tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205499917635332692.post297575014616833792..comments2023-09-29T07:40:46.298-06:00Comments on The Chart Chick: How About A Free Lunch?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205499917635332692.post-46451090364687165002015-01-22T21:51:05.374-07:002015-01-22T21:51:05.374-07:00I once discovered an amazing story about my grandf...I once discovered an amazing story about my grandfather, and his step-grandfather. Growing up, my grandfather was raised by his grandfather/adoptive father. My grandpa had a tough background behind him, and so his grandparents took it upon themselves to step in and raise him. Grandpa spent his childhood with his step-grandfather, hunting and adventuring in the woods. My grandpa is an incredible man, and one of my biggest heroes. I imagine he owes a lot of that to how he was raised, and I'm grateful that his grandfather was willing and charitable enough to raise my grandpa in a way that was instructive and informative, but still in a nurturing and uplifting way. We owe a lot to the people who raise us, and when we take the time to realize how much they do for us, we really begin to appreciate what remarkable people they are.Briannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205499917635332692.post-21518191078573562872015-01-22T20:59:53.146-07:002015-01-22T20:59:53.146-07:00My grandfather, David Owen Jackson, was born in In...My grandfather, David Owen Jackson, was born in Indiana. He was orphaned by age 16. In the 1900 census, he is a laborer living near San Francisco. By A priority 1906, he has become a motor man on the Castro Street Line of the trolley. He was on duty the morning of the great quake, and had the presence of mind to date & time punch a transfer, which I have.<br />He helped with cleaning up after the quake, then decided he was tired of being shook up and moved to Honolulu, where he found he was too close to volcanic activity. Because both shaking and baking were natural features he wished to avoid, he moved to Salt Lake where he is found in the 1910 Census. He retired from Salt Lake City Lines shortly after the end of WWII, when the last electric bus was retired. I have seen his photo in "Salt Lake City Once Upon A Time" (KUED produced) when the show focuses on transportation in the 40's.Marie Andersenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15298973970284654937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205499917635332692.post-68739801027409980792015-01-22T18:55:52.619-07:002015-01-22T18:55:52.619-07:00I created a family organization for the descendant...I created a family organization for the descendants of my 3rd great grandfather, Llewellyn Harris. Right before we held the first reunion in 2003 I found this letter that he had written 100 years before. I believe he wrote it to us gathered there that day and all his descendants. It has had a profound influence on my life.<br /><br />***<br />August 15, 1903<br /><br />Dear Children and grandchildren, see to the work for your dead. Many of our ancestors fought for the freedom which we now enjoy in this great republic. They have also been in the forefront colonizing this country. It is certain that members of our family were with William Penn in Pennsylvania and with Roger Williams in Rhode Island. Then who of ours is there that cannot be moved by the pride for our ancestors and of country and pride of race are inaccessible to those great sentiments which stir men to great deeds. Men may acquire gold, but they cannot take it to the grave. It may be squandered by descendants, it may do harm. But personal service to church and state as pathfinders missionaries has a firmer foundation. For the glorious traditions of our ancestors who have fought and many of them have died for the freedom that we now enjoy. The glorious traditions of your ancestors have survived the grave and can neither be squandered nor lost. Yes and if I read history aright our glorious traditions will never be allowed to fade. But will be perpetuated through all coming ages, and our ancestors who fought and died for Civil and Religious freedom will live in history. -- Llewellyn Harris<br />Amy Archibaldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15068623403901287165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205499917635332692.post-48959363137416654192015-01-22T17:02:51.765-07:002015-01-22T17:02:51.765-07:00For a high school research project, I had to descr...For a high school research project, I had to describe the life of one of my ancestors who lived during the great depression. I chose my great grandfather because of the few inspiring stories my mom had told me about him. I thought he was a wonderful person, but I didn't realize how remarkable his life was. He was kicked out of his house when he was thirteen and his brother stole his only pair of shoes. But he never turned away family when the came for help. His story has inspired me tremendously. Allison P.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205499917635332692.post-8824238185029235092015-01-21T18:46:19.270-07:002015-01-21T18:46:19.270-07:00Fran, Susan, I love these. What inspiring storie...Fran, Susan, I love these. What inspiring stories you have to share with your families. Awesome.Janet Hovorkahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08570652768565434524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205499917635332692.post-6398318453357797542015-01-21T15:13:14.321-07:002015-01-21T15:13:14.321-07:00My grandmother came to visit us from Burbank, Cali...My grandmother came to visit us from Burbank, California in the summer of 1975. My family, including my three little girls, enjoyed our time with Grandma Erskine. She also visited her brothers and sister while she was on her vacation. After she went home she wrote a little thank you note to me, ending with these words, “Don’t let the kids forget me - Show them my picture and tell them its me. My Love, Gr. E."<br /><br />The following summer in July 1976 she passed away. I still have grandma's note. It reminds me how much my grandmother wanted to be remembered by her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Today, Grandma E. has great-great-grandchildren. Her picture hangs in our living room for all to be reminded that Grandma E. loves us and she doesn't want us to forget about her. We will never forget her!Fran Jensenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06890524047344990593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2205499917635332692.post-46328095578450133872015-01-20T21:28:16.777-07:002015-01-20T21:28:16.777-07:00My second great grandfather, Tilton Eastman Smith,...My second great grandfather, Tilton Eastman Smith, served in the NY 33rd Regiment in the Civil War. He recorded his experiences in pencil in a tiny pocket diary. On one Sunday he wrote, "Five of us met in the mud to worship our God. How thankful we are for the opportunity."<br />Susan BankheadSusan Bankheadnoreply@blogger.com