Monday, January 30, 2012

Leeson - Albert Edward

When Arthur Frank Vanek and Mona Inez Leeson wed on August 31, 1949 they linked the following family trees, [Maternal ~ Muench and Leeson] [Paternal ~ Vanek and Gremaux].

Albert Edward Leeson
Paternal grandparents, John Thomas Leeson and wife Rebecca (Eborall) Leeson of Sheffield, England. These grandparents never came to the United States. Possibly small farmer or dairymen. Rebecca Eberall, born June 11, 1854, married John Thomas Leeson at Walsgrave On Sowe, Warawick, England.

Robert Murison and Elizabeth (Mackie) Murison, of Edinburgh, Scotland. Emmigrated to the United States. Murison family were mostly sea-faring people, until members emmigrated to the United States, and homesteaded in the Palouse country in Washington state.

Parents: Alfred Leeson and Elizabeth (Murison) Leeson
Alice Leeson, sister
Ethel Leeson, sister
Albert Edward Leeson, born October 3, 1897, at W. 458 Williams Street, Porchester, New York.

Albert Edward Leeson married Gertrude Law, of St. Maries, Idaho. They had one son, Frank, born in 1922. Albert 'Al' and Gertrude 'Gerty' separated and divorced, with custody of their son going to Al. When he was about 2-3 years old, Frank was left with his grandmother, Elizabeth Murison Leeson Roberts, who would raise him until her death.



Al met and began dating 
Ottillie "Tillie" Muench after she moved from Canada to join her family,  Emil and Rosalia and children, who had moved to Chester, Washington in 1928.
Albert Edward Leeson and Ottillie Muench were married on November 23, 1929, at Chester, Washington. They had three children, all born at home in Spokane, Washington.


Their children:
Chester Floyd Leeson, born October 19, 1931, Mona Inez Leeson, born November 26, 1932, and Carol Elizabeth, born February 11, 1936.

Recollections, as Al told them to his wife, Tillie in 1962.
Tom Whitlim lived in Elizabeth (Beth) Murrison Leeson's boarding house on Montgomery Street. In 1905 Tom Whitlim went back east and brought the first acetylene torch to Spokane, Washington, which he installed in the Sheet Metal Works that fronted on Indiana Avenue, just west of Division Street. Beths' young son, Albert was eight years old and a student at Garfield Elementary School. Al became fascinated, watching Whitlim work with his torch.

Al remembered when the Union Irons Works, the Muzzen Mill and the Washington Mill were all on fire at the same time and the powder magazine in the Union Iron Works, about 1905-06.

Then Tom moved to South Howard Street, between First and Second Avenues. That's where Al went to school for four years to learn Acetylene welding. He was about twelve years old when he started to learn, after school and Saturdays and a lot of days when he didn't go to school. When he was about fifteen he quit Tom's shop as he didn't think there was any future in welding.

He took a job delivering groceries from a store located on about the 2100 block on Broadway Avenue driving a one-horse cart during vacation time. They were living just off Ash, and he walked to work. His next job was with Murgatroys Drug Store, corner of Post and Wall, riding his bicycle to deliver orders for two years. Later he bought a motorcycle. By this time he'd thrown an inkwell at a teacher, jumped through the window and quit school. Next, Al worked for Postal Telegraph for several weeks, then for Western Union Telegraph for about a month. He was working for Carr's Mercantile when he quit and left for Missoula, Montana, going via the 4th of July Canyon.

Al started out on his motorcycle, sold it near St. Regis for $150. At that time there were only rough wagon roads. In St. Regis he hopped a freight and went to Missoula riding in a boxcar on the railroad. He found no work in Missoula, so went on to Butte, Montana.

In 1917, Al went to work at Cosmopolis, Washington, running a gravel train, narrow gauge rails, pulling fourteen and a quarter yard cars, side dump, putting in fill between South Aberdeen and Cosmopolis, building a highway. It was swamp with a plank road. They took the planking and built a trestle, dumping the dirt on either side of the trestle until it came even with the top, then shifting the planks and track over to bring in more dirt to widen the road.

Al's first recollections after that was of Lincoln, Nebraska. There he heard about Tom King, a cattle and horse ranger needing hands, so he went to work there as a hay hand and worked for King all summer. Al registered for the draft before he was 21, in Angora, Nebraska, a place smaller than 100 people.

From there, Al went to New Castle, Wyoming and went out on a ranch as cow puncher on the Brock Ranch for a month, came back to New Castle, stayed there about four days. The last day they signed the Armistice of World War I. Al was 21 years old that October 3rd.From New Castle, he went to work for Olson on a wheat ranch, hauling grain with six horse teams with a wagon that hauled 150 sack loads, 150 pounds to a sack, 60 pounds to the bushel, 1410 bushes, 9000 pounds. They drove in long wagon trains of farmers hauling grain to town, fifty miles away, with the wagon team in Brickings, and used rough locks on the back wheels, with soles from old shoes making the contact on the wheel. Worked for Olson half of the winter.

From there, in the same vicinity, Al went to work on another ranch, feeding cattle the rest of the winter, but quit when he couldn't see cattle go loco because of insufficient feed.

Al also worked in Mexico, plowing for a contractor and spoke of having worked in Colexico, also.

Al Bitrick ran the Marvel Welding School with the only electric welder in Spokane at that time. He started the school sometime in 1920. Al started to work there, learning electric welding. He worked there parts of two years.

When he was married to Gertrude, Al was a logging truck driver in the St. Maries, Idaho area, and when highway from Hope, Idaho to Clark's Fork, Idaho was built, he worked on the road construction around the Denton curves. He played his banjo-ukelele at dances at Heron, Montana.

