Maggie Howard & Charles Henry Green
The Early Years
Maggie Howard was born about 1878 in Pendlebury, Lancashire, England, the daughter of James Sackfield Howard and Sarah Ann Bromelow.
She is found in the 1881 Census with her family, living at 29 Granville Street. Thanks to Google, we can see what it looks like today.
She is found in the 1881 Census with her family, living at 29 Granville Street. Thanks to Google, we can see what it looks like today.
In 1891, the family lived at 3 Rose Street in Radcliffe according to the 1891 census.
Marriage of Charles Henry Green and Maggie Howard
Charles Henry Green and Maggie Howard were married on April 16, 1900 in Lancaster. Maggie lived at 28 River Street at the time of her marriage.
Marriage: 14 Apr 1900
St Mary, Lancaster, Lancashire, England
Charles Henry Green - 21 Cellar Man Bachelor of 1, Bradbury Street, Radcliffe
Maggie Howard - 22 Spinster of 28, River Street
Bride's Father: James Sackfield Howard, Labourer
Witness: Harry Sackfield Howard; Eleanor Holt
Married by Banns by: Frederick H. V. Paton
Register: Marriages 1899 - 1900, Page 15, Entry 29
Source: LDS Film 1526202
Marriage: 14 Apr 1900
St Mary, Lancaster, Lancashire, England
Charles Henry Green - 21 Cellar Man Bachelor of 1, Bradbury Street, Radcliffe
Maggie Howard - 22 Spinster of 28, River Street
Bride's Father: James Sackfield Howard, Labourer
Witness: Harry Sackfield Howard; Eleanor Holt
Married by Banns by: Frederick H. V. Paton
Register: Marriages 1899 - 1900, Page 15, Entry 29
Source: LDS Film 1526202
Birth of Only Child
Cecil Howard Green was born August 6, 1900 in Besse's o the Barn, Lancashire, England.
1901 Census
In 1901, Maggie and her husband, Charles and their son Cecil, were living with her parents at 28 River Street. Charles was a general floor labourer at an oilcloth works.
Emigration to Canada
Still looking for the ship's passenger list but they were supposed to have come to Canada in 1902.
They lived in a lot of different places
Taken from an oral history of Cecil Howard Green:
And they came by ship, sailing out of Blackpool. Sailing out of - oh, what was that sea port? Blackpool. Port of Manchester. And they first came to Nova Scotia, and Halifax, they lived there for a very short time, now they started migrating. They ran first through Montreal. But my father got a job working for the Sweet Railway System there. But he didn't like living in Montreal because there were too many Frenchmen there. And he always remembered how disgusted he was when he was riding in a trolley, in Montreal - downtown Montreal. And when the trolley came in front of a Catholic Church, the motorman would take his hands off the controls and pray as he was going by the church. That disgusted my father, that put religion above safety.
But anyway, in a very short time, they migrated then to Toronto. And they liked Toronto very-quite well. Then one of my mother's sisters and her husband, and their baby gal, had migrated way out west to San Francisco.
Then my folks thought that would be a much better place to go, and my father got a job working for the cable car system in San Francisco. Yes. That was in about 1905. Well, I'll always remember when I was in Toronto, though. I guess I must have been about four years old there. My mother took me shopping to get me a pair of shoes. And there was a department store downtown Toronto, and she had an apartment downtown too, and as I say, she took me shopping to get a pair of shoes. Well, after we'd found the shoes all right, and they were put in a package. Then my mother went shopping for other things, and she got so interested and involved in other things, she didn't notice that I left her. And all of a sudden she looked to me, and I wasn't anywhere around. Oh, boy she worried. So, she ran through the whole store looking for me, couldn't find me. She wore herself out, so she thought she better go home, and get rested up, and then start searching some more. So she went home, and we lived across Yonge Street, which is a main street in Toronto. And she was going up the steps to our apartment building, and I was on the front of the veranda. I yelled at her, "Hi, Mama! What do you think of my shoes?" I'd gone home and put my shoes on. And I was on the front veranda. Well, of course, I got both a blessing and a bawling out for leaving her, but, she has to say that really impressed her, that I was able to do that, crossing the main street to get home. Well, we got down to San Francisco, we'd been there several months, and they began to get a little worried about staying in San Francisco. So my mother and father decided, maybe we ought to go back to Canada, only let's try Western Canada, this time. Let's go to a place called Vancouver. So, it was customary in those early days, for the father, the husband, to go ahead. To get a job, and a place to live, and then send for his family.
Well, he'd only been gone about a week or ten days, when I was awakened in the middle of the night by plaster falling on my face, from that terrible earthquake. We had to get out of the house because soon after - we had to, my mother and I, and my Aunt and Uncle, and my cousin gal, little gal friend, we all ended up in Golden Gate Park. Right as we were getting out of the house, I forgot to put any shoes on, so I went out without any shoes. But a soldier broke a store window and got me a pair of shoes.
And the reason we had to get out of the house was, a great fire started, you know? In fact, San Franciscans today, refer not to the great earthquake, but to the great fire.
