Notes from the past…


Sentimental Sunday: My Grandparents’ 25th Wedding Anniversary

My grandmother had a close friend named Jennie V. Teague (Nanny calls her Jennie V and for the longest time I thought Jennie V was one word, Jennivee!). Jenny V could make anything ceramic! And I mean anything. We all have little gadgets, like spoon-holders, cups, and scrub-pad holders, made by Jennie V. populating our kitchens. The lady had an amazing talent.

A few weeks ago, I was cleaning out my kitchen cabinets and found this little item. It came to me when my grandmother was no longer able to live in her home alone and moved in with my aunt. What Nanny couldn’t take with her to my aunt’s house went to us grandkids and great-grandkids. I also have Nanny’s favorite rocking chair that at one time belonged to my great-grandmother.

This was created by Jennie V in honor of my grandparents’ 25th Wedding Anniversary. It is dated Dec 31, 1959. It is a bit dusty and in need of a good cleaning, but it has also been broken and repaired numerous times and is rather fragile. Honestly, I’m scared to handle it very much!

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Sentimental Sunday: Nanny & Bubba

I have posted this photo before, but when the blogging theme for Sunday changed from Black Sheep Sunday to Sentimental Sunday, this image instantly came to mind.

Pictured here are my grandmother (standing), my great-grandfather Charles Arthur “Bubba” Rogers and my Aunt Jan at age about 5 years. My Aunt Jan was born in 1938, so this photo would have been taken about 1943.

My great-grandfather Bubba Rogers died 17 Dec 1942, so this may well have been the last photo ever taken of him. Since my grandmother and my aunt are both wearing coats and my aunt a hat, and in north Texas you don’t were coats usually until at least November, that dates the photo as taken only weeks or days before Bubba’s death.

The expressions on Nanny’s and Bubba’s faces are those of resigned acceptance. I think at this point, both knew that time was running short. Bubba appears tired and frail, and Nanny seems to show calm determination. Determination to make sure that Bubba knows that he is literally in the arms of his loving family…

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Daily Journal 4 Dec 2009: Not too focused today

My cat Leaky has taken a turn for the worst, so she’s back at the vet. Very worried about her. I’ve had her since she was but a tiny ball of brown-red-white fur and she’s my favorite. Such a sweet personality…

Didn’t get much genealogy stuff done today. Miles Francis Stanley is finished and the next person on the list is another 2GGF, Joseph Rogers.

Does (did) Joseph Rogers even exist? I have no “first-hand” (census, marriage, cemetery) data on him. I don’t know for sure when or where he was born, married or died. All I have is the name “Joseph Rogers” on my great-grandfather Charles Arthur Rogers’ SS-5 and death certificate.

Here’s the story on him:

My great-grandfather Charles Arthur Rogers ran away from home in Grassy Lick, Montgomery, Kentucky as a boy because if he didn’t leave, he knew he’d eventually kill his abusive step-father. This is the story told by my grandmother.

Charles’ father had died sometime between 9 months prior to Charles’ birth date of 12 Apr 1870 and 7 Jun 1900, which is the first documented (census) evidence of the existence of Charles Arthur Rogers! That’s a BIG window! If I narrow that down to 1870-1885 (Charles ran away as a child), it’s still a lotta ground to cover.

I have searched high and low for Charles and/or his parents Joseph & Susan in the 1870 Kentucky census (Charles would have only been a couple months old) and the 1880 census for Kentucky and Texas. I have used every different form of Charles, Joseph, Susan and Rogers that I can think of. Wildcard and Soundex. No trace of them.

I have no idea what the step-father’s name was. My grandmother says that Charles had 2 brothers named Tom and Henry. I have searched for any family that comes anywhere even close to Charles’ family. Nothing. Nada. Zip.

I wish I could pack up and go to Mt Sterling, the county seat for Montgomery County, Kentucky and start digging through courthouse records…