Notes A birth registration was found for Frederick Walter C Short: Date: Jan 1901; District: Isle of Wight; County: Hampshire, Isle of Wight; Volume: 2b; Page: 585. Parents: Walter John Short and Ada Coleman, married 1896 in Stoneham, Hampshire, England.
A death registration was found for Walter John Short: Date: Jul-Aug-Sep 1905; Age: 48; District: Isle of Wight; County: Hampshire; Volume: 2b; Page: 353
In 1909, Frederick Short, 8, arrived at Quebec, Canada, in a group of 72 Barnardo children en route to Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
On May 18, 1921, at Bracebridge, Muskoka, Ontario, Canada, a marriage was registered between Frederick Walter Charles Short, 21, laborer, born in Southampton, England, to John Shortt and Mary Brown; and Alice Victoria Greer, 18, farmers daughter, born in Watt, Muskoka, Ontario, Canada, to John Greer and Roselie Crowder.
Frederick Shortt and Alice Victoria Greer had at least 5 children: Freda Shortt; Milton Shortt; Margaret Shortt born about 1944; Lawrence Shortt; and Mervin Shortt.
Frederick Walter Charles Shortt died July 3, 1962. Alice Victoria Greer Shortt died April 7, 1986.
A song, written by Marion Parsons, told the story of Frederick Shortt, as relayed to a friend by his son. The song is set to the melody of ?Tramps and Hawkers?:
The waves that took my father?s ship left us a desperate house
Twas more than mother could hope to do to fill three empty mouths
My brother, he was too young to part, my sister was too dear
It fell on me to play the man, and I in my sixth year.
My mother said, ?It won?t be far, twill be just for a while.
Be good, be strong, and say your prayers, just like on dear Wight Isle.?
She packed my clothes and my Testament, I put aside my toys
And knocked upon the doorway of Barnardo?s Home for Boys.
How little did my mother know
When she begged me, ?Fred, don?t cry,?
The waves would carry me off as well
That this was our goodbye.
Those lonely months on the mainland, my home and friends I missed
Until the day I found my name at the head of the Canada list
I?d go across the ocean wide to be a farmer?s ward
And sell my small hands? labour for my schooling, bed, and board.
They brought me pen and paper the morning that I sailed
My news and my fondest wishes to family then were mailed
With a trunk and blessing for each of us, we queued up at the dawn
To board that good ship?s steerage, and set off for Saint John.
How little did my mother know
When she led me from her door
My fortune lay in Canada
I?d ne?er see England more.
We rode the train to Toronto town, amazed by miles of trees
The farmers came from all around to pick what boy they?d please
I went to a St. Thomas farm, where I spent some decent years
Until my boss sold off his land, left me with nought but tears.
My next boss lived in Utterson, George Truesetter by name
I worked like hell to earn my keep, but got his belt and blame
His children all went off to school, but I was left behind
The cows and pigs I tended were the best friends I could find.
How little did my mother know
When she gave me to their care
The lands that I would travel in
The burdens I would bear.
As soon as I was old enough I took my clothes and pay
And married sweet little Alice Greer, one bright and blessed day
We built a house on her parents? land, right here by Skeleton Lake
We cleared the trees and bred the stock for all our children?s sake.
My boys work hard and do their share, but I won?t let them miss school
My girls will never be lone or shamed, though they don?t know wealth or jewel
And as for me and my Alice, well, we?re better off than then
These walls are humble but they?re my own, I?ll never leave again.