| Vol. 7 No. 1 January 2003 |
| The Coubrough Times |
| The Canadian Years |
Happy New Year! Another
whole year has flashed
past, and we find
ourselves once more at the start
of a brand new adventure. Even
though it's off to a rather slow
start, we begin our seventh year
of publication with an amazing
discovery. Come on in, pour
yourself a nice cup of tea, and
pull up a chair to toast your toes
on the oven door while I tell you
a tale of mystery and romance. There are old friends to catch up
with and a few new ones to meet.
Let's start by visiting a few folks
we first met quite a while ago. Everyone knows the story: Jim
Coubrough married Annie
MacDonald. They hung around
on the East Coast a while, had a
couple of kids, then headed off to
farm the bush country on the far
frontier of Canada West.
Unfortunately, our story still has
a few holes: Grampa Matt was
born January 8, 1854, but was it
in Halifax, Nova Scotia, or St.
John, New Brunswick? When did
his parents come to Canada?
Were they married before they
got to Nova Scotia, or after? And
who were Annie's parents? Some questions already have the
best answers we're apt to get.
We know from a copy of the
certificate, that Grampa Matt
was baptised in St. Andrew's
Presbyterian Church, in St. John,
New Brunswick. He was three
months old at the time, and we
will likely never know if he was
born there, or if he went with his
parents after having been born in
Halifax. A tribal tales says that
Grampa Matt's mother had barely
made it ashore in time for his
birth, leading us to believe his
parents hadn't arrived in Canada
before late December, 1853, at the
very earliest. This search has
been full of surprises, and the
truth of this tale was another one. I was recently at the National
Archives looking for MacKays in
Cape Breton. While checking an
index of Vital Statistics from
Nova Scotia Newspapers, the
book fell open at the "C" page of
the index. Near the bottom of the
page, a familiar name caught my
eye. I was so excited I could
hardly turn to the page indicated.
On Saturday, September 27, 1851,
the Acadian Recorder had
carried this tiny item, buried
deep in the back pages: Married On the 23rd Sept., by the Rev.
Alex Romans, A.M., Mr. James
Couborough, to Miss Ann
McDonald, both of this city. There it was, in black and white.
Two short lines of very small
type held the answer to one of
our great mysteries. Not only
had Jim and Annie been married
in Canada, they had both been
here for at least two years longer
than we had ever thought. Every answer, though, brings
more questions. Most likely, Jim
came to Canada because the
army sent him, but what about
his wife? When did she land in
Halifax? Why had she come? Did
she come with her parents or
was she an orphan looking for
work? How did she meet Jim?
Did they "run away" together, or
did they meet in Halifax? What
attracted them to each other?
We may never know, but the
1851 wedding date does lay to
rest a nasty rumour: Grampa
Matt was born in 1854, so he
could not possibly have been the
reason for his parents' marriage.
And if his mother really did rush
ashore to give him birth, she was
at the end of a shorter trip than
the one across the Atlantic. There are a few other interesting
clues. Jim was not listed with his
family in the June 1851 Scots
census because he was already
in Canada or else on his way
here. The index where I found
Annie's marriage had this item,
dated June 10, 1851: The 42nd Highland Regiment
arrived on posting to Halifax from
Bermuda, relieving the 88th
Regiment (Connaught Rangers)
which sailed from Halifax on 13
June aboard the transport
Resistance. Was Jim in Halifax in time for
the 1851 census? If he belonged
to the 42nd Highlanders, his and
Annie's courtship was a short
one--unless he knew her from
somewhere else. Did he transfer
to or from another unit so he
could stay in Canada? Did she go
to Halifax especially to join him?
The newspaper announcement
called him "Mr. Couborough," so
he may have left the military
before he married. On the other
hand, Grampa Matt's March 1854
baptism certificate says his
father was still in the Army, and
it is unlikely that he had got out
and got back in again. However
they met, Jim was very young
when he married Annie: he had
been married a little over four
months by the time he celebrated
his 21st birthday on January 26,
1852, while she was at least 26.
Over the last 10 years, we have
identified at least 2 generations
of Jim's ancestors and hundreds
of his cousins. But after all that
time, still all we know of Annie is
her name. 1851 Halifax is an old, established
city. It was founded in 1749 by
Lord Cornwallis and 2500 British
settlers, whose main purpose
was to exploit the rich fishing
grounds just off-shore. If they
just happened to counter the
unfortunately large French
presence at Louisbourg, well, so
much the better. Now [1851], it is
a thriving, modern seaport that
stretches along the harbour front
for a couple of miles. Our city is
bounded by the stately homes of
our best citizens on the south, by
the snug little houses of the Naval
Dockyard's workers on the north,
by the great Citadel to the west.
Downtown, Province House and
Government House are the finest
public buildings in the land. We
have the best educations, too. Our
Dalhousie University is more
than 30 years old and St. Mary's
nearly 10. Our modern city is a
fine place to do business. Mr.
Enos Collins's Halifax Banking
Company, and Mr. Samuel
Cunard's Steamship Company
are both thriving in the West
Indian Trade. They will make
their marks, those young men. Our dear Halifax is such a
delightful place, I can't imagine
why anyone would want to live
anywhere else. Even here,
though, so many things change
every day, it's a wonder we can
keep up. The Connaught Rangers
have left for home, and those
wild, rough men of the 42nd
Highlanders have taken their
place. I daresay they will be no
gentle replacements for our dear
Rangers. Still, they do have such
lively parties, and the officers are
handsome. All the best people are
seen there, so one can hardly
stay away. Our population is now more than
10,000 souls, and growing fast,
but it is still comfortably British.
