tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8899598848971630492024-03-05T23:23:48.123-05:00Georgia Black CrackersA personal journey back in time through my Georgia ancestorsMavishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10241988882011440597noreply@blogger.comBlogger268125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889959884897163049.post-85649015531287451702021-01-01T12:35:00.001-05:002021-01-01T13:00:29.713-05:00Life Lost in the time of RONA<div>Gosh, has it really been over two years since I last posted on any of my blogs. </div><div><br /></div><div>This is a hard post as another leaf on my tree has fallen. My sweet momma passed on Christmas Day 2020.</div><div><br /></div><div>Even during the year of Rona, things had been going along fine. Even though her dementia was becoming more pronounced with each passing year, physically, momma was a strong as ever. I was certain that we had many more years together.</div><div><br /></div><div>She had gone in the hospital at the beginning of the near but when she got back to her assisted living, she seemed like a new person.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then, October 29, 2020 came, the day of her birth and and as far as I'm concerned the beginning of the end. Beginning on this date, she would enter the hospital 3 times during the months of October and November.</div><div><br /></div><div>She would test negative for COVID on that first trip to the hospital. However, she was diagnosed with pneumonia, which the doctors said was caused by aspiration. She had thrown up 3 times in a very short period of time. While she tested negative, in hindsight, I firmly believe she was already exhibiting symptoms of COVID. Per one of my paternal cousins who is an MD, the throwing up multiple times in a short period of time is one of the symptoms of COVID. I would later learn that pneumonia is also a symptom of COVID especially in the elderly.</div><div><br /></div><div>She would stay in the hospital for a about a week, was treated with antibiotics and eventually was transferred back to her assisted living. I saw her the weekend after she was discharged. She looked well but seem to be a bit unsteady on her feet.</div><div><br /></div><div>A few days later, she begin exhibiting symptoms of a stroke / seizure. She was in the hospital for another week. Tested like crazy. No evidence of a stroke or seizure. Per that cousin, who is an MD, these stroke like symptoms are also symptoms of COVID. However, during this second trip to the hospital she was never tested for COVID. At the end of the week, she was transferred back to her assisted living.</div><div><br /></div><div>Almost as soon as she got back to her assisted living, it was evident that things were not right. Mom was no longer able to walk. I saw her over the course of three day and witnessed her not be able to walk but able to sit up on Day 1 but by Day 3 not even being able to sit up. Honestly, by day 3 (a week before Thanksgiving) I just knew that mom wasn't going to make it through the night. But she did, and her assisted living called me that Friday before Thanksgiving to inform me that they were sending her back to the hospital because they didn't know what was wrong and she had suddenly spiked a fever (101 F). </div><div><br /></div><div>She wasn't tested for COVID upon reentry to the hospital. The diagnosis was momma still had the pneumonia and also now had a raging UTI. It was at this point that momma was also refusing to eat anything. Even I couldn't get her to eat. She was given stronger antibiotics and after 5 days the hospital deemed her ready to go back to her assisted living. At this point (Tuesday before Thanksgiving), somebody requested a COVID test on momma. The hospital said it was momma's assisted living. COVID test came back positive. What? I really thought they were joking but they weren't.</div><div><br /></div><div>After talking to the owner of her assisted living, it was at this point that I learned that pneumonia is one of the symptoms of COVID especially in the elderly. Unfortunately, the hospital would swear until the end that the pneumonia was due to aspiration. Were they doing a CYA?</div><div><br /></div><div>On December 2, 2020, momma was transferred from the hospital to a nursing home for rehab. Due to the positive COVID test, she could only go to a place that accepts people that tested positive for COVID. The hospital deemed her stable enough to be discharged and declared that both the pneumonia and the UTI were gone.</div><div><br /></div><div>Once at the nursing home, for a minute, things seemed to get a bit better with the eating. Momma, never regained her strength and in those final few days, she really began to slide.</div><div><br /></div><div>After she was at the nursing home, I did get to have 2 window visits with her but until the day she passed I would never be able to physically touch and hold my mother again or she me. It was the thing that hurt the most. During that first window visit, she looked better but during visit #2, I could tell she was really struggling. She reached her hand out to me and motioned for me to come inside but I couldn't. Perhaps she knew at that point that her days were quickly drawing to a close.</div><div><br /></div><div>This virus, dubbed RONA, is cruel and vicious. It strikes without warning. I will never know where my mother picked up COVID. The number of possibilities are limited. Only 4 in fact - her assisted living, where everyone tested negative, me (I tested negative also), the folks ferrying her back and forth between the hospital and her assisted living, and finally the hospital (initially, they did have her in the rooms designated for COVID patients 2 of the 3 times she went to the hospital).</div><div><br /></div><div>I keep thinking if only she and dad had met earlier, they would have had me earlier in life. I would have possibly already been retired and been able to bring her back to my house. Even so, before she tested positive for COVID, I had already decided that if things got really bad, I would retire early and take care of her. Unfortunately, I never got that chance.</div><div><br /></div><div>I take comfort in knowing that I don't think she suffered. She looked like she passed peacefully. And as much as it hurts to have lost her, I keep telling myself that I had her longer than she had either grandmomma or granddaddy. Momma was 37 when grandmomma died and 49 when granddaddy died. </div><div><br /></div><div>Until we meet again, Rest in Heaven, amongst the ancestors, my sweet momma and continue to be my sidekick, even if you aren't here with me physically, as I try to keep going on this journey that you started me on in finding our ancestors. </div><div><br /></div><div>We got a lot done during my off and own researching. We reconnected with our Hosch relatives here in NC, which was very important to the both us. We detested how they had essentially been kicked to the curb. We found and connected with an entire branch of our Rome line (granddad's mom side of the family), which led to that wonderful trip we had to Arkansas. And just last year, we reconnected with our Hosch cousins in GA that we had lost contact with over 50 years ago after granddaddy died. Thankfully, it wasn't too late as cousin Vivian, who remembered you from that long time ago was there and asking about you.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Love ya momma</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/101/96A5CE914C6A44CFFFE34AB4101B2655.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0px;" /></a>Mavishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10241988882011440597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889959884897163049.post-83866290767798557502018-07-04T11:07:00.001-04:002018-07-04T11:07:12.493-04:00MAAGI 2018<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This has been a crazy year but with tiny steps I seem to finally, although ever so slowly, be returning to my research.<br />
