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”
Category: Family History
Grandmotherly Bliss
I felt pure bliss.
Motherhood — All for Family
“How dare he! Marvayle at my weaknesse, does he?” She fumed once she fled to the safety of her room. “Men call it a weaknesse when a woman uses common sense to measure what is best for a family.”
My Daughter, My Blessing
As I considered my blessings, my family always comes to my mind, especially when I think about my daughter, Leslie. My girl has forever maintained an amazing spirit and such a loving heart. She has always tried to help those around her, and she sometimes has taken on too much extra work because she often forgets that “no” is part of her vocabulary. Continue reading “My Daughter, My Blessing”
A Man of Character
I hope I shall possess firmness and virtue enough to maintain what I consider the most enviable of all titles, the character of an honest man.— George Washington
Clarissa Amelia Frink and Joseph La Duke
Joseph La Duke
Clarissa Amelia Frink La Duke
Ella and Ellen (Dollie) La Duke Continue reading “Clarissa Amelia Frink and Joseph La Duke”
The Haunting of Salem

In the cold of winter, a darkness spread through the town of Salem, Massachusetts. The people of this village were haunted by the fears of the unknown. Whispered worries about a force of evil from the realms of hell created a mass hysteria that flowed through the town and caused panic, discord, and even murder, for a civilized people truly believed that witches walked among them, and they believed these spirits came to cause them harm. Continue reading “The Haunting of Salem”
Finding My Way Home

For me, Hotchkiss, Colorado is more than just a place on the map or a spot on the road; it’s a place of dreams and promises, where pioneer families came, built their homes and left a legacy. Continue reading “Finding My Way Home”
One More Day
Clarissa Amelia
From the start, I enjoyed researching this grandmother with the lovely name. Often I wondered about her life. What was it like to live in her era? How did she manage her large brood while her husband fought in the Civil War? Clarissa Amelia what stories did you harbor? Continue reading “Clarissa Amelia”










