Born: May 13, 1857, at 8 Model Buildings, Bagnigge Wells Rd, Clerkenwell, London, England.
Father: John Shill, Officer in Cold Bath Prison
Mother: Hannah Shill, formerly Copeland
Married: May 25, 1878, St. James Church,
Milton, Portsea, Hants, England,
to Ellen Mary Bartholomew
Died: May 04, 1924, Montreal, Quebec, Canada
Buried: Mount Royal Cemetery, Montreal, Quebec, Canada
Nell had virtually nothing good to say about her father as can be seen by the following comments. She said nothing about what happened to him after the girls left him and doesn't talk about his death in 1924.
John Shill's death certificate claims his address was 630 St. Antoine, the same as his wife, but his death took place at the Protestant Hospital for the Insane, Verdun. The primary cause of death is given as "chronic nephritis" (inflammation of the kidneys?) and the immediate causes: uraemia ("a toxic condition resulting from the presence of urinary constituents in the blood" - The Free Dictionary) and gangrene".
The grandchildren of John Shill have heard tell that he had an illegitimate child that he brought home for his wife to take care of. It would seem likely that this child is the Sidney Shill, (nephew), who shows up with the family on the 1901 Census in Bredfield, Woodbridge, East Suffolk. To this time, there is no documented proof that Sidney Shill is that child.
The following comments in red are taken from the "Oral History of Ellen (Nell) M.A. Shill Waddell".
He was a tailor to start with and he finished up being a male nurse. You know, he went around to houses and helped people being a male nurse. The last thing he did, he and my sister was a nurse at that time, and they took a house down at Ipswich, Felixstowe, which is a seaside place and they had patients at home, before we came over here.
My father was only 5' 8" I guess , but that wasn't tall for a man.
My father came over about 2 years before we did (1906). Father got a job here as soon as he came at the CPR. But then he didn't stay with them. He then got a job at a wire factory. He used to gauge wires. He was very good at that, gauging wires. Then he sent for my eldest brother, Jack, and he came over and got work in the CPR.-Nell ShillTop of page
John Shill had other jobs which are not mentioned by Nell in her story. The following table shows the occupation and address of John Shill taken from various documents from his childhood through the 1911 Canada Census.
|1861||Census||none||Church Lane, Colsterworth, Lincolnshire|
|1871||Census||none||St. George Bloomsbury, Finsbury, London|
|1878||Marriage Certificate||Tailor||22 Leicester Square, London|
|1879||Birth Certificate||Police Constable||9 Hopkins St., London|
|1879||Death Certificate||Police Constable||Berwick St., London|
|1881||Census||Police Constable||29 Berwick St., St. James, London|
|1881||Birth Certificate||Police Constable||29 Berwick St., St. James, London|
|1886||Birth Certificate||General Labourer||45 Roderick Road, London|
|1887||Death Certificate||Water Labourer||15 Tucker's Place, London|
|1891||Census||Attendant in a Lunatic Asylum||Melton, Suffolk|
|1899||Birth Certificate||Tailor Attendant in a Lunatic Asylum||Melton, Suffolk|
|1901||Census||Tailor and Male Nurse||Bredfield, Woodbridge, East Suffolk|
|1911||Census||"tailleur" and "journallier"||Maisonneuve, Montreal|
Before he had come over, Father had given up drinking, so he said. Then he promised he was not going to drink, otherwise my mother wouldn't have come.
He met us at the boat, a little bit tipsy. Maybe seeing the family was a little bit more than he could take, I guess. We had to go into rooms for a while until we got a flat, and gathered up a little bit of furniture and we were off and running.
How he ever kept his job I wonder, because he drank every weekend. He always sat in the corner, and had a case of beer and drank all weekend. He never bothered me because I used to be the youngest and if he wanted anything he'd send me for his beer. He maybe gave me a quarter a week or something to run for his beer. I had to do as I was told. -Nell ShillTop of page
When Father blew up he'd...thing was he always imagined that things were going on that weren't going on. If he saw anybody leaning over you he'd think, that something was wrong. He always thought there was sex involved. So, he'd say, "Get out of here. I don't want you in my house."
Poor Mother, she had a terrible time. He used to look through the key hole and watch that nobody went near Mother. He'd go into his bedroom , shut the door, and Mother was always laughing and talking with our boyfriends and that. He would watch and see that she wasn't doing anything she shouldn't be doing. That's pretty hard to take.-Nell Shill
The family left Father. I was working and Grace was working. Dad wouldn't let us come in at night after a certain hour. He'd lock the door. He'd say, "If you've stayed out that late, you can stay out the rest of the night." My mother would have to lie awake and wait until she heard him snoring, and then she'd come down and open the door for us to come in.
Anne used to go to bed with an umbrella beside her in case he came in and attacked her. She was scared of him. I wasn't scared of him, that's why he treated me differently. He'd say, "I'll slap you, I'll do this and that." I'd say, "Go ahead. Slap me. Give me a slap if you want." Of course, he'd laugh and go away. I was cheeky, then. (laughing) I guess that's where I got my cheekiness from, just having to put up with him.
Anyway, we left him and we left the furniture. We didn't take the furniture. We took a furnished place and had to pay for all the furniture that was in it. -Nell Shill
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