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And to help me get back into the grove and keep pushing forward, this year, I will be attending the Midwest African American Genealogy Institute better known as MAAGI.<br />
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I'm looking forward to reconnecting, again, with my on-line genealogy buds that I've know for years and have have meet many in person. And as the old Girl Scout song states, I also hope to make some new friends.<br />
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Most importantly, I'm looking forward to learning and acquiring new skills as I fully return to my research. The ancestors are once again stirring and telling me that I need to get back at it that I need to move beyond this stuck place that I've been at ever since my dad died in 2011.<br />
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And as I get back to the research, I also hope to get back to blogging.<br />
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The last time I participated in Saturday Night Genealogy Fun appears to be <a href="http://georgiablackcrackers.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Night%20Genealogy%20Fun" target="_blank"> December 8, 2013</a>, when I wrote a letter to Genea Santa. Sadly, many of the things I requested are still needed especially the drive I had back in 2009 when I returned to my research after a 10 year hiatus. Back in 2013, I was still grieving the loss of my dad and had no motivation to do a lot of things. These days I'm just busy. Between work, being caregiver for my mom, trying to take care of myself and trying to become more active at church, there just doesn't seem to be a lot of time left for research.<br />
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Well enough reminiscing and whining, so without further ado, it's time to get to this week's assignment.<br />
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Here is the assignment that Randy tasked us with.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.84px;"><b>There was something special about that letter traveling all the way to the North Pole and Santa reading it.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.84px;"><b>Back in the day, mom would come home from work and grab my cousin Daryl (1st cousin 1x removed) and I and we would make the annual trek to the Sears in my hometown to have our visit with Santa. It never bothered me to hope up on Santa's lap and give him a detailed list of what I want.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.84px;"><b>Daryl, on the other hand was terrified of Santa. Every year he would declared he was going to be a big boy and not cry and scream, and every year he would hold it together while we were standing in line but the minute it was his turn to hop up on Santa's knee, he would lose it. Daryl was one year younger than me and to this day, I still pick at him about screaming at the top of his lungs every year during our visit to Santa.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.84px;"><b>3c) Nope I know longer believe in Santa. That being said I get a tremendous amount of joy from being Secret Santa to boys and girls who wouldn't have a Christmas if it wasn't for the Secret Santa's of the world. Also, even though I've been unable to participate the past two years, I also enjoying helping out at Spirit of Christmas, which the church I attend puts on ever year, because in addition to toys, sometimes children just need a pair of shoes and a warm coat to get through the winter months.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15.84px;"><b>3d) I think I was about 12 years old when I found out Santa no longer existed. I don't think I was snooping, but maybe I was, when I found the doll hidden under my mother's bed. That was the point I knew Santa was a made up thing. I don't remember being sad to discover that Santa no longer existed. I think I was more disappointed than anything.</b></span></span><br />
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In case you haven't heard, <a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank">Photobucket</a>, where I've stored pictures for years, has decided to start charging for posting pics to third party sites, which includes blogs.<br />
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While this change happened a few months ago, I'm just now finding the time to discuss it.<br />
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When <a href="http://www.photobucket.com/" target="_blank">Photobucket</a> decided to make this change, they 1) gave no warning that they were making the change and 2) made it retroactive. What this meant for those of us who used Photobucket is that the links to the pictures in our blogs were suddenly turned off.<br />
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Instead of the picture that you included when you did your post, you now get this.<br />
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In order to be able to turn your past photos back on and to be able to post in the future, Photobucket is now charging $33.33 / month or $399.96 per year. Sorry <a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank">Photobucket </a>but that's not happening.<br />
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So, I've been researching trying to find the best way to revive my blog to include the currently lost pictures. By the way, the pictures are still on Photobucket, they just don't show up on my blog.<br />
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I know with blogger, I can just have the pictures stored here with Google but am wondering if there are other options.<br />
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So I have a question for my fellow bloggers, how do you store the pictures that you use on your blog?<br />
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This is my 2nd cousin 1X removed and his wife. Mr. Phillips mother and my maternal grandmother were first cousins. His grandfather, Alonzo (Lonnie) Pierce, and my great grandfather, Cornelius Pierce, were brothers.</div>
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Since I really, really need a DNA analysis from my great grandfather's side of the family, I'm hoping that one of Mr. Phillips descendants will be willing to do a DNA analysis for me. Per my mother, one of his daughters is married to our former neighbors' son. I just need to determine where they are currently living, so that I can contact them / her.<br />
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Praying for success on this one.<br />
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The picture of cousin Lonnie Phillips and his wife's tombstone was obtained via <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=pv&GRid=122067344&PIpi=116224242" target="_blank">Find-a-Grave</a>.</div>
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I actually did a little research this weekend. Yay for me!<br />
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When I first returned to my research, way back in 2009, I was hoping that by tracing some of my grandmother's cousins, I could crack the case of my mysterious great grandmother, also know as Fannie of the many names.<br />
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Two of those cousins that I was trying to trace were Pvt. Wheeler Sharp and Willie Claude Durden. I wrote about Pvt. Wheeler "Bubba" Sharp <a href="http://georgiablackcrackers.blogspot.com/2009/10/wordless-wednesday-private-wheeler.html">here</a> and <a href="http://georgiablackcrackers.blogspot.com/2010/12/revisiting-private-wheeler-sharp.html" target="_blank">here </a>and I wrote about the Durdens <a href="http://georgiablackcrackers.blogspot.com/2009/07/madness-monday-cousins.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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My last activity on Bubba was to contact the funeral home that provided the services for his son, Avie, who died in November of 2010. 2 of Avie's siblings were still living and my hope was that my letter and info to the funeral home would be forwarded to them. I waited and waited and waited for a response but never received one.<br />
