Friday, December 22, 2023

Rev William Francis JACKSON

This is not as radical a name change as the one made by the artist formerly known as Prince, but I will henceforth be referring to Rev. William JACKSON (1737-1795) as: Rev. William Francis JACKSON. This may seem like a minor change, but adding a middle name can narrow the scope when it comes to finding key documents.

My first hint, about what William's middle name might have been, came a few years ago in an article about his sermons:

Art. 38. Sermons on practical and important Subjects. By the late Rev. W. F. Jackson. Tried and convicted for High Treason, in Dublin, April 23, 1795. 8vo. 239 pp. 4s. sewed. Evans. 1795* Any thing very remarkable happening to an author renders his works immediately an object of traffic. The melancholy catastrophe of Mr. Jackson's life has called these sheets, long ago printed and designed for publication, from the retirement in which they had begun to change their colour : and, with the addition of only five pages and a title, has brought them forward to the public eye. So strange are the perversions of the human mind, that we shall not attempt to enquire by what extraordinary combination of circumstances a writer, whose discourses express a strong and even a rigorous piety, could have been led to the commission of such crimes as those which stained the latter days of this teacher. His sermons, eleven in number, are rather above than below the common level of composition. Sometimes his expressions are rather harsh, and sometimes there appears an affectation of rhetorical flourish, or pathetic appeal to the feelings; but, on the whole, they are such as lead the reader to regret, yet more strongly than before, the unhappy termination of the author's career. The British Critic and Quarterly Theological Review, vol 7-8 p 557. 

Further verification came thanks to: Ruairi Nolan who recently emailed me this citation.

A William Francis JACKSON was mentioned in Signatories to the British Club Address of 24th November 1792 to the National Convention, presented on 28th November.. SOURCE: Vectors of Revolution.:The British Radical Community in Early Republican Paris, 1792-1794.  Rachel Rogers.

Silly me for taking so long to put this together. Sylvie Kleinman had first mentioned something about William's middle name a few years ago, but I had let it fall off my radar. In hindsight, the name Francis makes total sense. After all, his grandfather was a Francis GORE. Recently, Mathieu Ferradou emailed me a copy of Jackson's signature on this Nov. 1792 convention document (Sylvie had shared it before).

All these little bits help. The history of Rev. William JACKSON still sports more holes than a slab of Swiss Cheese. During my next trip to Ireland and England, I will be checking out the following:

·         William supposedly studied at Oxford, but the available records show no evidence of his attendance at this university. Why?

·         He was an Anglican clergyman (Church of Ireland and/or Church of England), but we don’t know when or where he was ordained. Although there are several Williams who were ordained in a timeframe that could be a match, he is not one of them. Why? Were his records expunged because of the disgrace of his conviction for treason?   Is it possible that he faked his credentials from both the university and the Church? (What we know of the checkered past of Rev. William is such that these possibilities cannot be ruled out.)

·         Of course, a third possibility for such missing records is to blame rats (thanks to Sylvie Kleiman for this): In 1836, Henry Cole made a surprising discovery while he was working with damaged and dirty government records – a dead rat with a stomach full of chewed up documents. You can now purchase these cute little rats at the British National Archives gift shop.


Other bits of the story which still niggle at me:

·         Who was William's first wife? She died of cancer, but when? He was supposedly devoted in his care of her.

·         In a 1766 mention in JACKSON’s newspaper The Public Ledger, a Luke NAYLOR is mentioned as JACKSON’s brother-in-law. He was probably the Luke NAYLOR, born in 1750, a lawyer who lived at Halfmoon Street Piccadilly in London and who died in 1814. His wife was Anne FARRELL. Perhaps William's first wife was a sister of Luke NAYLOR. Another possibility is that JACKSON had a sister who had married a NAYLOR. No sisters are mentioned in William's early bios (just that he had three older brothers), but the non-mention would not be surprising given the general invisibility of women in the records of the day. Update Jan 23, 2024: The Times Feb 3, 1795: Dublin Jan 27, 1895, A Mr. NAYLOR, a London Attorney of Westminster Hall, was Rev. William JACKSON's lawyer representing him at his trial at the Court of King's Bench. The trial was delayed until the next term.

