Friday, October 31, 2014

Family Recipe Friday ~ "Baby Food Cake"

     My Aunt Nell (short for Nellie), was a cook at a Catholic Girls' School. She was my grandmother's baby sister, and the cooking authority in the family.This is one of her recipes, in her handwriting.  I don't know if it was own her creation, or a family recipe passed down through generations. but it sounds delicious, even if baby food is its main ingredient.  It's a fairly simple recipe. but doesn't offer much instruction, baking time, or tell you how long to bake it.  I'll probably cook it @350 for 30-35 mins. checking to see if additional cooking time is required.
     This will be one of the thousand recipes I plan to try once retired with time on my hands.  Notice how creased and used it looks.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Wedding Wednesday - Or Lack Thereof

     I am no prude, - not by any stretch of the imagination. I'm also fully aware that people have always thumbed their noses at the conventional societal no-no's, and had affairs, shared quarters without the benefit of marriage, and/or simply had children out of wedlock.
     But, I was still surprised when I discovered that one of my Great Grandfather's sister's had "cohabitated" for almost 20 yrs. sans matrimony.  During that time, they became the parents of last least 7 children.
I can't help but wonder if the community knew, and if so, were there consequences?  How commonplace was it?  Most importantly, why didn't they marry sooner?  Was it a matter of finances?  Was my gg aunt not divorced from her first husband? Did they just forget that vows hadn't actually been exchanged?
     The 1900 census states they'd been married 3 yrs. They had probably been together that long. According to the 1910 census, they've been married 11 years (him), 12 years (her).??  The couple didn't actually tie the knot until 1916. Were these deliberate lies, or simply cases of the wrong person(s) giving the wrong information?  
Their granddaughter describes them as "church goers who kept to themselves."
     Interestingly enough, one of the radio d.j.'s on my morning commute made mention of the fact that the musical duo of Sonny and Cher fabricated a wedding date, while really just  "shacking up", so as not to offend the sensibilities of their fans.
Just call me curious...

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Tombstone Tuesday - Walker Community Cemetary

     The year 1899 was full of personal tragedy for my Great- Great Grandmother Harriett Glenn.  In the span of less than 60 days, (54, to be exact), she buried not just one, or even two, but 3 of her sons.
Samuel Glenn 8, died Aug. 3, 1899.  Brodie Glenn died Sept. 17, and George D. Sept. 26.
     Was there an epidemic of some kind raging through their parish?  Could  it have been colds or  flu, - illnesses which our generation usually bounce back from, without  Ill effects, but which might (just as likely to, as not) have proven fatal in that particular time & place? 
     For the most part, these 3 young men will remain no more than tombstones in a small Louisiana cemetery, - unknown and forgotten.  They are not recorded in any census , - as their approximate births (1880, 1886, 1891) fall in the gap between 1880 & 1900, and there's no 1890 census.  There are no birth or death certificates.  Nothing denotes their existence save 3 graves, with tombstones, in Walker Community Cemetery, in Gibsland, Bienville Parish, Louisiana.

Walker Community Cemetery, Gibsland, La.
Final Resting Places For Samuel, Brodie & George Glenn

Monday, October 27, 2014

Military Monday ~ "Things That Make You Go Hmm..."

Its funny what you remember about loved ones, who though long gone, are never forgotten. My grandfather Ernest Bullock died in 1970.  My memories of him, are of a tall, robust, thick chested, hulking, nutmeg complexioned man with short, crinkly gray hair. He chewed tobacco, and dipped Garrett Snuff.  But what I remember most, is that he had bad feet, and kinda shuffled along.  He suffered with corns, and the tops and sides of his shoes were always cut out.  Whenever he sat for a  long period, he'd take his shoes off, and you couldn't help but notice how gnarly his feet were.  Strange legacy, huh?
I know granddaddy was in the First World War.  I knew, (rather I thought) that he was born in Summerfield Louisiana, that  his first wife was named Hattie, and that in the 1920 census he was living in Lincoln Parish Louisiana, with her.  But  his draft registration card told me two things that I've never known before.  One, he was living in a village called Choudrant  at the time.  Never heard of it.  I Googled it, because I was beginning to think I had the wrong Ernest. Not claiming to know everything, but in my virtual genealogical ramblings around northern Louisiana, I should of at least heard of the place. And  yes, as sure as shooting, it exists, and as of the year 2000, had 582 residents.  Wow!
I was also surprised that  his  his body type and height were  listed as medium.   The grandfather that I knew was barrel chested,  and at least  six feet if he was a day. You gain weight as you age, but height? A final tidbit of information, was his given place of birth, per the registration card.  It's listed as Junction City, Arkansas, when I'd been led to believe that he was born in Summerfield, La. like my grandmother.  Granted, the towns are within spitting distance of one another, but I find it interesting nonetheless!

