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_Louis Kay BROWN ____________|
| (1852 - ....) m 1876 |
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|--Lucy Ann BROWN
| (1882 - ....)
| _Thomas PILKINGTON __+
| | (1822 - ....) m 1842
|_Elizabeth Ellen PILKINGTON _|
(1854 - ....) m 1876 |
|_Lucy BENSON ________
(1822 - ....) m 1842
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_David Reginald BULL _|
| (1950 - 2004) |
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|--Karen Lorraine BULL
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| _Kenneth Frank LOVELL ____+
| | (1925 - 2004)
|_Marilyn Ann LOVELL __|
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|_Brenda Maureen STUBBLES _+
_George EASTWOOD ____+
| (1816 - 1860) m 1841
_Ormerod EASTWOOD ___|
| (1846 - ....) m 1866|
| |_Grace HALSTEAD _____
| (1821 - ....) m 1841
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|--Hartley EASTWOOD
| (1869 - 1881)
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|_Harriet ASHWORTH ___|
(1850 - ....) m 1866|
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_William FRANKLAND __
| (1793 - 1865) m 1817
_William FRANKLAND __|
| (1818 - 1891) |
| |_Mary LIVESEY _______+
| (1800 - 1869) m 1817
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|--George M FRANKLAND
| (1858 - ....)
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|_Martha (FRANKLAND) _|
(1818 - ....) |
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_Alexandre MARGUTTI _______________+
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_Auguste Louis MARGUTTI ______|
| (1851 - 1917) |
| |_Eliza VEMDA ______________________
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|--Louis Henri Alexandre Denis MARGUTTI
| (1885 - 1966)
| _Denis Victor Amedee CHARTREY _____+
| | (1831 - 1899)
|_Denise Laure Jenny CHARTREY _|
(1863 - 1947) |
|_Laure Marie Amelie (Jenny) GUYOT _
(1834 - 1897)
[NI00004]
LETTER FROM LOUIS 6 APRIL 1906
Letterhead: A. Repsold & Co., San Francisco Depot, 416-420 Pine Street
San Francisco, Calif., 6 April 1906
Dear Mother,
Here it is at least a year that we have been completely separated, not only by distance but much more still this reciprocal love which ought to exist between you and me has been completely broken and our relations cut off forevermore.
This is too much for me, Mama darling, for no matter what may happen you are always my mother and me your son and I hope that soon you will be able to speak of me as being proud to have such a son.
I do not know enough words which may express my repentance and my shame; and my most humble excuses are those of a son who, having strayed, looks again for the maternal love which is the greatest in the world and which is superior to that of the lover, for it is given without having received any return.
I find myself very sad today and I am going to write you a very long letter about it, for it seems to me dear Mother that you are ready to pardon me, I feel it, a curious thing, and there is something which calls me towards you and which tells me that you think of me.
I have acted very shamefully towards you, getting married so young and without your consent is a thing of which I cannot think without blushing for shame; but what do you expect, one is born to do stupid things and follies, and one is only wise after having done them.
My position is rather pretty and without being extraordinary, it permits me to live at my ease and my wife and I we can have fun and live perfectly happy without worrying about our neighbors.
I save as much as I can and I already have two beautiful plots of land and my wife has one in her own name which comes to her from her mother.
I hope that you are not going to be tired in listening to all this talk, but what do you expect, I can only thing that you are interested in hearing everything that concerns me thus I give free rein to my thoughts.
Lizzi must be a beautiful girl now and I have to believe that she might marry soon, and what are you going to do to Totor after he passes his bachot [exam]? Do you think that Jacques will be able to help you to have him enter in the [Suez] Canal [Company]? I have received his card for the New Year and I know that he is now head of the Board of Directors. Is he still as much of a dog towards you as he has always been.
I have always detested him and he has done you too many dirty tricks for me to be able ever to pardon him, but my reason and my good sense command me to be prudent, thus in appearances I am on the best terms with him and all his family.
