Turner Family Research: William Pinkney Turner – Are John & Hannah Turner your parents?

William Pinkney Turner: Are John & Hannah Turner your parents?

A continuation of findings, facts and more in my search for William Pinkney Turner’s parents…

My original post on the search for William’s parents can be found Here – it was written January 4th of this year. Since writing it I have decided to make follow-ups in order for a  better continuation of information. The more you look and study the facts – the more of a chance to find a piece of info you have over-looked!

Before I go any further, I’d like to add all I know on John & Hannah Turner

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1840: John Turner, Union Co., South Carolina

Free White Persons – Males – 20 thru 29: 1                        John Turner
Free White Persons – Females – 20 thru 29: 1                     Hannah Turner
Persons Employed in Agriculture: 1                       John Turner
No. White Persons over 20 Who Cannot Read and Write: 2              John & Hannah Turner
Free White Persons – 20 thru 49: 2             John & Hannah Turner
Total Free White Persons: 2             John & Hannah Turner
Total All Persons – Free White, Free Colored, Slaves: 2            John & Hannah Turner

In 1840, a John Turner lived in Union, Union Co., S.C. with possible wife – Hannah? If this is John and Hannah Turner, then it seems they probably just married. Son, Oliver P. Turner, was born in S.C. 1841 and also Elizabeth b. 1843. If my William is the William on the 1850, Davis District, Lumpkin Co., GA census, then between 1843, and by 1846 when William was born… the family had moved to GA (Moved to Ga. between 1843-1846)

1850: John & Hannah Turner – Davis, Lumpkin Co., GA.turner-john-and-hannah-and-william-1850-lumpkin-co-ga-clip

Family No. 35 – Davis, Lumpkin County, Georgia

  • Turner, John, age 26, born S.C. (1824 – although most times it is 1821)
  • Turner, Hannah, age 30, born S.C. (1820)
  • Turner, Oliver, age 9, born S.C. (1841)
  • Turner, Elizabeth, age 7, born S.C. (1843)
  • Turner, William, age 4, born GA. (1846)

I do believe, at this time, that this is my William P. Turner in the family of John and Hannah. Living directly next door is Clementh Abercrombie, whose daughter Sarah Fanny Abercrombie married Oliver Perry Turner.

1860: census has not been found… as of yet!

Believe me I have looked every which way, along with others, and John and Hannah are just not to be found. Anyone reading this – I’d love for you to take a shot at it, and I’ll be in your debt forever if you can locate it! It’s very frustrating, as I know they didn’t leave Georgia, and John was listed just 4 years later on the 1864 Lumpkin County Militia Census… so why, or how, were they not listed on the 1860 census?

1864: Lumpkin County, GA. Militia Census – John Turner

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County of Lumpkin, District 935: Age 42 years, 11 months (abt. 1821). First place I found an occupation other than a regular census, which always listed him as farmer, but here he is listed as a “hatter.” Also listed as born in South Carolina. Under “gun” column he lists that he owns a rifle, and in good condition. Under “cavalry” he lists nothing, so I’m assuming no horse owned.

This is the only found mention of him after the 1850 census as no researchers have turned up the 1860 census. I have searched in many ways, but nothing as of yet. I went back and searched his neighbors, but no John or Hannah; I have found families listed inside other family surnames before. This 1864 proves that he remained in Lumpkin Co., but where was home? I know the war had been raging from 1861 – did he possibly not want to be counted in 1860 for military reasons?

1870: John & Hannah Turner – Dahlonega, Lumpkin Co., Georgia.

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Name:                Family No. 904 Age
John Turner 48
Hannah Turner 55
Sarah Turner 18
Francis Turner 17
Mary Turner 14

In 1870 John is listed as a farmer, age 48 (b.1822); real estate valued at $1500; personal estate at $350; born in South Carolina. Daughter Mary’s future husband, Samuel Rider, is just two households away.

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1880: John & Hannah Turner – Hightower, Lumpkin Co., Georgia

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Name:                      Family No. 55 Age
John Turner 59
Hannah Turner 64 (too old to have a 6yr. old daughter)
Oliver Turner 39 (not living in household)
Elizabeth Turner 35 (could Darian be her daughter?)
William Turner 34 (not living in household)
Sary Turner 28 (could Darian be her daughter?)
Marion Turner (last census he was listed as Francis, now using his middle name) 25 (two married dates 1885 & 1906 – if married in 1885, he’s posb. still living home)
Mary Turner 23 (not living in household)
Darian Turner 6 (who’s daughter is this?)

For some odd reason, John & Hannah listed all their children in the 1880 census, whether living with them or not. I’m not sure who Darian (female) age 6 belonged to, as I don’t believe Hannah, at age 64 was still having children. I’m thinking possibly no one lived home now, unless the two unmarried daughters, Elizabeth and Sary, of which I have found nothing on, still lived with parents and female Darian, age 6, belonged to one of them.

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Oliver Perry Turner

Son of John & Hannah Turner

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Son, Oliver Perry Turner, married Sarah A. Albercrombie, September 30, 1866 in Lumpkin Co., GA. (Not living in household of parents, John & Hannah Turner in 1880)

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William Pinkney Turner

Son of John & Hannah Turner

Nimblewill, Lumpkin Co., Georgia

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Son, William Pinkney Turner, married Laura A. Gooch, Nov. 14, 1867 in Lumpkin Co., Georgia. (Not living in household of parents – John & Hannah Turner in 1880)

Name:              Family No. 99 Age
William Turner 33
Lauria A. Turner (Gooch) 28
Barner Turner 10
Missouria Turner 8
Mary E. Turner 5
Sarah E. Turner 2   (married William Clark Bryan)

Questions on this 1880 census:

Family No. 97 has a William Gooch with a servant listed of a William Turner, age 9, living in household as a servant. Which family did he belong to and why at the young age of 9, was he living in this household?

Family No. 98 is a George Turner, age 27 living next door to my William P. Turner., age 33: I know they aren’t brothers, but could they be cousins, and if so, well who is his father?

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Marriage record of my William Pinkney Turner to Lauria A. Gooch

November 14, 1867 – Lumpkin Co., GA.

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Mary Turner Rider

Daughter of John & Hannah Turner

1880 Barrettsville, Dawson Co., Georgia

Name Age
Samuel Rider 20
Mary (Turner) Rider 21
John Rider 3

1880: Auraria, Lumpkin Co., GA. Household of daughter Mary Turner (daughter of John & Hannah Turner) and husband Samuel Rider. (Not living in household of parents John & Hannah Turner.) By 1900 they had moved to Dawson Co., GA.

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Elizabeth Turner

 Daughter of John & Hannah Turner, born about 1845 in South Carolina. I have found no marriage, death or links to Ancestry trees on Elizabeth.

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Sary / Sarah Turner

Daughter of John & Hannah Turner, born about 1852 in Georgia. I have found no marriage, death or links to Ancestry trees on Sary.

