Family Group
Aunt Verla passed away in 2003 at
93 just before Verna. They
remained close over the years
calling each other frequently. The
lone son, Garfield lived on the West
Coast and disappeared to the
family following the death of Morley
with whom he was very close.
Morley, Flossy, Verna and perhaps
Verla in one of the rare photographs
of the only son in the family. Morley
moved to the West coast and
worked as an usher in a movie
theatre, a glamorous job at the time.
Tragedy struck the family when
Morley accidentally drove off a
mountain side in 1940.. He was
brought back to Neepawa for burial
and the family used their entire
savings to afford him a headstone.
Robert Lewis Mc Comb was of Irish
descent. He remained a stanch
Orangeman throughout his life, playing
the drum in their annual parades. He
was born in 1875 and came to settle in
the Neepawa area. Lou worked for the
Canadian Pacific Railroad as a
trackman. He married my
Grandmother in 1914 after telling her
at a dance that he would. Flossy was
eighteen, Lou thirty-nine, when they
married. The marriage lasted for
forty-five years, through family
tragedy and eight children. His brother
lived out his retirement with the family.
Uncle, as he was known would sit with
Lou and talk on about the day's
events, the past and just plain
nonsense. Lou passed away on
September 15, 1959. The whole family
had been home to see him just prior,
having anticipated it.
Flossy married for a second time
and for love in 1972 to a Hector
Mc Fadyen. They drove to Alaska
for their honeymoon. Regretfully,
Hector passed away a few years
later. Grand Mother then
travelled to visit her daughters
and to Hawaii.
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Flossy Mc Comb-Mc Fadyen was the daughter of early settlers in
theFranklin area. Hers was not an easy life. She recalled being farmed
out when she was twelve to a neighbor family. They got her labor and
in exchange she got room and board and a new pair of leather boots.
At ninety-one years of age, she could remember getting on the
buckboard with her new boots. At eighteen, she married Lou and
began having her many children. They lost their first home and all their
possessions in a fire. The move to First Avenue was made with
donations from the community to get them started. That home
became the center of the family universe for many years as family
came back to visit often. It was my home for two or so years as a
child. Flossy had survived the fire, the depression and early primitive
conditions. As each step of modern life came along: electricity,
plumbing, telephone, automobile and airplane she accepted it but not
without remaining true to certain old ways like canning chicken and
garden produce, drinking warm water rather than tea, and turning
used fabric into award winning quilts. She was a Rebecca Lodge
member and active in her community. When Neepawa had its
centennial, it was Flossy who rode the parade as the oldest member of
the community. Her life remains a wonder to me, not only for its
length and hardship but foremost for her kindness which glowed
through all she did. There were eight McComb children who survived
to adulthood.
Four Generations
This photograph was labeled: Mrs
Whepton, Mrs. Wiggins, Mrs.
McComb and Verna McComb.
My Mother believed she was four
years old in this picture. What is
remarkable, is that she is wearing
the same large white bow, her
mother wore in the photo in the
next panel.
This photograph emerged at Christmas 1999. It was in
horrid condition and was digitally redone. It is of the family
group with Alma Wiggins surrounded by her children: Gert,
Garfield, Pearl, Elva, Flossie along the top with Edna, Verla
and Gladys along the bottom.
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Miss Flossie Jane Wiggins
This picture was taken of my Grandmother
when she was sixteen or perhaps nineteen
when she married my Grandfather. It has
suffered in the past being ripped and then
taped together with scotch tape, which in
turn has discolored with age. It is being kept
as presented to maintain its integrity
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Mr. Joe Wiggins and
Mr. John Whelpton.
This picture was labeled
Mr. Joe Wiggins and Mr.
John Whelp ton. They are
our Grand Mother's Father
and Grand Father,
respectively. I believe it is
Mr. Whelpton sitting as
the senior person in the
It is interesting that the men
sat for their portraits separate
from the women. There are no
photographs known to me of
men and women together.
The Wiggins family homestead was
located near Neepawa,  in the town
of Franklin. The importance of this
picture is in the simplicity of the
buildings and the rough nature of
their surroundings. It is matched by
that of the Goodwin side of the
family. These homes would have
existed from the  1870s when
Manitoba became a province.
This studio photograph was given to me in
2000 by Mom. It shows her with Gram's
white ribbon, Morley and Margaret when the
family was just starting out. This helped
explain the bond between Mom and
Margaret and the special place they held for
Morley throughout their lives.
Morley, Verna and Flossie
sitting on a buckboard.
Verna in her highchair sitting in a field in spring or
fall as there are no leaves. The color of her cheeks
would suggest spring. It is remarkable how similar
to a porcelain doll of the era she appears.
Aunt Verla is sitting with Morley to
the left, Verna to the right and
Margaret, Gladys and Gert are
standing or sitting around. This
motley crew reminds me of an Our
Gang group. This would have been
taken at the house that burned to
the ground.
This painting by one of Grandmother's great
grand children is the best image of the
McComb home on 1st Avenue. It captures
the fine trees, the green board and wire fence
and the side porch.

This home replaced the one lost to fire in
1945. This loss weighed on my Mother well
into my childhood as she would mention it
often on trips to Neepawa. The home was
razed following its sale and a modern home
was built on the lot.
Now, homestead is essentially the family graves scattered around the stone angel in the Neepawa
Cemetery. Internments and visits bring family back to explore the trail of headstones. It is a place of
such beauty and peace many intend to return here for their final rest as well.