "Black Prince" and was killed in action in

         1915.

      3/4.  A daughter.

   2/3. Justin Douglas, a well-known doctor of Bournemouth.

   2/4. Charles Stuart Douglas, killed in an accident on the

      Pennsylvania Railroad in 1882.

   2/5. Agnes Douglas, went to school in England and married Reginald

   Cadman of the Yorkshire Cadmans. Her only son:-

      3/1. William Cadman, a Commander in the Royal Navy, was killed in

         action in 1917.

1/4. Georgina Campbell, born about 1822 and died at 14. A sweet girl.

1/5. Saxton Campbell, (1826-1850).  Was a violinist and a fine tenor;

   good looking and a strong swimmer.  From early boyhood he had a

   premonition that he would be drowned; and at the age of 24 he was,

   off a small yacht shared with a friend, while crossing the

   St. Lawrence to "Points Seche".

1/6. Margery Campbell, born at Easter 1828, died in 1930 at 102 years

   of age.  She was not only beautiful but an excellent pianist.

   Married in 1854 Capt. Andrew Noble of the Royal Artillery who soon

   afterwards was ordered to South Africa only returning to Woolwich in

   1858 where Margery rejoined him with their daughter Lilias (Lily)

   who had been born in Quebec after he left.  In 1860 Andrew was

   invited to

   join Sir William Armstrong, the great ordnance manufacturer of

   Elswick, and ere long became Sir Andrew Noble K.C.B. of Jesmond Dene

   House, Newcastle on Tyne.  In the course of years they occupied or

   acquired some beautiful old homes in Northumberland besides

   maintaining a flat in London and constantly entertained interesting

   notables including the brother of the Japanese Emperor and Admiral

   Togo, the Naval victor in the Russo-Japanese war.  In 1914 they

   celebrated their diamond wedding anniversary and a year later Sir

   Andrew died, she living on till 1930.  Her book, appropriately

   entitled "A Long Life" is historically interesting, especially

   in relation to the Campbell family.  She and Sir Andrew had

   six children:-

   2/1. Lilias Hilda Geils Noble, (called "Lily") born about 1856 in

      Canada. There is no mention of her marrying but she was always

      active and much interested in the Primrose League.

   2/2. George Noble, born in England before 1861 and was in the 13th

      Hussars in the Boer War.  He married in 1898 and his daughter was

      born March 3/1900, the day before he embarked for South Africa.

      He later became Sir George Noble, Bart.

   2/3. Saxton William Armstrong Noble, born about 1863, married Celia

      Brunel James in 1891. They lived in Kent House, Knightsbridge.

   2/4. John Noble. Born in the late 1860's. Created Baronet 1923.

   2/5. Philip Noble. Also born in late l860's, married 1899 Mabel

      Westmacott.  Became High Sheriff of Newcastle.

   2/6. Ethel Noble, born in the '60's.  Married in 1895, Alfred

      Cochrane.  Further particulars of the descendants of the Noble

      family are given in Burke.

1/7. William Darling Campbell, (1830-1885) Was a fine cellist and would

   have followed a musical career but when his brother Saxton was

   drowned, had to take his place in his father's law office.  He

   visited his sister Margery in England in 1858 and there married

   Capt. Andrew Noble's younger sister, Isabella, taking her back to

   Quebec. They had 2 sons and 2 daughters:-

   2/1. William Noble Campbell, (l858-1924) who married Gertrude Elise

      Wilson. Apparently no children.

   2/2. Harold Benjamin Darling Campbell, born l869, died 1940 in

      Quebec.  Married Blanche ?    Their only son:-

      3/1. William Campbell, born l908, was accidentally killed in 19Z6

         at Kingston Military Academy when a cadet of 18.  Lily Noble,

         his father's first cousin, said of this tragedy "alas, an end

         to the male representatives of my grandfather - (the Archibald

         Campbell who married Agnes Durham George.)

   2/3. Lucy Darling Campbell, born in the early 1860's, died in the

      l940's.  Married in 1885 Edmund Gustave Jolie de Lotbiniere,

      Seigneur of Point Platon, Quebec.  He was a descendant of Michel

      Chartier, Marquis de Lotbiniere, (l728-1799), Engineer in Chief

      of New France, Seigneur of Lotbiniere Vaudreuil, Rigaud.  Built

      the forts of Carillon (Ticonderoga) and Isle au Noix.  It was

      upon his advice that Montcalm attacked Fort William Henry on Lake

      George (1757) and waited for Abercrombie at Ticonderoga (1758).

      He was allied to the Vaudreuil family and his portrait hangs in

      the museum of Chateau de Ramsay in Montreal.   My father, William

      Wallace Campbell visited Sir Henri Jolie de Lotbiniere then

      Governor of British Columbia, when en route to California as a

      young man in his twenties.  I believe, but am not certain, that

      Sir Henri was Lucy's father-in-law.  Another son of Sir Henri was

      Major General Alain Chartier Joly de Lotbiniere who built the

      Cauvery power development in India and was member of the

      Legislative Council of Bengal. I have no information about Lucy

      and Edward's descendants but they are prominent in Canada today.

   2/4. Grace Darling Campbell, married Edwin Alan Jones. Their only

      son:

      3/1. Marvin Campbell Alan Jones left McGill University to

         volunteer in World War I and was killed in action when only

         19.

 

1/8. Hilda Campbell, 1832-l918, Had a mellow soprano voice and unusual

   skill at the piano.  She married Lieut. (later General) Charles

   Brackenbury of the Royal Artillery, who died in 1893.  Their

   children were:

   2/1.  Herevard Brackembury. Married Winifred Browne, daughter of Sir

      Benjamin Browne.

   2/2. A daughter, who  married ? Dyer.

      Refer to Burke for further information.

 

 

0/3. Henrietta Campbell,

called "Harriet". Though the dates of her birth and death are

unrecorded, they may be assumed to have been circa 1796-1870.  She

married the Honorable William Sheppard, an eminent naturalist, who was

also believed to have been associated with his brother-in-law John

Saxton Campbell in a logging business.  Lady Noble recalls that in her

childhood (the l830's) the Sheppards owned a beautiful place

"Woodfield" just beyond "Spencerwood" (the Lieut.  Governor's

residence) on St.Louis Road.  It had a lovely

garden overlooking the river; and indoors was an aviary full of lively,

well cared-for birds. Our family chronicles do not give the names of

any Sheppard children but my cousin Myrtle has a note that there was a

daughter, and George Mellis Douglas mentions having received a letter

in 1930 from a Maxfield Sheppard asking for genealogical information

about the Douglas family "with whom he was connected through the

Campbells". It appears therefore that the Sheppard line did continue.

It is interesting to note that the side road which bordered "Woodfield"

is still called "Sheppard Road" on present day maps. Another of Lady

Noble's recollections is that  Harriet's spinster Aunt Harriet Saxton

lived with the Sheppards in her old age, - probably after her sister

Charlotte's death in l830.  She was clever with her hands and

constructed a miniature farm scene with rivers, bridges, village and

livestock which stood in a hallway in a long glass case and fascinated

the children.   Harriet Sheppard was herself a botanist and wrote a

book on Canadian birds, sharing her husband's interest in them.

