Photographs open doors to the past, but they also allow a look into the future.
One of my favorite old-time photos shows my great, great grandfather, William Strassburg, crossing a river on a wagon with a pair of horses. No name or date appears on the back. However, I know my grandfather lived in Gunnison, Colorado for many years, and the scenery does resemble the Western Slope of Colorado. The boys in the wagon are a mystery, and no one in the family knew who the children were. Continue reading “Crossing the River”
Nearly, two years ago, I started this family blog to preserve family memories and stories. It was a place to share family tales and histories. It was a way to present the information I discovered as I explored my family tree. Continue reading “Thank You!”
“As they shook hands, Conrad noticed Louis’ blue eyes and a powerful feeling struck him in the chest. He’d never seen those liquid blue eyes before…except behind his father’s spectacles…and in the mirror.
Conrad, The Last Lord of Paradise––Generation Five”
― Vivian LeMay
Do you have family photos? Which ancestor do you or your children resemble the most?
Week four – Find family members who maintain an uncanny resemblance!
–Richard Dean Anderson
I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.”
— Martin Luther King, Jr.
Throughout the years, the American Civil Rights Movement has continued to make strides in the equal treatment of all American citizens. Many people have joined in this struggle, so that all in this country may participate in the freedoms this country offers. One great leader in this campaign gave voice to a struggling minority that longed to share in the liberties of this American Dream. Martin Luther King, Jr. was a Baptist minister and a social activist who played an essential role in this crusade. He peacefully fought for equality and human rights, and his motivational speeches and his activism moved our nation. His leadership inspired our world, and his actions guided our government to end the legal segregation of African-American citizens. Continue reading “In Search of Justice: Martin Luther King, Jr.”
In 1956 in the little town of Delta, Colorado while standing with her parents, a young woman cried; she wasn’t ready to leave her parents and return home. Her vacation was not long enough, and she wished she could spend more time with her family. As people began to gather at the bus stop that would take them to western destinations, the parents of the young women tried to comfort their daughter as she prepared to head back to California and return to her job as a telephone operator in Oakland. Once the bus pulled up to the curb, her parents teased her about the fine-looking young men in uniform that were also traveling on the bus. Her mother spotted a handsome man in his dress greens; he had dark hair and large brown eyes that warmly sparkled when he smiled. “Oh, I would sit by that one,” her mother urged. Continue reading “No, Not That One”
Earlier this week, I read a blog from a cherished fellow blogger, Jeanne Bryan Insalaco. On her site, Everyone Has a Story, she included a year end review of her writing experiences for 2017. She included the information from another genealogist that invited readers to write about their discoveries. Once I read the two blogs, I wanted to share my adventures too. I have provided the original link from Jill Ball.
Today, while sorting family photos, I came across this picture. All I know about it is that my grandfather, Wilson Reeder, gave it my father, Harold Reeder. On the back of the photo, all that was written was my dad’s name. I know the picture was taken in Michigan, and I do know my family lived in Plymouth, but I am not sure where the photo was taken. Continue reading “Reeder Family Home”