Florrie Thomas Martin – tenant farmer’s wife

The month’s Genealogy Blog Party topic is Which of your ancestors deserves to sit on the Iron Throne?

Florrie Jane Thomas Martin Closeup

Florrie as a young mother.

My grandma, Florrie THOMAS MARTIN does. My grandma was mentally tough and determined, and she used those traits as a tenant farmer’s wife during the 1920’s, 30’s and 40’s.

Florrie was born in 1894 in Chesterfield County, South Carolina. She married my grandfather, Daniel MARTIN, in June 1914 in Richland County.

Daniel was a farmer, as was his father and grandfather before him. For generations Daniel’s family farmed the same land, a parcel of the large expanse taken by the U.S. Government in the 1910’s for Fort Jackson.

Once the many families were moved off that land, there wasn’t enough farmland or work for all the displaced people. Some were forced to move on; Daniel and Florrie were one of those families.

Where Dan and Florrie Martin lived after SC-1 cropped for a blog post

a portion of the list of where Daniel and Florrie lived in Florrie’s hand

In 1923, Daniel and Florrie packed up their few belongings, and their five children, and headed for Winchester, Virginia where Daniel had secured a position as a tenant farmer. Daniel and Florrie had never lived away from their families before, but they trusted God that they would be okay anyway.

Over the next 20 years (1923-1943), Daniel and Florrie and family lived in 13 places. Often times Daniel was not only tenant farming himself but also overseeing the other farm workers. Florrie fed all the farmhands along with her own family which swelled to eight children by 1930.

My mom said my grandma worked hard, harder than anyone she’d ever known. Florrie cooked all the meals on her own until the oldest girls were able to help.


Daniel and Florrie worked at an apple orchard for a time. Many family from SC would come to help at harvest.

Sometimes family would come up from South Carolina to help at harvest time. Florrie would feed all of them, too. My mom said at times there were 25 or more people to be fed at each meal.

Some of the houses Daniel and Florrie lived in were good, sometimes not. My mother remembered her mother sitting on the porch steps of one house, crying because there was no electricity or running water.

But after having a good cry about it, Florrie just went on and did what had to be done, adding lantern cleaning and wick trimming and water pumping to her list.Lantern

Florrie made and mended and washed their clothes. She saw to it that the children all went to school. She had been a schoolteacher before marrying, and education was important to her.

The two oldest sons dropped out of high school to help on the farm. Within a few years Florrie had them back in school, and they both graduated.

Florrie burned fields, grew and canned food, save her dog’s life by doing mouth-to-mouth (a story for another day), and kept the oldest sons in line when their hormones got the best of them.Snake

One swampy placed they lived had snakes hanging from the trees near the house. Florrie took a shotgun and shot them all, sometimes hitting two at a time there were so many of them. She was not afraid to do what needed to be done.

And yet with all this, Florrie managed a personal life, too. Florrie was devoted to her faith, attending church regularly and praying and teaching Christian values to her children by how she herself lived.

Florrie Jane Thomas Martin

The Florrie I knew growing up.

Florrie wrote letters to everyone in the family it seemed. She took their concerns into her prayer time. Family members have told me that if Florrie said she’d pray for them, they knew she meant it.

When I think of strong women, I think of my grandma…and my mother. My mother was mentally strong and determined, too.

People say I am, also. It came through the genes, no doubt. But it also came through seeing it in action in my mom and grandma, and hearing the stories of their lives as a tenant farming family.Genealogy Blog Party Badge


Vera Lee – victim of gunplay

Vera LEE was the oldest child of Tom LEE (1882-1929) and Dora BRAZELL LEE (1890-1976). Vera was born in 1906 in Richland County, South Carolina. She is my third cousin, once removed.

Vera’s father, Tom, was farmer. In 1910, the family lived in the Center Township of Richland County. A Lee family lived next door, likely  a relative of Tom’s.

Vera probably attended school at the proper time, and she was probably her mother’s helper with her siblings that followed. I don’t know much more about Vera except for her passing.

On 30 January 1919, 12-year old Vera ‘was playing around her home when Roy and Arthur MEDLIN came up after going rabbit hunting’. This is according to the State newspaper.shotgun

Ten-year old Roy said playfully that he was going to shoot Vera. Vera replied that if he did, she would tell her mama. The gun went off, and Vera fell to the ground. ‘A load of No. 7 shot tore away the top of her head,’ according to the newspaper.

