Adopted son of Henry Nelson Evans and Mary Helena McClarty. Birth name could be Kenneth Wallace Palmer.
Dad's adopted grandfather was Dr. Rev. Henry Matthew Evans who founded the Beamsville Express Newspaper. Find A Grave Memorial# 43705751
Dad's adopted mother was Mary Helena McClarty is grandaughter of Ruth Naomi Cornell / Corneil.
Mary Helena McClarty is daughter of James Augustus McClarty who is also buried in the same cemetery.
Find A Grave Memorial# 167227731
Dad was born in Ottawa and grew up in Montreal and for a time lived in Ohio, Ottawa, Oakville, and Toronto.
Dad went to school in Westmount, Quebec and had a year book that was autographed by Bill Shatner aka William Shatner (Captain Kirk). I now regret that I did not ask to keep that book when I had the chance as a girl, it would have be worth a fortune; Dad would of like eBay...lol
Dad was a great host and love entertain family and friends, especially showing them the highlights of Toronto.
Kenny, my dad, was a boy scout, a mason and loved to curl, swim, listen to music, watch live theater and fish. Despite Dad having season tickets for the Toronto Maple Leafs one year, he really loved the Montreal Canadians. Going to the hockey games and his assistance coaching a softball team with me are very fond memories. On one visit to Montreal we stood in the rain to get tickets to see Gord Howe, Wayne Gretzky and Brian Trotter play in the Canada Cup at the form.
Dad spent summers as a boy visting Uncle Bob Ingalls, who owned the house next to the boarder crossing in Abercorn, Quebec and his Aunt Flossie Ingalls nee Oliver who lived across the street from the feed plant in Richford, VT. Aunt Flossie was married to Bruce Ingalls who worked at the feed plant.
Some of my happiest memories as a girl were our summer road trips, where despite our original destination to the USA, we always crossed at Abercorn, Quebec on our return to Canada. It was these visits with my dad that made me appreciate small town living and long for a live on the farm.
Uncle Bob always had a dog named Lassie despite it not being the same dog every time we visited his house. I miss his annual Maple Syrup gift. I would love to know who now owns the house and the name of the quarry that was on his property, if you know I would love to hear from you.
Aunt Flossie had a deer head hanging beside her staircase which I was scared of as a little girl. I would never go upstairs without my parents or big sister. On one of my last visits to see Aunt Flossie she gave me her Zucchini Cookie recipe which I treasure. I think I fell in love with Quilts because of her house ;-)
As a little girl dad could always be counted on to drive me to my latest girl guide meeting or my friend's home after school. I miss our cuddle time, where I could curling up in dad's lap and he would read me the Sunday funnies or The Adventures of Paddy the Beaver by Thornton Waldo Burgess before bed.
Dad died in Toronto in 1992 from complications due to his lifetime struggle with Mental Health issues. Mom said that dad was never the same after his mother died the year before I was born. Since I didn't know him as any different, I accepted him for who he was and
looking back I now realize that dad taught me a lot about geography, nature, sports, but, especially about unconditional love, mental health, compassion and empathy.
My biggest regret is not being old enough or wise enough to be able to help dad with his mental health struggles and learn more about the McClarty's, Ingall's, Evans', families and what he knew about his adoption.
Your forever in my heart dad!
Love you, your little monster, Snagglepuss
Dad's adopted grandfather was Dr. Rev. Henry Matthew Evans who founded the Beamsville Express Newspaper. Find A Grave Memorial# 43705751
Dad's adopted mother was Mary Helena McClarty is grandaughter of Ruth Naomi Cornell / Corneil.
Mary Helena McClarty is daughter of James Augustus McClarty who is also buried in the same cemetery.
Find A Grave Memorial# 167227731
Dad was born in Ottawa and grew up in Montreal and for a time lived in Ohio, Ottawa, Oakville, and Toronto.
Dad went to school in Westmount, Quebec and had a year book that was autographed by Bill Shatner aka William Shatner (Captain Kirk). I now regret that I did not ask to keep that book when I had the chance as a girl, it would have be worth a fortune; Dad would of like eBay...lol
Dad was a great host and love entertain family and friends, especially showing them the highlights of Toronto.