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I eventually forgot about both Bubba and Claude until this past week, when I received an email from Shelly, who informed me that her boyfriend was Bubba's great grandson and that she had come across documentation that listed Bubba's mother as Cora Durden.<br />
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I wrote her back and told her what I had on Pvt. Sharp and that his SS-5 application showed Cora Wheeler as his mother but I remembered that cousin Claude Durden's mother was named Cora, too. I also pointed out that for a brief period the two family's lived next door to each other. I also mentioned, that although Cousin Claude's SS-5 application stated that his mother was Cora Clemmons, my gut was telling me that these 3 Coras were all one in the same.<br />
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Glad I listened to my gut. It took me awhile to confirm what my gut was telling me, and even though the transcription was in error, there it was, the marriage of Warren Durden and Cora Sharp. (Cora's name had been transcribed as Cova)<br />
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So, Pvt. Wheeler was Cousin Claude's older brother, which explains the two families living next door to each other after they migrated from Walton County, GA to my home county (Cleveland) in NC. So from what I've been able to gather so far. Cora and Wheeler's Father, Ive, probably married sometime around 1890. by the 1900 census Cora was a widow with 4 children, one of which was "Bubba". She married Warren Durden in 1904 and had 2 more children, one of which was Willie Claude.<br />
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Since both of these men were related to my grandmother, I immediately assumed (rightly or wrongly) that more than likely the connection to my grandmother was on their mother's line. Unfortunately for me, just as quick as I had that bit of success in putting the brothers together, the door shut right back.<br />
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I had always wondered what happened to Cora after Warren Durden died in 1932. I've searched every record I could think of in NC and it was like she went pouf. No death certificates, no marriages, nothing. I don't know why I didn't think of this earlier but it appears that Cora may have actually gone back home to GA, as I found a death certificate for a Cora Durden in Walton County, GA that appears to be my Cora. Unfortunately, the informant did not know her parents names. What's with all these mysterious women on my grandmother's side of the family.<br />
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<li>Ancesrty.com. <em style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #36322d; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Georgia, Marriage Records From Select Counties, 1828-1978</em><span style="background-color: white; color: #36322d; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> [database on-line]. Provo, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations, Inc., 2013.</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #36322d; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">"Georgia Deaths, 1928-1940," database with images, <i style="color: #333331; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">FamilySearch</i><span style="color: #333331; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> (https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:QJX9-H2MY : 4 April 2016), Cora Lee Durden, 24 Mar 1938; citing Good Hope, Walton, Georgia, United States, Georgia Archives, Morrow; FHL microfilm .</span></span></li>
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My maternal grandmother died when I was 5 and the only true remembrance I seem to have of my Little Grandmother, which is what I’ve always called her due to her small stature, was visiting her in the hospital right before her death. When she died, I didn’t even have a grasp, yet, on the concept of death. At her funeral I remember asking my mother why is everyone crying. Mom explained that everyone was sad because grandmom was gone, which caused me to ask my next question, “how come I’m not crying?”<br />
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Even though my last visit with my Little Grandmother should have been a sad time, I don’t seem to remember it that way. It will always be etched permanently in my brain as a joyous occasion in my young life. As the years have rolled by, it’s a memory that I treasure and one that I decided to talk about.<br />
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My grandmother had been sick for some time. She knew long before she was ever diagnosed with cancer that something was wrong. I’m sure there were other times that she must have been in the hospital, although this last visit I had with her is the only one that I remember. I don’t remember the day of the week or the time of the visit just that mom said we were going to visit grandmom in the hospital. Even though some aspects of this memory are vague, I remember being excited about getting to see her. Living only one street over from my maternal grandparents and with a few of my older cousins babysitting me, I got to see grandmom almost daily, so obviously I was missing her.<br />
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When we got to the hospital, I remember I had to wait for grandmom to come down from her room, because children weren’t allowed to go up to the rooms. I thought grandmom would never arrive, but then there she was. I remember she looked frail and weak, but she also had the biggest smile for me as I was prancing up and down and I’m sure yelling grandma, grandma. Then she bent down and gave me a kiss in the usual spot that was reserved just for her. I was ecstatic. Our visit wasn’t long as I think the walk had zapped what little strength she had at that moment. I looked on with sadness as she slowly ventured back in the direction that would lead back to her room.<br />
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After the visit, mom and I went shopping for flowers. Yes, they were the plastic kind, but mom thought they would cheer grandmom up. At some point during the flower shopping expedition, I told mom I wanted my own set of flowers to give to grandmom. Mom must have said okay, because I picked out a small arrangement of pink flowers in a white vase to go along with mom’s big yellow arrangement. Afterwards, we returned to the hospital to deliver them. I don’t remember if mom took them up or if grandmom came back down but they were delivered.<br />
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On March 18, 1966, my sweet Little Grandmother said goodbye to this world. Somehow, mom managed to retrieve the flowers that she and I had given grandmom. For years, both arrangements were stored in our basement, and through the years, every time I came across them, which was often, I thought of my grandmother.<br />
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There are many days that I wish my grandmother was still here, that we had had more time together, etc, but I’m thankful for the five years Little Grandmother and I had.<br />
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This post was originally posted on <a href="http://georgiablackcrackers.blogspot.com/2010/03/carnival-of-african-american-genealogy.html">March 7, 2010</a> for the first edition of Carnival of African-American Genealogy. The theme was Restore My Name.<br />
