tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post2158493005164636020..comments2024-03-28T13:46:02.547-04:00Comments on Jungle Red Writers: Plots from the Family Tree Jungle Red Writershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16646429819267618412noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-24633198243267753682018-09-26T15:29:22.657-04:002018-09-26T15:29:22.657-04:00Now you can take a DNA test through different gene...Now you can take a DNA test through different genealogy services like ancestry. If you are interested.Bibliophilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07764234701385787238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-64027573041125061112018-09-26T15:26:09.701-04:002018-09-26T15:26:09.701-04:00me too!me too!Bibliophilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07764234701385787238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-5878456522647849562018-09-26T15:25:29.609-04:002018-09-26T15:25:29.609-04:00Was your mom a war bride?Was your mom a war bride?Bibliophilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07764234701385787238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-44823481821528723642018-09-25T14:01:57.806-04:002018-09-25T14:01:57.806-04:00What great stories! Ingrid, my husband's grand...What great stories! Ingrid, my husband's grandparents were homesteaders in Montana, too. Eastern Montana. We went to see the homestead land a couple of years ago and it was a million miles from a million miles from nowhere. I've never seen such desolate land stretching into the horizon. Eventually, the family moved to town - Miles City, Montana.<br /><br />And Jenn, we moved to Scarsdale when I was ten. My last year in HS (I graduated in three years to get the hell out of there), our football team won the county title against Yonkers and we needed a police escort out of the stadium because the Yonkers fans were so pissed off!Ellen Byronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03491931917758692660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-22872466091400556112018-09-24T21:24:14.657-04:002018-09-24T21:24:14.657-04:00wonderful stories, everyone!
Jenn, I think that H...wonderful stories, everyone!<br /><br />Jenn, I think that Helen Mirren's Russian aristocrat grandfather became a cab driver in London after the family had to leave Russia because of the Revolution.<br /><br />Growing up, I knew that both of my maternal great grandmothers were suffragists. I always thought my family were Spanish, Scottish, maybe Irish and maybe German. In my genealogical research, I discovered that German Swiss, Dutch, German / Alsace / French, English, Scottish, Welsh, Irish, in addition to what I already knew about the Spanish and British ancestry. My Dutch / French ancestors were Huguenots who settled in New Amsterdam, now known as New York.<br /><br />DianaBibliophilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07764234701385787238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-67502555316377178252018-09-24T18:57:52.045-04:002018-09-24T18:57:52.045-04:00My father's mother's father(One of my grea...My father's mother's father(One of my great-grandfathers) left his wife and several children in WV, and moved to Tennessee, where he married a second woman (but he never divorced the first wife), and had a second family of several more children. He was killed either by 1) a chicken thief, or 2) a constable. (Accounts vary) . After his death, family #2 contacted family #1, to let them know what became of him. The first family had no warning that he was leaving...he just vanished, or so I was told. They had no idea where he was, until he died. In a brief attempt to start my genealogy search, I quickly found both families.Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09875728137170982198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-254406592206540092018-09-24T18:26:13.546-04:002018-09-24T18:26:13.546-04:00Kay, I would love to see your family tree!