All the best people are good, solid
English families, some of whom
came with Lord Cornwallis, and
some who, always loyal to our
monarch, came later--after their
troubles with those pushy people
further south. We also have lots
of Irish and a few Scots. Not
quite English, but at least they're
British--not like those upstart
Germans and Scandinavians that
come here thinking they are as
good as us. Our city leaders are
staunchly British, as is only
right. After all, we were here
first. I have heard that there are
actually a lot of Scots settlers in
Nova Scotia, but most of them
are on Cape Breton Island--Île
Royale, as the Louisbourg folks
call it. Only a sensible few have
stayed in our dazzling city. Even
mailing a letter will soon be
different. The government has
started printing small bits of
paper that we will have to glue to
our letters before they can go on
their way. A "stamp" they call it,
to prove we have paid for the
privilege of letting the post office
deliver it for us. And now I will
have to pay instead of the person
I send it to. Still, I suppose it is
an improvement--it's only one
cent to send a letter now, instead
of 15 cents. John Parr is our governor here
in Nova Scotia, and Lord Elgin is
the governor-general of the
Canadas, though they doesn't
have much to do with us. They
have their own troubles, so they
can't really be counted on to do
us any favours. They are still
going on about "rep by pop, (1)"
whether public schools should be
Catholic or Protestant and who
should pay for them. Our system
is much more civilised. All the
official schools are protestant,
but as long as the Catholic
schools teach the approved
curriculum, we give them public
money too. The westerners do
have a few good ideas, though.
They want to build a railroad
from Montreal and Toronto out
here to our great port city. Think
of the extra markets that will
mean for us. It's a great project,
but we will have to see what
comes of it. They only have 55
miles of rail in their own
provinces, so coming all the way
out here would be an enormous
project, and we aren't holding
our breath. Even with all our modern
conveniences, a young woman
about to begin keeping house for
herself and her new husband has
a lot of work to do. Unless they
plan to live with their parents,
her husband-to-be will select
their new home, but there are
still countless decisions to be
made. If she was still in Scotland,
the groom would choose and pay
for her wedding outfit; here in
Halifax, he still may, or she and
her mother or her friends may
choose it. Either way, there is
much to do and she will have to
start early. Our glorious Queen Victoria was
married in a white dress, so it is
fashionable to be married in a
white gown. For most women, the
wedding gown will also be her
"best dress" for several years to
come, so it will be a sensible
green, blue or brown, perhaps
striped, but just as likely a plain,
solid colour. If she is well enough
off, the dress may be of cotton
calico or chintz, but more
probably of sturdy wool or linen.
If, like our Annie, she is a weaver,
she may weave the cloth herself,
or she may buy it from the local
draper. The next step is to cut out
the new dress, using one she
already has as a pattern. If she
can afford it, she may hire a
dressmaker, but most women sew
their own (and their children's)
clothes. The bride will probably
sew the dress herself, perhaps
with the help of her mother or her
friends. Most clothes, including
wedding dresses, consist of
square pieces of cloth, with
triangular gussets to make them
fit a person's shape, and allow
one to move. The pasterns are
not complicated, but there is a lot
of sewing and it will take several
days of sewing and fitting to get it
right. Annie's dress might look
something like this: If a girl is fortunate enough to be
married in the same city she
grew up in, she will have begun
gathering her trousseau and
other necessities long before she
ever finds the man she will share
them with. When she is ready to
be married, she will already have
all the sheets, towels and other
linens she will need for her new
home. If she has moved to a new
city--or a new country--she will
have plenty of work ahead of her
to stitch up everything she
couldn't bring with her. Even a
modest home needs sheets and
towels. If she has plenty of spare
time, she might crochet doilies to
cover the milk jug (and keep flies
out of it), lace edging to decorate
the kitchen shelves or the edges
of the sheets, anti-macassars to
keep gentlemen's hair oil off the
backs of her chairs, or she might
spend all her time just hemming
enough sheets and towels to get
started. If she has her own loom,
she might weave her own sheets,
and towels, or even blankets for
her bed. If she is at home with
her family, her mother might
make her a present of one or two
blankets, or her man might
purchase them as part of the
furnishings of his new home. Even if a girl has family nearby
to help out, setting up house-keeping can be an expensive
business. Even small households
need things that are difficult to
make and expensive to buy, so
she will have to make a trip to
some of the local shops. For most
people, a bed of some sort, a
kitchen table, and a couple of
chairs are basic requirements,
but the new wife will need an
assortment of wood, tin, iron and
crockery items, too. In a pinch,
the kitchen table can double as
an ironing board, the kitchen
chairs may be pressed into
service to hold the washtub, and
more than one new baby has
slept in a clothes basket, but a
kitchen can't do without a water
bucket, a tin dipper, some
wooden spoons, a flour sieve,
flour barrel cover, a clothes stick
(for stirring clothes in boiling
water), and a mop or two. She will need a large tin or
copper kettle for boiling clothes
on washday, a smaller kettle for
boiling meat, and a dishpan.
Other necessities from the
tinsmith's shop are pans for
baking bread, pies and cakes,
measuring cups (in quart, pint,
half-pint and gill sizes), scoops
for sugar and flour, tea, coffee,
cheese, and bread canisters, and
a flour barrel. The iron monger
has frying pans, soup kettles,
cooking spoons, a tea kettle,
toasting rack, griddle, and a flat
iron for clothes. There are
copper soup and tea kettles, but
they are much more expensive
than iron. Cooking pots, of
course, are all well and good, but
much more useful if you have a
stove to put them on, or at least
a fireplace, though of course only
the poorest families still cook
over open fires. Earthenware crocks, mixing
bowls, and baking dishes are
also useful, though one could
likely get by with a wooden bowl
or two, and baking dishes could
be dispensed with. She will have
to have a china or porcelain
service, and some nice silver
ware. Her new husband would
not thank her for making him eat
his supper from the pot with the
large iron cooking spoon! Tables
must be scrubbed, floors have to
be swept, boots need blacking,
and so do stoves. A respectable
housewife will find it difficult to
do without a broom and at least a
few brushes. The amount of time a woman
spends preparing her wedding
feast will be determined by
whether she is married in the
morning, or in the evening, and
by her own circumstances. If she
is married in the morning, she is
not obliged to give her guests
more than a drink and a piece of
cake, though she may prepare a
larger breakfast, if she wishes. If
she is married on a Saturday , or
in the evening, after a day's work,
her guests will expect a more
substantial supper. Her means
decide whether this is
champagne, with several meats
and fancy cakes, or ale and oat
cakes. Either way, there must be
plenty of it. Lest we should think the bride
will have things all her own way,
I should mention that the groom
will have his share of things to
look after, too. After all, he will be
the one who gets things started
by asking the minister to call the
banns. Announcing their
intentions on three successive
Sundays ensures everyone knows
they plan to marry and gives
everyone who knows them a
chance to speak up if there is any
reason why they shouldn't be
married--like if one of them
already has a spouse. Calling the
banns is also free, unlike a
licence, which may have a steep
fee attached. Of course, men in a
hurry, or with something to hide
have been known to bend the
rules by having the banns called
three times in the same day! With the help of his groomsman
(often his brother or best friend),
he will buy his bride's wedding
ring, and pay the minister's fee.