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As an African-American whose family is deeply rooted in the South, there was never any doubt that my ancestors were slaves. Even knowing this, there are still surprises along the way.<br />
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You see I had always had this, what now appears to be, idealist notion that most plantations were gigantic. For some reason, I figured this would make it easier to find my Ancestors. However, what I now know is that at least for my ancestors there were no giant plantations, which means that while my ancestors can still be found, it just may take a bit more work, but it can be done.<br />
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As you know, to date, the only documentation I have on any of my ancestors during slavery comes through my Hosch line.<br />
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First, there is the will of Matthew Hosch that lists the names of his slaves, which includes my 2nd Great Grandmother Matilda as a girl. Approximately thirty years later, Grandma Matilda and child, more than likely Grand Uncle Allen Hosch, can be found in the appraisal and distribution of Henry Hosch’s estate.<br />
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However, my greatest treasure can never be found in old probate records, deeds, etc. My greatest treasure is the names of the “Negros” listed in the family bible of Henry Hosch and his wife Matilda. My Great Grandfather’s, Monroe Barto Hosch, birth is recorded here. If you look closely, you will notice that the recording of the births doesn’t necessarily go in chronological order, which typically means the names were added after the fact and could mean some of the dates may not be exactly accurate. For Grandpa Barto, the dates recorded in the bible correspond (1 year difference) with information provided on the 1870 and 1880 census. So, I’m fairly confident in this information and the aunthenticity of it.<br />
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I received copies of this wonderful treasure through Henry’s great granddaughter (hope I have the number of greats correct) who I’ve had contact with off and on for the past 10+ years. When I initially received the copies of their family bible, I had discussed with Pat, Henry’s descendant, about using them on my blog. I always wanted the moment that I posted them to be just right and today I couldn’t think of a better time than the first Carnival of African-American Genealogy. Having restored the name of Grandpa Barto awhile ago, it’s now time to restore the names of my collateral relatives as well.<br />
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My friend Renate, from <a href="https://justthinking130.blogspot.com/">Into the Light</a>, turned me onto this blogging challenge a little over a week ago. I immediately decided that I would participate as it would help me get back to blogging but as you can see, here I am a little over a week later and haven't posted a thing.<br />
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So, my goal is to start today and then, hopefully go back and get caught up on the days I missed. Now I admit, some of these may be previous posts from years gone by but at least it will hopefully, finally be a start in getting me going, again.<br />
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So, this first post, about one of my Ancestral Home Counties, was originally posted back in 2009 and was my musings on the book <i>How Curious a Land: Conflict and Change in Greene County, GA 1850 - 1855</i> by Jonathan M. Bryant<i>.</i><br />
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This past Monday, while waiting in the emergency room with my dad, I was able to finish reading <em>How Curious a Land: Conflict and Change in Greene County, GA 1850 - 1885</em> by Jonathan M. Bryant. I purchased this book hoping there would be a mention of my ancestors, my 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ggrandparents</span> Jasper and Jane Pierce, or at least a mention of their last slave owner. Sadly, there was no mention of either my ancestors or their owner.<br />
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Even though there was no mention of my ancestors, I am glad that I read the book as it gave me a snapshot of what was going on in the county in which they lived prior to and immediately following the civil war. This is not a full blown review of the book but just some of things I noted or that came to mind as I read the book.<br />
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One of the interesting things, based on this book, is that a great many of the slaves were able to "freely" move about and visit other farms as the patrol laws were never really enforced in Greene County. And although not legally recognized, they were allowed to marry and they were allowed to build their own church because it was thought they would do better <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">spiritually</span> if they had their own place of worship.<br />
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Maybe it was this limited Freedom during slavery that gave the former slaves of Greene County the strength and solidarity against great odds to continue to fight for their rights long after the other former slaves of GA had been put back in their place. They build their own community, Canaan, and they greatly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">impacted</span> the politics of Greene County for many years. It was a several years before Democrats came back in power in Greene County. (For those that may not know, Lincoln's party was not the Democratic party. The former slaves and their descendants were overwhelmingly Republican and it stayed this way until the 1930s.)<br />
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Unfortunately for many of the former slaves of Greene County and yes even for some of the former slave owners, Greene County put all it's eggs into one basket, Cotton, and a market economy over which they had no control. Even though I've yet to visit Greene County, I understand the effects of this decision still hang over Greene County even today.<br />
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The one thing that I confirmed by reading this book but had already suspected is that even within Greene County there was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">further</span> fragmentation depending on where one resided. My <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ancestors</span> and their suspected but yet to be confirmed owner, Jesse Pierce, lived in White Plains, GA. The White Plains and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Siloam</span> areas were known as the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Grey Lands</span> due to the light sandy soil. Those that settled this area tended to be small time farmers, usually owning less than 200 acres, with only few slaves (15 or less) and it's reported that the owner's often worked in the fields alongside their slaves. I wonder if having to work alongside the slaves they owned affected the owner's view of slavery. This fact also make me realize that it may be just a bit more difficult than even I imagined to continue past my 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ggrandparents</span> but I refuse to give up.<br />
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And lastly, I wonder what my ancestors went through in the years immediately following the civil war. Did they ever think about moving to Canaan? Did they ever try to vote? Or did they just simply want their own little piece of land to farm and raise their family? Eventually, my ancestors left Greene County. My ggrandfather and his brother Lon would eventually end up in Walton County and my great aunt Nuna would eventually end up in Atlanta. I suspect that one by one or together that the rest of my ggrandfather's brothers and sisters left Greene County, too as I've not been able to locate them past the 1880 census. I think my 2ggrandparents more than likely spent their entire life in White Plains. GGgranddad appears on the 1880 census, then never again. I've found what appears to be my gggrandmother on the 1900 census still in White Plains.<br />
