Came from USA to Canada in 1870 as did his wife Anna

Tommy passed away quietly March 17th, 2025 at the Dr Everett Chalmers Hospital in his 94th year. Born to George Lawson Boldon and Georgina Lenore (Styran) Boldon on May 15th, 1931 he was the 3rd of their 11 children. A graduate of Fredericton High School, he worked various jobs before moving to London Ontario to work for CN Express. Eventually he moved back to Fredericton and joined his brother George in the service station business in Oromocto. Their partnership lasted 27 years. A bachelor for many years Tommy and Freda married on April 24, 1990. For almost 35 years they enjoyed an active retirement of golf, bowling, and a bit of travel to visit family in Ontario and Austria. Tommy's happy place was enjoying their back yard and he would often be found listening to his endless supply of cd music while enjoying a good book, feeding the birds, and working in the flower garden. The spring of the year brought him his other favorite pastime, watching his beloved Blue Jays' spring training and league play throughout the season. If the Jays were rained out, he could always find another ballgame to enjoy. Evenings weren't complete until Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy were aired, and even in his last few days, he was solving the Wheel puzzles before anyone else. Tommy was a member of the Royal Canadian Legion Branch #4 for more than 57 years and member of the Elks of Canada for more than 45 years. Survived by wife Freda (Lewis)(Buckingham), step children Donalda Buckingham, Westville, NS; John Buckingham (Ruth), Fredericton; Wendy Buckingham (Geoff Chinn), Burlington, ON; son-in-law John Landry, Fredericton and grandchildren Chris Buckingham (Paige), Greg Landry, Jillian Buckingham, Naomi Buckingham, all of Fredericton; and Matthew Kierstead, Burlington, ON. He is also survived by sisters Kathy Boldon, Emily Ruth Mullins, and step-siblings Gail and Mac Barton, sisters-in-law Lois Boldon, Jacquie Boldon, Millie Boldon, all of Fredericton; Diana Hallett (Richard), Peel NB and brother-in-law Heber Lewis (Barbara) Coldstream NB and an abundance of nieces and nephews.In addition to his parents he was predeceased by his stepmother Georgie Boldon, sisters Mary Ellen Mayo (Brian), Jeannie MacLaughlin (Dennis), Margaret Anne Mersereau (Mush), Nancy Blizzard (Buzz), Hannah Callaghan (Bernie), brothers, Jim, George (Joan), Gordon, and step-daughter Bonnie Landry. Relatives and friends are invited to visit with the family at Bishops Funeral Home, Woodstock Road, Fredericton NB. on Saturday, March 22nd, 2025 from 2pm-4pm. A private family burial will take place at a later date.In Lieu of Flowers, and as per Tommy's request, donations in his memory can be made to the Canadian Red Cross, Canadian Cancer Research, Heart and Stroke Foundation, MS Society, or a charity of your choice.

Died young with TB

DOVER-FOXCROFT - Bert Boone, 81, died at home March 22, 2020, after courageously battling kidney failure. Born February 16, 1939 in Dover-Foxcroft, Maine to Richard and Hope Boone.
Bert is survived by Joeene, loving wife of 60 years; sons Tom and Tim Boone; daughter Laurie Smith and husband Brian; grandchildren TJ Boone and wife Kayla, Ashley Robinson and husband Alex, Dustin Boone, Morgan Cameron and husband Clifford; great grandchildren Natalie, Samuel and Jace Robinson, Jeffrey, Norianna and Cedar Boone, Aubrey and Dustin Boone Jr.; also sister Clarice Sloat-Call; and several loving nieces and nephews.
He was predeceased by six brothers and sisters.
Bert served in the Air Force as a jet mechanic and later spent much of his career cutting wood or sawing lumber, but mostly he loved working in the woods with his horses. In retirement, if not spending time on the farm "outback" he could be found repurposing vehicles at the shop and recently converted a golf cart into a sawmill. He had many special friends and was known for his generosity and his "work is never done" attitude.

1901 census lists Scovil {Byram - Unknown if this his last name or first name.?} as his adopted son born Jan 11, 1899. Scovil always went by the name "Boone" A granddaughter, Gertude Wood living with Alex and Sarah at time of 1901 census. According to the 1871 census for York County, Alex and family were living in Lincoln, about where the Princess Margaret Bridge is located today. Sometime in the next two years, he moved bag and baggage to Green Mountain, NB to live in a cabin on the land known locally as the "Albert Field" (referring to property owned at one time by Albert Veysey.) Since the community was only about a dozen years settled, it is possible he moved because of employment as a "joiner", or carpenter. His uncle, Joseph Boone, was already living there, so it is possible some influence came from that direction. It is interesting to speculate the means and route Alex took to reach his destination. Most accounts state there were no roads to speak of, other than a wagon trail, linking Fosterville, Green Mountain and North Lake to Canterbury Station. Presumably, he came from Fredericton on a steamboat to Meductic then overland. Did he have his own horse(s)? Household goods? Wagon to carry them? It seems most likely that he did because no chance of acquiring these items in that remote section of the country. It is also possible he may have been part of a group movement. Buckingham's and Cropley's from nearby Sunbury County and Queens took up residency in North Lake around the same time. How long he remained in the cabin is unknown. But on Nov 12, 1883, he purchased for $600, property known as Lot #16, from Joseph H Hall, his son in law. Located on the south side of the community at the foot of what became known as the "Boone Hill", the farm boasted 100 acres, over half of it in standing timber. Nearly 70 years later, his grandson, Basil (my father) would buy the property from Warden Boone, another grandson.
On Sep 16, 1895, Alex needed some ready cash which he obtained by taking out a mortgage on the farm for $200 with George Coulter, Douglas, NB (Vol 105, Page 355, LRO, Fredericton). It took him nine years to pay it off.
According to notes by Inez (Foster) Lounder, Alex continued with his carpentry to an advanced age. He built the school at Green Mountain around 1880 and the church in 1895. Eve Veysey mentions in her diary around this time that Alex is still working on the pews.Basil Boone remembers his grandfather as a witty individual always ready with a flip remark. For instance on returning home one day from his regular visit with his Granddaughter, Gertude Wood (married to Wesley Vantassel) at the "Point", he was asked by Sarah if Gertrude was glad to see him. Alex said he didn't know; she didn't say and she didn't wag her tail. "Hmmmph!" said Sarah.
North Lake, Oct. 4, 1913 - A very enjoyable event took place at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Alex Boone on Thursday, Sept. 25th, it being the 62nd anniversary of their wedding. A goodly number were present. Chief among the gatherings was Rev. J.E. Flewelling, rector of Canterbury, who made very pleasing remarks to the wedding party. A supper was given about five p.m. The first table consisted of the bride and groom and the family, of which only one son and one daughter were present. (A guess would be Charles, who lived with them, and Margaret who lived across the road.) Rev. Mr. Flewelling graced the head of the table.
Mr. and Mrs. Boone received may useful and costly presents, consisting of a substantial sum of money. Mr. and Mrs. Thos. Wetmore's gift was $5 in gold.
After an enjoyable time amidst jokes and hearty laughter, the guests in a body wished Mr. and Mrs. Boone sincere wishes for years of happiness together. Everyone expressed themselves well pleased with the time spent and left for their home at 9:30 p.m. They would enjoy another 11 years of wedded bliss.

