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			 The home in Hopewell Hill she grew up in
 | To my grandma Atkinson Born Mary Ethel Newcomb
 in Hopewell Hil,  New Brunswick, Canada 
			 1890-03-02 
 ParentsGeorge Whitfield Newcomb
 1857-1948
 Emeline Stevens Newcomb
 1861-1939
     Note: Pictures are clickable for 
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			 from teachers college
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			 The store owned and operated by her father
 |   Children as a rule aren’t especially 
			aware of, or interested in how their parents basic character 
			measures up with societies norms.  It is their own relationship and how they interact with "me" 
			as my mom and dad  that is 
			the   relevant issue for children. 
 It’s sometimes only with age (or when they are gone) we find the 
			perspective to value and appreciate the basic kind of personal 
			values that they really 
			are (or where) as individuals.
 
 This is true of grandparents as well … Just now I am thinking of my 
			maternal grandmother.
 
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			Mary Newcomb born 1890 .. Canada 
			itself was just over 20 years old when she was born ..So she grew up 
			in a new society of hope … but also of uncertainty. 300 years of broken promises by foreign powers indifferent to the 
			suffering of ordinary people in New Brunswick history could easily 
			have led to an inner purpose to make a fresh start for a new life.  
			When she was 15 she would have read about the opening of 
			Saskatchewan in the west. An open frontier hungering for folks to 
			fill it.
 
			Obviously our grandma was an 
			independent free-spirited personality. Perhaps a determination 
			somewhat before her time in a society struggling to retain its 
			conservative roots.  However she seemed to have managed to 
			successfully grow up to graduate from a teachers school in 
			Fredericton and work for a year or two as teacher in NB – and then 
			muster the courage to ‘emigrate’ to Kindersley Saskatchewan by 1913. 
			 
			She 
			must have left her childhood home in Hopewell Hill as a teenager 
			for studies. An amazing,  and character strong woman even then!   | 
			 Taken at Fort Beausejour 
			indicating an interest in the gruesome Acadien history
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			 The road to or from Hopewell Hill
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			| "Emigrating" To 
			Kindersley Saskatchewan 19134043 km west
 
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			 Typical prairie country school at that time
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			formed and opened for settlement 1905   One must 
			remember that the province our grandma came to just 8 years later in 
			1913  lacked most of the functions that one normaly expects in 
			an operating society.  Schools, health care, roads etc etc.  The 
			little country community she came to had put an ad in a news paper 
			in Fredericton seeking a teacher ... They had built the school on 
			their own and now needed a teacher.  | 
		
			| A year later our grandmother 
			married a farmer in the same community - Alfred Hopkins -- ´They had 4 
			children .. my mother was the 4th child born 1921-09-03. Three 
			months after her birth my grandfather passed away.
 Apparently 
			after the first world war, soldiers returning from Europe brought 
			the pandemic Spanish flu ... Although my grandfather wasn't in the 
			military, it was determined that this is what he died of after a 
			lengthy illness.   |  | 
		
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			 The homested that the 4 girls were born
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			 Alfred Edgar Hopkins
 1884 -1922
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			picture must have been taken around the time that grandpa passed 
			away as we know that mom was just 3 months old when he died. | 
		
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			 A random picture of grandma on the 
			doorstep of her home
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			husbands passing was a major life tragedy for grandma .. now a 
			single mother with 4 small children .. With a farm that she had no 
			possiblity of operating, she was forced to sell and with the money 
			she received she could buy a small house in the little town of 
			Kindersley close by.  The town of Kindersley gave her a part 
			time job of doing  accounting for the town and she was able to 
			get odd jobs helping at the hospital and doing other cleaning work 
			in town.
 Her quiet will to survive, and even in less than optimal 
			circumstances, to give the very best life and oportunities she could 
			to her girls is amazing.  ...  Her undisputable sucess in 
			this purpose says a lot about the character that drove her.
 
 I remember my mom telling me that her mother often told them as 
			girls .. "Please don't regard our family as 'poor'. We are rich 
			together in everything that matters
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			 Grandma and her girls
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			 A family that gave grandmas girls 
			a 'summer vacation' spot in the country
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			alot of information of the teenage years of these 4 girls ..but do 
			know that they all turned out to be wonderful persons and all of 
			them left their home with grandma to build families that were an 
			important part of my upbringing. I believe I had 18 cousins from 
			that side of the family. Apparently 
			grandma had said she would't remarry until all her girls had become 
			adults on their own.  | 
			 Mai, Jean, Charlotte and my mom 
			Ruth with their mother in the middle.
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			 Grandmas wedding picture with 
			Ernie Atkinson
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			my personal  memories of grandma began.  At the farm 
			outside Kindersley where Ernie farmed.   | 
			 Me and grandma at Ernies farm
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			 Mom and Jean with Grandma and 
			Ernie at Ernies  farm
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			 Helen and I in grandmas 
			front yard in 
			Calgary
 | Grandma and 
			Ernie moved to Calgary the late 1950s and that is where most of my 
			memories of grandma Atkinson are from. This is the only picture I 
			have from Calgary .  Even just the gate brings memories!  We lived with 
			grandma and Ernie a few winters in the early 50s when dad worked in Calgary with a 
			ventilation company.   Her quiet and 
			careful way made impressions on me even as a small boy ... But It is 
			first now, as an adult that I have taken the time to think and 
			understand the depth of character that she has tried to pass  on to us. Not 
			only through our mother ... but also in the memories she left behind 
			hidden in our own personal history.
 
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			|  | She passed away 
			1983-07-14 at 93 
			years old -- I lived in Sweden then so wasn't able to be at the 
			funeral in Calgary. |  | 
		
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