Kenny, my dad, was a boy scout, a mason and loved to curl, swim, listen to music, watch live theater and fish. Despite Dad having season tickets for the Toronto Maple Leafs one year, he really loved the Montreal Canadians. Going to the hockey games and his assistance coaching a softball team with me are very fond memories. On one visit to Montreal we stood in the rain to get tickets to see Gord Howe, Wayne Gretzky and Brian Trotter play in the Canada Cup at the form.
Dad spent summers as a boy visting Uncle Bob Ingalls, who owned the house next to the boarder crossing in Abercorn, Quebec and his Aunt Flossie Ingalls nee Oliver who lived across the street from the feed plant in Richford, VT. Aunt Flossie was married to Bruce Ingalls who worked at the feed plant.
Some of my happiest memories as a girl were our summer road trips, where despite our original destination to the USA, we always crossed at Abercorn, Quebec on our return to Canada. It was these visits with my dad that made me appreciate small town living and long for a live on the farm.
Uncle Bob always had a dog named Lassie despite it not being the same dog every time we visited his house. I miss his annual Maple Syrup gift. I would love to know who now owns the house and the name of the quarry that was on his property, if you know I would love to hear from you.
Aunt Flossie had a deer head hanging beside her staircase which I was scared of as a little girl. I would never go upstairs without my parents or big sister. On one of my last visits to see Aunt Flossie she gave me her Zucchini Cookie recipe which I treasure. I think I fell in love with Quilts because of her house ;-)
As a little girl dad could always be counted on to drive me to my latest girl guide meeting or my friend's home after school. I miss our cuddle time, where I could curling up in dad's lap and he would read me the Sunday funnies or The Adventures of Paddy the Beaver by Thornton Waldo Burgess before bed.
Dad died in Toronto in 1992 from complications due to his lifetime struggle with Mental Health issues. Mom said that dad was never the same after his mother died the year before I was born. Since I didn't know him as any different, I accepted him for who he was and
looking back I now realize that dad taught me a lot about geography, nature, sports, but, especially about unconditional love, mental health, compassion and empathy.
My biggest regret is not being old enough or wise enough to be able to help dad with his mental health struggles and learn more about the McClarty's, Ingall's, Evans', families and what he knew about his adoption.
Your forever in my heart dad!
Love you, your little monster, Snagglepuss
Adopted son of Henry Nelson Evans and Mary Helena McClarty. Birth name could be Kenneth Wallace Palmer.
Dad's adopted grandfather was Dr. Rev. Henry Matthew Evans who founded the Beamsville Express Newspaper. Find A Grave Memorial# 43705751
Dad's adopted mother was Mary Helena McClarty is grandaughter of Ruth Naomi Cornell / Corneil.
Mary Helena McClarty is daughter of James Augustus McClarty who is also buried in the same cemetery.
Find A Grave Memorial# 167227731
Dad was born in Ottawa and grew up in Montreal and for a time lived in Ohio, Ottawa, Oakville, and Toronto.
Dad went to school in Westmount, Quebec and had a year book that was autographed by Bill Shatner aka William Shatner (Captain Kirk). I now regret that I did not ask to keep that book when I had the chance as a girl, it would have be worth a fortune; Dad would of like eBay...lol
Dad was a great host and love entertain family and friends, especially showing them the highlights of Toronto.
Kenny, my dad, was a boy scout, a mason and loved to curl, swim, listen to music, watch live theater and fish. Despite Dad having season tickets for the Toronto Maple Leafs one year, he really loved the Montreal Canadians. Going to the hockey games and his assistance coaching a softball team with me are very fond memories. On one visit to Montreal we stood in the rain to get tickets to see Gord Howe, Wayne Gretzky and Brian Trotter play in the Canada Cup at the form.
Dad spent summers as a boy visting Uncle Bob Ingalls, who owned the house next to the boarder crossing in Abercorn, Quebec and his Aunt Flossie Ingalls nee Oliver who lived across the street from the feed plant in Richford, VT. Aunt Flossie was married to Bruce Ingalls who worked at the feed plant.
Some of my happiest memories as a girl were our summer road trips, where despite our original destination to the USA, we always crossed at Abercorn, Quebec on our return to Canada. It was these visits with my dad that made me appreciate small town living and long for a live on the farm.
Uncle Bob always had a dog named Lassie despite it not being the same dog every time we visited his house. I miss his annual Maple Syrup gift. I would love to know who now owns the house and the name of the quarry that was on his property, if you know I would love to hear from you.