 

0/4.  Louisa Sophia Campbell,

called "Sophia", l800-1885, married in 1824 Jonathan Wurtele, Seigneur

of Riviere David and an Officer in the Quebec Cavalry in the War of

1812.  His father, Josias Wurtele, came to Canada in 1782 from

Stumpelbach, near Stuttgart, in Wurtemberg, Germany, where their

ancestors are recorded back to 1559.   (It is interesting to note that

from l781 to 1783 there was quartered near Quebec awaiting repatriation

a surviving contingent of German mercenaries - Brunswickians - who,

under General Baron von Riedesel, had fought for the British in the

American Revolution and many of whom had been prisoners of war from

l779-1780 in Charlottesville Virginia, on Barracks Rd. The Baron and

Baroness were well-liked in Charlottesville and cordially entertained

by Thomas Jefferson and others. It must have been heartening to Josias

Wurtele to find so many compatriots in Quebec when he first arrived in

l782.)

Louisa and Jonathan Wurtele had six sons and two daughters:-

1/1. Jonathan, a Judge.                1/2. Arthur, a Civil Engineer.

1/3. Edward.                           1/4. Louis, a clergyman.

1/5. Vivian.                           1/6. Louisa.

1/7. Harriet,                          1/8.  Charles, a lawyer.

Of this large family, we have further knowledge of only two, Jonathan

and Louisa:-

 

1/1. Jonathan Saxton Campbell Wurtele, (1828-1903) Barrister and

   Judge of the Court of Kings Bench; Queen's Counsellor 1873,

   Professor of Commercial Law at McGill University; created Officer of

   the Legion of Honor, France, 1882; Member and in 1888 Speaker of the

   Legislative Assembly.  He married 1st, 1854, Julia Nelson, daughter.

   of Dr. Nelson, second cousin of the great Admiral Horatio.  He

   married 2nd, in l876 Sarah Braniff of New York.  Jonathan and

   Julia's son:

   2/1. Ernest Wurtele (Later Lt.Col. Sir Ernest Wurtele, died in 1936.

      He was always close to our family and was one of the witnesses to

      my grandfather Archibald Campbell's death certificate in l906. He

      was a contemporary of my father and his brothers and as a boy

      visited them at "Thornhill".

      (9/2003: from internet reply by Bill Longley, EW was an active

      stamp collector and was president of the Dominion Philatelic

      Association in Canada in 1901, and lived in Quebec

1/6. Louisa Wurtele, born 1838, died Jan.3l/1936 in her 99th year.

   Married in 1861 James Rankine (1825-1908) representative in Montreal

   of J.& P.Coats, the thread manufacturers of Paisley Scotland.  They

   had 8 children.

   Louisa, who married John Fair;      James;

   Archibald;                          John;

   Norman;                             Alan Coats;

   Arthur Glen Ernest;             and Isobel.

   Of these,

   2/6. Alan Coates Rankin became a Colonel and Assistant Director of

      Medical Services of the Canadian Army, residing in Ottawa.

   2/7. Arthur Glen Ernest Rankin became a barrister and in 1941 had

      his office at 276 St. James St. Montreal.  He and his brother Alan

      together inherited from their mother Louisa on her death in 1936

      the Seigneurie of L'Islet du Portage at Pointe Seche previously

      owned by her Uncle John Saxton Campbell, as has already been told

      in his history.

 

This completes the histories of my great grandfather' 5 brothers and

sisters and brings me now to our own line, starting with himself.

 

0/5. Charles Campbell

(1792-1872), my great grandfather, was the youngest of the first

Archibald Campbell's three sons.  He was a Lieut. Colonel of the 99th

Foot and fought in the wars of 1812-1825.  While a Young Lieutenant of

26 and quartered in Montreal he met and on only a week's acquaintance

married November 27/1818, Harriet Doxey (l799-1832), youngest daughter

of an Irish Captain (also a United Empire Loyalist) who happened to be

travelling with his family to Kingston, Ontario.  (I, D.C.P., have seen

the record of their marriage in the Montreal Court House.) Shortly

after their marriage. Charles' regiment was ordered to the front and

his mother Charlotte, widowed only four months earlier, sent a friend

to bring the young bride back to Quebec - an arduous 3 day journey -

where  she and Charles' two youngest sisters (Henrietta and Louisa

Sophia) took her to their hearts in "the Big House", - "Saxvilla".  Two

years passed before the young couple saw each other again.  Charles and

Harriet then acquired a house of their own; and his first son Archibald

(1823-1906) writing in the year 1900 says: "My boyhood was passed at

"Battlefield" within a stone's throw of the Plains of Abraham. I gather

that "Battlefield" was the name given to their house and that it faced

the scene of the historic battle between Wolfe and Montcalm.

 

Charles' wife Harriet died circa 1833 when only 34 years old, leaving

him with five children.   It seems likely that her younger sister Fanny

Doxey (1808-1897) then came to look after the children; and she and

Charles were married August 26/1839.  More about the children later.

 

For his loyal services in the wars of 1812-1825, Charles

was granted by the Crown a 500 acre tract of land on the twin lakes

of William and George in Megantic Province, near the present village

of St. Ferdinand where he built himself a comfortable yet picturesque

home which he called "Bampcell" (transposing the "C" and "B" in

Campbell).  There he retired to on leaving the army, followed by many

of his N.C.O.'s and men who settled around him, marrying French-

Canadian girls, whose descendants are still there and, in spite of good

Scots' names, now speak only French.  Charles established a well-

ordered farm on his property and apparently lived there the year round.

One can only guess that this would been around 1845-1850. My Aunt

Haddie, born 1854, tells how, as children, she, my father and the

others used to love visiting their old grandfather at "Bampcell"

romping in the garden glades and eagerly watching the farm activities.

On rainy days, a well stocked library in his study was to them a

treasure-trove.

 

(In 1941, when my husband and I visited our second cousin, Richard,

then American Vice-Consul in Montreal, we detoured from our drive to

Quebec to find our way cross-country to this delightful old homestead

beside Lake William. An avenue of elms led from the road to a densely

arbored garden set like an oasis in the wheat fields, in the heart of

which a Swiss Chalet type of house looked down a steep-succession of

well kept terraces to the lake a hundred feet below.  We were made most

welcome by a charming Irish family, the Dillons and their young couple,

the Napier Smiths, who had bought the estate 15 years earlier from the

last Campbell descendant Mrs. Williams,  re-naming it "Roscommon

Lodge".  They were all having tea on the front veranda commanding a

superb view over the lake, and insisted on our joining them, later

taking us over the house to show its historic features, - delicate

wrought-iron balustrades, hand-made bronze fittings to the doors,

French windows in all rooms, etc. - all so reminiscent of my

grandfather's day. We could hardly tear ourselves away; and an orange

sun was setting behind a church-steeple as we drove off through

lavender shadows on the road to Quebec.)

 

Charles ended his days at "Bampcell" in 1872 at the age of 80. It is

told that on his deathbed he sent for his son Archibald and said "Well,

Archie, here's. for the great leapt!" and passed away.   His second

wife Fanny also died there 25 years later, in 1897.

 

Great grandfather Charles Campbell had six children: -

Sophia, Archibald, Charlotte, Henrietta, Charles William and Fanny.

The first five were definitely by his first wife, Harriet Doxey.

The last, Fanny, was most likely by his second wife, Fanny Doxey.

1/1. Sophia Campbell, Born 1821, died in Kilkenny, Ireland, date

unknown. She was considered the most beautiful woman of her day in

Canada.  She married 1st E.D.S.Wilkins, Esq. and had one daughter,

   2/1. Harriet Sophia Wilkins who died in 1919.

      Sophia married 2nd., Sir Charles McMahon, K.C.B., Captain in the

      10th Hussars, son of Rt.Hon. Sir William McMahon, Bart., Irish

      Master of the Rolls. On retiring from the Army, Sir Charles

      settled in Australia, became Speaker of the Legislative Assembly

      of Victoria and died in 1891. The McMahon property is in Tyrone.