Other jobs Al held included working for the forest service, packing food to men on fire lines; working for Jewel Freeze, several times. The last time was after his son, Chester, was born in 1931. He did gravel plant worked on road construction jobs for Paul Cunningham after he married Tillie Muench. He worked for T. T. McGee, clearing land in 1959, operating caterpillar in the Lolo National Forest in Montana, clearing logs for a month.###

(Biography of Al Leeson, written by Mona Leeson Vanek in 1976.)
Albert Edward Leeson: As I know it and as he related parts of his life to me one snowy winter night in January, 1954. He'd been to the funeral of his brother-in-law, Richard Muench, in Spokane, Washington and was driving through a frightful snowstorm to get back to his ranch on Bull River, to care for his cattle and animals.

Albert Edward Leeson was born in Albany, New York, October 3, 1897. At the age of ten, his father died, I guess while they were on the homestead near Stratford, Washington. After that time his mother supported her family of two girls, Ethel and Alice, and one son, Albert, by operating a boardinghouse and doing catering services in Spokane, WA. She was a member of the Luther church and attended St. Johns Cathedral in Spokane.

At the age of fourteen, Abert got into a fracas at school. He said he was in the third grade, and he threw an inkwell at the schoolmaster and then he and another lad jumped through a window and ran away from home. They lived in railroad hobo camps, learning all manner of survival and morals and gradually worked their way south. They spent some time ion ranches in Mexico and then Albert worked his way to Spokane. They often rode the rails and frequented the dance halls and poolrooms.

He married Gertrude 'Gerty', and had a son, Frank Edward Leeson. Al logged and did construction work around St. Maries, Idaho, and made some money by painting designs and creations on lady's legs when that was in vogue. He also was a very good swimmer.

He and Gertrude divorced and he received custody of Frank who he left in the care of his mother until she was killed while she and Frank were crossing a street in Spokane and were struck by a car when Frank was eight years old.

For a time, Al worked on road construction on the Denton curves near Hope, Idaho and often went to the town of Heron, Montana where he played banjo ukulele with the bands there.

Al married Ottillie Muench in 1929. They were both working at a lumber company in Spokane. He had been dating Tillie's sister, Vanda, when Vanda stood him up and Tillie took her place for the date. They were married on Emil Muench's farm at Chester, Washington, south of Spokane.

Al and Tillie moved to Klamath Falls, Oregon and logged there. Also they moved to Helena, Montana and then back to Spokane. His hearing was severely damaged in a logging mishap when the truck he was driving was let down the mountain by the "donkey engine" too fast. (Mom always said he'd been in a fist fight in a bar with the donkey engine operator earlier and the guy was getting even.)

In 1931 they bought a small house and acreage in Morgan Acres, just outside of Spokane city limits on the north side. There they had a cow, chickens, pigs and always grew large gardens. The house had two bedrooms, a living-dining room and a kitchen. There was an outhouse as well as a garage. A root cellar under the house was entered through an outside cellar door and stairway.

Al and Tillie had three children, Chester Floyd (October 19, 1931), Mona Inez (November 26, 1932) and Carol Elizabeth (February 11, 1936.).

Al and Tillie with Chester, Mona and Frank, about 1935.
At sometime while Al was a youngster, a man who boarded in his mother's boarding house was learning to be a welder, and Al learned from him. Then on Morgan Acres, when the depression hit, Al began doing a few welding jobs in his barn\garage. It seemed like a good occupation and he was very good at that, and blacksmithing, which he'd learned on his travels. So Al bought a lot in Spokane at 1502 E. Trent and built the Spokane Blacksmith and Welding Shop in 1939.

For many months he walked the mile from his house on Morgan Acres to the nearest bus stop and took the bus to the shop and back each day. In the fall of 1939 he sold his home on Smith Street in Morgan Acres and moved to Spokane, near the shop, renting a house on Lee street. Later he built a small two-room cabin a block from the shop at 1503 Front Street. The shop was burglarized so many times that he finally installed a burglar system and hooked it up through the alley so a large gong hung above his bed. When it sounded he would grab his rifle and run through the alley to the shop. After a couple of tries he finally caught the burglars inside the shop and got the police. One robber committed suicide in jail while awaiting trial.

These were hard years. Tillie helped in the shop by minding the telephone and doing the books so Al could be free to take outside or "portable" jobs. He bought a couple of trucks and welders and had a large forge and bought a good metal lathe. His blacksmith tools were extensive and Al crated some of them. The large bin of metal shavings provided bicycles for Chet and Mona. Each were given a magnet and by picking out the iron shavings to leave only clean brass shavings that could be sold, enough money was earned to buy the bicycles.

During slack periods Al began making tiny anvils from brass for his friends. They were very popular and could have been sold but he only made them for a few friends. Winter time brought lots of pipe-thawing jobs and he was on call twenty-four hours a day, putting in long, long hours, seven days a week.

During the World War II era, business picked up and Al spent a lot of time welding at Farragut Naval Station near Bayview, Idaho. He tried to get into the navy but was turned down, party because of his age and his poor hearing and partly because of his occupation. It was considered too vital. He held an A-1 gas ration card, the best priority you could have.

Around 1942 they bought a large 12-room home on Baldwin and bought a Packard car. The first car they'd owned for many years (since before leaving Morgan Acres.) This made trips to the lakes possible and during summers every available weekend was spent at a lake.

Al holds Carol on his knee and Chester and Mona stand beside him, ca., 1942.

Al taught his children swimming, ice-skating, and roller-skating, and laid a hardwood floor in the basement of their house on Baldwin, so they could roller-skate as soon as they had skates with the then new fiber wheels.

When beer floats were invented, about 1940, he thought they were made of beer and ice cream, not root beer and ice cream. He always made his with beer and ice cream. On summer Sundays he often bought three quarts of ice cream and the family would eat it all. Their dog, Trixie, loved licking the pasteboard cartons! Al was an avid fisherman and fished often at Sasheen Lake for bass. with his 'cronies', as Mom always called his friends. They brought home washtubs full of bass. He taught Chet and Mona how to row a boat and fish, too.