And he will choose--and pay
for--the new home and any
furniture it needs. Though he is
not obliged to do so, a sensible
man will allow his bride some
choice in both--or he may live to
regret it! The groom will look
after getting his own wedding
clothes. Like their womenfolk,
the wedding suit will often be a
man's "Sunday best" for years to
come, so while he will want it to
be of good cut, he will also want
it of sturdy wool so it will last. If
he is a weaver or tailor, he may
have a hand in the construction
of his wedding suit. If not, he
may have one made for him or
buy one ready-made, as his
means dictate. Mens's suits are of two main
styles: The old-fashioned but still
popular frock-coat has a narrow
waist and knee-length skirt; and
the new sack suit, which hangs
straight from the shoulders and
reaches only to the hip. A man's
coat or shirt is constructed in in
the same general manner as a
lady's dress--square pieces with
small gussets to make them fit a
person's shape. Regardless of whether a woman
is employed outside her parents'
home before she marries, she
will find her life quite different
after she speaks her vows. So
different, in fact, that one
sometimes wonders why women
do it. Most girls will have learned
from their mothers how to keep
house--how to cook and keep
the house clean, how keep
clothes clean, and how to look
after children. Most mothers will
have made sure that their
daughters have plenty of
practice, so this won't be a lot
different, however.... Before she
marries, a woman may do pretty
much as she pleases; she may
buy and sell her own property,
or spend her money on
fripperies. The minute she says
"I do,", the only legal right she
will have is to do what her
husband tells her. Her new
husband will now own not only
any property she had before her
marriage, but he will own her,
and their children, as well. Her
legal status is reduced to that of
an idiot, a child, or a slave; that
is, she has no legal right to
anything, including her own body.
If she should become a widow,
she will have most of her rights
back, but until that time, she will
not even be entitled to a say in
what happens to her children. In
return, the law assumes men will
feed and clothe their wives and
children, but there are few means
of forcing them to do so. It is the nature of young people to
believe that everything will be
rosy after they marry, and for
most couples it is. Most new
husbands care deeply for their
families. They take great care to
see their wives and children well-fed and happy, so there is no
point in dwelling on these
negatives, but there is no denying
that a young woman's life will be
different: even her dress will
change. No self-respecting adult
female would go out of her own
door without a hat on her head.
Now that she is married, though,
she will wear a white cap over
her hair indoors as well. In some
families, she may have already
done so since she was 16. It will
not do for a woman to show her
hair in public; it might be more
than a man could stand, and he
would be tempted to evil. Today's
fashionable caps are trimmed
with lace and have lovely long
lappets at the sides to trail down
over one's shoulders. Even if she
was the mistress of her own
establishment, it will be different
if she now has to cook for two
people. Her new husband's tastes
must now be taken into account,
not only in food, but in friends,
pastimes, and even the decor of
their home. Few men care to be seen as
unable to support their wives
and families, so if a woman
worked outside the home before
she married, her husband will
expect her to give it up, unless
they absolutely cannot get by
without her wages. However, if
she was employed at home, as a
weaver, say, or a dressmaker,
she will continue, but it will be
only for their own use. Most
women make their own clothes
and those of their children,
anyway. One can buy ready-made clothes, but they are
mostly for men; they usually fit
poorly and are often of poor
quality. By the time they have
children, though, many women
are only too happy to give up any
extra work. Managing any household is
plenty of work, though for a
healthy young woman with only
a husband to look after, keeping
house is not necessarily a full-time job. This won't last long,
though. Within a year or so of
her marriage, a woman will often
expect an addition to her family.
Some of her spare time is now
filled with extra sewing. Babies
need lots of clothes, and the
more she sews now, the easier
things will be later. Besides
hemming diapers and stitching
nightshirts, perhaps she will knit
some woolly sweaters, soft
bonnets, and little boots to keep
tiny feet warm. If they live near
her own parents, or her
husband's, the newborn may be
christened in the same gown his
mother or father wore. If not,
maybe the new mother will sew a
special long dress of fine fabric,
then trim it with lace and fancy
stitching for Baby's christening.
For the safety of his soul, Baby
must be taken into the Church as
soon as possible; nothing says
his family and friends may not
enjoy the occasion. If the new parents are Scots,
they won't have to worry about
what to call the new child. For
most Scots families, a child's
name is a foregone conclusion,
and his parents have little say in
the matter. If the first child is a
boy, he will have the name of his
father's father; if the child is a
girl, she will be christened with
the name of her mother's mother.
Thus, Jim and Annie know that
their first child will be called
either Flora or Mathew. The rest
of the children will be named in
order for the rest of their
grandparents, then for their own
parents. If the family is very
large, some of the younger
children may be named after
their parents' brothers and
sisters, or after friends of their
parents. If a child dies, the next-born child of the same sex may be
given the same name. If not
enough sons are born to a family,
girls may be stuck with a
"feminine" version of a man's
name, which is the reason for
Robina (after Robert), Josephine,
and Williamina (or Wilhelmina). There are lots of things to do in
Halifax, besides work. One can
spend a musical evening at our
concert hall or watch a play at
anyone of several theatres. In
summer, those who are brave
enough can bathe in the ocean,
while the rest of us settle for a
picnic lunch on the shore. And
there are always friends to visit,
parties to go to, quiet evenings to
spend at home with our families.
(This last greatly appreciated by
young parents.) Robert Coubrough &
Margaret MacDonald 1. You will no doubt recall that
Margaret MacDonald's husband
Robert was the son of John
Coubrough & Catherine Andrew.
