Grandma’s Life Story: Finding the Missing Pieces

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.

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Wedding Bells

One, two, three…um four times married?! One grandmother, that I recently discovered, married several times. Although some information suggested that she might have been married five times, I discovered three actual husbands that came with marriage licenses. What do ya say? Go Granny! In an age nearing Victorian prudence, I am not to sure how my 3x grandmother would have fit into the social climate of her day, but it seems she kept trying until she found the right fit! Continue reading “Wedding Bells”

New Beginnings: Hamtramck, Michigan

My 3x great grandfather August Frederick Strassburg was born in Prussia on October 15, 1822 to Johann George Wilhelm Strasburg and Juliana Sabina Bauer. Although I could not locate records of his baptism, his younger sister and brother were baptized at Rettgenstaedt in Hannover, present day Germany. This was the same parish where August married his wife, Maria Eva Mudth, in 1852. Continue reading “New Beginnings: Hamtramck, Michigan”

Heroine of Buffalo Creek Valley: Anne Rowe Hupp

On a frosty March night, a young wife and mother had a frightening dream. In her sleep, the wife witnessed a copper snake attack her husband. She watched in horror as its venomous fangs sank deep into her husband’s palm. As hard as she tried, she could not loosen its deadly grip. Continue reading “Heroine of Buffalo Creek Valley: Anne Rowe Hupp”

Home was an Island

Home was an island nestled in the San Francisco Bay. Early mornings were misty with dew filled lawns and foghorns calling out to early risers.   Seagulls squawked while flying low along sandy shores. With soft lights and hazy revelations, the Victorian Ladies danced in understated shadows until delicate clouds parted revealing regal intention from another time. Continue reading “Home was an Island”

A Bucket List

1At my age, I have started to think a lot about a bucket list. In all honesty, it all started a couple of years ago when I was teaching eighth grade. I had this young student who was an old soul. One day we were discussing Orson Well’s Animal Farm when out of left field, he asks, “How does it feel to know that your life is half over?”  Continue reading “A Bucket List”

Out of Nowhere

As a child, I loved to hear the stories about my mom’s childhood.   Her exciting tales often made me laugh while some made me wonder how she survived childhood at all. She truly must have had wild angels watching over her, and my mama must have possessed just a wee bit of Irish luck. Still, one story she told made me shudder every time she told it. Continue reading “Out of Nowhere”