George's Brother -John Turner
George Smith Turner
Born 11 April, 1847 in Exeter (Wales) UK
Died 14 May, 1927 in Vancouver, BC
George's Brother -Alfred Turner
Born 24 July, 1853
in Swansea (Wales)
George's 1st wife
Elizabeth Mary Roberts Keevil Turner
Born 11 November, 1843
Died 1 February, 1900
Son - Stanley Keevill Turner
Born 7 September, 1881
Died 26 February, 1951
Daughter - Edith Francis Turner
Daughter - Constance Eleanor Turner
Born December 20, 1878
Late 1880s Turner children photo - Pictured clockwise - Stanley (b. 1881), Edith (b. approx. 1876) Constance (b. 1878), Amy (b. 1880)
Portrait of Elizabeth Mary Roberts Keevil Turner
by her daughter Amy Louise Turner. Elizabeth is
wearing an almost identical dress as pictured above.
Born 11 November, 1843
Died 1 February, 1900
St. Louis, Minn.
March 8th, 1914
To his daughter:
Miss Amy L. Turner
215 Forest Hill Street
Jamaica Plain, Boston, Ma.
Daughter - Amy Louise Turner
Born January 14, 1880
Died 18 July, 1975
|My dear Amy,
We are having a lovely day, the sun is shining, the air warm and spring-like, but the snow is still on the ground, so that we have something linking us to the winter. Mary has had an attack of the grip, so have I. The thing ought to be spelt La Grippe, giving it all the honor due to so miserable a malady, I could scarcely get sufficient strength on Sunday to go through the services.
Dear Amy, I am sorry to hear that you are not quite so comfortable in your work as you have been. Wherever we are we shall find somebody there who takes a delight in making the others unhappy and unsettled. It is very difficult to understand why it should. It always has been and suppose always will be “Man’s inhumanity to man make countless thousands mourn”.
I found it so when I was in business. The very men I had done the most kindness to were those who tried their best to harm me in return. This caused me much uneasiness, especially while you were all so young and so much depended upon my keeping the position.
The anxiety became unendurable until I had learned to put my trust in God. For ten years I held my post with Watt and Co, tho strong efforts were made to dislodge me. For three years I was boycotted by the whole of the staff because I had sent in a design of my own to the head of the firm for approval and another three or four years boycott for applying for the ass’t managership at the works. So you may see that, taking it all in all, I had somewhat a lively time of it. I learned in those bitter days to trust in God and I have always found that when I did so, I gained not only peace in my mind, but things went better with me. Looking back upon my past life, I feel assured that the safest and best course for us to pursue, is to place ourselves unreservedly in his hands, letting him do with us according to his good will and pleasure, trusting in him implicitly for guidance, that is to say, not allowing ourselves to be drawn into the whirlpool of a strong desire for anything which we in our shortsightedness may consider necessary to our happiness. Striving at the same time to look upon all events, whether great or small, as coming from his hand. When we have learned to do this, life takes on an entirely different aspect. We see things from another point of view, we are looking from his standpoint and, tho we may not be able to see so clearly and so far as he does, we may at times not be able to see anything at all, but a great darkness yet we may have faith to trust him, that he is doing the very best for us, for our highest happiness and greatest usefulness in his service.
If you feel tired and would like a rest, do not forget that this is your home and where you will be gladly welcomed. I know Mary has told you so already.
I have not heard from Stanley, nor from Nelly. I wish they would write more frequently than they do. Write again soon and let me know how things are going with you.
From your loving father
George Smith Turner
The Manse, Tower Minnesota
See the original letter - Page 1 and page 2
Below is a typed version of the letter:
|From: George S. Turner, Pastor
1501 Marine Drive E.
South Vancouver, B.C.
My dear Amy,
Tell Peggy & Billy that we received the Valentines and thought they were very pretty.
The weather here is very much like the English climate - very mild - very variable but within limits. Not 100 above and then tomorrow 100 below. Last week it was charming - so fine - sun-shinny and genial. The last two or three days frost and damp. That chills one more than the intense cold.
I had a letter from Nelly. She is evidently improving in health. They have removed to a new house which is much warmer and more comfortable than the one they have left.
She never mentions Norah - if she does, it is but a casual remark. Norah never writes herself. I have never had a letter once from her. She is kept quite in the background so far as her relatives are concerned. I only hope they are going to give her a good education.
