Adeline’s War of 1812 Journal – June 1815

A fictional account of a young woman’s life during the War of 1812

© 2012 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

The story so far:

Adeline is the young mother of twin boys born after the murder of her husband, Sgt. Charles Houghton, a member of the English infantry, stationed at Fort Wellington in Prescott (Upper Canada).   Before she was married she was abducted by American spies and taken across the St. Lawrence to Ogdensburg.  In order to escape she wounded one of her captors, Jake Bourke.  Bourke has sworn to get his revenge and in doing so murdered her husband, and burned her home.  He was captured and sent to Brockville to face trial but, escaped with the help of two of his confreres.

Sunday, May 21, 1815

Thistledown Farm

Dear Janetta,

I have not had two minutes together to write a line, until today.  Both my babies were sick with croup after my last entry and as soon as they recovered we were busy preparing the garden.  Planting will begin as soon as the evenings are warmer.  We have a much shorter growing season here in Upper Canada than we had in England.  Evvy and I spent a number of days hoeing, digging and pulling up weeds.  It will be wonderful to have fresh vegetables again. 

Charlie and Andrew are growing stronger, getting sturdier and more curious.  I have to watch them every minute.  Andrew is especially mischievous and manages to get himself into more scrapes now that he is walking.  Charlie is still creeping mostly, but he is trying to copy his brother in every way, so it won’t be long before he is tottering around after Andrew. 

Robert hasn’t visited us since that awful day he came to tell me about Bourke.  He  has stopped by to see father and Henry once or twice, but whenever I approach he makes an excuse to leave.  I must admit it wounds me and the children miss his visits.  Mother and Father have not mentioned this to me, but Evvy has.  Evvy says that Robert, Henry and William have taken turns scouting the woods each night for fear of Bourke.

Truly Janetta, I have nightmares about Bourke.  One night, I dreamt Bourke had snatched my babies from their cradles and I woke up screaming. Mother and Evvy came running over from the main house with Father, armed with the flintlock pistol he’d confiscated in Ogdensburg.  The babies were frightened too.  I felt so foolish for letting my fears get the best of me but my babies are my dearest treasures.  I am wrestling with the idea of sending them to England where they will be safer.  Persephone Houghton Norris wrote to us  in April to say that she would be arriving in Prescott in early June if the tides are in her favour.  I must make a decision before then.

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Anxiously,

 

Adeline

Sunday, June 18, 1815   

Dear Janetta,

Persephone arrived in Prescott three days ago.  Her brother, Everett reported that she found the travel by durham boat extremely tiring and “primitive”, but “she is a game girl” (his words) and is bearing up well.  She has not as yet visited us but is purchasing “suitable bush clothing” in Ogdensburg.  Evvy says that she must be planning on  heavy linen from head to foot.  If so she will find it serviceable but much too warm.  Evidently, she is traveling with a maid and a children’s nanny. I am trying to wean the boys to a cup for the journey, but they only turned one year old yesterday and have no interest in tin cups.  Or, perhaps, I simply am not insisting as the days of departure draw closer.  Oh how can I give up my sweet loves?  They are so affectionate and loving.  They are my only tie to Charles.  I cannot bear the thought of losing them and yet…what if Bourke were to harm them? 

Nothing has been heard or seen of Bourke, or the O’Meara brothers since they killed his guards and released him from the shackles.  William thinks they are laying low over the American side of the St. Lawrence until most of the soldiers have left the Fort.  I haven’t any confidence that Bourke has given up his planned revenge and I don’t sleep well. 

Robert’s brother, Arthur, has returned from America much to the relief of the Randall family.  He was reportedly recovering across the river from wounds he sustained in New Orleans. Janetta, I am glad he has returned and now he will be able to look after his son, Adam.  Adam is just a few weeks younger than Charlie and Andrew, but seeing them play together, you would think they were all brothers.