Alice B. Gilpatrick, R.N., 98, wife of the late Roland Gilpatrick, died Feb 3, 2009, at her home in Weston. She was born Aug. 12, 1910, in North Lake, New Brunswick, the daughter of Charles F. and Pearl (Taylor) Boone. Alice was a registered nurse for 38 years. After her retirement she remained active in nursing, helping people in her surrounding area. Alice worked on the dairy farm with her husband and operated some of the equipment. She was one of the founders of East Grand Health Center and served on the board of directors. She was a member of Danforth Baptist Church and played the organ there for many years. She served on the board of directors of Danforth Residential Center. Alice was a member of Danforth Garden Club, the Knitting Guild, a local area book club, Aroostook Hospital Alumni Association, Houlton Regional Hospital Auxiliary, the school board and the Grange. She was a wonderful neighbor who would stop and visit going to or returning from work. A special thanks goes to all of Alice's caregivers and Dr. Ted Sussman. She is survived by a foster son, Sheldon Barker of Weston; three grandchildren, Christine McLaughlin, Susan Barker and William Barker; and their mother, Shirley Barker; four great-grandchildren, one great-great-grandchild; special friends, Gertrude Bartlett and Mildred Faulkner; many nieces, nephews, cousins and many friends too numerous to name. In addition to her husband, Roland; and her parents, she was predeceased by two sisters, Gwen Way and Winifred Smith. Friends may call 6-8 p.m. Thursday at Clay Funeral Home-Bartlett Chapel, 24 Houlton Road, Danforth, and noon- 2 p.m. Friday at Danforth Baptist Church. Funeral services will be held 2 p.m. Friday at the church with the Rev. Peter Grenier officiating. Friends and family are invited to a gathering after the funeral at First Settlers Lodge, Weston. Spring interment will be at Danforth Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the American Breast Cancer Association or Danforth Baptist Church. Donations may be left at the funeral home.

Alicia D. Boone of Nackawic, NB passed away November 6, 2012 at Fredericton, NB. Born at Fredericton, NB in 1986, she was a daughter of Dewayne and Jerilynn (Derrick) Boone.Alicia is survived by her parents of Nackawic, NB; three sisters, Julianne Boone, Erin Boone, both of Nackawic, NB and Kristy Boone (Joel), Douglas, NB; eight nieces and nephews, Michael, Marissa, Maria, Marielle, McKade, Dakota, Abigail and Alexandra; her maternal grandmother, Glenna Derrick, Canterbury, NB; several aunts, uncles and cousins. She was predeceased by her maternal grandfather, Eugene Derrick, paternal grandparents, Lois and Leslie Boone and an uncle Rickie Boone.A funeral service was held at Flewelling Funeral Home, 585 Otis Drive, Nackawic, NB on Saturday, November 10, 2012 at 2 p.m. with Rev. Ryan Farrell and Rev. Wayne Flowers officiating. Words of Remembrance was delivered by her sister, Erin Boone. Rev. Farrell shared Remembrances written by several family members. Special music was provided by by Rev. Flowers who sang and played the guitar as well as by soloist and organist, Kim White. A private interment took place at Otis Cemetery. A reception followed at the funeral home. Pallbearers were Jason Millie, Joel Demers, uncles, Larry Boone, Keith Boone, Brad Derrick and Lawrence Farrell.

Reortedly in Bridgewater, ME in 1890 working as a lumberman

The death of Allen C. D. Boone of Geary, NB occurred at the Dr. Everett Chalmers Hospital on Friday, March 28th, 2008. Born in Geary on July 15th, 1921, he was the son of the late Marvin and Etta (Smith) Boone. Allen graduated from Provincial Normal School in 1939 and began his teaching career. He held many teaching positions throughout New Brunswick for over 20 years and following that, he decided to become an office worker until his retirement. After his retirement, Allen loved to research genealogy. He is survived by his sister, Kathleen Drummond of Waasis, NB as well as several nieces and nephews. Allen was predeceased by his parents; sister, Florence; and brothers, Arnold and Alfred. There will be no visitation by request. A memorial service will be held at the Oromocto Select Community Funeral Home (357-5100) on Thursday, April 3rd, 2008 at 2:00 pm. Rev. Gerald Matthews officiating. Interment will take place at a later date in the Lower Geary Cemetery. For those who wish, memorial tributes in Allen's honor may be made to the Lung Association, the NB Heart and Stroke Foundation or to a charity of the donor's choice

