Spelling variants: Howson, Hawson, Housen, HousonJoseph Beckett Howson (1838-1905) was born in Wakefield, Yorkshire, England in 1838 to Richard Joseph Howson and Ann Worth. He immigrated to Newfoundland as a young man and is recorded first in Burgeo ...
The Stuckless family came to Little Bay from Twillingate in 1883 or ‘84. They were members of the Church of England. Brothers Albert and William arrived with family including two possibly single mothers; Susanna and Emma Stuckless who I suspect were ...
The Notre Dame Masonic Lodge was once located in Little Bay. In 1950 the last meeting was held there before it was relocated to Springdale. The Lodge in Little Bay held balls and banquets. Its membership travelled to nearby towns for concerts and hos ...
This Little Bay research is a journey. It takes unexpected turns. It twists. Working on the Kidston family is a fun little example of that. Kidston is a name I’ve only recently gotten anywhere with. It was one lonely reference for a long time, only t ...
The summers of my childhood were spent in Little Bay. I fished for trout out of a small pond off the main road. It’s called Lind’s Pond. I didn’t understand the name’s significance to Newfoundland’s military history when I played by that pond as a ch ...
Benjamin T. Boyles (pictured with his wife Jemima) moved to Shoal Arm, Little Bay from St. John’s with his sister Martha in 1878. Benjamin Boyles worked as a general dealer there. There were other Boyles present in the area including William G. Boyle ...
1881 - James, William (Vital Stats, 1753-1893) James, Louisa - wife of William (Vital Stats, 1753-1893) James, Frederick Jacob - born to William and Louisa (Vital Stats, 1753-1893) 1882 - James, James (Vital Stats, 1753-1893) James, Harr ...
There was a new Sergeant in town. It was 1883. Sergeant Thomas Wells of the Newfoundland Constabulary arrived in Little Bay on August 3rd. He arrived during the town’s annual regatta but made no mention of it in his journals. He wasn’t there for tha ...
I should warn you that this starts with a grave. It’s only fitting, it’s a tragic story after all. There is a modest cemetery in The Bight where I’d walk, reading the names on the aging gravestones. That’s all they were to me then, just names. This ...