      We have no record of whether Sophia and Sir Charles had children.

1/2. Archibald Campbell (l823-1906)

My grandfather, whose history follows next.

1/3 Charlotte, ("Chatty"), a spinster, about whom nothing is recorded.

1/4. Henrietta Campbell born 1829.

Married circa 1854 Rev. Glyn Grylls, son of the Dean of Exeter Cathedral.  They later lived in Bath, England.  They had one son:-

2/1. Saxton Grylls, born circa 1857.
There may have been other children but our records are skimpy.


Peter Engler:

10/12/00.
My Campbell descent is as follows: Peter Engler
Ursula Jean Grylls Wilson (who lives in Llandrindod Wells)
Stephen Grylls Wilson
Henrietta Julia Grylls
Henrietta Campbell m 1853 Thomas Glynn Grylls
Charles Campbell m 1818 Harriet Doxey
Archibald Campbell m 1780 Charlotte Saxton

Charles had several children, one of whom was another Archibald Campbell, grandfather of Dorothy May Campbell. In her papers it mentions Harriet Campbell "Aunt Haddie". She was Archibald's daughter and wrote about her grandfather Charles in her book "Notes of a Nomad", which I have a copy of and which inspired me to find his house. The book also includes a picture of her and of her father Archibald. Charles had a brother also named Archibald, whose descendant Sir Andrew Noble wrote the book "An Account of the families of Noble of Ardmore and Noble of Ardkinglas and some related families" which I read in the SoG Library. It was his book that referred to the Poole papers and that gave a lot of information about Charles' father's family. This Archibald was very active in Quebec's Cultural scene and is mentioned in the Canadian Biographical Dictionary. I have a thumbnail picture of him from a Quebec museum web page. Charles also had a brother, John Saxton Campbell, also mentioned in the Canadian Biographical Dictionary. I have many business records of his. I have been researching the family for some time now and three years ago managed to track down Charles' house on lake William, in a town now called Bernierville. I have also got other information on him, he was a lieutenant in the British army and fought the Americans in the war of 1812. I followed up his military record and even have a portrait of him in uniform, an unwanted heirloom of a cousin. I have lots of notes and of course am going to put them all together one day! I do not know what information you would like but the above gives an idea of its scope. You mentioned that you met the son of Dorothy May Poole (nee Campbell). Are you or he aware of any other Campbell descendants who have information on or who are researching the family history.
Regards Peter Engler

1/5. Charles William Campbell, (1833-1926).

When about 18, he went out to Australia, apparently in 1851 or at any rate a few months before his elder brother Archibald. They met in Melbourne in 1853. Whatever his purpose he did not remain there and returned to Canada.  Family chronicles do not mention who or when he married, but he had one daughter:-
2/1. Grace Campbell,

who married James Richardson: and I recall that they lived at Inverness which lies between "Bampcell" and Quebec.

 

1/6. Fanny Campbell the dates of whose birth and death are unknown.

   Married H. Williams, Esq.  born 1842, died 1911.  Seeing that

   Charles' first wife Harriet, died in 1833, the year in which her son

   Charles William was born, Fanny would have had to be born around

   1831 to have been Harriet's daughter.   This would make her 11 years

   older than her husband who was born in 1842.  It is much more likely

   that she was his contemporary and therefore the daughter of Charles'

   second wife Fanny Doxey, who was 31 when she married him in 1839.

   That she was christened "Fanny" supports this; even more so does the

   fact that Fanny Williams eventually inherited "Bampcell" on her

   mother's death there in 1897, though of course there could have been

   other circumstances connected with the inheritance.

 

Archibald Campbell, my grand-father, was born at "Battlefield", Quebec,

May 1823 and died April 27/1906 at his home in Quebec, "Thornhill".  He

was a barrister and Protho Notary of the Province of Quebec.  His

daughter Harriet describes him as "beautifully made, agile and

athletic. I have seen him when in his fifties vault over a horse with

the lightness of 16. Once, when a very young man, he rode up the wooden

staircase from Quebec Lower Town to the Upper, on a wager. He was a

strong swimmer  noted for the many lives he had saved from drowning."

Photographs taken in his later years portray him with a full, greying

beard, handsome, dignified and impressive; but in his youth he was

high-spirited and impetuous.

 

When only 24,  he married in Quebec Nov.18/1847, Isabella Prior (c.

1830 Dec.17/1887) who was descended on the one hand from Matthew Prior

(l664-l721) English poet, dramatist and statesman, and on the other

from distinguished Campbells of Breadalbane.  This seems

to be a good place to bring in my grandmother Isabella Prior's

ancestry:

 

 

 

 

Isabella Prior's Family Tree:

 

On her paternal side it originates with Matthew Prior (l664-l721)

English poet, dramatist, Under Secretary of State (1699) and Ambassador

to Paris (1718), an eminent descendant of Alfred the Great.  His great

grandson -

 

Matthew Prior, born circa 1770, married Isabella Campbell, born 1773,

whose paternal ancestry began with -

 

Sir William Campbell, a descendant of the Earls of Breadalbane

and Robert the Bruce.  His son was: -

James Campbell, of Carryshank,  who married in 1732

Elizabeth Buchan and had two sons Mor, born 1733

and James, born 1741, both at Killin in Perthshire,

Breadalbane country.

 

Mor Campbell of Carryshank, (l733-1782) and his brother James both

served with the 42nd Highlanders, "The Black Watch", through the

conquest of Canada and fought at Ticonderoga (Ft.Carillon) in 1758 and

at the fall of Quebec 1759.  (There seems to have been yet another

brother, Capt.Duncan Campbell of the Black Watch, who was at the taking

of Quebec, He is mentioned by grandfather Archibald as "my children's

ancestor").

Mor married in 1753 Elisabeth Combs, and it was their daughter,

Isabella Campbell, born 1773, who married Matthew Prior.  Matthew and

Isabella were married circa 1793 and had 8 children:

James Matthew 1794, Joseph 1797, Thomas Prescott 1799, Richard Moses

1801,  William Hill 1804, Elisabeth 1808 who married Holland, Katherine

1811 who married Denny, and Isabella 1816 who married Reaves.

 

Joseph Prior, born 1797 died before 1852 married Juliette Blanchard

(died before 1852) daughter of Comte and Comtesse Blanchard who left

France in 1798.  They had 3 children:-

Isabella (l830-1887) Benjamin (born c.1837, died ? )

Josephine (born c.1840 died 1904) who married Capt. Pryce

Browne.

Isabella Prior, born 1830, died December 17/l887, married in Quebec,

November 18/1847,  my grandfather Archibald Campbell (1823-1906) and

her further history merges with his.

 

 

 

 

A treasured scroll detailing the Prior and Breadalbane Campbell

pedigrees back to their illustrious forbears was entrusted to

Isabella's sister Josephine, who handed it on to her daughter May Pryce

Browne, on whose death it was heedlessly destroyed by her companion

housekeeper when disposing of her papers.

 

 

While giving the ancestry of my grandmother, Isabell Prior I might

as well include several collateral branches of the Prior family with

whom my cousin Myrtle and I, particularly she, have at various times

had friendly contact through the years.  I will begin with:-

 

The Pryce Brownes.

 

My grandmother's younger brother and sister, Benjamin and  Josephine

Prior, were orphaned in their school years, probably some time between

1847 and 1852. We do not know who looked after them but my grandparents

took both children along with them to Australia in 1852-1854.

Ben was 15/17 at the time and I never heard what became of him later.

