Home from 1935.

on February 24, 2007 in Ze Bloggy Goodness with 6 comments by

That’s what it feels like at least. I think I’m already having ancestor withdrawal. What a cool trip. How many times is Mom going to have to drag me somewhere kicking and screaming (Ghana, Williamsburg, etc.) and then me come home LOVING the trip? Then I look like a fool. I hate when that happens.

But honestly, it really was awesome. I saw Colonel when we got home and I hugged him so tight. I thought about going to see Ma at the nursing home across the street at 9:30pm tonight. Just to be with her. I’ve been seeing them in pictures from as early at 1913 up until recently (including some awesome ones from the 60s). And to have them so close now it is almost unbelievable. (I don’t feel like this is making any sense, but I’m going to roll with it.) For a week they have been an image alone- like many of the people who are dead now. But to know that there are here, where I can talk to them, touch them, hug them, is amazing me. I told Colonel and all the other family members I’ve emailed or spoken to tonight, “I love you more today than I did last Friday”. And it is true.

Even as I was driving to my house tonight, I thought, ‘This isn’t my home. This is a place that makes me live away from my family. I just left home when I left Colonel sitting at the kitchen table, Mom eating dinner, and Sally and Daddy watching TV.’ That’s home.

Here are some more pics. Thank you to my friends who are being patient and not giving up on my blog as I post pictures of people you don’t care about so my family can see them.

First of all, Colonel is standing in the back. PLEASE check out his hair. That, ladies and gentlemen, explains why my hair does that exact movement every morning. And that explains why Colonel shaves his head now. I love so many things about this photo- the high chair, the corn growing in the background, brother James dealing with the cat fur in his mouth, the creative cropping I did to cut out Aunt Mary…..

I mean this in all sincerity- I believe one of the great losses in my life is that I did not get to meet this woman- Effie Tatum aka Grandmother. Colonel’s mom. Look at this picture- she means business, but was all loving as well. Amazing. Not a one person we talked to had an unkind thing to say about her. In her lifetime, she had 7 children. 3 died before the age of 3. And I complain about my life? She’s tough. Real tough. And Godly. What is Godly toughness called? Whatever that word is, she is that.

This was in Texas. We had a BALL! Those people were so fun. And funny. R to L- Cousin David, his wife Betty (standing), Mama, Cousin Patricia, and Aunt Dickie. Everyone down there says “Aint Deekie”, so that’s what I hear in my head when I type it. And check her out, all of her 4 ft. 11 in. She’s little. “Leettle”, as they said it in the great state of Texas. (Which by the way, I had a Texas shaped waffle this morning for breakfast. That’s hard core.)

Here’s me and Aunt Dickie. I had to sit down next to her because I didn’t want to tower over her. That would be mildly embarrassing. She was so generous with her time, her photos, and her good cookin’. I always loved when her and her husband Uncle Charlie (he died a few years ago) would come to GA to visit. They were so fun. She lived up to that kid memory this week. (By the way, that’s Aunt Dickie in the high chair in the first picture.)

In the end, we scanned over 250 images- mostly pictures, but also articles from newspapers, handwritten letters, and report cards (from 1899!). Mom would scan it, then hand it to the Aunt we were with, she would tell the story, and I would type whatever she was saying into my computer. All in all, over 10 pages typed. Good gravy.

I promise no more old pictures on here. Except tomorrow…

I hope you get to hug someone in your family today. When push comes to shove, they are the ones God chose to make you and mold you, challenge you and grow you, love you and protect you. They aren’t perfect- none of us are. But they are your’s. You picked your friends- God picked your family.

I LOVE what He picked for me.

6 comments

  1. marie-claire
    posted on Feb 24, 2007 at 5:56 PM  |  reply

    I had to do a project in 10th grade about the life of someone over 60, so I chose my grandparents. They grew up on a farm. Little did I know that my grandfather was county treasurer, and my great-grandmother got married when she was 15, and was married for 70 years. My grandfather took his lunch to school in a pail, and it usually consisted of lard and bread.

    So interesting the things you can find out from people you see all the time and take for granted.

    Oh, and my mom’s first boyfriend’s name was Dwayne Shmane.

  2. carolineb
    posted on Feb 24, 2007 at 11:42 PM  |  reply

    Sorry, I was momentarily mentally distracted by MCs comment.

    Here are some things I love about this batch of pictures…

    Picture 1: Colonel totally still looks like he did then, except the hair. I love the hair.

    Picture 2: You introduced this photo with “We had a ball”.

    I’m glad you’re back, come over and stuff.

  3. hunt1140
    posted on Feb 26, 2007 at 2:30 AM  |  reply

    RE: your post at Blue Sky. Yes. We have a Pack & Play and a crib, so whichever you think is most
    comfortable.

    Seriously, we’d love to have you! Name your date. Then name your backup date.

  4. AmyFritch
    posted on Feb 26, 2007 at 2:43 AM  |  reply

    That’s good stuff. Also, distracted by a comment that mentions a pack and play and a trip on your blog.

  5. jenny
    posted on Feb 26, 2007 at 8:10 PM  |  reply

    You have totally gotten me into the “let’s scan pictures” mode. My mom just scanned like 200 pictures from my grandparents and I keep encouraging her to get them to tell stories about each photo (just like you did while in Texas). I’m NOT bored with you family pics by the way!

  6. Shannon Kubiak Primicerio
    posted on Feb 28, 2007 at 7:41 PM  |  reply

    Way cool, Annie. You are blessed to have so many older family members still around…

    It is amazing what you can find out when researching your family history. A few years ago I discovered that my grandmother died on the exact same day as her mother only 16 years apart! Crazy…

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