The death of Alvin Gordon Boone (Uncle Dudley), husband of Alma (Sullivan) Boone, of McGivney, occurred on Friday, November 26, 2004 at the Dr. Everett Chalmers Regional Hospital, Fredericton, NB. Born in Geary, NB, he was a son of the late Gordon and Ruth (Carr) Boone. Alvin was an avid outdoorsman, enjoying hunting and fishing. Besides his wife, he is survived by one daughter, Ann (Stephan Vienneau) Hicks of McGivney, NB; adopted sons and daughter, Donnie Stennick, Terry Stennick, Luke Stennick, Travis Carr, Gordie Carr and Tina Stennick; three grandchildren, Gordon, Trisha and Kaylee; many adopted grandchildren; several nieces and nephews. In addition to his parents, Alvin was predeceased by one brother, Ronald and one sister Betty. Visitation will take place at York Funeral home, 302 Brookside Drive, Fredericton, NB on Sunday from 2 to 4 pm and 7 to 9 pm. The Funeral Service will be held on Monday, November 29, 2004 at 2 pm from the York Funeral Home's T. Gordon MacLeod Memorial Chapel. Interment will be in the McGivney Community Cemetery. Personal condolences may be offered through www.yorkfh.com

She is a twin to Harry. N.B. birth registration #00152.

The deaths of Anita Joanne (Boone) Jones and her husband, Theodore Harold "Ted" Jones, long-time residents of Fredericton, occurred at their home on September 9, 2023.Born in Fredericton on September 19, 1943, Anita was the eldest daughter of Allan Ernest and Faye Miriam (Flewelling) Boone. She was educated in Fredericton schools and at the University of New Brunswick, from which she received B.A. and B. Ed. degrees. She attended a French summer school on St. Pierre and Miquelon prior to beginning her teaching career at Simonds Regional High School in Saint John. In 1969 she returned to Fredericton to teach at Fredericton High School. For three of her many years there, she was head of the French Department. She did substitute teaching for several years while her son was young, and then returned to full-time teaching, completing her career in education at F.H.S in 2001.Over the years she developed an interest, begun by her parents, in local history.
Following her marriage to Ted Jones in 1972, she assisted him in researching, editing, and proofreading for his several books, including a biography of H.A. Cody and two volumes entitled Both sides of the Wire about the Fredericton Internment Camp. For three years she contributed articles for each issue of The Officers' Quarterly for the York-Sunbury Historical Society. In retirement, she and her husband co-authored two books on local history, Fredericton and Its People and Historic Fredericton North. They received the Fredericton Heritage Trust Award for 2006 for their research and writing. At the time of her death, she was working on a comprehensive biography of Lemuel Allan Wilmot.Anita Jones was a lifelong member of Wilmot United Church, where she sang in the choir and volunteered as a church librarian in her earlier years. She served two terms on the Official Board, and in 2002 wrote The Story of Wilmot United Church, Fredericton, New Brunswick, 1791-2002.
She is survived by her son, Adam Welsey Jones (and his life partner, Amber Richards) of Moncton, and by her beloved grandson, Daniel Allan Jones (and his mother, Natalie), of Fredericton. Also surviving are her two sisters, Beverly Colpitts (Charles) of Ottawa and their children, Jeffrey Colpitts (Rongs) and Laura Burns (Craig), Marilyn Noble (Bruce) of Fredericton and their children, Edward Noble (Peggy) and Robert Noble; three other nieces, and numerous cousins. She was predeceased by her parents and by her sister-in-law, Victoria Frances Jones.Her remains are resting at McAdam's Funeral Home, 160 York Street. Visitation for Anita and Ted will take place on Monday, September 18th, 2023, from 7-9pm, and again on Tuesday, September 19, 2023, from 12-2pm, which will be followed by a funeral service at 2pm at the J.A. McAdam Memorial Chapel, with Rev. Mary Tingley officiating. A reception will take place after the funeral in the adjoining room. Anita and Ted will be interred on Wednesday, September 20, 2023 in a private family ceremony at the Fredericton Rural Cemetery Extension.
For those who wish, memorial donations may be made to the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation, the Canadian Cancer Society, the Heart and Stroke Foundation, or a charity of the donor's choice. Online condolences are gratefully accepted at www.mcadamsfh.com.

Every night the whole Hall family would play cards after dinner. From time to time Annie (Boone) Hall would leave Forest City, New Brunswick to visit her daughter Claire in Brewer to help out with her Legasse grandkids. Annie Boone died shortly after her farmhouse burned down.The Halls had a farm, but her husband, Joseph Hall (1852-1919), disliked farming and worked as the Superintendent of Mill Tannery at the local mill. The Hall boys also disliked farming, so the daughters did all the farm work and house work.

Jan 5, 1952 Funeral services for Mrs Annie E. McQuarrie, 55, of Hodgdon, were held Tuesday at the Dunn Funeral Home with Rev. Paul Kierstead officiating.
The daughter of George and Maude Veysey Boone, she was born July 13, 1896 at Forest City, N.B., and died in Hartford, Conn., January 4, after a short illness. A resident of Hodgdon, she lived in Hartford for the past two months.
Surviving are her husband, Hallie McQuarrie of Hodgdon, two sons, George of Cary and Clifford of Boston; four daughters, Mrs Clifton Rockwell and Mrs Nelson Blinn of Houlton, Mrs Paul Addington of Hodgdon, Mrs James W. Piper of Portland, Oregon; two brothers, Otto and Basil of Forest City, N.B., four sisters, Mrs Clinton Gillispie of Canterbury, N.B., Mrs Max Goldin of Providence, R.I., Mrs Clarence Buckingham of Forest City, Maine, Miss Ella Boone of Portland; and 10 grandchildren.
Interment will be in the Hodgdon cemetery in the spring.