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Francis Marion Turner

Son of John & Hannah Turner, born about 1855 in Georgia; married Clara Lee “Carrie” (Helmis/ Helms sp?), born Sept. 24, 1876 in Coweta Co., GA., and died April 20, 1917 of pneumonia at Scottsdale, GA. Info of name and dates from the the Georgia Baptist orphanage admission notes on children admitted to orphanage due to father being unable to care for children. Father, Francis M. Turner’s, address listed as Decatur, GA. (not all page was copied – copy sent to me by Lee Harvie). Married about 1885 using the 1900 Shoal Creek, Lumpkin Co., GA. census. 1910 census, Browning Distr., Dekalb Co., shows they were married for 4 years.)

  • Albert B. Turner, born June 1907 (twins)
  • Alfred D. Turner, born June 1907 (twins)
  • Frances Turner, born June 10, 1910
  • Henry Taft Turner, born Nov. 13, 1912

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This is a partial copy of a page from their admissions to the Georgia Baptist Orphanage – Relinquish form of May 11th, 1917. Frank’s wife, Carrie Turner, had just died of pneumonia on April 20, 1917. Sad that he could not support his children after the wife’s death and had to relinquish them in order for them to have care.

This orphanage began in only a ten-room house in 1872, located just 2 1/2 miles from Atlanta. This home began to help children and families in need, as such the case with Francis Marion Turner. His wife and died and he was destitute… I’m sure it was a sad day for him and those children, when he walked out… leaving his only family of four children in the care of the orphanage.

Ulysses Grant was president at this time and there were only 37 states in the United States. Our nation was not only still in turmoil, but changes were happening. It was the women at the Second Baptist Church of Atlanta who saw that need and first began this home in 1872 for destitute and helpless children who were left orphaned by the Civil War.

Frank M. Turner stated on the form that his present address was RFD #2, Decatur Georgia

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1891: John Turner (12-18-1891) Jones District, Lumpkin Co., Georgia

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This is the second time I’ve found a listing for John Turner as a hat-maker! The first mention was the 1864 Militia Lumpkin Co. Census. (Source: History of Lumpkin County by Andrew W. Cain)

Excerpt reads: John Turner, of Jones District, this county, the old hat-maker, was in town Wednesday. He is still making hats. He had three along with him. The only objection to his hats is that they never wear out. The old gentleman is more than three score and ten and is hale and hearty.

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Mrs. John Turner (obit)

June 2, 1893 – Dahlonega Signal

Possibly this is Hannah Turner, John’s wife

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This obit was found in Deaths, Murders and  Lynchings; Abstracted from Lumpkin Co., Georgia, Newspapers 1873-1900 by Jimmy E. Anderson

Could this be our Hannah Turner, wife of John Turner of Lumpkin Co., GA? We will be looking into this, hoping it (more) will yield more information. Our hopes that this is our Hannah is because the obit was posted in a Lumpkin Co., newspaper; possibly posted as it was her family’s home.

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1900, Barrettsville, Dist. 0019, Dawson Co., GA.

Daughter Mary A. Turner, wife of Samuel Rider. Mary’s father, John Turner, is living in household.

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John listed in family of Samuel and Mary (Turner) as father-in-law; within two months John Turner died. He most likely moved in with daughter after wife, Hannah, died; John and Hannah were both  listed as born in Kentucky on this census, but all previous ones listed them as born South Carolina, which I believe to be correct. On this census, a year of Jan. is given, along with 1821, which seems to be the year given most times.

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1900: Mt. Zion #1 Church

John & Hannah Turner were members

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From copied member pages of Mt. Zion #1 Church, we have an exact death date of Aug. 15?, 1900 for John Turner; this proves which church they belonged to. I previously thought they had belonged to the Nimblewill Church. The cemetery for Mt. Zion #1 is now located inside the ranger camp; it has been visited and no stones were located for Turner, but John and Hannah may still be buried there. (Source: Roz McLelland)

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Hannah Turner

 Mt. Zion No. 1 Church Member Records

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John Turner: Application of JJ Shedd for Letters of Administration of the Estate of John Turner

November 5, 1900

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Partial copy of the estate of John Turner on microfilm at Dahlonega, Georgia library; transcribed copies below.

John Turner – Estate of
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application of JJ SHEDD for Letters of Administration of the Estate of John TURNER:
Georgia Lumpkin County to the ordinary of said county the petition of JJ SHEDD A citizen of said county shows that John TURNER late of said county deceased departed this life in August 1900 and as he believes intestate leaving Property real and Personal of the Probable value of two hundred fifty dollars lying in said county of Lumpkin and that said estate should he administer upon for the Purpose of collecting the debts due to and owing by said Estate and for the Purpose of Making distribution therefore among the Heirs at law of said deceased whereof yore Petitioner Prays an order directing citation to issue and be Published in term of the law that if no good cause is shown to the contrary yore Petitioner be appointed the Permanent Administrator of the estate of said deceased this 5th day of November 1900.
W.S. HUFF Petitioner’s atty
Read and conceded and it is hereby ordered that citation issue and be Published is required by law this
Nov 5th 1900. WHC TATE ordinary

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Georgia Lumpkin County
to all whom it may concern JJ SHEDD has in due form applied to the under signed for permanent letters of Administrator on the estate of John TURNER late of said county deceased and I will Pass upon said application on the first Monday in December 1900.
Given under my Hand and official signature this the 5th day of November 1900.
WHC TATE ordinary of Lumpkin Co., GA

JJ SHEDD applicant for letters of Administrator on the Estate of John TURNER deceased
Upon hearing this case it is adjudged by the court that letters of Administrator upon the estate of said deceased issue to JJ SHEDD upon his taking and subscribing the oath and giving the Bond required by law the amount of which Bond is hereby fixt at five hundred dollars.
Granted this Dec 3d 1900.
WHC TATE ordinary

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Georgia Lumpkin County
I JJ SHEDD do somuly swear that John TURNER died intestate so far as I know or believe and that I will well and truly administer on all the estate of said deceased and disburse the same as the law requires and discharge to the best of my ability and my duties as Administrator on the estate of said deceased so Help me God.
Sworn to and subscribed before me this Dec 3d 1900

State of Georgia Lumpkin County
the Honorable the ordinary for the county and state of aforesaid to JJ SHEDD
Whereas John TURNER late of said county and state aforesaid deceased died intestate having whilst he lived and at the time his death Real and Personal estate within the county and state aforesaid the means whereof the full disposition and Power Granting the Administration of all and singler the Real and Personal estate of the said deceased and also [?]