Roy and Arthur ran from the scene. An inquest was held three days later, and the jury concluded that Vera had died by a gunshot wound inflicted by Roy. The sheriff took charge of Roy. The newspaper said ‘the tragedy cast a gloom over the community.’

How sad for the Lee and Medlin families. Roy probably went to school with Vera. Maybe church, too. He would carry the guilt from this accident the rest of his life. Vera’s parents would suffer the recurring pain of losing a child.

It also makes the story of Tom’s murder richer (read about it here). I understand more why Dora and Sudie Mae (Tom and Dora’s daughter) listened at the kitchen door to Tom and Ernest’s conversation, knowing Ernest had a gun with him.

There is no record of where Vera is buried, but I expect it is somewhere in Richland County, near Pontiac where the family lived in 1919.

Bobby Hyser – another drowning

Robert Ray HYSER, called Bobby, was the son of Harry HYSER (1850-1905) and Susan SHRINER HYSER (1857-1932).  Bobby was born 24 June 1889 in Wellington, Sumner County, Kansas. His parents moved to Kansas from Maryland long before he was born. Bobby was the youngest of five children, and I wrote about his brother, Stearn, previously.

Bobby’s grandfather, Lewis Hyser, and my 2nd great-grandfather, Daniel Christopher Heiser, were brothers. This makes Bobby my 2nd cousin, twice removed.

Bobby’s father was a painter and was successful at it. In 1910, Harry owned his house free and clear. Bobby was 11, and he attended school. According to the census, Bobby could read and write.

At 14, Bobby was a carrier for the Wellington Daily News. He was ‘a very bright and active lad’ according to the newspaper article about his passing.Quarry swimming hole

On 6 July 1903, Bobby and four other boys were in Slate creek below the dam. It was mid-afternoon and probably rather hot. Bobby didn’t know how to swim, and according to the newspaper Bobby ‘thought the water was not over his head and was wading around with the other boys. While walking around he stepped off into water too deep for him, and went under.’

Bobby grabbed two of his friends, Claude WILLIAMS and Arthur SCHWINN, pulling them down with him. They got free and tried to keep him from drowning but were unable to do so. ‘He came up a time or two then sank out of sight.’ His body was removed from the water about an hour later, and ‘all efforts to resuscitate him proved futile.’

Bobby was laid to rest at Prairie Lawn Cemetery in Wellington where his parents were laid to rest when they passed.

The murder of Tom Lee

Henry Thomas (Tom) LEE was born 14 August 1882 to Hosie LEE (1848-1936) and Mary Jane BRAZELL LEE (1849-?). He was the oldest of their six children.

Tom’s maternal grandmother, Rachael FUTRELL BRAZELL was the sister of my 2nd great-grandmother, Margaret FUTRELL MARTIN.  This makes Tom my 2nd cousin twice removed.

Tom moves from his father’s house

Rural Ohio Farm

a random farm, not Tom’s farm

Hosie LEE was a farmer, and Tom followed in his footsteps. I don’t know much about Tom’s young life since I can’t find him in the census and other records, but I do know that he could not read or write. This was recorded in the census records I could find.

Tom married Dora BRAZELL (1890-1976) around 1900. Their first child, Vera, was born in 1906. They went on to have 10 children.

I know Tom and Dora lived and farmed on Old Camden Road about ten miles from Columbia in Richland County, South Carolina. Their second child, Gladys, married Ernest GOFF around 1925.

Gladys returns home

On 12 March 1929, Gladys had returned to her father’s home because ‘she was not satisfied living in the community where she did, about eight miles farther on the Old Camden Road,’ according to The State newspaper. She ‘did not like to live with his people.’ Gladys also said there had been no dispute had arisen when she left. Ernest came to Tom’s home twice that week to speak to Gladys, but the content of the conversations was not given.

Ernest comes to visit

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On the evening of 14 March 1929, Ernest came to the house about 9:20 p.m. to talk to Gladys.  Tom and Dora’s 15-yeard old daughter, Sudie Mae, answered the door and ‘saw a pistol in his overcoat pocket.’  Gladys had gone to a store four miles distant, in company with her sister and Lonnie Peek, a young man of that neighborhood.’  Upon hearing this, Ernest insisted on talking to Tom, who had to be called out of bed.

