Mary was preceded in death by her husband, James White in 1907 and her daughter Mary in 1871. Mrs. White had been an active member of her community. Her beautiful life will be remembered forever by her surviving children: Albert White, Charles White, William White, Blanche Hansen, Ella Forcum, and James White; her daughters-in-law and sons-in-law; and numerous grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
Mary Isabel Huggans White, daughter of the late Dr. George Huggans and Sarah Winton Huggans has gone to be with her Lord on June 19, 1930. She was united on April 11, 1865 to James White. This union was blessed with seven children.
Mary was preceded in death by her husband, James White in 1907 and her daughter Mary in 1871. Mrs. White had been an active member of her community. Her beautiful life will be remembered forever by her surviving children: Albert White, Charles White, William White, Blanche Hansen, Ella Forcum, and James White; her daughters-in-law and sons-in-law; and numerous grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
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Day 3: Imagine your ancestor getting the keys to his first house or car. Write a journal entry from his point of view that describes the car/place and his feelings about it.
Homeowners! It's 1969 and my family has moved around for many years. We moved here because of the military base there. It's hard to imagine that this adventure began in Florida. This house is so different from the property and the trailer that we had there. It's nothing like Georgia either. I think the closest that any of us have come to having a real house before this one was the one we rented on Harris street. We also had a little flat, and then base housing when we were in Berlin. I painted a mural in the flat, a West Texas mural, to make it feel more like home. Kathy is 13 years old and this is the first permanent home she's ever had - it's our house! We paid $10,000 for the house - our savings - but it will be worth it. This house is a project! It had been an apartment building during World War II, and many of the components (kitchens, odd bathrooms, and locks) haven't ever been replaced or removed. The house is in bad need of painting and the roof needs some attention. But, as I looked at Dot today I realized that this was the right choice (no matter the headache and pain of renovation) because this is something that we finally own together. Day 2: Think of your ancestor as a character in a novel. She was a sprite, with a tinkling laugh and dancing eyes. There was something impish in her. Was it the way that she structured her grammar in her letters to her parents? Was it her frame: short, 4'11''? There was something inside her that filled her with an endless sense of adventure and travel. Later, she would describe it as having a "gypsy soul" and she would pass this on to her children, and through them to her grandchildren and her great-grandchildren. But now, she did not have any children. She was not yet married. No, now she was just a young woman who had packed all of her belongings into a trunk to take to an unknown state. Perhaps she had said to her mother, "Momma, I'll travel." Suppose she said to her father, "I'll make my own way." No doubt there were tearful goodbyes that day that she loaded her possessions and herself onto that train, bound for New Mexico. She was the oldest daughter of her family. She was close to all of her siblings, and to her parents. Before this moment the only traveling that she had ever done had been with her family. Now, she was lone. It was hard to leave her family, but still there was something in her that craved adventure. In the back of her mind she remembered walking and riding in a covered wagon with her parents and her siblings getting her first taste of travel. She had been so little then, so many of her siblings still really babies. She remembered stopping at school houses for a drink of water. She remembered visiting with people along the way. Now, there was no covered wagon. Now, a machine would take her to that destination so far away. Still, she thought, as she smoothed the wrinkles out of her smart black dress with the peter pan collar, I will do this for myself. Yes, she knew that this was something that she had to do. She would be a Harvey Girl. On Instagram this past week I saw a post from Family Tree Magazine found here. I haven't participated in a writing prompt challenge before, so this is definitely a first for me. I'm four days behind, so I have a little catching up to to. So, here we go:
Day 1: Write a letter to an ancestor you've never met. Dear Clara, You are my great-grandmother. I wish that I knew more about you. You died before a few months after your youngest child got married. You died five years before my father was born. I’ve got so many questions. If you could answer this letter, I would want to know how you met your husband. He was twenty-three years older than you were, and he out-lived you by fourteen years. How did he propose to you? What was your wedding like? I have so precious few pictures of either of you and just a handful of you together. It’s hard to know what you were like from those photos, but I can imagine the life that you built together. I would ask you your thoughts on motherhood. You were the mother of four children. What were some of your greatest strengths, and some of your greatest weaknesses? If you had any general advice for your grandchildren and your great-grandchildren what would it be? I would ask you what your favorite memory of your father is, and I would want to know what your mother was like. Did you live close to them? Did some your children know them well? What are some of your best memories from your childhood - your grandparents, your siblings, and your friends? What was your favorite smell? I like vanilla and leather - but they are really the only two artificial smells that I can tolerate. I would want to know if I act like you or look like you in any way. What do you see of yourself in me? The questions that I have for you are endless. Your legacy is what I make it: a loving mother, a good wife, a woman who did the best she could for those she loved. I’m the genealogist for my small family in Texas. I try to reconstruct your life through documents and a few pictures. I know that I miss a lot of the details. Just know, I do my best, and I am always searching for more of you. John’s daughter, Heather |
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