Half of these ten children settled in the United States. Emery settled on a farm near Brandon, Vermont. Sherman went to the United States and was wounded while serving in the Union Army during the Civil War. Phoebe went to Rhode Island as a young woman. Gibbs died shortly before his tenth birthday. Julia apparently never married and died at the age of 47. Elana lived at different times in Quebec and Vermont. Lemuel went to Vermont, eventually settling at Rutland. Maria also settled in the area of Rutland.
Damon remained in Quebec, taking up a farm neighboring his father’s. he remained there until his death, but his descendants are scattered across Ontario and the United States and even to Panama and Hawaii.
That leaves Peter, the sixth child. Peter did not inherit the adventurous spirit that had been so characteristic among the previous Fuller generations. He was quite content to live his life in the same locality where he was born, late in April, 1828. He grew up on the family farm in southeastern Quebec and, after marrying Esther Porter, settled on a farm of his own in the adjoining township. Peter was 23 years old when he married a girl from Warren, Vermont and, in the short twelve years they had together, she gave him five children. The oldest of these children, Myra Geraldine, was not quite eleven years old when death took her mother from her. Little Alden had just recently had his first birthday. It was a sad and difficult time for Peter Fuller with a baby, four young children and a farm to care for. Then, in 1864, when he was 36, he found a remedy for his heartbreak and sorrow, just a short distance away at Fordyce Corners. Lydia Ann Fordyce was a slender young lady of 23 years when she married Peter Fuller and moved in to help him put his life back together. Over the next 21 years six children were added to this family and three were taken from it. Myra Geraldine died near her 24th birthday and Lydia Ann’s first born, Milon, was only 16 when death took him. Arlington, Lydia’s third child, lived less than three and a half years. So this family, there in the southeastern corner of Quebec, had its share of suffering and sorrow. But Peter and Lydia carried on steadily to raise and provide for the other eight children.
By 1897 he had endured the heavy toll of frontier farming and the rewarding, but trying, responsibility or parenthood for 46 years. Now, with his 70th birthday coming up, he felt it was time to retire. So he sold the farm and, taking his wife and youngest son, went to Lowell, Massachusetts where his son, Loren, was living. The youngest son, Leroy, was 12 years old at this time. At first, the three of them lived there with Loren and his wife, Lorena, and their two small children. But, after a time, they found that there just wasn’t room enough under one roof for them and loren at the same time. So they moved from there to Atkinson, New Hampshire, a little community on the outskirts of Haverhill, Massachusetts. They went there to live with their daughter, Ethel, and her husband, William Reynolds. Leroy grew to manhood there and Peter and Lydia spent their few remaining years there under Ethel’s care. Death came to Peter in September, 1913 when he was 85. His body was returned to his native sod and buried in Riverside Cemetery at East Farnham, Quebec. Four years later Lydia Ann followed him.

Peter & Lydia Ann FullerPeter and Lydia Ann Fuller

Excerpted from “Wool Trompers” by J. L. Fuller

Now we are getting closer to home. Peter Fuller was the great grandfather of J. L. Fuller

About authorjim

I grew up in the country near a small Montana town, I have spent a lot of time in the outdoors, working, fishing, hunting and camping but have always been interested in mechanical and electrical things. Most of my life has been spent in the use, care and repair of things mechanical, electrical an electronic. After being retired for several years, I began writing and published my first novel at the age of 79. Now, at the age of 82, I have recently published my fourth noveland it is available from me or from the pulisher or book distributor.
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