You can find all kinds of tales in the newspaper. Some good. Some bad. Some mundane. Some exciting.
I found the tale of my third great uncle shooting his father-in-law. It was a surprise that I didn’t even know to look for. Isn’t that the problem sometimes? You don’t know to look. You don’t know to ask the question.
If you joined me last week, you know a bit about my grandmother. I feel like I know a good bit about her. I mean, I grew up knowing her. Her name is my middle name even. I know who her birth mother was and even where she worked in 1930, thanks to Federal Census records. I know she was left at the telephone company. I think she told me and wrote it in what she wrote of her memoirs.
But then THIS was posted in a group I’m in…
WAIT, WHAT?! Could that be my Tata? Let’s see, of course this is Cochran. That’s the group this was posted in. The year? Yep, that’s right. The month? Close enough if she was “healthy”. My aunt and uncle, her children, agree this has to be her!! (Also, how many babies would have been left at the telephone company in Cochran?! Not just this year but in the history of Cochran?!)
I had to share that picture of my Tata as a baby again! This would have been not that long after she was left on the porch.
To see that article from the paper was ASTOUNDING! This is outside proof of what my grandmother told us. I just hadn’t even thought to look for it. I’m not sure I would have know what search terms to use?! I guess “baby” in the year 1931 in the town of Cochran might have gotten me somewhere. I know there were two papers over the history of the town and at least one would have been in print at this time. I just never would have even thought to look. You can bet I’ll be looking for follow up stories now though!
I can use what I said before – baby, 1931, Cochran. But need to use “telephone company”, Mrs. J.A. Sikes, and maybe the sheriff’s name (W.H. Jones). Who knows?! Maybe I can find even more!
So what’s the question a newspaper can answer for you?
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)