As for your cousin, Mr. Raoul Chartrey, I have never seen him again; perhaps I have been wrong, for he acted severely towards [me]. It was perhaps done for my good, but what do you expect, I am so proud, or to say it better, so stupid, that when I recognize that I am wrong, I never ask pardon. I go away and I leave those who are right in peace, each one for himself and God for everyone; but in spite of everything I must admit that I was awfully wrong towards him, for he treated me very well when I was at his home, but I thought differently while I was there, but when I left I found the difference but I will never have the courage to admit it to him.
I have nothing now against him and you can tell it to him, for after all he is a hard worker and a man who has reached where he is now by hard work and honesty.
About ten days ago I received a letter from someone named H. Vatrier who [was] recommended by you and sent off to me and asked me some information on the values of American oils, as stocks and futures, I thank you a lot for this proof of confidence and I will try to be worthy of you, Mother darling, and gain your confidence little by little and prove to you in a not too distant day, I hope, that the confidence that will be placed in me will make you very happy.
Well darling Mother I think that I have told you enough today and I hope only that the length of my letter will not frighten you. I must also tell you that I have received a letter from my Uncle Henri, Albert has walked into a beautiful career and now has about thirty decorations.
Write me soon darling Mother, and while waiting, hug Victor and Lizzy and receive a thousand good kisses from your repentant son who loves you tenderly.
Louis H. Margutti
420 Pine St.
LETTERS FROM LOUIS: SEPTEMBER 1908
Berkeley, 18 September 1908
Darling Mama,
It is to Jacques and to Lizzie that I have confided the sad and painful mission of the announcement of the death of our little Victor. I am still under the terrible blow of being before the broken body of my little brother, my wife is sick from it and is delirious, for she loved Victor and lavished on him all the tender care of a mother and a sister. Only Victor II, too young, cannot understand the reasons hidden under the tears. I have not yet come back from the poignant sorrow of the first blow, which struck me with the brutal announcement. Someone ringing the electric bell telling me, Your brother has been crushed by a train, he is dead. Then running to the station, seeing a crowd around a broken piece and then, but no, darling mother, I suffer from too much to be able to continue.
I immediately telephoned my Uncle Raoul, who in this trial showed that beneath his beneath his rough exterior he has the heart of a man and a Christian, I owe respect to him and honor to his character to the end of my days and do not know enough words for the admiration that I have for this man; he has put aside all our resentments and has treated me like his son.
Victor will have a Christian funeral from the church of St. Joseph in Berkeley and from there to the Catholic cemetery, and his body will have respect.
He was beginning to make himself here, his boss Eugene Dimmier [sp?] liked him a lot, as did his brother Jules, and both of them held our Totor in high esteem.
He had a quiet personality, but he was not the less loved. Perhaps we did not understand each other well, but darling mother he was well treated and in the bottom of my heart I followed him step by step, he lacked for nothing.
He was getting along in English and had made arrangements with Uncle to go to the city to evening school.
Nobody seems to know yet how the accident happened. It was as dark as in an oven, and maybe he passed between two cars and nobody seems to know anything.
I only know to tell you darling mother that I know you are suffering, but I also am suffering like a miserable person, it is frightful, all this. My mother-in-law, whom Victor saw often, loved him very much, and my sister-in-law who was the first to recognize him is half crazy with grie
Whatever you wish, it is the divine law, before which we must all submit ourselves, for on this earth the pleasures are nothing compared to the pain and suffering, we are here to suffer and to be prepared to appear before the All Powerful Creator when he calls us.
In this hour of infinite pain and sadness, where this terrible sorrow at the bottom of our hearts overcomes us, my darling mother take courage, I suffer from not being able to be near you to lavish upon you all my love, and to show you how much I loved my little Totor. We are equal in sorrow, and the God who sees us ought to hear it, and give to our Victor the place that is due him. I will write you tomorrow at greater length, for I cannot do any more. Grief has overcome me.
Louis
San Francisco, 22 September 1908
Darling Mama,
Yesterday, Monday morning at 10:30, the funeral of our little Totor took place at the Catholic church of Berkeley, St. Joseph. It was a very simple ceremony, but impressive in its simplicity, a friend of my uncle played the funeral march of Chopin on the big organ.