In 1945, because Al had gotten into such a terrible drinking habit and was ruining his health and his business, he and Mom decided to sell the business and retire to a ranch. Many ranches and farms were looked at, with Mom interested in wheat farms mostly, but the one that stole Al's heart was in the Bull River valley near Noxon, Montana. It had the Bull River running through the heart of it and dolly varden char could be speared by the washtub full (illegal spearing) and deer roamed all over the property.

It was a spectacular mountain setting. So Al took an option on the 160 acre ranch, bought a herd of cattle and spent the summer working on the ranch for the lady who had it leased. November 1, 1945 the family moved there. The next morning the snow was a foot deep and kept falling steadily. The winter brought five feet of snow and a whole new way of living. The cattle were sold at a good profit as there wasn't enough hay to winter them.

Haying and herding cattle to range, cutting wood for the stoves and ice blocks from Bull Lake for the ice box, logging, fishing, hunting, and battling the elements was the mode of living for the next several years. There was no electricity or running water on the ranch so life was rather primitive as Mona, Chester and Carol grew up.

The road through the valley was dirt, so it was alternately foot deep dust or axle deep mud. Al bought the first John-Deere Lindeman crawler tractor to the valley and it replaced the team of horse used for pulling people through the mud holes. Many travelers spent the night and enjoyed the wonderful hospitality at the Leeson's and many became good friends.

Al built a new hay shed on the island in the meadow, plowed and seeded the meadows with the help of Chet and a hired hand, and introduced Canary grass in the bogs. He brought the first automated hay bailer to the country and contracted hay baling on other people's ranches as far away as Trout Creek. His cattle were white-faced polled Herefords.

Lacking electricity, he welded together two ten-gallon Coca Cola cans and put a copper coil in the kitchen wood range so that they had hot water. But this also meant filling the cans with water pumped from the well at the back door and carried, pail-by-pail full. It also meant keeping fire through the night in the long winters so that the copper coils would not freeze and burst. Al didn't get up to keep the fires! Tillie did!

Al did logging around the country and when the Cabinet Gorge Dam was being built in Idaho he worked there as a welder. After that job was finished, he and his son, Chet, contracted several miles of land clearing for the construction of the Noxon Rapids Dam. When he was doing this he became interested in the pulling of railroad spikes necessary for the relocation of the railroad. While he did his evening visit to the outdoor john, Al dreamed up the idea of a pneumatic air powered spike puller. He whittled the parts from wood and then built it and applied for a patent. After the patent was granted he and Chet refined the machine and made it all push-button automatic, but Al died before he could complete a deal to have it manufactured and Chet dismantled the machine, and no others were made.

In 1958 Al began construction of a house on the Highway 10A in Montana, five miles west of Noxon, and decided to sell the ranch. About then, or 1960, he ran for country commissioner of Sanders County, Montana but was defeated in the election.

The ranch sold in the fall of 1959 and he and Tillie moved to the new house, though it wasn't completed.

In mid-August, 1952, Leeson had been in an automobile accident with a fellow named Whittie. Leeson had survived, Whittie had not. The pair of them had met in Marion's Tavern in Noxon, got to drinking, and started for Clark Fork, Idaho in Whittie's car. They'd stopped on the way at The Hereford Tavern, which was owned by C.R.'s son. Buster. The partying pair each downed more drinks before they drove off, with Whittie behind the wheel of his car, to continue on their way. Leeson's car was in Noxon, where he stayed on weekdays while working on a logging job for Strawberry. About midnight, Leeson was found alongside the highway about a mile east of Clark Fork, soaking wet and in shock. He told rescuers that Whittie had suddenly veered into the river, the car had sunk and although he tried, he'd been unable to get Whittie out. Leeson had barely swum out of the swift current, reached shore and collapsed.

About 1962 or 1963 Chet decided he wanted to buy back the Spokane Blacksmith and Welding Shop that Al had built in 1939. So Al financed him and moved into Spokane to help Chet learn the trade and get started. Before long they went into automatic welding, which was a new field, in its infancy. This meant having trucks and men on the road as all the jobs were on location, mainly building up caterpillar track pads and rails. It was a fast growing business and Al became the salesman for the shop, spending much of his time on the road between Spokane and Portland, Oregon.

He lived in an apartment, in Spokane close to the shop, while Tillie preferred to stay in Montana. On night while he was walking home from the shop three toughs jumped him and beat him unconscious and robbed him. They didn't get much money but Al got a badly broken nose and jaw and had to have it wired.

He bought a small house in Spokane near the shop that he thought would have a good commercial resale value in a few years as the area was changing from residential to commercial. He and Tillie moved there and closed their house in Montana.

In March of 1964, after returning from a business trip in Oregon, Al entertained friends that evening by playing his beloved "bones" to the Lawrence Welk program on TV. Upon retiring for the night he suffered a heart attack. He spent four days in the hospital and then got mad and walked out and went home. The doctor called Chet to say he could not survive until he even got home. However, Al lived and spent the next month in bed at home. But since he'd walked out against the doctor's orders they dropped his case and on April 4, 1964 he died of his heart getting out of rhythm.

Al lived a very unconventional life. His morals were not those approved of by the civilization of his time and he often had other sex partners than his wife. His religious beliefs were strong, but he despised all churches and called all preachers leeches, and yet he had an abiding faith in God. He loved all things new and tried many new inventions. He loved all outdoor sports and playing. He was contrary and hard to live with, loving and extremely kind to any underprivileged, wrongly accused or underdog. Yet he had strong prejudices. He hated all "spiks" (as he called Italians) and Mexicans. He distrusted "roundheads" (as he termed all Swedes and Norwegians) and never trusted a man with small feet, declaring that he was no good.

Al was warm-hearted and outgoing, and yet he mistrusted most people. He could be very hard and unbending and yet he taught his children to be tolerant and kind. He wasn't above breaking the law where drinking and driving was concerned.