·         Rev. William’s 2nd wife was an Elizabeth, and assuming that they were formally married, there should be a wedding cert and hence lead us to her surname.  Where is it?

·         From her letters, we know that this Elizabeth was living destitute in Paris in 1802, as a widow with two children. In these letters, she was seeking a pension as well as support for schooling for her son as her due for work done by her deceased husband on behalf of the French Government. SEE:  Elizabeth JACKSON letters from Paris 

·         During Rev. William’s trial, Elizabeth supposedly lived at Stephen’s Green. Several JACKSONs had long owned property at Stephens Green. Were they part of Rev. William’s extended family? Who did she stay with? SEE: Stephens Green. Leases relating to JACKSONs.

·         Stephen’s Green was quite a posh area in the late 1700s. Was it because of her elevated social class that the press of the day were silent when it came to details about Elizabeth? Was there payment or other pressure to be silent? From JACKSONs? From GOREs?

·         Finally, where was William born? Some sources say near Newtownards. Others suggest Ballycastle, but don't say whether the reference is to the Ballycastle in Co. Down, or to the Ballycastle in Co. Antrim. Arguments pro and con can be made for both counties, and no solid proof exists for either. So far.

With luck, I will soon be able to answer some of these questions. I plan to visit Ireland in mid February 2024. Being such an aging duck, I do need the health of myself and my husband to continue to hold. So far, so good. I have already booked my flight. Stay posted.

Update: Thanks to input from Sylvie Kleinman, it seems that a handwriting sample that I had ordered of a Rev. William in Church of England records may or may not be "our" Rev. William. It is not decisive.

Earlier blog pieces relating to Rev. William Francis JACKSON (some need updating):

·        Richard Jackson father of Rev. William JACKSON (1737-1795) 2021

·        The wives of Rev. William Jackson (1737-1795) 2021

·        Documents relating to the ancestry of Rev. William JACKSON. 2019

·        Rev. William Jackson & his Gore ancestry 2019

·        Hyde’s Coffee Shop 2019

·        Dr. Richard JACKSON (abt 1720-abt1768) and the SALEs. 2019

·        Rev. William JACKSON - Dead Ends Blog #1 2019

Thursday, August 24, 2023

Reflections After a Writers’ Fest

 There was an oil drum in the back yard at Margaret Laurence’s house in Lakefield, the one in which she burned the only draft of her last novel. When Andreas and I spent a weekend with her in ’76, we noticed the oil drum. As for the novel, it was apparently about a small-town teacher’s battle with fundamentalist Christians.

Carrie Mac, author of Last Winter, spoke last week at the 2023 Sunshine Coast Festival of the Written Arts, and the image of that oil drum came to mind when Carrie mentioned the effects of trigger warnings on her writing and and on her readership. As she was signing my copy of her latest book, I mentioned Margaret Laurence, and Margaret's pre-digital experiences of trigger warnings and censorship.


Margaret had always considered herself to be a spiritual writer, so it had wounded her deeply when she was accused of writing pornography. Then, it got worse. A local pastor mounted a campaign to have The Diviners banned as a text for teen-aged readers – readers in Grades 10-12 no less. Readers who were surely mature enough to read The Diviners.

One of the stories that Margaret told us, about her experiences during this time, was that she had gone door to door in a nearby neighbourhood with a clipboard and done a survey. The first question was (as I recall): Should this book be banned? The overwhelming answer was yes. The second question: Have you read the book? The overwhelming answer was no.

At the School Board hearing where the decision to ban her books was to be made, Margaret read out the definition of pornography. A key element was that the passage or scene had to be sexually arousing. The pastor responded that yes, his understanding of pornography did fit that definition. Margaret then challenged him about one of the scenes that he had selected as being pornographic. It described a young girl in a changing room in a dress shop who had noticed two flies on the wall, one fly mounting the other. When this pastor affirmed that this scene was in his opinion definitely pornographic, Margaret had replied: I pity your poor wife.

We will never know how good or how bad Margaret’s final novel was. Maybe she’d been right to burn it. Maybe not. She often struggled with self-worth, once telling us after recently reading a Patrick White novel, that she’d needed to remind herself, again and again: This was his final draft.