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I'm still not totally back to the genealogy but I am trying to at least stay active these days. On February 4th, I attended the the Spring Genealogy Conference, African American Genealogy: Overcoming Roadblocks, at St. Augustine University in Raleigh.<br />
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Later in the month, February 25th, the African-American Heritage Ministry at <a href="http://www.friendshipcharlotte.org/">Friendship Missionary Baptist Church</a>, put on a Genealogy Showcase. I'm a member of both the church and the ministry. The ministry tries to plan activities throughout the year in order to try to educate the members of our church, especially our youth, about our history and heritage. However, most of our activities are centered around the month of February.<br />
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Several of these activities center around genealogy / family history. Last year, one of the other members of the ministry and I conducted a 1 1/2 hour presentation on getting started in genealogy.<br />
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This years event was the Genealogy Showcase. We invited the members of the church to participate and share part of their family's history. In addition we invited several of the local genealogy organizations, including <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AAGIG.Genealogy/?hc_ref=SEARCH&fref=nf">AAHGS - AAGIG</a>, Comprehensive Genealogical Services, and the Mecklenburg County Library. Guest speaker, via Skype, was Dr. Gina Paige of <a href="http://www.africanancestry.com/home/">African Ancestry DNA</a>.<br />
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Due to several events, such as the CIAA tournament, occurring that same weekend, attendance and participation was not what we had hoped for but it was still a nice event.<br />
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Here are some of the visual displays.<br />
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This first one is from my friend, Beatrice Cox. Mrs. Cox and I are the main two researchers in the ministry. She's the one I did last year's presentation with.<br />
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This next display is from our chair person, Cynthia Dumizo. Cynthia, as well as Mrs. Cox, are very active in a local group, Comprehensive Genealogical Services, which is active in finding local abandoned slave cemeteries.<br />
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This was the beginning of the display by another of our ministry members, Rosalyn Johnson. Originally, this was all that Rosalyn had planned to bring. She was planning to use a corner of my table but I ended up using my entire table, so Rosalyn ran back home and brought in some other materials. Since I was also doing a lot of running around (even going back home myself), I did not get a picture of Rosalyn's completed table.</div>
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Wow, it's hard to belief that it's already been a month since I posted about my mother and I being excited about heading off to Arkansas to meet the descendants of my Great Grand Aunt, Penny <b>Rome</b> Perkins. As a reminder, Aunt Penny was my grandfather's, Oscar Lucillous "LC" Hosch, aunt and the younger sister of his mother (my Great Grandmother), Sallie Rome Hosch Coleman.<br />
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Outside of hearing about my Great, Great Grandparents (Wyatt and Alice Rome) and Granddad's Aunt, by marriage, Mamie Rome, and granddad's first cousin, Henry Rome, I don't ever remember hearing much about other relatives on the Rome side of the family. But thanks to old fashioned research as well as the Internet, I was able to determine what happened to this branch of the tree and have written about this previously.<br />
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While at the family reunion and also via the family's family reunion site, I learned that my Great Grand Aunt and her family ended up in Arkansas thanks to her father-in-law, Bill Perkins. Bill was born into slavery in Georgia. After emancipation, Bill saved then traveled to Arkansas where he purchased 40 acres of land and set up a grist and saw mill. Arkansas was selected because Bill had heard things were better in Arkansas than they were in Georgia. At some point in time, Bill became ill and sent for his son, Wesley Perkins, Aunt Penny's husband. Bill died in 1917, leaving all his assets to his son Wesley and as they say, the rest is history.<br />
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Via blogging, as well as <a href="http://ancestry.com/">Ancestry</a>, I've had contact with several of Aunt Penny's descendants during the past 5+ years. So, as stated in my previous post, when mom and I found out about the 2016 Perkins Family Reunion. we just needed to go, even though it was on the same weekend as the Hosch Family Reunion.<br />
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So without further ado, here is a short pictorial story of mom and I meeting our cousins for the first time.<br />
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My mother meeting her 2nd cousin, Willie "Bam" Perkins for the first time at the Friday Meet and Greet. I have an entire other post that I need to dedicate to Cousin Willie "Bam". Seems that he is an famous Walmart Greeter.<br />
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Willie's father, Willie "Lane" Perkins, would have been my grandfather's first cousin.<br />
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Cousin Regina, who I also met at the meet and greet is my 3rd cousin 1X removed. Her dad was my 3rd cousin. Cousin Regina was funny. When I asked her who she was, she started spouting off all these names that I had never heard of. I had to slow her down and explain, who we were and that we didn't know them, yet.<br />
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Saturday, at the picnic at Perkins Park (part of the 40 acres that Bill Perkins purchased), we met even more cousins (some we actually met on Friday but I don't have any pictures of them from the Friday Meet and Greet).<br />
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Mom meeting her 2nd cousin Troy Perkins and his wife. I've been in contact with cousin Troy's sister, Viola, for several years. Cousin Viola is the one who passed on the information to us about the 2016 Perkins Family Reunion. Unfortunately, Cousin Viola was not able to attend, so I didn't get a chance to meet her in person which also means I don't have any pictures of her.<br />
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Cousin Essie Mae's sister, Unfortunately, I keep forgetting her name.</div>
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Cousin Kirk Perkins and his sister, Annette Perkins Jones. They are my 3rd cousins. Cousin Kirk was one of the organizers and requested that I do a short speech on how I connected with / found this branch of my family tree.</div>
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Cousin Rhea, the oldest living of Aunt Penny's descendants, mom, and me. Cousin Rhea is mom's 2nd cousin.</div>
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This is cousin Dawn, my 3rd cousin 1X removed, and yours truly. Cousin Dawn and I have been in communication for several years through Ancestry. She is cousin Essie's granddaughter and agreed to help me procure her grandmother's DNA. Yes I came to the family reunion equipped.</div>