Life was never dull when Al was around and we loved him dearly, though we often fought vocally with him. Those of us who knew and loved him were blessed.

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SMITHY© May, 2003, by Mona Leeson Vanek

Smithy! He walked with big strides onto any job he took and left when he didn't like it -- the most independent man in town -- the blacksmith.

"They were the hardest workers in town. Most were hard-drinking men with fun in them, and enormous pride", so said Albert E. Leeson in 1962, last of Spokane's smithies, standing by his glowing forge at E. 1502 Trent.

Leeson lamented the passing of the smithies, once some 200 strong in Spokane. "Independent, quick tempered, exacting, and a pretty good bunch of fellows", he said.

Four forges were kept burning constantly in the old U.S. Blacksmith Shop where Leeson spent time learning the trade from Bill Faywell, well known throughout the area's logging camps during the 1920s. Al usually handled the heavy hammer while the senior blacksmith worked at the forge.

McGoldrick Lumber Company's logging horses were brought, eight or ten at a time, from the camps to U.S. Blacksmith Shop's big barn, to be shod. Four smiths stood at the shop's four forges heating iron to red-hot, and then hammering it into horseshoes. The helpers who shod the draft horses were often kicked or sat on.

As blacksmith for various logging outfits, Leeson worked at Santa, Idaho, Bovill, Idaho and Fernwood, Idaho, before going to McGoldricks. A camp smithy took care of the teams used to skid logs, and did all the iron work on the big wooden sleighs on which lumber was loaded. Smithies made all sorts of tools necessary to logging operations. Leeson became an artist with a hot forge, a chunk of iron, an anvil, and a blacksmith hammer.

Welding was evolving as a new innovation when Leeson was a young lad. He'd learned the rudiments of it from men who boarded in the rooming house his mother supported her family with. After the depression began abating he bought a welder in the mid-1930s and took to welding like a fish to water. He installed it in a barn at the Leeson's home on Morgan Acres, and took on any type of welding job that came his way. In 1939, carefully choosing a location near the outskirts of the business community where he knew most farmers traveled when they were in town, he began building his Spokane Blacksmith & Welding Shop, at 1502 E. Trent Avenue.

Day after day he walked half a mile from the family home on Morgan Acres, caught a bus into Spokane, and worked from daylight to dark to erect his concrete block building. Some Saturdays, his wife, Tillie, and their three small children, rode the bus into town, bringing lunch and spending the day with him as he worked under the hot sun.

The prosperous years of World War II followed on the heels of the desperately hard years, when thawing frozen water pipes during icy winters was often the only money he had to buy coal for his forge and put food on the table, until spring brought farm machinery to repair.

Al Leeson ~~ Smithy Extraordinary
Smithies and welders were rated A-1 citizens -- necessary to the well being of America. By 1942, Leeson's reputation for excellence in workmanship and in judgment put him working around-the-clock hours at the nearby naval station at Farragut, Idaho. Well-drilling and base-construction required welding skills. Leeson was recalled to the naval base intermittently until the base was completed. Everyday that her husband was at the naval base, Tillie went to the shop and took orders for jobs that awaited his infrequent returns home.

Their children grew up to the musical cadence of Leeson's hammer pinging on the anvil. Squeezing the bellows to fan the forge fire was reserved as a special treat for them, like answering the phone. They earned money for bicycles by using a large magnet to scour and separate the steel and brass shavings, caught in a big pan beneath Al's metal working lathe, and then selling the brass.

Local characters like Willie Wiley, who became infamous for breaking the law by appearing in public sans shirt or shoes, colored the environment within the confines of Leeson's shop, as did railroad-riding transients looking for work. Although Leeson was generous as well as hard-working, bums who were habitual drunks got scant sympathy and were abided there only during the bitterest winter weather.

Victory gardens, war bonds, fundraisers, and Armed Forces service men that Tillie brought home from Sunday church services, to spend a "family day" with his family, were all part of this smithy's full life."

After the end of WWII, Leeson retired, sold the Blacksmith and Welding Works, and moved to a remote 160-acre ranch nestled between northwestern Montana's spectacular mountains. Intending to enjoy great fishing and hunting, he left behind blacksmithing and welding. Inflation soon hit hard. In addition to raising cattle and hay, from 1945 to the late 1950's Leeson logged the abundant timber, and then bought a bailing machine and contracted haying jobs. Next he accepted road building and logging jobs that took him far from the ranch for weeks at a time.

Washington Water Power Company, preparatory to damming the Clark's Fork River at Noxon Rapids, began relocating the Northern Pacific railroad tracks 20 miles from Leeson's Bull River ranch. Leeson and his son, Chester, who'd returned from a stint in the Coast Guard, contracted the job. They met the challenge of track removal, and Leeson invented and patented a pneumatic air-powered spike puller to speed the job.

Leeson began building a house on Highway 200, nearer to Noxon, Montana in 1958, and discovered he'd met an unanticipated challenge. "I can build any damned thing with iron but working with lumber, that's another story," he told Tillie.

He hired a helper and when their ranch sold in 1959, Al and Tillie were able to move in, although the house wasn't finished.

In 1961, Chester bought the Spokane business his father started in 1939. Soon, Leeson returned to the city, and lent his expertise and help to his son. Tillie moved back to Spokane with him. Before Al's death in 1964, employment for smithies ended and automatic -feed welding evolved. Chester designed and mounted his own automatic-feed welders onto trucks, and continued to expand and advance welding capabilities to meet ever-changing demands.

Spokane's old time smithy era lives only in stories, photographs and memories of the ringing ping of hammer striking metal, bending it to the smithy's creation.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Murison [Murieson] - Robert and Descendants

When Arthur Frank Vanek and Mona Inez Leeson wed on August 31, 1949 they linked the following family trees, [Maternal ~ Muench and Leeson] [Paternal ~ Vanek and Gremaux].
William and James Murieson, twin sons of George Murieson were baptized in Whiteside, Scotland on November 4, 1744.