Aunt Flossie had a deer head hanging beside her staircase which I was scared of as a little girl. I would never go upstairs without my parents or big sister. On one of my last visits to see Aunt Flossie she gave me her Zucchini Cookie recipe which I treasure. I think I fell in love with Quilts because of her house ;-)
As a little girl dad could always be counted on to drive me to my latest girl guide meeting or my friend's home after school. I miss our cuddle time, where I could curling up in dad's lap and he would read me the Sunday funnies or The Adventures of Paddy the Beaver by Thornton Waldo Burgess before bed.
Dad died in Toronto in 1992 from complications due to his lifetime struggle with Mental Health issues. Mom said that dad was never the same after his mother died the year before I was born. Since I didn't know him as any different, I accepted him for who he was and
looking back I now realize that dad taught me a lot about geography, nature, sports, but, especially about unconditional love, mental health, compassion and empathy.
My biggest regret is not being old enough or wise enough to be able to help dad with his mental health struggles and learn more about the McClarty's, Ingall's, Evans', families and what he knew about his adoption.
Your forever in my heart dad!
Love you, your little monster, Snagglepuss
Dad's adopted grandfather was Dr. Rev. Henry Matthew Evans who founded the Beamsville Express Newspaper. Find A Grave Memorial# 43705751
Dad's adopted mother was Mary Helena McClarty is grandaughter of Ruth Naomi Cornell / Corneil.
Mary Helena McClarty is daughter of James Augustus McClarty who is also buried in the same cemetery.
Find A Grave Memorial# 167227731
Dad was born in Ottawa and grew up in Montreal and for a time lived in Ohio, Ottawa, Oakville, and Toronto.
Dad went to school in Westmount, Quebec and had a year book that was autographed by Bill Shatner aka William Shatner (Captain Kirk). I now regret that I did not ask to keep that book when I had the chance as a girl, it would have be worth a fortune; Dad would of like eBay...lol
Dad was a great host and love entertain family and friends, especially showing them the highlights of Toronto.
Kenny, my dad, was a boy scout, a mason and loved to curl, swim, listen to music, watch live theater and fish. Despite Dad having season tickets for the Toronto Maple Leafs one year, he really loved the Montreal Canadians. Going to the hockey games and his assistance coaching a softball team with me are very fond memories. On one visit to Montreal we stood in the rain to get tickets to see Gord Howe, Wayne Gretzky and Brian Trotter play in the Canada Cup at the form.
Dad spent summers as a boy visting Uncle Bob Ingalls, who owned the house next to the boarder crossing in Abercorn, Quebec and his Aunt Flossie Ingalls nee Oliver who lived across the street from the feed plant in Richford, VT. Aunt Flossie was married to Bruce Ingalls who worked at the feed plant.
Some of my happiest memories as a girl were our summer road trips, where despite our original destination to the USA, we always crossed at Abercorn, Quebec on our return to Canada. It was these visits with my dad that made me appreciate small town living and long for a live on the farm.
Uncle Bob always had a dog named Lassie despite it not being the same dog every time we visited his house. I miss his annual Maple Syrup gift. I would love to know who now owns the house and the name of the quarry that was on his property, if you know I would love to hear from you.
Aunt Flossie had a deer head hanging beside her staircase which I was scared of as a little girl. I would never go upstairs without my parents or big sister. On one of my last visits to see Aunt Flossie she gave me her Zucchini Cookie recipe which I treasure. I think I fell in love with Quilts because of her house ;-)
As a little girl dad could always be counted on to drive me to my latest girl guide meeting or my friend's home after school. I miss our cuddle time, where I could curling up in dad's lap and he would read me the Sunday funnies or The Adventures of Paddy the Beaver by Thornton Waldo Burgess before bed.
Dad died in Toronto in 1992 from complications due to his lifetime struggle with Mental Health issues. Mom said that dad was never the same after his mother died the year before I was born. Since I didn't know him as any different, I accepted him for who he was and
looking back I now realize that dad taught me a lot about geography, nature, sports, but, especially about unconditional love, mental health, compassion and empathy.
My biggest regret is not being old enough or wise enough to be able to help dad with his mental health struggles and learn more about the McClarty's, Ingall's, Evans', families and what he knew about his adoption.
Your forever in my heart dad!
Love you, your little monster, Snagglepuss
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