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the accounts calculations and reckonings of the said Administration and a final dismission of the same to this court is manifestly known to known to belong & desiring that the Real and Personal Estate of said deceased may be well and truly Administered converted and well disposed of do hereby Grant unto the said JJ SHEDD

Full Power by the tenor of these Presents to administer the real and Personal Estate of the said deceased which to him in his lifetime and at the time of his death did belong and to ask issue for recover and receive the same and to pay the debts in which the deceased stood obligated so for forth[?] as his Real and Personal estate will extend according to their rate and order of law being first sworn on the Holy Evangelist of almighty God to make a true and perfect inventory thereof and to exhibit the same unto the court of ordinary aforesaid in order to be Recorded and before next [?] and to render a just and true account calculate when thereunto required

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and I ordain and constitute you the said JJ Shedd Administrator of all and Singler the Real and Personal Estate of the said deceased

Witness the Honorable ordinary for Lumpkin County [blank] day of [blank]
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Frances Marion Turner and Carrie E. Turner

1910 Census: Browning, Dekalb, Georgia

Name Age
Francis M Turner 56
Carry Turner 34
Albert B Turner 2
Alfred D Turner 2
Francis Turner 0

Children of Francis Marion and Carrie E. Turner

Albert William “Bill” Turner,  June 10, 1907 to parents Frances Marion and Carrie Turner.; Carrie died in 1917 and is buried in Fellowship Primitive Baptist Church Cemetery, Tucker, DeKalb Co., Georgia. Albert’s mother died of pneumonia and his father, Frances Marion Turner, age 65 and unable to care for the 4 children, placed him and his 3 siblings in the Georgia Baptist Children’s Home, Hapeville Ga. He left the orphanage in 1925 and went to New Orleans, LA, where he became a merchant marine and lived that life in New Orleans until his death on Nov. 15 1976; he is buried in Melwood Cemetery, Stone Mountain, DeKalb Co., Georgia; Plot: Lot 319 – Section 2 – Block A – Grave 2: he never married and had no children.

 Alfred Tine Turner , twin of Albert, was born June 10, 1907, Tucker, DeKalb Co., Georgia; he left the orphanage and eventually married Ruth Sams of Fulton County, GA, and moved to NC, where they lived until his death on August 30, 1963 in North Wilkesboro, Wilkes Co., N.C. and is buried in Arlington Memorial Park, Sandy Springs, Fulton Co., Georgia.

Frances Delano Turner, their only daughter, was born on June 24, 1909 in Decatur, DeKalb County, Georgia. After leaving the orphanage, Frances eventually married Allen J. North of Georgia; they had no children. Frances died March 27, 1987 in Powder Springs, Cobb Co., Georgia.

Henry I. Turner, Nov. 13, 1912, died Sept., 1980, in Jersey City, Hudson Co., N.J. and was cremated; the only sibling to have children (4). From Find a Grave, it is listed as… He is survived by a loving nephew and 3 loving nieces and their families in NJ. Henry seems to be the only one not actually listed on Find A Grave with a gravesite; which seems odd to me, but maybe because he was cremated, there is no actual grave? (At some point before 1951, he was living in California as his social security number was issued there.

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1920: Georgia Baptist Orphanage Home – Hapeville, Fulton Co., GA.

Children of Francis M. & Carrie E. Turner

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In 1920, the census lists the four Turner siblings in the Georgia Baptist Orphanage Home in Hapeville, Fulton, Georgia. (Info on Henry was found on the 1920 Census and the U.S. Soc. Sec. Death Index on Ancestry ) There are two more Turner’s listed, but they are listed as a separate family on the census.

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Weekend Weathervanes: Stoudt’s Black Angus Restaurant and Pub

Now I know what to do with those photos – “thanks” to Heather Wilkinson Rojo at Nutfield Genealogy; she blogs Weekly Wednesday Weathervanes  in New Hampshire.  Please check out her page and enjoy the many unusual weathervane photos and often you’ll be entertained with a history lesson. It’s amazing at what you can encounter in your travels – You Just Need To Look Up!

Weekend Weathervanes: Stoudt’s Black Angus Restaurant and Pub – Adamstown, Pennsylvania.

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The famous “Bull” on top of Stoudt’s Angus Restaurant & Pub

 

 

What was once a famous steakhouse in Adamstown, PA. – has now turned into an antique mall on their famous strip of “antique malls” – known as the Antique Capital of PA; if you enjoy antique hunting, this is the place to come. We enjoyed our trip there last summer and will definitely be returning; so many unusual places to shop and eat and it’s only a hop and a skimp over from the Amish area.

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2017 A to Z: Letter D… All About Me

2017 A to Z: Letter D…

I thought I’d change up the ongoing 52 stories this year to an A to Z of 26 stories and write  “All About Me”.  I plan to post bi-monthly, but I’m not holding myself to a certain time frame other than completing by year end. Originally I was going to do the “All About Me” for the April A to Z, but as I might get just a wee bit long-winded, I thought I’d give myself a longer time frame. Hopefully by the time I reach letter Z, I will have written all I can remember about “me.” If you so feel inclined, why not join me in your own “A to Z” of All about Me!

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D delivers … Daddy, Dolls, Dreams, Diary, Dogs, Dancing, Driving, Divorce, Desserts

Daddy: I could have saved him for the letter F, for father, but he was my daddy. While I have many photographs of me with him when I was young, I think we became closer later on. Many reasons for that, but it is what it is, and I never stopped loving him.

I don’t have many memories of family time with daddy as a young girl, he was always working and if not there, it was because he had fallen into the bad habit of gambling and drinking. He picked up the bad habit of gambling, I’m told, from the early age of a young boy. He wasn’t always the one sitting by my bed when I was sick or taking me to school, but he was there for me in other ways.

I remember daddy taking me out to dinner in a restaurant called The Saratoga in Macon for birthdays… always special having dinner dates with him. I was never too old for him to order me a Shirley Temple. He even took Steve and I there for dinner before we left Georgia, and I guess I still got my Shirley Temple while the guys had a drink… married and still not old enough to have a drink!

He became closer to me when it was just the two of us living together after my parents divorce. The time Steve came down to marry me was one of the toughest things for him, although I never realized that until much later on. I was a giddy 19-year old, in love, getting married, and only had eyes for my soon-to-be husband. Daddy was loosing his little girl. I’ll never forget the first time he met Steve…. I was sent to take an early bath, as he wanted a man-to-man conversation with him. Of course, I kept the water running low because I wanted to hear. He was reading him “the riot act” as they say, and how he better be in love with me, and not do anything to ever hurt me. Well after, almost, 46 years of marriage this year, I guess he complied! (I met Steve while he was stationed at Warner Robins AFB)

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New Perry Hotel: photo from Wikimedia Commons  with a creative license 

Daddy took us out for dinner at The New Perry Hotel the day we returned home married …after our little excursion to Aiken, South Carolina. Why did I marry there…. long story, but if you must know. Steve was in the Air Force and soon being transferred to Thailand, from Loring AFB in Maine; he wanted to leave me home as his wife. My big brainstorm was that if we weren’t going to plan a wedding, we’d run off without any parents and marry. I had heard you could marry the same day…no blood tests – no waiting; we learned quickly, after arriving, that there was a 24-hour waiting period… I hadn’t done my homework!

The day we left for Connecticut, daddy rose early and left the house before I was even awake. He called later to say goodbye, and apologize that he couldn’t make it back before we left. I learned later from a friend of his that he was having a hard time dealing with me leaving; I guess he couldn’t bring himself to say goodbye to me in person. If only I had known, I would have searched him out for that last daddy hug!

Dolls: My biggest doll obsession was always Barbie, but I did have a baby doll I kept all these years… my Madame Alexander baby. She is now my new hat model for the granddaughters hats, and she never complains!

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My Alexander Baby Doll modeling one of my many knitted Baa-ble hats!

Barbie is who I most remember mostly playing with and I’ve kept her, Ken, and Midge safely tucked away in a Barbie case for many years. Mama was Barbie’s personal seamstress; often in the summer she’d let all the girls and go to her and place our Barbie clothes orders… returning later in the afternoon to pick them up. Mama sat at her sewing machine all day just to sew for Barbie… that’s a loving mother!