William married Mary McKay December 28, 1775 in Rathen parish, Scotland. Their son, John married Elspet Smith on April 25, 1816.

John was a Feurar, meaning he had a Scottish Land Grant. They had sons Robert (1818) and John, both born in Strichen, Scotland.

This much of Robert Murieson's history is known. Robert, as merchant shoemaker, married Isabella Faith and they had four children before Isabella died. Isabella Murison, Margaret Murison, Mary Murison and William Murison.

On January 11, 1858, at the Free Church of Scotland, Kinglasser, Fraserbutgh, Robert Murison, farmer of 4 acres, merchant and widower, age 40, of Smithyhill, Strichen, married Elizabeth, housekeeper, age 33, of Smithyhill, Strichen. An 1861 Birdsay census shows Elizabeth [nee Mackie] Murison (36) and Robert (43.)

At that time, Robert owned four acres of land at Slinghorn. The Birdsay census lists Robert and Isabella's four children, Isabella, age 13, born in Strichen 1848, Margaret, age 12, born in Strichen 1849, Mary, age 10, born in Strichen 1851, and William, age 8, born in Strichen 1853, plus two sons borne by Elizabeth, Robert Mackie Murison, age 2, born 1859, and James William Murison, age 1, born January 3, 1860 at Castle Street, Fraserburgh, Scotland.

The couple had more three more children later: George Mackie Murison, born September 17, 1861 at Caroline Place, Alexander George Cardno Murison, born October 31, 1863, and Elizabeth Mackie (Margaret) Murison, born July 14, 1867 at New Leeds, Scotland.

William Murison



George Mackie Murison
Alexander, the third Murison son of Robert and Elizabeth, immigrated to Australia where he eventually was ships master.

Tracing the family name back to 1744, it originally was spelled Murieson, then became Murrison, spelled with two "r"s, but with the generation pictured here, the three sons dropped one "r" from their family name, and spelled it Murison, while their sister, Elizabeth retained both "r"s, Murrison.

Capt. Robert Mackie Murison
Captain Robert Murison, born in 1859, was a seaman and was drowned at sea off the coast of Heuvla, Spain in 1898 at the age of 39. He had no known family.
Except for Robert and Alexander Murison, all of Robert and Elizabeth Murison's children emigrated to the United States of America.


In 1883, James Wm. came to New York, USA. He was 23. He worked in the general Repair Shop for 4 years. In 1889, when fire wiped out the town of Spokane, Washington, James took the opportunity, moved there and worked as a carpenter.

With the 'grub stake' he earned that summer, he moved to Waterville, Washington, and filed on a homestead. He named it 'Glen Brae Farm.'  His brother, George, took up an adjoining homestead before winter.

George Mackie Murison



Glen Brae Farm

James Murison farming Glen Brae Farm 1916


In 1885 their parents, Robert and Elizabeth Murison left Scotland and also immigrated to America.
Elizabeth Mackie Murison 1895
Their daughter, Elizabeth [nee Murrison] Leeson, who had also emigrated and was living in New York, met them.


Elizabeth Murison ca. 1884
From there, Robert and Elizabeth went by train and boat to New Jersey, and stayed there 4 days. They returned to New York and bought tickets, paying $140 each, to travel by North Pacific Railroad 140 miles to Montreal, Canada, and then 350 miles through North Eastern Canada by St. Paul Railroad, and then through the Rocky Mountains in the United States, to reach Coulee City, Washington. They arrived at the railway station in Coulee City during the middle of winter, in December, and were 40 miles from their the homesteads of their sons' James and George.

Robert Murison was 77 years old when he came to America, and he was very homesick for the 'Old Country'.
Elizabeth Murison at the Murison homestead at Mansfield, Washington ca. 1916
His wife, Elizabeth was 70 years old when she filed their land for homestead. It was in one of the valleys and consisted of about 80 acres of flat land with the rest of the 160 acres on hills on both sides – east, west, south and north. They could see for a mile and a half from the house James built for them, which faced east into the rising sun.
Robert died in 1903 of cancer of the ear, which had spread to his throat. He was 85 years old, and is buried in the Bridgeport, Washington Cemetery.
Elizabeth Murison and Mabel, her granddaughter
Elizabeth continued to live in their little shingled house. While out walking with a 3-year old granddaughter in 1915, Elizabeth fell and broke her hip. She never recovered her health. She died December 4, 1916, and is buried in the Bridgeport, Washington Cemetery.

Elizabeth Mackie Murison
Born April 26, 1825
Died December 4, 1916
Age 81 years 8 months 9 days


Elizabeth Mackie Murison 1895
 


Mackie - James and Elizabeth [nee - Buchanan] Mackie



When Arthur Frank Vanek and Mona Inez Leeson wed on August 31, 1949 they linked the following family trees, [Maternal ~ Muench and Leeson] [Paternal ~ Vanek and Gremaux].
 
I know very little family history of Captain James Mackie and Elizabeth Buchanan Mackie. Their children included  Elizabeth Mackie, James Mackie, Christian Mackie and Ellen Mackie.
 
Captain James Mackie

Mary Mackie (seated)
Mary Stephen (friend)

John William Mackie
Christian Mackie
(Married McCallen)
The Mackie's eldest daughter, Elizabeth Mackie, was a housekeeper for Robert and Isabella Faith Murison, who had married on February 3, 1847.

Robert was a farmer in Smythyhill, Stricken, Scotland. Robert and Isabella had four children: Isabella Murison, born in 1848, Margaret Murison born in 1849, Mary Murison, born in 1851, and William Murison, born in 1853. I don't know the year of Isabella's death.

Widowed and with children to raise, Robert Murison (born in 1818 in Strichen) then married his housekeeper, Elizabeth Mackie, age 31, eldest daughter of James and Elizabeth Mackie.