God’s blessings,

Adeline

Sunday, June 25, 2015

Dear Janetta,

Lady Persephone Norris came calling on Friday with her brother, Captain Houghton.  He, most certainly, had an ulterior motive, that of visiting Miss Eveline Price with the sweet temperament and the mishievous dimples.  Lady Persephone is not what I’d expected.  She is quite practical and gracious.  She brought them warm knitted leggings and jackets which will fit them well in the fall.  Perhaps she intended them to keep them warm on the voyage to England, but I just cannot bear that thought at the moment.  She remarked that in England all children wear frocks until boys are old enough to be put into short trousers, but she felt pioneering required more serviceable clothes.  “Serviceable” is the word of which she is most fond.  Persephone seems anxious to begin our acquaintanceship on friendly terms and she confided in me she felt oddly conflicted about the mission with which she has been entrusted. 

“I think children should be with their parents,” she told me. “That is why I have employed an excellent tutor who boards with us. I want my two girls to know proper deportment, how to carry on an intelligent conversation and how to keep their own account books.  Half the problems in society today are caused by foolish unnecessary expenditures for fripperies. Don’t you agree, my dear Adeline?”

Before I had a chance to answer, Persephone had changed the topic of conversation to how brave I am to bear up under the grief of losing the comfort of a loving companion and helpmate.  She proceeded to tell me some of her fondest memories of Charles as a little boy, how he loved apples, climbing trees, reading poetry and playing with his constant companion, his dog , Plato.  She reminisced about Charles’ desire to see the colonies and how he joined the infantry when he was just 16, barely out of short trousers in her opinion. Although she was three years his elder, she and Charles were evidently close confidants until she got married. 

When I offered to go and get the boys up from their nap, she kindly declined the offer  saying that she would return later in the week Lady Persephone wears a silver locket with the golden curls of her children in it.  She told me her girls, Isolde and Camille, are four and five years of age. 

“It pains me to be away from them for any time,” she sighed, “so I can imagine how hard this decision will be for you.  All I can tell you is that Issy and Cammy are looking forward to having a brother or brothers to share their nursery.  My husband is longing for a son to educate and introduce into society.We will honour whatever your decision will be, but be assured my father will provide an excellent education for his grandsons.”

My distress must have been apparent for Lady Persephone squeezed my hands before she left for Prescott in the wagon with her brother. 

Mother gave me a hug and said “Goodness, Lady Norris is a veritable whirlwind talker!  She wears no frills and furbelows, I’ll give her that and she speaks quite plainly.  I hope she didn’t upset you, Addie.”

My eyes were swimming with tears.  I just shook my head and cleared the tea things off the table. My head and heart were whirling.  They still are.  Whatever will I do, Janetta?

Adeline.

Saddle Song

Saddle Song

©2015 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

 

 

cowboy on horsebackO leave me in the saddle

Where life is simple, rough and clear,

Where everything I value

Is in my horse, this land, my gear.

O let my eyes meander

Over the waving seas of grass

To the mountains and the snow

That fills up in the skyward pass.

When my boots are in the stirrups

And my old saddle leather creaks,

My heart is soaring upward<a

To the foothills and the peaks.

There is no time to spend

Regretting things unsaid or done

While bald eagles catch my eye

Circling lazily in the sun.

At night the Milky Way is broad

And I am happily in rhythm

With the mighty plans of God

And my thoughts of cowboy heaven.

Most Dear – a hymn of love

Jesus holding a child in a hug

Painting by artist, David Bowman

Most Dear

©2015 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

If you raise your eyes to heaven,

And your heart is full of woe,

Then you need to speak to Jesus;

Let your heartbreak overflow.

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When you turn your eyes to Jesus

And confide in him your pain,

He will listen to your story;

Let his love remove the stain.

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Bring your hopes and dreams to Jesus;

Bring your struggles, joys and fear.

He will never overlook you,

For he holds your soul most dear.

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Never think you have no value.

If you do, it is not so,

For he sought you and he bought you

On a cross so long ago.

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When your soul belongs to Jesus,

In this life there is no fear

That our Master cannot conquer

And he’ll wipe away each tear.

My Bible Illustrations

Moses 3Moses in the Bullrushes.

Moses and the Burning Bush

Moses and the Burning Bush

I made these illustrations for a children’s picture Bible which has yet to be published.  Many other artists also made illustrations for it.  I hope one day it will be completed, but in the meantime, here are two of the illustrations I did.