When we began, Robert was
something of a mystery man. We
knew that he had married Mary
Sandels. Their one son, David,
had married Mary S. Mackay
Smith, whose 10 kids were all
born in Scotland, though the
whole family moved to Montréal,
Québec, in about 1912. Mary and
David's grandchildren and great-grandchildren now live all over
Canada and the US, and that
seemed to be about all there was
to know. But the more we looked,
the more tantalizing little hints
seemed to keep springing up and
demanding attention. It took a while, but we found the
trail Robert left, and it just keeps
getting better. Holding those
little clues to their promise, we
soon found that Mary Sandels
was really Mary Sandilands,
daughter of John Sandilands &
Mary Cowan. Not only was she
Robert's second wife, but she
was a young widow with a small
daughter of her own when she
married him and went to look
after his four children. Mary and
Robert had not one, but three
children together: Archibald,
1853, David, 1856, and Jeannie,
January 1857. Poor Mary was
widowed again when Jeannie
was only a few months old. Little
Jeannie herself died before her
third birthday. We don't know
exactly what happened to
Archibald, but it seems probable
that he didn't live long enough to
grow up. David, of course,
eventually grew up, married his
darling Mary, and lived happily
ever after. But that's not the end
of the story. In what we thought was a
separate (though possibly
related) family, we had some
tempting clues to the identity of
the Robert Coubrough who had
married Margaret Clark
MacDonald (1840, Eastwood
parish). We knew the names of
their four children, but not who
Robert and Margaret's parents
were, and they stayed on the
alien list. In what seemed to be a third
separate family (again possibly
related), the names of John
MacDonald Coubrough's sister
and brothers seemed to be
nearly identical to the children of
Robert and Margaret, but the
names of John's parents seemed
to be Thomas Coubrough and
Margaret Douglas. There were
enough similarities to think that,
in spite of the parents' names,
they might be the same family,
but we could find no proof. Robert Coubrough & Margaret
MacDonald, Robert Coubrough &
Mary Sandilands, and Thomas &
his Margaret appeared to be
three separate families. The clue
here, though, was that they all
lived in Thornliebank, and their
children, all born there, seemed
to have almost the exact same
names. We didn't know what
Thomas did for a living, but the
husbands of Margaret MacD and
Mary S were both cloth lappers,
so it seemed that there must be a
connection of some sort between
these families. After much study
of the available evidence, we
began to think Thomas and
Robert must be the same man,
and that his name was Robert.
Similarly, we also concluded that
Margaret Douglas had to be
Margaret MacDonald and that
she was the one who had married
Robert Coubrough in 1840.
Further study led us to think that
Margaret MacDonald must have
died quite young and that her
husband had remarried. It was
then we realized that Mary
Sandilands was probably the
second wife, but we lacked hard
proof--until the day we came
across the 1861 census for
Thornliebank. In that spring of
1861, Mary Coubrough, a 34-year-old widow, was head of a family
of children whose names, ages,
and birth order were identical to
the families of both Margaret
MacDonald and Mary Sandilands.
The only plausible answer was
that Margaret MacDonald's
husband Robert and Mary
Sandilands' husband Robert had
to have been the same man. Every answer usually brings
more questions, but this time the
answer brought more answers. If
Robert was indeed the father of
both families, the descendants of
his sons John and David were
also related. This answered
another question: John's third
daughter, Annie Culpin, was
herself a young widow when she
came to Canada with her two
children, but no one now living
knew for certain the reason she
had chosen Canada. There was a
vague memory that she had
"come to stay with relatives," but
no one knew who the relatives
were. When we discovered that
David Coubrough and Mary
Mackay Smith, were Annie's
uncle and aunt, the reason for
Annie's choice of Montréal
became rather obvious. We had started off knowing little
more than Robert's name. Now,
more than 5 years later (2), we
know he was at least the 2nd son
of Catherine Andrew & John
Coubrough, a power loom tenter.
Robert had been a cloth finisher
by trade, had been the father of
at least seven children, by two
different wives, and had died of
bronchitis, at the age of 35, on a
spring day in May, more than 140
years ago. We may not learn
much more about Robert without
going back to ask him, but the
families of his children are
another matter. 2. Late last fall, while searching
for the name Coubrough on the
Internet, I stumbled across a
bulletin-board message posted
months before by a Maureen
Allen. She was looking for
information on a Sarah Hewish
who had married a James
Coubrough. It happened that I
had this couple in my records as
the parents of a baby, one
William James Coubrough, born
1877. I didn't know anything else
about them, but I e-mailed her
anyway. She had been searching
for Sarah and James for years
and my record of their son was
the first clue she had got. And
what a clue it was. Within six
months, we had amassed enough
evidence to conclude that
Sarah's husband, a travelling
draper, had been the youngest
child of Robert Coubrough &
Margaret Clark MacDonald. James Coubrough, son of Robert
Coubrough, cloth finisher, said
he was a 25-year-old draper
when he married 29-year-old
Sarah Elizabeth Hewish,
daughter of Richard Hewish,
tailor, on March 2, 1877, at
Chesterton, Cambridge,
England. Their son William
James was born March 8, 1877
Six other children followed:
Margaret MacDonald, 1879;
Richard David, 1880; John
Robert, 1882; Harry Hewish,
1884; Bessie Emma, 1887; and
Horace, 1888. Poor little Horace
lived only one month, but all the
others appear to have grown up. James was only about 40 when
he died of peritonitis from a
perforating ulcer in June 1890,
leaving Sarah with a large family
of young children. We don't
know how she managed to raise
them all, but she doesn't seem to
have married again. Sarah
herself died of acute pneumonia,
at the age of 62, in August 1908.