 

Josephine Prior, (c.1840-1904) - my father's beloved "Aunt Josie"

married in 1866 Capt Pryce Browne, 17th Royal Fusillers, of Millington

Hall, Montgomeryshire. They had one son and three daughters:

Major William Herbert F. Pryce Browne of the Royal Marines, (My

Cusin Bertie) bor 1870.  Was killed at Antwerp Oct.6, l914, while

directing the fire of the guns of the Royal Marine Brigade from an

exposed rampart.  He never married, nor did his sisters:-

2. May Pryce Browne, born 1868.

3. Rosie Pryce Browne, born 1872.  Was and Anglican missionary in

  Madagascar.

4. Heyland Pryce Browne, born 1874.

 

They were all very religious and sweet to my brother Archie and me

during our school years in England, In fact, Heyland's influence had

much to do with Archie's entering the Church.  The three tiny sisters

lived a great deal together and all died in the l850's in England.

 

 

The Fulfords of Fulford, Devonshire.

 

Our family and the Fulfords share a common ancestor in

1/1. Matthew Prior, born c.1770, one of whose daughters:

2/1. Elizabeth Prior, born 1808, (my grandmother's aunt) married

Charles Holland.  They had two sons, Charles and Philip

and one daughter:-

3/1. Mary Ann Holland (1835-1894), my grandmother's first cousin, who

married:

Francis Drummond Fulford, son of the Bishop of Montreal.

Their son:-

4/1. Francis Algernon Fulford ("Cousin Frank") l86l-1926, was a

contemporary of my Aunt Haddie and a close friend.  Trained as a civil

engineer, he helped build the Canadian Pacific Railway, Frank inherited

the ancestral home of Fulford in Devonshire and married Constance

Drummond, grand-daughter of Lady Elizabeth Drummond,  a sister of the

Duke of Rutland.  They had tree sons:-

5/1. Anthony, born 1989

5/2. Humphrey, born 1902.

5/3. John, born 1912.

 

My Aunt Haddie's husband, Capt. Sir Alfred Jephson who died in

September, 1900, is buried in the village church of Dunford, Devon

where Crusader ancestors of the Fulfords lie under stone effigies in

the little church.  In 1922, when Chester and I were in England on home

leave from Japan, we and our son Anthony, 5 1/2 years old, were warmly

invited to spend an afternoon at Fulford.  A long drive leads from the

whitewashed, stoneroofed cottages of the village the ancient manor

house up a gentle rise, -  a square Norman chateau without towers

surrounded by a now dry moat, the only entrance to which is by a

central causeway and arch leading into a courtyard within the unbroken

four walls. Externally a tight little fortress, the courtyard with its

many doors and windows exudes the warm feeling of a home. Fulford goes

back to the days of William the Conqueror and is reputed to be the

second oldest house in England continuously lived in by the same

family.  Cousin Frank was most hospitable and took us all through the

old castle, pointing out how, during the wars between the Cavaliers and

Roundheads, Cromwell's soldiery had sadly disfigured the fine carving

in the private chapel, which he was gradually restoring.  One room was

being stripped of the white plaster walls which had apparently been

applied to conceal and preserve from harm the iron-hard oak panelling

centuries old whose existence had long been unsuspected. One of the

upper rooms housed a fascinating collection of Napoleonic dolls two

feet tall, exquisitely portraying people of a variety of callings.

Tony was thrilled to the marrow by the legendary ghost and its alarming

habits.  Unfortunately the three Fulford boys were all away from home,

and I have never met them.

 

 

The Hollands of Montreal:-

Like the Fulfords, the Hollands are descended from my

grandmother's Aunt

Elisabeth Prior, born l808, daughter of Matthew Prior 1770.

She married,

Charles Holland, about whom we have no information. They had one

daughter, Mary Ann who married Francis Drummond Fulford. They also had

two sons:-

Charles and Philip Holland,  born circa 1830/35, who lived

in Montreal, and appear to have had 3 sons named:

Charles, Philip and William who were of my father's generation.

 

I know very little about them individually but the family had

considerable means and my grandparents stayed with them in Montreal in

1872, and three members of the family came to Quebec for Aunt Haddie's

wedding to Captain Jephson in 1873. I believe my cousin Myrtle knows

considerably more about them through personal contact.

 

One other branch of my Grandmother Isabella Prior's family,

 

 

The Reaves and Christies of Toronto:-

 

are descended from Matthew Prior's youngest daughter, my grandmother's Aunt Isabella Prior, born 1816, who married ---- Reaves. Their son, George Reaves,
who married Alma Crane. (I have a note that Alma was the daughter of Luther Crane of Boston but this may be inaccurate as Myrtle says that she was intensely Southern and declared that family fought for the South in the Civil War.)
Their son:
Campbell Reaves, 1876-1940, married in 1901, Helen Beatrice MacDonald, born 1881.
Their daughter:-
Campbell Reaves, born 1903 married in 1924 Huntly Christie (1898-1946). (She married 2nd, 1960, Ashley Smith).
Huntley Christie and Francis had 2 daughters and 1 son:-
1. Frances Helen Christie, born 1924.
2. Nadine Christie, born 1926, who married Robert Cranfield and has two daughters:
  1. "Bobbie" born 1950.
  2. "Betty" born 1951.
3. Huntley Campbell Reaves Christie, born circa 1928, married Patricia Garlick.

(I. D.C.P., have never met the Reaves or Christies but Cousin Myrtle, who was born the same year as Frances Reaves (1903) always stays with them when visiting Canada, and vice versa.)

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Email from   Bobbie Middlemiss[iii]

I was very interested reading the information on this site. I am “Bobbie” the great granddaughter of Campbell Reaves & Helen Augusta Macdonald.

Campbell Reaves (b Nov. 26, 1876 d Mar. 21, 1940) and Helen Augusta Beatrice Macdonald (b June 10, 1879, d July 10, 1964 in Toronto) Married Sept. 20, 1902.
Their daughter Frances Campbell Reaves (b  July 22, 1903, d. Mar. 16, 1989) Married Irving Huntly (no ‘e’) (b. July 14, 1889,  d. Feb. 23, 1948 Christie on Oct. 9, 1923 in Toronto.
They had 3 children:
1/1. Nadine Christie (b. Sept. 28, 1924 in Toronto, ON, d. Oct. 18, 2001 in Grimsby, ON) Married Robert George Cranfield (b. Aug. 26, 1921 in Peterborough, ON, d. Nov. 9, 1971 in Toronto) Married Feb. 24, 1945 in Toronto.

Nadine had 2 other marriages . Gerrard Martin Marvin Willems and James Savage.

Nadine and Robert had 2 children:
2/1. Frances Roberta (Bobbie) Cranfield (b. April 18, 1947), author of this insert.
2/2. Elizabeth Anne (Betty) Cranfield (b. Jan 24, 1949)

Frances Married James Hammond Leighton (b. June 11, 1946) on Aug. 17, 1968 in Barrie ON
They had 2 sons,
3/1. Christopher Gordon Leighton (b. Oct. 6, 1969 in St. Catharines, ON) Christopher married Leslie White in Ottawa Oct. 9, 1993 and divorced C 1997.
Second marriage to Tammy Nadon Oct. 27, 2001 in Kingston, ON.
Chris & Tammy have a daughter, Ashley Sierra b. Sept. 20, 2002 in Kingston, ON

3/2. James Robert Leighton (b. June 2, 1973, in St. Catharines, ON), James married Darlene Jean Westlake (b. Apr. 5, 1976) June 26, 1999 in St. Catharines, ON.
James and Darlene have a daughter, Kaitlyn McKenzie Leighton (b. Feb. 8, 2002)

Frances Divorced James and Second marriage to Wayne Keith Middlemiss

2/2. Elizabeth married David Jones in Barrie on June 13, 1969.
They had an adopted daughter Vanessa Pauline Jones (b. Sept 14, 1971) Elizabeth & David divorced. Elizabeth remarried Richard Potter who adopted Vanessa
3/1. Vanessa Potter married Alberto Matos (b. Aug. 13, C. 1973) Nov. 19, 2005.

