Frank Duval is my 2nd great grandfather.
This photo of his headstone is quite old. I imagine it was taken sometime between 1919 and 1921.
When Frank died, his wife was two months shy of turning 39. His oldest child was 19 years old and his youngest child was just 2 1/2 – there were five of them in all.
That monument up there looks pretty expensive. Especially for the widowed mother of five.
As the 2nd great granddaughter of Frank and Alice, I’m especially glad to see that she chose to memorialize him as “My Loving Husband”.
I imagine it was hard for her to leave Canada after his death.
I wonder if his monument is still standing? One day, I’d like to go pay my respects and find out.
That is the first thing I wondered when I saw his beautiful headstone: “Is it still standing, and if so, what does it look like today?” Any idea which 62nd Battalion he was in? That has aroused my curiosity as well. Canada wasn’t involved in the Spanish American War??
The 62nd Battalion was an infantry battalion of the Canadian Expeditionary Force during WWI.
It’s a beautiful memorial, however it came to be. I wonder how tall it really is–there isn’t much to compare it to in the landscape, for scale.
Thank you. I wondered the same. I imagine it’s a few feet tall at least but it is hard to tell with nothing to compare to.
It does look very sculptural. It would be really cool to find it in tact and still standing. What do you suppose he died of? Is that about the right window for Spanish Flu carried home from the War?
Here is an excerpt from a blog post I wrote about his wife Alice that explains the circumstances of his death:
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Ancestor Story – Alice Hyde – 52 Ancestors
April 24, 2014 by thegenealogygirl 14 Comments
Francis Cyprien, Francis Henry, Elvera & Alice Hyde Duval, 1903 Oakland California
Duval Family, about 1903 in Oakland, California. Francis Cyprien, Francis Henry, Annie Marie Elvera & Alice Hyde Duval.
On Monday I posted a photo of Grandfather Hyde and asked for opinions on my assessment of which Grandfather Hyde was in the photo. This spurred a whole lot of conversation between myself and Alex of Root to Tip. She dug up a few records for me and then my curiosity completely changed my research plans for the week in an exciting way. Since I have the Hyde family dominating my thoughts I decided to write about my most recent direct-line Hyde ancestor, Alice Hyde, my 2nd great grandmother.
Alice was born 29 July 1880 in Muskoka, Ontario, Canada to William Henry Hyde and Ann Whiteley. Alice was born 7 years and 5 months after her parents were married but as far as I can tell, she is their first child.
When Alice was just four years old, her mother Ann died as the result of childbirth while the family was living in Golden, British Columbia, Canada. Henry was away for work at the time of this tragedy. I imagine it was quite a shock to return home to his small, motherless family. Just shy of two months later, he marries Ann’s younger sister Alice in York, York, England and leaves his daughter Rosey to live with his parents in Sheffield, York, England. He kept Alice with him. Rosey may or may not be the child born just prior to Ann’s death. I wrote more about that here.
Alice is now the step daughter of her aunt who is also named Alice. So now there are two Alice Hydes in the family and they are only about 11 years apart in age. I wonder what that was like for young Alice?
Alice Hyde and her step mother Alice Whiteley Hyde.
Alice Hyde and her step mother Alice Whiteley Hyde.
Alice and her family eventually settled in Fairbanks, Alaska. Henry was known for having the first successful working farm in Fairbanks. During the year 1896 Henry became acquainted with a man by the name of Francis Cyprien Duval. Henry tried to convince Frank to claim a piece of land near his farm and try his hand at homesteading. Frank wasn’t interested. He had left Quebec to get away from farming. He was bound for Dawson.
At the age of 16 Alice left her father’s home with Frank and together they traversed the famous Chilkoot Pass. They beat the Gold Rush by an entire year. Frank was able to do well mining in Dawson. He and Alice were married 12 November 1897 in Dawson, Alaska.
At least seven children were born to this union:
Annie Marie Elvera Duval, 2 December 1899, in Oakland, California
Francis Henry Duval, 10 May 1901, in Oakland, California
Leon Howard Duval, 5 September 1907, in Fairbanks, Alaska
Delores Lenore Duval, 27 April 1909, in Fairbanks, Alaska
Male Duval, died 15 February 1915, age 0, in Lynn Creek, British Columbia
Alexander Valmore Duval, 26 August 1916, in Lynn Valley, British Columbia
One additional child was born and died prior to 1910, details currently unknown.