Elizabeth Murison [nee Mackie]



Leeson - Elizabeth Mackie Margaret (nee Murrison)

When Arthur Frank Vanek and Mona Inez Leeson wed on August 31, 1949 they linked the following family trees, [Maternal ~ Muench and Leeson] [Paternal ~ Vanek and Gremaux].

Alfred Leeson had died of a heart attack, and was survived by his wife, Elizabeth Margaret (nee-Murrison) Leeson, son, Albert , who was ten years old,  and two daughters, Alice and Ethel.

The girls were in their teens when Elizabeth moved the family into Spokane, Washington, relinquishing the dream of proving up on their homestead, which was situated on the rolling Palouse farmland, nearer to  her parents and bothers who homesteaded at Mansfield, Washington. (See, Murison Homesteads )

To support herself and her family, Elizabeth bought a big house and rented out furnished rooms and provided good meals for her 'roomers'.

The Murison family was Lutheran, and Elizabeth attended beautiful St. John's Cathedral, located on south Grand Blvd. in Spokane, Washington. She and her daughters did fine needlework and crocheted. All three children married and began their own families. Alice married John DeHaven, and Ethel married Ray Garland. After returning from 'riding the rails' Albert 'Al' married Gertrude. They divorced. Following a summer-long courtship, Al married Ottilie Muench in November 1929.

After Elizabeth's children left home, Elizabeth 'Beth' married Lt. Col. Jack Roberts, pictured on this November 19, 1926 postcard.  He wrote on it, "Dear Beth, What do you think of our 'garden' party?" Whereabouts of the scene are unknown.

Elizabeth died December 26, 1933. Accompanied by Frank Leeson, her 8-year old grandson who lived with her, they were crossing a  street in downtown Spokane when struck down by a motorist, killing Elizabeth.  She's buried in Greenwood Cemetery, Lot 69, Block 21, in Spokane, Washington.


 

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Murison, George, James and Elizabeth - Robert Murison's Descendants

When Arthur Frank Vanek and Mona Inez Leeson wed on August 31, 1949 they linked the following family trees, [Maternal ~ Muench and Leeson] [Paternal ~ Vanek and Gremaux].

MURISON --  SCOTTISH RELATIVES IN AMERICA
Robert & Elizabeth's family & coming to America -- Note: When the family emigrated to America Robert dropped one "R" from Murrison, and thereafter spelled the family name Murison.
 ROBERT MURISON'S CHILDREN: GEORGE, JAMES & ELIZABETH

JAMES WILLIAM MURISON, second son of ROBERT and ELIZABETH became the adventurer who started the MURISON family on their expansion to America. JAMES had learned the trade of Cabinet-making, serving as an apprentice under Archie Robb of Fraserburgh for two years at $5.00 per week.

In 1883, at the age of 23, he came to New York, U.S.A. and worked in the general Repair Shop for 4 years. He then returned to Scotland to claim a former sweetheart, only to find that she had married an American and had gone to the U.S.A.

He returned to America and went to Winnipeg, Canada to work at the trade. He was there in the winter time and never forgot 'the bitter cold'. In 1889 he heard of the Spokane Fire and knowing there would be plenty of carpenter work, he came to Spokane, Washington that year. He told of not being able to buy Finan Haddie in America, so on one of his trips from Scotland, by steerage, as they called it in those days, he packed some Finan Haddie in his trunk. It naturally spoiled as the trip took two weeks then. Anyway, when the Customs Officers opened his trunk and got one whiff of that spoiled fish, they quickly closed the lid and sent him on his way. He also told of making a wooden bathtub for a house in Spokane.


James Murison - 1916 Farming at Mansfield, Washington

After working long enough in Spokane to get a "grub stake" he came to Waterville, Washington, and filed on a homestead, calling it "Glen Brae Farm".

Glen Brae Farm - Mansfield, Washington

Young George in Scotland
 His brother, GEORGE MURISON, who had 'gone to sea,' (hired out on a ship) jumped ship in America and soon joined him and filed for homestead, on land adjoining James' homestead.

George Murison arrived in America

They lived through the 'Hard Winter of 1889' and '90 living in a dug-out house and cutting rye grass to keep their two horses alive. He told of how the horses ate each others manes and tails, they were so hungry. The men, too, had very little to eat and told how the neighbors all shared with each other. Especially the McCormick Family who lived about a mile on down the draw from them.

ROBERT and ELIZABETH MURRISON were still living in New Leeds on February 3, 1882 when Robert wrote:

My Dear Johnnie (son of Mary Murrison)
I am glad today by receiving your kind and wonderfully weal (well) worded letter ... Many of more years would not done so weal. If you continue improving as you have done, and be spared in life, I hope many scholarly and loving appistles (epistle) will be penned by your hand. Think how grate a blessing God has conferred upon us that we can convey our thoughts and feeling to one another, and accept my thanks for the news you sent. Ah, I know it has cost you a penny and so hindered you from swelling your bank account I little knew this day 35 years (ago) I would be favoured by an apistle from a grandson, for it was this 3rd day of February, 1847, I was married to your grandmother (Isabella) and it was this 3rd day of February, 1848 your mother was born. Ah, Johnnie if you live only 35 years, you will see and feel many wonderful changes, for all things change, and we all change goo.
May every change bring more joy and pleasure to you. But there are marked changes that we never forget ... You will never as long as you live, forget your brother little Willie. So, I have deaths and births and marriages I will never forget a long as I live.

Buy why should I say deaths, for we believe the body only sleeps but the soul is alive with God in Glory. This should comfort us and make us long to be with Christ in Glory when there is no death, and no change of times.

I am sorry to hear of your unhealth and your absence from school for school days are precious for all the young. It is the season for the instilling of very important instructions, for all the life here, and hereafter, I hope.

