Tuesday, March 30, 2010

...and having a Wordless Wednesday with the Grandparents

This is a Wedding picture with my grandfather Harley James Hadsell and Dorothy Mae Wheeler taken March 18, 1948.  Harley died in August 1951.

..and having a Tombstone Tuesday with Clarence Purcell

Clarence Albert Purcell, Father of Mardell Pearl Percell (Aka Nana Percy)

Monday, March 29, 2010

...and fighting Monday Madness

I had intended to express my frustation at not being able to locate my Great-Great Grandfather Clarence Albert Purcell on the 1880 Census, or anything else...Or the fact that I can't connect Henry Shoup to Jacob Shoup...

It didn't dawn on me that until I was beating my head against a wall adding information from a census record that I was positive I had already added, that I had Clarence Purcell listed Not once, Not Twice but THREE times.  And I had family attached to all three instances.

Oy vey.  My solution was of course to merge duplicate people in the program (FTM) but then the duplicates that were being pulled up by the program, while valid duplicates that needed to be merged, were not Clarence Purcell.

Needless to say, I spent the next hour getting rid of the duplicates, which entailed making myself as the home person in the file and then deleting any duplicates that indicated "no direct relationship to" myself.

So for this week, the family nut case (C'est Moi)..is me.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

...and visiting Lulu Harris's Tombstone on Tuesday

My cousin Jerry is sharing old photo's with me.

This is the headstone of my Nana Percy's Mother, Lulu (Shoup) Harris.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

..and having a Wordless Wednesday with the Family Shoup

My great great Grandma LuLu  (mother to my Nana Percy) is in the middle of the back row...  (photo courtesy of my cousin Jerry Olivera)

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

...and having a Tombstoning on Tuesday with Katie Bell

Katie Bell Grumbles Mackie was born 07 Mar 1892, in San Saba County, Texas.  She was the 9th child (of 14) born to Charles Edward Grumbles and Tommie Harrison.

(Photo courtesy of my newly found cousin Katie Towerton)

Sunday, March 7, 2010

...and paying tribute to "Nana G or Fred"

My great Grandmother's full given name is Gladys Iva Roberts.  I grew up calling her Nana G.  My mother called her Fred.  I'm not sure why, and I don't think I ever got an answer from my mother as to why she referred to Nana as Fred, she just did.

I was the first great grandchild of my generation...that may have been why I felt closer with my great grandparents comparatively speaking then with my grandparents.  I must have been particularly spoiled and/or doted on...this is the only picture I have of my Nana G, with me at 4 years old, who passed away in 1983:

One of the things I remember about Nana G, was that she was a 7th day Adventist...and every Saturday she met with her "Dorcas" church group.  I remember often hearing her talk about the other ladies, and I remember visiting the group at the church...often mending donated clothes.  Nana G used that opportunity to teach me how to hand sew.  Nothing spectacular just a simple little line stitch, just enough for me to make a small 3 by 3 square "quilt block."

Nana G was really sick, with cancer when she passed.  My mother and I had flown back to Santa Maria to spend some time with her while she was in the hospital.  Mom decided after a week to have me fly back alone and she stayed for another week.  Nana stayed with us the entire time of my visit.  I flew back home and my mom called me that night at home and said that Nana had passed away while I was in flight.  I have always chosen to believe that she waited until I left to say goodbye. 

I was 12 then, I'm 39 now.  I miss Mom's Fred.  I wish I had more pictures of her.  But as luck would have it, I have managed to reconnect with a cousin, who has pictures of both my Nana G and her brother Roby...I look forward to sharing those images of such an astounding woman.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

...and having a Tombstoning on Tuesday's...

When I am taking pictures Southlawn in Tucson, I am always interested in interesting tombstones.  This one spoke to me for some reason.