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Barbie, with friend Midge has lived inside this case since the mid ’60’s. How interesting that my Barbie was a red head in light of my daughter and two granddaughters…. also red heads! Look how cute Midge is with that flipped up hair-style, so popular back in the day, but the blue eyes they gave her is just a wee bit scary!

The leopard stole is the one item in Barbie’s wardrobe that my mother stitched… and that I saved. Hmm, wonder what she cut up to make that? I only wish I knew what else she made for Barbie, but neither one of us remembers at this point! Don’t you love my Barbie and Ken doll case, but my Ken seems to be MIA. Did he run away because he was balding; he once had a small fuzzy head of hair, but over the years, he seemed to have lost most of it. I will be on the hunt for him!

Dreams: I don’t remember any dreams as a child, and I very seldom remember any of my dreams now, but my husband has the wildest and craziest dreams ever. I often ask him what he dreamed about because he was usually kicking and fighting me in bed the night before. When I first came to Connecticut, and lived with his parents while he was in Thailand, I had a very vivid dream that had me seriously questioning whether true or false when I woke; I dreamed about planes flying over and we were possibly under attack. It took me several minutes to get myself together, and it left me very shaken. I really wanted to call Steve in Thailand to make sure he was ok, as I thought maybe it was a sign; I knew it wasn’t possible to make that call, which was tough.

Several years later, after moving to Westville, we lived on the second floor of a two-family home; Steve worked nights, so I was home alone with the kids. I often stayed up late working on crafts, but after falling asleep one night I dreamed that I walked into the front room and saw the glass french doors ajar; they opened to the front hallway going downstairs. As I put my hand on the doorknob to pull it shut, I felt resistance, and I struggled to pull shut to close…. while thinking someone was on the other side trying to come in. I woke to my heart beating so fast…  Steve came home to every light on in the house that night at 3 a.m. I probably dreamed about those doors as I worried about them even before we moved there; they say that’s why you dream about things – things on your mind and worrying you.

The one dream I remember having over and over is one about my father… but it has finally stopped and I can’t even remember now when I last dreamed about him. In my dream I’m calling him on the phone, or trying to, and I’m having a hard time finding his number and then getting him to even answer the phone, and when he does answer he’s very evasive about seeing me. Another part of the dream is actually going home and looking for him at places where he was suppose to be, but I can’t find him; or trying to find where he was living, but he was never there. At times in my dream, I’d get him on the phone and beg to see him, but I can’t remember why I never could get there. So what does my dreams mean…. well I don’t know. I can only assume that I wanted to see and be with him, but when he remarried, things changed. Strange how dreams occur… I guess they happen when your mind or self conscious works overtime at night.

Diary: I guess my diary qualifies as my first blog…. but it was just personal for my eyes only!  Even though each day was only a few lines long, I wrote super small, making sure all my “important” thoughts fit in. I’m sure I wrote on every nook and cranny on those pages too, and I still wrote off and on in them until I married.

I remember having several of those diary books… the ones that came with a little key to keep prying eyes out. Really! Who would pry in my house – I had no siblings to pester me about reading them.

And what did I do before I married…. Yep…. I did one of my most regrettable things ever – I threw them in the trash! I can still see them laying there in my trashcan by my bureau. I’d like to slap myself silly now for doing that… “self – what were you thinking?” I wasn’t! I didn’t want my new husband to happen to read all my silliness, so I threw away all my teenage thoughts, silly boyfriend troubles, loves and hates and whatever else written between those book covers. Knowing my husband as well as I do now, after almost  years of marriage, he would never have read them or even want to.

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Just think, one of my granddaughters, or great to-be’s, could have blogged those diaries to all the world one day. My dream is that someone possibly found and rescued those diaries from the trash, but where are they? I’m sure there are people who collect diaries… Hmm, is there still a chance for me! What’s the odds? Yea I know, it’s a 500 million shot to one, that they’d ever show up, but a girl can dream… and hope!

I’m sure if I ever had the chance to re-read them, I surely would have a good laugh at myself for being so silly in worrying about “boyfriend” troubles. And knowing what I do now, I would surely have sent that boyfriend packing that gave me trouble… causing me to shed tears over him. I remember telling my daughter, if he’s the right one for you, he won’t make you cry!

Dogs: Our first dog was part German Shepard and part Bird Dog – and mama named him Butch. She got him when I was really small and we were living in Union Point. While I have no memory or photos of him, I’m told I learned to walk by holding onto his tail. He guarded me in the yard and “no one” came into the yard that he didn’t know, and often even who he did know, approached cautiously unless mama was in the yard also. Besides keeping people out of the yard, he also didn’t let me leave the yard… being part bird dog, he’d point you before he bit you; not sure if he actually bit anyone, but that’s what mama told me. He was my first play-mate and between him and me we broke almost all of mama’s little ceramic figurines. I’d pile them into his mouth, and he’d stand there just holding them, well until mama came in the room and yelled his name. That’s when they broke! If she yelled his name, he dropped them on the floor. I guess that’s why mama only had a few to survive; I have only one which survived the years. 

My little “one” figurine that has survived with me for sixty-five years of my lifetime. It was probably either bought in Memphis or in Union Point, where we first lived. This could possibly have been one of my “heirloom posts” but I chose to include it here.

Mama and Daddy had a little terrier dog named Tinkerbelle they’d gotten in Memphis, but I think he died when I was a baby. She believed that someone poisoned him and threw his body in the city septic area below our house.

After moving to Perry, about 1957, someone told mama how chihuahuas were good for children with asthma… guess what? It wasn’t long before I had a chihuahua, and I named him Jeanne’s Teddy Bear. Whether it’s true or not about the asthma part, she always told me how she’d find Teddy wheezing after I went to sleep, instead of me.

Dancing:  My first introduction to structured dancing was going with my parents and watching the country square dancing they did. While I only watched for the most part, I was allowed to participate in the “last call” dance of the evening. To me, that was the highlight of the night!

I remember taking ballroom dance lessons, learning the fox trot, box step and the two-step, and how to hold your partner. When I asked mama, she had no memory of me doing that, so I hope I’m remembering correctly. LOL

As I became a teenager, I loved to just dance, especially all the new dances like the Twist by Chubby Checker, the Pony, and a crazy one called the Mashed Potatoes. I think the Twist was one of the biggest dances that had everyone, old and young alike, getting up on the dance floor to give a try. I know mama always liked to twist if I was playing records and dancing.

Driving: Besides driving my parents crazy, let me tell you about when I turned that magic age of 16 and how I got my drivers license. At 15 in Georgia, they had the coveted “learners permit” allowing you to drive with anyone over the age of 21. I drove mostly with my father, and it wasn’t always quiet in the car! He’d yell at me that I wasn’t doing it right, and I’d yell back…  then he’d tell me “do as I say, not as I do.” Several times I pulled over and yelled, “well then I’m not driving with you anymore.”  Eventually we’d smooth our tempers and I’d be back on the road. I don’t remember driving with mama, she tended to leave it to him.

