Shiels United Presbyterian Church in Belhelvie, Aberdeeshire, Scotland

Shiels United Presbyterian Church in Belhelvie, Aberdeeshire, Scotland
Shiels United Presbyterian Church, Whitecairns, Aberdeen, Scotland. My family worshipped at this church.

Tuesday, March 31, 2026

Annie from London ... a long LOST and now much BELOVED cousin

I haven't written on this blog about Annie and Barry and Julian, but they are in another blog that I wrote on my mission and they are now published in a little coffee table book of our mission that my daughter Ashlyn published. They are very dear to me .... They were one of the most pleasant and important surprised on our mission. Because this is a family history blog I will copy my other blog here.

Beatrice had a daughter Mary and I have cousins Annie and Julian

The end of May/beginning of June when Steve and I were told to take a week and see what we wanted to before going to Guernsey we headed west to Bristol and Devon. It takes no encouragement to get me to those places. We saw the Tedburrow sign and I was aware of the the area  in my family's history, but didn't have it all figured out. Stephanie and I had been  to Tedburrow in  July. We talked to a few people  on the road and one man in a large house, but still couldn't pinpoint houses or cottages. Tedburrow is a small area ...not even a hamlet, just outside of Hemyock, Devon, England and my Great Great Grandparents death certificates and census records say they lived and died in Tedburrow,  so  I was not finished! October put us back in the area for a Senior Conference. When we had a little time we headed to do family history .... SURPRISE,  SURPRISE! We first headed to Plymouth to do Steve's work. See previous post on John Rowe Moyle. We went directly to the records office in Plymouth and found some great maps that helped us pinpoint those Moyle houses, but I also found a great map of Devon and I was able to search the Tithe Applotment records for Devon ancestors, especially those that were from Hemyock, my Broomfield family. my grandmother Isabella's family. Again, I found a map and we headed to Tedburrow. 

Short, short version.  There were two houses that interested me.  One bore the name, Tedburrow Cottage, the same name as on the census records f or William  Broomfield and Sarah Wood. So I knocked on the door of the cottage and sweet Mrs. Richards answered the door. I asked her questions about the cottage and I thought there must have been additional  cottages in the back, according to the map. She told me that the back of their cottage was an add-on and yes, there were cottages in the back that are no longer there. She said that she had another man and a lady come by to see the cottage and she had a letter from them and  knew right where the letter was. The letter, although I didn't know it at the time,  opened up an unknown  and new  part of my family tree. Julian Potter had written the letter prior to a visit to see Tedburrow Cottage with his sister Annie, but I still did not know if they had a Broomfield connection or if I was on the right path.  I knew I was close. So I took  a picture of the letter and sent off my own letter to Julian, who actually lives quite close to Tedburrow. Apparently very soon  after his sister Annie emailed me a couple of times and I did not get the email. One day when we were in Guernsey I received a phone call from Annie. Yes, we are related and she told me that she was the granddaughter of Beatrice, my grandmother's sister. That couldn't be ... Beatrice didn't have a daughter. Beatrice was never married!

Victoria "Mary" Broomfield with her 
daughter Annie.

She lived most of her adult life in a hospital, home or an institution. "No, she didn't marry but, yes she did have a daughter," said Annie. At some point Beatrice was taken out of one home, probably close to 1920 and became pregnant, or that is what they were told and the daughter Victoria Mary Broomfield was the result of that pregnancy.  Mary had two children Annie and Julian and they are my second cousins. Annie and her husband Barry live in London and Julian lives in Devon, Newton Abbot to be exact. We met in on a Saturday in March in Dorset at her parent's former home, that they call the Forge, because at one time it was a  forge. Julian came also and  we  had a wonderful visit, exchanged information and shared a  wonderful meal together. It really was  wonderful! They have never known family on their mother's side, and although there are many here in England, the two of us, who have had the least family around  us all of our lives, met in Dorset.  Their mother Mary had a difficult upbringing in foster homes where the parents were mean and even meaner because Mary was  illegitimate.  How cruel! Mary so wanted to know family and at one time Annie had added up just the family on rough sheets Annie had obtained from the home where Beatrice had lived. She told her mother that she had lots of family. Their parents 

Mary Broomfield and Don Potter her 
husband, parents of Annie and Julian.

