In order to prepare for a most likely lean Christmas season, I am making most of our gifts. One project I'm doing involves needlepoint. I am not a crafty person. It is good for me that God blessed me with a daughter who LOVES all things crafty because it forces me to cultivate that part of me.
When I was about Mookie's age (9), my Grandma Murray tried so hard to get me interested in embroidering a dish towel. That side of my family is into any kind of sewing arts big time. There was hardly a time we would get together for a family gathering that someone wouldn't have some kind of project in hand. The walls at my Grandparents' house displayed wonderful pieces that were done by my grandmothers, aunts, mom and cousins. They were lovely!
I remember Grandma letting me pick out my pattern, showing me how to do the stitches like it was yesterday (this is one of my most vibrant childhood memories). She tried so hard to get me going on it. She'd keep it at her house and mention getting it out each time I'd visit (to which most of the time I'd decline). She'd brag to her friends about how small and even my stitches were, how similar they were to her mother's. And what happened to my first dishtowel? It is still unfinished in a box in the attic. My poor grandma! It pains me that I didn't take a greater interest then.
Yesterday when I picked out my pattern, it all came rushing back. It was like I could hear my grandma re-telling all the instructions she laid out for me more than 25 years ago. Each poke of the needle & drag of the floss brings back sweet memories of a grandma I miss so dearly even though she's been gone 17 years. It also makes it very, very obvious to me too that no matter if your child is interested in what you are doing together it's the time taken and encouragement and trying to impart something that you enjoy in a non-pushy manner that matters. It sticks.
Showing posts with label Murray. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Murray. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Monday, August 12, 2013
Guess Who?
Everyone has those pictures, those unmarked ones that taunt you with their hidden identities. Don't give up hope on them, at every chance you get, send them out to new cousins you find and see if they find a familiar face. That worked for me once, I sent xerox copies of my unknowns to a cousin and she found one that was an exact match to one in her collection - he was unmarked there too, but we narrowed down the family he belonged to. So, to whomever may read this blog, I'm going to put my unknowns into cyberspace in hopes of finding out who they are:) These are from my Dad's side of the family (Murray, Schaede, Krien lines).
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| Westphalia, KS |
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| Neosho Falls, KS |
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| Neosho Falls, KS |
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| Neosho Falls, KS |
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| Yates Center, KS |
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| Yates Center, KS |
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| Yates Center, KS |
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| Yates Center, KS |
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| Yates Center, KS |
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| Yates Center, KS |
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| Yates Center, KS |
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Friday, August 2, 2013
Double the Blessing
When I was a child I was able to say I had 6 grandparents. Not because of divorce, but because of some unique circumstances. My mom had 2 parents, but my dad had 2 dads & 2 moms:)
My granddad Al and his twin brother Bob Murray grew up on a farm near a small town in Coffey County, Kansas. When they reached high school they became enamored
with Verna and Vera Gentry, who were also twins. Well, how to know who would ask who out on that date? So, they flipped a coin and my granddad won the toss and when my grandma Verna answered the phone, the rest, shall we say, is history. Of course, as you may guess, this is no ordinary love story because four years later they were all married in a double ceremony in 1937 and then took up residence together.
They started out in Topeka where the boys worked in a grocery store along side of their uncle Fred Tichenor. They eventually branched out to owning their own store at 17th and Clay (which was the first grocery store built west of the Mississippi after World War II). My Granddad ran the meat department. I can still remember the smell of the meat refrigerator and the American cheese he used to give me pieces of when I'd come to visit him. They all retired in the late 1980s and the building is still there, but hasn't been a grocery store since.
My grandparents house was a magical place in my memory. It was a Mid-Century Modern style home built on a hill overlooking the Wanamaker corridor in Topeka (for those of you that know the area, it was above the Historical Society west of the movie theater). It had 15 acres and bordered on a creek that kids & grandkids alike took full advantage of. It was built in the 1950s large enough for the joined families of what would be 4 adults and 5 kids. At the time they built it, people said they were crazy for building so far out of town (it is only about 15 minutes from where there store is). The house had huge living areas, and the lower level was at one end my Grandparents' bathroom & bedroom, and the other end their siblings' with the kids' rooms in between. Their house was in my memory always filled with love and laughter.
My Grandmas dressed alike every single day of their life, down to the earrings and shoes. They would alternate days on who would pick out the outfit. My Granddads were a little more loose with it, and you could catch them around the house with differing outfits, but even at that the majority of the time they were dressed the same.
My cousins and I could tell which was our Grandparent at a glance, but if there backs were turned to us, we'd just have to say "Grandma" and then we'd figure out which was ours:) It's funny each set of twins had a more sociable one and a quiet one. My Granddad was the more talkative of the two boys - I could probably easily count the number of times Granddad Bob and I had a conversation of more than a sentence or so. Grandma Ber was the more social of the girls, although they both enjoyed going out and about.