In the aftermath of the censorship of Margaret’s books – which still continues to happen from time to time - some things have changed for the better. In Canada, we now celebrate Freedom to Read week. On the other hand, the internet has upped the lethality of anti-novel and anti-novelist bullying. Sadly, protecting writers and writing against all this and more continues to be a work in progress.

In Carrie Mac's talk at the 2023 Sunshine Coast Festival of the Written Arts, she mentioned the impact of trigger warnings and mentioned that a Goodreads review of her latest adult book had included a content warning. I checked it out:  

Content warning: suicidal thoughts and attempts, mental illness, parental neglect, death of children, child abuse, sexualization of children.  

 Even her publisher had felt the need to add a warning for Last Winter

 Content Note: this is an important book and a powerful depiction of extreme Bipolar disorder. It deals with sensitive subject matter, and we encourage readers to take care of themselves and their mental health while reading.

BTW - My trigger warning would be:  

This is an excellent novel. You might not be able to put it down for hours at a time, and as a result may suffer from extreme pleasure.

How much are writers being silenced these days - either by trigger warnings or by the threat of trigger warnings? One author mentioned that they were still considering whether to delete an incidental character in their draft manuscript, a character who was a pedophile - even though this character didn’t actually act on his pedophilic impulses. Surely, over-sanitizing our fiction (and non-fiction, poetry, etc) can be as dangerous to us as over-sanitizing our homes can be. Our immune systems simply don’t get tweaked often enough to defend us.

Margaret Laurence died on January 5, 1987, at age 60.

I heard the news of her death as I was heading into a Mission City council meeting. One of my fellow aldermen had heard about it on the radio. Earlier in the day, I had mailed Margaret a “book” that Sabrina - our daughter (and Margaret’s god-daughter) - had written for her, a series of drawings and quatrains pasted onto sheets of red construction paper. We had known that Margaret was seriously ill, but we’d thought we had more time. When we had spoken with her on the phone the night before, she had sounded robust. We did not know that she would soon take an overdose of pills. She chose to die before her terminal cancer got even worse.

Margaret, her god-daughter Sabrina, and Sharon

Here is some irony. When I was reflecting on all this, I accessed a 39 year old CBC interview with Margaret on censorship only to find that it was preceded by an ad from Amazon touting their best prices for back-to-school stuff. The additional irony is that it is Amazon which now owns Goodreads and is also why it has become all too easy for amateur readers with personal agendas to silence a writer.

In a recent Globe and Mail article, Phoebe Maltz Bovy described an example of such silencing, the kind of silencing which led even Elizabeth Gilbert – a writer with a fair bit of clout – to feel compelled to pull her novel The Snow Forest from publication. Within days of it being announced, it had  received 532 one-star reviews. Probably without even being read. The fact that it was set in Russia was too much for many readers. No matter that it had been written before Russia’s invasion of Ukraine. Bovy writes:

I have not read The Snow Forest. Nor, it would appear, have the Goodreads reviewers – over 170 of them, with commenting now turned off – so mad at its existence that they have given the book a one-star (lowest-possible) rating.

If incidents in which a book is panned out of existence before it even exists are not more common, it’s because, at every level of publishing, efforts are in place to prevent the creation of offensive content. Published authors emerge not from garrets, but from creative writing graduate programs, where they’re inculcated in the sensitivities of the day. Prepublication, they may seek out sensitivity readers, low-rung quasi-editors who vet the manuscript to see if it could plausibly offend members of an identity group to which the author does not belong.

Margaret deserves the final word: I do feel hurt. I do feel angry. But on the other hand, it can’t influence the way that I write, I have to write as much of the kind of truth as I see it. As I can. A writer has to remain true to her characters. Margaret Laurence speaks out against censorship.  CBC Archives from 1984.

Monday, July 3, 2023

Grave-markers and the Loss of a Sense of Place



On June 19th, 2023, I stopped by the graveyard at St. Hilda’s Church in Sechelt, BC to reflect for a moment on the lives of my parents. It is not far from where I have lived for the past couple of decades, but I don’t drop by that often. Maybe I should. On this day, I walked the whole graveyard, looking for them, but they had totally disappeared.

This was not their first disappearance. Years ago, when the graveyard was being renovated, my mother's marker had also disapeared fromwhere we had expected to find it. It was eventualy found leaning up against the back of the church. Somehow it had been set aside and forgotten during the renovation. It had been removed because it had initially been installed outside the legal boundary of the graveyard.

