To me white roses remind me of my Great grandma, she was 97 when she died, she mowed her own lawn till she was 93 (not a riding mower). She was petite, but tough. The more I learn about this wonderful woman, the more I want to live up to her legacy.
White roses also remind me of my wedding bouquet. Cementing in my mind the hope that my husband and I will together create our legacy.
While Meg and I were in the bay area this weekend, we made a stop at the Lakeside Memorial Lawn Cemetery in Folsom, California where, after a bit of hunting and image analysis, we found some of my relatives' final resting places in an effort to continue my interest in genealogical history.
Melvina Amelia Rhoads was my second great aunt and one of nine siblings--more specifically, she was the sister of my great grandfather, Isaac Waldo Rhoads. Melvina is buried alongside her husband William Harrison Pope (drafted into the US Navy at 22 in 1917), son Roy Lynn Pope, and daughter Martha Ann Pope. Roy and Martha both lived very short lives, as noted on the shared grave marker.
A 1930 census shows an additional son and two daughters. William Harrison Pope, Jr. (1929-1986) was apparently buried in the same cemetery, but I could not find his marker. Findagrave.com has two photos of two different handmade headstones (hand-drawn with sharpie on wood) for William Jr, which intrigues me. The two daughters (Leta Cleo and Kathryn M) I have little info on so far.
I just wanted to acknowledge my Dad today on Father's Day. He is the reason that I have such a love for family history. .
He has written every day in his journal for longer than I can remember, and has always been on the forefront of the genealogy world. I remember many Family Home Evenings where he would assign each of us kids to work on one family line. Even though his high hopes usually didn't pan out, a seed was planted in my heart. .
He currently serves as the Family History Centre Director in our Stake and I love sharing what I'm working on with him because he loves to hear all about it! Thank you Dad for sharing this important work with me.
Here he is doing what he does best. Holding his youngest grandaughter, my daughter Anne.
Happy Father’s Day to all of the handsome men who came before me. Four generations of my family tree are in this photo. My adorable father, Don McGarry is directly above me. I love those socks! His father is to his left, James Young. My maternal grandfather, Hugh McKee is on the bottom of that pile of young men at the Jersey shore. Above, Samuel Williams and John McKee are my maternal great grandfathers. I suggest you pull out that camera right now in order to capture the men in your life. They can be elusive. Happy Father’s Day to you and yours. Create great family memories today.
Summer means soft shell crabs 🦀 especially fried, slathered with mayo & sandwiched on white bread. Growing up on the river in NJ, this was my husband’s favorite sandwich and the late night snack his mom regularly made for him. It’s so disconcerting to see all the legs hanging out the sides but there’s nothing like it. I was reluctant to try it when we were dating but it’s so delicious! I upgraded ours today with brioche, homemade lemon aioli, chopped arugula & crabs fried in butter. Happy Father’s Day to the best husband, father to our three kids and all around amazing guy 🦀❤️
My grandmother's peonies-
Late blooming here in New Hampshire but finally I get to post my peonies in gorgeous bloom! These plants started life in Spencertown, NY at my grandmother's house (a gorgeous 1750 Georgian house for which I have the original deed contracting the build) planted sometime in the late 1930's, they moved to Portsmouth, NH in 1970, and then came here to my "country estate" 😉 in 2003. When we move, the plants will go to my son's house in Goffstown, NH to continue the legacy!
Happy Father's Day to all the husbands, fathers and grandfathers we love today! #family#familyhistory#familylegacycanmeandifferentthings#peonies#newhampshire#oneofmyfavs#missingmydad#passingthingsdown#continuethelegacy
Here is a view of my father and his father and his father, for whom my brothers Serge and Julius are named. Happy day to all- except for Serge and Julius, who aren’t fathers. My brothers, I mean...not the ones in the photos. They were. #familyhistory#knowyourhistory The years are from when the photos were taken- not their birth years!
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All the photos of fathers today made me think of this one of my dad, my brother and me.