Daily Gleaner, February 23, 1903 The very sad death occurred at the home of her mother at St. Mary's on Saturday afternoon, of Annie F. Irvine, wife of Dr. W.H. Irvine, the well known dentist of this city, who passed away after a lingering illness from lung trouble. The late Mrs. Irvine was 28 years of age and a daughter of the late James Boone. She leaves a sorrowing mother, three sisters, Mrs. Wm. Blaine, Mrs. W. Burden and Miss Minnie, and one brother, Holland, who resides at St. Mary's. A bereft husband and two children, the younger an infant of 10 months also survived, deprived of a kind and affectionate wife and mother. The deceased was highly esteemed in a large circle of acquaintances and her death will be heard with profound regret. What makes this peculiarly say, a sister of the deceased (Louise) died just one week ago. The funeral took place from the residence of the deceased's mother this afternoon at 3 o'clock and was largely attended. Rev. F.C. Hartley conducted the service and interment was made in the Rural Cemetery, John G. Adams having charge of the arrangements.

Annis B. Cook, 94, died Jan. 9, 1984, at a local nursing home after a long illness. She was born Feb 27, 1889, at Presque Isle, the daughter of Dr. Sherman W. Boone, M.D., and Elizabeth (Bird) Boone. She was a communicant of St. john's Episcopal Church.
Mrs. Cook graduated from Presque Isle High School and attended Mount Allison College in Nova Scotia. He was house mother at Phi Eta Kappa Fraternity of UMO from 1946 to 1960 and house mother of the Phi Delta Theta Fraternity of Colby College in Waterville from 1966 to 1967.
She is survived by one son, retired Army Lt. Col. Robert B. Cook, of Felton, Calif.; one grandson, Paul R. Cook of Ben Lomond, Calif.; one sister, Mrs. Vaughan (Margaret) Parsons, of Presque Isle; several nieces and nephews.
There will be no calling hours. Burial Office will be said 10:30 a.m. Friday a St. John's Episcopal church with Rev. Richard Watson officiating. Spring interment will be in Fairmount Cemetery.

Mr. Arlie Boone of this place and Miss Hazel McFawn of Mill Settlement, Sunbury Co., were quietly married on Wednesday, 14th inst., in St. John by Rev. F.S. Foster. They returned home via Danforth by auto. A reception was held at the home of the groom's parents, Mr. and Mrs. W.W. Boone, on Friday evening. Relatives, friends and acquaintances to the number of over eighty sat down to a sumptuous wedding supper. An old-time charivari was the in order. After the serenade, the bride and groom passed an abundance of candy, nuts, etc., among the guests. The gentlemen were also supplied with cigars. Many costly and practical gifts were presented to the happy couple. Both Mr. and Mrs. Boone are held in the highest esteem in this place, the latter having taught school here. We wish them long years of wedded bliss.Until his retirement, Arlie farmed at Green Mountain beside Alex's property and across the road from his aunt Margaret Wetmore. The picture of me and Arlie's horse was taken in 1952 after raking loose hay into windrows. In the background is the Wetmore farm and the old James Crone property to the right.By 1964 they were living on St Andrew's street in Woodstock where they celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary on Oct 11, 1964. The local paper reported all the family present.Mrs Edward Hebert (Mary), their daughter, made the wedding cake and served it. Tea was poured by Mrs Delbert Boone and Mrs Arthur Boone, and served by Miss Evelyn Boone, Miss Linda Hebert and Miss Betty Boone, grand-daughters.During the day, they received a telephone call from grand-daughter, Barbara Boone, Anniston, Alabama, and a telegram from Clifford Hebert, Dartmouth, NS.Mrs Boone attended Teacher's College and taught several years in the schools of NB. Mr Boone joined the Orange Order in his youth and received his 50 year pin in 1963. (Note:- About 20 years later one day he was visiting my father when I happened to be there. He mentioned the Orange Lodge. Did you know, I asked him, that the Orange Order was started by two members of the Masonic Fraternity? I might as well hit him with a hammer. To think his beloved fraternity may have had any connection with that - that - mysterious group the Masons, simply bordered on heresy. It is true, by the way.
The paper went on to say that on the previous Wednesday evening, friends and neighbors in this part of town had a get-together for the couple at their home. They received many useful gifts.On Apr 5, 1978, the Bugle carried a story on "84-year old Arlie Boone passing the long winter by hooking rugs" Over the past five years he hooked about 25 of them after learning to be a "happy hooker" while spending the winter with his daughter, Mary, in Dartmouth, NS.Even as he approached his 90th birthday, he would hike from his home down to Stedman's for coffee and chat with "the boys". Quite a remarkable man

Daily Gleaner, April 4, 1988 Arthur Allison Boone of Stanley died at the Dr. Everett Chalmers Hospital on pril 3, after a brief illness. He was 62.
Born in Aroostook Junction, He was a son of Vivian Ellis Hatheway and the late Arthur Edwin Boone.
He ws self-employed mechanic and a member of St. Thomas Anglican Church, Stanley.
He is survived by his mother; his wife Edith Grace (Douglass) Boone; one daughter, Mrs. James Floyed (Teresa) of Fredericton; one son, Thomas Allison Boone of Stanley; one sister, Mrs. Kenneth Schmidt (Betty) of New Denmark; and one brother, Donald Murray Boone of Aroostook Junction. He was predeceased by his father and a brother, Gordon.
Interment will be made in the Anglican Church Cemetery, Stanley.