Drivers Ed: This was the course in school everyone couldn’t wait to take. The girls basketball coach, Coach Brady, taught everyone to drive. There was usually about two or three of us who went out driving at a time. But the best part was, he stopped at 7-11 and let us stock up on candy and drinks, while he bought cigarettes; which was the real reason for the stop! Once all stocked, we were on the road and usually driving toward Warner Robins. Anytime I drove, especially if I was last, we were always late back to school as I never passed any cars. I was afraid to pass no matter how hard he urged me… and I still don’t like to today. I always feel like I’m going to miss seeing that car coming up behind me. The other kids in the car never minded…. who wanted to get back to school!

Drivers License: Ok, so now I’ve learned to drive… next was the dreaded license test! I guess I studied, although my husband will say today that if I really read my book, I’d know the answers to what he asks me about driving.

Well the day finally came and mama took me to get my license. There was no DMV there… you went to the local State Patrol office in town. We walked in and when they asked mama what she needed…  they just smiled and said well have her sign here! I took No written or driving test…. I just signed my name and they handed me my license – I was good to go… and drive! And the funny part of this story is that not only did I take No test, but my mother never did either.

The day my father took mama to get her license in Union Point, they walked into the local police station and the officers were fiddling with the TV…. they wanted to watch the ballgame. Well, it was their lucky day…as daddy repaired TV’s for a living. He offered to look at their TV, and shortly… they were watching the game. They then asked what he was there for, and after telling them his wife wanted her license, well you can guess what… she just signed her name and they gave her a license; No written test and no driving test! My husband still shakes his head over the whole thing!

When I moved to CT. and went to visit the dreaded DMV for my license, the young instructor said, “well I guess you should take a test.” Immediately I said, “are you serious, I’ve been driving for 4 years, why should I take a test?” I guess I intimidated him, as he just looked at this long haired, 19 year old Southern girl staring at him and said, “OK,”  and soon handed me a CT. license!

Divorce: No matter how old you are, divorce still hurts. My parents divorced the year I graduated from high school…. I was 17! Although I knew for years that their marriage wasn’t what it should have been, they were still together, and now it was finally over for good. My mother moved home to care for her father, while I remained with my father to finish high school. I was graduating in a few months and no way was I changing schools at the end of my senior year.

I think those months I lived alone with daddy, was when I became very close to him, although it was a rough ride for him at times. He had never been the disciplinary one at home, and I tested him many times. When mama was home, I walked the line, had a curfew, and didn’t dare test her, but daddy was easy to get around. One weekend, I even ran away, packing my suitcase and walking out. I hid out with friends and worried him all weekend, finally returning home on Sunday evening. Why did I do that…. what was I mad over…. I really have no answer, but I was hot-tempered and testing him out I guess.

Most times, wherever I told him where I was…. well I wasn’t! I think he had people in high places that kept an eye out for me and I found that out when he told me that a friend of his in the  GBI paid him a visit. I’ll keep mum on that one!

He always gave me a check to keep in my wallet in case of an emergency…. That was a mistake as I loved to shop. One day I walked into a hangout called The Coffee Shop and there was a blue suede fringe purse that just called out to me; remember I grew up in the “hippy” era. I didn’t have fourteen dollars in my purse, but I did have a check! When daddy read his bank statement that month, he asked “so where is this coffee shop you ate at“? He didn’t get mad, just told me to reconsider how I use the next check; one of his most-often sayings to me was “better tighten your belt!

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My blue suede “hippy” purse – Even my daughter used it during her teenage years. See daddy, it got lots of use and now it’s vintage!

Desserts: Why am I adding this, who knows… but it came to mind, so I saved it for last. Desserts were not often in my house when I grew up. Mama was a great cook, but not a baker! I was such an under-privileged child! Mama never baked chocolate chip cookies, not even one time! Poor Me!

We did have many sweets at the holidays though, because her clients (she was a beautician) brought cakes, cookies and candy. That’s where I first tasted Divinity! The only dessert mama ever made was her lemon pie and it’s still a favorite of mine, as well my daughter. I bake many desserts from cakes to pies and cookies, too many to mention, but mama’s lemon pie is still one of my go-to’s that I just have to have every so often. I recently made one at mama’s house while there and she definitely enjoyed it; and I might just have go make another one now that it’s on my mind. Come on over and sit a spell and I’ll be glad to serve you up a slice! If you’d like to read about foods, just click on my A to Z where I wrote on Southern foods and memories.

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Weekend Weathervanes: Row Row Row your Boat

Now I know what to do with those photos – “thanks” to Heather Wilkinson Rojo at Nutfield Genealogy; she blogs Weekly Wednesday Weathervanes  in New Hampshire.  Please check out her page and enjoy the many unusual weathervane photos and often you’ll be entertained with a history lesson. It’s amazing at what you can encounter in your travels – You Just Need To Look Up!

Weekend Weathervanes: Row Row Row your Boat

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As we headed toward Stratford, CT., my husband said, “look up“… but of course I wasn’t prepared and I missed my shot. I had to wait until later in the day when we headed back over the bridge to get my shot of the little Row Row Row your Boat. I also found many weathervanes that day as we rode along the Stratford beach area, but I’ll save them for another day.

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What I loved about this boat was how uniquely detailed it was from the little man sitting inside the boat and the oars he rowed. I could easily picture him rowing away from the marina, out for a morning row along the river. This weathervane is the perfect topper for Village Marina on Bridgeport Avenue; the border of Devon and Stratford, CT. and sitting right alongside the Housatonic River. Even though the locals call it the town of Devon, it’s actually a borough located inside the town of Milford.

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Using Google maps, I located Village Marina (red check on house) located alongside the Housatonic River… just before the Stratford bridge.

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Friday Night Family Heirlooms… telling their stories: The Biscuit Making Bread Bowls and Butter Molds

Friday Night Family Heirlooms… telling their stories:

When “heirlooms” aren’t identified, and their stories never told, they often become items tossed or sold – as they have no history, no ties to the family. So take the time to identify your family heirlooms history and record your memories so the family treasures aren’t tossed in the trash. They are just as valuable as your family photographs and also need to be documented. Sometimes it’s not even the value of the item in question; it’s the story which holds the value.

The Biscuit Making Bread Bowls and Butter Molds

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These bread bowls, rolling pins and butter molds were part of staple necessities in Grandmama McKinley’s kitchen.

Grandmama made her biscuits from “no” recipe, just the feel of the dough with her hands, and that is also how my mother makes hers, but me… well I had to write out a “somewhat” recipe. Although I have to say, that the more I have made them, I can add a little bit more of this and that and “yes” I do know the feel of the dough.

I learned to make biscuits the old country way, no rolling, just pinch off a ball of dough, roll, and lightly press down in your pan. My choice of cooking pans to bake biscuits is a cast iron pan, and mama always taught me to keep them close together, as it helps them to rise instead of spread.

Grandmama made a lot of butter, and mama should know as she was the one sitting behind the butter churn. On Saturdays when they went to town, grandmama often took a few pounds of butter to trade off for other things she didn’t make. I’m told she sold butter and eggs and saved her extra cream to sell to the “cream” man who came around once a month; except for the time mama decided to take a cream bath!

