Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Just a little over 2 months ago we made a trip back home to Missouri for me & after having a great reunion with my Brown cousins, I made a blog post about it. I never dreamed that sentimental post would lead to cousins I had never connected with before!
An email came to me & I immediately knew it was the person I had wanted to connect with, but had no idea where to even begin. Somehow her brother had run across my blog post & he too knew immediately that we were family!
Somewhere in the tangle of my treasures of our family, is a faded newspaper article telling of twin baby girls being born on separate days, in separate cities! Dad would tell this story every once in a while...especially when my own Karen was expecting her twins!
It was quite the tale! One baby girl was born in Warsaw, Missouri, when the doctor discovered there was another baby! He was unable to do the delivery so the mother was rushed to a hospital in Kansas City, 125 miles away, and on the next day, baby girl # 2 was born! Headlines were made & the story was passed down through the family.
The Alexander Brown Family
Leslie Brown, my grandfather on the right
from Warsaw, Missouri
The past few weeks, Karen & I have sent scanned photographs to each other, some that we had were the same, some neither of us had before. I shared my information on my branch of the family tree, filling in an empty space that Karen thought she would never find. Karen has sent me documents filling in blanks that were empty, and has shared a complete Brown document. And my new treasurer is a book that she wrote for her family, giving her memories of growing up in Warsaw, Missouri, "Memories of Maude & Jim".
Our interests are very similar. Maybe it is that Brown bloodline we have running through our veins! At least it won't be our fault if the family history isn't shared with younger generations. My three Howe cousins...
Sharon, Karen, & Gary
We are making plans to meet not too far off in the future. Karen told me of a friend that lives in Indiana & she plans to visit someday, hoping to work in a visit with me also. I could barely believe it when she found out that her friend actually lives in Columbus...just the next overpass south of me! Our paths are meant to cross.
There are just so many stories to share, some that we don't know all of the details too, some have been locked away with the passing of the generation before us. For both of us, there is no longer someone to ask.
Pass your heritage on down the line. You never know who in your family might take interest. Write things down. Right now our younger generation probably isn't too interested, but some day they too will want to fill in all of the blanks in their genealogy puzzle. Who knows how many other cousins are out there lurking in blogland!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Recently I was given a piece of Grandma Julia's history, two pretty little drinking glasses that belonged to her when she set up housekeeping. I intended to set them on my Hoosier cabinet, but instead they have found a nesting place on top of my pie safe in the dining room.
Bruce & Julia McFarland Thompson
It wasn't but a few short months after their Kansas visit that we got a phone call saying Grandpa had passed away, due to a sudden heart attack. We didn't have much money back then and Indiana seemed such a long ways from where we lived, so we didn't go to the funeral. And quite a few years later, Grandma went on to her Heavenly reward.
So I don't have very many memories or stories about "Grandpa Bruce", other than what has been told to me.
Like how he used to about make little Bobby cry when he "milked a mouse".
Or how his boys had to drive the old slop truck through town & gather up garbage to feed their hogs, once accidentally dumping the muck all over their sister!
Or the time he tried to sell a "moon-eyed" horse to a friend.
Or how for punishment, he would make his boys get out in the yard & cut the grass with scissors!
I wish we would have had a little more time to get acquainted. From the tales I've heard told, Grandpa Bruce was quite the man!
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Before I could say "John Deere", Bob had his chain hooked up to my beautiful 30 year old azaleas & quickly jerked them out! So much for digging out the roots. Then out came the day lilies that had already seen their prime for the summer. And down the hill they went in my "dumpy cart" to the rubbish heap. I yelled out as Bob drove away..."just plop those azaleas down in the woods & maybe they will take root by themselves". Doubtful...
Both of our eyes kept drifting to the pile of field stone & that was what we decided on. And then he told me..."aaaah, we have to load this ourselves". Are you kidding me? But we did it. With work gloved hands we hand loaded 1,960 pounds of stone--one rock shy of being a ton! I dragged my tired old body back in the truck & as we headed home, didn't think my back would ever be the same again.
There wasn't much I could do with the rest of the project so I spent my time doing some much needed weeding around the front of the house. (If you remember, a snake had been slaughtered earlier in the summer by my front steps, & that ended any outdoor work out there for me for quite a few weeks!)
And I was a very happy old lady. If my back would have been in better shape, I would have done a happy dance right then & there! I loved it.