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Just A Moment – 8

Friday ritual inspired by other blogs. A single photo from this past week…. few no words…. just a moment captured in time. If you feel inspired to share…. leave a link in the comments with your moment.} My thanks to Life with Nin for inspiring {just a moment}.

This picture is normally in a massively ornate gold-leaf frame, but I removed it earlier this week to scan the picture. I discovered this picture in Bill’s parent’s farm house when we were cleaning it out in 2001. Unfortunately, there is no writing on the back – no names, no dates. The figure standing on the right standing with the horses looks very much like Bill’s father, so I suspect it might be his dad’s grandfather, or maybe great-grandfather. From the looks of the clothing, I’d say the picture was taken around the 1880s, maybe 1890s.

More Family Pictures

I made it through the last of my boxes to sort yesterday, condensing three boxes into two boxes. Most of the contents of these turned out to be pictures and correspondence and kid’s childhood mementoes, like karate certificates and such. I didn’t throw out anything, just repacked, reminisced, and saved out a few special pictures to scan immediately.

So, it appears like I have two boxes family history information from both my side and Bill’s side of this Gibson family to be scanned and used for genealogical purposes. Then I have two boxes and one huge plastic tote full of loose pictures, mostly pictures that I have taken or that have been sent to me during our marriage, but also some older pictures. And one large box of our personal family “stuff” – cards, letters, and childhood papers from the kids. This doesn’t count any legal type stuff, as I have all that in file totes. And it doesn’t include any childhood stuff from Bill and I, as those are still in storage in Alabama and will probably be what I decide to ship to myself the next time I visit the storage unit.

    Here are some of the pictures that I came across yesterday. This first is my Grammy, who painted the duck in oils that I posted earlier this week. Mabel Esther Austin Gibson was my dad’s mother and this is her Cornell University graduation picture taken in 1929.

    And this is a picture of Mabel’s grandparents, Mary Johnson Austin and Charles Augustus Austin. There is no date on the picture and I don’t know much about them, but I suspect, given their approximate ages in the picture, that it was taken around the turn of the 1900s, but that is only a guess.

    These next pictures are from my dad’s father’s side of the family. This is Harriet Darrow Gibson, circa 1870 – 1880 (b.1839, d.1913).

    And this is on the back of the picture, except I did some figuring and it is missing one “great”. So this would be Munchkin’s Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandmother.

    And her Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandfather was James Gibson, again Circa 1870-1880 (b.1833, d. 1902).

    And for something slightly more current, although still old enough that it gave me some lovely warm and fuzzy feelings of “the good old days,” here’s a picture of David and Charles at our square dance club’s annual Hobo Dance, probably our first one there, in May 1996.

    The two girls were twin granddaughters of one of the club members.

    They were all excited because the club had given them “prizes” for dressing up as hobos, although Charles was the only one that participated in the Hobo’s March!

    Good memories!

More Empty Boxes and Family History

In the continuing effort to declutter and organize, I emptied two boxes yesterday, throwing away some things, settings aside others to donate to the thrift store, and saving a few things to give to David. Today I reboxed four boxes today, condensing them down into three boxes that are labeled and organized and now they are stored in the closet.

These last boxes today were family records, wedding albums, genealogy items that need to be saved to future generations. Amongst them were the Gibson-Darrow genealogy books that my Great-Aunt Irene (Irene M. Gibson) researched and wrote. She had five installments and gave copies to any family member that requested them (and probably some that didn’t request them!). When she died, I inherited all the remaining copies. Today I went through them, trying to collate all the installments into actual sets and discovered that, while there are approximately 15 copies of most of the installment, there is only ONE copy of the second installment.

I am glad I took the time to try to collate them, as I could have very easily given away the last remaining copy of #2 and not realized it. I think I will scan all the pages of all five installments so that I have backup copies, just in case. And then I think it is time to begin typing up the copies and uploading them into a site like Lulu.com to create a permanent book, and so extended family members can get their own copy.

Of course, ideally I should pick up recording the family history where Great-Aunt Irene left off, which is why she gave the copies to me in the first place. I believe she thought I was THE person in my generation to pick up the genealogy torch, so to speak. It would be quite a massive undertaking, as she followed so many extended branches of the family and it has been close to three decades since she wrote the last installment. That would be a lot of catching up! And I do not have the correspondence and records that she had; she was a prolific letter writer and lived to be 96 years old! But, with the Internet and sites like Ancestry.com, I should be able to find enough information to at least make a bare bones record, if not in all the detail that she provided. Just what I need, another project!

Speaking of projects, going through these boxes also reminded me that I had intended to scan ALL of my Grammy’s (Mabel Gibson, my dad’s mother) art work and sketches and oil that I have stashed away. I did some of that a couple of years ago, but when I went to Alabama last May, I shipped to myself more boxes that were in storage and in some of those were more of her art work, including this:

This was obviously just a rough draft, as on the back of this canvas there is an oil painting of a large bottle and many written notes about the picture. Birds were her specialty, though, and even if it was a rough draft, I think it is pretty lovely and plan to get it framed.

And since I am on the topic of family, I thought I’d share this picture of my Aunt Violet (my Mom’s oldest sister), whom I visited last week.

She is looking pretty good for seventy-eight, don’t you think?