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Pictures of Aunt Penny's husband and 9 of her 11 children. Sadly, there was no picture of Aunt Penny. Looking at the pictures of my grandfather's first cousins I could see the family resemblance. Several of my cousins would tell me that I looked like someone and mom and I were doing the same.</div>
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At the banquet on Saturday night, I connected with another one of Aunt Penny's descendants, Carissa Davis, who I had recently met online through Ancestry.</div>
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Unfortunately, the great time we were having had to come to an end. So while the others headed off to church on the final day, Sunday June 19th, mom and I had a goodbye breakfast with our cousin Vonda Perkins Douglas, one of the organizers of this great event.</div>
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By whatever means necessary, mom and I plan and hope to keep in touch with our new to us cousins. And somewhere in heaven, I just know that Great Great Grandpa Wyatt Rome, Great Great Grandma Alice Rome, Great Grandma Sallie <b>Rome </b>Hosch Coleman, Great Grand Aunt Penny <b>Rome</b> Perkins, Granddady Hosch and all of Aunt Penny's children where smiling. Just as I find gratification from finding the ancestors, I think I gain even more gratification from locating and connecting with the living descendants of long forgotten lines.</div>
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The history of Bill Perkins was obtained orally through the presentation presented on Saturday, June 18th, by Kirk Perkins and via the <a href="https://perkinsfamilyinfo.wordpress.com/history-2/">Perkins Family Reunion Site</a>.</div>
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I wrote about this branch of my tree way back in 2011, <a href="http://georgiablackcrackers.blogspot.com/2011/10/surname-saturday-perkins.html" target="_blank">Surname Saturday - Perkins</a>. It's hard to believe 5 years have passed since I wrote that post.<br />
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Anyway, cousin, Viola Perkins Haymore, one of Aunt Penny's granddaughters, forwarded the information about their 2016 family reunion to me. Viola, my mother's 2nd cousin, had invited us to their 2011 / 2012 family reunion, also. But we were unable to make that one. This year both mom and I decided we had to go.<br />
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Mom. 87 years young, doesn't know how many more of these opportunities she is going to get and since outside her first cousins, she never really knew anyone on my grandfather's side of the family, she wanted to go.<br />
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Mom and I are both excited and from what I understand, our new found cousins are just as excited to meet us. I even have a spot on the program, to give a 5 minute presentation on how I discovered this branch of my family.<br />
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In addition to meeting my Perkins cousins, I'm hoping that I'll have an opportunity to explore Little Rock some. I've never been to Arkansas, much less Little Rock. Also hoping to do some along the way exploration as we will be driving instead of flying. <br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/101/96A5CE914C6A44CFFFE34AB4101B2655.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0;" /></a>Mavishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10241988882011440597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889959884897163049.post-27820584483175985692016-02-06T19:35:00.000-05:002016-02-06T19:46:09.084-05:00Year to Date - 2016It's hard to believe we are already well into the second month of 2016. I had meant to start out the year with some fresh goals and ideas for what I planned to do this year with regard to my research but I've been busy so far this year. Although, I've not been working on my research, per say, I've been busy with the activities of the African-American Heritage Ministry at the church that I attend.<br />
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Last weekend, we sponsored an event to kick off our Black History Month activities. Although there weren't many young people in attendance, one of the goals of our ministry is to help the younger generation know of the sacrifices of earlier generations. While everyone knows of the noted historical African-American firsts, etc., the goal of the event was to make the congregation aware of those notable firsts within our own congregation. We started out by having people fill out a survey. From there there were some members of the ministry that called the respondents to get some answers to follow-up questions.<br />
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One of the people that I got to interview was <a href="http://espn.go.com/espn/blackhistory2008/news/story?id=3242729">Don Hudson</a>, who now resides here in Charlotte, NC. In 1971, Mr. Hudson became the first African-American football coach at a predominately white university when he became the coach at Macalester College in St. Paul, MN. You can read more about Mr. Hudson <a href="http://espn.go.com/espn/blackhistory2008/news/story?id=3242729">here</a>.<br />
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Today, our ministry gave a Beginning Genealogy presentation.I was one of the presenters and this marked the first time I did a presentation to someone other than family. While I was up to the 11th hour working on my portion of the presentation, I had fun preparing and giving the presentation. I'm thinking perhaps this may have marked the beginning of my next chapter in my genealogy journey.<br />
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The ministry has more events planned for the remainder of the month such as a visit to <a href="http://www.sitinmovement.org/">The International Civil Rights Museum</a> in Greensboro, NC. However, I'm not involved in any more activities until the end of the month where I'll be leading a viewing and discussion of the movie <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1020072/">Selma</a>.<br />
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So, as you can see, while I've not been busy with my own research and history, I have been busy with other genealogical and historical activities so far this year.<br />
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Hopefully, after I get through this some what hectic month, I can get back to working on my research.<br />
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So, until next time.<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/101/96A5CE914C6A44CFFFE34AB4101B2655.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px;" /></a>Mavishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10241988882011440597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889959884897163049.post-45590471285896039552015-10-16T18:44:00.000-04:002015-10-16T18:44:26.777-04:00AAHGS 2015 - Day 1 - James River Plantation ToursWell, as promised, I'm hoping to get back on track with my blogging during the Afro American Historical and Genealogical Conference (AAHGS) in Richmond, VA.<br />
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Mom and I left in the wee hours of the morning. And yes I was working off of about 2 hours of sleep in the last 48 hours. We arrived in Richmond and at the hotel in the nick of time to to catch the tour that we had signed up for.<br />
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Our first stop was the Shirley Plantation located in Charles City, VA. The Shirley Plantation is Virginia's first plantation. Shirley Plantation is the story of 11 generations of one family. The family continues to own and operate the plantation.<br />
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The second stop on the tour was the Berkeley Plantation, which is also located in Charles City, VA. The Berkely Plantation. The first official Thanksgiving was held at Berkley Plantation in 1619.</div>