When it was reinstalled, it was no longer beside the church as it once had been, but instead was relocated down beside the main path. St. Hilda's had been chosen as the resting place of my parents, likely because my father had been the rector at the nearby St. Barts, in Gibsons, a church which had no graveyard. At the time of my mother's burial, I was not living the Coast (as I do now), and although I was at her funeral service at Pitt Meadows, I didn't travel to the Coast when her grave marker was installed. Was there an urn with our mother's ashes buried there, or were her ashes just spread nearby? I can’t be sure. This was close to four decades ago.

When I visited the graveyard on this recent June afternoon, a machine was busily cutting a wider swath over the existing path, the path beside where my parents’ graves had last been seen. I suspected that this renovation was likely the cause of their recent disappearance. It turned out that the markers had been inadvertently covered in dirt. This has since been removed. Once the path work is complete, I've been assured, our parents' markers will get cleaned up to look as good as new. 


The two small rectangles near the path are my parents' two grave markers.

Accidents like this can easily happen. We are all human. I will be meeting with the church folk in a month, after the work is complete, and am hoping that our family’s two markers can have one more final move - that they can be placed closer together, as they once were. I will add a photo when this final work is complete.

This cemetery may be small, but it is well tended, and is a treat to spend some contemplative time in. It includes not only the parishioners of Sechelt, but also others like my parents from other parishes, and a Buddhist section which pays tribute to the local Japanese residents who were unjustly displaced after the bombing of Pearl Harbour. Blame for their losses of homes, land and livelihoods can only be laid at the feet of the cultural biases of the time.


Disappearances are also a fact of life (or death) in the Creggan Parish graveyard in South Armagh, near Crossmaglen, but they have happened for other reasons and have had different consequences. Like St. Hilda’s, the Creggan graveyard is an inclusive graveyard. It has long included the graves of a wide range of Church of Ireland, Presbyterian, and Catholic people. For its time and place, this has represented a remarkable level of diversity and inclusion. The only barrier, one that should always be kept in mind, was you had to able to pay for a plot, and then to employ a stone mason. When it comes to most graveyards - if not all graveyards - diversity only goes so far.

Fortunately, some of Creggan's lost graves have been transcribed and recorded in journals.

Known missing graves from Creggan Guide to Creggan Church & Graveyard. Kevin McMahon & Jem Murphy. p32.

The photos which I took in 2010 show a lot of empty space in our family's JACKSON enclosure. This led me to wonder why there were only two visible grave markers: a large rectangular piece of slate in one corner, and a few steps away a child’s marker. Was something missing?

                             Christine WRIGHT (1941-2022) in background.

The JACKSON section is within the railed enclosure.
The JOHNSTON's part of the enclosure is behind it, inside a rock wall.

The 1785 parish records record the dimensions of this enclosure.

JOHNSTON-JACKSON. 26' x 16' of ground granted to John Johnston Esq. of Woodvale in southwest corner with liberty to enclose same and 16 feet square to Mr. David Jackson and family adjoining Mr. Johnson's.

SOURCE: Armagh County Museum, TGF Paterson manuscript No. 112 vol.1, Parish of Creggan, Notes from the Church Registers Vestry books etc.

 The child’s grave-marker seen to the left was installed in memory of Edith Bradford JACKSON.

Sacred to the memory of Edith Bradford infant daughter of Thomas and Amelia Lydia Jackson born 27th May 1874 died 7th September 1874: For such is the Kingdom of Heaven”.

A lot of family history can be gleaned from grave markers, specially when dovetailed with other records. From Edith’s death certificate, we learn that she had died after a week of hydrocephalus, at Cavananore This was the home of Edith’s great-aunt Mary Jane OLIVER (1821-1875). Edith's uncle, Andrew JACKSON (1846-1929) who was at Cavananore at the time, was the official witness. He had likely been managing the farm for his spinster aunt. At three months of age, Edith had been visiting at Cavananore with her parents and siblings. At the time, they all lived in Hong Kong, where her father, Thomas Jackson, (1815-1903), brother of Andrew, was manager of the Hongkong and Shanghai Banking Corporation. It later became known as HSBC. He later became known as Sir Thomas, only the 2nd man from Creggan ever to be knighted (the 1st was Sir Henry O'NEILL in the 1600s).