Ernest accuses Tom of interfering 

Tom and Ernest went to the side porch to sit and talk. Dora and Sudie Mae listened from the kitchen door. Ernest accused Tom of ‘writing letters in an attempt to part Goff and his wife.’  Tom denied he’d written the letters saying he couldn’t read or write or even sign his name.

Dora reported later that ‘the two men were talking in ordinary tones and neither seemed to be angry,’ according to The State. Ernest accused Tom of ‘writing letters in an attempt to part Goff and his wife.’  Tom denied he’d written the letters saying he couldn’t read or write or even sign his name.

The article in The State continues: ‘Goff said the he could prove that Lee had written the letter in question and that he “was going to have satisfaction” and that “I am either going to kill somebody or get killed.” ‘ Sudie said that Goff talked sassy to her father. (I loved her description!)

Tom told Ernest that he was treating him badly to come to his house and talk to him like that, and that he would make Ernest prove that he had the letter.

Ernest loses control

Dora turned for a moment to tell the children to hush, and while she was turned ‘three shots were fired in rapid succession.’ Tom ‘started walking to the door of the front room but fell after taking a few steps and Goff ran from the porch.’ Tom ‘said nothing about the affair except to exclaim of the pain which he was in.’ He died soon after.

The next day, Ernest surrendered to the county sheriff. He said he believed Tom was about to pull a gun on him, but no gun was found when Tom’s body was examined.  Three months later, Ernest was convicted and sentenced to ten years in prison for the murder of Tom Lee.

Tom is laid to rest

Tom was 48 when he was murdered. He left behind his wife, Dora, and nine of their ten children. I’ll write later about the child they’d already lost. Tom is buried at the Old Macedonia Cemetery in Columbia, South Carolina.

The Thomas’ aren’t from Chesterfield County!?!

Started out strong

Florrie Jane Thomas Martin

My maternal grandmother, Florrie Thomas Martin

My maternal grandmother, Florrie Thomas Martin, supplied me with the names of her parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents. She even knew their birth and death dates. She was a wealth of information.

I knew Florrie was born in Chesterfield County, South Carolina, and that her mother, Maggie Grant Thomas, was from there. Florrie’s Aunt Sally (sister of Florrie’s father) and her family lived there, too.

Jeremiah Daniel and Margaret Ann Grant THOMAS

My great-grandparents, Dan and Maggie Thomas

Naturally, I concluded that Florrie’s father, Dan Thomas, was from there as well. Also, I knew that in their later years, Dan and Maggie lived in Chesterfield County which added to my belief they were all from Chesterfield County.

Put the Thomas family aside for awhile

For many years I concentrated on my own father’s family history since I lived close to where his people were from, so research was easier. This was before computers.

Still, when I did census research at the National Archives for my dad’s family, I pulled the census records for my Thomas people in South Carolina. I wondered why some of them were in Richland County, South Carolina, but put those questions aside as I worked on my dad’s family.

Many years later, I finally began working on my maternal line. My grandmother had passed, and her parents had passed long before I was ever born. But my mother’s first cousin, Agnes, knew a lot about the Thomas family. She had been raised in South Carolina, and she knew my great-grandparents, Dan and Maggie Thomas, and she knew Aunt Sallie and her children, too. My mom’s family had left South Carolina when my mom was about four, so she’d had limited contact with them all.

One mystery solved

One thing puzzled me  – why did Dan and his family leave Chesterfield County for Richland County when Dan was about 45 years old…what was the draw to take them there. I asked Agnes. Her reply… “Well, the Thomas’ were from Richland County. He moved back to be close to his family.”

Siblings Jeremiah Daniel Thomas, Sarah Ann Rebecca Thomas Grant, James Renatus Thomas 12Aug1933 in SC

Siblings Dan Thomas, Sallie Thomas Grant, and Ren Thomas in 1933

“The Thomas’ aren’t from Chesterfield County? But Aunt Sallie [Dan’s sister] lived in Chesterfield County. And if the Thomas’ weren’t from Chesterfield County, why did Sally and Dan go there?”

Turns out that Sallie married a man from Chesterfield County, Henry Grant, and moved there with him. (I have yet to discover how she met Henry to start with.) Henry died unexpectedly, and Dan left Richland County for Chesterfield County to help Sallie take care of her farm and her five young children.

Maggie Grant, Henry’s sister, caught the attention of Dan. They married less than a year later and started a family. Dan continued to farm Sallie’s land, and he was like a father to her children.

