Wednesday, April 16, 2014

DNA stated I am 22% Irish. REALLY?

Last week my DNA results came via email from Ancestry. com  and I was sure they were wrong.  It stated I am 22% Irish .
Really?  I put it aside and to give it some thought.
Then I went to my 'Family Tree' and looked into my mother's line. I am not very  familiar with the Phippen /Hudson line .  A lot of work has been done on these lines but by who I don't know and it is not sourced which makes me wonder how correct is the information.  Sure enough she has Irish Ancestors.  Last name is LEMMON and the line goes back to !696 in Cork, Ireland.   I think my mother thought this line was English and had no idea she was part Irish.
  Now looking at this picture;  one pair of legs is part American Indian and Danish and the other - English-Irish-Scandinavian.

More about my DNA in the next post.


Saturday, April 12, 2014

Tom has a new car? (12 April 14) This is his car that I remember way back when?

Back seat:  Julie - Cari - Lori
Front:  Mark - Sue- Tom

This picture has been on top of my printer for some time waiting for the right moment to post.  I was going to use this picture on my facebook page but, today it seems appropriate to post it here on my blog. I do make exceptions now and then to post something about the living and not always about the deceased. This is my nephew Tom before marriage and (to date) 5 children ago.  Life is a lot different for him today than when this picture was taken.  And I must say:  Aunt Renee gives you lots of credit for the differences in you life today than 'Yesterday.'  Good job Tom.  
I remember this being a beautiful day in Seattle and happy times with family.  I'm sure the occupants of the car remember much more than I can recall.  Just the same I love this picture.  Thanks for the Happy Memories.  Love you guys.

Aunt Renée

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Saturday, March 15, 2014

1942 Tomlinson Family

Tomlinson Family 1942 Verona-Renee-Gary-Vern. 

Vern and Verona - what cool names for a young couple who fell in love living in a small town of Albion, Idaho.
This was our family until 1953 when Ted Perrins was born in the Jerome Hospital. 
Gary was born at home because Mom and Dad were snowed in and couldn't get to the nearest hospital in Wendell. They were living in the town of Jerome and at some point soon after Gary was born moved to Pleasant Plains  (In the country outside of Jerome)where Dad was the Principal of the school until 1941 when they moved back to town and I was born a year later in the St. Valentine's Hospital in Wendell.    Gary is six years older than me.
This is what Mother wrote about living in Pleasant Plains in a house located next to the school.  I have only changed a few words and reconstructed a couple of sentences. 
Note; Love the US flag waving above the school!

"We were married during the depression so it was tough.  We had to buy a car, washing machine, pay by the month.  Vern built a garage for the car so the school gave us two old cook stoves (coal) for building the garage.  We didn't have a bathroom or an outside toilet so we had to go to the school house.  If I needed to go at night I was afraid so Gary would take my hand and say 'I will take you, Mom.'  We even had to take a bath in the wash tub (it was on legs. I won't go into that)  We just had one big coal or wood stove in the living room.  My feet and legs never were warm all five years we lived out there.   We turned the two stoves in on a better cook stove and owed $70.00 more and we had to pay $2.00 a month.  That's all we could afford to pay.  
I couldn't find Gary one day and I asked the neighbors, they told me the way they saw him go with two girls.  Praying all the way, [she got in the car]  it was in the month of March [and] it had been raining and the road was full of ruts and the car turned over.  The mail man saw this and he thought no one could get out of that alive.  I heard him call my name, I answered him and heard him say, 'Thank God.'  We found Gary and the two girls (nine years old) about a mile up the road.  I don't know why or where they were going; to one of the girls relatives or something.  I was so glad to see him I couldn't think.  
I just had bruised all over [my body] and the car was a wreck.  I tried to get the insurance or whatever had to be done and get a new car. This car wasn't a year old but Vern wouldn't.  They put it together and believe it or not the cost was only $350.00. They let us use a car but it was a long time before we got ours back." 
  written by Verona Tomlinson


Tuesday, February 25, 2014

The "Great Winter" of 1948-49 Grandmother Perrins ride to Rupert Hospital

Buried: Albion Pleasant View Cemetery
 23 Feb 1949
70 years old.
Before the month of February 2014 is over I must post this story of my Grandmother Edna Clair Phippen Perrins; my mother's mother.  This happened sixty five years ago this month.
My memory 'trigger' of this story is seeing on the news the terrible weather the mid-west eastern states has had this year. 
I was six when the terrible 'Great Winter' of 1948-49. Snow and ice covered the states of Utah, Idaho and Wyoming.   
 I remember that  after the roads were plowed that the snow was piled so high it was like a tunnel with white walls travelling down the country road especially when we went to Sun Valley on a family outing. And, it was beautiful. 

