On 1 January 1976, the Copyright Revision Law was signed so I thought the anniversary of that signing would be an appropriate day to cover my requests for my blog posts and pictures. I’m pretty lax about copyright. I don’t mind if people repost my materials. I only ask that you do the right thing by giving credit to me/my blog and linking back to my blog so other readers can find me. Thank you for using information respectfully.
On this date in 1783, Washington IRVING was born. He wrote The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. I love that Bart’s family has a connection to Sleepy Hollow and the VAN TASSEL family. Here’s the post I wrote about it. I’d love for you to read it (or re-read it, whichever).
Since 1989, I have suggested that April 2 be set aside to write that letter or make that phone call and mend a broken relationship. Life is too short to hold grudges. To forgive can be enormously life-enhancing.
Ann Landers, Columnist
That’s the post. God says forgive so you can be forgiven. Use the time you have wisely.
This past weekend was the official anniversary of the start of the Salem Witch Trials. In honor of my family who were tried (and some executed) during the witch trials, I’m reposting links to my Salem blog posts. The first two links are my family and the third is Bart’s family.
I’m researching my maternal 3rd great grandfather, Jefferson LATTY. I’m trying to make a timeline for his life so I can figure out what happened to him during large chunks of his life where I can’t locate him. There are a number of reasons why someone might disappear for long periods of time. One of them might be a prison stint.
One of the missing periods of Jefferson LATTY’s life is 1870-1892. He supposedly died in 1892, although I’ve found no proof of this. In re-creating a timeline, I noticed that his wife and two of their daughters were living with another family in 1870. By 1880, his wife was living with an adult daughter and her family and she listed herself as a widow which contradicts his alleged 1892 death date. I did another search for him during that time period (as I’ve done many times before) and all I came up with was a Larceny indictment for a Jeff LATTIA in Fort Smith during Judge Isaac C. PARKER’s term. I decided to check those files again and do a deeper dive.
Sam Sixkiller, Policeman for Missouri & Pacific Railroad Company
On 5 March 1883 Sam SIXKILLER learned one of his trains had been robbed. What unfolded during his investigation exposed a long string of thefts from Missouri & Pacific Railroad Company and Sam would end up testifying in court in front of the hanging judge himself, the Honorable Judge Isaac C. PARKER.
Events Unfold
Addison BECK sent a telegram to Thomas BOLES, the US Marshall in Muskogee, Indian Territory (now Oklahoma). He requested writs for, among others, Jeff LATTA for the reason of “breaking open cars & crating thirty five sacks flour hundred pounds lard with other goods”. We learn in the indictment that “other goods” included “two gallons of either…and one box of tobacco”. I thought perhaps the statement was trying to say that Jeff had stolen liquor but I wasn’t sure. Later in the file there was a witness statement from Sam SIXKILLER. He said in his statement that Jeff stole “a demijohn of ether”. (I’m still not completely clear on what a demijohn of ether is. Feel free to enlighten me if you know.) Sam was investigating and he stopped to talk with Jeff at Jeff’s home. While there, he found the flour, the demijohn, a box of canned lard, plus some other things including a surveyor’s compass. Sam interrogated Jeff about the theft and all the items in Jeff’s home.
Jeff Latta AKA Jeff Lattia – Hungry Boy
Sounds to me like Jeff was hungry. Flour, lard…I’m thinking biscuits. The liquor and tobacco were just bonuses…maybe. In any case, I’m not sure Sam even had to “break” Jeff. The way Sam’s statement read, Jeff pretty much admitted to the robbery plus other robberies and even named names. Jeff admitted to robbing the ether from the train. He said Silas JAMES brought the surveyor’s compass to his home. He said Alex ROBINSON brought the canned lard there but the lard was taken sometime before the flour was taken. The surveyor’s compass was taken on yet a different trip. Jeff admitted they’d been on the train robbing it multiple times. Jeff said Ed BOHANNAN was with him when he took the flour. Other people were involved on other occasions. Jeff was apparently the “wheelman” in the flour theft. It was his wagon onto which the men loaded the flour and transported it home. William FIELDS testified that when the men robbed the train, the evidence showed they had thrown out the bags of flour from the train car while it was still moving. They then loaded the bags of flour onto Jeff’s wagon and took the load back to Jeff’s house. FIELDS testified they were able to follow the wagon tracks from the site of the robbery right to Jeff LATTA’s house. According to fields, they found 2 demijohns of ether rather than 1.