My grandfather's WWI Draft Registration, dated June 5, 1917
My grandfather's Honorable Discharge Certificate

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

The Family Reunion and More...

     The 41st Glover-Gleason Annual Family Reunion was held this year in Jonesboro, Arkansas, the weekend of July 25th-27th.  I'd made my reservations, made all the necessary plans, taken all the right steps, and fell flat on my face. Well not exactly, but kinda, sorta.  I went, but that's the story!
     I 'll preface my tale with a confession...I'm not a highway driver.  Sure, I live in a relatively large city, but avoid freeways like the plague!  I TAKE THE STREETS!  There, I've admitted it.  There are many who are baffled by this, namely a sister and cousin, who will and do, drive 5 miles out of the way, to get to a freeway, only to get off on the first exit. lol! In other words, I took the Greyhound Bus.
     In and of itself, Greyhound is not a bad deal.  Tickets are considerably cheaper than airfare, with advanced purchase (another story).  They now have Wi-Fi, and if you can overlook the lack of leg room, and having to physically transfer your luggage, each time you change buses, it's not so bad.  I figured I could tough it out for 21 hours. After all, relatives, kinfolk were at the end of the ride.
     So..the bus left Detroit at 3 p.m. All was good.  I was in blissful heaven, with  cell phone, tablet, and never ending Wi-Fi.  Oh yeah, my battery chargers.  Must haves!  I was due to change buses twice, in Nashville and Memphis, Tenn.  Did I mention there was a lot of road construction? Mucho..
Somewhere between Cincinnati, Ohio, and Louisville, Kentucky that night, my trip was totally rerouted, without my knowledge or consent I might add.  Three things happened.  First, we were sandbagged in traffic due to road construction.  Second, there was a young man on board thought to be sick, who it was later ascertained was either high or having a bad reaction to prescription medication.  When we finally arrived in Louisville, Emt's and the police were waiting.  The young man  was led (stumbling more like it), and we all watched as he was questioned, frisked, and relieved of 3-4 prescription bottles that we could see.  Then the police had to find his luggage.  Third, while in route, our driver got lost, and for some reason, didn't pull off into a well lit area to get his bearings, choosing instead to pull onto a dirt road, where he  had to be spotted by a fellow passenger, so as not to roll off into one of the two ditches on either side. (I was later told by that he'd only been driving for a month.  (If there'd been a accident and I'd died, my tombstone could have read: Killed by an idiot driver, who never should have been behind the wheel!).
     Needless to say, all bets we off, and we arrived in Nashville and Memphis  several hours late, having missed all our connections.  Collectively, we all headed to the ticket counter to have our tickets reprinted.  Most passengers had a prolonged wait of several hours.  Yours truly, had to wait until the following morning for the bus to take me from Memphis to Jonesboro.  I was stuck in the Memphis Bus Station from 6:45 a.m. Friday morning, until 9:45 Sat. morning.  I wasn't offered a complimentary beverage token, let alone a food ticket.  To her credit, the ticket agent did  apologize for my inconvenience, which to me was lip service.  When I inquired about a refund for that leg of the journey, I was told she couldn't give me one, since my ticket was purchased online. Huh? She did however give me the number to Greyhound corporate offices
     Don't get me wrong, I understand that time and unforeseen occurrences can crop up at anytime, and are no one's fault.  The bottom line, is how they are handled,  Greyhound, dropped the ball. And the odd thing was, when the bus bound for Jonesboro left Memphis Saturday morning, there were only 3 passengers aboard, and the header read: Jonesboro.  Made we wonder if there's normally even such a bus.
     One further note, I was not forced to stay at the bus station.  I could have gotten a room somewhere, but figured I'd be charged for the room I'd reserved in Jonesboro as well, since it was so late when I canceled that Friday.  All in all, time spent in the station wasn't horrid.  There were plenty of people to talk with, a 24 hr. restaurant, and relatively clean, functioning bathrooms!  What more could I ask for? Lol!
     My biggest regret?  Not making  the Meet & Greet in Jonesboro that Friday.  An entire day of possibly bonding with newly discovered kinfolk, lost.  I arrived about 11a.m. that Sat. morning.There was just enough time to check-in, shower, meet a few family members who were sitting outside the hotel, and skedaddle to the buffet.
Before I knew it, dinner was over, we were back at the hotel, and there was a family meeting.  Soon afterwards, everyone seemed to go their separate ways.  Some left for home that night. About 10 us did congregate in one of the rooms and spent an hour or so laughing and talking.  After saying our goodbyes,the others checked out the following morning, and I was left alone there for the second leg of my journey.
     The trip had its ups and downs, but the end result was that I meet some of my 'elusive' kin, and for that I am grateful! Would I do it again?  You bet!

