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1 As a young man he had an encounter with a black bear and bore the scars the remainder of his life. MacMillan, Norman (The Bear) (I00488)
 
2 At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld. Probert, Beverly (I00193)
 
3 Catherine's birth appears to be too close to Rachael's
 
MacMillan, Catherine (I00530)
 
4 At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld. Beals, Catherine Lynn (I00415)
 
5 David did not marry. Dauphinee, David Allison (I00260)
 
6 Four children died young. Dauphinee, Margaret Ann (I00274)
 
7 From Debby Bow:
“What’s your Fa-ther’s name?” (with a particular accent on Fa’). Growing up in Rural Cape Breton, this was a common question asked in conversation, particularly with elders of the community. Everyone knew everyone, or at least someone in their extended family. This area in Cape Breton was largely settled by Scots who emigrated after the “Highland Clearances”. Almost everyone was a Mc or a Mac, and there were only a few common given names. Thus the repetition of Normans, Peters, Catherines and Marys. So it was not uncommon for multiple Norman MacMillans to live in the same county, indeed within the same rural mailing area. In order to distinguish individuals in conversation, they were given nicknames such as Norman The Bear, Little Norman and Big Norman. I knew of 2 John MacLeans who were 1st cousins, the sons of brothers. They lived very close to each other but one lived down by the Bras d’Or Lakes (a saltwater inland sea in Cape Breton) and the other built his house up on the mountain (a few 100 feet higher in elevation). They were always therefore distinguished as Johnny Up and Johnny Down. My own father had a very common name, John MacDonald. He and his siblings were always distinguished by their paternal lineage. So everyone knew him as Johnny Billy (because his father’s name was William). His brothers were Charlie Billy, Malcolm Billy, etc. and his sisters were Catherine Billy, Dolena Billy and Mary Billy, They had other Christian middle names, but these were largely ignored. My mother was called Ida Johnny Billy to distinguish her from Ida Malcolm Billy (both brothers had married women named Ida). My siblings and I are also known by the old folks by this lineage “Are you Johnny Billy’s daughter?” My brother Donald MacDonald is known as Donald Johnny Billy. I try to explain this to my children that they would be distinguished this way in Cape Breton. “Oh, so you’re Nicole Debby-Johnny-Billy!!” 
MacMillan, Neil (I00473)
 
8 George's birth too soon after Flora's MacKenzie, George (I00524)
 
9 John drowned in the West Indies. Dauphinee, John Albert (I00032)
 
10 John's birth is in doubt; too close after Catherine's birth. MacMillan, John Alexander (I00537)
 
11 Jordan was from Port Mouton, Queens Co., N.S. Cook, Jordan Sanford (I00303)
 
12 Joshua was accidentally shot and killed by his brother Gordon who was target practicing MacMillan, Kenneth Joshua (aka Joshua) (I00483)
 
13 Kenneth was a veteran of the Second World War having joined the R.C.N. as a Boy Seaman in 1937. He retired as Chief Petty Officer in 1955. Ken had a long career in the life insurance industry, first with Confederation Life and then with Zurich Life. He later changed professions and joined H.R.D.C (Canada Manpower), retiring from the Spryfield office 1n 1984. He had a lengthy battle with Parkinson's disease and spent the last 10 years as a resident of the Veterans Memorial Building, QEH, Halifax. MacMillan, Kenneth Arthur Daniel (I00404)
 
14 Lewis was guiding a deer hunter from the US and the hunter mistakenly shot and killed him in Malagawatch. MacMillan, Angus Lewis (aka Lewis) (I00484)
 
15 Malcolm was a veteran of the Second World War, serving as a navigator in the RCAF. He worked for 36 years with the Nova Scotia Power Commision in Port Hawkesbury and Halifax and retired in 1986 MacMillan, Malcolm Graham Peter (I00406)
 
16 At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld. Hiltz, Margaret (I00257)
 
17 Moved to Lunenburg Dauphinee, Abigail (I00012)
 
18 Peter was born Oct 4th or 8th of 1892 or 93.
In the First Great War he was in the 85th Highlanders and later transfered to the Railway Battlion. He got shrapnel in his Knee and head and mustard gas in his lungs. As a result he had an enlarged heart and a kidney removed. 
MacMillan, Peter J. (I00395)
 
19 Retired from Royal Bank of Canada (1947-1986). Beals, Donald William (I00412)
 
20 At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld. MacMillan, Peter Norman (I00503)
 
21 Stanley drowned in St. Margarets Bay. Dauphinee, Morton "Stanley" (I00039)
 
22 At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld. Rafuse, Violet Elizabeth (I00123)
 
23 [c/o Debby Bow] Big Norman lived in a ramshackle home in Marble Mountain with no modern conveniences such as telephone or motor car. I remember my father [Robert William MacMillan, Big Norman's half-brother] would sometime pick him up as he walked to and from the General Store in Marble Mountain and give him a ride home, and sometimes slip him some cash MacMillan, Norman (Big Norman) (I00472)
 
