Showing posts with label Virginia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Virginia. Show all posts

Friday, August 5, 2011

Pardon me.....



My second great grandfather's pardon for taking part in the Civil War as a Confederate soldier, as well as a muster roll with the alternate spelling of his name.

Photos courtesy of Footnote.com

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Wordless Wednesday - Mother and daughter


My second great grandmother, Cynthia Morris Shiflett, and my great grand aunt, Lillian Shiflett. (Photo courtesy of Ancestry.com)

Monday, July 25, 2011

Madness Monday - The case of the missing grandmother.....

I remember my paternal grandmother.

She passed away when I was nine years old, but I remember being at her house, talking to her, visiting her when she was sick, attending her funeral. I can tell you what hymn was sung at the service. Her grave is a few plots over from my father's.

I say all of this because I can't find her in the death index. Her obituary is nowhere to be found in any of the online searches.

Thankfully, I have a card with a copy of the newspaper clipping, but it bothers me that I can't "find" her.

Mind you, I can't find her birth record, either, but I know she was born at home and have a copy of the family Bible.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Those Places Thursday - Baltimore, Maryland

I've always associated my father's side of the family with the state of Virginia.  It never occurred to me that my family might have been in Maryland before I was born.  Funny enough, according to my father's birth certificate, he was born in Baltimore, and upon further investigating, my great-grandfather's draft registration card for World War II had his address as Baltimore.

I've been going through old pictures and keep going back to one of my grandparents and my father when he was a toddler.  They are standing on a sidewalk, my father barely as tall as my grandfather's knee, and there are "row homes" behind them.  I wasn't sure where the picture was taken, if it was their home or a relative's, and if they were standing in front of the house or in the backyard.

A couple of weeks ago, my brain finally put the two pieces together.  I did a search for the address on my great-grandfather's draft card and was lucky enough to find a map where I could zoom in and look at the street view of the houses.  When I rotated the street view to the houses on the opposite side of the street, my heart stopped.  There were the houses that were in the background of my picture.  They've been updated, but the main structures still look the same.  My grandparents had been visiting my great-grandfather that day, with my father.  I'm left wondering who took the picture; was it my great-grandfather?

So now I'm left readjusting my mindset.  My father's family weren't just in Virginia, they were in Maryland way before I was born.