Faulkner and my mother, as a child
My mother, Phyllis Fricker, wrote:
Grandmother had three children by him: Kenneth, Clara, & Percy. She eventually married again to Frank Faulkner and had one child by him Hilda. Mary and Frank Faulkner lived in Port Dover in a little stucco cottage. They had about an acre of land with a couple of barns and a large chicken yard - fenced in. They had two horses, a Jersey cow, lots of chickens and geese and a few ducks. They had a strawberry patch, a raspberry patch, and a very large garden.
My mother told of her Grandma on their large front veranda - sitting in an old rocking chair with a large two-quart jar full of milk and cream. She would rock and shake and rock and shake and eventually the result was buttermilk and butter. The buttermilk was the best my mother had ever tasted. Then, Grandma Faulkner would put the liquid into a big wooden bowl and use a butter sieve to draw out the pieces of butter.
He always had a healthy appetite. After lunch he always laid down on the couch by the window in the kitchen and had a nap for an hour or two. The window sill always had geraniums on it. After hauling all that gravel he was, no doubt, tired and had sense enough to rest awhile."
On the Farm
The Root Cellar
He would go out to the barn and milk the cow. He tried to show me how to milk - but squeeze the teats anyway I could - I could never produce a drop of milk.
Grandpa's son, Bill Faulkner, joined the Services during the First World
War. He was sent overseas and died during the terrible influenza epidemic."
My Mother's Paternal Grandmother - MARY FAULKNER
Grandma wore cotton print dresses every day, very long, and usually covered with a voluminous apron with large pockets. When she went out to work in the garden she always wore a sun- bonnet. It was not stylish in those days to be tanned. She was a tall, gaunt woman with thick, beautiful white hair. She had false teeth which must have been uncomfortable because she usually put them in her apron pocket. I can remember starting out to Church with her. People said that we walked exactly the same - toes out & fast. We would get partly along the way and she'd say "Oh shaw, we have to go back." I would asked why and she would say "I forgot my teeth, I left them in my apron pocket."
Grandma was an avid quilter. Sometimes she would have a quilting bee at her home; inviting 5 or 6 other ladies. They all sewed like mad and never stopped talking and gossiping. Then tea or cake and cookies would be served. It was a very pleasant social event and the results were lovely quilts in various patterns - Log Cabin, Wedding Ring, Goose Tracks, etc. Every scrap of material would be saved - cotton & wool & linen. There were no synthetics then. She must have had a sewing machine because she made most of her clothes and dresses, and also made them for Hilda and Clara.
Grandma was a great one for visiting. She had many relatives and friends
in Dover. We would walk out almost every day and call on someone - Pete
& Eva Brock, many of the Lowe family, 2 old-maid sisters who lived
together and many others whose names I can't remember.
Sonia Brock 2005