So we went out to the Golden Gate Park, and we slept in a tent there, and we had to eat in food lines. And, of course, we had no idea what might have happened to my father, because in those days there were no telephones, and there wasn't enough time for any letters, and he didn't know what might have happened to us, and we had no idea what might have happened to him. So, we migrated then, riding down Market Street, in a horse-drawn wagon, down to the Ferry Building. And over to Oakland, and getting in a train as refugees, heading North, and finally ending up in Vancouver. And my mother and her sister and husband, we got a temporary apartment to live in, in downtown Vancouver. The population of Vancouver, in those early days, was only about ten or fifteen thousand.
There was only one main street, that was Hastings Street. About the second or third day, we were walking down the main street, that's Hastings Street, and we walked into my father.
Well, that wouldn't happen today, but then there was only one main street in those days. And that was Hastings. So, I ended up - my father got a job working first on a tug boat, hauling logs, one thing another. Eventually he got a job over in Vancouver Island. He couldn't get any jobs in Vancouver, so he went over to Vancouver Island north of Victoria to work as a maintenance man in a limestone quarry located on Tod Inlet. When the limestone became finally exhausted, the Butchart family decided to create a beautiful garden in the quarry and my father then terminated there. And that ended up being Butchart Gardens.
And they came by ship, sailing out of Blackpool. Sailing out of - oh, what was that sea port? Blackpool. Port of Manchester. And they first came to Nova Scotia, and Halifax, they lived there for a very short time, now they started migrating. They ran first through Montreal. But my father got a job working for the Sweet Railway System there. But he didn't like living in Montreal because there were too many Frenchmen there. And he always remembered how disgusted he was when he was riding in a trolley, in Montreal - downtown Montreal. And when the trolley came in front of a Catholic Church, the motorman would take his hands off the controls and pray as he was going by the church. That disgusted my father, that put religion above safety.
But anyway, in a very short time, they migrated then to Toronto. And they liked Toronto very-quite well. Then one of my mother's sisters and her husband, and their baby gal, had migrated way out west to San Francisco.
Then my folks thought that would be a much better place to go, and my father got a job working for the cable car system in San Francisco. Yes. That was in about 1905. Well, I'll always remember when I was in Toronto, though. I guess I must have been about four years old there. My mother took me shopping to get me a pair of shoes. And there was a department store downtown Toronto, and she had an apartment downtown too, and as I say, she took me shopping to get a pair of shoes. Well, after we'd found the shoes all right, and they were put in a package. Then my mother went shopping for other things, and she got so interested and involved in other things, she didn't notice that I left her. And all of a sudden she looked to me, and I wasn't anywhere around. Oh, boy she worried. So, she ran through the whole store looking for me, couldn't find me. She wore herself out, so she thought she better go home, and get rested up, and then start searching some more. So she went home, and we lived across Yonge Street, which is a main street in Toronto. And she was going up the steps to our apartment building, and I was on the front of the veranda. I yelled at her, "Hi, Mama! What do you think of my shoes?" I'd gone home and put my shoes on. And I was on the front veranda. Well, of course, I got both a blessing and a bawling out for leaving her, but, she has to say that really impressed her, that I was able to do that, crossing the main street to get home. Well, we got down to San Francisco, we'd been there several months, and they began to get a little worried about staying in San Francisco. So my mother and father decided, maybe we ought to go back to Canada, only let's try Western Canada, this time. Let's go to a place called Vancouver. So, it was customary in those early days, for the father, the husband, to go ahead. To get a job, and a place to live, and then send for his family.
Well, he'd only been gone about a week or ten days, when I was awakened in the middle of the night by plaster falling on my face, from that terrible earthquake. We had to get out of the house because soon after - we had to, my mother and I, and my Aunt and Uncle, and my cousin gal, little gal friend, we all ended up in Golden Gate Park. Right as we were getting out of the house, I forgot to put any shoes on, so I went out without any shoes. But a soldier broke a store window and got me a pair of shoes.
And the reason we had to get out of the house was, a great fire started, you know? In fact, San Franciscans today, refer not to the great earthquake, but to the great fire.
So we went out to the Golden Gate Park, and we slept in a tent there, and we had to eat in food lines. And, of course, we had no idea what might have happened to my father, because in those days there were no telephones, and there wasn't enough time for any letters, and he didn't know what might have happened to us, and we had no idea what might have happened to him. So, we migrated then, riding down Market Street, in a horse-drawn wagon, down to the Ferry Building. And over to Oakland, and getting in a train as refugees, heading North, and finally ending up in Vancouver. And my mother and her sister and husband, we got a temporary apartment to live in, in downtown Vancouver. The population of Vancouver, in those early days, was only about ten or fifteen thousand.
There was only one main street, that was Hastings Street. About the second or third day, we were walking down the main street, that's Hastings Street, and we walked into my father.
Well, that wouldn't happen today, but then there was only one main street in those days. And that was Hastings. So, I ended up - my father got a job working first on a tug boat, hauling logs, one thing another. Eventually he got a job over in Vancouver Island. He couldn't get any jobs in Vancouver, so he went over to Vancouver Island north of Victoria to work as a maintenance man in a limestone quarry located on Tod Inlet. When the limestone became finally exhausted, the Butchart family decided to create a beautiful garden in the quarry and my father then terminated there. And that ended up being Butchart Gardens.
1911 Census - Canada
Maggie and Charles and their son Cecil were living in Vancouver, BC at the time of the 1911 Census. Charles was listed as a fisherman. According to the census, they emigrated to Canada in 1903.
1921 Census
Maggie went to