spent their entire adult lives in the village of Bryanston and their father, Don  Potter, an artist taught at the Bryanston Residential School, just down the road, as did their mother. Both parents, amazing artists and craftsman. I so wish I had known them. The forge was a favorite for me with paintings on the walls, hand thrown pottery all around and pieces of each of their work, a woven screen  that their mother had maid and pillows that had been made from handspun yard. Sculptures and work of their father.  It was difficult to take it all in. I went to the bathroom upstairs and it took  me so long because I had to stop all along the way and look at everything. It was all so tasteful. I suppose besides meeting them one of the real treasure of the trip were the rough hand typed notes that they had obtained from the home where Beatrice had lived. We started to add up the James Broomfield family including my grandmother Isabella and  their grandmother Beatrice. They had three more children on those rough notes that I did. Three more children ... three that I never knew about and was never told about. Did my grandmother know that. All three had been born  between census years and had died as infants, two boys, James and John and a girl Sara Ellen. I searched for years there weren't children on the indexes,  I looked in areas that I knew James and Ellen Broomfield lived and looked for names that sounded like family. I have found, sent for and received all their birth certificates and the boys death certificates.The information had been provided to the home by Beatrice and Isabella's older sisters Fanny and Eliza. Well, if I do nothing  more on this mission and I hope we are doing and will do much more, this may be enough. A beautiful new family relationship. I sent she and Julian a number of pictures of Beatrice, some that I had on my computer, some that Anthony sent me and some that my Uncle George sent me. They had not seen any of them and were delighted. They saw their grandmother as a child and as an adult. It has  been very tender and very rewarding for me. So life in southern  England has not disappointed. We need to figure out a way to do more rescuing of the YSA and with the new emphasis and we already started before this new emphasis on ministering, but I will save that for another blog. I have three new cousins Annie, Barry and Julian. I am very blessed and very happy.

 
Annie and Julian Potter children of Victoria Mary Broomfield
 
Barry and Annie Singleton and Julian Potter,
my second cousins.
 
Don Potter husband of Victoria Mary Broomfield Potter
 
Victoria "Mary" Broomfield Potter daughter of
Beatrice Broomfield
 
Don and "Mary" Broomfield Potter and their family, Bryanston Village, Dorset
 
Victoria "Mary" Broomfield Potter



Bryanston School where Don Potter taught art, sculpting and ceramics for over 40 years.


"The Forge" home of Don and Mary Broomfield Potter.  Don's studio is
on the left. Now summer home of Annie and Barry in Bryanston Village
 in  Dorset.








Saturday, November 8, 2025

My English GreatGrandparents James Broomfield and Helen (Hellen/Halland) Coles Broomfield

Steve and I were called to serve in the England South Mission, later the England London Mission and left in May of 2017.  For the first seven months we lived and served in St. Peter Port, Guernsey. That's another story. But before we went to Guernsey we lived for a week in a flat in East Grinstead, near the London Temple. There was going to be a conference in the London area and our mission president told us to go and do anything we wanted for the next week so we could be near for the conference. Do anything we wanted ...Of course my mind went right to family history and in particular my Broomfield and Coles families. We had a car and I knew where my grandmother Isabella Broomfield Rahier was born, 15 Bonnington Square, as I had been there in 1995, when I took my mother Catherine (Kay) Rahier Lillie and my aunt Angela Rahier Quinn to Europe, but my grandmother or my mother had given me two burial cards for their grandparents and I wanted to find their burial sites. On the card for James Broomfield, Streatham Cemetery was listed as his resting place. It also gave the grave number so I thought it would be an easy find. Streatham Cemetery is located on Garratt Lane, Tooting, Wandsworth, Greater London, near Wimbledon Tennis Club. Like we always did, we drove around, drove past a number of times and had to turn around. That day the cemetery was closed and we had to come back later. Such a disappointment! 

But go back we did! I couldn't find a headstone and was really puzzled as there was just a large mound of grass and wild flowers. The cemetery office was open and after waiting for a little while the employee told me that there was no one buried in that area. I showed him the burial cards and then he was puzzled. so he went to the huge master books and looked up the plot. It was there but it was a pauper's grave with many buried there. I had never experienced looking at a common pauper's grave before. He and his brothers had been quite successful in the dairy business in south east London. The newspapers have articles about their business. 





This is the paupers grave where James Broomfield is buried.
 I looks quite peaceful, but there are many buried there.
After all he had accomplished in his life this is his final
resting spot at least for his body.
 R.I.P.  Great Grandfather!