DebRo ...Kay, I would love to see your family tree!<br /><br />DebRo Deb Romanohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01650858888197217258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-57361195017688657242018-09-24T17:55:45.156-04:002018-09-24T17:55:45.156-04:00My background is full of Gypsies, WWI & II gra...My background is full of Gypsies, WWI & II grandfather on the wrong side of the war, concentration camps, my oma saving a train car full of deportees, her also saving herself and my mom and aunt from said concentration camp due to speaking 7 languages, being forced from Sudatenland to small town in Germany, same grandfather being saved at the end of the war by some woman who said she was his wife, oh and his mother is the one that got oma and family sent to the camps. That is just my mother's side. By the way the first time I saw my great grandmother (Gypsy), I told my mother Geronimo was in the living room (in Germany). On my father's side it is full of Irish, Scottish and Wales immigrants of all sorts, some criminal, some political and others just plain running. Mixed in that is some Creole, Native American and everything else.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11806151679564881115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-58503583000303273532018-09-24T15:30:18.837-04:002018-09-24T15:30:18.837-04:00My husband's mother had an unusual last name. ...My husband's mother had an unusual last name. Supposedly there was a 6'6" redheaded lion tamer in her family tree. My step daughter started doing research and found that someone in England was selling a card, about 2"x1,5" (like a small baseball card) with a picture of a tall lion tamer with 2 lions beside him and his last name was the unusual one of my husband's mother. My husband and SD are both cat lovers. Could it be in their DNA?xjerseygirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05566279119245996947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-14031502416564885632018-09-24T15:27:27.320-04:002018-09-24T15:27:27.320-04:00Yes, Ingrid, it is. So sad to think of the moments...Yes, Ingrid, it is. So sad to think of the moments that their lives changed. My grandfather ended up becoming an alcoholic, too, like his father. My dad, thankfully, was a total non-drinker.<br /><br />DebRo Deb Romanohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01650858888197217258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-84689805352323510962018-09-24T15:13:37.618-04:002018-09-24T15:13:37.618-04:00thanks for sharing Pat, your great aunt Ruth had a...thanks for sharing Pat, your great aunt Ruth had a storied life!Lucy Burdette aka Roberta Isleibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04660402177299546055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-65854204315439324792018-09-24T15:11:03.287-04:002018-09-24T15:11:03.287-04:00Celia, things definitely seemed more dramatic in o...Celia, things definitely seemed more dramatic in our ancestors' days. I bet your grandmother was a strong woman...Lucy Burdette aka Roberta Isleibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04660402177299546055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-43089543094650668322018-09-24T15:10:06.728-04:002018-09-24T15:10:06.728-04:00My great uncle was shot when he and his best frien...My great uncle was shot when he and his best friend were cleaning their guns. Apparently, his friend's gun wasn't unloaded, and my uncle bled to death. He was 21-years-old. Amazing to think about the misery endured by our ancestors.Ingrid Thofthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04063912686011336076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-81345264963459737392018-09-24T15:09:47.713-04:002018-09-24T15:09:47.713-04:00Oh Debs, I thought you must have some secrets buri...Oh Debs, I thought you must have some secrets buried by your quiet family!Lucy Burdette aka Roberta Isleibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04660402177299546055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-22986849553737076222018-09-24T15:09:00.587-04:002018-09-24T15:09:00.587-04:00happy happy birthday Rhys! what kind of cake are w...happy happy birthday Rhys! what kind of cake are we having??Lucy Burdette aka Roberta Isleibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04660402177299546055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-86381043593015484082018-09-24T15:05:48.936-04:002018-09-24T15:05:48.936-04:00oh my goodness, that's priceless lisa!oh my goodness, that's priceless lisa!Lucy Burdette aka Roberta Isleibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04660402177299546055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-15108307879655221382018-09-24T14:46:36.416-04:002018-09-24T14:46:36.416-04:00Lucy, I think it is a bit late to find out if that...Lucy, I think it is a bit late to find out if that was a possibility.<br /><br />Hallie, it is the only interesting thing, to me at least, that my mother ever came across in all her research.Jay Robertshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11409350742317719903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-80010655154462142632018-09-24T14:37:12.533-04:002018-09-24T14:37:12.533-04:00My dad never found out exactly how his grandmother...My dad never found out exactly how his grandmother died. He did say that whenever his grandfather stopped over for a visit, my grandfather left the house and wouldn’t return until he was sure his father was gone. My dad used to ask my grandmother why his father left the house when the grandfather showed up, and she answered that “your grandfather killed your grandmother, and your father has never gotten over it.” My dad never thought that she meant it literally. Apparently my great-grandfather was an alcoholic, and my