1/2. Frances Helen Elise Christie (b. Jan. 13, 1926, d. Jan. 1, 2003)

1/3. Huntly Campbell Reaves Christie (b. Dec. 22, 1933 in Toronto) Married Patricia Grace Garlick (b. May 24, 1936) on May 31, 1958 in Toronto.
They had 3 children:
2/1. Huntly Gordon Christie (married louise ? and they have 2 sons, Hunter and Deveron)
2/2. Douglas Roland Christie (twice married. 1. Jane ? 2. Rhonda. Douglas & Rhonda have 2 sons, Reaves and Alexander
2/3. Diana Christie never married
2/4. James Campbell Christie married Lorraine? And they have a daughter Emily.

Huntly Campbell Reaves Christie remarried Nancy Joy Woods Nov. 5, 1988
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I now resume the narrative of my grandfather Archibald Campbell and his

wife Isabella Prior, interrupted at page 12.

 

Archibald Campbell (1823-1906), was a man of astonishing vigor and

adventurous spirit. When 29, - lured, perhaps, by tales of the gold

rush, he decided to try his luck in Australia, and taking with him his

young wife, their 3 year old daughter Georgina, his wife's young

brother Ben and even younger sister Josephine, still a mere child,

embarked in September 1852 on a completely appalling voyage around the

Cape of Good Hope.  After many dreadful experiences  including terrible

storms, shortage of food, and the death of several fellow-passengers,

they eventually reached Melbourne in April of the next year. There,

dismayed by conditions, grand-father gratefully accepted the offer of

an appointment as Magistrate and Judge for a mining camp called "The

Ovens" at Beechwood, a town of 7/10,000 souls 150 miles North of

Melbourne. The discomforts and miseries they experienced were beyond

description and the health of grandmother and little Georgie broke

down.  In 1854 they returned to Quebec sailing round Cape Horn and

stopping off in England, - all of which is told in my grandmother's

book "Rough and Smooth" published in 1865.  Three days after they

safely reached Quebec, their second daughter Harriet - my "Aunt Haddie"

was born.

 

That his Australian experiences had done nothing to tame grandfather's

impetuous spirit is shown by an episode soon afterwards.  The

thoughtless Captain of a Canadian excursion steamer, to flatter his

American passengers, hoisted the stars and stripes above the Union Jack

on the masthead. My indignant grandfather, then 32, sprang aboard from

the wharf, demanded that the Captain rectify his breach of maritime

tradition, and on his refusal, swarmed up the mast tore down the

offending emblem, leapt with it into the river and swam back to the

fast receding shore.  His exploit was acclaimed in verse in the Quebec

newspapers of the day; and a copy is pasted in the fly-leaf of

grandfather's book "Rough and Smooth". The incident reveals how

intensely allegiance to Britain lived on in the hearts of these United

Empire Loyalists.

 

In the half dozen years following their return from Australia they had

another daughter Agnes and two sons, Colin and William Wallace (my

father).  About 1861 he bought a new home, "Thornhill", where their

last son Kenneth was born in 1863. In this well remembered and beloved

spot all their children grew up.  The house stood well back on a

steeply rising wooded hillside almost directly across the way from the

entrance to "Spencerwood", the Lieut.Governor's Residence on St.Louis

Road (the Grande Alee), about two miles out from Quebec.  It was of

grey stone, rather long and low, with a steep-pitched red-tile roof

broken by dormer windows.  A wide veranda ran across the front whence a

flight of stone steps descended to the gravel sweep before the house.

The driveway ran steeply up from a stone-pillared gate through tall

trees over an undulating slope to the front steps; while at either side

were lawns and flower gardens leading on to stables and fields

stretching still upwards in the background.  I well remember as a child

of six the first sight I had of my grandfather, then 78, strolling down

from the barns, behind him a loaded hay-wain drawn by two immense cart-

horses.  When, with my husband, I revisited "Thornhill" forty years

later, I found the house much enlarged, with a portico over the

driveway and an additional airy room at the back; while the brook which

used to course enticingly through the lower front garden had vanished

below well-tended turf.  "Thornhill" passed out of our family on

Grandfather's death in 1906 and in 1911 was purchased by my father's

boyhood friend C. E. Alan Boswell, son of the old family doctor.  About

1924 he sold it to the Frank W. Clarkes who were still there in 1941

and made us welcome. On that same occasion my husband and I had tea

with Mr Boswell who, though convalescing from 'flu', insisted on coming

down to meet his playmate's daughter and revelled in recounting most

amusing anecdotes of his and father's escapades at "Thornhill".

According to him, father was the inspired leader of their group in all

sorts of adventures and they all worshipped him.  It has always been a

great regret to me that I could not induce my restive husband to stay

over yet another day in Quebec - I admit that the temperature was 96,

to meet Madame Jolie de Lotbiniere who was born Lucy Darling Campbell,

a great grand-daughter of the first Archibald Campbell.  She was 80 at

the time and could have recalled much of interest about our early

forbears.  The Lotbinieres are still a prominent old family in Quebec.

 

Archibald and Isabella had seven children:-

1/1. Georgina Louisa (c.1849-1880).

1/2. Archibald Saxton Campbell. Died in infancy. Probably was born and

   died in 1851.

1/3. Henrietta Julia Campbell, called Harriet. (1854-1930). Married

   Capt. Sir Alfred Jephson. No children.

1/4. Agnes Josephine Katherine Campbell, (1855-1919).

   Married Ernest Hamel.

1/5. Colin Frederick Wurtele Campbell. (1858-1919).

1/6. William Wallace Campbell, (1860-1938), my father.

1/7. Kenneth Rankin Campbell, (1863-1931).

 

There is very little in the way of records to draw upon in telling of

the lives of my father's brothers and sisters excepting Harriet and

Kenneth. I will speak of my father last.

1/1. Georgina Louisa Campbell, c.1849-1880), was only three years old

when taken her parents to Australia in 1852. Her health suffered from

the hardships they underwent and she remained frail. In fact  I have

always believed that she died when quite a young girl, but it now

appears that lived to be 31.  She never married.

1/2. Archibald Saxton Campbell, is never even mentioned by his mother

in her book "Rough & Smooth", although he must have been born before

she and Archibald set sail for Australia.  We know that he died in

infancy and must conclude that he he was born and died in 1851.

1/4. Agnes Josephine Campbell, (1855-1919) married about 1877, Ernest

Hamel, a French Canadian. Their three children, St John Hamel,

Ernestine Hamel and Jephson Hamel, all died in early childhood.  When I

was six years old, I met Aunt Agnes but all I can recall is that she

was very pretty though frail and greatly saddened by the loss of her

children.

1/5. Colin Frederick Wurtele Campbell, (l858-l9l9) According to his

elder sister Harriet, he was a very handsome boy, a fine swimmer and

keen fisherman. My only memory of him at the time I was six is that he

took us in an Indian canoe out on a lake whose waters were so clear

that I could see right to the bottom.  I have no idea what his

occupation was but as a boy of fifteen he worked in his Uncle Holland's

Insurance office in Montreal, - probably just for a brief experience.