 

Monday, September 22, 2025

Forester's Creek, North Carolina ... Found It!

Last September (2020) I needed to get away. We had no college football games, no theater or concerts, couldn't see our families, no work, no mission, no in person church so I thought and felt it was time to get away. Rent a camper, rent a car to pull it and leave. I won't blog the trip but we went south to Florida and then east ending on the east coast in Myrtle Beach and point northward. The goals were beaches, national parks, gold courses and  of course FAMILY HISTORY! For years I had wanted to go to North Carolina, but knew little about North Carolina. Michael Grote (Groat) probably came with the Davis and Gage families when they left Orange County after the  Revolutionary War on their way to hopefully, new land and freedom in Canada. 

It has been said that in 1781 General Charles Cornwallis arrived at the Davis plantation where his men were sheltered and fed. The Gant plantation was the headquarters for Cornwallis. The families  had allied with the British and their farm had been used as a hosting ground for Cornwallis and his army and later ravaged by the opposition. 

Cornwallis defeated the American Army commanded by Major General Nathaniel Greene at the Battle of Guilford Court House. The following fateful battle occurred after Cornwallis and his troops marched to Virginia, where on October 19, 1781 surrendered at the Battle of Yorktown, the last major battle of the American Revolution. 

So thus all of this part of our journey was to find those sites in North Carolina that may or may not have been land my family lived and work on, but it is the only "maybe" information  I have  found up to this point.

I have a number of documents that said that on this exit from North Carolina they had been accompanied by faithful slaves. This may be a surprise for some and was a total surprise to me, Michael Groat (Groat) father or grandfather to my great great grandfather William Groat (Grote) may have been one of those slaves. A story for another post. William married to Elizabeth Adams, an Irish woman who also immigrated to the Guelph, Ontario area. They lived, bore nine daughters and one son, who died early and died within miles of their original homestead in Marden, Guelph Township, Wellington County, Ontario, Canada.
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After crossing Cape Fear on a ferry (SIDE NOTE: You know I sought out and found places where the movie Safe Haven was filmed) and spending one stormy night in Wilmington we headed inland to Raleigh/Durham (Orange County). I had spent years previous looking over this area and these lands. Many think you can do all this from home, maybe those smarter than I, but getting a layout of the land and the country and talking to local people always helps. We spend the greater part of our first day there talking on the phone, because of Covid, to historians, librarians and looking for the two places I had identified as possible places where my Groat/Grote ancestors lived, the lands of Robert and William Davis. I had some old maps and also looked online at land transfers in the area and spoke to people at those offices, as much as I could due with everything closed. The second day after having no success  and getting to the point I didn't think we would ever find anything the first day we were going to go straight to Asheville but Jenny Smoot Preece had told me about a slave plantation, Stageville Plantation, near where she and Steve had lived, so we went there. We were the only people, so got a short tour and then a small car ride to the other part of the plantation. But I still felt like I needed to find Foresters Creek (Note: it is now Forest Creek) which flows into the South Fork of Little River. I finally found Forest Creek (now named) on  google maps. We tried a couple of  times. It was near the town Sh.  I had tried the day before to find it but no way ... it was a lost and frustrating cause then and I thought it was going to be a  lost cause today, but I felt propelled to find it.  Michel Groat  may have been born on and lived on this property that was owned by Robert Davis and possibly also William Davis, both of whom went to Canada after the Revolution. Robert Davis, at one time, owned 385 acres on Forester's Creek. He died at Little Rock, Orange County, North Carolina.

  • January 25, 1772 Orange County waters of Haw River on both sides of Nelson's Branch, being part of 200 acres, more or less, part of a larger tract of land granted to David Phillips by the Earl of Granville. Phillips  was father to Hannah Phillips who married William Davis. William Davis was deeded land by his father-in-law
  •  April 12, 1792 William Davis sold 195 acres on the west side of Haw River on Nelson's Branch to Henry  White.
  • 17 April 1797 Henry White sold 195 acres to John Powell (Margaret)  .. 22 chains to the hickory pole in James Freelands line. 
  • Another try and again I marked the spot on google maps. It took us to a private community and when we  got out I had Steve sit by the side of the road while I took another look. I thought I had it and up pulled a  white car with a flashing light on it. Yes, it was the postman and who knows the area better than a postman. He confirmed my thoughts and we set off in the opposite direction down  the road, a  turn, another turn and finally a  bridge over Forest Creek. I could not determine the piece of  land by the old map I had as roads were not marked and lands were not the same divisions.  If I had been more prepared and followed up the old map with subsequent maps I may have come closer. We went up a  long lane and  I knocked at the door and a man younger than I answered. He was very suspicious, but finally told me we were in the right area, but without road names, like Hunt, he couldn't give us more information. Why do I do  this? It really doesn't matter and that is true, but there is a magic, peace, respect in walking the roads and lands where ancestors may have walked and lived. It is sacred to me and  maybe so  many don't understand it, but I feel it. Maybe it  is like they walk with me, or they are  at l east pleased with my effort to get to know them better. It's been a long  trip, but it's moments like these that tmake it worthwhile. I am glad I didn't give up. 