Honorable Judge Isaac C. Parker Hands Down the Sentence
The following men were charged with Larceny:
Jeff LATTA, aka Jeff LATTIA, aka Jeff LATTY
One HAYS
Ed BOHANNAN
John ROBINSON
Frank WALKER
Silas JAMES
Bud FULSOM
One ROBINSON
John ROBINSON was discharged. I’m not sure what happened with the other men. Judge PARKER set Jeff’s bail at $1000. Jeff couldn’t make bail. Jeff pled guilty to the Larceny charge. Judge PARKER sentenced him to one year in prison to be served in Detroit, Michigan.
Afterward
I don’t know what happened to Jeff after his indictment but the story was interesting and since it happened on March 5th of 1883, I thought it would be appropriate to do a quick retelling 141 years later. I still don’t know where my Jefferson LATTY was at during this time. I only know that other researchers have connected the criminal files to my Jefferson’s nephew and not to my Jefferson. I’ve found no other information to confirm or refute this. I’m not editing this story before it goes out so I hope it’s readable. It’s after midnight which means it’s now March 5th. I hope you have a wonderful day and enjoy this story.
This is part 2 of a set of posts. If you haven’t read Part 1, I recommend you click the link and read that post from yesterday. I wrote this set of blog posts at the end of Family History Writing Month (February). I’m in the middle of edits on a novel and I’m feeling creative. Today’s post was written because I wanted to see what this story would be like if it were in a novel. This story isn’t highly edited, in fact, it’s hardly edited at all so there will be errors. It is what it is. In regard to sources used for the story, I looked at the newspaper article from yesterday, my dad’s memory of the event, and I looked up the weather for 7 November 1960 (the date of the incident) on Extreme Weather Watch. I was limited in weather station choices for that date. I chose to use the weather for Tulsa, Oklahoma as it would have been similar enough. The weather for Tulsa on 7 November 1960 included a low of 30 and a high of 53 degrees and no precipitation.
In the event you didn’t read the post from yesterday, this is a retelling of a story about my 2nd great grandfather, Ervin “Poppy Lon” DRAKE. I’ve written about him before and those stories are linked in yesterday’s post. Since today’s post includes references to CJ DRAKE, the grandson of Poppy, I’ll include links to posts about CJ below.
Yesterday I posted a bonus picture of Poppy. Today I’m posting the record of his charter membership at Poynor Baptist Church in Delaware County, Oklahoma. Poppy loved going to Poynor Church.
Please remember the story below is BASED ON facts but I’ve filled in with pure imagination to make it more like a novel. Enjoy.
Poppy’s in Danger
It was a cold Monday morning on 7 November 1960. Poppy shivered, despite his denim coat and the layers of clothes he wore under his overalls. He grabbed 3 sticks of wood, bundled them in his arms, and headed back into the house to build up the fire that had waned overnight. His back hurt and his knees would barely lift him up the stairs this morning. Below freezing was no temperature for an old man. Poppy’s thoughts drifted to his recent birthday – number 85 for him. The family had thrown him a birthday party and he’d been happy to oblige. Some folk didn’t get to live as long as him. They’d buried his 18-year-old grandson five years prior, just before Christmas. That was a tough year. CJ was a good boy. Poppy said a prayer for CJ even though he knew prayers wouldn’t do the boy any good now he was gone and buried.
