Sunday, October 26, 2014

Marjorie's Father - Adam Christopher Fetterly

"Of course my father kept our house like Grand Central Station, because he was a very, very gregarious man. While we lived in that house my father was Mayor of Cornwall, an insurance manager, president of the horticultural society and president of the Lacrosse League (that is a game played by the Indians and  became popular in Canada and my father became president of it for the whole Canadian League and so  he was very interested in sports.  He would walk down to a ballpark that we had about a mile from our home at night to see games.  He was very athletic minded, he didn't play anything himself I don't believe, but he backed things and was interested in it.  As a result of his insurance business we had people flocking to the house.  He had an office down town, but he had agents out in the country.  He was one of the first insurance men in Canada, I think.   He'd have these agents in country communities and he'd say," When you come to town, come to our house."  So, they'd all flock to our house." -Marjorie Fetterly Thomas

Here is a link to a local news article about Adam being Mayor of Cornwall, his success in the insurance company, and his interest in sports (it has a picture of him and his residence): http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~onstormo/cboard/cb113.htm

Here, he is listed as president of L. F. Hogan, Limited which appears to have provided both funeral services and home furnishings: http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~onstormo/cboard/cb131.htm

"And then, we had a car and a lot of people didn't have cars.  So, he’d say, "Come on over and we'll give you a ride."  So we had people coming for car rides.
            "Then he had so many relatives you couldn't believe it.  He had so many relatives that came to town.  My father was born in the county of Stormont (note:  This is incorrect. It was Dundas county), and my mother in the county of Glengarry.  They met in the middle county.  The three counties were sort of a triumvirate.  Stormont County which was the central county and married (in Toronto, Canada) and lived in Stormont County and his relatives from Dundas (County) flocked down there because it was a larger town than they had in Dundas (County).  My mother's relatives came but not in droves.  I had so many relatives that I had three Aunt Mary's.  Three of my father's brothers married Marys.  I had Aunt Mary John, Aunt Mary Phil and Aunt Mary Mark.  Dad had twin brothers.  I was born on their birthday, Aug. 3rd. The twins were Mark and Saxon, but Saxon died.  He had a fourth brother, Uncle Bill. He was married to Aunt? (Note:  In our genealogy, Uncle Bill was married to Mary Jane Froats.  Thus Mom really had 4 Aunt Marys.  This must have been Aunt Mary Bill).
     "He had three sisters, Aunt Soph, Aunt Annie, and Aunt Ella."  


" She was determined that her children would have good educations and my father and Phil were sent to high school and to normal school and became teachers. My father became a principal and then he went into the insurance business to make a little more money for a big family."

" My father also was a very kind, outgoing man.  Nobody came to our door and went away empty handed. (Dad told me that Papa would reach in his pocket and not even look at what amount of money he pulled out and just give to whomever was in need at the time).My mother would prepare meals.  In those days people were walking across Canada. There was an awful lot of travel on foot.  I think they had our house marked, a tree in front of our house marked, because everybody stopped at our house and asked for help. When my father was mayor, he caught on to kind of a good thing.  He would get the council to give the person railroad fare.  He'd take care of them overnight but he would give them railroad fare to Toronto which was a large city where they could find employment and in that way he relieved the situation in Cornwall of unemployment.   That was after we really moved around the corner.  I remember moving around the corner."

"My father had us sitting on the arms of his chair doing puzzles, reading to us, reciting poetry. He could recite Whittier's Snowbound word for word and we would listen to him. He would awaken us in the morning with a poem, call out a poem from his bed. My father was I think forty-nine when I was born or forty-eight. He was much, much older. He was 7 or 8 years older than my mother. My mother had me very late on in life. I think she was 39 or 40. So we had older parents, but they always were interested in us and in our friends."

Whittier's "Snowbound": http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174758



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