After living in Chesterfield County for many years, Dan and his family, including all their children except for their oldest son, moved to Richland County because Dan’s parents were aging and he was needed there.

When Dan and Maggie themselves got older, they moved back to Chesterfield County. One of Sallie’s sons, Jim T. Grant, built a little house for Dan and Maggie on his property. You can read about Jim T. and the house here.

Suddenly so much fell into place, like why I couldn’t find more Thomas’ in Chesterfield County or much of anything on these people except for some census records. The world of the Thomas’ opened up with this new found information. And I’ve been learning about the Thomas’ ever since.

Problem solved by…

I solved this problem by asking questions and taking notes. Whenever I speak to relatives, I have pen and paper nearby. You never know what tidbit will be said that becomes important later.Genealogy Blog Party Badge


Curtis Chavis: gone at 18

Curtis CHAVIS was born 9 October 1925 in Camden, Kershaw County, South Carolina. He was one of three children born to Lonnie R. CHAVIS (1902-1964) and Mary E. LOWRIMORE CHAVIS (1904-2001).

Curtis’ great-grandmother, Angeline GRANT JACOBS, was a sibling of my 2nd great-grandfather, D.B. GRANT. This makes Curtis my 3rd cousin, once removed.

I couldn’t find this family in the 1930 census. The 1940 census reports them living in Murrells Inlet, Georgetown County, South Carolina. They lived there in 1935, also.Iron works fire

Curtis goes to work

In 1940, Lonnie worked as a laborer for the W.P.A. Mary was a homemaker, and the children attended school. Curtis was in 10th grade. In 1941, the family moved to Charleston, South Carolina. Curtis became a welder at the Charleston Navy Yard.

Vintage Dodge car

A car of that era. Photo by Nagraj Salian. Click on the photo for his flickr.com page.

Life was probably exciting for Curtis. He was born just a few years after my mom, and I heard many stories about her life during the war. Swing dance and big bands were the rage, and young people were living life as if they had no tomorrow due to the constant worry of the war hanging over their heads.

An accident

It all came to an end for Curtis in October 1943. On Monday, October 25th, shortly before dawn, Curtis and three coworkers from Navy yard were on their way someplace. Considering the time and day, they may have been on their way to work after spending the weekend out of town. Curtis never made it to his destination.

Near Monck’s Corner, South Carolina (about 33 miles north northwest of Charleston), ‘a carnival truck and an automobile collided.’ The driver of the truck and two occupants of the car died at the scene. Curtis and the other car occupant were taken to Berkeley County Hospital.

Curtis died early the next morning, October 26th, from a fractured skill and intracranial hemorrhage. He was just 18 years old. So sad.

I’m not sure where Curtis is buried. His death certificate says Collins Creek Baptist Church in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. I didn’t find him listed there. He isn’t listed with his parents and brother at Belin Memorial Cemetery in Murrells Inlet either.

Tom Lee: an accidental death

Thomas Earl LEE, Sr. was the third of nine children born to George Belton LEE (1871-1948) and Alma LYBRAND LEE (1875-1956). Tom, as he was called, was born 14 November 1899 in Lexington County, South Carolina. Lexington County is next to Richland County.

Tom’s grandfather, John Wesley LEE, Sr. (1841-1922), was a half-brother of my great-grandmother, Elizabeth LEE MARTIN (1868-1937). This makes Tom my 2nd cousin, once removed.

Tom’s father, George, was an overseer at a cotton mill in 1900 and a spinning boss in 1910. The family rented a house in Lexington near the cotton mill.barn6

Tom marries the girl next door

In 1918, 19-year old Tom registered for the WW1 draft. Tom was living and working on a farm owned by J. P. Hite. This farm was in Lexington County. Tom was of medium height and build, and he had brown eyes and black hair.

In 1920, Tom was still with the Hite family. The Dooley family appears next on the census after the Hite family. The census also states that Tom could read and write. In 1921, Tom married Ernestine DOOLEY who was 16 years old. Ernestine went by Jimmie.

Tom and Jimmie had four children between 1922 and 1929. In 1930, Tom rented property that appeared between the Hite and Dooley families on the census. I don’t know if he rented land from the Hite family or from his in-laws.