We haven't yet tracked down any
living descendants of this line,
but I expect the only reason for
not finding them eventually will
be that there aren't any. The 1881 census unlocked the
secret of who Sarah Hewish's
husband was, for it was there
that we found Sarah and James
had a daughter named Margaret
MacDonald Coubrough. She was
the key to the rest of our clues
about James' parents. Later, the
1901 census that told us Miss
Margaret had son named Stanley
MacDonald Coubrough, born in
1896. 3. When Mary Sandilands
appeared in the 1861 census, all
of her children and step-children
were still at home, with one
exception. Margaret MacDonald's
oldest son, Robert, who would
have been about 19 or 20 in 1861,
had left home, but we had no idea
where he had gone. Was he one of
the Robert Coubroughs in various
other records? Was he even still
living? Again, though, clues kept
coming up. During our search for James and
Sarah's family, we came across a
number of other Coubroughs, one
of whom was a Robert in the 1901
English census. In keeping with
our premise that everyone named
Coubrough is connected
somehow, we did some further
digging and hit pay-dirt. Not only
had this Robert been married
twice, but he was a tailor and
draper (cloth salesman) who had
been born in Scotland, and he
was exactly the same age as
Margaret Clark MacDonald's son
should have been. Moreover, he
had called his oldest daughter, b
1869, Margaret MacDonald. It
just had to be the right man. It appears that Robert had gone
to England early in his life,
perhaps looking for work, and
had stayed there. Possibly he was
the reason both his younger
brothers went there: John to
become an insurance salesman
and James to become a cloth
salesman. Robert married his
first wife, Mary Ann (we don't
yet know her last name), about
1867, probably in England. Their
first daughter, Margaret
MacDonald, was born in 1869.
She was followed by 6 more
children, only one of whom, a boy
named Arthur, lived past
infancy. Poor Mary Ann died at
the birth of her seventh child in
six years. She was 29. Having
two young children on his hands,
34-year-old Robert married
again in 1876, to 24-year-old
Catherine Amelia Channer. They
had several more children,
including a daughter named
Jessie, born about April 1880,
but we haven't tracked down any
of the other names yet. 4. We have known for quite some
time that after his first wife,
Annie Inwood, died, John
MacDonald Coubrough had
married a woman named Louisa
Amelia Adcock. What we didn't
know was when. When the 1901
census turned up a John
Coubrough, whose wife was
named Louisa, we knew it had to
be them, so it seemed obvious
that they had been married
sometime before the census in
March of that year. We also
knew that Annie had been alive
for the 1891 census, so this
greatly narrowed the number of
records we had to search.
Eventually, Maureen Allen, who
lives in Cambridge, England, and
who goes quite often to the
record offices in London, turned
up a death certificate for Annie,
which said that she had died in
December 1899. We still haven't
found the exact date of John's
remarriage, but the range of
possibilities is a lot smaller. Now that we have found out so
much about the grandchildren of
John Coubrough and Catherine
Andrew, let's talk a bit about
John's sister, Barbara. As far as
we have been able to learn, she
was the only daughter in her
family. And she was the original
of the mysterious name Barbara.
That was all we knew, and
seemed to be all we were likely
to know. Then, last year, the
General Register Office of
Scotland began making its vital
statistics registrations available
on-line. Anyone with a computer
and a credit card can download
copies of birth and death
registrations for £1 ($2.50) each,
so I ordered one for a Barbara
Coubrough, age 67, who had
lived in Eastwood parish. There
weren't many women by that
name, at that age, so I was
pretty sure she would be Jean
Muir's daughter--and so she
was. Barbara had been a power-loom
weaver who had never married.
Perhaps she had worked in the
same family where her brother
Mathew was a colour printer.
Her residence at the time of her
death from "old age and
debility," on July 22, 1876, was
47 Heriot Street, Pollokshaws,
which was just down the street
from where Mathew had lived, at
22 Heriot Street. Barbara's death
was reported to the registrar by
her "nephew-in-law" James
Campbell. James and his wife
Jane lived at 44 Main Street,
Pollokshaws. Jane, being the
daughter of Barbara's brother
Mathew, was of course, the
younger sister of our very own
Grampa Jim. Several years ago, I found an
1876 marriage for a Barbara
Coubrough and an Alexander
McHutcheson in an index. These
entries don't give parents' names
for either the bride or the groom,
so Alex's wife remained on the
alien list. Then, during the hunt
for Jean Muir's daughter, I came
across a death registration entry
for another Barbara Coubrough,
also in Eastwood. I wasn't sure
who she was, but I figuring she
had to be one of us, I ordered the
certificate. She certainly was one
of us: I was more than a little
surprised to find that as well as
being Alexander McHutcheson's
widow, she was also a previously
unknown daughter of Malcolm (3)
Coubrough & Agnes McKinnon. Agnes & Malcolm were married in
1807, in Eastwood parish. Their
first son, James, was born in
1809, but Robert, the next known
child, was not born until 1821!
Judging by the large gap between
these two sons, I felt there must
be other children, but I could not
find any record of them. Then
came Barbara, who was born
about 1829, and I began to think
that Agnes and Malcolm must
have just not got around to
baptising their kids. My next find
would lend weight to that theory. Alexander McHutcheson had at
least one son (Alex) from a
previous marriage, but I found
no records of any children for
Barbara. This is probably not all
that odd, however; Barbara was
at least 45 when she married
Alexander, and her death
registration gave no evidence
that she had ever been married
to anyone else. Her husband may
also have had other children, but
Alexander McHutcheson, Step-son, was the one who reported
Barbara's death to the registrar. Malcolm Coubrough
& Mary Cameron Another discovery in the same
family, which was to me even
more surprising, was that of
Malcolm Coubrough who had
married Mary Cameron in 1856,
at Rutherglen, Lanark shire. I
had thought Mary Cameron's
husband to be the son of Ann
Boyd & Malcolm Coubrough, but
I could find no proof--because
there was none! In December 2002, I received an
e-mail with an index entry of the
death of a Malcolm Coubrough,
whose wife's name was Mary
Cameron. I downloaded the
certificate, and found Malcolm's
parents were Malcolm
Coubrough & Ann McKinnon. At
the very least, this Malcolm had
to be the brother of Barbara
McHutcheson. I can find no other
record of a Malcolm Coubrough
married to Ann McKinnon.
Either Ann and Agnes were
same person, or else Agnes died
and Malcolm married Ann, who
may have been Agnes's cousin or
even her sister. Malcolm and
Agnes/Ann had at least four
children. While still I think there
must be others, I do believe that
Mary Cameron's husband, who
was born about 1830, was
probably the youngest. If Agnes
McKinnon was his mother, she
was 40 - 50 years old by the time
Malcolm was born. Once again, we ask blessings on
the census takers and their
pointy pencils. If not for them,
we might never have known that
four Coubroughs were living in
Wales in 1901. Isabella, 41;
Agnes, 37; Violet, 33; and John,
29, lived at Carnarvon, where
John was apparently a calico
printer. He was seems to have
been the only one who was
employed, with his sisters said
to be "living on own means." The
women being in their thirties
and early forties, it seems
unlikely that they married and
had kids of their own after that.
