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- James Golden (known as Goldie) was born on September 14, 1890 at Livingstone Creek, Thessalon Twp, Algoma District, Ontario, completing William and Fannie's family.
- Goldie never knew his father as a vigorous man. He was just a baby when his parents went out in a winter storm to help a neighbour. Afterwards, William became ill, developed pneumonia and, over the next 3 years, deteriorated until he was unable to walk and was largely bedridden. When Goldie's mother died in 1907, various children came to stay at the house to help William, but Goldie was the constant. He became Postmaster for Livingstone Creek in 1914, setting it up in their home where his father could enjoy seeing his neighbours as they came to do their business. Goldie carried his father wherever he needed to go and William especially enjoyed it when Goldie took him outside at night to see the stars. Someone (often Goldie) always took the time to read the newspaper to William every day.
- In 1916, his father died but Goldie and his sister Hattie remained in the house at Livingstone Creek for the next few years. Goldie gave up the postmaster’s job in 1920, and eventually the farming. By 1924, Hattie and Goldie were drawn to Detroit where their sister Lizzie Jewkes and her family were living.
- in 1928, Goldie married Margaret Gertrude (Gertie) Jeffrey in Ohio. For the next 22 years Goldie worked in Detroit as a carpenter and Gertie was employed as a telephone operator. They returned to Livingstone Creek often as the homestead remained the family's favourite gathering place.
- When Goldie retired from working in Detroit, they returned to Livingstone Creek. Goldie tore down the old homestead and built a lovely brick home there for Gertie and himself. Although they had no children of their own, they were like a special set of grandparents to the next generation. They involved themselves in the lives of their extended family and in their community as a whole.
- Goldie was an avid curler and he loved singing with his family and in the church choir. When he moved into the local nursing home, the staff said they would hear him singing at night at the top of his lungs, never missing a word.
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