Jack Rohleder
“No son of mine is going to be named Earl!” My grandmother was adamant. She knew she wanted to name him Carlton, but wasn’t sure what to put with it. My grandfather was pushing for yet another son to be named after his deceased brother, Milton Earl (the first was Milton Arnold, named after two deceased brothers, one from each of the parents). Continue reading
From an article published in the Women Lawyers Journal in 1932.
My great-grandaunt Grace lived 30 years on each side of the turn of the twentieth century. During her life, three presidents died in office, the United States fought in two wars and experienced two economic depressions. She lived in three different cities, five of her immediate family members died, and she never married. Her brothers, two older and two younger, were characters, to say the least! Grace was the shining star in this family. I expect she would have lots of stories to tell and would make an interesting dinner guest (this week’s prompt). Continue reading
Sara Reynolds about 1976
Aunt Sara survived all her siblings (and most of them lived a long time), her husband (by 61 years), and her daughter (by 8 years), living to the ripe old age of 106. (Longevity is this week’s prompt.) Sara married into the Reynolds side of my family (my maternal grandmother’s family). Her husband, Tracy, was my grandmother’s brother. Her sister, Catherine, married Tracy’s brother Earl. Her other sister, Belle, married Earl’s eldest brother’s wife’s brother. Continue reading
Josiah Larkin Deaton
My third grade teacher, Mrs. Wright, had a wooden box painted Kelly green where she kept a collection of pictures she had cut out of magazines and mounted on colorful construction paper. Every now and then she would pull one of the pictures out, lean it against the blackboard, and say, “Write a story about this picture.” Continue reading
That’s the first week’s prompt in this genealogy challenge from Amy Johnson Crow. Getting started with anything new is always difficult for me. Do you start at the very beginning? (The Sound of Music says so.) Or maybe somewhere in the middle, possibly a great grandparent. Or at the end of the line, which, genealogically speaking, would be me. Continue reading
Leafy Vines 