Monday, April 25, 2016

It was almost like loosing a family member, although I don't want to try that one ...

Well, a Hewlett Family History wouldn't be complete without a mention of our favorite car, that we had to part with this year, and we would have never parted with it ... it died! For the winter the kids said we were a typical Mexican-American family or a Mexican-Mexican family (that sounds like a slur, but we can claim a little of Annie's heritage.) We had a car parked on our front yard ... who does that in Bountiful, but again, I, or we weren't ready to part with the mobile. It WAS a part of our life and almost like a journal in itself. We went everywhere with everyone in our Landcruiser. Sometimes on a Moab Jeep Safari we had water up to the center of the doors and had to rebuild roads so we could go up or down. The cruiser explored the Canadian prairies and Rockies, went from Utah, through, Montana, South and North Dakota and back again. The cruiser made numerous trips to the ranch and to the beach, and every one of our children learned to drive a stick shift in the cruiser. In the winter, we pulled tubes, made "donuts" in the snow in the church parking lot and rescued many stuck cars. You could pull anything out of anywhere with the cruiser. I was 8+ months pregnant with Ashlyn when Steve and I went for a drive in the high Unitahs. In retrospect it was not our smartest decision. Bump, bump, bump, along paved and dirt roads and even some trails. Ashlyn came not long after. My placenta had torn away from the side of the uterus and I hemorrhaged and Ashlyn had swallowed some fluid. They had to rush her to the NICU to suck out her lungs. There is some significance to the fact that she was the last cruiser driver.

The cruiser was never the same after Anthony, left it out of gear and it slide back into the rock columns of the Bountiful Cemetary. It was never the same after the oil plug dislodged, the engine seized and Dad didn't tell anyone about it and never got it fixed. It was never the same after the auto shop classes at Woods Cross High School rebuilt the engine. If only I had had time and the talents to lovingly restore it myself!

As a cruiser owner, I felt like I belonged to a special community. People would wave or give a thumbs up, just because we both were driving Cruisers. There is a Cruiser club and a shop on the west side of Salt Lake that only fixes Land Cruisers. I still see every Landcruiser that passes by. I notice it's dings or rust and mourn at the absences of both. We celebrated every major mileage change. I am weepy as I write this .... I feel like a part of me is lost! In fact, as I write this I want to go and find it.

We bought the car about a year before we moved from Salt Lake City to Bountiful. Steve just came home with it one day. It cost us $16,000, which was soooooooooooooooo much. Even now that seems like a lot. But it was the beginning of a love affair. Maybe that is why our children are unmarried ... they have already had one love! It is hard to get over a first love ............... We left on our first major trip to Expo 86 just as we were closing the doors on our little house in Sugarhouse. I cried then too, as I cleaned the floors in Stephanie and Brett's "peach" bedroom on Ramona Avenue. THE CRUISER TOOK US THEN TO VANCOUVER with Grandma Hewlett and Todd unbelted in the back. What were we thinking! The car was too small for us when we bought it, but as you know, love is blind.

I was driving in Salt Lake City a few weeks ago, and as I drove past a garage I noticed a land cruiser in one of the bays. It had the same rusts and same dents as our car. I was on the phone with Anthony at the time and I "screamed," quietly, hung up the phone, made a "U" turn, investigated and took pictures. It had different seats, it had different carpet in the back, but the signage that Ashlyn had taken off was off on this model. It also had a temporary license on it .... it felt like OUR landcruiser, and I am sure, if it was, the car, must have missed the laughter, music, jokes and Hewlett family personalities.

We did have one glitch on that first trip. We were ascending a large hill in Washington and the car began to overheat. And when we got to the first town we had to have the temperature gauge replaced.