He shut the door with his foot, put the wood on the fire, and looked out the window. The weather was still good enough to be outside some days. It was on the cold side, but no snow or rain or ice yet. He poured himself a cup of coffee. As he was pouring, he sent a quick thank-you prayer for his great-grandson Roy who had hauled up fresh water from the spring just the day before. Fresh water made the best coffee and he was thankful for it! Poppy grabbed his coffee cup and went outside, despite the cold. His porch rocker was his favorite place on days with decent enough weather. His eyes were too poor to read his Bible but he could sit and converse with God while he rocked. He missed going to church at Poynor on Sundays but his health just wasn’t good enough for him to get out anymore. Poppy sipped on the coffee and it helped keep him warm while the world woke up. He loved a good morning like this. The smoke from fireplaces around the valley hung low in the trees and the smoky scent was comforting. Poppy dozed off for awhile.
When Poppy woke with a start, he wasn’t sure what had woken him. He looked around and saw nothing out of place. He tore off a piece of tobacco from the twist and put it in his mouth. When he looked up again there was a feral hog in the yard. He hollered at it. It stared back at him, unflinching. Poppy pondered what to do next. Finally he hauled his frame out of the rocker and stood. He straightened up as best he could and threw his arms out to make himself look bigger. He hollered and waved and ordered the feral boar to go away. It did not. Instead, it picked up an acorn off the ground and chewed on it slowly, pondering what he should do with Poppy. Flustered, Poppy had another go at the hog. Unflustered, the hog stared at him coolly. The boar wandered to a different spot and continued eating. “Well ain’t you a dandy,” mumbled Poppy. He stepped off the porch and got closer to the hog. He made himself big again and yelled louder. The hog was unaffected and wandered into the barnyard. “Now, you can’t go in there! You stop!” Poppy picked up the pace but couldn’t block the hog from the barnyard. The hog turned toward Poppy. Poppy made himself big and loud again. Before Poppy stopped yelling, the hog was on him. Its tusk gored Poppy’s leg and knocked him over. The hog gored him again and then bit him. Poppy’s breath was short and fast. His heart was racing, as were his thoughts. The hog stabbed him again and Poppy screamed. He felt the tusk pull out of his leg and it was followed by sharp teeth biting into his thigh. He instinctively rolled over to protect his thigh and the hog took a chunk of flesh out of Poppy’s back side. He started to grab his buttock but thought better of it, thinking it might behoove him to keep his fingers for another day or two. Poppy kicked at the hog but the boar kept coming at him. He rolled on his stomach again and his hand slammed against a rock. “A rock,” thought Poppy, “I need that.”
As the boar dug in for another bite of his leg, Poppy’s fingers were busy digging the rock out of the dirt. He rolled over using all his body weight to propel himself and swung the rock as he rolled. The rock hit the board square in the eye and it staggered. Poppy bashed its head again and it backed away. By then it was too far away to reach so Poppy threw the rock with all the strength he had left and smashed the boar in the forehead. The boar turned and ran into the woods. Poppy’s body shook, as much from cold as from the shock of the attack. He fell back to the ground and passed out.
The End
That’s all I’m writing for today. I hope you enjoyed the more creative version of the story. Just realize, it’s a fictionalized account and not what really happened – at least not that I know of. Have a great weekend!
Until next time,
Lisa @ Days of Our Lives blog
Resources Used in Crafting the Fictional Version of this story:
“The Local Scene,” (Miami News-Record, Miami, Oklahoma), 9 Nov 1960, local news article; Newspapers, https://www.newspapers.com/ : accessed 26 Feb 2024, page 7, col 1.
Drake, Roy. Interview. By Lisa Williams, 26 Feb 2024.
Poynor Baptist Church Membership Roll book. Recorded in 1952. Privately held collection.
Happy National Pig Day! When I saw that it’s National Pig Day it made me think of a story about my 2nd great grandpa Ervin “Poppy” Alonzo DRAKE. There are other posts about Poppy and you can find them at:
In addition to the pictures in the posts above, here is a bonus picture of Poppy that I love:
As you can see, the photo is dated February, 1959. Back row from left to right: Ervin “Poppy Lon” DRAKE, Mark DRAKE, Eugene DRAKE. Bottom: Roy DRAKE.