Basil went by a variety of names (Jim, Zeeb), including a few that were applied in the heat of an argument, but the most common was "Hillbilly". Not because of his backwoods aura, but to distinguish him from his cousin with the same name living in the same commumity. Still, in some ways, the nickname fitted him like a glove.
From birth till death he never traveled any further than 200 miles from where he first saw the light of day. And then only if he could not find any excuse not to. Distaining any profession that would require regular hours, he much preferred working at seasonal jobs in the woods, guiding, trapping; in short, anything to keep him outside and in touch with nature. Of course the consequences of this life-style was that he had little in the way of material goods. Just enough to get by: an old house (no such thing as a mortgage), a well-used car or half-ton, boat and motor and so on. In retrospect, all perfectly natural for him.During the early years of marriage, he and mother bounced around from relative to relative, living here for a few months, then moving on. For example, during the winter they were married, 1932-33, they lived with his sister Edith. In April, 1933, they moved to Fosterville to live in a house owned by his brother-in-law, Dalton Carr where they stayed until Fall, then moved in with Anne Howe for the winter. The following spring they share accomodation with Earl Atkinson until October, 1934, then moved back in with Edith. During 1937 and 1938 they lived with Anne Howe (where I was born), spent a year with Wesley (Jim) Farrell, before finally moving into a place of their own on Green Mountain. It was hardly the Tah Mahal, but it was theirs. Constructed from logs, the building had one room and not exactly closed tight to the weather. It was not uncommon to wake on a winter's morning to find a fine layer of snow on the bedcovers where it has sifted in around the window. Although only three or four at the time, I can vaguely remember this. But this was only a temporary dwelling. Basil tore down the old Vantassell house at the Point (Balm of Gilead), carted the lumber home and built a fine storey and a half directly in front of the "camp" as we called it. It had a kitchen, livingroom and two bedrooms upstairs with a porch on front. Bare studs adorned the walls, not a lick of insulation, so it took the cook stove and parlor heater both to keep the temperature above freezing in the winter. Eight cord of wood did the trick. But hey, it was home. Here my little sister, Joan, was born in November, 1943 and died a month later. I remember the neighborhood ladies preparing her little body for burial and holding a short service right there in the livingroom. When we moved to Forest City, temporarily for the winter and spring of 1944, then permanently in August of that year, the house was sold to Warden Boone who moved it a couple of miles to his father's land. Warden eventually moved to Maine and sold the house to Charles Atkinson who moved it onto the land where Alex Boone lived. Basil rebought the house and land in 1951, lived there for two years while cutting the pulp from the land, then moved back to Forest City. He sold the house to Richard Atkinson who moved it to Canterbury where it is still standing today looking somewhat forlorn and showing its age. That house moved almost as many times as Basil. Basil never had much formal education. He attended a one room school in Green Mountain reaching the fourth or fifth reader, probably the equivalent of grade five or six. But he could write well and was a voracious reader. Most of his "education" came from this activity as well as hands-on experience. And when it came to the great outdoors, he knew his stuff. He could fall a tree on a dime, build a fire in pouring rain, cook a meal, put up a temporary shelter, hunt, fish, and find his way home in pitch darkness over hill and dale through the woods. Like all guides, he had a fondness for telling tall tales to the people he escorted around the lakes or during a hunting trip. I suppose to these sportsmen from such faraway places as New York, Pennsylvania, or Ohio, this grizzled guide fit the image. Basil played it to the hilt. During a fishing expedition on Spednic Lake with a man and wife team, the lady spotted a distant water fowl. She inquired as to what it was. Basil informed her it was a loon. When she wanted to know if they were good eating, Basil had his opening."Only if they are cooked properly," he said. Now her interest began to rise. She readied her pencil and paper and asked Basil for the receipe.He told her: "First, you find a large, round, smooth stone, place it in a large container, fill with water, add salt and bring it to a boil. Place the loon, feathers and all, on the rock in the boiling water and cook vigorously for five hours. Then add vegetables and cook one more hour. The lady is writing all this down. "And then...?" she asked? "Then," said Basil, "you throw away the loon and eat the rock." It took a minute, but she finally got the message: a loon is too tough to eat.
One other occasion he was on the lake with only his dog for company idling away a summer evening when another boat drifted by with another guide and sportsman aboard. Admiring the dog, the sport asked about the breed. He's a bass dog," replied Basil, "worth about $4000". The sport, never having heard about this kind of dog, expressed a curious interest. He wanted to know what they were known for. "Just what the name implies," said Basil. "He is something like a birddog, only he hunts for bass fish. When you get to where you think it may be good bass fishing, you tie the anchor around the dog's neck and throw him overboard. The dog would walk around on the bottom sniffing for bass towing the boat along behind him. When the boat stops, that's where the bass are." The "city-slicker" was amazed. "Won't the dog drown?" He was becoming a bit skeptical. "Of course," said Basil. "You can only use them once. That's why they are so expensive." 
With his knowledge of the field and stream, we never lacked for food. A crack shot, he could lever off a magazine of ammo from his old .32 special rifle like it was an automatic. He later acquired a .308 savage that he swore by. Never had much use for a shotgun, but did use a .22 rifle for his trap line. He loved to hunt otter. Not only for the valuable pelt (which was often the only income he would see just before Christmas), but because the otter is an extremely intelligent animal that presented him with a challenge. They are so fast, you generally only got one chance at getting off a shot. I recall one early spring day we were checking out some traps near Mud Lake Falls when he spotted an otter feeding on a rock quite a distance from shore and directly in front of the falls. The lake was frozen enough to walk on, but this area was dangerous because of the water current. The otter would dive through a hole near the rock, pop back up a minute later with a clam, get back on the rock for a tidbit. After watching the pattern for a few minutes, Basil took aim with the .22 rifle and as the otter settled on the rock, he fired. Almost before the crack of the rifle reached my ears, that otter had disappeared into the hole. Almost as quick, he came back up and flopped out on the ice to lay still.Basil took a long stick and began to crawl on his stomach across the ice to where the otter lay. When he was close enough, he hooked the animal with the stick, and slowly crawled back to shore. He had hit the animal in the neck attesting to his sharp eye and steady hand. The scary thing though, the next day, that entire area was open water.
He wasn't always so lucky and not get wet. A short distance from this location, the lake (which is actually a wide stream created by the old dam which in turn created the Falls) narrows to a distance of only 50 feet or so across. There is a noticeable current through this gut that rarely freezes to any safe thickness. One always skirted this area into the rocky, wooded shoreline when walking by. One snapping cold day in mid-winter he was hiking along and either forgot about the danger, or more likely ignored it, when he dropped through the ice to his armpits. Although the water is deep at this point, the ice was solid enough around him that he managed to claw his way back out of the hole. He was a walking cake of ice when he reached home a mile away. He seemed to suffer no ill effects. Just another of those little things to take in stride.