Well, let's see, we went to California and the beach MANY, MANY times, even in December, when we were only going to St. George; to Canada MANY times, to Durango, to Denver (me for a friend's funeral), to Yellowstone, Montana, to the ranch, to the ranch, to the ranch, ranch, ranch, to Moab and many, many semi-dangerous trails. I know it has cruised the Boulevard more times than I even want to acknowledge. So many good times! I even gave birth to Ashlyn shortly after having Steve take me on an "off-normal" road ride in the Unitahs. It wasn't probably the smartest of ideas ... I hemorraged later, as the placenta had ripped away from the uterine wall and Ashlyn had to be rushed to the NICU unit as she had swallowed (maybe that isn't right) blood and was not breathing. Maybe her middle name should have been Toyota or Cruiser ... although Isabella seems so perfect now.

Stephanie took the cruiser to BYU for a short time, in between cars. Our last three kids used the cruiser as school transportation and Ashlyn's last year as a student at Bountiful High was given, by the administration, a "Keys to Success" card so that she would have a chance of winning a new car at the end of the year. We felt it should have been bronzed and left in the parking lot. By then everyone in Bountiful, or at least our family's friends, knew the car and often when I was driving it I would get honks and waves, because they thought the "youngins" were at the wheel.

The automotive classes at the school where I work have tried to fix it a couple of times, and I am not sure if that was a good idea. Some of the students even tell me it wasn't, and it wasn't cheap. They redid the engine and it has overheated ever since. The last time it only worked for part of a maiden voyage north on I-15, and then something exploded inside ... It's heart broke and so did mine. I know the boys and they tried .............!

Well, the Cruiser is gone now and we still think about it everytime we see a restored Landcruiser or one that is in good condition. One was parked outside Kneaders in Provo a few weeks ago. Ashlyn and I had gone for lunch and looked for a long time when we left. No car will replace the cruiser! It truly was a member of the family. We saved a bench seat and the front grill and Ashlyn saved a nameplate.They will become part of our family room landscape. It just seems appropriate! A memorial to the Cruiser.

We Are Scotland ...

I don't usually use these pages for music, but I don't want to ever forget these songs. I love Scottish music or music with images of Scotland. Maybe soon! Enjoy!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o74NLHSx1cs


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOO5qRjVFLw&app=desktop

Here is another one for my Irish ancestors.  So many great renditions of this ....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YfRielL3Q94

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Margaret Rennie ... my 3rd Great Grandmother ... 6 - 35+ YEARS LATER



After at least six years of intently, purposefully looking, reading, online, microfilms and books and trip after trip to the Family History Library in Salt Lake City and to archives and libraries in Canada, I have finally documented the wife of John Rennie (Rainnie/Rainie), an 1834 immigrant from probably Aberdeen, Scotland to Guelph Township, Ontario, Canada, and my 3rd Great Grandfather. For more information see my entry 7/30/13/.

I have looked everywhere! Did I say for SIX (6) + years, and in actuality much longer than that. I would get tired of the search and move on and then come back, because I don't give up and I had to prove her existence and their relationship, and because I was spiritually prodded.

I have documented her descendants in at least 4 Canadian provinces and at least 2 states. When I would go and take care of my mother while she was a patient in the care center in Winnipeg, Manitoba, I would visit the United Church archives in Canada and even made a short trip and numerous calls to Portage La Prairie, to search for descendants who lived there, eventually finding houses and headstones.

The 1906 Historical Atlas of Wellington County, states "RENNIE, JOHN was born Aberdeenshire, Scot. He m. Margaret Raeburn, and came to Canada in 1834. Issue: John (d.), Guelph; Mrs. George Lillie; James (d) Mildmoy; Alexander (d.), Nichol and William.
This historical atlas isn't always accurate, but everything I found for the rest of the family matched the information in the atlas. It all sounded right, but I couldn't find her.
The very early agricultural census of Wellington County pairs John Rennie with his son-in-law George Lillie, but no mention of his wife. They are listed above and below each other on adjoining lots. Today while researching the family of James Rennie and Elizabeth Esson Rennie in the 1861 census of Guelph Township I found Margaret, James' mother and wife of John.


"Margaret, 88 years old, born in Scotland, widow. James, his wife, eight children, and his mother living in a frame one storey house."


