Barnett Road

road. British Columbia: Forks N off Dunster-Croydon Road W of Croydon
53.083197 N 119°44’58.6″ W GoogleGeoHack

Frederick William (1886–1975) and Jessie Sterling (Gray) (1888–1975) Barnett were natives of Glasgow, Scotland, who lived in Croydon from 1922 until 1973. Fred came to Canada in 1905, moving from Calgary to Manitoba to Saskatchewan. When her mother died in 1907, Jessie also immigrated to Canada, settling in Montréal. Fred and Jessie, who had known each other since childhood, were married in 1910. Their daughters Nora and Louise were born in Saskatchewan. In the early 1920s the Barnetts read an article in the Winnipeg Free Press about homesteads in the Croydon-Dunster area. In 1922, after twelve years of fighting hailstorms and grasshoppers on the prairies, they moved to Croydon and started clearing land. Fred shipped strawberries to Jasper and raised mink and fox until the Depression put an end to these small businesses. They sold the homestead in 1939 and Jessie started a small store, also continuing as postmistress of Croydon, a position she had started in 1926. Fred worked as carpenter on the construction of the Alaska Highway. Jessie retired from the post office in 1968, at the age of 81, and the office was closed. In 1973, they sold the one-and-a-half acre property and moved to McBride.

References:

  • Wheeler, Marilyn. The Robson Valley Story. McBride, B.C.: Robson Valley Story Group, 1979

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  1. Rod McInnes

    My dad, R W McInnes, taught school in Croydon, on the railroad side, in 1942. The old one-room schoolhouse was behind Jesse and Fred Barnett’s store and post office. He became good friends of the Scottish couple as he was also a Scotsman. In 1964 he returned to teach school at North Croydon on the highway side of the Fraser River. The ferry had been removed so we drove around Dunster, where we picked up our mail, to visit the Barnett’s. She was a sweet, kind , Scottish soul but he was kind of rough and gruff but very personable. Jesse told stories of meeting the train for mail in the middle of the night.

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