My first cousin Barbara lived just a short distance from Grandfather and Grandmother Perrins in Albion, Idaho and had a very close relationship with Grandmother.  In a recent e-mail Barbara wrote about this day in February 1949. Thank You Barbara for writing this story.
  "Every other day grandma would call or come over to the house for [me] to walk to a neighboring farmer's house and get her some milk.  It was to far for her to walk.  [I would take] a mason canning jar and have the farmer fill it with milk and bring it to her.  There was always a treat cookie, or a big hug waiting for [me]. I loved the hugs the best because she always gave wonderful hugs and she always smelled like sugar and spices.  She was always cooking or baking something.   This particular day, grandma walked to our house,  I don't know how long she had been standing on the porch before I noticed her.  She didn't knock.  I opened the door and she just stood there with her arms stretched out to me holding the mason jar and she was just smiling at me.  I asked her if she wanted me to go get some milk and she didn't say anything.  She just stood there smiling.  I took her by the hand and led her to the living room and sat her in the rocking chair.  She still said nothing.  I was really worried and scared.  I ran across the street where my mom and dad owned "Bob's Drive Inn"  an eating establishments for the college kids and the community.  Mom told me to go back home and stay with grandma and she would see if she could find grandpa.  After a while grandpa came and tired to arouse her but, was unable to.  He said "mother," (that is what he called her) has had a stroke.  I really didn't know what that was, but it sounded serious.  Grandpa told me to stay with her and he would see if he could get some help to move her.  By this time we couldn't move her and she couldn't move anything.  It was so sad and I just didn't know what was happening.  I was only in the third grade at the time.   Later Grandpa came back and three men and a pickup truck.  They picked her and the rocking chair up and carried here out side.  They lifted her and the rocking chair in the back of the pick up bundled her up and took her home.   With much difficulty,  Grandpa got her undressed and in bed.  We didn't have a doctor that lived in Albion just a nurse.  The doctor would come once a week to see patients or if there was an emergency but Albion was snowed in and he couldn't come across the mountain.  The doctor told Grandpa she needed to be in the hospital."

What happened next I remember because my mother had told me many times.  Like Barbara said in her story Albion was snowed in; the roads covered with snow and ice.  So what happened was the  men from the college and able bodied residents armed with picks and shovels came to the rescue. Grandmother needed  to be taken to the hospital located in Rupert twenty four miles away.

I'm going to interrupt this story to write about what happened a few weeks ago.  
One Saturday afternoon I was at the Family History Center visiting with Ken and Adelheid Patterson.  They are a couple who are part of the staff that work on Saturday afternoon's.    We were talking about the Great Winter of 48'-49.  I was telling them about Grandmother Perrins when Ken said, "I was one of those men, I remember it well."  What a pleasant surprise !  Ken, today is eighty five years old. 
So this is a first hand recount of what happened:
He told me how there was a thick layer of ice on top of the snow that covered the road. With picks and shovels they would break up the ice then a dump truck with a snow plow attached would 'make a run for it'  to clear as much snow and ice as it could then the men would do it again.  They did this for eighteen miles. 
I wish I could say her life was saved and she lived for another ten years.  But, that was not the case.  Grandmother died a short time after arriving at the hospital.

 When I see Ken Patterson I will always see him as a young man doing a wonderful service on a cold winter day on behalf of my grandmother.  

Grandmother left a wonderful legacy which I will blog about in the future.  
Cousin Barbara also writes about Grandmother saying "What a loss and for me being so young, I had a terrible time getting over it. I loved her so much because she was a big part of my life."    And the best compliment to give her is this. 
"I have tried to pattern myself as a grandma after my grandma." Barbara Gray 


Monday, February 10, 2014

Every Family Has A Story

I love this Video.  I watched it many times at Roots Tech 20014 conference last week and never got tired of seeing it. (5,6,7,8, Feb 2014)   What is Roots Tech?   It is advertised as follows:   "RootsTech is a global family history event where people of all ages learn to discover and share their family stories and connections through technology. At RootsTech, there is something for you, regardless of your experience in family history or your skill in technology." I have attended three of the four years and plan on attending as often as possible.  Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.  The message is so important.