24 [Daughter Debby writes] My Dad was a farmer / fisherman / lumberman / construction foreman; in other words he did whatever was needed to put food on the table. My mother used to get up and milk the cows, separate the milk, make the butter and then bake the biscuits in a wood stove nearly every morning. We picked oysters, fished cod, and herring, and my brothers hunted whitetail deer, ducks and partridge to fill the freezer for the winter. Every summer we had a huge vegetable garden from which we would make lots of pickles, and another huge potato garden which would be harvested and stored in the cellar. We picked wild strawberries, raspberries, cranberries and blueberries to make jam, and had a large apple orchard for apple sauce and apples. The old homestead, built in 1867 burned down a few years ago, but it was home to at least 4 generations in its time. MacDonald, John Neil (I00561)
 
25 [Granddaughter Debby writes] My grandfather Robert enlisted in WWI and was sent to England. He fought in France, and I believe he was injured at Vimy Ridge. Meanwhile he had somehow met my grandmother in Kent, and apparently she was pregnant with Norman when they married. After the war, Robert was sent home with his regiment (Nova Scotia Highlanders) and Hilda made the cross Atlantic trip, while pregnant with Percy, and caring for a toddler. Grandma told me she was seasick from the time they left England until she finally arrived many days later in Montreal. She then had to take a train to Nova Scotia - another 2 days ride. ... She became the person people relied on when there was an infirm relative, or if they in need of a midwife. Besides raising her own large family, tending to the farm and gardens, she was often called upon to provide care to dying neighbors, bedridden and bed-sored, sometimes in terribly unsanitary conditions. She must have had a very strong disposition to say the least. When my mom was young they lived in a house ‘below the road’ just outside the village of Marble Mountain. At some point in the 1930s they moved to a larger farmhouse high on the mountain owned then and now by the McAskill family. At the McAskill farm the family had cleared land, a nearby stream for fresh water, and an incredible view of the Bras d’Or Lake with it’s glittering waters and many islands, and the hillsides of Dundee on the opposite side of the water. The children attended a 1 room schoolhouse (now a tiny museum) way down the mountain and had to walk down in the morning, back up for lunch, then up and down again to complete the afternoon session each day. My Mom was the oldest sister so she remembered often carrying her younger siblings on her back for the arduous climb. The total distance must be close to a mile. No wonder she had gorgeous legs.

Marble Mountain was a bustling community in the early 20th century. Marble, limestone and dolomite were being actively mined in the quarry and for a time the community supported at its peak 750 miners. Robert found work at the mine, although I’m not sure exactly doing what. He was a horse lover, and may have worked with the ponies that labored there. He also had picked up some foreign language skills while away in Europe and was sometimes asked to act as interpreter for recent immigrants who came to work there. At some point after my parents married in 1945, Robert, Hilda and their bachelor son Percy moved to a farmhouse about 1/8 mile from where my parents lived, on Big Harbour Island Road in the rural community of Malagawatch. They all lived there until they died, although my Grandmother would spend weeks or months each winter with various relatives in her elderly years.

Robert passed when I was 2 years old so I have no recollection of him. Grandma was an old lady, had limited mobility and needed help around the house. Percy took care of bringing in the coal and the firewood, cutting the grass, catching fish and even did the once-weekly grocery run into Part Hawkesbury (about 40 miles away). My sister Nancy and I were often Grandma’s helpers. We visited nearly every day and usually spent Saturday mornings doing housecleaning - sweeping, dusting, cleaning windows and sometimes a little baking. Granma’s feet were terribly deformed - huge bunions and twisted toes from years of ill-fitting shoes and arthritis. In her later years she could not wear shoes, only slippers. We would soak her feet, clean them and give her pedicures, and tend to any corns or blisters. This became a twice weekly ritual for me when I was a teenager. She paid me a few dollars each week but I’d have done it for free, just to spend time with her and hear her stories. She was partly blind from cataracts and nearly deaf, but she was sharp. She never missed a birthday of a child, grandchild or great-grandchild - they always got a card and small monetary gift. She kept up correspondence with 2 nieces in England and a nephew in South Africa for years. When she could no longer see to write, I would transcribe her letters for her. Once or twice a month we would sit at the dining room table and I’d address all the birthday and anniversary cards that needed to be mailed. When she became very ill and confused, Mom moved her in with us for a period of time, until she was sent to hospital for her final days. She lived a very meager existence - a few pieces of furniture, no indoor plumbing until the mid-1970s, some very old and worn English bone china, and stainless steel spoons worn down by years of meal preparation. She lived on her Old Age Pension from the Canadian government, which was probably not more than a couple hundred dollars a month. The house was often cold in the winter and there were few screens to keep the flies out in the heat of the summer. She spent long hours sitting by the window reading romance novels, or hoping a car would drive by, or in warm weather sitting on the front porch and watching any activity on the lake and dirt road. I remember one summer a brazen chipmunk climbed up on her lap begging for a treat and this became her highlight of each day - she’d have her tea and cookies on the porch and share a little nibble with her woodland friend. She’d listen to the radio, and later the TV. She stayed informed about current events and had lots of opinions on politics. Every afternoon she had nap, and afterwards a shot of whiskey, but I never saw her drink more than one. 
MacMillan, Robert William (I00433)