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That would be suprising. From what I can tell, there was no football factory in Guelph, ON in 1921. Always possible, I guess.

Hello,

I was wondering if anyone would be able to help me decipher my grandmother's occupation in the 1921 census? She never had a "profession" as such and she was working just up to before she got married that year. You can see below she is the yellow highlighted person. The census transcriber had her occupation as "Fortball Cl??"  I think it's "food hall" something. Under "nature of work", pastry something? (I don't expect to ever figure that one out). I'd appreciate it if anyone wanted to give it a try.

Now Rosana.

It took me a while to figure out she was in the convent of the Sisters of the Good Shepherd (Sœurs de Notre-Dame de Charité du Bon-Pasteur). The convent was situated on rue Sherbrooke but was relinquished some time back. I contacted the remaining sisters, and the very kindly gave me the following information.

The day before our archives where moved to a storage facility, with the information you gave us about your great-great-grandmother, I looked up her name and surprisingly I found Rose Ann Lovely in the old registers.
From what I understand she was at the Monastère de Notre-Dame de Charité du Bon-Pasteur (104 Sherbrooke street E) from 1886 to 1896. According to the registers, she entered the convent at 24 years old on January 7th 1886 as a penitient, and passed away on April 25th or 27th, 1896 as a nun.

She is registered as Cécilia : Rose Ann Lovely, and on one of the registers it says, Cécilia des 7 Douleurs, consacrée, that would leed us to think she had decided to become a nun at some point. In an other register, I think I can read in one of the columns, Entrées volontairement 19 nov. 1888. That could mean that she then became a novice and entered the other section of the convent to start her religious studies.

In the death registry it's written, maladie : consomption, which meant in those days, great weakness or tuberculosis, that could explain her death at a young age.

I hope these documents will add information to your family history, even though we might never really know why she ended up in our Monastary at 24 years old. I'm sure that during the nine years she was there, she was well taken care of and I hope that she found, within those walls, some peace of mind and security.

Attached you will find copies of, class registers, death registers and some photos of the monastary in those days. Sorry for the poor quality of the documents, I made quick photocopies before the move to make sure you had the information.

Thank you for caring for a distant relative.

I believe that Rosan arrived in Montréal between 1881 and 1886. The sisters were in charge of the rehabilitation of transgressive women, so she probably got into some trouble with the law. It seems she was reformed, however, and converted and started on a holy life. I guess not many people can claim an (almost) nun as a great-grandmother.

I like to think she is in this photo somewhere. The timeline is right.

Hello, OP here.

I have been working on Bertha and Rosana's story for a few years now, and I am a little closer to solving the mysteries. I took a genealogy trip to Ontario and Québec this summer, and this is what I've come up with.

Bertha Mae Levely Lattimer Quibell Pearson Brondi is buried in Mount Hope cemetery in Brantford, ON, or at least somebody called Mary Brondi is. It seems she died in an accident in 1928 in a car driven by Frank. This information was given to me by John Cardiff of Norfolk Genealogy. www.nornet.on.ca/~jcardiff

However, this doesn't clear up the mystery of my father's remembrances of Bertha in Brantford, nor the fact that she shows up in the Voters' Lists up until the 1950s. My father was born five years after Bertha died.

Frank later lived with a woman named Hattie Reid who left her husband to be with him. I think perhaps this woman assumed Bertha's identity, or something to that effect.


I visited the Mount Hope Cemetery and found Bertha's unmarked grave (and Frank and Hattie's very nice headstone) and  I wasn't allowed to leave flowers (no maintenance fees were ever paid, dontcha know), so I deconstructed the roses I brought and sprinkled the petals.

Here ends Bertha's story.