Jay Telfer may have handed over the reigns of the Wayback Times to Sandy and Peter Neilly, but he is still going to be visible in the newspaper.
 
The longtime resident of Prince Edward County will be writing Jay's Blog, a column on his ongoing love of antiques and life in the Quinte Bay area.
 
Jay's Wayback Times, founded in 1995, published 1.7 million papers in 11 years and more than 258,000 kms
were traveled for visits
and deliveries to antique shows, stores and markets.
 
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By Jay Telfer
There are ties to the past in all of us.
 
I had written this tale way way back in issue 14 in 1998, and with the passing of my parents, it has become fresher in my memory. I did some more editing and added more information.
 
Isabel Livingston Telfer, my late mother, hinted broadly that we were “related” to Dr.. David Livingstone, the African Explorer, with the extra "e." (I have always had problems with spelling.) Never anything definite, but "if I wanted to grow up and be like him ...”
 
I believed that, read all I could about my “Great Great Uncle Explorer...” and bragged about it to anyone. But my father let me know after mum’s death that there was no connection at all.
 
To me, it was a pretty nifty challenge to be the best at whatever I put my mind to. I think it worked. But what a mean thing to do to her children! The way mum hinted, I might as well be related to the Queen.
 
The Livingston Family, Jan. 1, 1931: Elsie, Robert Jr.,
Robert and Elizabeth, Fairlee, Jay and Isabel
 
In 1910, Mr. Robert Livingston, with his degree in Electrical Engineering from Edinburgh University, crossed the Atlantic and settled into Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan to assist in building the White Rose Flour Mill. His wife, Elizabeth, sailed in 1912 with two very young girls and a son. She had sent a package earlier in the year and that package was lost - in the Titanic.
 
The clan grew by two more to include Elsie, Robert, Isabel, Fairlee, and my uncle, Jay.
 
My mother, Isabel, was the two-year-old girl who crossed the Atlantic. (We used to joke that she sailed right behind the Mayflower.) She was the last surviving member of the original Livingston family.
 
But Robert Livingston gave me one of the best gifts of all. It happened when a young dashing fly boy from Scotland named Telfer appeared and swept Isabel off her feet, married her and moved her back to Oxford, England during the last two years of the war. Robert, thinking he would never again see his daughter, sat and wrote, not of his history, but of his father’s history.
 
In his sixty-three page longhand account it told of Robert’s grandfather’s life as a boat builder, his teaching night classes on boat building, and of his father, David, running off to sea at age thirteen and sailing to Jamaica for the sugar trade. It talked of him having burnt his hands at age eight during a celebration with fireworks at Queen Victoria’s Coronation! - the writing does bring the family a little closer than hearing it said in passing.
 
It told of him rounding the South American horn in 1847 - a scary feat with constant sea storms - and landing in San Francisco as the first mate at age eighteen. How many young people do you know who could be first mate on a fourteen foot boat, or a sixteen foot car guiding the pilot/driver with no cup holder?
 
The captain got sick on the voyage and the crew all abandoned ship in order to find 1847 gold around San Francisco. He looked after the ship until the Captain returned 6 months later - as usual, no health care early on in the US. He sailed south to Chile, where he met with a German man and they began a silver mining operation. They came with newer ideas over the normal Mexican method. They did very well.
 
During the operation, they allowed the miners to get rid of rats in the mine. But when too many dead rats were being brought out and thrown over the fence, it was discovered that the miners were bringing in dead rats, filling them with silver ore and then tossing them over the fence in order to pick them up at nightfall. It was likely the first security check for the South American miners.
 
David LivingstonMy great grandfather David worked and lived in Chile for 13 years until he got sick. He arrived back in Scotland a very wealthy man. He married his old Scottish sweetheart (a very patient girl who waited for about twenty years).
 
(Photo at left: Statue of David Livingston at Victoria Falls.)
 
He had four children, including my grandfather, Robert. He put half his money into Scottish Building Rentals and the other half into the railways. He lost money in the rental venture; the railway kept him a man of leisure for the rest of his life. He built a large house and assisted in building a school. He loved sailing and he also loved to get into philosophical arguments with his wife’s brother. Robert could tell when the discussions got heated, simply by watching his seated father’s pant legs as they were hitched up and crept up his legs!
 
His wife was a three time a week church-goer and when her minister said there would be an end to the world in a major climax at the beginning of the 20th Century, she prepared herself and let the family know their ends were near. David and Robert could not dissuade her in her beliefs.
 
What bothered my Grandfather Robert about his father was the fact his two very bright sisters were not allowed to carry on with their studies past the “public” 8th Grade. “They would marry...” he was told. It is a very personal and fascinating tale.
 
And what does it all mean? Brother Ian received a copy of Robert’s story, given to all three of us by my mother in 1986. He had never heard about Great great grandfather David’s silver mine in Chile. Ian has been President of four gold mining concerns in South America, America and the rest of the world for over twenty years. It must be in the genes.
 
Uncle Robert Livingston Junior’s sons and daughters, Bob, David, Penny and Mary held a Livingston Family Reunion in Moose Jaw at the end of July 1998. My late father and my sister, Margaret, from Minnesota attended from our clan and enjoyed it all. I wished I could have been there.
 
There are ties to the past in all of us. I want to posthumously thank Robert for his own exciting written journey, his own still growing family from Moose Jaw to Toronto to Vancouver Island, and especially his wonderful written words.
 
When an eighteen year old leaves the house to seek his or her fame and fortune, what do they care about history, especially your history. But when your child has their first child, there is a need for knowing what happened in the past.
 
I wish everyone would do that; talk to their parents or especially, write of their parents' past, their stories, or their own lives and pass it on to the next generation.
 
It is always a handle to the future.

Other articles by Jay Telfer
 
Blog - Issue 75 Blog - Issue 72 Blog - Issue 71
Blog - Issue 69 Blog - Issue 68 Blog - Issue 67  
Blog - Issue 66 Blog - Issue 65  VW Collecting
 
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