Two more children were born by 1935 bringing the total to six, and in 1935 Tom was farming still according to the 1940 census. But things changed by 1940.Cotton mill photo

Life after farming

In 1940, 42-year old Tom and 36- year old Jimmie were living on College Street in Columbia, Richland County, South Carolina. I’d show you the house, but there is parking lot there now.

Both Tom and Jimmie worked at a cotton mill. Tom was a twining operator, and Jimmie was a winding operator. Considering the Depression was still going on, they were probably thrilled to both be working.

Oddly, none of their children were living with them in 1940, even the youngest two. I can’t find the youngest two in the 1940 census at all. But I know all of Tom and Jimmie’s six children lived beyond that time since I found later records for them.shotgun

A terrible accident

In 1945, Tom and Jimmie were still living in Lexington, and Tom as still a textile worker. According to the death certificate and the newspaper article in The State, Tom died at his home on October 12th of an accidental self-inflicted gunshot wound. Tom was trying to get a shell out of his shotgun, and it went off. The coroner announced no inquest would be made.

Tom was 46 years old when he died. He’s buried at St. David’s Lutheran Cemetery in West Columbia, Lexington County, on 14 Oct 1945.

Sweet Strawberry Memories

I am in a weekly CSA this year. That’s Community Supported Agriculture for those who don’t know. Thursday’s box contained strawberries again, the third week in a row.20160428_155155

Each week I’ve had a lovely walk down memory lane when I open the box and see those cheerful red fruits with their tiny seeds and green leaves.

We didn’t have strawberries to eat regularly when I was growing up, so it was an event when we did.20160430_174120

My mom taught me how to soak them to remove dirt and bugs, and cap them with a small spoon. Then we cut and sugared them. It was magical how sprinkling the  already-juicing-up fruit with sugar and letting it sit produced a syrupy glaze on the berries.Strawberrys so red and delicious

We didn’t make ‘real’ shortcake but used dessert shells instead. After dinner Mom would arrange the dessert shells on small plates, spoon the berries and glaze onto them, and add a spray whipped topping or a whipped topping from the freezer (thawed, of course).20160501_185435

I never got many berries by choice. I don’t really care for strawberries, but I loved dessert shells. (Hey, don’t judge me! LOL)

I can still see the smiling faces of my father, Charlie HEISER, and my grandmother, Florrie THOMAS MARTIN, as they ate the strawberry dessert. They both knew how to savor such seasonal treats.

I still don’t care for strawberries. I prep and freeze them now for smoothies and ice cream for my husband.

But as I rinse and cap and cut, I smile and let my mind drift back to my mom’s kitchen, that magical syrupy glaze, and those smile faces.

What special family memories do you have of strawberries?

Stearn Hyser: veteran firefighter and family man

Harry Stearn HYSER, called Stearn, was born 11 November 1879 in Taneytown, Carroll County, Maryland. He was the middle child of five children born to Harry HYSER (1850-1905) and Susan SHRINER HYSER (1857-1932). He is my 2nd cousin, twice removed.

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Harry and Susan left Maryland for Kansas between 1882 and 1889. I wrote about Harry here.

Paint brush and paint can

First a painter

In 1900, Stearn and all of his siblings lived with their parents in Wellington, Sumner County, Kansas, about 35 miles south of Wichita. Stearn’s father was a painter, and so was Stearn, presumably working with his father. Stearn’s father died in 1905. Stearn continued living with his mother at the family home.

Then a fireman

In 1910, 31-year old Stearn still lived with his mom, and he was still a painter. Stearn became a fireman for the city of Wellington in 1912. According to the Wellington Daily News, he was paid $60 per month. Also in 1912 Stearn brought a Boston Bulldog named Powder to the fire department headquarters where she became the mascot.

Boston Bulldog

Not Powder, but probably what Powder looked like

In 1918, he registered for the World War 1 draft. He was of medium weight and height, and he had brown hair and eyes. One thing he didn’t have was the ruddy complexion often noted in Hyser/Heiser men. Also in 1918, Stearn had influenza, probably the Spanish influenza that killed millions of people. He relapsed once and finally recovered.

Stearn and his friend, Frank WILDER, visited Wichita at least once in 1919. That’s probably where Stearn met Dorothy REYNOLDS BAKER, a divorced mother of one.

Stearn becomes a family man

In 1920, Stearn still lived with his mother, but in 1921 he married Dorothy. Dorothy was 29, and Stearn was 42. From that point on, Stearn raised Dorothy’s daughter, Dorothy Mae, as his own.

