As a father and step father, my grandfather David cared for twenty children!
My great great-grandfather, David Allen, was a farmer and a rancher for most of his life. My grandfather was born in Somerset County, Pennsylvania in 1810, and his parents were Philip and Nancy “Ann” Wilcox. By the time he was four years old, his family was living in Monroe County, Ohio. Continue reading “Yours, Mine and Ours – Twenty Kids!”
I was thrilled to have my degree, but I do remember happily declaring, “No more math!”
Let me just say that math has never truly been my thing. When I was attending a community college, I saved my math courses for last. Since I started college as a late bloomer, I knew I would eventually have to take my math classes if I wanted to transfer to the university with my associate’s degree in hand. Still, I put it off. In my mind, I just figured if I passed everything else, I would just have to put my fears aside and just dive in. That last semester I took algebra and statistics, and I was in math hell. I never worked so hard in all my life! Continue reading “Anything But Math!”
As a child one afternoon, I remembered sitting quietly in my grandmother’s living room and listening to her talk to about her family. For many years after her mother died when she was so young, she didn’t have very much information about her family. Since some of the talk was for adults only, I was sent to another room where, I admit, I eavesdropped their conversation. One name that came up time after time was Uncle Walter. This kind man, who never married, always cared for his many family members and shared his home to all who needed a place to live. Continue reading “Uncle Walter”
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”
More unknown family photos….
This photo of a young man does not bear a date nor a place of where it may have been taken. Continue reading “Who are They? Part Three”
While sorting through pictures, I have discovered more photos without names and dates.
This photo was taken in Detroit, Michigan. As a child, I remember my grandmother talking to a cousin about twin girls, and I think they were talking about the La Duke side of the family. Continue reading “Who are They? Part Two”
Recently, I received a box of family pictures. Still, some are a bit of a mystery because no information is provided about the people in the pictures. I have reached out to a few people I though might be able to help, but only one photo was identified. As I continue to upload the photos, I will post them here. Hopefully someone will recognize the individual(s) in these photos, or maybe, someone will have some suggestions on what I could do to help locate the missing bits of information. Put on your detective caps people! And thanks in advance…Annie Continue reading “Who are They?”
Recently, my favorite aunt, who lives in California, sent a box of treasures. She and her husband plan on moving, so they started the task of sorting their belongings. Since I began working on the family tree and preserving our family stories. Aunt Jan sent me a huge box of pictures and papers that belonged to my grandmother. This box contained a wonderful collection of trinkets that I will treasure, including some items that once belonged to my mother, her infamous paper dolls. Continue reading “Paper Dolls”
Lately, I have become obsessed with the “missing years” of my grandmother’s childhood. After her mother died in 1913, I have tried to find keys to her past, especially the years 1913–1928. With this in mind, I have decided to create a timeline of her childhood to help me keep track of my favorite grandmother.
- As I continue to find information, I will update this blog.
Continue reading “Elva Marie Bryant Allen: Grandma’s Timeline”
One ancestor that had a homestead was my grandmother, Elva Bryant. For years after her mother died, my grandmother lived with family and friends and never really had a home of her own. When she finally had her land and her cabin, I often wondered how she felt when she stepped through the door of her new home and knew it was really her very own place. Continue reading “No Place Like Home”