The Hadwen Family of Lancashire

Grandpa Shepherd was born on the farm now called Yew Tree, in Burrow, near Kirkby Lonsdale. His family had farmed that land for many generations back.
His marriage record in Lupton, England 1909 lists him as a "joiner" (carpenter) from Yew Tree Farm (Church records found by Kirstie Halliwell in Kendal, Letter Aug 1997). Between 1890 and 1909, when he married Annie Jane Barrow, the name of the farm changed from "Over Burrow" to "Yew Tree."
In 1920 he planned to leave farming in Saskatchewan and move his family to Vancouver where he could get work as a carpenter. His wife Annie wanted to visit her twin brother Tom in Lapeer first, since they would most likely not see him again. They came to the USA on the Canadian Pacific Railroad #110 through Noyes, Minnesota on 20 April 1920. While in Lapeer, Tom found work as a carpenter with a man he liked, so they decided to stay in Michigan. He built the family home on Main St. in Lapeer. It still stands today, and is now home of the Della Spencer Realty Company. His niece Kathryn Barrow Shores said that he was an "odd fellow" who was very quiet, and some people found him intimidating. But she said her father knew how to tease him, and Grandpa enjoyed that. We have a photo of grandpa with Uncle Tom Barrow and a dog.
I remember that he enjoyed being teased by and teasing Phyllis Henderson. She would always say something to make him laugh. He was also known for being stingy with money. He used to tease me when we visited him in Lapeer at Uncle John and Aunt Leona's house during the 1950's-60's. He would "steal" the dime Uncle John always gave me. He would say "Finder's keepers, losers weepers!", but he eventually gave it back to me. When mother gave him a gift for Christmas every year, he would not open it; she always had to open it for him. He was very stubborn in his ways. He liked butter, but would not put it on his bread because "it's too dear" (it cost too much money). Mother would butter his bread for him.
Grandpa always called me "Lassie," and he had a heavy Lancashire accent even after 50 years in the USA. He was a good carpenter, and finished the upstairs bedrooms of the house on Pinecrest; he also built the garage. Grandpa Shepherd died when I was 21 and living at college. Mother saw him at the hospital the evening before he died; she was glad she had gone to see him, even though she felt tired that night.