John may have married later,
but I don't know where, when, or
if. I don't know when these folks
went to Wales, but since they
were at home with their parents
in 1881, most likely it was
sometime between then and when
I found them at Carnarvon in
1901. Who were these people, you
ask? "Cousins," is the answer.
They were the offspring of Agnes
Morton and Robert Coubrough.
Robert, born 1832, was our own
Grampa Jim's next younger
brother, and so the uncle of our
Grampa Matt. Robert Coubrough and Agnes
Morton had at least eight
children. Their first son, Mathew,
was 13 months old when he died
of "hydroencephalus" on January
28, 1856. Agnes and Robert's first
daughter, Isabella, was born a
few months later, on May 9, 1856.
She was followed by Jane, 28 Jan
1858; Agnes, 19 Jan 1860;
Barbara, 12 Nov 1861; Violet, 4
Sept 1863; Robina, abt 1866; and
John, abt 1871. The first six
children were all born in
Eastwood parish, where Robert
himself had been born, and where
Agnes and Robert had been
married on January 3, 1854. They
must have moved to England
sometime between when Violet
was born (1863) and about 1866-1867, when Robina was probably
born, which might explain why
they disappeared from the Scots
records. The census doesn't say why they
moved, but like so many others,
he may have gone looking for
work. In the Scots census records
for 1851 and 1861, Robert was a
colour maker in a calico factory.
In the 1881 English census, he
was a "salesman to a calico
printer." Perhaps the chemicals
used to make the colours had
caught up to him, or perhaps he
just needed what ever job he
could get. When people move to a
new country, they often move to
where they have friends or
family. Perhaps Agnes and her
Robert went to England because
his "cousin Robert" (son of
Margaret MacDonald) was
already there. Cousin Robert
was a draper (a person who sells
cloth) who had already been
several years in England and so
was probably well-established
there, and perhaps he had even
given Agnes's Robert a job. At
any rate, the 1901 census is the
first indication we have of what
had happened to any of the kids
after they left home. 1. Some time ago, one of my cousins
began a hunt for two
rather elusive men named
Walter Coubrough. We had
identified one of them as the son
of Henry Coubrough and Marie
Shellard, but the other was still
"at large." In the hope of
tracking down the remaining
mystery man, John contacted a
Katherine Coubrough who
appeared to be from the same
general area of the US as the
mysterious Walter was believed
to have lived. She told John that
her husband, George Coubrough,
had been lost at sea in 1964, but
that he had been the son of
another George Coubrough and
a woman named Martin (first
name unknown). She thought
her father-in-law had been born
in about 1904, probably in
Scotland, and that he had been
the son of still another George
Coubrough, whose wife had been
a Thompson. Ever optimistic, we
continued the search. There are several men named
George in the Coubrough tree,
and a few more named Walter.
Neither is particularly common,
however, so when, a year or so
later, I was searching the Ellis
Island immigration site and
came across the name George
Coubrough in the index, it
caught my eye. I had to
investigate, and was somewhat
startled to find that not only was
this man's name George, but his
middle name was Thompson;
moreover, he was accompanied
by his older brother, Walter.
George, age 20, was a railway
worker, and Walter, 21, was an
engineer. It was December 23,
1924, when they landed in New
York, and they were on their way
to Chicago, where they intended
to stay with their sister, Mrs.
Agnes Hodgkinson. I had to dig deeper. Hoping Agnes had been married
before she left Scotland, I
searched the marriage record
indexes, and sure enough there
was an entry for an Agnes
Coubrough who had married a
Frederick D. Hodgkinson, in
1920. This was a bit of luck, as
she would have been much
harder to find if she had gone to
the US before her marriage. The
Scots marriage records were not
yet available for download, and
being a cheapskate, I was
reluctant to fork over the £10
($25) needed for a photocopy of
the registration. While I debated
whether solving this little
mystery was worth the cash
outlay, I had an offer I couldn't
refuse from another generous
researcher
who offered to look up any
records I might like on his next
trip to the Register Office in
Edinburgh. Thanks to him, we have found
that the elusive Walter and his
brother George were indeed the
sons of a Coubrough man and a
woman named Thompson--just
not the ones we had been told.
Walter & George's parents were
Walter McFarlan Coubrough and
Agnes Thompson. The elder
Walter was a son of William C.
Coubrough & Margaret McKim, so
of course he was also the brother
of the Arthur Coubrough who had
gone to Chicago in 1911 (Item 8,
pg 11, July 2002), which means
our Walter and George were
Ellrigs. Walter McFarlan
Coubrough died in 1923, so
maybe that was why his sons
went off to America in 1924. Both
sons died in Los Angeles,
California: George in 1956, and
Walter in July 1973. I don't know
if Walter was married or had any
children. 2. Several of William Coubrough
& Margaret McKim's 9 children
ended up in the US at some point.
A granddaughter of William and
Margaret's son Daniel says her
grandfather and his oldest
brother, William (1868-1946),
were the only ones who stayed in
Scotland. Robert, the second son, b 1870,
married a woman named Maria
Akhurst in 1898, in Sussex,
England, and they had at least
one son and one daughter,
Marie, born 1899, in Brighton,
England. They landed in New
York in September 1923, on their
way to his brother Arthur in
Chicago. Robert and Maria gave
their next of kin in England as
"Son, Mr. R. M. Coubrough", of
Brighton. Walter McFarlan, the third son,
born 1873, doesn't seem to have
gone to the US himself, but as we
have seen, his sons Walter and
George did. Thomas, b 1875, was Margaret
McKim's fourth son. He died in
1876, before his first birthday. Bethia, Margaret's fifth child
and oldest daughter was, born
about 1877. She married Joseph
Foy in Glasgow in 1898, and they
had at least 5 kids. Joseph, a
plasterer by trade had gone to
the US in 1909, possibly to work.