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although my trusty side kick, that would be mom, has been having some issues of
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This year, our family lost one of the elder members of our family, my Aunt Frances, my mother's oldest remaining sibling. Aunt Frances lived a long and fruitful life. Still doesn't seem like she's gone. With Aunt Frances' passing, only 2 of my grandparents children now remain, my mother and her older sister, Lucille (momma was the next to the youngest).<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">FRANCES GRIER<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />On Dec. 3, 1919, in Monroe, Georgia, Mrs. Frances Hosch Parker Grier was born to the late Oscar Lucillous Hosch and Mary Magdeline Pierce Hosch. She peacefully transitioned from her temporary earthly home of ninety-five years to her everlasting heavenly home on Feb. 18, 2015, while at Kings Mountain Hospice House. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Mrs. Grier graduated high school and furthered her studies at the Tidewater Community College. During her time here on earth, Mrs. Grier held several jobs throughout her life, including working at the Pentagon in Washington, DC. Before retiring, Mrs. Grier worked for the Virginia Beach Police Department as a Criminal Records Clerk for twenty-four years. As the wife of a minister, she served faithfully as the first lady of the following churches: St. John AME Zion Church, Rocky Mount, NC; Light Oak Baptist Church, Shelby, NC; Piney Grove Baptist Church, Virginia Beach, VA; St. Paul AME Zion, Hereford, NC and St. Peter AME Zion, New Bern, NC. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />In addition to being one of the founders of Light Oak Baptist Church, her ministry service over the years included serving as the church clerk, teaching Sunday school, singing in the senior choir, leading the missionary ministry, and volunteering with the CARE Ministry. Mrs. Grier was also a member of the NAACP. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />In addition to her parents, Mrs. Grier was preceded in death by her first husband and the father of her children, James Bruce Parker; her second husband, Reverend Howard H. Grier; two daughters Vera Parker and Elizabeth Ann Parker Reid; her grandparents Cornelius and Fannie Pierce; three brothers, Willie Felton Hosch, John Robert Hosch , Melvin Hosch, Sr. (Dorothy Anderson); two sisters, Geneva Clayton Hosch Jackson(Cleveland Jackson) and Elmira Hosch Knox(Randolph Knox); one son-in-law, Max Oates; two brothers-in-law Reverend Eddie Evans and Earl W. Jones.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />She leaves to cherish her memories one daughter, Ossie Mae Parker Oates of Shelby, NC; two sons, James Parker(Ann Maddox Parker) of Shelby, NC and Rufus Douglas Parker(Ruth J. McDowell Parker) of Grover, NC; two sisters, Mrs. Lucille Evans and Mrs. Ovella Jones both of Shelby; one godson, Reverend Charlie Benson of Chesapeake, VA; one son-in- law, Robert Reid of Camden, Delaware; two sisters- in-laws, Patty Mae Watson Hosch and Catherine Sims Hosch both of Shelby, NC; 19 grandchildren; 35 great- grandchildren, 8 great-great-grandchildren, and a host of nieces, nephews, cousins, and friends.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />The family will receive friends from 1:30 until 2 p.m., on Monday, at the church and at other times at the home of her son, Rufus Parker, 247 Roseborough Road, Grover. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Funeral services will be held at 2 p.m., on Monday, Feb. 23, 2015, at Light Oak Missionary Baptist Church, with the Rev. Willie Dean Wray officiating and Rev. Jonathan Boyd delivering the eulogy. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Burial will take place at Webb Memorial Lawns. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Arrangements by Enloe Mortuary.</span><br />
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I think that is one of the reasons I'm contemplating an early retirement in say 5 1/2 years is that I want to have more time to focus on other things like my genealogy research, crafts, etc.<br />
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While doing the office clean-up, I came across something that I know I didn't talk about last year. I guess I was a little disappointed when I received it. You see, last year, I had to give another presentation during the Hosch-Pierce family reunion, so I decided to splurge and do the PatriClan Analysis from <a href="http://www.africanancestry.com/home/">African Ancest</a>ry for my maternal grandfather's line.<br />
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Several years ago, my first cousin, Larry Hosch, had done the yDNA test for me through <a href="https://www.familytreedna.com/?c=1">Family Tree DNA</a> (FTDNA). So, when I decided to splurge on the PatriClan Analysis, I ordered <a href="http://shop.africanancestry.com/Paternal-Analysis-Only-p/pca.htm">African Ancestry's Paternal Analysis Only</a>, then emailed them the results from FTDNA.<br />
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I waited ever so patiently for the results to arrive. Checked with several online genealogy buds who I knew had already used African Ancestry, who all stated that the receipt of their results didn't take the amount of time that mine were taken. They all suggested that I contact the company, which I did. At this point in time I forget the reason why they were running behind schedule but they were behind schedule. So, I waited, and waited some more. Finally, the long awaited results arrived during the last week of August.<br />
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I vaguely remember being interested when they arrived but not jump up and down excited as I've been in the past when I received ancestral DNA results but I'm making up for that now.<br />
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So, I'm proud to announce that my maternal grandfather's paternal line descends from the <b>Ibo </b>people in present day <b>Nigeria </b>and the <b>Ewondo</b> people in present day <b>Cameroon</b>.<br />
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The letter that was received with the certificate states that the Sequence Similarity Score is 100%, which means that they are 100% confident in the result.</div>
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Obviously, I now have much research to do on these two groups of people, since we don't know anything past my great grandfather, Barto Hosch, for my grandfather's direct male ancestors.<br />
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I'm sure you are wondering why initially I was disappointed when I received the results. Trust me when I say it had nothing to to do with the actual results. The disappointment was the time frame in which I received the results. Based on the time frame given at the time of ordering when I would receive the results, I thought I would have the results in plenty of time to use in my presentation at the family reunion. Sadly, I didn't receive the results until several weeks (nearly two months) past the scheduled date of receipt, which was one month past the family reunion, hence, the major disappointment. However, I do have to give kudos to African Ancestry in that they provided me with two additional certificates, for free, to make up for the extended time in getting the results.<br />
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So, I had a certificate made up for one of my 2nd cousins, who's probably the better historian / researcher on this branch of my family tree, and also had one made up for my mother. And because I was initially disappointed, I've yet to forward any of the certificates to my family members and that includes my mother. But since I'm trying to get back on the genealogical research bandwagon, my goal is to rectify that this week. My mother will be receiving hers on Friday. I contacted my second cousin today via e-mail, so that I could get his address to mail him his. And hopefully, I'll see my first cousin sometime this week and present his copy to him.<br />
