Uhh, that’s all? What’s that supposed to mean? Well, that means that I get to decide! So this weeks is going to use the number 12 AND lead up to next weeks “In the Paper”!
We always new my grandmother was adopted. She was older than 12 when she found out – “accidentally on purpose” from (I think she said) a mean little boy down the street. I hate that she was upset. She either ran away or wanted to run away. Gigi had to settle her down, I’m sure.
The photo above is my grandmother as a baby. I think she’s younger than 12 months but older than 12 days – to put it in 12s!
This is my grandmother before she was 24 (two 12s, get it?). She went to college at Middle Georgia College. I’ve got another picture of her that’s from her time there as well.
I definitely get my love of reading from my grandmother, so it’s no surprise this is her with a book! Honestly, my other grandmother loved to read as well and they both worked for the library for several years.
She sure loved her daddy! This is her and my Granpa Toombs. He passed away before she was 36. He was born in Hamilton, Georgia, in 1903.
Next week, we’ll talk about where my grandmother was born and when!
But before I leave, one other 12. Amy Johnson Crow said that 12 can be/ would be your mother’s father’s father. For me, that’s Harry Stone. He’s another story for another day though! Stay tuned and maybe we’ll come back to him another week!
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)