One of these days, I’m going to clean that bread bowl, add flour, un-measured just like grandmama, and make biscuits… then I’ll write a biscuit making post.

My biscuits – Before and After!

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Family Heirloom Bloggers:

I started a Family Heirloom challenge in November 2015 asking fellow bloggers to join me in telling the stories of their family heirlooms. Writing the stories of the family heirlooms I’ve been entrusted with has been on my mind for a long time; the time is now and I plan to write their stories on a weekly basis.

Please check out the weekly Family Heirloom stories of…

Blogger: Cathy Meder-Dempsey at Opening Doors in Brick Walls
Blogger: Karen Biesfeld at Vorfahrensucher
Blogger: Kendra Schmidt at trekthrutime
Blogger: Linda Stufflebean at Empty Branches on the Family Tree
Blogger:  Schalene Jennings Dagutis at Tangled Roots and Trees
Blogger: True Lewis at Notes to Myself
Blogger: Vera Marie Badertscher at Ancestors in Aprons                              Blogger: Heather Lisa Dubnick at  Little Oak Blog
Blogger: Kathy Rice at https://everyleafhasastory.wordpress.com/2016/01/29/heirloom-afghan/
Blogger: Mary Harrell-Sesniak at  Genealogy Bank Heirlooms Blog
Blogger: Amy Johnson Crow’s 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks theme for 2015 Week 24 was Heirlooms. Check out her Blog at –  52 Ancestors Challenge 2015: Week 24 Recap  for links to more Heirloom posts.

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2017 A to Z: Letter C… All About Me

2017 A to Z: Letter C…

I thought I’d change up the ongoing 52 stories this year to an A to Z of 26 stories and write  “All About Me”.  I plan to post bi-monthly, but I’m not holding myself to a certain time frame other than completing by year end. Originally I was going to do the “All About Me” for the April A to Z, but as I might get just a wee bit long-winded, I thought I’d give myself a longer time frame. Hopefully by the time I reach letter Z, I will have written all I can remember about “me.” If you so feel inclined, why not join me in your own “A to Z” of All about Me!

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C comes to mind…. Camping, Cheerleading, Cats, Cooking, Cookbooks, Computer, Clothes, Church, Comic Books, Cars, Cuban Crisis, Chickens, Crafts… and Cemeteries

Camping: We often went camping on the weekend at Lake Sinclair, meeting up with mama and daddy’s best friends, Willie Mae and Henry Sisson, and their daughters, Karen, Pat and Debbie. Saturday nights were the best, as the camping area had a large overhang with a cement floor for dancing, but the best part was… it had a Jukebox! All the kids gathered there on Saturday night and we kept that jukebox blasting until someone pulled the plug! The one song I remember we played over and over was “Wooly Bully” by Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs… I think once everyone had heard it for the upteenth time, well that was when someones dad would pull the plug – they had had enough!

We didn’t camp with a tent, instead mama let the seats down in our station wagon and we both camped out in the back… making a comfy bed of quilts; daddy was content to sleep outside under the stars in a reclining chair. The best part about camping there was waking up to the smell of bacon sizzling in mama’s cast iron pan… daddy was always the cook at the lake. The only down-side was… none of mama’s home made biscuits, but daddy did cook canned biscuits. Those breakfasts were the best eaten outside by the lake, as being outdoors gives you a big appetite; I remember how the food tasted so good and I can almost close my eyes now as I write this and smell that bacon…. I”m hungry now!

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Sunday was usually the day their friends came, bringing the boat for skiing, but the first time I tried, well it didn’t go well. All I remember is, they instructed me to put the rope around my neck while putting on the ski’s… and guess what, I went under. I pretty much gave up on skiing as I couldn’t get my ski’s on, while keeping my head above water at the same time. I’d rather dance to Wooly Bully all night long!

Cheerleading: No I never was a cheerleader, but I did try out in high school. And what changed my mind… how sore I was after practicing for a week. I remember my legs being so sore that I could hardly walk up the front steps to my house. I’m surprised I attempted to even try out, as so many clubs were always certain close-knit girls and hard to get in.

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Rah, Rah, Rah… go Perry Panthers!

 

Cats: While I never had a cat in our house while growing up, there were many cats at granddaddy McKinley’s farm. They weren’t family pets though, more like feral cats. Granddaddy fed them, and I guess in return… they kept the mouse population under control. I was always intrigued and wanted to just hold them, but that wasn’t an easy task to manage. Usually the only ones I could “safely” catch were the kittens, and that would only be for a short time… as soon as my grip loosened just a bit, they were lightning fast in escaping.

Cooking: This was something I never did at home with my mother or grandmothers. I ‘d safely say I pretty much exited the kitchen if mama was cooking… there was no interest to learn. By the time I was old enough to learn, grandmama McKinley wasn’t cooking any longer so I never had the chance to be one of those grandchildren who experienced cooking with their grandmother. The only memory I have of being in the kitchen watching grandmama Bryan was when she made sweet potato cobbler; from that memory helped me to perfect a recipe and story – Heirloom Recipes.

When I married, I really didn’t know how to cook, but with the help of my mother-in-law and calling my mother…. I learned how to make all my husband and my favorite dishes. The hardest thing to learn was how to make Southern biscuits… it took many “watches” to learn that trick!

And since my husband retired, and I work full-time, I taught him how to make all his favorite dishes… and many of mine. Nothing like coming home to a cooked meal!

Cookbooks: I have loved collecting cookbooks and I’d say the first one I ever had was the one daddy sent me… Miss Mildred’s Southern Cooking??? She lived in our town and owned a clothes store; she also wrote a cooking column for the local paper in Perry called the Cook’s Nook. I contributed a few Italian recipes to her after moving away. Through the years I fell in love with cookbooks, although I didn’t use them as much for recipes… but I did enjoy reading them. Many are filled with family stories of how their recipes came to be.

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Recently I attempted a little cookbook de-cluttering and let go of a basket full…. but there’s plenty I kept. Maybe another time I will de-clutter again. This was just the shelf in my Hoosier Cabinet, there’s still the kitchen cabinet that I need to go through and I’m sure there are more hiding around in out of the way storage spaces.

Cookbooks I let go….. and I’m sure more will follow!

Several years ago I made two family cookbooks of all the family’s favorite recipes, stories and memories. My first one was mostly of my Southern favorites… it was easy for me as I wrote my memories. I added a few Italian favorites for my children… who thought I’d even attempt a second cookbook, but I did. While my husband’s family loved my cookbook, they quietly asked, “what about our family favorites”… and I began a second cookbook. It was so popular among family and friends of the family that I was constantly printing, reprinting and lugging the pages to the copier to be bound . (I’m planning a blog post in the future on my family cookbooks… stay tuned!)

Computer: I can vividly still remember the very first time I saw a home computer work and stood there trying to wrap my brain around how it connected to all those libraries, chat rooms and much more… giving you information at the click of a mouse! All I visualized was wires going in and out of all those places and me trying to figure it all out in my mind – it was mind boggling!  

