As you may have noticed from my tagline, I love genealogy. It has morphed from a simple hobby to an all-out obsession. Years of research, making connections, emailing, travelling and documenting has led to the creation of one magnificent family tree. One where each branch has its own characters and stories that would entertain even the most unenthused individual.
Currently, I am stuck on one particular branch; my maternal grandmother’s. My mother’s mother’s mother’s mother or, for a better understanding, my 2X great grandmother, came over from England in 1871 as an orphan. She was, what we now call, a British Home Child. I’ve had many of chats over tea with my mother about how she remembers her grandmother talking about the tormenting life her mother had had. When she came to Canada, she travelled with her sister. They only had each other and when they arrived, they were separated. My gg grandmother was sent to live with a family as a servant and her sister went somewhere else. My gg grandmother never saw her sister again. The stories tell of a life of beatings and hard work for my gg grandmother and she longed for the companionship of her sister. When she was 18 and no longer had to endure the life she had come to hate, she left the family she was with and married.
I have been able to track my gg grandmother back to her arrival upon the ship Prussian from Liverpool to Quebec in 1871. There she is on the passenger list, named as Elizabeth Stone and just above is a listing for Alice Stone. Both indicated as 8 years old. Twins perhaps? I’ve made some connections to find Alice but nothing has been successful thus far. So, I find myself exploring a great mystery; one that has survived in my family for over 140 years. What happened to Alice Stone? I welcome any leads should someone read this and have clues that might lead to solving this mystery.