One of my favorite characters in my family tree was my great grandmother, Tamra Anna Payton Allen. She was born in the year of 1860 in Monroe County, Ohio. Her father was Francis Payton (1833-1891), and her mother was Sarah Alvira Hogue (1835-1902). Continue reading “One Sassy Lass!”
While researching information about blogs, I came across an old genealogy blog challenge for 2015 by Amy Johnson Crow. Her blog challenges caught my attention, and I thought it would be fun to give it a try even though I am about 16 months late!
When I think of someone who made it when everything was stacked against her, I automatically think of my grandmother, Elva Marie Allen. Although her life was not an easy one, she never complained, and she always had a smile on her sweet face. Continue reading “Against the Odds”
Today is my lovely daughter’s 35th birthday. How did that happen? Time flies that’s for sure. Still, I have had 35 amazing years watching my daughter grow into a remarkable woman. Continue reading “And Then There was a Little Punkin”
In honor of Sibling Day, I decided to write about growing up with my four brothers, Tommy, David, Keith, and Danny. As kids, we had a pretty great childhood. We lived in an old Victorian House in Alameda, California. It needed work, but it was the perfect place for a large family. Continue reading “Happy Sibling Day”
Even today, I envy my mom’s childhood, for her stories about life in Hotchkiss, Colorado sounded like something straight out of a western movie. During the 1940’s, my grandparents, my mama, Aunt Jan, and my Aunt Barbara lived in a log cabin on their ranch out on Allen’s Mesa; the locals called it that since so many of the Allen family lived in the area. Mama would tell us how in the evenings the family would sit in the living room and listen to the radio, and I can still hear her laugh as she explained it was like watching TV without the picture. The girls were expected to be quiet as the family would listen to their favorite stories. Continue reading “Dale Evans and Roy Rogers”
My grandfather died when I was fourteen years old. My family was living in Alameda, California at the time, a long way from Colorado, the place my grandpa called home. As always, I miss my ornery cowboy grandpa. Continue reading “My Cowboy Grandpa: Tom Allen”
Stephen Crane, Emily Dickinson, Ernest Hemingway, and Robert Frost just a few of the famous authors, we are related to! Yes! I can’t believe it either! No wonder, our family loves telling stories and writing….It’s in the genes! Continue reading “Oh My! We Really are Storytellers!”
Whenever my family would spend time with my grandparents, the gatherings always ended with someone asking, “Grandma, tell me a story.” These wonderful tales included accounts of covered wagons heading west and real cowboys and cowgirls living on ranches on the western slope of Colorado. We heard narratives about life on a ranch, sheep camps, and family helping family. Although the family no longer lived in that beautiful state at that time, as children we believed it had to be the most magical place to live! Continue reading “Grandma, Tell me a Story!”
Words. I love words. I love reading words. I love writing words. Words make my heart beat faster.
By the time I turned four, my momma gave me a magical gift that literally changed my world; she taught me how to read. It all began with sight words and treasure hunts, and I can still remember running around our large Victorian home while frantically searching for the day’s treasure. Sweet notes read, “Go the lamp,” with a picture momma drew of a lamp. Next note, “Go to the….well..my treasure hunt adventure would continue until I found the note that sent me straight to my cherished gem. Some days I would discover a new set of fancy barrettes. Some days, I would find a sweet treat. Fun ways to learn words and their meanings. Continue reading “What’s the Word?”