Vintage fire truck from 1948

1948 fire truck probably like the ones Stearn used when fighting fires.

The family continued living in Wellington, and Stearn continued as a fireman. Eventually he was promoted to Assistant Fire Chief. The local paper named him several times for his work as a fireman.

In the 1920’s and 30’s, Stearn and Dorothy and Dorothy Mae lived only a few blocks from Stearn’s mother, Stearn worked as a fireman, Dorothy kept the home, and Dorothy Mae attended school.

In 1937 and 1939, the Kansas state census shows a fourth person living in the home. I conclude that in 1937, the fourth person was Dorothy Mae’s husband, and in 1939 it was Dorothy Mae’s son, JamesLloyd. Her husband was out of the picture by then.

In 1940, 60-year old Stearn, Dorothy, the divorced Dorothy Mae, and her 3-year old son, JamesLloyd; all lived together at 316 W. 9th Street in Wellington. Here is a link to that neighborhood.

The Kansas state census shows that the number of people living in the household fluctuated between two and four over the next few years. At one point JamesLloyd is living with Stearn and Dorothy without his mother.

Dorothy passes away…probably

Dorothy, Stearn’s wife, disappears from the state census and city directories in 1948. I couldn’t find any information about her dying, but that’s probably what happened.  The now widowed 69-year old Stearn continued to live in their 9th Street home. Dorothy Mae married again, moved to 414 South H Street, and had another child.  Here’s a link to that neighborhood.

Around 1950, Stearn moved in with Dorothy Mae and her family. He retired from the fire department in 1952 at 73 years of age. Stearn passed away on 1 July 1955 after ‘an illness of several years’. He is buried at Prairie Lawn Cemetery in Wellington along with his parents and two siblings.

Time travel to an ancestor with Dr. Who

This month’s Genealogy Blog Party prompt is about time travel with Dr. Who. Here’s my response:

If The Doctor asked, “So, who do you want to meet?”, it wouldn’t take me long to decide.

Jeremiah Daniel Thomas, called Dan, was my great-grandfather, the father of my beloved grandmother, Florrie Thomas Martin, who lived with my family until she passed when I was 19.

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Dan Thomas probably in his 20’s, circa 1880’s

Dan is the perfect intersection ancestor, the one who would yield the most genealogical information from his generation and the two before him. I would choose to visit Dan in the mid-1910’s before age, and possibly dementia, stole away his memory of his parents and his grandparents.

Would I tell him who I was? Gosh, that’s a hard one. Dr. Who always says NO. It messes up the time continuum or something like that.

To be safe, I would instead tell him that I was recording the history of people in the area and hope he’d be willing to talk. (There actually were a few men in Richland County, South Carolina where Dan lived who were doing that in the 1920’s, so this wouldn’t be a farfetched story.)

So many questions, so many questions.

First, I’d ask factual stuff like How did your sister Sally meet her husband, Henry Grant, and how did Henry die?  I would ask about Dan’s grandparents, Renatus and Mahaly Thomas…what were they like, where are they buried?  Who were Mahaly’s parents and how did Renatus’ father end up in South Carolina?

Tell me about your parents, I’d say. What were they like? How bad was your father’s war injury? Was your mother a good cook?

I’d move on to his other grandparents, John and Mary Davis. Were they from Richland County? If not where did they come from? What did they look like? What were they like?

I’d want to know about Dan’s life, too, like how he felt when he was sent to Chesterfield to help Sallie when Henry died, and how long he courted my great-grandmother. What brought him back to Richland County? And so much more.

I’d want to know his favorite book of the bible and his favorite verses, and I’d ask him to pray with me. I’d ask him to tell me a joke because I’m told that he enjoyed a good laugh…just like his daughter, Florrie.

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The tintype that haunts me.

Finally I have a tintype with his name scratched on the back. That tintype haunts me. Who are these men, when was it taken, where are they, and what are they commemorating? And is that you in front on the left?

I will say, though, that as much as I would love to know about the tintype, I would let that go to get all my other questions answered.

It would be hard to leave him. One question always leads to another. I could stay with him for days and still have questions to ask. The Doctor would have to tell me it was time to go. I don’t think I’d take Dan to the future with me. That would probably mess up the time continuum, too. 😉Genealogy Blog Party