Each Grandma had a specific part of the meal that she was primarily responsible for, and they were outstanding cooks! My Grandma Ber (Vera) did the main course, and Grandma was in charge of the dessert. My Grandma made a cherry pie that was to die for! My cousins & I often fought over who could have the last piece, and if we shared, who go the bigger piece of that:)
My Grandma was the first to pass away in 1996, oh how I miss her. I wish I could say that I had all her social graces and sweetness, but she did teach me so much and I try to be like her:) Even though it pained the rest of the twins to leave their beloved "Redbud Hill" as they called it, within a couple of years my Grandma Ber and Granddads moved to a retirement community where they didn't have to worry about such a big house and land. Of course, the proper arrangements had to be made and they had to find 2 apartments side by side where they could break down the wall and continue to be a connected household - why change it after 50+ years?
My Granddad Bob passed away in June of 2000 and my Granddad in December of that year. Granddad couldn't live with out his lifelong buddy around. I sure miss my Granddad, there wasn't a time that I didn't leave their house where he didn't tell me how much he loved me or ask me if I knew how special I was to him. Of course, I would shoot back with did he know how special he was to me?
We were blessed to have my Grandma Ber around for 6 more years. She was a spunky woman and it wasn't surprising she outlived them all. She was very much like her other sisters, one of which (Elma) would not hesitate to speak her mind and in later years would drag her cane around behind her - because she had to have it, but didn't really want to be bothered by it:)
I apologize for the choppy nature of this blog. It was a hard one to write, because I wanted to include so much, but I was afraid if it waited until it was thought out enough to write, it would never get done.
My granddad Al and his twin brother Bob Murray grew up on a farm near a small town in Coffey County, Kansas. When they reached high school they became enamored
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| The Murray boys 1940s |
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| Wedding Picture |
They started out in Topeka where the boys worked in a grocery store along side of their uncle Fred Tichenor. They eventually branched out to owning their own store at 17th and Clay (which was the first grocery store built west of the Mississippi after World War II). My Granddad ran the meat department. I can still remember the smell of the meat refrigerator and the American cheese he used to give me pieces of when I'd come to visit him. They all retired in the late 1980s and the building is still there, but hasn't been a grocery store since.
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| Murrays Market |
| the front of the house |
| Oh how I miss the back porch |
My Grandmas dressed alike every single day of their life, down to the earrings and shoes. They would alternate days on who would pick out the outfit. My Granddads were a little more loose with it, and you could catch them around the house with differing outfits, but even at that the majority of the time they were dressed the same.
| Al, Verna, Bob & Vera |
My cousins and I could tell which was our Grandparent at a glance, but if there backs were turned to us, we'd just have to say "Grandma" and then we'd figure out which was ours:) It's funny each set of twins had a more sociable one and a quiet one. My Granddad was the more talkative of the two boys - I could probably easily count the number of times Granddad Bob and I had a conversation of more than a sentence or so. Grandma Ber was the more social of the girls, although they both enjoyed going out and about.
Each Grandma had a specific part of the meal that she was primarily responsible for, and they were outstanding cooks! My Grandma Ber (Vera) did the main course, and Grandma was in charge of the dessert. My Grandma made a cherry pie that was to die for! My cousins & I often fought over who could have the last piece, and if we shared, who go the bigger piece of that:)
My Grandma was the first to pass away in 1996, oh how I miss her. I wish I could say that I had all her social graces and sweetness, but she did teach me so much and I try to be like her:) Even though it pained the rest of the twins to leave their beloved "Redbud Hill" as they called it, within a couple of years my Grandma Ber and Granddads moved to a retirement community where they didn't have to worry about such a big house and land. Of course, the proper arrangements had to be made and they had to find 2 apartments side by side where they could break down the wall and continue to be a connected household - why change it after 50+ years?
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| One of my favorite pics of them - appeared in the book Happily Ever After by Laurie Wagner |
My Granddad Bob passed away in June of 2000 and my Granddad in December of that year. Granddad couldn't live with out his lifelong buddy around. I sure miss my Granddad, there wasn't a time that I didn't leave their house where he didn't tell me how much he loved me or ask me if I knew how special I was to him. Of course, I would shoot back with did he know how special he was to me?
We were blessed to have my Grandma Ber around for 6 more years. She was a spunky woman and it wasn't surprising she outlived them all. She was very much like her other sisters, one of which (Elma) would not hesitate to speak her mind and in later years would drag her cane around behind her - because she had to have it, but didn't really want to be bothered by it:)
I apologize for the choppy nature of this blog. It was a hard one to write, because I wanted to include so much, but I was afraid if it waited until it was thought out enough to write, it would never get done.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Lefty
Last year, my little girl announced, "Mom, Daddy and I are twins". Of course my reply was "Why is that?". She very matter-of-factly answered "We both use our left hands". She is constantly looking for a connection for her left-handedness. Late last year after finding out her great-grandma was left-handed, she asked "Mom, did she like vanilla ice cream?". Not knowing exactly where she was going with that I answered "No, but your Great-Granddad Murray did", which was followed by her response of "what kind of ice cream did Grandma Doris like?" and Mommy's lightbulb went on in her head. So we called up Aunt Karen and found out it was Butter Brickle, which didn't solve her ice cream problem, but satisfied it for the short term. Every once in a while it will crop up and I'll explain to her how special she is because of it and who she shares that trait with and she'll smile that sweet smile and look at me with those big eyes and absolutely melt my heart:)
Sunday, January 29, 2012
A Tale of Two Ladies
Every child has a family member or hero they strive to emulate when they're growing up. Mine was always two of my great-grandmothers.
