Into whose care he was handed, we do not know at this time. Perhaps he had other family, perhaps he became an inmate in one of the Dickensian orphanages.
According to a story which was handed down within his family, George and his brother "lived inside walls and were not able to play with other children. He told that he and his brother escaped from this place and stowed away on a ship bound for Canada. They became separated soon after landing in Canada and never saw each other again."
In any case, according to his obituary, he emigrated to Canada when he was a young man,
Home Children (National Archives of Canada) lists one George Randall, age 18, who left Liverpool 22 June 1871 aboard SS Nestorian, and arrived at Quebec 3 July 1871. One month later, one William Randall arrived in Canada aboard another ship. Is this OUR George Randall? Is the William Randall named here his brother? The British "home children" were orphans and street urchins who were transported from the crowded slums of England to a 'better life' in Canada. This controversial form of social engineering has recently seen considerable criticism. It is known that there was a great deal of stigma associated with being one of the home children, since, to many Victorians, the children who were thus transported were considered likely to have "bad blood" - criminal or anti-social ancestry that would likely evidence itself in the children. For this reason, many of the home children hid or disguised their background, which might explain for the mystery and contradictions in the stories of George's origins.
George Randall married Margaret Kearns, daughter of Hugh and Anna Connell Kearns.
#003409-73(Frontenac Co.): George Randall, 22, soldier, London England, Kingston, s/o William and Elizabeth, married Margaret Curran, 22, Kingston, same, d/o Hugh and Ann, wtns: James Baldwick and Mary Ann Kerns, both of Kingston, July 10, 1873. at St George's Cathedral.
She died young and George then married her sister, Elizabeth. George and Elizabeth lived in various places in eastern Ontario, settling in the city of Kingston, where George worked for the Kingston Gas Company, which provided illuminating and cooking gas for the City of Kingston.
In the early part of the twentieth century, a large number of Canadians migrated to the United States. Many Kingstonians migrated to Watertown, where many flourishing factories and paper mills were located. Several of George and Elizabeth's children moved there, and in about 1903, George and his wife moved to Water Street, in Watertown. He was about 55 years old at the time. Although retired, George found work at the Bagley and Sewell Company, around the corner on Pearl Street. Elizabeth was a practical nurse and attended births and deaths and serious illnesses in the community. Also living in Watertown at the time were adult children Herbert, Ella, Mary, John, and Ernest, while sons Kenneth, William, and Harold and daughters Margaret and Sarah remained in Canada. One son, (Hugh) Alfred had died in Kingston in 1896, at the age of 17.
Besides the death of Alfred, the family endured other tragedies. In 1910, Grand-daughter Maggie, daughter of Herbert and Elsie, died at the age of 2. Then, in January 1919, Herbert and Elsie themselves both succumbed, twenty-four hours apart, during the great Influenza pandemic which swept the world and killed millions.
Buried in Cataraqui Cemetery, Kingston Ontario
with his parents
m. Elsie CAMPBELL (28 May 1881 - 18 Jan 1919)
Priscilla Kate Shepherd
Following his NHL service, Ken played one season (more below)
married to Elva Irene Sheehy
Ken Randall played in the National Hockey League for 10 seasons. He played on 4 teams: Toronto Arenas 1917-1919, Toronto St Pats 1919-1923,
Hamilton Tigers 1923-1925 and New York Americans 1925-1927.
He was a member of the Toronto Arenas (Blue Shirts)
who were the NHL's first championship team in 1917-1918.
He was also a member of the 1922 Toronto St Pats,
who also won the Stanley Cup.
He played in 217 games, scored 67 goals and 28 assists
for a total of 95 points, and received 415 penalty-minutes.
with Niagara Falls-Hamilton of the CPHL and one season
with the Providence Reds of the CAHL.