There was an address listed for
the person he was going to be
staying with, but it had been
crossed out and I couldn't read
it. However, since he went to
Chicago on his next trip, in
February 1911, it seems
probable that he had gone there
on the first trip also. At any rate,
Bethia and their five kids joined
him in 1912, landing in New York
on May 27, en route from
Glasgow to Chicago. It was
interesting to note that Bethia's
youngest child, a boy named
Arthur, was 5 months old when
they left Glasgow on May 18th. Malcolm, Bethia's next younger
brother, was born about 1881, in
Glasgow, but that's all I have
been able to find out about him. Arthur, born 1882, was child #7.
We already know he married
Ann Morrison and went to
Chicago in 1911. Daniel, born 1887, who was Ann
Holding's grandfather, married
Evelyn Cowie in about 1923 or
1924. They had 5 kids, but Daniel
and Evelyn never left Scotland. Ann, born about 1889, was the
baby of the family. She may also
have gone to the US, but I
haven't found any record of her
there. 3. In the last issue, I mentioned
that I had thought William
Crawford Coubrough, husband
of Margaret McKim, had been an
Ellrig, but I had not at that time
been able to prove it. I have
since found his death
registration, and as it turns out,
my hunch that they were Ellrigs
was correct. The William who
married Margaret McKim was
the youngest of three sons of
William Coubrough and Bethia
Lancaster McMillan. Bethia's
eldest son, Malcolm, b December
1841, was an unmarried
apprentice blacksmith when he
died of tuberculosis in November
1863. Her second son, Daniel,
married Mary Wylie at Glasgow
in 1887. They had 7 kids, two of
whom died in infancy. And her
baby, William, born about 1847,
married Margaret McKim. As for their being Ellrigs, I
recently found the death
registration for Bethia McM's
husband William, who died
November 1, 1877. It gave his
parents as Malcolm Coubrough
and ?Coubrough, MS McFarlane.
Catherine McFarlane was the
only woman of the right name at
the right age at the right place at
the right time who was married to
a Malcolm Coubrough so she had
to be William's mother. Malcolm,
born 1789, was the 4th son of yet
another William Coubrough, b
1755, and his wife, Margaret
Gourley. William (1755) was the
great-grandson of John Couburgh
and Helen Stevenson, who are
our "original Ellrigs." 4. We have also connected a
couple of other living lines to
their ancestors. In January 2001,
I had a telephone call from a Jim
Coubrough, of Glasgow, who told
me that his father had been in
Canada at some time in the
1920s, and that his (Jim's)
mother had been born Elizabeth
Badger. At that time, no on-line
indexes had marriages later than
1901, so there didn't seem to be
any hope of finding anything
about them without visiting the
Archives in Edinburgh. In the summer of 2002, the
General Register Office
(Scotland) published their index
of marriages up to 1926 on-line.
One of the names I found was an
Elizabeth Badger who had
married a David Coubrough.
Again being too cheap to fork out
$25 for the certificate, I put them
on the back burner. I did,
however, write to Mr. Jim of
Glasgow to ask if they were his.
My letter was returned, saying
the addressee had moved. I got
an extract of the
marriage record, where I found
David Coubrough, born 1893,
married to Elizabeth Young
Badger in Alexandria,
Dumbarton, on March 11, 1922.
He was the third of six children
of David Coubrough, born 1857,
and Jane MacDougall, who had
been married September 6, 1889,
in Glasgow. David (1857) was the
eighth of ten children of John
Coubrough, b 1808, and Mary
Ewing. John was the second son
of John Coubrough and
Euphemia Stewart Park, whose
names you will recognize as the
parents of Anthony Park
Coubrough, who owned the
Blanefield calico factory, and of
James Hannah Park Coubrough,
whose son James moved to
Australia in 1883. 5. The online index had another
Coubrough marriage in the same
place only a few months later. John
Coubrough and Margaret Ross,
who were married on October 20,
1922. As one might expect, John,
born about 1898, was David's
younger brother, but I haven't
yet found out anything else
about them. Unfortunately, I still
have not been able to track down
the Jim Coubrough who was
Elizabeth Badger's son to tell
him all this. 6. Quite some time ago, I had an
e-mail from a woman in Glasgow,
asking if I had any information
on her family. She could only go
back as far as her grandmother's
birth in 1914, though she did
know that her grandmother's
parents were James Coubrough
and Agnes Docherty. Again, at
the time she wrote, there were
no marriages available on-line
after 1901, so again, the inquiry
went on the back burner. I did
eventually find them in the on-line index last year, and when
we looked them up, we found a
James Coubrough, b 1874,
married to Agnes Docherty on
July 8, 1912, in Glasgow. James
was the only child of John
Coubrough and Marion Miller,
who had been married in
Glasgow in 1873. John, born
1851, seems to have died before
James was 7 years old, and
Marion eventually remarried
twice, but I don't know if she had
any more kids. In any case, John
was the fourth of nine children of
James Coubrough and Margaret
Kennedy. James, b 1817, was the
third of eight children of James
Coubrough, b 1787, and Janet
Adam. James (1787), was the
next older brother of the
Malcolm who married Catherine
McFarlane, making James and
Agnes Docherty's children
Ellrigs, too. (Malcolm and
Catherine McF were the parents
of William who married Bethia L.
MacMillan, at item 3, above.) 7. An interesting little tidbit I
found on one of my Internet
searches said a man named A.C.
Coubrough was the 1922-23
Chairman of the "Institute of
Engineers in India." He may
have been Anthony Cathcart
Coubrough, grandson of the
calico factory owner, Anthony
Parks Coubrough, but I have not
yet established this. 8. While we are on the "calico
family," I have found another
little piece of the puzzle. I have
long known that Isabella Veitch
was the wife of John James
Howard Coubrough, son of James
Coubrough and Christina
Colquhoun, and grandson of John
Coubrough and Euphemia S.
Park. I also knew that John and
Isabella had three children. I
later found the widowed Isabella
and five children in the 1891
Scots census, so I assumed that
John had died before that.
According to that census,
Isabella's two youngest children
had been born in England, so
they had obviously been there for
some time before she and the
children came home to Scotland.
