MacKay Champion Genealogy - Person Sheet
MacKay Champion Genealogy - Person Sheet
NameHollis Sturgeon MacKay 
Birth Date20 Sep 1920
Birth PlacePark Corner, PEI
Death Date17 Apr 1990
MemoAntigone Cemetery, Spring Brook
OccupationFisherman
ReligionAnglican
FatherJohn Everett "Jack" MacKay (1892-1959)
MotherBessie Iola Harding (1894-1971)
Spouses
Birth Date2 Dec 1928
Birth PlaceFrench River, PEI
Death Date21 Oct 1967
MemoPancreatic cancer - only lived a couple months after diagnosis
FatherDonald Lamont (1904-1963)
MotherGertrude Clark (1908-1998)
Marr Dateabt 1948
ChildrenLester "Dale" (1949-)
Douglas Allen (1950-2012)
Hollis "Glen" (1954-)
Valerie Joy (1955-)
Paul Frederick (1957-2015)
Stephen "Kent" (1958-)
Jacqueline Ann “Jackie” (1961-)
Jennifer Arlene "Jenny" (1961-)
Chris Rogers (1964-)
Philip "Clark" (1965-)
Notes for Hollis Sturgeon MacKay
Great story, “The Ice Boat” about Hollis and Waldon Duggan on p 104 of The History of French River & Park Corner, 1773-2006
Notes for Hollis Sturgeon MacKay
The Saga of the Lost Kid
Hollis Sturgeon MacKay was born September 20th, 1920 at Seaforth Farm in Park Corner. In early August of 1922 at 7:00 in the evening, Hollis had disappeared. Grandfather Harry and father Jack in summer always had a few lobster traps and a small dory at the Cape 1/2 mile away. They always could go get a lobster treat for company or friends. This time Mr. MacLean, bank manager at Kensington, Mr. Profitt, manager at Schurmans, and families were camping at Park Corner a mile away in an old cook house owned by the MacLeod’s who operated a lobster cannery. This evening the men had milked the cows, took them back to pasture and continued on to fish a treat for their Kensington friends, who always came each evening for milk and cream (free of course). Just as the company arrived Hollis was missing.
Now a great grandmother, a grandmother, Ola - 12 years, Elsie - 6 and Mayme - 4 , was supposed to be tending Hollis as Bessie fed cows, pigs, hens, cats, dogs, etc. Hollis was not in the hammock, where he loved to sleep, or in a blanket on the swing chairs. We then rushed to the Pidgeon’s, neighbors over the hill. Panic set in by this time, only about 3 telephones in the district and few automobiles. The Prophet’s and MacLean’s left for Kensington alerting every house along the way.
Volunteers came from miles. Waldron Darrach arrived from Kensington with the first five cell flashlight ever seen, this he could focus all around. The volunteers formed human chains by holding hands and stepped every field of grain of the Lamont’s, Harding’s, Stuart’s and Pidgeon’s. Grandfather Harry thought the child had followed them as his diaper was found in the farm lane. Hollis was in bare feet and wore a blue dress. Grandfather and Will Harding patrolled the Cape with two coal oil lanterns. Finally, at 3:00 AM they heard a whimper, it was the boy alright. Will who was a huge man opened his clothing and put the very cold child next to his body with both their jackets covering the outside.
Hollis had gone down the gully, the place where the Cape had fell away, looked at the 60 foot drop, came up a piece of the way and laid down by a post and part fence that had fallen over, then went to sleep. Grandfather who was a very thrifty man offered $200 to anyone who would follow the footprints.
Hollis laid in the cradle for days, his little feet so full of thistles he could not walk. At four years, all my recollection was of my mother crying and calling. The neighbors making tea and doing what they could for the volunteers. Quite a sight, 100 or so people all carrying oil lanterns and stepping the fields of four farms.
Hollis Sturgeon MacKay was born September 20th, 1920 at Seaforth Farm in Park Corner. In early August of 1922 at 7:00 in the evening, Hollis had disappeared. Grandfather Harry and father Jack in summer always had a few lobster traps and a small dory at the Cape 1/2 mile away. They always could go get a lobster treat for company or friends. This time Mr. MacLean, bank manager at Kensington, Mr. Profitt, manager at Schurmans, and families were camping at Park Corner a mile away in an old cook house owned by the MacLeod’s who operated a lobster cannery. This evening the men had milked the cows, took them back to pasture and continued on to fish a treat for their Kensington friends, who always came each evening for milk and cream (free of course). Just as the company arrived Hollis was missing.
Now a great grandmother, a grandmother, Ola - 12 years, Elsie - 6 and Mayme - 4 , was supposed to be tending Hollis as Bessie fed cows, pigs, hens, cats, dogs, etc. Hollis was not in the hammock, where he loved to sleep, or in a blanket on the swing chairs. We then rushed to the Pidgeon’s, neighbors over the hill. Panic set in by this time, only about 3 telephones in the district and few automobiles. The Prophet’s and MacLean’s left for Kensington alerting every house along the way.
Volunteers came from miles. Waldron Darrach arrived from Kensington with the first five cell flashlight ever seen, this he could focus all around. The volunteers formed human chains by holding hands and stepped every field of grain of the Lamont’s, Harding’s, Stuart’s and Pidgeon’s. Grandfather Harry thought the child had followed them as his diaper was found in the farm lane. Hollis was in bare feet and wore a blue dress. Grandfather and Will Harding patrolled the Cape with two coal oil lanterns. Finally, at 3:00 AM they heard a whimper, it was the boy alright. Will who was a huge man opened his clothing and put the very cold child next to his body with both their jackets covering the outside.
Hollis had gone down the gully, the place where the Cape had fell away, looked at the 60 foot drop, came up a piece of the way and laid down by a post and part fence that had fallen over, then went to sleep. Grandfather who was a very thrifty man offered $200 to anyone who would follow the footprints.
Hollis laid in the cradle for days, his little feet so full of thistles he could not walk. At four years, all my recollection was of my mother crying and calling. The neighbors making tea and doing what they could for the volunteers. Quite a sight, 100 or so people all carrying oil lanterns and stepping the fields of four farms.