father thought my grandmother meant that the stress of living with an alcoholic shortened her life. <br /><br />DebRo Deb Romanohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01650858888197217258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-28085416288424669352018-09-24T13:48:10.223-04:002018-09-24T13:48:10.223-04:00Thank you! I'll definitely check them out!Thank you! I'll definitely check them out!Jenn McKinlayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13589365995413467367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-41388947820215880442018-09-24T13:47:28.380-04:002018-09-24T13:47:28.380-04:00OMG!OMG!Jenn McKinlayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13589365995413467367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-49719290171127124762018-09-24T13:46:36.076-04:002018-09-24T13:46:36.076-04:00Happy Birthday, Rhys! Are the grandkids baking a ...Happy Birthday, Rhys! Are the grandkids baking a birthday cake for you?<br /><br />DianaBibliophilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07764234701385787238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-53353431675401251242018-09-24T13:24:39.912-04:002018-09-24T13:24:39.912-04:00Perfect name! Perfect name! Karen in Ohiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13846039203123720312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-19798337187909028252018-09-24T13:22:21.323-04:002018-09-24T13:22:21.323-04:00Hallie, Shaftos Corner was, as near as I can tell ...Hallie, Shaftos Corner was, as near as I can tell from what my grandmother said, was an unincorporated area in what eventually became New Shrewsbury [and is now Tinton Falls] in Monmouth County, New Jersey. Apparently, the name referred to the Shafto family farm located in that area. <br />And, yes, the Shafto family [my grandmother was a Shafto] traces its roots all the way back to England and that “Bobby Shafto’s gone to sea” ditty . . . . Joan Emersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06810313925049108163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-76252678519154193342018-09-24T13:16:03.057-04:002018-09-24T13:16:03.057-04:00Mom's dad and his family were rolling stones b...Mom's dad and his family were rolling stones because of the Depression. They moved around Texas and New Mexico looking for work. Mom had very fond memories of them all but would drop a bomb from time to time. One of her aunts was married to a man who turned out to be a pedophile. When her brothers and brothers-in-law found out they had a come to Jesus meeting with the culprit. Fists were involved. The aunt was so angry and humiliated she would have nothing to do with her family for years. <br />I have some homemade family histories from Grandpa's family: typewritten sheets bound together with all kinds of history and stories. Unfortunately they left out all the good stuff. Like my greataunt Ruth. She started life "spoiled" according to Grandma and wound up pure as the driven snow. She married at 18 and had 3 daughters. She wrote that this marriage ended in divorce and she joined the WACs in 1944. However she left out that she abandoned her family and ran off with a gypsy snake oil salesman. She went all over the country with him, at some point married and later divorced him. She was estranged from her girls for years; their father raised them. After the WACs she met her third and final husband and he was a genuinely nice guy. She joined some holy rollers church and became the arbiter of proper behavior. Ha.<br />Now Dad's family was interesting. Again, we knew no interesting details until well after we were adults. His dad emigrated from Sweden in his teens. His first marriage was to a fellow Swede and they had one daughter. He came home from work one day to find his wife playing pattycake with his best friend. (My dad's description.) He divorced her. He moved to Kansas City, MO which was a wild violent town back then. He met my grandmother who was a strict Scotch Presbyterian. She disapproved of drinking, smoking, and dancing so she married a Swede who did all three. They had 4 boys, my dad the youngest. It turns out one of my uncles was a real jerk. How that was hidden from us all those years I don't know. He was so controlling he drove his only son. Dad said he never liked the son; took after his father I guess. Anyway, this cousin who was closer to Dad's age than to mine, abandoned his wife and kids and just disappeared. No one heard from him again. His wife filed for social security when she reached her retirement years and it turned out he was living in California, had remarried, and had a new family. He killed himself when he was found out. So, there are some of my family's scandals. There are hundreds of good and funny stories about others to counteract these. As to my husband's family, I have no doubt there are some doozies out there.Pat Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12732230586783432052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-41640664334124770592018-09-24T12:56:11.884-04:002018-09-24T12:56:11.884-04:00I love the stories. As an immigrant myself, I do I...I love the stories. As an immigrant myself, I do I feel my life doesn’t have the awe of a tale involving an arrival at Ellis Islans or working in a speakeasy. Then let’s look back to the fragments in my grandparents past. My maternal grandfather spoke of sailing ‘before the mast, as a boy. I wish I had heard more. My paternal grandfather was born in South Africa as I learned from a geneological search, served in the First World War, worked as an artist (did I mention my maiden name is Constable) and died in 1929, with £10 to his name. My poor grandmother was left penniless with my father to raise. Celia Wakefieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14880208621796600180noreply@blogger.com