He married Minotte Chinic and they had one daughter, Marie Elisabeth

Cecilie Campbell, a very sweet girl, who died at the age of 14 in l914.

Her mother followed 2 years later, and Colin 3 years after that.

 

In explanation of my scant knowledge of these Canadian Aunts and

Uncles, it must be remembered that my parents lived continuously in the

Far East from 1892, when they were married, until 1938 when they came

to us in America. When I was not with them I was at school in England

and Germany.  Living on opposite sides of the world it was inevitable

that we should know less and less about our relatives as time went on;

and what information I have been able to gather together is almost

folk-lore except for what my Aunt Myrtle knows.   My Aunt Harriet, Lady

Jephson and Uncle Kenneth lived in England and they, of course, are

realities to me.  Their histories come next.

 

1/3. Henrietta Campbell, called Harriett (1854-1930)  My "Aunt Haddie".

Was both beautiful and accomplished.  One day, when about fifteen,

having ridden her horse down the long driveway of "Thornhill" to the

gate, she there encountered a Naval Lieutenant who gallantly offered to

open the forbidden portal.  A few years later, Captain Alfred Jephson

(1841-1900) returned to woo the little girl he had fallen in love with

and they were married in 1873, she being yet only 19 and he 32.  He had

seen service in the Crimea, India, China and Japan, and was wounded

twice in the naval bombardment of the Japanese batteries at Kagoshima.

Though they were never blessed with children, it proved a most happy

marriage and they lived interestingly in England and many other

countries, Aunt Haddie being a talented artist, authoress and brilliant

hostess.  Early in the 1890's Alfred was knighted for his prominent

part in organising the Royal Naval Exhibition of 1891.  Sir Alfred took

part in the Benin River Expedition in Nigeria and received the Benin

River Medal.  Harriet's brother Kenneth Campbell who participated in

that action, was awarded the D.S.O.  Capt. Sir Alfred Jephson died in

September 1900 and was buried in the cemetery of the old church in

Dunsford village, Devonshire, where for centuries the Fulfords of

Fulford, Aunt Haddie's cousins, have been laid to rest.

 

When left a widow at 46, Aunt Haddie was still a beautiful and

arresting woman.  As Lady Jephson, her accomplishments and engaging wit

had attracted a distinguished circle of friends, among them on occasion

Edward, Prince of Wales who had worked closely with Captain Jephson

over his pet project the Naval Exhibition and was much attached to him.

He never failed to send Aunt Haddie a brace of pheasant from his big

shoots.  I still treasure copies of four of her books,  "A Canadian

Scrap-book", 1897; "Letters to a Debutante", 1908; "A Wartime Journal",

1915; and "Notes of a Nomad" 1918,  the latter beautifully illustrated

by her own water colors. For many years she was on the Committee of the

Royal Water-color Society and her paintings were masterly.

 

Aunt Haddie was unfailingly good to my brother Archie and me during our

school days in England, our parents being out in Japan.  In 1922 when

my husband, our three small boys and I were in the New Forest on home

leave, Aunt Haddie came down from London to stay beside us at the

village "Bell Inn".  I have always been glad that she and Chester had

this opportunity of meeting for they greatly liked one another at once

and with a mutual interest in painting, got along famously.  He still

recalls how movingly she recited poetry to us one evening by firelight.

Eight years later she died in England, sadly alone.

 

1/7. Kenneth Rankin Campbell l863-l93l, the youngest son of my

grandfather Archibald (1823-1906) was educated at the Royal Military

College, Kingston, Ontario. and fearing he might not receive one of

the few nominations for a commission in the British Army, ran away from

home and signed on before the mast in a sailing ship. The family did

not know his whereabouts till he wrote them from England.  There, in

1883, he joined the colors as a private in the Gloucestershire

Regiment, was promoted to sergeant and obtained his commission in the

The Dragoon Guards in 1886.  After serving for some years with the The

Dragoon Guards (Carabineers), he went to Africa in 1890 as Adjutant of

the Gold Coast (Hausa) Forces. From l89l-1895, he served as Vice Consul

and Deputy Commissioner on the Oil Rivers Protectorate and adjoining

native territories, under the Consul General and High Commissioner of

the Niger Coast Protectorate Sir Claude Macdonald (who later was

appointed Minister to Peking and Ambassador to Tokyo).  He had a spell

during 1893 as Acting Consul General and High Commissioner, and took an

active part in the operations against Chief Nana in the Benin River

Expedition, during which he was three times mentioned in dispatches and

received the D.S.O.; also the Africa Medal and Benin River Clasp.  He

was also awarded the bronze medal of the Royal Humane Society for

saving one of the Consular natives from drowning in a river swarming

with crocodiles.

 

In 1900 he was attached to the Naval Brigade in the Relief of Peking

during the Boxer Rebellion and was a member of General Gaselee's Staff.

His former chief Sir Claude Macdonald was British Minister to Peking at

the time, beleagered in the Legation Quarter with the small body of

diplomats, residents, missionaries and legation guards of all

nationalities.  Their relief by the International Column from Tientsin,

after weeks of siege, came only just in time.

 

In 1910, Kenneth went back to Canada and raised the 26th Canadian

Horse, the Stanstead Dragoons of which he was appointed Lieutenant

Colonel.  Not long after that, he retired from active service; but on

the outbreak of World War 1 in 1914, tried to rejoin only to be turned

down because of his age - 51.  Being a keen yachtsman and member of the

Royal Yacht Squadron and possessing a Master's Certificate, he

forthwith volunteered his services to the Admiralty who gratefully

appointed him Lieut.Commander R.N. in the Yacht Patrol engaged in mine-

sweeping in the North Sea and Skagerrak.  In 1915 he was sent to

Gallipoli as a Commander with the Mediterranean Squadron. In l917-l9,

he served again with the Army in France and Italy, being twice

mentioned in dispatches.

 

After the War, he became for a while Seneschal of Sark in the Channel

Islands, finally retiring with his wife and daughter Myrtle to

"Brickendon Grange", a ninety-acre estate in Hertfordshire where he

died in 1931.

 

Kenneth married in l900 Edith Anne Bannon, born 1880, died 1930 at

Brickendon Grange, eldest daughter of Thomas Riley Bannon and his wife

Helen.   In 1901, Kenneth and his bride visited his aging father at

"Thornhill" at the same time as my father, mother Archie and I were

staying with them, home from the Far East.  Writing home to her mother,

Edith said: "It was very exciting for me.  The father is delightful and

so kind to me, taking me all round and showing me everything; and

though he is really an old man, is full of fun and jokes."  She wrote

sweetly, too, of Mother and Father.

 

Kenneth Jeffrey Rankin Campbell and his wife Edith Anne Bannon, had

only one child:-

2/1. Helen Myrtle Campbell, born 1903 in London, married Nov. 1923 in

St.Columba's Church of Scotland

Robert Evelyn Herbert Fender A.F.C., born May 22/1900 in London son of

Percy Robert Fender of Coldstream Berwickshire (died 1943) and Lily,

daughter of Joseph Herbert of Sussex.  Robert, called Robin, was

educated at St.Paul's School, London, and served in World War 1 from

l9l7-l9l9 in Experimental Squadron Royal Aircraft Establishment,

Farnboro.  When the war ended he returned to London and became an

Underwriting Member of Lloyd's.  At the start of World War 11, he

joined the R.A.F. in l940, served in Norway 1940 and with the Airborne

Forces 1941-45. Later he was with the 501 (County of Gloucester)

Squadron, l949-l955.