Note to reader: I’m writing this story at the end of February – the end of Family History Writing Month. I’m in a creative mood and I wanted to write this brief story using the facts I found, but I also wanted to write the story as if it were in a novel. I wrote it both ways so I could decide which to publish. As it turns out, I want to publish both. So today you’ll get the facts – part 1. Tomorrow you’ll get the creative short story as part 2. I hope you enjoy both.
Dad’s Version
Dad was about 15 or 16 years old when Poppy was attacked by the hog, so he does remember when it happened. His version is below.
Dad said Poppy was old when this happened. Old enough that Poppy had stopped going to church because he didn’t feel up to it anymore. Dad recalled Poppy was in his mid-80’s when he was attacked by a feral boar. Poppy was sitting on his porch in the house he lived in down by the creek [Note: I believe this was his residence in the Poyner area over by Southwest City at the place that had a cave on it.] He had a barn and a sort-of-fenced barnyard. The hog came up in the back yard and Poppy tried yelling at it to make it leave but the hog wouldn’t leave. Poppy thought he could run the hog off so he got off the porch and the hog retreated into the barnyard. Poppy continued to advance on the hog and it attacked Poppy. It gored him with its tusks and bit him on the legs and buttocks. Dad said the hog tore chunks out of Poppy’s thigh. Poppy was in the hospital for a few days but didn’t want to stay there so they released him and he stayed with his nephew, John DRAKE, so John could make sure infection didn’t set in on Poppy’s legs and bottom. Poppy stayed with John for a few weeks after he was released from the hospital. Dad said Poppy was never the same after the feral hog attacked him. Poppy walked with a limp after that and his health went downhill fairly quickly. Dad said Poppy died a few years after that attack.
Dad had a lot of memories about Poppy. He recalled that Poppy had cancer both before and after the hog attack. Before the attack, Poppy had cancer removed from behind his ear – probably a skin cancer. Dad was about 10 or 11 years old when this cancer was removed. After the hog attack, Poppy had cancer again and it killed him. Dad recalled the attack being just one feral hog.
What the Newspaper Said
Now, let’s look at the newspaper’s version of this same story which is a little different.
9 November 1960, Miami Daily News-Record, Miami, Oklahoma.
Poppy would have been 85 years old when this happened. EIGHTY-FIVE! Let that sink in! Now, why on Earth would he try to separate two fighting male hogs at age 85?! I’m not sure why Poppy thought he could separate two fighting boars at his age (or even if that’s what really happened), but he paid a price for it. As Dad said, Poppy was never the same and his health began to decline after that.
My personal opinion about the newspaper article is that the author took liberties with the story. I can’t think of a single logical reason that, at 85 years old, Poppy would think it was a good idea to put himself in the middle of 2 boars fighting – whether tame or feral. He was smarter than that. Nonetheless, I’m grateful to the author for recording the story and, in all honesty, I can’t say what really happened because I wasn’t there.
After ‘The Great Boar Fight’
Three and a half years after ‘The Great Boar Fight’, Poppy passed away. Dad had a lot of fond memories of Poppy and loved him dearly. Some of Dad’s best childhood memories are of times he spent with Poppy. He mentioned that he wished all kids could have a chance to spend time with their great-grandpas and feel as loved as he felt.
I hope you get a chance to spend time with your grandparents or great-grandparents this week if you’re fortunate enough to still have them around. They are treasures! If you can’t visit them today, call them up and wish them a happy National Pig Day! Don’t forget, tomorrow is the more creative version of this story!
Until next time,
Lisa @ Days of Our Lives blog
Resources
“The Local Scene,” (Miami News-Record, Miami, Oklahoma), 9 Nov 1960, local news article; Newspapers, https://www.newspapers.com/ : accessed 26 Feb 2024, page 7, col 1.