Catherine is now better and that ale the rest is weal. Give my kindest love to your mother and tell her I am keeping this day almost as anniversary, of her birth. She is now 34 years this morning...
May you and all belonging to her, live to see many birthdays in peace with God and man with joy of a clear conscience and prosperity in both worlds is the wish of her affectionate Father.
I shall be glad to see you if all is weal and weather permits, Sabbath week. You might try Father to come along with you if he is not too lazy.

I was intending to be down but have not good getting from the house. I was at Fraserbush Saturday last, but had rain there. I intend writing your Uncle William this afternoon, as I am longing to here (hear) from him. I did not here (hear) of his son's unhealth. This season will be long minded on for it's mild winter altho it will also be minded on for is awful gusts of destructive winds.

Believe me your Affectionate Grandfather,
ROBERT MURISON

In 1895 ROBERT and ELIZABETH moved to Washington state from Scotland to join their two sons. It was in December that they arrived at Coulee City and James tells of driving the forty miles or more in a sleigh as that was the closest railway station at that time. He built them a small two room shingled shack on his property.


Letters written by ROBERT to BAIN family (his daughter Isabella):

Bridgeport, Washington
20th December, 1895

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Bain and family

In letting you know of our trip to our new home, if we had not had Mr. and Mrs. Leeson (his daughter Elizabeth) to guide we would not got so weale (well) on. Elizabeth was at New York to meet us, then we went by train and boat to New Jersey. Stayed there 4 days then they came back to New York, bought our tickets at lowest as Americans try to gaine (sp) by strangers, they are sharpies. Our faire (fair) cost 140 dollars each which is 10 lbs. each. Weale (well), we came by grate (great) North Pacific Rail by Mounttrail (Montreal) then through North East of Canada by St. Paul. . 350 miles then through Rocky Mountains which was a most beautiful sight. Then on to Coulee City, 140 miles ... James was there waiting with his pare and sledge (team and sleigh) as the snow were on we missed the road so went wrong and long way and if his horses had not bee spirited am ?? we had been donup (done in) but thank God we got home about 10 p.m. and stood out ?? ,, we were all night 16th in Coulee so we were 1 month from leaving home, rather worn  out by so long by sea and rail. It is a very romantic country but far from Bonnie Old Scotland, but people who have chance live weale (well) ... pork of all sorts, we have hams, legs off fed beef, wild horses, flour, butter, milk, so rich of cream would carry a ?? Carrots like turnips, cabbages, apples... watermelons which grows on the fields by planting ... 5 cows, lots of hogs but they are cheape (sp.)

James has 1 small house he is to build a larger ... Geo's house is not complete but when completed will be a fine dwelling, all of wood.

They are all that's here but very comfortable... no wind here and when the sun shines here is as bright and warm as your summers yet still the snow does not go away till spring... we have nothing to do but cook for man and beast that goes out after feeding to the prairie then comes back to feed at night ... But is strange feed they use here yet cattle and all seems to like it weale (well) ... They have lots of Indian corn which grows on stalks. Any just like fiss Ewes, which they chew and like weale. No turnips I have seen.. When spring comes I think they will be very busy to get crops inn (sp) I will be glad to see land clear (cleared) I think we have come in right time of year to be climatized, or spring.

Now dear friends this is all the news I mind on at present. I will be longing to hear from your side, everything will be of importance to us here as we most if spared ever mind on you all.

Howe is Isabell keeping, is she likely to come over ... she is often on my mind and prayers .. But tho far apart God is every where present and so wonderful is His doings to the children of mankind in every part of His creation which is wonderful also.

How is John getting along, has he got a situation of any kind yet, I hope he has. Is Miss Ian ?? still tending her mother, she has a trying time but I hope God will support her and bless her in the paternal work she is called to perform. If John be at home, tell him to write us as he will have more time than you.

We are busy feeding cattle and ourselves in this stormy weather ... We are far from Post Office, only 1 post per week at best, in storm, none at all. George is to go with this, this week...
Believe me your affec. Father, ROBERT MURISON, Address: Missus Murison, Bridgeport, Douglas County, WA.
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Unknown date:
My Dear Son, Daughter and family,

I must sincerely beg pardon for delaying so long in writing as we are situated so many hinderances occur. I only received your welcome letter last night -- was glad to see you were all in life by God mercies through such a bad winter which has taken so many to the unseen and eternal world, we cannot be too thankful for God's loving kindness to all of us who escape the many calamaties He often sends to remind that this is not our home; may be all be ready when the call domes, to our everlasting home prepared for all, through the merits of Jesus Christ. For all must feel their unworthiness and sin. Now I am glad to say my arm is near better only reuhmatism sets in. Old age does not come without infirmities, yet we are both wonderful strong and fit for plenty of work, thank God. Now as to weather and scenery, a very mild and moderate winter, now over, altho snow awhile, but still frosts in mornings at sunrise, then sun is strong and dries the land. I have cultivated onions through ground and early peas 1 inch. Our oats through, rye also and wheat, potatoes also set. Cattle and horses out feeding on prairie grass, gets nothing else but comes in full as on clover grass. Have so much milk we give it to the hogs as there is no sale for butter. 13 cents per pound ... 12 miles to shop ... Scenery is not what I expected, no wood for 12 miles, I have not got so far off yet, but see the mountains northwest all covered in snow a great depth. We are rather far north but there was not a chance so weale off ?? in the states; but this is a most romantic and wild scenery of country by wild hills, straths, vallies (valleys) and draws between one hill and then another for hundreds of miles ... some boulders of rocks as high as a house mostly all burned black splitted as by volcano fire and stripps in mountain ... our land lays in one of these valleys about 80 acres of flat the rest on hills on both sides .. East, West, South and North, we see only 1 ½ miles ?? Our houses lay east to the sun rising ??

There's much work on a new farm, not so bad to make as at your country as the soil is light and composed of sage shrubb and grass with carpet of beautiful flowers, yet I fear the summer heat we have more heat now than July or August with you....