Decades later, it was Edith’s twin sister Amy Oliver JACKSON (1874-1962) who documented with great accuracy much of the history of the JACKSONs of Urker (aka Urcher). She did this work in collaboration with several of her cousins. They all benefited from the memories passed on from their grandmother Elizabeth JACKSON née OLIVER (1815-1903).

As a result of the efforts of these cousins, a transcription of this 2nd grave marker can be found on a scrap of paper which I had photographed while staying with Christine WRIGHT (1941-2022)  at Gilford Castle. Based on the style of handwriting found on other such scraps of paper, this transcription was most likely done by “Mattie” Maud Martha Elizabeth SKUSE née REED (1878-1958). She was a daughter of Robert Hamilton REED & Margaret JACKSON (1853-1944), and also a close friend of her cousin Mary WRIGHT née MENARY (1872-1946) of Gilford Castle, daughter of Mary JACKSON (1844-1921). This 2nd transcription must have been saved at Gilford sometime before Mary WRIGHT’s death in 1946. 

Both the transcription of Edith’s grave-marker as well as the transcription of this 2nd JACKSON grave-marker were recorded in 1988 in the Creggan Guide to Creggan Church & Graveyard, Journal of Creggan Historical Society, p31. Its transcription matches Mattie's word for word. The dates of death were for Thomas JACKSON’s father (David), his great-grandfather (John) and grandmother (Elizabeth), as well as for Thomas' great-great-grandmother (Margaret).

Here lieth the remains of John Jackson late of Urker who departed this life the 20th June 1817 aged 37 years; also those of his mother Margaret Jackson who died Jan 1820 aged 81 years; also those of his widow Elizabeth Jackson who departed this life 12th March 1880 aged 92 years; also of his only son David Jackson who died Nov 11th 1889 aged 75 years.
SOURCE: Guide to Creggan Church & Graveyard, 1988. Creggan Historical Society Journal.

Mattie Skuce also recorded another grave marker from Creggan Church graveyard, but this is for a grave that is not recorded anywhere else. It was likely installed decades before the one that remains and hence would have been even harder to read. Given that, I have taken the liberty of adding a few editing suggestions in red.


2nd stone on right facing church
To the memory of George Jackson
late of Creggan who departed this / life Sept 3rd 1782 aged 64 years
also to the memory of Margaret Jackson / wife of the above named.
George Jackson who departed this
life the 7th day of Dec 1797
in the 75th year of his age
and also
To the memory of their son David
Jackson late of Liscalgat.  - he died / suddenly on the 13th day of Febry 1706
In the 8th year of his age / Also the body of Mary (Culaner +[possibly  “?”]
daughter of the above George who / departed this life 28th September 1790 aged 70.

NOTE: Based on other family records.

  • The death of David JACKSON recorded as 1706 at age 8 was probably 1756. George and Margaret JACKSON had a son, a 2nd David JACKSON (aft 1744-1796), so he had to have been born after this first David had died.
    ·         Culaner was most likely Gilmer. Family records at Gilford Castle recorded the marriage of a Mary JACKSON to a J. GILMORE (1764-1823) some time before 1788.
    ·         Mary JACKSON’s age at death, based on the years she was still young enough to give birth, means that she was more likely to be 40, instead of 70.

During my 2010 visit to Creggan Parish, a local historian suggested that this missing grave-marker might have ended up being used as a fireplace hearth in one of the nearby homes. After all, there were no JACKSONs still living in the parish, and this use might have felt downright practical. In many parishes, this was not unusual. The missing slab of slate would likely have been installed such that the lettering was not visible. Had the inscription of this lost grave marker not been found on a wee scrap of paper, an important clue to the some of the history of Creggan parish would also have disappeared.

UPDATE: June 8, 2023. North Bay Cemetery News (California): "We don't often get stones back, in this area when I was a boy, people would take the stones home, use them for landscaping or bookends," cemetery volunteer and historian, Jonathan Quandt said.


The following article from the Bowen Island Undercurrent is pasted into one of my old diaries: May 1991 It describes some disappearances of grave markers which is quite unlike the two previous ones. In this case, it is likely that cultural bias was a factor. (My transcription - including my own emphasis - is beneath).

