I have a strange fascination for cemeteries and tombstones. I know. I know. It’s sounds morbid, but as a history buff and an amateur genealogist, it’s not as bizarre as it sounds. If you look closely, each stone tells a story. Recently, I’ve been checking out some funny, strange, and unusual headstones, and I wanted to take a peek at some of my ancestors’ grave sites to see what I could “dig up.” Continue reading “Family Tombstones”
Does anyone in your family tree have an unusual tombstone or a strange inscription? Does a family marker hold any special meaning? What secrets does it share?
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Who is a hero in your family? Share your inspirational tales. Continue reading “Hero”
One family tradition I enjoyed as a child was Easter Sunday. It was a time for family and fun. We would all dye Easter eggs, and mom made sure that each of her five chicks had at least a dozen eggs to color. Coffee cups held the many colors of green, yellow, purple and pink, and I always loved the fact that the inside of each cup remained a lovely Easter shade until the color slowly faded away until the following year.
We would all gather around the kitchen table, excited, and everyone would start talking at once. My brothers tried to prolong the egg dying experience for as long as possible, and well, sometimes their eggs would turn out to have the strangest colors imaginable. My eggs, on the other hand, reigned supreme with soft regal pastel colors. Some had polka dots, or rabbit faces created with coloring crayons and then dye. But no matter how they turned out, we enjoyed them, and my mama would make us feel like we were little Michelangelos in the world of Easter Eggs. Continue reading “Easter Sunday”
As a child, I was blessed to have my maternal grandparents live on the same little island in California. Their sweet presence made a positive impact on my life, and I enjoyed spending time with them, especially when I could spend the night. Continue reading “Cowgirls and Freckles”
Do you have any talents, hobbies, or favorite pastimes in common with your parents or grandparents? Think about a love for the outdoors, music, writing, or gardening. The list of possibilities is endless! Be sure to share your tales! Continue reading “Common Ground”
Opening the door to my first home sent butterflies scurrying as a rush of emotions raced through me. Knowing that I was really on my own had caused a more than a few sleepless nights, and now that the time had finally arrived, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to take this new beginning. Part of me wanted to run back to my little island home in California and live with the grandmother that I adored and missed so desperately. Continue reading “A Home of My Own”
As a child, I loved sharing moments with my grandmother. She had a treasure box of photos that she would often take out of her closet, and she would talk about the people in each print. This photograph was part of my grandmother’s collection, but she never shared about the people in this image. I always wondered if this “Lion Pub” was a family business. Although no place description was listed, this photo was among family pictures from Detroit, Michigan, and Cherryvale, Kansas., and my grandmother’s family lived in these areas; however, she was also known to collect old photographs. Although this photo has remained a mystery, I love his picture, for it tells a story.