Our Mesher-Coveyduc Family Connection
Dedicated to Alice Elizabeth (Mesher) King.
Mary & Bob King
Hello and Welcome to our family's homepage. We are the Kings, Mary & Bob and we would like to introduce you to our family. Our connection to the Coveyduc family is with Reuban Absalom Mesher (1860-1918) and Selina Bertha Coveyduc (1864-1949) married June 17, 1882. Selina was the daughter of John Coveyduc and Francis Wells of Cupids Nfld. Reubin's father Robert Mesher and Alice Elzabeth's father Ambrose Mesher were brothers. John Lethbridge's wife Lily Jane May Mesher was my husband's mother, best friend ( or most likely cousin ) when she lived in Labrador. We enjoyed seeing John & Lily Jane's wedding picture taken on their wedding day. My husbands mother Alice Mesher corresponded with the Lethbridges for years after she left Labrador and moved to Nf. Unfortunately she didn't keep the letters, she kept only the envelopes they came in. It's to bad, we would have had some great stories of the times they had.Alice Mesher was born in the year 1895 and died in the year 1982. She married Kenneth King who was from Lunenburg NS. They met and married in Labrador and then during the first world war made their way to NF. where they remained till their deaths.The story of their life is also in "Them Days", submitted by my husband Robert King Anyway, thought I would tell you we enjoyed putting a face to the names that we have heard about in the past. Mary and Bob King, Ontario
is such a fascinating subject. We have traced our family tree over the past
twenty years. It has taken us to many places and the rewards from doing it
are immeasurable. We must remember that when we trace our family trees it
not only allows us to discover our past, but also allows us to form new
friendships with the people we meet along the way.
have been able to do so many things since we started this endeavor. We’ve
sat on a mountainside and gazed at the northern lights, shared a caribou
dinner with new found cousins, danced in their kitchen to the beat of an
old accordion, walked the gravesites that had markers and walked the woods
where graves were unmarked. Understood the phrase, “In the forest they
remain, ……… forgotten not from where they came.” We’ve dropped
everything in a flash, packed up our trailer and headed to Nova Scotia to
meet with a first cousin that was coming from California for a visit. He
was age 95, Professor of Linguistics, Berkeley California. He was met
through the help of the computer and he had no idea his mother had a
brother. We met him for tea! The meeting was for one hour, but the
experience will last a lifetime.
met people from the North West Territories, British Columbia, Manitoba,
Ontario, Nova Scotia, Newfoundland, Labrador, California, Chile, Ireland,
England, Australia, and Oklahoma.
person we met from Chile is a missionary. She told us of the time she
returned home to her place of birth, also Bob’s hometown. The house was
gone and no sign of any old memories. Disappointed, she sat on a big rock
to rest. Looking down she saw some fresh chives peaking up from under the
edge of the rock. Her mother had planted them many years ago. She told us
of her silent tears. A private connection to her past was complete.
We have learned of our
ancestor’s challenges. Gained an admired measure of respect from where
they came from. Appreciated the love they had for their countries and take
special pride in their beliefs. Some lives were given up in war,
understanding why it was done. We have traced these soldiers last
steps through war records, right down to the time spent on the trains to
get from one location to the other. We have recreated their journey and
admired their courage. We are truly thankful.
have been able to compare family patterns. Have seen them repeated over the
generations. The term history repeats itself is a definite fact.
have spent hours looking through microfilm, searching births, marriages and
deaths. We have touched original documents that were over a hundred years
ago. We have gone to the churches where they were married, one in Mud Lake,
Labrador, accessible only by boat. The church was small and made of
wood , kerosene oil lamps lined the walls. Imagination of how it was
then was easy to see, it hasn’t changed in the years that have passed, it
was as if time stood still just for us.
have walked the streets where our family grew up as children and have seen
the places where they have played and attended school. We have walked the
ports where they departed from, leaving family members to never know what
happened to them. They had dreams in their hearts and adventure in their
tracing their lineage will receive more then they can give. We would
recommend it as a rewarding experience, one to dive into with great
passion. Remember one thing - enjoy the moments gained and relish on the
times yet to come.
Mary and Bob King
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