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?”→
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”→
Mama would often tell stories about family. One person she would often talk about was her great grandfather, William (Wilhelm) Strassburg. William was born in Prussia on January 9, 1861 to August Fredrick Strassburg and Mary Eva Mudth.
According to the tales, William told his grand daughter, he came to this country when he was just a small boy. He told my mom that he snuck on board a ship and traveled alone. According to mama, he had a broken arm that did not heal correctly; he told her that he received this injury in World War I while fighting for his new country that he loved so very much. Continue reading “Spinning Yarns”→
At one time or another, just about everyone in this country has been touched by a magical Disney moment. Walter Elias Disney started with a dream and turned it into a wondrous reality. Although he had some harsh setbacks, he never gave up on fulfilling these ideals, and today, his name is a household word, not only in this country but also around the world. Continue reading “And to Think, it all Started with a Mouse!”→
So my great grandfather W.F. Bryant hit a nerve. Since I heard his stories about how he abandoned his family, and left his wife and child, I must confess his family stories did not interest me. I held this man in quiet contempt and tried to ignore his existence. Still, as I researched and discovered hidden gems about my great-grandmother, Annie, I could not skirt around this man, for his life began to unfold before me. Continue reading “Denial”→
Who wouldn’t love a grandfather that chased pirates, battled ship-stealing marauders, and avenged the lives of friends and neighbors?
Who wouldn’t love a grandfather that loved the sea? Who wouldn’t love a grandfather that chased pirates, battled ship-stealing marauders, and avenged the lives of friends and neighbors? My 12x great grandfather was an adventurous man who sailed to a new land and cultivated a corner of this world and called it his own. On March 20, 1630, John Gallup left Plymouth, England on the John and Mary, and ten weeks later he arrived in the Massachusetts Bay Colony. After he arrived, he set his sights on the lands around the Boston Harbor, and there he made his home. Continue reading “John Gallup ~ My Seafaring Grandfather”→
The town of Cherryvale was nestled among the gentle sloping hills of southeastern Kansas. The town was aptly named for wild cherry trees bloomed every spring and an outpouring of wildflowers graced the landscape. By 1886, the railroad boom provided an atmosphere of adventure as this town began growing. The St. Louis-San Francisco Railway along with the Atchison Topeka & Santa Fe Railway had laid its tracks into this upcoming hamlet. Many businesses flourished and helped establish this developing area. Cherryvale had its own privately owned fire station. The town had six different brick factories; so many streets, sidewalks and buildings were built from sun-dried bricks. The city made use of the natural gas from the oil fields, for it was an inexpensive source of fuel. Electric streetcars ran the course of Main Street and provided access to the local businesses. Cherryvale had a bank, churches, and a school. This growing community boasted three newspapers, The Herald and the Cherryvale Torch, and the Cherryvale Republican. It even had its very own opera house. The population had grown to about 2400, and life flourished in Cherryvale. Continue reading “Finding Annie Part Two”→
Since I began researching my family tree, one great grandmother has eluded me. This great grandmother, Anna Strassburg, has initiated many restless nights as I have tried exploring her life. She has haunted me as I have searched record after record and web site after website. I have always wanted to learn more about her, but for a long time, it appeared that Annie just vanished. Once she left her home in Cherryvale, Kansas and arrived in Colorado, all trails ended in Gunnison. Continue reading “Finding Annie – Part One”→
“There are two lasting bequests we can give our children: One is roots, the other is wings.” Teaching children values and giving them the opportunity to excel are essential to good parenting. However, I feel I must also provide my children (and myself) insight into the ones who came before us: our ancestors whose lives and stories have shaped us into who we are. This is my journey; these are their stories…