Drake, Roy. Interview. By Lisa Williams, 26 Feb 2024.
Drake generation family photo dated Feb 1959. Privately held photo.
Each year I do a “report card” review of my goals for the year. In the report card posts, I review the old goals and make new ones. This year I think I’m going to claim the Butterfly Effect over all my projects. The concept of the Butterfly Effect is that when a butterfly flutters her wings, it creates a tiny change in the atmosphere. That tiny change carries the possibility of altering the path of, or maybe even preventing, a tornado. In other words, small changes can create large results. 2024 will, I hope, be a year that tiny changes will create big results.
2023 Goals in Review
Last year my plan was “simple and uncrowded”. 2023 was anything but “simple and uncrowded”. It was off the rails crazy! Probably the weirdest, craziest year we’ve had in a decade. We were blessed with a new grandchild, said our final goodbyes to way too many family members, welcomed a son-in-law to the family, had seemingly endless job problems, and I wrote 2 novels. Yes – two. You read that correctly! Rough drafts of books 2 and 3 of my children’s series have been completed. I attempted to edit book 1 on my own and found it was just too much with everything else that was going on so as a Christmas present to myself, I hired a book coach to help me edit book 1 so I can hopefully get it published in 2024. The books do have a genealogical component so, while you didn’t see a lot from me in the way of new genealogy blog posts, I was writing like crazy outside of the blog and using my family history that way.
The goals for 2023 were:
Self-education at the rate of one training per month with a different topic each quarter;
Organization of all the 36 years (!!!) of genealogical data I’ve collected;
Writing: 1 blog post per month plus editing/publishing book 1 and writing book 2
Focus Family: William & Hester (MITCHELL) DRAKE.
Goal 1: Self-Education
I didn’t actually keep track of all the trainings I did so I can’t say whether I met that goal or not but I did do a lot of self-education throughout the year. I’m going to go ahead and at least give myself a C/Average on that one.
Goal 2: Organization
F/Fail. Fail. Fail. Fail. I did not organize at all!
Goal 3: Writing
I’m giving myself an A/Above Average on this one. I just squeaked in at 12 (mostly) genealogy blog posts. Although my blog posts suffered, I was able to partially edit book 1 and write rough drafts of books 2 and 3. That’s an amazing amount of progress and the books do involve my family history so I’m counting them. I’d say I made exceptional progress on this goal. Hopefully in 2024, I can make progress on both the blog AND the books.
Goal 4: Focus Family
I am not sure I researched William and Hester (MITCHELL) DRAKE at all this year. If I did, I must not have found anything terribly exciting or I would have shared it with you and would likely remember what I found. I’m coming up blank on this one so either I did not work on this goal at all, or I made zero progress. So, I guess it’s an F/Fail on this one.
2024
So there you have it, 2023 in a nutshell. Here’s hoping that 2024 will be calmer (not likely since it’s an election year) and more productive in a variety of areas. My new goals are:
Self-education: I like this goal so I’m keeping it. I love learning new things.
Organization: Ever the hopeful person, I’m keeping this one too. This will be one of my tiny changes that, I hope, will create big results.
Writing: My goal this year will remain 12 blog posts plus I plan to edit and publish books 1 and 2 and (if I’m very lucky) book 3. I’ll also be writing a rough draft of book 4.
Focus Family: My focus this year will be split between two families, both of which appear in the books I’m writing. Family 1: Jefferson LATTY. Family 2: William RITER and his dad, Nicholas.) Since I will be researching both of these families for upcoming books in my children’s time travel series, I will be more likely to actually work on the families.
Wishing You a…
I’m wishing you all a calm and peaceful 2024. A year with no loss of family. A year with beautiful additions to your family. A year with much love, peace, and joy for you.