In 1966 or 1967, I and some friends visited Stanley Park one Sunday afternoon. We came upon hundreds of gravestones piled up, most of which were Chinese.
We asked the park attendant what was happening with all the grave-stones and we were told that they were being used to build the seawall.
I was young and did not think too much about this at the time, But now, years later, I wonder exactly where these gravestones came from and how the families of the deceased felt about their relatives’ gravestones being used to build the sea wall.
I have photos of these stones, so I know in fact this did occur. Do you have any explanation? - Edythe Hanen, Bowen Island

Searching for an answer, we consulted Richard Steele's book The Stanley Park Explorer, where at page 109, we find the following paragraph:
interesting footnote to the Ceperly area is the origin of some of the stones in the wall on the southern side of the playground. In 1968, base slabs and name stones from Mountain View Cemetery were trucked to this location and incorporated into the wall. All came from so-called “junked pieces”, discarded, damaged or replaced. The majority were taken from the 1919 section of the graveyard. If you study the shape of the stones used throughout. it is possible to identify which ones came from the cemetery even though the names or other identification have been turned inwards.
A call to Margaret LaSaga at the city's Mountain View Cemetery brought further amplification.
The stones, for the most part, were base slabs, which are used to hold the gravestones erect. The city, faced with constant vandalism and desecration of its only publicly owned cemetery, passed a bylaw in 1964 that all grave markers, in future, be placed flush with the ground.
Where permission could be obtained, upright markers were replaced with ground level ones, and the old markers, along with the no longer needed base slabs and the vandalized tombstones, were taken to Stanley Park to find a final resting place.
LaSaga says
extreme care was taken not to leave any lettering showing on the face of the seawall.
Completion of the perimeter sea wall came in 1980, 63 years
[after the] first section [of the seawall was built].

It is worth focusing on what was left unsaid about how these Chinese grave-markers from Mountainview Cemetery came to be used in the sea-wall at Ceperly Park. After reading this article, I had contacted Edythe Hanen who had then mailed me her photos for a short-term loan. Since 1991 was long before digital sharing was possible, I did a rudimentary sketch  before returning the photos.

Recently, I did a digital search - hoping to learn more about what had happened. The 1919 Section of the graveyard can be seen in the upper left-hand corner in the Mountainview Cemetery map:

This leads me to ask why - in the notes on the 1919 section- was there no mention of the Chinese? Instead, there was just this:

1919 section. Across 41st Avenue is a small pocket of graves which include Janet Smith – the house maid murdered in Shaughnessy, Joe Fortes – Vancouver’s favourite Lifeguard, and the third Firefighter’s Memorial.

Also, why were these ‘junked pieces’ discarded and damaged in the first place? The Stanley Park Explorer describes it as nothing more than an interesting footnote. It leads me to question the  statement that: extreme care was taken not to leave any lettering showing on the face of the sea-wall. Could there be a taint of cultural bias here? Who is being protected? 

A current Wikipedia article does mention that stone sets from the recently dismantled BC Electric Railway streetcar system had also been incorporated into the seawall, but like the earlier article, it too mentions nothing at all about the grave-markers taken from Chinese graves.

These days, Canada is facing a long-overdue reckoning over the lack of respect shown by the dominant culture to the long-lost graves of indigenous children. Ireland faces a similar reckoning as the stories of the children’s mass grave in Tuam have begun to surface. Stories such as these remind us of how - all too often - most cultures tend to treat the powerless, and how this results in their place in our remembered histories getting lost. When the stories behind the disappearances of these graves come to light, we may find that we have been given at least some of the tools to right (and to rewrite) wrongs.


I can’t see myself wanting to have a grave marker to mark my passing after I die. Like so many people these days, I belong everywhere and nowhere. Perhaps my ashes will be scattered to the earth, to the sea or to the wind, whichever feels best to my survivors. After all, there is not enough room for all of us living today to continue to take up more space. Still, it does make me wonder about that sense of place and connection that families once enjoyed when they visited graveyards. It also leads me to wonder whether there might be another approach that could help to sustain our sense of connection to those who have gone before. Of course, any approach that we choose can only be as durable as most things are. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.