 

After her parents' death, Myrtle and Robin carried on at Brickendon

Grange, where her children were born but after World War II sold

the place and moved to Gloucestershire where they lived for a number of

years at Withington House, Withington and more recently at The Manor

House. Riding to hounds has always been their favorite pursuit, varied

by skiing in Switzerland; while Robin has also engaged in the more

hazardous sport of gliding, especially in Spain where one can ride the

air currents for hours on end.  They have traveled extensively,

including several trips to Canada where Myrtle has kept contact with

her Campbell relatives. In 1936, Chester and I spent several days with

them at Brickendon Grange; and in 1963 they returned the compliment by

visiting us at Missing Acres in Virginia. These have been the only two

occasions on which Myrtle and I have seen each other in the last fifty

years and we greatly enjoyed renewing our ties.

 

Myrtle and Robin Fender have had three children:-

3/1. Robert Colin Campbell Fender, born 1934 at Brickendon; died in

1936 through a tragic mishap.

3/2. Fiona Fender, born January l938 in London.  In the Fall of 1958,

as a fascinating girl of 20- she spent a fortnight with us at "Missing

Acres", making many friends.  Returning to England, she married June

20, 1959 in St.Mary's Church, Bryanston Square, London, Capt. Henry

Malcolm Chitty Havergal, Coldstream Guards, born May, 1934, son of

Dr. Henry Havergal and his wife Hyacinth Chitty. They now have two

children:

4/1. Henry Arthur Robert Havergal, born April 14, 1960, in Glasgow,

Scotland.

 

4/2. Anne Louise Havergal, born Oct.16. 1963, in London.

 

3/3. Anne Louise Fender, born October, 1939 at Hertford, who lives at

present (1964) in London and is a Director of the O'Hana Art Gallery.

 

She is engaged to be married on June 26/1964 to Peter Thorold, born

1930, son of Sir Guy Thorold, who for some time was economic adviser to

the British Embassy in Washington and who has a lovely place at Stanton

in North Gloucestershire. Peter is an Underwriting Member of Lloyds and

is Liberal Candidate for Huntingdonshire.

 

1/6. William Wallace Campbell, my father, (1860-1938), sixth child of

Archibald and Isabella Prior Campbell, was born in Quebec August 22,

1860, and after a happy boyhood at "Thornhill" was sent to school in

England at Malvern College, Worcestershire, England, where he won all

the top prizes as a gymnast. Returning to Quebec, he impulsively

enlisted as a trooper on the Queens Own Canadian Hussars but was bought

out by my irate grand-father and packed off to a family friends in San

Francisco. There he entered the English Insurance firm of Faulkner Bell

& Co., and when they fell into difficulties, joined the Pioneer

American Steamship Company, the Pacific Mail, by whom he was sent out

in 1888 or 1889, to their Yokohama office under Alec Center, the Agent.

 

"Willy-Wally" as father was affectionately known to all his friends,

was short but very strong, a fine swimmer and acrobatic diver; also,

thanks to his Hussar training, a daring horseman. His most engaging

attribute, however was  an irrepressible merry disposition: and he was

soon one of the most popular bachelors of Yokohama. Above all else, his

favorite sport was sailing, and he used to declare "A minute ashore is

a minute wasted."  He designed his own and other small yachts such as

the "Sayonara", "Mandesuka", "Sodesuka" and "Naruhodo". With two or

three kindred spirits he started the Mosquito Yacht Club of Yokohama,

whose members sailed every Sunday seven miles down the Bay to Tomioka,

a pretty cove where they were granted the use of a small temple and the

connected priest's dwelling as a Club House. Some years later, he

owned a beautiful large yacht, the "Daimyo", his pride and joy; in fact

she became almost a part of himself.  His venturesome cruises in her

are legendary and so widely was he known as an intrepid sailor that in

whatever port he was stationed, he was inevitably elected Commodore of

the Sailing Club. Up and down the China Coast, he was known as "The

Commodore" and with his bright pink face and blue eyes he looked every

inch a sailor.

 

Among the many charming girls, daughters of early foreign residents,

whom he met on first arriving at Yokohama, was merry little "Calla"

Rice, his feminine counterpart, tiny but full of zest, a crack tennis

player and gifted with a lovely, clear soprano voice. Her grandfather,

Col. Elisha E. Rice, had been the first American Consul appointed to

Japan when it was opened to foreign trade in 1857, and was stationed at

the Northernmost of the four treaty ports, Hakodate in Yezo. Col.Rice's

son George Edwin Rice, with his young bride, joined his staff in

Hakodate in 1868, where first twin daughters Mabel and Lily were born

Dec.2l/1868 and three years later, "Calla" (Clara Edwina Rice) on

Sept.21/1871. Six years later George brought his whole family down to

Yokohama where the girls grew up in the singularly happy social

atmosphere of these days. My husband, Chester as a Yokohama boy knew

both Calla and Willy-Wally well, watched them fall in love and shared

the general rejoicing when they were married on November 30/1892.

 

They lived first in a bungalow at No.7 Bluff, where I, Dorothy May

Campbell, was born May 18/1895, followed by my brother Archibald

Kenneth Campbell, on Oct.2/1986.

 

Soon afterwards, father transferred to the Pacific Mail Hongkong

Agency, where we lived across the bay at Kowloon, sometimes summering

in the Portuguese colony of Macao, down the Coast a short distance.

 

In 1900, father was transferred back to Yokohama, and a year later took

us all home to Quebec on leave, his father Archibald, then 78, being

still at "Thornhill".  His mother Isabella had died in 1887, just

before he went out to Japan.  It so happened that father's younger

brother Kenneth, together with his bride of a year. Edith Anne Bannon,

also visited "Thornhill" during our stay there and in a letter written

Aug.18/1901, to her mother in England, Edith says:- "Thornhill" is a

pretty, rambling old place and the father a dear.  He is very fond of

dogs and has some devoted old collies and a fox-terrier who never let

him out of his sight. We were awfully pleased to find that Kenneth's

brother and his wife had just arrived from China. You remember hearing

Calla sing in Hongkong.  She is such a nice little woman, though the

journey had been rather much for her and she was not very well.

Willy Wally is just as nice as everyone in the Far East said he was; in

fact our only disappointment was that we could not stay with them all a

little longer.

 

After our stay in Quebec, we visited mother's cousins, the James Burns

Wallaces of Canaan New Hampshire at their big, fertile farm beside a

lake called Hart's Pond, being warmly welcomed.

 

At the end of father's leave, he was posted to Kobe, where we lived

until Archie and I were taken to England in 1907 and put to school in

Guernsey, our parents returned to Kobe.  In 1912 was appointed General

Agent of the Pacific Mail in Japan and went back to Yokohama to occupy

the Company's large residence at No.4 Bund, facing the beautiful bay.

Here they were living when I returned from school in 1913 but later

that Summer we moved up to No.1 Bluff, most of Yokohama's residents

having by this time forsaken the early settlement for the more

picturesque Bluff. No 1 was a wide-spread, gracious, wine-colored old

house with breezy verandas and a landscaped garden; and we were still

there when Chester and I were married on June 21/1916.  Archie had

remained in England and was studying to enter the church, rather

against father's wishes, but he was resolved.