Both were, to me, very beautiful. Not that appearance has ever been very important to me, but it would thrill me when my Mom would say "your Grandma June would have loved your long brown hair", or someone would tell me that I had nice blue eyes like my Dad (who got his eyes in part from Grandma Mary, because both his parents had brown).
Both were exceptional at handiwork and creating beautiful things. Grandma Mary quilted, embroidered and created cutwork as well as being a great baker. She even baked cakes for a living after my great-grandpa died. Grandma June excelled in those areas too and entered her creations constantly in county fairs.
Some of my family produces beautiful embroidery, cross-stitch and quilting too. While I would love to be able to do that, I have neither the patience or desire to except to try my hand at it occasionally. I do think back on the time my Grandma Murray taught me how to embroider my first tea towel and said that my stitches were small and even like her mom's, and that was good enough for me:)
Neither of them was just a girly girl either. Grandma June enjoyed fishing with her father and brothers, something I'm sure she picked up as a result of losing her mother at a young age. Grandma Mary was a great shot with a gun. My dad said that she could pick a snake out of a tree with just one shot!
Both were also kind, gentle, and proper Christian women. All attributes to strive for.
Now Grandma Mary died long before I was even thought of and Grandma June died when I was just two years old, but they have both had profound influences on my life just by the tales I was told about them. I am so thankful for their examples and hope to pass on their good influences to my own children. So whenever we drive through LeRoy, KS I point out the house where Grandma Mary lived to the kids, or when they ask me where I got my wedding ring, I proudly tell them, "that belonged to your Great-Great-Grandma June, and she would have loved you very much" :).
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| Mary Elizabeth Clem Gentry |
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| Mabel "June" Tanner Mauzey |
Both were, to me, very beautiful. Not that appearance has ever been very important to me, but it would thrill me when my Mom would say "your Grandma June would have loved your long brown hair", or someone would tell me that I had nice blue eyes like my Dad (who got his eyes in part from Grandma Mary, because both his parents had brown).
Both were exceptional at handiwork and creating beautiful things. Grandma Mary quilted, embroidered and created cutwork as well as being a great baker. She even baked cakes for a living after my great-grandpa died. Grandma June excelled in those areas too and entered her creations constantly in county fairs.
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| Grandma June and pictures she made out of postage stamps |
Some of my family produces beautiful embroidery, cross-stitch and quilting too. While I would love to be able to do that, I have neither the patience or desire to except to try my hand at it occasionally. I do think back on the time my Grandma Murray taught me how to embroider my first tea towel and said that my stitches were small and even like her mom's, and that was good enough for me:)
Neither of them was just a girly girl either. Grandma June enjoyed fishing with her father and brothers, something I'm sure she picked up as a result of losing her mother at a young age. Grandma Mary was a great shot with a gun. My dad said that she could pick a snake out of a tree with just one shot!
Both were also kind, gentle, and proper Christian women. All attributes to strive for.
Now Grandma Mary died long before I was even thought of and Grandma June died when I was just two years old, but they have both had profound influences on my life just by the tales I was told about them. I am so thankful for their examples and hope to pass on their good influences to my own children. So whenever we drive through LeRoy, KS I point out the house where Grandma Mary lived to the kids, or when they ask me where I got my wedding ring, I proudly tell them, "that belonged to your Great-Great-Grandma June, and she would have loved you very much" :).
Saturday, January 28, 2012
In Pursuit of History
Today our family celebrated the life and passing of one of our own. My great-aunt Elsie, almost 102, passed away this week. She was a wonderful and kind woman. I didn't really truly get to know her though until I started doing genealogy (which I think if you are doing true family history research, you should not only be finding out about your deceased ancestors you know nothing about, but also drawing close to those that are still alive). Aunt Elsie and I would sit and talk at length about family both past and present. She took my mom & I out to see cemeteries with long forgotten relatives. She invited distant cousins over so we could chat about those same relatives and pour over pictures of the same. She would also chat about her daughter and her family whom she loved dearly. It was always a blessing to go and visit, or to receive a letter from her which she would send regularly and I would try so hard to answer even though I was (& still am awful at it). Even though I hadn't seen her recently, I still missed her and loved her dearly.
After the graveside services, I had to look up some relatives...
My gr-gr grandparents Schaede are buried just in the next row. Aunt Elsie told me that when she was little she used to pretend that she had an earache just so Grandpa J.G. would blow pipe smoke in her ear to cure it:)
After eating lunch with my folks, we headed out for one more adventure. My hubby likes to research the Civilian Conservation Corps in Kansas so we headed south to just outside of Yates Center to the Woodson Fishing Lake where Camp Fegan was around 1934-5. It was a family adventure. While my husband took pictures of the dam, the kids found shells on the shore...
and then helped Daddy try to find building foundations from the camp. Bubby was totally excited to find, by himself, the CCC flagpole.
What a glorious day of good weather, reconnecting with family, and exploring:)
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