Probably a good thing that mishaps didn't overly faze him. God knows he had enough of them. When his youngest son, Dana, was about seven he tested the soundness of Basil's head with a peevy handle. Not intentionally, of course, but with enough vigor to bring Basil to his knees. The old '46 Ford station wagon needed some repairs which were done on the grassy area next to the house. After completion, Basil was bent over picking up some loose odds and ends left over, moving to and fro in his quest, quite ignoring what was going on around him. Thus he failed to see Dana tossing a ball up in the air so he could hit a home run with his sawed off peevy handle. Up went the ball, a mighty swing back to be in position to hit the ball when it dropped, only on the back swing Basil's head was well within the arc of travel. The resounding "bonk" could be heard across the yard. I looked up to see Basil staggering backwards, knees bend, hands to his head, moaning something intelligible. All I could make out was "Oh. Oh. Oh." Dana, eyes as big as saucers, thought he had killed his father.
Nah. He had a king-sized headache for an hour or two, a lump for a reminder but that was gone in a week. That little incident almost ranked up there with the ice snowball Dana threw at his sister, which naturally missed her and hit Basil on the side of the head. Once more, he sagged to his knees. Another headache and a lump. It's a wonder Dana ever managed to make it to his teens.
Actually, I think Basil moved under a dark cloud much like that little character created by Al Capp in L'il Abner comic strip: Joe Mzxyp (or however he spelled it). One day while the car rested on a jack so he could crawl underneath to fix a muffler, it came down with a crash on top of him. Now this would have killed a lesser mortal, but because it was on the barn floor which had some weak spots in it, the weight of the car simply drove Basil through the floorboards into the space below. Somewhat bruised and shaken, he emerged unrepentant. Little wonder we only raised an eyebrow when a radiater hose came apart on his truck spewing antifreeze on his face. Shoving the hose blindly back to where it should have been, he stuck his finger into the whirling fan splitting it from nail to knuckle. A little adhesive tape closed the wound to heal with nary a scar.
Basil inherited some of his grandfather's carpentry skills but none of the finess for detail. Although he could solve just about any building problem from a loose rocking chair to a hole in the wall with a hammer, spike and haywire, he never really had the necessary tools to work with. But with an axe, a hand plane, a piece of broken glass, he could fashion an axe handle that would rival a commercial product. He could whittle out dancing dolls, repair a canoe or boat, build a fire pit outdoors and more. But do that stuff for a living? Perish the thought. He gave away as much as received.
His taste for alcohol, or lack of it, rarely came about. But on occasion, he could, and did, get a wee drap too much. On once such occasion, I was sitting at the kitchen table when he more or less fell in the back door, laughing so hard he couldn't talk. All he could get out, "I shot the wrong pig". It seems the next door neighbor, Carl Higgs, wanted Basil to slaughter one of his hogs for winter. Like I say, Basil had many talents. Normally, he would give the unlucky pig a blow to the head with a mallet, then bleed it before plunging it into boiling water to scrape away the bristles. This day he decided to shoot the pig with the .22 rifle. But before they got started, Carl thought perhaps a nip of old John Barleycorn might remove some of the chill. One sip led to another...and another. Finally, Bertha, Carl's wife, was getting a bit annoyed at their tippling, called Carl to the house for a bit of a lecture. While he was gone, Basil decided to get on with the job. Bang. Down went the pig and by the time Carl got back all was in readiness for the boiling pot. Except, Basil shot the wrong pig. Apparently Carl had two pigs, one a sow that he planned on breeding over the winter, the other a younger boar. It was the boar slated for slaughter. But now the sow lay stretched out ready for the knife. All Carl could do was sputter, then they got to laughing so hard they could barely stand. Really fed up by now, Bertha sent Basil home and Carl into the house, then called a neighbor to finish what those two had started. They were not allowed to play together for week after that little episode.
When retirement became official in 1974, it meant for the first time in his life he had a steady income. Working for the Government now, he used to say as he waved his old age pension check. He tinkered away at odds and ends, building a cedar cabin on the old homestead, clearing away bushes, just to put in the time. For hours he would sit on the lawn in front of the house in a loose cloud of Raid to keep away mosquitoes, gossiping with all and sundry who happened to pass that way. Albert Deveau, a talented man with a chainsaw, carved a likeness of Basil from a pine log standing on end near the end of the driveway that drew people from all over. He posed for hundreds of photos (like the one above) beside the carving. It's doubtful if he ever saw a camera he didn't like.Throughout his life, Basil enjoyed good health considering all the mishaps. His first visit to a doctor had an amusing overtone. Discovering blood in his stool one morning, he had no doubt the cause was cancer of the colon. Sitting around in a blue funk for a few days, he eventually agreed to see a doctor for whatever treatment may be deemed necessary. The doctor, amazed that Basil had never required medical treatment til that point, proceeded to give him a thorough examination, including all the questions that only doctors can ask. Basil, quite agitated by this seemingly unnecessary and totally useless process, kept pressing for a diagnosis of his problem. Finally, the doctor said, "Good heavens man! Have you never heard of haemoroids?" Basil floated out of his office.
The worst had yet to come. Around 1988, he developed respitory problems associated with emphysema. Asthma, he called it. He and Wally Knox, the local customs officer, used to compare daily notes on their "puffers", sort of an informal help group with two members. During the next five years, his condition gradually worsened until he required oxygen on a regular basis. Activity slowed to a crawl. He fought off several bouts of pneumonia, rallying back each time to the amazement of family and doctors alike. Also during this period, he developed cancer on his lower lip requiring surgery and radiation treatment. That seemed to cure that problem, at least for the time being. But as his lungs deteriorated, the body weakened, and the cancer returned with a vengeance. No more treatments, he said. Nature will take its course.
It's hard to say what finally gave out. His heart, so strong for so long, obviously could not continue its monumental struggle to pump oxygen starved blood thoughout the body. The cancer slowly devoured his lower lip, then began its insidual advance on the lower jaw inside his mouth. Painkillers were necessary.
All through his ordeal, he remained at home in familiar surroundings tended to by his wife assisted by his daughter, a RNA. Finally late in the afternoon, without having spoken a word all day, the body gave up. The last surviving member of his immediate family, Basil went to his eternal rest one month before his 89th birthday.Father could be a cantankerous sort, opinionated, and never apologized for being wrong in his life (as far as he was concerned, he never was wrong, only a bit mixed up at times). Yet he was a good man, an honest man with friends and acquaintances from far and wide. It is interesting to note how he spanned the greatest advancement of knowledge in any generation before or since. Born in 1909 when travel in his community was limited to walking or horse and buggy, only a mere 60 years later man walked on the moon. Quite a thing to absorb all in one lifetime.
Rest well, Basil. The world is a better place for you having existed.