Tuesday, September 16, 2014


     This has been a year of many firsts for me.  I do believe that it is true, -  you never forget your first.  And at the risk of sounding slutty, I hope there are many more to come! (-:
     Using the trusty people finder White Pages, I connected with a cousin, Marie, in El Dorado, Ark.  I'd run across Marie's name on the back of an old Glover Family Reunion program.  She was listed under the name Theodocia/Docia.  There were 2.  Which one was she related to, and how?  I called, explained who I was, etc. etc. I believe she was as happy to be found, as I was to find her.  Turns out, one of the Theodocia/Docia  mentioned in the bulletin was her grandmother, married to my Great- Great Uncle Jack. Her mother was Thelma, their daughter. We now speak a few times a month.
     I finally did meet Howard, who lives here in the city. To think that we've almost co-existed for a lifetime and never known of each other's existence is a sacrilege in itself.  We arranged to have lunch at a Red Lobster on a Saturday in March, and had a great time.
     Last, but not least, I FINALLY met some of my kin, whom until recently, I'd never laid eyes on, and in some cases, never heard of.  The Glover/Gleason Family Reunion is held every summer.  Since first hearing of it, I've planned to go, for the past 5-6 years.  Well this year, when my bulletin came in the mail, I immediately made reservations, and plans to attend. And guess what?  I went!! And that's another story for another day....

Monday, September 8, 2014

Anyone Not Watch WDYTYR (Who Do You Think You Are)?

     Am I the only person in the " genealogy world ," that does not watch WDYTYR (Who Do You Think You Are?)
     I know, I know, I can hear the collective gasps.  "Who does she think she is..."
Hold on, hold on, there is a simple, explanation!  And did I mention that I'd like to watch it. It's not too outside of the realm of  'possibilities' for me to watch it, - albeit one very specific  change would have to be made..... - The show would have to focus  on  ordinary, every day people, and to assist them in   researching their families.  Perhaps I shouldn't be so turned off at the plight of all those poor, poor celebrities with everything at their disposal, i.e. - assistants, time, and last but not least, - money.               
     But the fact remains that WDYTYR does focus on America's rich and famous icons. The  fact that each episode wraps  up in one hour, despite having  jetted around the world a time or two,  at times, tackling, then hurdling over what are normally insurmountable walls does rub me the wrong way and gives the show an air of  unreality.  For all intents and purposes I might as well watch A Kardashian Christmas.  Who wants to watch the rich and famous unveil their roots?  I don't.  I feel like I'm I standing outside a window watching the enlightened ones receive yet another perk, because of their status.....
     H-o-w-e-v-e-r, should WDYTYR ever do a segment on  run of the mill, salt of the earth, everyday folk, like My Elusive Kin, I'd be rapt with interest, sitting front row center.  Anyone else agree?