I’ve been sharing photos and stories about my family on my blog after realizing that there were three generations of artists before me as well as lots of fascinating characters. You can find the link to all the posts so far in my profile👆🏽
The Fathers of my family. (Some of them anyway). Top row, left to right: My Dad, Curt, his dad, Chet, and HIS dad, Roy. Middle: Mom’s Dad, Doug, mom’s mom’s dad’s Dad, George, Dad’s dad’s dad’s Dad, Truman. Bottom: My dad’s dad’s dad, William Millard Jr, Dad’s mom’s dad’s dad, Carl W. Kienbaum, Dad’s mom’s dad, Carl. #family#familyhistory#fathersday
This dapper mofo didn’t care that he was ten years older than her, or that they lived in different boroughs, he just took a shot. Of course, their union wasn’t meant to be. But in life you have to make the efforts to try -and be willing to fail - to make progress or see results. And, because one night this swanky cat from Brooklyn saw this hot chick in a bar with some tall dude (her brother) in 1967 and just HAD to make the scene, I am walking the earth. My dad was not always a man of action; nonetheless, I wouldn’t be here if Paul Robert Yudoff didn’t understand that initiating conversation is half the battle. 😉 Happy Father’s Day Pop, wish you were here for a hotdog and a ballgame. Sending love to those who trudge forward without their Dad’s today, you are not alone. #🖤 #father#fathersday#dad#gonebutnotforgotten#departed#pop#oldphotos#parents#backintheday#paulyudoff#familyhistory#yudoverse
my grandmother, my hero, my namesake 💜
[Image Description: a close-up of a WWII photograph of my grandmother in her nurse's uniform. The background is a cloudy, bluish grey, her cheeks are slightly flushed, and her dark hair is piled on top of her head.]
When I was a small carnivor, I decided that my dad’s nose would make a fine appetizer — he disagreed and “chomped” my nose back. And that’s how my nose got it’s nub-like shape. 🐽
Fathers Day is a strange one for me. Here's Frank - a man I never knew and who didn't want to know me. I have photo albums of him and his family, who I also don't know. I go through them sometimes as they belonged to my mom. A baby Steven is in some of the pictures and Frank is even holding me in two of them. 5 years ago today, I found out he had passed away the year before, two days before he would have turned 66 (thanks Google). Because of Facebook, I know who some of my relatives are although they don't know me. I may even have a friend in common with one. While Frank was around and still married to my mom, he told his parents that my mom and I died in a car accident and he was getting remarried. Mom was already wife no. 2 as he wasn't divorced from wife no. 1. I have a half brother from that marriage. He would know nothing about me. Although I had never gone by it, my legal last name was his until I changed it in my 30's. As I was still a baby, I don't remember Frank, thankfully. Oh yeah, check out my mom in the last pic...I miss her! #fathersday#stevieshistory#familyhistory#itscomplicated#babystevie#trozzo
El Puente Navarro in #colombia was built by my ancestors in the 1900’s. This was the first built bridge for El Rio Magdalena. #familyhistory
Thank you dad for sharing this and many other stories with me‼️
Happy Father’s Day☀️
Happy Father's Day to Me Abuelo! I'll never forget when I was a little kid coming into the house and running and jumping into your lap. You we're always sitting in your chair with a big can of cheese balls right next to you and would always say "Hi Cowboy"!#familyhistory#missyou
I found some slides after dad died and found these gems. I wish we had talked about this trip he went on with Wheaton while attending there. He photographed an excavation dig. My brother and I inherited his creativity and adventure in different ways. What adventure do you need share with someone today! Don’t wait! #familystories#familyhistory#ancestry
My grandma dug these out for me. Three photos of my uncle Peter and loco crew, date unknown but LNER A7 69771 was withdrawn in 1954 and scrapped in 1955, so had to be before then. Nice to know that being a railwayman runs in the family #familyhistory#goodolddays#lner
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY to the man, the myth, the legend, Capt. Pete! We had one heck of a year so far....he taught us all about home renovation, got us listening to lots of Jimmy Buffett, he's the best dog grandad to Ziggy and pretty soon he'll be walking me down the aisle. 💙 It's all been better than I ever could have imagined and his positive attitude is something to be cherished! Thankful everyday to be his daughter! I Hope everyone is having a nice day with loved ones 💙.