It wasn’t long before I went in search of a computer, in the guise of “for my son“, but I knew that I wanted to learn more about this computer thing! I slowly learned how to work the mouse, dial online, and was soon surfing away as I heard “you have mail“. Can you still hear that dialing tone as it logging you on? My first genealogy groups were bulletin boards on Prodigy…. I  spent hours in there while the kids were in school and hubby at work. There was a topic for anything and everything and I made so many genealogy contacts through those boards on my surnames… and there’s still a few I’ve stayed in contact with.

Computers have made such a big change from those huge heavy monitors to the nice flat screens we have today. Such a difference now, from the always-on with “wifi” … no more dialing up and hogging your phone line, and much faster speeds. Computers changed the way genealogists researched and it’s never stopped changing since.

Clothes: When I think of the clothes I had as a child, I remember all the long hours my mother spent at her sewing machine. Until I was about twelve years old, she sewed all my clothes. It wasn’t long after that, when I began begging for store-bought dresses like the other girls wore to school. She told me later how much it hurt her when I asked for store-bought clothes; she felt sad that I didn’t want what she sewed. I guess she really enjoyed sewing them, but I was just being a regular teenage girl who wanted the new styles shown in the store windows.

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Mama’s embroidery on my favorite dress!

 

Besides sewing my dresses, she also embroidered on a few of them – an art she learned by sitting next to her mother and watching. I also learned how to embroidery, but I don’t remember watching anyone.. I’m more self-taught in most of my crafts. The only dress I have a photo of which mama embroidered, I featured in a Friday Night Family Heirlooms… telling their stories: My Favorite Dress.

 I guess the one thing I’m thankful for is that mama didn’t make my underwear like her mother did for her… made from flour and feed sacks! I hear it was pretty scratchy!

While I’m not a clothes hound now…. I once was!  I remember the shopping trips to downtown Macon and checking out all the new style dresses in the windows. The hemlines became much shorter by the time I went to high school, and some of my dresses were quite short; I’m even surprised that mama let me have them. One of the male teachers in high school carried a ruler and threatened to measure our hemlines, but my mother quickly set him straight…  that if he put one hand on my knee to measure my hemline… well it would be his last. He never came near me, or my hemline!

Yes “Pantsuits” were in style when I was in high school, and so glad they aren’t anymore! The car I left behind in Georgia, my 1967 fastback Mustang!

Finally in high school, they changed the dress code… we could now wear pants – how ancient that sounds! While we weren’t allowed to wear jeans, and I don’t even remember ever wearing them anyway, we could finally wear pants. There was a “but” though… we could only wear pantsuits! I think I had a pantsuit, of every style, in every color that Sears and Roebuck sold; they were my favorite store for “pantsuit” shopping!

Church: When we moved to Perry, my parents were Baptist, but most of my friends were Methodists, so I began going to MYF (Methodist Youth Fellowship) with them on Sunday evenings. Eventually I asked mama if I could be baptized in the Methodist Church; she moved their letter to the Methodist Church where I was baptized and it then became our family church. While I never was a Sunday church goer, I was involved in the church.

Comic Books: Comic Books always called to me anytime I went to the drug store; maybe it was the artwork covers that called out to me, but I loved looking and reading them. My early favorites were Little Ritchie, Annie, Little Nancy, Casper, Cecil and the Sea Serpent, Little Lulu, and then I graduated to The Archie’s with Veronica, Betty and Jughead; I read them over and over again. If I had some change in my pocket, I was buying a comic book!

Cars: My first car was a 1965 pale yellow Mustang… I had just turned 16! My father had looked for months for the “perfect” car, but seemed more like years to me. He finally cam

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Me with a friend of my parents. (Short dresses were the style)

e home one evening and told me that he had found me a car… and it was sitting outside in the driveway. My feet couldn’t get out there fast enough and I fell in love with it from the first moment! Does anyone ever forget their first car?

It was an automatic with the gears on the floor, making it appear to be a manual shift – I thought that was the coolest! It was my grandfather McKinley who actually bought it for me – a whopping $500 he paid! I wish I could remember more, like how many miles did it have on it, where or who did he buy it from, but all I was thinking about was… just driving it! He let me drive it around the block… and it was tempting to go further, but I didn’t dare!

At that time, girls didn’t even need insurance like today, they just automatically were on their parents policy; boys needed insurance, they were considered a risk. I never even thought anything about the upkeep of my car… when it needed tires, daddy took care of it. How times are changed!

I probably only had my mustang about a year or so, when one day as I rode by Moody Ford on the corner of Commerce and Ball St., a 1967 green Fast Back Mustang sitting in the corner caught my eye. I circled the block and pulled in – I wanted that car! I  traded in my ’65 for a car payment plan! I only wish I’d kept the paperwork on those cars so I could trace their genealogy history… just to see if they have survived the years! When I married and left Georgia, I left my ’67 mustang with daddy and never gave it another thought until much later! Even today my husband says… “what were we thinking!

Cuban Crisis: I never really understood what the Cuban Crisis was when I was young, I just knew that a bomb could land on America and if you didn’t have a bomb shelter… you were going to die. There was one family in our neighborhood who actually built a bomb shelter, but I never saw it. Not sure if I ever even wanted to, but all the kids knew it was in their house… somewhere! I remember feeling scared when I thought about a bomb coming over – but I had no concept at that time of really where it was coming from or where it would land. Mama told me that she once said how she’d like to paint a big bulls-eye on our house, so the bomb could hit us and we’d all go at once. She said I cried when I heard her say that, saying “I don’t want a bomb to hit our house.” She quickly told me that she wasn’t serious…. later saying that she didn’t realize how it would scare me.

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Chickens following me at cousin Katie’s house in Canterbury, CT.

 

Chickens: While we had no chickens at our house in Perry, there were plenty of chickens at granddaddy McKinley’s farm. He had a large chicken coop on the path leading up to the barns where they were kept at nighttime, but during the day he let them roam in the yard. I enjoyed feeding them by throwing feed – they’d swarm around as soon as they knew I had the food pail. What I hated the most was.. stepping in chicken poop! I often went barefoot at the farm, so when you stepped in it… well you knew instantly!

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The Egg Gathering Basket

 

While it was fun to gather the eggs,  I’d sometimes find chickens in their nest, which made me walk carefully… feeling afraid they’d attack. They didn’t like you to disturb them if they were in their nest and I quickly learned I wasn’t that brave! I still have granddaddy’s egg basket featured in an Heirloom post.

Crafts: I don’t think there’s too many crafts out there that I haven’t attempted. My mother crocheted, but I didn’t really learn from her other than just trying a few stitches. My mother-in-law was a big crocheter and knitter and she taught me many of the basic stitches and I took it from there. Many people say that they can’t read directions, but that never seemed to be a problem for me, although my mother says she never could read or follow them; whatever she made, she made up as she went along. She crocheted, just like her mother, creating it out of her head – no directions!

My 2016 knitted Baa-able sheep hats that I went crazy knitting…. and you can read all about them over Here.

Once I began knitting, I found I liked it better than crocheting, but I go through stages when I knit… and I never knit in the summer! During the 80’s I went through a phase of crewel embroidery and along with my mother-in-law and aunt’s, we embroidered several pictures. At every family picnic, everyone brought whatever crafts they were working on at the moment.