Following his NHL service, Ken played one season
m. Samuel Williams (1887-14 July 1961)
m. Annie Pearl Loshaw (27 Mar 1900-26 Nov 1990)
m. Florence Rivers (1900-7 Feb 1973)
Johnny Randall was a boxer who fought many times in
Starbuck Arena in Watertown, and in other venues, including Madison Square Garden, NY
Herbert and Elsie Randall are buried together, in a single casket, we are told, in North Watertown Cemetery, Watertown, NY USA.
In 1923, Herbert and Elsie's eldest son George was crushed during a cave-in at an excavation where he was working. He was partially paralyzed and died two years later from his injuries. Another son, Kenneth, died young of a ruptured pancreas.
1. Hazel Campbell, born 1896 - died October 10, 1972
married December 15, 1917 to
married James Leo Mylo, born December 12, 1897 - died March 1, 1980
2. Jennie Campbell, born 1899 - died 1966
Henry Benjamin Vincent, born abt 1898 - died 12 December 1947
3. Joseph Campbell Randall, born 1898 - died September 7, 1967
married 15 December, 1917 to
Anna May Barcomb, born 1897 - died January 29, 1974
Elsie and Herbert had six children:
2. George Herbert Randall, born October 19, 1905 -
died September 4, 1925
died from injuries received in a cave-in
3. Maggie Randall, born March 31, 1907 - died March 11, 1910
4. Kenneth Ernest Randall, born March 21, 1911 - died March 16, 1951
married November 15, 1950 to
Ethel Mary Clark Baker
Married April 6, 1967 to
Anne Ackley Chrisman
6. Evelyn Randall, born June 20, 1918
married to (1) Charles Zeltwanger (KIA WWII)
(2) James Daniels
After the deaths of their parents, the younger surviving children were raised by their older sister Hazel and brother Joseph
Randall has had a long career in professional hockey, dating back
to the ancient Maritime Province League, which operated in the
Sydneys, Halifax, and that district 15 years ago. Even in this
rough, tough league, where it was no rare thing for the crowds to
invade the ice, or pelt the players, Randall rated a bad hombre. He
broke into the National League with that reputation, and when at the
former Westmount Arena, he crashed Sprague Cleghorn into the boards
and broke his doughy opponent's ankle, his reputation gained some
solid basic support.
Randall could take it, as well as hand it out, as he showed at the
old Jubilee Rink one night, in a play-off between Canadiens and
torontos. The Toronto club had a one or two goal lead over the
Habitants, coming here for the final game, and it was the opinion of
the Canadien strategists of that era that Toronto could be made to
quit under punishment. The opening drive was directed at Randall, as
per program. He was slashed across the forehead, opening an ugly
gash, and sticks swung all around his face. But Randall didn't quit,
as was expected. He returned to the ice, his head swathed in
bandages, and his courageous display so bolstered the morale of his
mates that the Blue Shirts retained their lead and took the title.
Randall finished a bad second in his last fistic encounter in the
Big Time, and when bad men start finishing second, the magnates start
looking up trains for the minor leagues. Kenneth went to bat last
spring in New York with Nelson Stewart, of the Maroons. There was an
exchange of socks on the ice, and when both were shooed to the
penalty cage, harsh words were forthcoming from Mr. Randall. Mr.
Stewart eyed the rafters dreamily while Mr. Randall aired a set of
opinions enriched by 12 of 15 years' association with professional
sports' conversations, but a close observer might have noticed that
the silent and preoccupied Mr. Stewart was quietly removing his
padded gaunlets, which are not much use for hitting purposes. Once
these were removed, Mr. Stewart unexpectedly removed his gaze from
the rafters and smote Mr. Randall heavily upon the nose with his
bare, hard fists. It was a painful scene, but emphatically proved
that the old order changeth. A new bad man had been born and Mr.
Randall, carefully holding his nose, fared sadly forth to the
dressing-room. Now it looks as if he might fare sadly forth to the
minors, where he is sure to star for a time, as he is a good hockey
player, even if no longer a bad Bad Man. London Free Press