Family Portrait - Which of these lovely ladies is My Grandma?
This is a photo of my Great Grandfather and his daughters. I know a great deal about my family, but I’ve been doing more serious research, and it is utterly fascinating. I found historical records of my direct ancestors arriving in the US less than 10 years after the Mayflower, living in Virginia, Massachusetts, and Connecticut, for many years through the American Revolution. I even found ancestors who were involved in the Salem Witch Trials, apparently accused, but survived due to it being toward the end of the hysteria. If not, I wouldn’t exist.
One ancestor was a hunter trapper, killing thousands of animals for bounty…deer, bears, wolves, and other species, and made a LOT of money doing so. While it kind of makes my toes curl up to think about all those animals, I also realize it was what it was. I can’t change it, and maybe I am his ancestral salvation. Who knows, maybe I am him…reborn to take a different path, depending on what you believe. This “Craniac” is pretty much the polar opposite of a hunter trapper. I only kill mosquitoes, and it’s in self-defense!
I’d read a lot of the info I’m finding before in family records, and I’d heard stories of “witches” in our brew since I was young. I’m sure they were actually healers and midwives with knowledge of natural healing passed down through generations. My grandmother’s side has amazing genealogical records.
I did not take this photo, but I did clean it up. My mother has an original print of this photo.
A special note and memory of my Grandma "Bert", which is what everyone called her vs. Bertha. She was an amazing person, and she would laugh until she cried more often than anyone I know other than me. When my sister and I were little girls, she used to take us to Smitty's Bar-B-Que in our hometown,Kewanee, Illinois. The folks who owned were of course the Smiths, but we always called them Mr. Smitty and Mrs. Smitty. Mr. Smitty would give my sister and I a free sample rib at each visit. He would carefully wrap the end in a napkin and dip the exposed end in this amazing sauce. Mrs. Smitty's potato salad was something special, and I didn't experience similar until I moved to the South. Ah-ha! Hers was southern style!!
Grandma treated everyone like a friend. I get that from her and my mom, and my niece has noticed it. What a splendid legacy.
Hugs and thanks for viewing! =o)
***All rights to my images are STRICTLY reserved. Please contact me if you are interested in purchasing my images or if you are an educator or non-profit interested in use. copyright KathleenJacksonPhotography 2011***
Family Portrait - Which of these lovely ladies is My Grandma?
This is a photo of my Great Grandfather and his daughters. I know a great deal about my family, but I’ve been doing more serious research, and it is utterly fascinating. I found historical records of my direct ancestors arriving in the US less than 10 years after the Mayflower, living in Virginia, Massachusetts, and Connecticut, for many years through the American Revolution. I even found ancestors who were involved in the Salem Witch Trials, apparently accused, but survived due to it being toward the end of the hysteria. If not, I wouldn’t exist.
One ancestor was a hunter trapper, killing thousands of animals for bounty…deer, bears, wolves, and other species, and made a LOT of money doing so. While it kind of makes my toes curl up to think about all those animals, I also realize it was what it was. I can’t change it, and maybe I am his ancestral salvation. Who knows, maybe I am him…reborn to take a different path, depending on what you believe. This “Craniac” is pretty much the polar opposite of a hunter trapper. I only kill mosquitoes, and it’s in self-defense!
I’d read a lot of the info I’m finding before in family records, and I’d heard stories of “witches” in our brew since I was young. I’m sure they were actually healers and midwives with knowledge of natural healing passed down through generations. My grandmother’s side has amazing genealogical records.
I did not take this photo, but I did clean it up. My mother has an original print of this photo.
A special note and memory of my Grandma "Bert", which is what everyone called her vs. Bertha. She was an amazing person, and she would laugh until she cried more often than anyone I know other than me. When my sister and I were little girls, she used to take us to Smitty's Bar-B-Que in our hometown,Kewanee, Illinois. The folks who owned were of course the Smiths, but we always called them Mr. Smitty and Mrs. Smitty. Mr. Smitty would give my sister and I a free sample rib at each visit. He would carefully wrap the end in a napkin and dip the exposed end in this amazing sauce. Mrs. Smitty's potato salad was something special, and I didn't experience similar until I moved to the South. Ah-ha! Hers was southern style!!
Grandma treated everyone like a friend. I get that from her and my mom, and my niece has noticed it. What a splendid legacy.
Hugs and thanks for viewing! =o)
***All rights to my images are STRICTLY reserved. Please contact me if you are interested in purchasing my images or if you are an educator or non-profit interested in use. copyright KathleenJacksonPhotography 2011***