In 1861 this would be the house and property across the street from , "Fairview," the George and Jane Rennie Lillie property. Just two years later James and Elizabeth would sell the property to the Blyth family, whose descendants still live on the land and who hold the original deeds that state the land was sold to them by James and Elizabeth Esson Rennie.
This may be the only document that associates her with her family and gives an approximate year of birth and place.

It has been a long six "something" years, more like thirty-five+ years. I am very happy! I will actually sleep better tonight. That sounds dramatic, but I have lost sleep over the years and it came to me, when I really wasn't even looking ... Now where, specifically was she born and married and who were she and John's parents?





1861 Census Guelph Township, Wellington County, Ontario (snip of above picture)
 





So it is now six years since the initial post of Margaret Rennie and I have a very, very  important update. I would say it is a miracle! I was reading some Scottish newspapers and I am not sure how I found an death entry in a Scottish newspaper for Margaret Rennie but I did or it just showed up. From the British Newspaper Archives  


"At Irvineside, Nichol, on the 1st let, Margaret Raeburn relict of the late John Rennie, of Guelph Township, Canada West, aged 93 years. Deceased if a native of Boyndie, Banffshire, Scotland." 

Another generation, a place of nativity. I have never seen this before. 




Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Really! I still cannot find John Rannie/Rennie and Margaret Raeburn Rennie

I am going mad, maybe even driven to some kind of drink .... I have looked for about four years now for John Rannie/Rennie and Margaret Raeburn Rennie (I think that is who he was married to.) The 1906 Historical Atlas of Wellington provides the relationship. This will be a long blog. But, before I add all the information I have on them, let me say that today after weeks of trying to orchestrate the call, I phoned the Woodlawn Cemetary in Guelph, Ontario this morning and talked to Charlotte Mackie, who is a volunteer researcher one day a week at the library. Her husband apparently is also related to the Lillie family through the Atkinson Family and she lives in Marden, Guelph Township, where the Lillie's and the Rannies/Rennies lived. No, John and Margaret are not buried with George and Jane Rennie Lillie, their daughter and son-in-law and no, they are not buried with their son John Rennie and his wife Jean(Jeannie) Watt Rennie. I didn't think so because I have searched those records and been to the cemetery and this was just a long stretch. She did share a little bit of the history of the cemetaries in Guelph and Guelph Township. Woodlawn Cemetery in Guelph did not open until 1854, but the original Presbyterian burying ground was called "Baker Street," and lay behind the Knox Church in Guelph. It is now a parking lot. The majority of the bodies were reinterred in Woodlawn Cemetary, but there were no death or burial records, only monument inscriptions. Those can be found on Ontario Cemetary Finding Aid http://ocfa.islandnet.com/. There were some additional bodies found during construction and  reinterred later in what they call the Lilac Block, but there are no names. So after about an hour on the phone no luck, but she was very helpful and certainly shared some historical background with me. She also has a lady in Alberta who has some Watt photographs and wanted to find relatives. I have her my email and phone number to make a connection. As I mentioned earlier John Rennie Jr. (Guelph Township/Town) was married in Scotland to Jean (Jeannie) Watt. Well I am not further along and maybe I will never find the records. I cannot find their births or marriages in Scotland or their deaths in Canada. I hate dead ends. I need help!

So, to get all the information out there I am inserting some of my research. In fact, this is quite lengthy, but maybe somewhere someone will find this and have something to add. PLEASE!


George and Jean Rennie Lilly/Lillie, my great, great grandparents were married in Strichen, Aberdeenshire, Scotland  on April 2, 1833. According to the Guelph Evening Mercury they came to Canada on their wedding trip to seek not only a new life, but land and a place to raise their family.

 " On the east side of the road the pioneer settler was Mr. James Stirton. Mr. James Stirton sold to Mr. Geo. Lillie who with his bride, Miss Rennie, natives of Aberdeen, started in 1833 on their wedding trip to find a home in Canada and settled on this farm. Mr. Lillie, who was by trade a mason, lived on the farm, "Fairview," until his death. It is now owned by his son, James Lillie. Mr. Lillie's family consisted of three sons, John, Thomas and James and four daughters, Mrs. Geo. Darby, Mrs. G.B. Metcalfe, Mrs. Jos. Atkinson and Mary Ann, dead. This ended the allotment to those colonists by the Canada Company."