All the friends of Victor were there and his boss Eugene Dimmier [sp?] spoke out about his deep sorrow in a beautiful way. Certainly the greatest respect was shown him and the flowers were in profusion. I enclose the cards of all those who sent their respects and I have already thanked them in your name. It is a dreadful thing to see the coffin lid cover Victor's face forever. "Adieu, mon petit Victor." Then to go to the cemetery and see him buried. The material part is forever departed, now the spiritual part, elevated and sublime, is the one we must think about. He is happy, his sufferings are finished and he sees the place he has left behind him.
How many bitter tears have I poured out, darling mother, especially in thinking of the grief that the shock is going to cause you. I am only half of what I was previously, I have an insurmountable disgust for all material things. I fear that my letter may be very little consolation to you, I regret that the circumstances do not permit me to put my arms around your neck, to embrace you with warm caresses, and to prove that the loss of your darling has been as poignant a grief for your eldest as for yourself.
The priest who spoke the last prayers over the tomb said them in French, in respectful witness to the memory of our Victor and in respect to his mother who suffers so much by this loss.
Courage, darling mother, Victor, our little darling, is now to continue the memory of Victor my little brother. Do you not believe you would be happy to see this little darling, who only wants to love you, and if not make you entirely forget this grief, at least attenuate it.
Come here, darling mother, I am earning enough to support you well, and both of us, I mean to say all four of us will be happy. I mean by that all that the matieral life can give as happiness.
I will write to you often darling mother, Daisy will write to you as soon as she is better, for she is so grief-stricken than she doe not want to listen to anything and is inconsolable.
Love and kisses from everyone darling mother, when one suffers one has few words to console an equal suffering.
Louis
Berkeley 23 September 1908
Darling mother:
Faithful to my word, I do not want to let more than a few days pass without writing to you. Although my letter may be very sad, it is only the echo of a heart in grief through a terrible loss. I lack the words to console you and I can only express to you how much I suffer, realizing that it is your suffering. Today the inquest took place which established the cause of death as accidental. The house seems very empty to us and neither Daisy nor I have had the courage to touch anything among the things belonging to Victor, that we consider as sacred. As I have expressed to you in my last letter, do you not think that you should get rid of your house, pack up your things, and come to join me. Be assured that it would be my happiness and that of Daisy, I earn enough to be able to give back to you in a very small way what you have done for me, but it will be with all my heart that I will share all that I have with you. Do not believe that you will be a burden to me, far from it; it will be my comfort and happiness and then you will be proud of your second Victor who by his gentleness and his love will make you a very proud grandmama.
I cannot insist too much for perhaps you have a horror of this country where our little Totor was taken from us, but think and raise a thought towards a higher sphere from where our Victor looks at us, for him sufferings are finished. His pure and noble soul has finally its well-earned place. He had a martry's end, and towards him I raise my prayer as a penitent brother.
Mother darling, answer me, take courage, Victor has not left us, he has only gone on before, where one of these days we will rejoin him, it is thus that we will know the perfect happiness that this earth cannot give us.
Love and kisses from all three,
Baby Victor, Daisy & Louis
[NF0005]
From Marilyn Pickens 29 September 2008:
In order for Janette and Louis to marry in the Catholic Church, the marriage of Louis and Daisy had to be declared null and void under Catholic rules. In other words, according to the Catholics, when Louis took his marriage vows with Daisy, he had no intention of keeping them, and therefore the marriage was not valid, so the child of that marriage was illegitimate.
[NF0003] This marriage was bigamous as Louis was still married to his first wife. No divorce was therefore required before Mabel married her second husband.
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_William MEE ________|
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| |_____________________
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|--Herbert MEE
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| _Rhodes GAVINS ______+
| | (1850 - 1931) m 1874
|_Ethel GAVINS _______|
(1889 - ....) |
|_Sarah FISHER _______+
(1855 - 1931) m 1874
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_Samuel WATSON ______|
| (1871 - ....) m 1896|
| |_____________________
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|--Bertie WATSON
| (1899 - ....)
| _John HURSTWAITE ____+
| | (1843 - ....) m 1866
|_Emma HURSTWAITE ____|
(1873 - ....) m 1896|
|_Naomi WALKER _______+
(1843 - ....) m 1866