Note to reader: I started writing this story in the first day or two of January 2023. It’s a story that I first heard my father-in-law tell shortly before he passed away. It intrigued me and I began researching and writing the story right away. I’ve been sitting on the story longer than I intended and now it’s time to release it. As many of you know, we lost Bart’s dad in March of 2023. I’d like to thank my guest blogger Rae CONNER for helping me finish this story. I was unable to make much headway in my initial research so I reached out to her for help since the subject of the post is her family.
The nugget of the story that I started with was that Louis KIRK was a chauffer for George and Jessie (CARR) COLEMAN who owned the historic Coleman Theater in Miami, Ottawa County, Oklahoma. My father-in-law was young and one of things about Louis KIRK that intrigued him was Louis’ prowess in performing rope tricks.
I’m keeping the original story as I wrote it in January, 2023, which is what you’ll see starting in the next section. I’ll add in Rae’s story as well which was also written in January of 2023. Please be kind and courteous with copying the information. I’m fine with my portion being copied but please give credit to my blog. If you wish to re-post or copy Rae’s portion, please contact her before doing that. I hope you enjoy one of my father-in-law’s last stories. I’m grateful for the opportunity to tell it.
Louis KIRK, Chauffer
We took my husband’s parents on a road trip today (note: this was on the 1st or 2nd of January, 2023) because I needed information. We took them back to a place my father-in-law lived when he was young. There wasn’t much he could tell me. However, he did tell an interesting story as we were driving through Miami, Oklahoma. I’d like to relay that story to you.
Coleman Theater
In downtown Miami is a nice, historic building where the Coleman Theater is located. The Coleman Theater was built about 1929 for George COLEMAN (husband of Jessie COLEMAN), who was a “local mining magnate” . It’s been beautifully restored inside and out. I encourage you to go look at the pictures on the website. As we were passing by it, my father-in-law said that his aunt Ina’s husband used to chauffer Mrs. Jessie COLEMAN around. The husband/chauffer was Louis KIRK and he liked to do tricks with a lariat. When Mrs. COLEMAN was ready to go to Colorado, Louis would chauffer her there and when she was ready to return to Oklahoma, he would go pick her up again and bring her back. Some of Ina’s and Louis’ kids also worked at the Coleman when they were young. My father-in-law said all three of the girls worked there but he wasn’t sure about the boys.
Here’s What I Found
Ina Virginia PAGE was born in 1925 in Hartville, Wright County, Missouri, to George Benjamin and Ina Jane (CAWYER) PAGE. Ina was my father-in-law’s maternal aunt.
Picture was posted on Ancestry by Tammy Shelton.
Beautiful, isn’t she? She married Louis KIRK around 1943. They lived in Miami, Ottawa County, Oklahoma. According to the 1950 US Federal Census, at least one of the sons, Louis Dean, did work at the Coleman Theater. He was a ticket taker at the Coleman at age 15. 1950 is the most recent census released so it is doubtful that other records could be found at this point.
Ancestry, 1950 US Federal Census entry for Louis E. & Ina Virginia (PAGE) KIRK.
In all my searching, I haven’t found anything that officially declares Louis to be the chauffer of Mrs. Jessie COLEMAN. It’s possible this information was never recorded publicly. It’s also possible that it’s in a later census record that hasn’t been released yet or in records that have long since been destroyed. I did note that, like Mrs. COLEMAN, Louis made trips to and from Colorado, so there’s that.
Because I couldn’t find a lot of information, I reached out to a relative (Rae) and asked her for information. The next section is the story she sent me.
Rae’s Story
Thanks for reminding me about dad’s lariat roping tricks. I truly forgot about them. Dad could rope anything. He did try his best to teach me but I am afraid I could not catch on to anything. My rope would go flat. I just remember he could make perfect circles and large ones at that! It is unfortunate that I do not remember how he learned. I know he lived in Colorado for a while with his first wife, Ollie, and his three boys. Dad also ran the trains as a hobo in his very young and early days. Wish I could say more. Dad’s life almost seems secretive and has many missing pages. He was married prior to Ollie; however, it did not last but a few weeks due to the woman’s character and immoral habits.