Tell Peggy I liked her letters and Mary thinks her drawings are good. If she practices she will be able to make good drawings. I suppose Billy is looking forward to next fall so that he can go to school with his sister.
We are beginning to think about moving - our time for this house is drawing to a close. The first week in April we expect the people we have leased it from will be returning to take possession. We shall be leaving the house just as the orchard is in full bloom. The apples, pears, plums, peaches, etc.
I have no idea what part of Vancouver we shall settle in. It cannot be prettier than this one. We can see a range of mountains in the distance, straight from our window across the River Frazer and the Straits of Georgia. From the front gate we can see clearly as tho it were only 10 miles away. Mt. Baker in Washington, it’s snowy crest glistening in the sunshine.
How do you like your new house? I suppose you are now reveling in the delight of a furnace. Do you have to look after it or does the owner of the home take that part of the work on?
How does Tom get along with his work? He will be qualifying for a prominent position as Settler of Disputes over in Ireland.
I am glad you are well and happy. With love to all from your loving father
G. S. Turner
P. S. Just this minute rec’d a letter from you. Tell Billy he is a brave little fellow and I am proud of him. Hope he will grow up a brave good boy: a fine fearless man who fears god - honors his fellow men - hating the - loving the good. Who was that discredited ( )? Would like to know more about him.
Editor’s Note: ( ) words or letters unknown or unrecognizable.
This letter was written on a piece of stationery with a letterhead from the First Presbyterian Church with George S. Turner, Pastor, Gilbert, Minnesota printed on it.
Mary Shannon Turner - George's Second Wife
Photo -1910 at the Manse, Tower Minn.
Born about May 1873 in Deluth, Minnesota
Died 9 February, 1962 in Vancouver BC
Mary in Gilbert Minnesota
1515 Marine Drive E.
July 29th , 1927
I was so glad to receive your nice letter that I thought I would answer it at once, but many things came in the way. I hope you are all having a lovely summer going about in your car & to the beaches. Is there a cool porch on your new house? The new address sounds pleasant as if it might be near a park. It has been so hot here for three weeks that we don’t feel like going out in the daytime. But a great many mothers I see take all the children & go to the beach with supper & then after work the fathers join them & they all have a cool evening together beside the water. It’s lovely to see the sun set behind the mountains. The mountains keep changing color as the sun goes down until they are all a dark blue like the sea. I expect you would write a poem about it if you were here.
We have had lots of raspberries this year. I have canned 9 quarts & 5 pints and made jelly too. I wish you all could have some. We have white raspberries & black ones in this garden as well as red.
I went to Kitsilano beach one day with Mr. Gilbert & Ida who live near us. Ida is fourteen years old. She had a party on her birthday and I went to it. There were eleven girls there. I helped Ida’s mother with the games they played on the lawn. They had a spelling match, a potato race, pinned a tail on a horse & put a chimney on a house and had some other races. Mrs. Gilbert gave prizes to the winners.
I have another music book that I shall send you soon. The pieces may be too easy for you now but if they are you can give it to some child who is just starting lessons. Did Billy ever get a saxophone? I think the saxophone can make the strangest sounds I ever heard. A few weeks ago I heard one play a piece called “The Blues in F”. Tell your mother to hear that if she can. I never heard such noises from an instrument.
Do you like to do fancy work yet, Peggy? I was out at a lady’s house yesterday afternoon & I carried my work in that pretty pink silk bag trimmed with silver bead that you sent me.
My niece, Martha Sleepack, who is just your age only her birthday is in March, is a Girl Scout and loves that work. She was at a Scout camp this summer. She & her two sisters swim. Almost everybody here swims. There are so many places where one can learn and so much waters that one might fall into that it certainly is a good thing to know how to keep afloat at least. The fat people can float more easily than we thin ones can.
My nieces & nephews here & their mother have been away at a beautiful ranch up the country for a month where there are horses & cattle. Those two boys have been riding horseback nearly all the time but Philip fell off his horse about ten days ago & broke one of his arms. They are coming home tonight. The two girls are eight & fourteen years old. I don’t think they have had quite such a good time as the boys have. I hope you will write again, Peggy dear, but I know you are busy, or will be when school opens again. I love to get your letters.
Love to all the family, from