When we moved to Forest City in August 1944, dad bought a house for $175 from Basil William Boone, his cousin. That meant the community now had two Basil Boone's living side by side. To avoid confusion, Basil William became known as "Bog Basil" since he lived in the lower part of the landscape; dad had the name "Hillbilly" tacked on him in reference to his former residence on Green Mountain. "Bog Basil" heartily disliked that particularly nickname and so, because he was the elder, became known as "grandpappy", or simply "gramp". Grandpappy farmed a little, had a 8-10 herd of jersey cows, team of horses, chickens, pigs that seemed to provide him with a decent living. A very conscientious individual, everything had to be just right, especially the haying operation. If the slightest bit of moisture remained on the mown grass, it stayed on the ground until completely dry. He deathly feared fire in his barn from damp hay erupting in spontaneous combustion. Consequently, stowing away hay in his steel roofed barn on a blistering hot afternoon in late July usually resulted in a loss of ten pounds in sweat. His brother in law, Clint Gillispie, used to raze him about being so fussy, but Gramp never changed until he died.
The old house is long gone, but the barn is still standing in good condition. The property of 50 acres is now split between three onwers: I have 4 acres, my sister, Nancy, and her husband own about 21 acres; and Blaine Higgs, the remaining 25. Less than six of those acres are kept mowed as a lawn, the remainder grown up in cedar and white pine.