When my kids were small I sold felt Christmas ornaments I saw featured in Woman’s World magazine, and I soon was staying up till the wee hours cutting and sewing… they were all hand sewn, no glue! I made so many that I sold at craft shows and family members even took them to their workplace to sell. For all my hard work, I charged a measly $2 an ornament. Today, I wouldn’t make them for less than ten dollars at the least. I’ll leave you with a little tease… there will be another story on my felt ornaments under another “letter.”

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I even had my own business card!

And finally, last but not least, one of my favorite places to ride through on a Sunday afternoon… Cemeteries. When my kids were younger, going to Georgia with me on “vacation”, I often pulled them through cemeteries looking for ancestor graves… just ask them! Today, I enjoy photographing the unusual gravestones, or war memorials standing tall in honor of the men who fought and died in the wars. If you’d like to check out one of my many “honors” from my cemetery rides, click Here for Connecticut, and Here for Georgia. A recent cemetery in New Haven, caught my “genealogy” interest because of what I found on the gravestones… click Cemetery Sunday: St. Bernard’s Cemetery to read what caught my eye! Hint… Read the gravestones there and leave me a message on what piece of genealogy history you found that would make you do the “genealogy dance“!

Stay Tuned….. The D’s will be marching in!

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Friday Night Family Heirlooms… telling their stories: China Tea Set

Friday Night Family Heirlooms… telling their stories

When “heirlooms” aren’t identified, and their stories never told, they often become items tossed or sold – as they have no history, no ties to the family. So take the time to identify your family heirlooms history and record your memories so the family treasures aren’t tossed in the trash. They are just as valuable as your family photographs and also need to be documented. Sometimes it’s not even the value of the item in question; it’s the story which holds the value.

Mama’s China Tea Set

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This china tea set was given to my mother when she was a young girl by her aunt… Aunt Lena McKinley Van Dusen; mama’s favorite aunt!

My mother tells me she wasn’t allowed to play often with it as her mother kept it put away, like she did with many things… which frustrated mama because she just wanted to play with it. Grandmama was trying to keep it from being broken, and she did a good job because I now have it.

The only time my mother was allowed to play with it was the few times she was sick, otherwise it was put away… to save, in Grandmama’s eyes.

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As I looked at the fragile china tea set pieces, I noticed one or two had been gently repaired, and I’m sure it was granddaddy who sat at the kitchen table making those caring repairs… and maybe telling mama, “this is why your mother didn’t want you to play with them.

I couldn’t read the words “Made in Japan” at first, as it seemed to look more like part of the pattern, but the more I looked… it was there! It was shown more prominent on the plate than on the bottom of the teapot; the cups and small saucers had no pattern markings.

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By the marking of “Made of Japan” it helps me to date the tea set. If mama was a young girl when it was given to her, I’m thinking it was bought in the late 1930’s.

The McKinley Tariff Act was passed after 1891 and it was then that most pieces were actually marked with a country’s origin. Japan first used the marking of “Nippon,” which is the Japanese transliteration of the word Japan. It was later in 1921 when the U. S. Customs began to require the country names to be written in English, and it soon read “Made in Japan.” Later the name changed once again between February 1947 – April 1952, and it then read “Made in Occupied Japan“. Later after 1952, it was changed once again, and now just the word “Japan” was used.

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Family Heirloom Bloggers:

I started a Family Heirloom challenge in November 2015 asking fellow bloggers to join me in telling the stories of their family heirlooms. Writing the stories of the family heirlooms I’ve been entrusted with has been on my mind for a long time; the time is now and I plan to write their stories on a weekly basis.

Please check out the weekly Family Heirloom stories of…

Blogger: Cathy Meder-Dempsey at Opening Doors in Brick Walls
Blogger: Karen Biesfeld at Vorfahrensucher
Blogger: Kendra Schmidt at trekthrutime
Blogger: Linda Stufflebean at Empty Branches on the Family Tree
Blogger:  Schalene Jennings Dagutis at Tangled Roots and Trees
Blogger: True Lewis at Notes to Myself
Blogger: Vera Marie Badertscher at Ancestors in Aprons                              Blogger: Heather Lisa Dubnick at  Little Oak Blog
Blogger: Kathy Rice at https://everyleafhasastory.wordpress.com/2016/01/29/heirloom-afghan/
Blogger: Mary Harrell-Sesniak at  Genealogy Bank Heirlooms Blog
Blogger: Amy Johnson Crow’s 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks theme for 2015 Week 24 was Heirlooms. Check out her Blog at –  52 Ancestors Challenge 2015: Week 24 Recap  for links to more Heirloom posts.

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Weekend Weathervanes: It’s a Squirrel in West Haven, CT.

Now I know what to do with those photos – “thanks” to Heather Wilkinson Rojo at Nutfield Genealogy; she blogs Weekly Wednesday Weathervanes  in New Hampshire.  Please check out her page and enjoy the many unusual weathervane photos and often you’ll be entertained with a history lesson. It’s amazing at what you can encounter in your travels – You Just Need To Look Up!

Weekend Weathervanes: It’s a Squirrel in West Haven, CT.

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It’s a Plane, it’s a ….., No it’s a Squirrel!

I have driven by this, well at least a thousand times, and just recently looked over and did a double take! The next time I stop at one of their summer tag sales I’m going to ask how long its been there, as I can’t believe I missed it before!

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I wonder how many people think it’s a real squirrel up there!

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Weekend Weathervanes: Elephant Spotted in Milford, CT.

Now I know what to do with those photos – “thanks” to Heather Wilkinson Rojo at Nutfield Genealogy; she blogs Weekly Wednesday Weathervanes  in New Hampshire.  Please check out her page and enjoy the many unusual weathervane photos and often you’ll be entertained with a history lesson. It’s amazing at what you can encounter in your travels – You Just Need To Look Up!

Weekend Weathervanes: Elephant Spotted in Milford, CT.

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I looked up to see an Elephant!


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There’s an “Elephant” on the roof at Riverview Plaza!

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Blog Book: Preview – 2016

Blog Book Preview – 2016

Ground Hog day was good to me this year…. I received a 30 percent coupon for Blog 2 Print, so guess what I did…. and it was just like Gilligan’s Island three hour tour; actually between the two days, I think I took two tours!

After spending a couple of hours last night editing and starting over and over because I was receiving errors in making the book, I finally closed out and emailed the company. I hated to miss out on the coupon offer, but their site just wasn’t working!

I was surprised to hear back so quickly from them this morning and they extended their coupon offer to me… they were having some hiccups last night – probably overload from all us ground hogs who procrastinated at the last minute. Yes I am a “procrastinator!”

A few things I need to pay attention to next year is the total of pages you can have for a hardcover book…. seems my first try at the hardcover was too large, so I had to, once again, start over and make 2 books to cover all of 2016. This year, I think I will just immediately make two books, beginning on July 1st and not wait till years end; you live and learn. I am disappointed in using WordPress, that you still can’t add comments to your posts. I will have to remember that as some of them I would have included… guess I’ll have to edit them in for the future posts, or maybe they will make that fix!

If you haven’t used this site to slurp your blog into a book, go check it out and play around with it… Oh, and don’t procrastinate like me!

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