Tell Something Interesting About One (Or More) of Your Ancestors
#371
Junior Member
Join Date: Mar 2011
Location: Osoyoos, BC
Posts: 263
This is so interesting. I remember a story my grandmother told me. She said Thomas Edison was her neighbor when they were children. She remembers he wondered if he sat on a chicken egg, if it would hatch! Funny story. No personal claim to fame. Oh yeah, one more thing. My gr-grandparents huge ranch in Montana was/is on the site of Custer's last stand. The grounds (as I remember it) were left as a cemetery. Where the soldiers died is right where each was buried.
#372
Banned
Join Date: Mar 2011
Location: Colorado
Posts: 3,536
Well lets see, not much is known about my family especially
on my mothers side.
My great grandfather came to the United States from Frnace
via through Canada (Quebec?) not sure all I know is I have
distant family who are French Canadians.
My grandfather was born in Winterset, Iowa, he was a WWI
War Veteran and died at the age of 80 in 1973. I was only
8 yrs old when he died. Don't know much else (yet).
Do not know dates about anything on my mom side of the family,
other than she was the 3rd oldest of six kids. Her mother died
when she was fairly young and her grandfather married a MEAN
Indian woman (so the rumors went).
My mother was a "blue baby" when she was born, her parents
was told she would not live long enough to become a teenager.
At the age of 8 (maybe a year younger or older not sure) mom
came home one day from school and was getting ready to start
her "chores", but prior to doing them everyday she would go see
the bull in the pin (named "blue boy). Bull saw a snake and started
to charge towards mom, she took off running, but the bull got her.
His horn went in at her temple and out of her forehead at the hair
line.
Because of this my mother has a mental handicap, but a heart of
gold.
My mother is the strongest, most determined woman I have ever
known to live. She is 83 years old now and had a slight stroke last
June and still going strong even through all her trials of life.
on my mothers side.
My great grandfather came to the United States from Frnace
via through Canada (Quebec?) not sure all I know is I have
distant family who are French Canadians.
My grandfather was born in Winterset, Iowa, he was a WWI
War Veteran and died at the age of 80 in 1973. I was only
8 yrs old when he died. Don't know much else (yet).
Do not know dates about anything on my mom side of the family,
other than she was the 3rd oldest of six kids. Her mother died
when she was fairly young and her grandfather married a MEAN
Indian woman (so the rumors went).
My mother was a "blue baby" when she was born, her parents
was told she would not live long enough to become a teenager.
At the age of 8 (maybe a year younger or older not sure) mom
came home one day from school and was getting ready to start
her "chores", but prior to doing them everyday she would go see
the bull in the pin (named "blue boy). Bull saw a snake and started
to charge towards mom, she took off running, but the bull got her.
His horn went in at her temple and out of her forehead at the hair
line.
Because of this my mother has a mental handicap, but a heart of
gold.
My mother is the strongest, most determined woman I have ever
known to live. She is 83 years old now and had a slight stroke last
June and still going strong even through all her trials of life.
#373
Super Member
Join Date: Jul 2010
Location: western australia
Posts: 1,793
my Grandfather invented ply wood, he invented the machines to strip the wood of the tree's and the glue as the glue of that era was made from calfs hoofs and stained the wood so he had to invent a glue that wouldn't stain the wood, them he invented the way of gluing the sheets together in opporesite ways for strenght. them my uncle invented plastic while working for dunlop during the war as they couldn't get rubber and needed a substitute
#374
[QUOTE=RkayD;4667918]I have had a great time reading all the family history. Thank you for starting it! family history has always been so fascinating to me. The one thing I've wanted in my life is deep roots and its the one thing I can't really have. I don't know my biological father..all I have is a name of my birth certificate. Ronald Eugene Douglas born in 1942 in KS and he was a welder. I was born 2 mths premature and when she called to tell him..His mom told her they didn't want to know and not to bother them again. Talk about heartbreak. It took her along time to finally tell me that..she had told me that they were married and he just didn't want kids. On my mom's side I have traced the family back to Virginia and Alabama & Arkansas. They were farmers and cotton pickers...went to California during the depression. True Okie's =) There is also rumored to be a Cherokee Princess in the line but no one knows anything. I definitely have Indian somewhere. My great grandma was a quilter and my grandma was a quilter..it was something we shared although I didn't "understand" until it was too late. I have my grandma's quilt tops and some of her last sand paper templates and the book she was working on when the dementia took over. Among her quilting stuff I got when she passed last February is a bow tie quilt block in yellow & brown with her name embroidered on it. I will forever treasure it. This picture is my grandparents...Gertrude & Bill..aren't they fabulous?? I had never seen this picture until my Gram's memorial...I just LOVE it