Provided the information on James Herbert Boone's family, on Oct 25, 1992

PANB births 1810-1899 records his birth as Apr 30, 1974 in North Lake, NB as does the 1901 Census

Raised by Tom Howe and went by the name of Howe See his parents Charles E Boone & Charlotte Stiles

Birth date taken from death certificate #058035 issued at Fredericton on Nov 27, 1933

C. Humphrey Boone: Hero of the Klondike --Franklin Luke Lawson Charles Humphrey Boone] (1855-1933) was born at Douglas, York County, New Brunswick, 25 January 1855, the son of Charles Boone (1836-1868) and Maria P. (White) Boone (1840-1868).
On 08 July 1878 Humphrey married Elizabeth Charlotte (Ward) Dennison Yeomans (1845-1931),a daughter of Robert Ward (b. 1810) and Charlotte (Sanderson) Ward (b. 1809) of Ward Settlement. (Elizabeth Charlotte Ward had been married twice before: first to Edward Dennison, with whom she had a son, Michael Dennison; then to Benjamin Yeomans, no children; then to Humphrey.) In 1898 Humphrey became a member of the George Black Party that went to the Klondike to search for gold.
Headline: FREDERICTON HERO Humphrey Boone, of Geo. Black Party Distinguishes Himself in the Klondike.
The following, from the Vancouver World of 22 inst., will be read with much interest by Mr. Boone's many friends here. Mr. Boone was with his party when Mr. Geo. Black left them on Oct. 10th. It is evident that Mr. Boone had been employed by the English gentleman mentioned to assist them out of their difficulties and help them to the coast. How well he did so is told in the World's article. Mr. Geo. Black left Vancouver on Oct. 17th for Skagway and would be on the steamer up from Vancouver which met the Islander coming down. From the way the article quoted below reads, the inference might be drawn that the Black party were in need of provisions. Such an inference would be erroneous as when Geo. Black Wrote home after leaving his party in October he stated that they were provisioned for a year yet.
The World says: - By the steamer Islander coming from Victoria this morning was a party of five northern men, who arrived by the Rosalie last night from Skagway. One of the five was Geo. Batt-Mills, of England. Both his feet were more or less frozen and though the greatest care was taken in getting him to his bed he fainted before that necessary operation was completed. The other members of the party were J. E. Jaeg, who went north with Mr. Batt-Mills; Dr. Boyle, the physician at Lake Bennett, who came down to take care of the wounded gentleman; C. H. Boone, of Fredericton, N. B., to whose skill and courage the injured man probably owed his life.
Mr. Boone this afternoon gave a very interesting and graphic account of the trip that nearly cost them their lives. Mr. Batt-Mills is a wealthy Englishman whose fame as a big game hunter has not infrequently been commented upon. "We had all been camping near Sutlin River," said Mr. Boone. "After going in by Skagway Batt- Mills' party went down the rivers and lakes until they struck the mouth of the Hootalinqua. From there they prospected and explored the country to Teslin so that by the first of November they had joined ours and other parties in winter camp quarters near the lake. We wanted provisions and in order to stake claims it was necessary for us to go to the coast. We determined to go over the divide across country to Tagish post. On November 9th, Batt-Mills, Jaeg and I left, as the party to make the trip and for several days we made good time. The 9m was a Wednesday and it was a week from the next Sunday that Batt-Mills' feet were frozen. On the Tuesday following I discovered it and then our troubles began. The weather had been fine up to that Sunday, but then it came to the thermometer 36 degrees below zero and the wind blowing a gale. We were in an exposed position on the mountain. On Monday our leader complained of his feet being painful and on Tuesday I insisted that he should have his boots taken off. He wore a pair of larrigans and one pair of Worcester socks, which of course, were not warm enough." Mr. Boone speaks with a New Brunswick moose-hunting education.
"When l pulled off his socks the skin came off his feet and toes. Of course I saw that they were frozen, but there was nothing else for it and I laughed at him, telling him that his feet were C. Humphrey Boone: Hero of the Klondike simply blistered by the kind of footwear he was using. We were then 40 miles away from Tagish Post. Batt-Mills could not travel more than four miles a day and we had provisions for three days longer. Well, he struggled along in splendid style. I never saw such grit before, especially for a man who never did a day's work in his life. I had his feet wrapped in woolens and with rubber boots he stumped along very well.
"On Friday we ate the last of our grub and I thought it was all over with us. We were still 30 miles from Tagish or anywhere else. On Saturday we got out at daybreak, walked six miles and camped again at night with nothing at all to eat and the travelling very rough. On Sunday morning Jaeg and I went to find an old Indian trail and on it almost the first thing we met Tagish Jim and two Indian women. They gave us a pound of beef and a cup of flour for only $4. With that back at camp we made soup and went ahead a few more miles that day. Next morning we struck out early and got to Tagish Post before night, having travelled 10 miles. During the last half-dozen miles Batt-Mills' mind was wandering and he got along Without a complaint. He said afterwards that he could hear children singing and imagined that he was back again in England." At Bennett, Dr. Boyle amputated several of the injured man's toes and probably one more will be amputated in Vancouver before the Englishman leaves for home.
The members of Mr. Boone's New Brunswick party were Geo. Black, Geo. Graham, Geo. Pinder, Geo. Amiraux, Sam Hoskins and W. W. Boddy.
SOURCE: The Daily Gleaner, Fredericton, N. B., 30 December 1899.BACK TO KLONDIKE C. H. Boone Gone to Atlin, Where He Will Join Geo. Black.
Mr. Chas. E. Neill of Vancouver has written a letter to a friend here in which he mentions having seen Geo. Black when he recently passed through there on his way to the Atlin Lake district. Mr. Neill also writes that he had a call from Mr. C. Humphrey Boone after he landed at Vancouver with the two English gentlemen whom he had guided out of the country, an account of which has previously appeared in these columns. Mr. Boone started almost immediately to return to the Klondike and is going to Atlin. He is engaged by a Dr. Boyle to guide and assist him into the country and is receiving good pay and all expenses. When Mr. Boone reaches Atlin he will rejoin Geo. Black, who is on his way to the same district, and together they will rejoin their party at their camp and claim on the Hootalinqua.
SOURCE: The Daily Gleaner, Fredericton, N. B., 12 January 1900.
The George Black party discontinued their prospecting in the Klondike in 1901. A few years later Humphrey went back to the Klondike and worked there for a short time. He again returned to New Brunswick and became a cook at various lumber camps throughout the province.
Charles Humphrey Boone, a hero of the Klondike, died 26 November 1933 and was buried at Forest Hill Cemetery, Fredericton.

The passing of Charles Robert Boone of Oromocto occurred on Friday, April 10th, 2009, at the Oromocto Public Hospital. He was 79. Born in Fredericton Junction NB, the son of the late Samuel Edward and Caroline (Horseman) Boone. A truck driver for many years with Devon Lumber, Charles enjoyed reading Western Novels and working on Jigsaw puzzles as well as being a very loving father and best friend to his wife of 47 years Mary Christine Gabriel. Survived by wife Mary Christine Gabriel Boone, one daughter, Roberta Ann Boone at home in Fredericton, son Roger Edward Boone of Abbotsford, BC; two step-children, Simon Jerome Gabriel of Calgary Alberta, Harold Thomas Gabriel of Tracy, NB; five grandchildren, Nigel Boone of Victoria, BC, Alison Gabriel of Halifax, NS, Joseph Gabriel (Terry Lynn) of St. Mary's, Caitlynn Boone of Calgary, Alberta, Austin Hay of Fredericton; as well as one great-grandson, Myles Joseph Gabriel of St. Mary's; one cousin, Mabel Delong of Saint John; two special nieces, Jackie and Lorie of Pleasant Point, Maine, USA as well as several other nieces and nephews. He was predeceased by his parents, two brothers, John Vincent and Edward Boone, as well as one sister, Mary Wolcott. Respecting the wishes of Charles no visitation or funeral service will be held. Interment will take place in Saint Anthony's Cemetery at a later date. For those who wish, memorials may be made to the Heart & Stroke Foundation or to the Fredericton SPCA.