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Grandfather   William   Charles   Marney   "Willie"

Born: 1887 ~ Died : August 29th, 1968. Married : Ethel Violet Marney (nee Mitchell) England Born 1894 Died June 18th, 1962.

Sons: Glenn Royce Marney Born Feb. 18th, 1922..living August 2001. Alden Marney Born Oct. 18th, 1920. Deceased.


William Charles Marney "Willie" Reg. No. 444124 of the 14th Batt'n. Royal Montreal Regiment taken at Woodstock, New Brunswick, Canada. Grandpy lived at Temperance Vale, N.B. CANADA

Grandpy Fought At Vimy Ridge

Survivor with Medals: William Charles Marney m. Ethel Violet Mitchell, Hastings, England
On Looking Back Grandpa, I Understand Your Heart :): I thank you for the memories, the song's you taught me. Little did I know they were your Memories of the War.
Two songs of which I still remember!: Tipperary (as you realized just how far from Home you were) and If You Were The Only Girl, for my Grandma from Hastings, England, Ethel Violet Mitchell (Queeny)
And Just Perhaps, I was the Second Little girl who lit up your life. Your Grand Daughter: Donna Marie Noble (nee Marney)
Grandfather's Batt'n: Picture taken at Woodstock, N.B. CANADA
Grandfather's Brother~was in Regiment #742408 during the Great War: Cape Cod, U. S. A.
William Henry Marney, (Sr)~Homestead at Temperance Vale, N.B.: William Charles Marney (my grandpa)
Grandpa's Medals: Buttons, Match Case, Letter from King George
Book Written By The People of Temperance Vale: Life & Times of a New Brunswick Settlement
The Marney Family: from the book, Life & Times of a New Brunswick Settlement
William Charles Marney: Thank You For the Freedom We Have Today

Grandfather's Regiment No. 444124/14th Batt'n, R.M.R.

Lest We Forget!

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

from memory, of a little Waasis Schoolhouse: Donna Marie Noble (nee MARNEY)