Dad worked for Mrs. GL Coleman (her name, Jessie). He was her full-time gardener and chauffeur. Due to his dark colored skin (mostly due to being in the sun all day and being part native Indian) some people thought he was a black man. He supervised several men during his 30 plus years working for the Colemans at their home in Miami Oklahoma. I remember going with dad and Mrs. Coleman to the Tulsa airport together. I was sitting in the back with her as dad drove quietly to Tulsa. He looked so handsome in his Chauffeur’s uniform and cap.
Two of my brothers helped him at times in the yard, working side-by-side with dad. My eldest brother also had his son help on occasions. Mom worked as a housekeeper for quite a while, helping the aging maids do their work. When I turned 14, I lived in the home as a companion to Mrs. Coleman. When she came home from vacation, she found me sleeping in the maids’ quarters and asked them to move me to Ann’s room (her daughter’s room). It was a surprise to us all. This lasted about six months while she was there. We would play Chinese checkers at night in her bedroom sunroom. I took breakfast with her before dad would take me to school. After Mrs. Coleman left for the summer, I was asked to stay with the maid and help her out. I will never forget the yellow cakes she made with creamed topping.
Dad told stories about Bing Crosby and Bob Hope staying with the Colemans. He would drive them to and from the airports. Dad worked hard, keeping the grounds up, the horse stalls and the pool kept in good condition. His gardens were outstanding. Dad would work from early morning until late every day. His pay was just enough to pay the bills and provide food on the table. When Mrs. Coleman passed a few months prior to dad, we discovered dad was in the Will. Unfortunately, before the Will could settle, dad passed away June 1979. Mother did receive a small amount of money from the Will in dad’s place. It was not much, but it helped mom out at the time.
I must say even after Jessie passed; we remembered in the Coleman’s Christmas Card list. I only knew them as good people that never treated us like we were less than they were.
Dad bought a couple of their cars from them, making payments, of course. So, we had nice cars for a while. The Cadillac was a black beast of a thing. We liked it.
I believe both my sisters worked at the Coleman Theater in reception and concession. I know sis Dian did. I do not remember how long and they are no longer here to ask. In fact, I am the only one left from our joined family. My niece worked for Jessie’s daughter for a while, but I do not know that story.
Seriously wish I had listened more to my parents when I was young. I know my dad loved his job and was loyal and faithful to his employers.
Bonus
My father-in-law lived in the Picher-Cardin area when he was young. I snapped a couple of photos of him while we were on our trip. They’re your bonus for today.
My father-in-law at the Picher Gorillas monument park. Picher, Oklahoma, 2 Jan 2023.While we were at the monument park a man showed up. He is almost exactly the same age as my father-in-law and was born in Picher. He comes to the monument park occasionally and sits. I didn’t catch his name. Picher, Oklahoma, 2 Jan 2023.
Final Thoughts
I highly recommend gathering up your people and taking a road trip. I ended up getting road trips with both my in-laws and my parents this weekend. It was good. Wishing you a wonderful week.
Nicholas Reiter.James Thomas Gibson. (It’s hard to see, but it’s there on the bottom!)Levi Hubbard.Joseph Larkin.August Schneidenbach.Heinrich “Henry” Wolf.
Out of these 5 beards, which is your favorite??? Tell me in the comments!
If you love researching your family history and you research in the U.S. and Britain, you should definitely know what this day is all about!
On this date in 1852…
In 1852, eleven days needed to be dropped in Britain in order for the calendar to sync properly with the other countries in Europe using the calendar. In Britain and the American Colonies, September 2 was followed by September 14. Thus, September 2 is today referred to as Calendar Adjustment Day.
https://www.checkiday.com/
So, if you’re looking for an ancestor that was here (or in Britain) in September of 1852, or you’re calculating a date that covers September of 1852, just remember they lost 11 days. September 3-13, 1852 do not exist!