 But they were not alone in their quest for their own land and a new start. They were joined in Guelph Township, Wellington County, Ontario, Canada by Janes parents, John Rainnie and Margaret Raeburn, two brothers, William and James, with another brother, John and his wife Jane/Jean Watt joining them in 1844. A fourth brother, Alexander (Sandy), was an early settler in Bon Accord, Nichol Township, Wellington County, Ontario, an early Scottish settlement. William married Elizabeth Beatrice Trail (Terrol) before 1840, James married Elizabeth Esson in 1846, and Alexander married Margaret Webster. Although the name Rannie/Rainnie/Rennie appears in different parts of Canada, all evidence, related to my Rennie family, originally of Guelph Township, seems to be supported by numerous early records, including an article in the Guelph Evening Mercury and another in the 1906 Historical Atlas of Wellington County, Ontario.


RENNIE, JOHN was born Aberdeenshire, Scot. He m. Margaret Raeburn, and came to Canada in 1834. Issue: John (d.), Guelph; Mrs. George Lillie; James (d) Mildmoy; Alexander (d.), Nichol and William.

William was b. Aberdeenshire, Scot., (1815; d.1890). He came to Canada and Guelph Township with his parents in 1834. After working with George Lillie for some time, he bought 49 acres of land from the Canada Co., and cleared it. In 1854, in order to give his family a better chance, he decided to go to  “Queen’s Bush.” He bought 104 acres, lot 4, con. 15, Maryborough, from M.G. Miller, and lots 2 and 3 from Geddes at Elora. He put a home and barn on lot 4, and set there in about 1858. He was an industrious man, and never sought for office, but was well informed in political and municipal matters. He was a Scholl Trustee in Minto for years, and was a Reformer in politics. He m. Elizabeth Trail, of Aberdeenshire. Issue: William, John, James, and Mrs. William Falconer, Maryborough; and Mrs. William Dunn, Portage la Prairie.

James, (son of William above)  b. in Guelph Tp., in 1844, came to Maryborough in 1858. He worked at home for a few years, and when his father  purchased the east half of lot 1, con 14, from Mr. Parker, of Guelph, he went there with him, and at his death succeeded to the place. He has been an Elder of Calvin Presbyterian Church, Rothsay, for fifteen years, and is a strong Reformer in politics, being often on committees. He was a School Trustee in Minto for one year. He married Elizabeth Charters, of Minto. Issue; Dr. William H., Wardsville; Robert, at home; Elizabeth B, (d.2), George, near Moorefield; Jane M. at home; John A. (d.23), Mrs. J.J. Pearson, Portage, Man.; Caroline, in Portage; Ellen M., nurse at Erie, Penn.; Margaret L., at home, and James A. (d 3), Robert operates the farm and carries on mixed farming.

John Sr.'s son, Alexander (Sandy) settled in Bon Accord, Nichol Township, Wellington County, Ontario, Canada. Bon Accord was a Scottish settlement near Elora. The book Elora , The Early History of Elora and Vicinity  by John Connon refers to Mr. Alex Rennie who was born in the city of Aberdeen. “ Mr. Rennie’s father, mother, three sisters and a brother, settled in Guelph Township,” (It should read, three brothers and a sister). 
From documents it appears that part of the Rannie/Rennie family came to Guelph township with or shortly after George and Jane Rainnie (Rennie) Lillie in 1834, we have no records that tell us when John Rannie/Rennie Senior and Margaret Raeburn died and were buried etc.


I have not found John Rainnie’s and Margaret Raeburn’s marriage. From a number of articles written about their children it appears that the children were born in the city of Aberdeen. The Research Wikepedia says that there was only one parish in the City of Aberdeen. “ The city of Aberdeen formerly constituted the parish of St. Nicholas alone, which in 1828 was divided into the six separate parishes of East, West, North, South, the Greyfriars, a former ancient monastery, and St. Clement.  St. Nicholas has gaps in their marriage records,"  in fact Research Wikepedia  states ,”the record is blank February 1790–January 1817, except for one entry in 1813, from which date a separate record is again kept.” This is the time period where John and Margaret would have been married, if they were married in Aberdeen, and “there are many irregular entries during 1790–1820,” again the time period that would validate the births of John and Margaret Raeburn’s children.

The 1834, 1837, 1838 and 1839 Guelph Township Assessment  seem to indicate that John Rennie either shared the property with George Lilly/Lillie or lived with George and his wife Jane/Jean Rainnie Lilly/Lillie. John Rainnie/Rennie, probably brought two other sons with him, James and William, who soon married and bought their own piece of land.