 

Presently father and mother moved again to No.37 Bluff, close to the

Bluff Gardens and Tennis Courts where they were living when the Great

Earthquake of 1923 destroyed Yokohama. This terrible event has already

been described.  All of us survived and were evacuated to Kobe and

Shanghai, my parents returning after a few months to Yokohama, living

in simple, temporary houses amid the ruins, while things gradually took

shape again.  In l925, the U.S. Government owned ships operated by the

Pacific Mail since the war, were sold off to the highest bidder, Robert

Dollar, and the Pacific Mail, unpreparedly left without ships, decided

to cease operations and disband its staff.  Thus, after 38 years of

loyal service and in his 66th year, father had to start life afresh,

setting himself up in Kobe as an Exporter. In this, thanks to his

popularity and grit, he was modestly successful through the next ten

years; but early in 1938 failing health compelled him to retire.  In

May, 1938, he and mother said goodbye for the last time to Japan and

came to join Chester and me in Summit, New Jersey, where we were

living.  Sadly, however, when father stepped off the plane, it was

apparent that he was a very sick man indeed.  Archie flew over from

Scotland for the month of July, but thereafter father failed rapidly

and died September 21/1938.  His body was cremated next day during one

of the fiercest hurricanes the Atlantic Seaboard has ever known,

inflicting colossal damage along the shore and up through New England to

Canada. I can think of no more fitting end for "The Old Sea King" as he

was often called, than to cross the Styx in such a dramatic storm.

 

We sent father's ashes to Archie, then Rector of Trinity Church in

Dunoon, Scotland, who consigned them to the waters of the Clyde from

his small yacht off the shores of Argyll whence the first Campbell

ancestor sailed two centuries ago.

 

A few months later, mother went on to England to join her sisters in

London; but as the war grew in intensity, we prevailed on her to

return in 1940.  She then lived with us for the rest of her days,

eventually dying in Ivy, Virginia, September 26/l959, at the age of 88.

 

This brings to an end my narrative of The Campbells of Quebec, and it

remains only to record father and mother's descendents, who are:

1. Dorothy May Campbell, born at Yokohama, Japan, May 18/1895.  Married

June 21/1916 Otis Manchester Poole, born Chicago, Ills.  Sept.6/1880,

son of Otis Augustus Poole and Eleanor Isabella Armstrong.  Chester was

a typical Far Easterner, brought up in Japan and, though an American,

in charge of one of the oldest British merchant hongs in Yokohama,

Dodwell & Co.Ld.

We had three children: -

1. Anthony Campbell Poole, born March 29/1917, at Yokohama, Japan; died

April l8/l944 at Lima Peru.  Married Dec.19/1943 in La Pas, Bolivia,

Luba Arlyustin Gustus, born March 30/1916 in Khabarovsk, Siberia.  They

had no children.

2. Richard Armstrong Poole born April 29/1919, in Yokohama; Married

November 2/1957 in Ivy, Virginia, Jillian Hanbury, born Aug.11/1930 in

London, England, daughter of Anthony Henry Robert Culling Hanbury and

Una Rawnsley. They have two children:

1.  Anthony Hanbury Poole, born Feb.6/1961, in Washington, DC.

2. Colin Rawnsley Poole, born Jan.14/1964, in Washington, DC.

 

3. David Manchester Poole, born July 4/1920, in Yokohama, Japan;

Married June 23/1950, in Woonsocket, Rhode Island, Sally Cooper Jarret,

born June 11/1952, at Providence, R.I., daughter of Hugo Aram Jarret

and Isobel Rolfe White.

They have 2 children: -

1. Jeffery Campbell Poole, born June 11/1952 in Huntington, Long

Island, NY.

2. Christopher Jarret Poole, born Nov.11/1954, in Huntington.

 

2. Archibald Kenneth Campbell, born Oct.2/1896 in Yokohama, Japan. who

entered the Church and has passed his life in Scotland. His history is

given in full elsewhere.  In 1931 he married in Fort Rose, Scotland

Jean Douglass, born 1901 in Bombay, India, daughter of Robert Douglass

and Jane Constance Haldane.  Jean died April 24/1959 and is buried at

Holy Trinity Church, Dunoon of which Archie had been the Rector for

many years. They had no children.

 

Since Archie is the last surviving descendant of the original Archibald

Campbell to bear the family name, it is sad to realise that it will end

with him.

 

From Lee Mayher 13/7/2001:

 

We are in possession of the genealogy book of Sir Andrew Noble, which covers this family extensively.  If you want any information additional to your present info, just contact us.

The parentage you have for John Quelch Saxton is probably incorrect, per this book.  Andrew Noble states:

 

Clement Saxton and Joan Justice had 7 children.  The second was Edward Saxton, Lord of the Manor of Goosey, which he bought; this is 4 miles from Wantage and 15 miles from Abingdon, of which he, like his father, was Mayor.  In 1716 he was apprenticed to Thomas Harvey, a currier, and in 1721 to Thomas Bush of Abingdon, a wool draper, whose daughter he married.  This Edward Saxton and Elizabeth Bush had seven children...  John Saxton of the 45th Regiment (son of Edward Saxton and Elizabeth Bush) has sometimes been put forward as our John Quelch Saxton.  He cannot be because he died unmarried in Valence in France in July 1778, and a letter to the War Office shows that in 1777 he was at 'Au Buis en Dauphine' and that he had already been away 2 years from is regiment, which was still in America."

 

After eliminating these false trails, let us return to the Edward Saxton, the rich tanner of Pangbourne, who married Mrs. Elinor Fawcett.  The local register records the baptism of 4 children; two boys called Edward died young; we have dates of birth or baptism for William and Ann.  We then turn to the town of Wallingford, which is 10 miles from Pangbourne and 14 miles from Wantage, the original family home.  He we find that in the church of St. Leonard on the 15th of April, 1733, John Saxton married Mary Quelch, both of the parish of Wallingford.  The records of St. Mary, Wallingford, show that they had a son, also called John Saxton, who was baptised on the 3rd of July 1737.  Mary Saxton was buried on the 18th of March, 1756 and John Saxton her husband on 13th February 1757, leaving his son, John, an orphan at just under 20.  Meanwhile, there is a will of John Saxton of Wallingford, grocer, on the 10th of March 1743, leaving a life interest to Mary Saxton and the remainder to his only son John, failing whom the property was to pass to the testator's brothers, Clement and William, or to his sister, Ann Wilder, a widow.  The trustees for this will were William Birch of Calcott near Abingdon, and Edward Saxton of London, distiller.  "I Think that this Edward Saxton was probably the Edward Saxton of Whitefriars, Lord of the Manor of Goosey..." 

 

On the 29th of June, 1758, probably just after his 21st birthday, John Saxton married in St. Mary's Wallingford, Sophia Saxton, also of that parish; she was perhaps a cousin, for example possibly the daughter of William Saxton who was baptised in 1704.  The register of St. Mary's Wallingford shows that John and Sophia Saxton had 3 children: John Saxton baptised 25 Sep 1760, Charlotte Saxton, baptised on the 22nd July 1762, and Harriot (sic) baptised on the 21st of January 1764.  There can be little doubt that this is the same man who died in Quebec 16 April 1809.

 

 He also has quite a bit of personal history of the life of this John Quelch Saxton in America.

 

Hope the above helps.

 

Lee Mathers

 

 

 

Initial transcript: 12 Dec 1999

12/6/2001: resaved HTML from Word

15/10/2001: extra Saxton info.

22/9/2003: Ernest Wurtele info added

17/1/2006: Bobbie Middlemiss info.
6/8/2007: Minor additions & editing



[i] See Campbell Notes - Mary (Rankin) Sargeant for later details of this family.

[ii] See Campbell Notes - Eileen Reid Marcil re shipbuilding on St Lawrence. Includes picture of Manoir Rankin-Campbell.

 

[iii] See Campbell Notes - Bobbie Middlemiss