So connections to a courthouse can be scary – depending on which side of the law! I’ve got some of both, to be honest, but we’ll still with a pleasant surprise out of Cochran, GA.
So above is a photo of the Bleckley County courthouse in Cochran. It’s actually across the street from where my Granpa Toombs had a Standard Oil station. But wait, what’s that plaque there in front?!
Well now, I KNOW that name! Uncle Jim as I’ll call him was Granpapa Elijah’s brother. The brothers were businessmen in town running grocery stores and Cook Banking Company. I think that in addition to what the plaque lists Uncle Jim was also editor of a paper in Cochran, but I’d have to find that info again.
This plaque was dedicated to Uncle Jim partly as a prominent citizen but also because he served as mayor at one point. Below is a photo I have the original of.
So #52Ancestors challenge, week 4. I’m not sure who I’d want to meet. Not without just saying all of them! I probably have a question I want to ask any one of them if I had the chance.
So I guess I’d want to start with my great grandparents – Thomas Edgar Wishum (“Granddaddy Buddy” as we called him), Mary Lizzie (probably Mary Elizabeth) Massey (“Grandma Lizzie”), James Benjamin Waters (“Granpa Waters”), Willie Odessa Nipper (“Grandma Dessa”), Harry Thomas Stone (“Granpa Harry”), Eunice Irene McDonald (“Nana” as we called her), Toombs Haywood Kimbrough (“Granpa Toombs”), Madge Elizabeth Cook (“Gunga” as we called her), and Una Bollinger (“Grandma Una”).
Of all of those, I only met Granddaddy Buddy, Nana, and Gunga. I only met Granddaddy Buddy a time or two since he passed away when I was young. But I knew Gunga and Nana fairly well.
I’d want to know what my grandparents were like. What were their own lives like as well? What about their parents?
Yep, start with them and work back meeting and getting to know them all! Oh the stories I’m sure they’d tell!
I’m snagging a page out of my friend Liz’s “blog book” and posting on a family treasure I have.
This piece is not necessarily of some great value, but it’s lovely and has a lovely story (I think) of how I came to have it.
This is a cut glass bowl that my Tata gave me. (Tata is what I call my mom’s mother, for those who don’t already know.) She gave me this as a wedding present in late 2009. If I remember correctly, she said it was my Gunga’s, her mother. It’s a fairly shallow dish, even for a candy dish, but is one of the prettiest I’ve seen. I keep it put away in the box she gave it to me in so as not to have it end up broken.
Now here’s something I would LOVE to find, but fear all are gone or broken…
“Hennie’s Antique glass plate of Pres. Grover Cleveland & V. Pres. Thomas A. Hendrick – our ancestor.” (Madge Cook Kimbrough)