And there the matter rested. Last fall, a fellow searcher
began hunting through
the
English archives in hope of
finding clues to the identity of
James Coubrough who had
married Sarah Hewish. One of
the men she noticed in passing
was a 35-year-old John Howard
Coubrough, who had died at
Barnet, Hertfordshire, in 1881. A
couple of months later, I found
John and Isabella's children in
the 1881 English census. Isabella
Veitch's mother was Jane Steele,
so the Thomas Steele, whose
home Isabella's children were
visiting during the census, was
probably one of Isabella's
relatives. Another surprise was that not
only had John and Isabella's two
youngest children, Stephen and
Nellie, been born in London,
England, but there was another
baby between Stephen and his
next older brother, James Park
Coubrough. Poor little Agnes had
also been born in London, in
1874, but she had died in 1876,
aged 2 years, which was why I
hadn't seen her in the 1881
census with the rest of the
family. Agnes's birth in 1874 in
London also meant that her
parents must have gone there
sometime before she was born,
but after her brother James
Park, who had been born in
Glasgow, in January 1873. John died in the first quarter of
1881, so at the census, the
children had probably just lost
their father. Their mother was
not listed with them, so they may
have been staying with other
family while their mother looked
for a place to take them home to.
In March 1891, Isabella was back
in New Milns, Loudoun,
Ayrshire, Scotland, which was
her home town. I don't know how
well-fixed John had left her for
money, but according to the 1891
census, all the kids, except
James, were still at home and
they were all working. Isabella
was a dressmaker, working out
of her home. Her daughters
Jeanie and Nellie were lace
curtain designers; the middle
daughter, Christina, was a "lace
curtain calenderer," whatever
that was, and their brother
Stephen was a lace curtain
salesman. (One gets the idea
that lace curtains were a popular
item in 1891!) They must have
been fairly well off compared to
some of their neighbours.
Isabella and her children had
their whole house to themselves,
while the house next door was
home to three families. Here are some of the things I am
working on. If you know the
answer, please don't keep it a
secret. 1. We have known for some time
that James Cowbrough and Jean
Muir had at least 8 kids, the
sixth of whom (born 1805) was
Mathew, father-in-law of Annie
MacDonald, and grandfather of
our very own Grampa Matt. We
also know that there are large,
unexplained gaps between some
of these children, including the
10-year space between Mathew
and his next-older brother,
Robert, born 1795. 2. I also found some time ago
that there was apparently a
Robert Coubrough, in Eastwood
parish, who seems to have been
married to a Janet Muir. The
International Genealogical Index
lists a Thomas Coubrough, of
Eastwood parish, as being
married to a Janet Muir. Who
were these people? 3. Years ago, I found baptism
records for the children of a
couple named William
Coubrough and Elizabeth
Dalgliesh. Just a couple of days
ago, I discovered that William
was a "sailor." For whom did he
sail? I think this William was the
son of William Coubrough and
Janet Liddle (thus an Ellrig), but
as far as I know, Janet Liddle's
husband was a farmer. Did their
son make his life at sea because
as the youngest of 14 children, he
had no hope at home? It will
certainly bear further search. 4. We have know from the
beginning that our Grampa Jim's
mother was Jean Allan, but who
was she? According to the census
records, she was born in
Thornliebank, in about 1810 or
1811, but that's all we know. She
named her second son Robert, so
that may have been her father's
name, but did she call her first
daughter Jean after her mother?
Or after herself or her mother-in-law? It's a puzzle with few clues. "My great-uncle Samuel
Waterson (my Grandmother's
brother) died in the 1st World
War, and his name is one of those
listed on the monument near my
home. As a child, I was told the
story and shown the name.
Recently, as a matter of interest,
I had a look at the other names
on the monument. (It is a small
monument, but well looked
after--wreaths laid regularly by
local Scout Troops, etc.) I
discovered David Coubrough (4) was
one of those on the same
monument. He was considered a
"son" of Thornliebank. "Thornliebank is a strange place,
despite the fact that it is now
changed out of all recognition.
The core of the people
(descendants from the first
"Thornliebankers") are still as
proud of their "village" as their
ancestors. In fact we still use the
expression "going to the village"
when we intend to visit the Main
Street. As to the "core" of people,
they are mainly descendants of
the people who arrived in the
district in the early 1800's to
work in the newly built
Printworks. Before then,
Thornliebank consisted of only a
few farms and less than a dozen
families. "The
Coubroughs who worked
in the Print Works were an
exception, as I have always been
told that they were in the district
already. This would make sense
as some of them were Farmers.
Also I am sure (still to prove it
though) that they had something
to do with Alexander Crum
building the Print Works and
subsequent housing for the
workers were he did in
Thornliebank. One of the clues I
have is most of my ancestors
stayed in a small area (now
gone) called Campsie Terrace. I
have also been told that the
naming of the tiny streets and
terraced buildings were chosen
to reflect their surroundings.
Dairy Lane--previous site of a
dairy farm. Hillside Terrace--
obvious one this--was built on a
hill, and rebuilt as recently as
1977 on the same hill. The
Land--this area is known as
Alexander Crums land in the
history of Thornliebank. I could
go on, but back to Campsie
Terrace. As we are nowhere
near Stirling , I am assuming
that the people who had
something to do with the
building
of this particular housing area
named it after their birthplace:
maybe the Coubroughs? "Another little snippet is that
Campsie Terrace was built back
to front. Back of the housing
facing the Main Street of the
Village, unlike the rest already
built, which faced onto the
street. The story is that
Alexander Crum had a rather,
shall we say, proud female in his
family, who found it offensive to
drive through the Main Street in
her carriage to their estate (now
a large, rambling, quite lovely
public park) and have to look on
the workers' wives and children
sitting outside the entrances to
the previously built terraces.
The builders were then
instructed to ensure that the
entrances to any new housing
were out of sight; hence the
"back to front" homes." Paper copies are $5 a year (2
issues). e-mail: myrna@coubrough.com 1. Representation by population.
When Upper & Lower Canada were
united, both had the same number
of seats in the new National
Assembly. By 1850's, Canada West
had grown so much that they now
demanded more seats.
2. For me. John Coubrough in
Colorado, Mary and Robert's direct
descendant, has been working on
this puzzle for much longer.
3. Malcolm was born in 1787, 2nd son
of James Coubrough & Jean Muir.
4. Son of David Coubrough & Mary
Mackay Smith.
Annie is still an alien
Barbara
Robert Coubrough &
Agnes Morton
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