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Jane (Jennie) Barter Allen-Kellerman Born in Avondale NB, 24 June 1892 Jennie (as she was christened) was the first child of Samuel Gilbert Barter (1871-1963) and Laura BB MacLean (1870-1897). By 1907, at the age of 15, she was boarding with Lottie and Wood Kyle in Woodstock NB and attended the Woodstock School of Music. Sometime after that she taught piano and also played for silent movies (likely in a nickelodeon) at Fort Fairfield, Maine, about 50 miles north of Hartland. Jane married William Lewis Allen on 1 October 1913. Will, who was 36 at the time he was married, had worked as a school teacher and as an accountant for the CNR (from 1902) in Moncton. Margaret (Peggy) was born on 15 June the following year. Will had another daughter by a previous marriage, Thelma Louise, who died in Ste Agathe, Quebec in 1926 (likely of tuberculosis). Much to Jane's horror, she eventually discovered that her husband was an alcoholic and she left him (likely in 1915). The divorce took quite a long time and turned out to be fairly unpleasant. Little Peggy was sent to live with her grandparents in Avondale and Jane sought work. This type of arrangement was not at all unusual at the time. She was living in Halifax in December 1917 and one of her favourite stories had to do with walking across the Commons when she heard the thunder of the Great Halifax Explosion. (Interestingly, she died on the anniversary of that catastrophe.) ![]() 1923 saw her travelling in Europe with a good friend, Helen Plaxton who was from a wealthy Toronto family. (Helen came to live at Avondale with Jane in the early 1960s but decided that country life wasn't for her; she moved back to Toronto where she died in 1963.) Jane kept many souvenirs of her time overseas including several photos of handsome young men for whom she clearly had fond memories. She also saved some remarkable 1920s evening clothes in a trunk at Avondale: an exquisite black jet beaded gown and a luxurious yellow silk velvet opera cape which were not at all typical of New Brunswick fashion of the time. She cut quite a figure as one can see by the photo above. Jane worked as a travelling sales representative for LePage's Glue out of Gloucester Massachusetts from 1924 until 1953 -- a remarkable undertaking for a woman of that era. She became somewhat famous early in her career for using a bicycle to get around her sales territory and kept dozens of clippings of stories that had run in all kinds of newspapers, from the Washington Post to the Bangor Daily News. The Hartford (Connecticut) Courant of 11
April 1937 printed a photo and story about her on the first page of their
features section. Under the headline Traveling 5000 Miles a Year By
Bike, Blithe Saleswoman Is 'Always Hungry', the article pointed
out that the "attractive, brown-haired widow has 'been on the road' for
the past 14 years... Six years ago, when her daughter was ready for higher
and more expensive education, Mrs Allen decided she could save more money
if she rode a bicycle... In those six years she has put her daughter, now
22 years old, through college and has worn out four bicycles... Mrs Allen
ships her suitcase ahead from city to city, staying at hotels in places
where she has several days of calls to make." Jane commented that all that biking stirred up a
good appetite. One of my own favourite memories of my grandmother was a time in the mid-1970s when I drove down to Avondale in my first car -- a spiffy two-seater Triumph TR6. At that time, Florence was living at The Maples as well. We three would pile into the little convertible sports car, Florence in the little space behind the front seats, and tear around the countryside, top down. Florence loved it and so did my grandmother. Another time while visiting in the early 1970s, I got up earlier than expected and surprised my grandmother in the summer kitchen. She shooed me away explaining that she wasn't yet presentable as she hadn't finished putting on her make-up. At that time, she was in her 80s and still a good-looking woman. (I hope she's reading this.) Then in the late 1970s, I got a phone call at my office on Christmas Eve. It was my grandmother calling from the Ottawa bus station. She had travelled from Woodstock and was here for Christmas. I was delighted and when I arrived to pick her up, she looked quite glamourous in a black fur coat and a wide-brimmed black felt hat. I got her a room in a downtown hotel and she immediately headed for the bathroom telling me that she hadn't "gone" since she had left Avondale the day before. As an experienced traveller, she avoided public restrooms and explained that she would not drink anything for 24 hours before embarking on a journey.Jane died at home in her own bed in December 1983 after a short illness. She caught a cold about two weeks before her death and almost seemed to will herself to die. And she died the way she wanted: cared for by people she knew (I was living in Woodstock at the time as well) and still in her father's house. Hear Jane reminisce about her childhood in Avondale: from the 1972 CBC Radio program, This Country in the Morning. (Note: this is a very large file [4600 KB] which could take a while to download! Right now I can only share it with other registered Yahoo users -- if you have a Yahoo ID, email it to me and I'll add you to the access list. Sorry but there's nowhere else I can store such a large file!)
My mother was very attached to her New Brunswick family and as a child we travelled every summer to the Maritimes, often in a second-hand Studebaker. Good-looking cars (my mother had a fine eye for design) but unreliable. The car trip was endless for a youngster and visiting relatives was just plain boring. We would stay with Aunt Betty who owned a general store in Lakeville NB, visit Granny and Grampy Barter at The Maples (Jane was rarely around), touch base with all of Sam's surviving brothers in Hartland, try to catch up with Aunt Tre who lived in Grand Lake Stream ME, visit Susie and her family in Woodstock, stop to see Florence and Reg in their rather spookey (as I recall) house in Hartland and always visit Uncle Charlie (my godfather after whom I was named) and Aunt Muriel (Morehouse) in Truro NS. Because she grew up with them, my mother's aunts and uncles were more like siblings to her.
Following a
stroke in 1990, which paralyzed the right side of her body and affected
her speech, she lived at St Vincent's Hospital (in Ottawa) which she
didn't particularly enjoy although she kept her spirits up mostly and was
affectionately known to almost all the staff and patients. Peggy was a
fun-loving, gregarious person who made friends easily.
![]() He never talked too much about his family, so my information is sketchy. However, his father's name was James Ernest Reynolds (b 1862, London, England [although his family originated in Norfold, Yarmouth County]; d 1917 "Battle of the Somme") and his mother was Jane Marie Plummer (b 1870, London, England; d 1916 "in childbirth"). After the deaths of his parents, he was a student at Bisley School (also known as The Farm School) in Woking, Surrey from December 1918 to April 1923. The Headmaster's note on his leaving certificate stated that, at 15 yeards old, "Edward is a bright willing boy, and of attractive personality. He will need to determine strongly upon a firm, straight line of conduct, and be less romantic in thought." Once in Canada, Ted went to high school in London, joined the Armed Forces in 1928 and was with the RCAF in Kent, England in 1932. After a year at McGill University in Montreal (1935-36), he eventually saw service overseas in the Canadian Army (European Theatre, 1940-1947), finally reaching the rank of Major in 1951 while posted to Korea. He was with the Canadian Consulate in Seattle, WA from 1952 to 1954. Following retirement from the Forces in 1954, he moved to Long Beach, CA, where he met his second wife, Margaret Beatrice Flaugher (b1918). They were divorced in 1961 and he moved to Miami, Florida. While living there, he was adopted by Baron Lewis Augustus von Neurath (1889-1968), a displaced son of a prominent German family. Following the Baron's death, my father proudly assumed the title. Holder of the Distinguished Service medal, Ted is buried in the Clinton Cemetery. ![]() |