Tag: family history

Letter #3: March 31, 1889

INTO IRONWOOD One of the utter frustrations of genealogy is slamming into that brick wall, again, and deciphering the scanty, often hard-to-read records. But we all know the delightful, gut-giggling joy when a puzzle piece fits. Or several. This letter, #3 in my INTO IRONWOOD series, has done it all. This is a new, short…

Letter #2: February 10, 1889

INTO IRONWOOD I don’t know cold, or what it’s like to experience a truly, deep cold winter. I’ve been neatly tucked away somewhere in the Pacific Northwest most of my life. I haven’t experienced bitter, biting winters next to Lake Superior. We are pretty spoiled in the garden department as well; what we plant grows…

Letter #1: January 27, 1889

INTO IRONWOOD Some of you are familiar with my series about my great grandma, Orah Myrtle Butterfield (the link takes you to the first entry titled Cherry Season). I stared a series about her for several reasons. At first it was to preserve our family history, but also because her letters were shocking. Hundreds of…

Imperfect

While mom stands at the left and grandma frosts the cake, I lick the beaters. Life, in the eyes of a child, as it should be. ******************** I must have been eight or nine, I’m guessing along about 1967 or ’68, when I first realized. Grandpa Eddie and grandma Lalla were visiting us in Gladstone,…

Familia

I’m sneaky. Even though my kids don’t approve–one son gives me the stink eye–it doesn’t stop me. Why should it? They are my everything, and I’m planning. I may find myself alone some day while they are living their lives, as they should. I will want to look at photos if I cannot see them…