Had a letter from Alex (Uncle Alexander) saying the wind there had been most stormy .. They were weal yet not pleased with ?? on sea... But little prospect here in Big Bend, as everything so back handed at present ... There is mining of silver started beyond Columbia River gives hope here and a railway proposed but money is most locked up ... Farmers have hundreds of bushels of wheat -- gets only 7 or 8 per bushel ... does not pay threshing ... James has bought unthrashed wheat hay for our cattle at 10/per load for what he could haul through snow so far off over mountains took him 2 days ....
He bought a mower, reaper and rake so we will be better prepared for harvest if crop is good, he had to hire last harvest ... did not get his well done, paid well too. He is going out to work next week for 2 or 3 months. He could not go till the crops were near all inn (sp.) but George and me has to get inn (sp.) 3 acres of corn, but you will say what is corn ... well, it grows like your fiss ews, on stalks, fine cattle feed. The seeds are like peas, fine for hogs when ground is poultry food. Planted 4 feet apart like potato set in the ground, grows high. Cut down by axe in harvest. We have many pests, wild animals preys on crops, squirrels cut off whole acres, they poison, trap and destroy as many as they can, they are like rats, also badgers innumerable, in holes, all bore large holes in the mountains and come out at night and coyotes like dogs howls about but not dangerous.

I had a letter from John of Rath ?? February 2 say when you write him I thank him sincerely but I have so many friends I cannot ? return compliment. We are all weale (well) and live in the Big Bend.

Of the range of mountains other side or rather this side of Columbia River more than 100 miles NE of the Pacific Ocean. If he looks his maps he will ascertain about our locality but think we are rather farr (sp) NW here. We had a letter from Elizabeth she had not been very weale (well) this winter in New Jersey.

It is strange to think we are as far off from her and more expense than formerly so great a distance as 3,000 miles.

Have you got Margaret's life insurance policy all carried out right now? I have been longing for communication from Mr. M.C. Wingie about my peats. Only got one letter which said he sold them but they were not away and were not paid, that was the first of the storm. Looking each week, he sends me the Peoples Journal so you need not. You sent ? wrote with milk last but I could scarcely make out, you need to see the milk is well put on ...

My Mr. always wrote a word or 2 when she sent a paper with ink on a corner did fine, yet that with milk when weale (well) done can be read fine..

If you are at Stricken and see Jeane Murison give her my compts.
Say I will write her by and bye but I have been so taken up by sundries and having many to correspond with but we give her thanks for her last letter will be always glad to hear from her ....
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March 22, 1897

Now My Dear Mr. McBain,

I feel that I cannot at present send you my account we have not got any money to spare at present ... we had to buy food for cattle, horses, and hogs this winter and we are for fencing about 100 acres to enlarge the acreage to cultivate. this summer more land so nothing was made this winter but all out of pocket but James is going out to work for finishing a house but he will get no cash till autumn  he gets 10/per day and board and they all live well here that has land but they can make little money as things are so cheap. But land is laying around us in thousands of acres for taking up ... we are too far out of the busy country.

Give my kind love to all your dear family ad Maggie, Lou, Robert and Alick tell them to be good scholars.

Write again tell Maggie her letter was good..
Your affectionate Father,
ROBERT MURISON
March 22.

Also March 22

Now my dear and loved friends and ---

I feels to think we are seperated

In this world and know not the sorrow or joys of each other for it makes feel yet in all our longing every dark cloud often has a silver bright side. When we look beyond, being taught by faith to anticipate the home beyond the skies where all the redeemed will meet to enjoy fellowship beyond ?? and this also by ... to learn of each other what a blessing pen and pos' (?) is to separate friends I feel for your afflictions altho I cannot alleviate only by supplanting God who alone can alleviate and comfort and has pledged to do so to all who apply to Him in faith and sincerity, may that be your case in all trouble as well as mine for we are in the world of sins and sorrows of wrath and affliction may we always put trust in God who never fails and is always near at hand everywhere.
David felt so in the 139 Psalm and it is said His had is my perpetual care, He keeps me with His eye. Why then should I forget the God who is forever nigh .... May we all trust to Him to teach us to live that we may dread our grave as little as our bed, and so to rise glorious in the sky beyond death and sorrow.

Mr. Wm. Gray got a sudden call so did George Mackie, my Missus brother at the same time. Friends are soon separated here below .. may we have that one friend who stayeth closer than a brother ..............
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Elizabeth Murison - Homestead near Mansfield, Washinton
ELIZABETH, at the age 70, filed on a homestead up on the hill above her son, James, land. He built her a homestead shack up there and she lived in it long enough to prove up on it altho there was no water and they had to haul water from his place for her.
Elizabeth Murisonn
with granddaughter - Mabel

ROBERT died in 1903 of Cancer of the ear which had spread to his throat. He was 85 years old and is buried in the Bridgeport, Washington Cemetery. He was 77 years old when he came to America and was very homesick for the 'Old Country'. (This information was given to ETHEL MURISON by JANE MURISON LEIDTKE.)

After ROBERT's death, his wife ELIZABETH lived on in the little shingled house JAMES had built for them on his place.  In 1915, GRANDMOTHER ELIZABETH was out walking with a granddaughter, MABEL, who was about three years old, when she fell and broke her hip. She lay in her bed for over a year with her son JAMES' wife, ETHEL JANE having to take care of her and JAMES staying with her at night. Here, again, if it had not been for 'JEANE' who helped with the care of Grandmother, no one knows what would have happened. JEANE came many times and sat with Grandmother so ETHEL JANE could get away for a little bit, even though the grandmother didn't like JEANE, and showed it. JEANE was kindness itself to her. GRANDMOTHER ELIZABETH MACKIE MURISON died December 4, 1916 and is buried in the Bridgeport, Washington Cemetery.
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