Frank and Alice began their marriage in the wild Gold Rush town of Dawson, Alaska. After a short time they claimed land near Alice’s father’s farm on the Chena Slough 6 miles outside of Fairbanks. They spent the summers in Alaska and the winters in California. Frank built them a cabin in Alaska and they purchased a home in Oakland. My great grandfather, Francis Henry Duval, shared some lovely memories of the homestead in Alaska during an interview with my mom in the 70s. I recently re-listened to this recording and was excited to find answers to several of the questions I had. Among the many details, he talked about their garden. They kept a greenhouse in Alaska and had stoves in there to keep everything warm. They planted their vegetables in the greenhouse much earlier than anyone else. They would begin harvesting their lettuces, tomatoes and the like in the spring. They loaded their bounty into a canoe and took them into Fairbanks and sold them to restaurants. He shared many other interesting details that make it pretty clear that Frank and Alice were very industrious.
After the big San Fransisco earthquake in 1906, a real estate man wrote to Frank and Alice to let them know that their house had been completely destroyed. He offered to sell the land for them. The Duvals decided to stay in Alaska and sell the land.
Alice’s children were getting older. In order to attend school they had to walk along the railroad tracks for about 3 miles to arrive at the schoolhouse. Alice would send Vera and if the weather was good she would also send young Frank. She wanted her children to be able to attend school more easily and she wanted them to have a better education. In 1908 her father Henry died in Fairbanks. I’m sure this strengthened her resolve to leave. She was eventually able to persuade Frank to leave the homestead in Alaska and settle in Vancouver, British Columbia sometime between 1910 and 1911. They are in Fairbanks in the 1910 US Census and Vancouver in the 1911 Canadian Census.
They only lived in Vancouver a short time before Frank tired of being in the city. He found a piece of land in Lynn Valley and built a two story home with a basement. The school was one block from their new home. My great grandfather recalls being in class one day when one of his schoolmates pointed out the window and exclaimed, “The Duval house is on fire!”. Everyone rushed out of class and ran toward the home. There was quite a gathering of townspeople on the lawn in front of the home. Young Delores had been left at home alone but was rescued when someone heard her cries from the basement. Shortly after young Frank arrived, Alice returned from her errand to find her home aflame. She started yelling for people to help save the furniture and whatever they could. Only young Frank was brave enough to help his mother and together they pulled as many items from the burning house as they could.
Frank determined he would not rebuild his home himself and he hired someone to build on the same spot.
Duval family home in Lynn Valley, British Columbia.
Duval family home in Lynn Valley, British Columbia.
In the spring of 1919, Frank was in a buggy accident while at work. He was a Forest Ranger and had rented a horse and buckboard to go out and take care of some of his work. His horse was spooked and he was thrown off the seat of the buckboard landing on his feet. His leg broke just above the ankle from the impact and the broken bone tore through the flesh landing in the dirt. The exposed flesh and bone were filthy. Frank was away from town, all alone. He took off his shirt, bound his leg and crawled along until he was able to find two sticks large enough to use as makeshift crutches. He slowly and painfully made his way toward town. It was a seven mile journey. The scared horses returned to their home without Frank and so men went out searching for him. He was rescued after he had traveled about a mile and a half and was taken to the hospital in Vancouver. From the time his leg was broken until he made it to the hospital 17 hours had passed. During that time he developed blood poisoning. He was in the hospital about 7-12 days. At first the doctors said he was doing well. Alice was bringing the children to the hospital to visit their father. Toward the end of his hospital stay he took a turn for the worse and the family was called back. The doctors told Alice that the only way to save his life was to amputate the leg at the knee. Frank refused. He worsened and lost consciousness, Alice consented to the amputation. The day after the amputation Frank died.”
Wow, what a tragic accident and death! But it is good to know all those details.
Hope you do get to visit it one day. Love that what you wrote made your commenters think the same things!
Thank you Cathy – me too!
Holy Cow what a Tale!!!
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What a sad story, and what an awful, painful way to die. I do hope you get to visit his gravesite.
Thank you Amy, me too!
What a beautiful tribute! Maybe there is someone that could help search and take a current picture – like a township historian, or county museum volunteer, or historical society? I do hope you get to visit the cemetery!
Thank you! I need to add him to findagrave now that I know which cemetery and then do a photo request. Probably the easiest way for me to try with minimal effort. 😉