Text derived from Beattie/Fowlie Family Tree: notes compiled by Jean Hoskins (1923-2003)* as completed to 1989, entry “1.Ak.a.”
Elizabeth Taylor had a son by her 1st cousin (1.Ag.2), William Milne, but her mother Jessie Pratt wouldn’t let her marry him, so she raised William Milne Jr.
On January 6, 1877, Elizabeth married John Fowlie of Fraserburgh. His mother was killed by lightening when he was 6 weeks old, and he was raised by his Aunt Dullie Will, in Broadsea, Fraserburgh—(the Fisher Folk). His father married again and had two more children. His older brother was raised by his grandfather in Fraserburgh. John had crossed eyes, was an alcoholic and didn’t provide for his ever increasing family, so Elizabeth had to knit fancy socks for men and sold them. She taught all her children in Scotland to knit. Because they lived three miles from her parents, she walked home each day, knitting all the way. At age 10, each child left school and went to work and brought their money home to their mother who gave them “thrupence”. Elizabeth made hand sewn quilts, one for each member of her family—there were two in my home as Un
cle Fred lived with us.
Jessie came to Canada 1st and married at Brandon Manitoba. She adopted my mother’s sister’s baby in 1900 in Winnipeg. In 1901, Elizabeth and John came to Canada to Belmont, to live on Elizabeth’s brother Patterson’s farm—7 miles from where I sit. [Editor’s Note: Belmont was a village in south western Ontario, part of the London, ON metropolitan area—Jean must have been writing this note in St. Thomas, ON where she lived for many years.]
In 1902 they all moved to Saskatchewan to Gapview, but my father stayed here and farmed until he made enough money to go back to Scotland to get his bride to be—but low—he found her with a ten month old child—not his—so he got drunk on her money for her ticket and returned to Canada and didn’t stop at Belmont and went straight out to Gapview. When he got off the train at Forget, Saskatchewan, he walked along the track where he found a moldy crust of bread—ate it.
He stopped at a house to ask where the Fowlie’s lived, and his sister Maggie answered the door.
Alex Fowlie and Fred Fowlie got along very well and in all the years I lived they never spoke a cross word to each other, and they both loved my mother, so it was nice to be in a house with two wonderful fathers and one delicious mother. I say delicious, because I used to bite her arm—not to draw blood of course—but she nursed me until I was two and she had such a nice smell. I got lost when at a picnic at White Laker where my friend Mr. Peters found me crying that I couldn’t find my mother. Little did he know that I was going around smelling everyone. Have a picture!!!