Dance Before the Lord

Dance Before the Lord

© 2015 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

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Dance before the Lord like David;

Sing your song like Miriam.

Play your tambourine for heaven –

Rejoice!  Rejoice in Him!

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Raise your hands in holy worship;

Shout with all the cherubim.

Lose yourself in adoration –

Rejoice!  Rejoice in Him!

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Raise a joyful noise for Jesus;

Make your life a living hymn.

Give Him all the praise and glory-

Rejoice! Rejoice in Him!

Our True Home and Native Land

This is a sermon I gave before Canada Day two years ago.  I think the message is still a valid one for this July 1.  I think it also applies to the U.S.A. for July 4th.

Parliament Hill in Ottawa
Parliament Hill in Ottawa

Our True Home and Native Land

Message for June 30, 2013

Mollie Pearce McKibbon

 

 

            I remember witnessing a disturbing scene several years ago. I was at the National Arts Centre, a symbol of our national identity, when a young man outside came to the wide glass door, pounded upon it crying out , “I just want a bed.” After a few minutes a policeman came up to him and led him away, hopefully to a bed somewhere. Suddenly, I felt wrong. Not only did I have a bed to go home to, but I was having the great privilege of attending a night of orchestral music in a very elegant theatre. A little of the enjoyment went out of the evening.

Jesus once reminded one of his eager disciples that following him would not be easy, not a life of elegance or comfort.

“Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.” (Luke 9: 58)

This seems particularly relevant this week after hearing of all the people in southern Alberta who have lost their homes or have had them so badly damaged with water that they will need to be rebuilt. It also brings the mind the many people in Oklahoma who are having to rebuild their homes. How difficult it must be to go back and see all the damage done by natural disasters!

Just moving can be very traumatizing, especially if it is unexpected and none of a person’s belongings go with them. I have six cousins living in Alberta. Half live in the northern part of the province, the other three live in the southern portion. Thank goodness, only one of my cousins and his wife had to be evacuated. They had only just moved back there from B.C. and luckily their furniture was still in storage in B.C. However, their clothes and books were not.

My family moved every two years when my father was in the navy, so we were rather like gypsies. We really didn’t have an attachment to any of the naval quarters. Perhaps that was why, when my mom moved out of her home into Stillwater Creek, she adjusted so readily to her new circumstances. When my brother took her back to our home for a brief look around, Mom shrugged and said, “It’s just a house.”

I have always thought it sad to have to sort through someone’s belongings after they die. Any clothes in good repair go to the Salvation Army. Jewelry gets divided up among the family, books are chosen or taken to the second hand book shop, and furniture is picked over or auctioned off. In the end, everything is disposed of and the realization hits that we really all just borrow things during our lives. We can’t take it with us.

Now this might sound depressing, but actually it isn’t. It helps us to remember that we are just “spiritual beings having a human experience”. We are living in borrowed bodies. This outer shell is simply a casing to make our spirits mobile while we live on earth. As a matter of fact, we are not in the exact same bodies we began in. Our body’s cells are constantly dying and being replaced. Each cell has the blueprint of how we should look throughout our lives and day by day we change.

As Paul wrote in his second letter to the Corinthians “ But we have this treasure in jars of clay” and farther on “Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day…So we fix our eyes not on what we see, but what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary but what is unseen is eternal.”

This planet is not our permanent address. We are all of us immigrants to this country. Paul wrote of this to the Corinthians, “That as long as we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord.”   He also wrote, “Now it is God who has made us for this very purpose and has given us the Spirit as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come.”

As much as we love Canada, we are citizens of another realm entirely. Our home and native land are God’s Kingdom, not here on earth. So we really are homeless to a degree. We mustn’t get too attached to objects or lifestyle.   It is only ours temporarily and then passes to the next generation. The one thing we can keep and carry with us into heaven is our faith, our trust in God.

