At the age of twenty-seven, George Bond, first-born son of Hugh and Elizabeth Linaker Bond, said goodbye to his home and family in North Meols,
From this beautiful place, countless generations of Bonds had lived out their lives. They worked the sea as
well as the farms...and had been content. But something different stirred in George.
He saw a great big world out there and he wanted to explore it. And so one day he
traveled to Lancashire, England Liverpool. He booked passage on
the SS Lucania and during the summer of 1898, arrived at Ellis Island in New York.
From there, he intended to work his way across the
States, save up some money, and then by way of San Francisco, book passage on a ship sailing to Australia.
|Frisco Utah, Ghost Town|
He made it as far as
. This town, once known as the wildest
town in the Frisco, Utah Great Basin, where murder was common, served as the commercial center for the San Francisco Mining District. At its height,
over six thousand people populated the boom town. Here, George not only found work, he also found an unexpected fork in the road, that this far, he had so stringently traveled.
Florina Vilate Gay, daughter of Francis Albert Gay and MaryAnn Temperance Dorrity, moved to Newhouse, another small mining town, located five miles southeast of Frisco. She worked at her brother-in-law’s boarding house, when, in 1903, a typhoid epidemic swept through the mining towns. Florina, the only nurse in Newhouse, used her skills to assist those afflicted. During this time she met, and later married, George Bond. And even though George never made it to
he always found another fork in the road to follow. In her journal, Vilate
wrote; “I have moved from pillow to post all my married life...” and so it was, just as the
documented records bear out. They never stayed in one place very long.
|Mary Helen Bond|
On October 22, 1908, George and Vilate welcomed their daughter, Mary Helen. Obvious to everyone, Helen inherited a bit of her father’s wanderlust. She exhibited it every time she came upon a fork in the road, or an unknown path. At such times, this small town farm girl expressed the desire to follow it, just to see where it might lead. Many times whomever she was with indulged the whim. But there were times out of necessity; they left those beguiling roads unexplored.
Are you more prone to stay on the path or do you have a bit of the wanderlust as well?