The 1834 Guelph Township Assessment, researched at the Guelph Public Library lists only one Rennie, John with 45 acres cultivated and 55 acres, uncultivated, right above the name of George Lilly with 45 acres of cultivated land and 55 acres of uncultivated land.


1834 Assessment Guelph Township


The 1837 Assessment and Census of the Township of Guelph, again, gives only one Rennie, that being John with 2 horses, 4 cows, 32 acres of rateable property, 32 young cattle and 4 . George Lilly’s name, Concession      #3, again followed right after John Rennie. At the time he has 55 acres of cultivated land and 43 acres of uncultivated land, 1 oxen, 4 milk cows, 4 young cattle and 62 acres of rateable property.


 
 
1837 Assessment Guelph Township

The Assessment and Census of the Township of Guelph 1838, lists three names in order, Alexander McDonald and the Rennie family. Alexander is listed first with 80 acres cultivated land and 20 acres uncultivated land. John Rennie’s name is next with “ “ under the land of Alexander McDonald. I am not sure if that means that he has the same land or that they should be listed together. George Lilly’s name follows, with 45 acres of cultivated land and 45 acres of uncultivated land and a plot of land 20x26.

 

1838 Assessment Guelph Township                              
 
 
Again in the 1839 Assessment and Census of the Township of Guelph the names are almost identical to 1838; Alexander McDonald, Captain, 78 acres of cultivated land and 12 acres of uncultivated land; John Rennie (“) 45 acres of uncultivated land; George Lilly, 55 acres of cultivated land.
 
 
1840 Assessment Guelph Township The 1840 Assessment and Census  of the Township of Guelph takes a different format listing George Lillie first with 50 acres of both cultivated and uncultivated land. John Rennie’s name follows with no land listed beside his name.
In the 1840 Guelph Township, Waterloo Census (Gore District), which is only a nominal census, there is only one Rennie/Rainnie/Rannie. John Rennie is listed on page 13[1]
In 1834, the year George and Jane Lillie and the John and Margaret Raeburn Rannie/Rennie family came, Guelph Township had 7 merchant shops, one grist mill and one saw mill. The town of Guelph and the township grew rapidly. In 1834, in Guelph Township, there were 17 framed houses but by 1836 the number had grown to 52. Brick or stone one storey houses had increased from 0 to 2 in the same years and framed, brick or stone 2 storey houses from 7 to 26. That being said, it needs to be noted that the pioneer “shanty” built of round logs was not taxed and therefore would not have shown up on the assessments. [2] This could have been the

By 1841 Guelph Township was a part of Waterloo County and Wellington District with a population of 13,851 people and the larger area was known as Upper Canada. In 1842 Upper and Lower Canada united to form the Province of Canada. Upper Canada (present-day Ontario) became known as Canada West while Lower Canada (present day Quebec) became known as Canada East. Most townships were laid out in square blocks but some were not, and their division is anyone’s guess. The townships are divided into concessions, generally running east to west, and north to south. However, when a river ran through a township, the lots were laid out to face the river, no matter what direction that was. Concessions were generally divided into lots of 200 acres each, and half lots of 100 acres each.

Almost half the surveyed lands of Upper Canada were purchased after 1818 from native tribes.
The 1861 Agricultural Census of Guelph records James Rennie, who later married Elizabeth Esson/Essen, Lots 21 and 22 (131 acres) Guelph Township and John Rennie (wife Jean/Jeannie Watt), Lots 27 A ( 2 lots 94 acres). In the 1861 census of Guelph Township Wellington County John Rannie has 2 lots, Lots 27 and 12.

A list of Guelph Township residents in 1867 lists at least two Rannies/Rennies,  George Rennie, Con A , Lot 16, listed as a freeholder/House and John Rennie, Con A , Lot 12, also listed as a freeholder/House. As detailed later, George Rennie is John’s son.
John Rennie Jr.'s home (wife Jean/Jeannie Watt), Guelph Township (now in the boundaries of Guelph City).










[1]http://ontariocensus.rootsweb.ancestry.com/transcripts/pre1851/5090-iLAC #MS-700 Reel 2/M-7747, District: Gore District, District:14, Sub-District: Guelph Twp/Assessor John Master
[2] Johnson, Leo A., Guelph Historical Society, Guelph, Ontario, June 1977, History of Guelph 1827-1927.