The “treasure” that we have in clay jars is the most precious thing. We have the knowledge of the future ahead of us and it is not one of sadness, but joy. Today I watched a very moving video of a young woman dying of cancer. She was surrounded by her family and talking to the singer/actress Bette Midler. Somehow, Bette had made her acquaintance by e-mail and then had spoken to her on the phone. This particular day she called to talk to the young woman after a show. They exchanged greetings and affectionate chat. Then Bette asked her if there was anything she could do for her. The young woman replied that she would really love to hear Bette sing “The Wind Beneath My Wings”. Graciously, Bette complied and sang the song with so much real feeling and compassion. It is the best way to use the gifts God has given us, to make someone else’s time on earth a bit brighter. At the end they both broke down in tears at the part where Bette sings “You will go higher, higher” and I thought yes, this is sad, but it is also wonderful to know that one day they will meet again in heaven if they believe in Jesus.

This is the wonderful treasure that we have. We know how much Jesus loves us because he proved it on a hill call Calvary. We know that God loves us and has planned our future to be with him and that we will all rise again as our Lord did. That takes the sting out of death. That makes our sadness only temporary.

Jesus is making places for all of us, just as he promised his disciples. We know that the promise he made was not just for them, because he prayed for us too, that we would have life and joy in its fullness. Because of this and the realization that what we have is only borrowed, we need to be more compassionate and generous towards those who have so little on this earth. When I say generous, I am not just speaking of money, but of consideration and loving kindness. I am speaking also of smiles,encouragement, and pleasant thoughts.

Pleasant thoughts might be the most difficult part. It can become a habit to blame newcomers to Canada for the ills of our country, and much as we love it, we must admit our country is not perfect. The truth is that those newcomers are just that- new. Most of our ancestors were new once and went through a process of learning to adapt themselves to their new environment. It takes about three generations for a family to become at home in a new land. The first generation carries all the age old disputes and attitudes from their homeland, many of which get passed on to the next generation. By the third generation, these disputes and attitudes are not even a memory, and new habits and ways have taken their place. It is important that we are understanding and patient, not to the point of trading in our hard won human rights or compromising our sense of justice, but to be confident enough make them welcome.

You and I have a heavenly citizenship, but that makes it all the more important that we do whatever we can to improve our place here on earth. It means that we need to use our God-given talents to contribute what we can to making this place safer and more just for our succeeding generations. To do this we need to do what we can to make homelessness and poverty less and less likely. We also need to tell others about the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Think of how wonderful this country would be if all of us were singing songs of praise to God and living out his Will here while on earth.

“All this is for your benefit, so that the grace that is reaching more and more people may cause thanksgiving to overflow to the glory of God.”

The Pilot of My Soul – a new hymn

The Pilot of My Soul

Copyright 2015 Mollie McKibbon

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       My craft is very small, my Lord,

       Lying safe within its cove,

       But soon I must put out to sea

       Where all the strong winds blow.

       The waves out there are tall and cold;

       My bark may be o’er-swept,

       But if You are my Pilot, Lord,

       My soul will be well-kept.

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2)  My life is very frail, my Lord,

       Though I am safe at home,

       But I must leave this cosy nest

       For places more forlorn.

       Beyond my doors are evil snares,

       Temptations and fool’s gold,

       But if You guide me all my days

       My footsteps will be bold.

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3)  To step beyond my threshold, Lord,

        I will not fear my ways,

        For You I trust to guide my steps

        And safeguard all my days.

        If I head out in stormy seas

        To shores far from this cove,

         I give to You the captaincy,

         To pilot home my soul.

First Recital

We have been to a number of our granddaughter’s ballet recitals and we always enjoy them.  The youngest dancers are adorable and really tug at the audience’s heartstrings.

First Recital

Duckling ballerina

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bewildered yellow ducklings

toddling in a row,

are staying close together

not sure where to go.

Teacher stands on tiptoes

watched by widened eyes

as obediently they follow

in their duck disguise.

Bobbing and turning,

arms held  ballet style,

they trail after their instructor

close in single file.

One has stopped to stare

beyond the spotlight sun.

Mom and dad are spellbound,

will their ducking run?

But  it’s time to curtsey;

it’s time to take their bow,

shaking tulled tail feathers

at the audience now.

One behind the other

they skip out of sight,

blowing tiny kisses

to the audience’s delight.

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