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Even with the delay, I'm hoping to do another splurge this year with African Ancestry, but on the paternal side of the family this time. If I can make it happen (I'm having some unexpected expenses this summer), you'll be able to read all about it over at <a href="http://conversationswithmyancestors.blogspot.com/">Conversations With My Ancestors</a>.<br />
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So once again, until the next post, whenever that may be.<br />
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And with that comes the realization, I'm no where close to completing the bulk of my goals for the month of June.<br />
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I've not done any blogging like I had planned to do. For the most part, the only thing I've been working on is getting the office organized. I've made a big dent in this project but I've got a long way to go, still. What do you expect, I'm finding junk mail as well as other papers, some important and some not, dating back to 2005. So, it's doubtful that I will get this project completed by the end of the month as I had planned. But I can say I've made a lot of progress.<br />
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Although these items weren't among my goals. I am proud to say that<br />
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So as you see, not a whole lot but I do feel that I'm finally heading in the direction to get back to the research.<br />
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But once again, I'm going to try to put forth some effort, starting today to get back to it. Time is running out. My connections to the past are dwindling, rapidly. The saga of my ancestors needs to be ferreted out and brought to light.<br />
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So what do I hope to get accomplished during the month of June as I try to get back to my research.<br />
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Organization or the lack thereof is probably one of the main reasons, I've struggled to get back to the research. And actually, I've finally started working on this this past week. This goal has been fairly consistent over the past, however many <strike>months</strike> years.<br />
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<li>Ensure the folders I created for individuals and families are accounted for and organized. During the past few years, I've taken folders out but not necessarily always put them back in the file cabinet or taken material out of a particular folder but not always put the material back in the folder <b>(Goal Date: 06/20/15)</b></li>
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<li>I have no clue where to begin on this one. When everything came to a screeching halt, I had several irons in the fire. So the first thing will be to actually figure out where I was with the research or at least what topics I was working on. <b>(Goal Date: 06/06/15)</b></li>
<li>Once I determine what I was actually doing the last time I actually worked on my research, determine a plan of attack to try to break down some of those brick walls.<b>(Goal Date: 06/10/15)</b></li>
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On October 28th, 2014, I had to say goodbye to my faithful companion of the past 14 years. Unlike when her big brother passed in 2000, her death hit me hard because I didn't see it coming. Seemed like one day she was fine and the next she wasn't. By the time I realized something was seriously wrong, she was already in the last stages of kidney failure.<br />
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<br />Mavishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10241988882011440597noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889959884897163049.post-23276956725853013242015-01-02T07:22:00.001-05:002015-01-02T07:22:30.328-05:00Goals for 2015It's so hard to believe that another year has ended and new one has begun and I'm sure I'll be saying the same thing next year at this time. The older you get, the more time just seems to fly by.<br />
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Except for a few blog posts, I can honestly say I don't feel like I got much accomplished genealogically on the maternal side of my family.</div>
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So, I've got a few general goals to start out the new year. Later today or tomorrow, I'll list some specific goals for the remainder of the month.</div>
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So, here are a few goals for 2015. Many of these are similar to the ones posted on <a href="http://conversationswithmyancestors.blogspot.com/">Conversations with my Ancestors</a>.</div>
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<li>Get back to blogging and researching</li>
<li>Get the nearly 30 years of research I've done organized. One of these days I hope to hand all this off to someone and I would like for them to be able to figure out what I've done.</li>
<li>Plan a research trip to Greene County, GA to try to find more information on my Pierce line.</li>
<li>If time and funds allow, attend a genealogical conference, seminar, or class.</li>
<li>And most importantly, because life is so fragile and so short, do a better job of staying in touch with my family. </li>
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I'm looking forward to 2015 and hope that you are too.</div>
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Mavishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10241988882011440597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889959884897163049.post-3527753392171437922014-10-17T13:58:00.000-04:002014-10-17T13:58:00.019-04:00Funeral Program Friday - Cousin Bunt<div style="text-align: center;">
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Of all my mother's paternal first cousins who passed this past year, it was her cousin Bernice's passing, that seem to strike me the hardest. Born in the same year, separated by three months a a few days, my mother and Bunt were essentially the same age and as far back as I can remember, always seemed very close.</div>
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As mom explained it to me, she and her brothers and sisters tended to buddy up with their Hosch first cousins based on age. So, it only made sense that she and cousin Bunt would have been the two that bonded. </div>
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During my lifetime, I remember them writing each other, exchanging pictures of their children and in Cousin Bunt's case, grandchildren. I think this meant a lot to mom and especially cousin Bunt. Her daughter Pamela, whom I had never met prior to the funeral, thanked mom for all the correspondence with her mother through the years and told mom how much they meant to cousin Bunt.</div>
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After we got word that Cousin Bunt had passed, both mom and I recalled one of our most favorite times of visiting with Cousin Bunt and her family, Mom, Dad, and I were on the way back home from dad's college Alma Mater homecoming. Cousin Bunt's house was on the way home, and mom wanted to stop by and visit with her cousin. While there, her youngest daughter, at the request of dad the former band director, played her flute for us. Remembering that was a wonderful and precious remembrance and one I'll probably never forget even though at the time that it happened I think I was being a brat.</div>
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Cousin Bunt was laid to rest in the same cemetery where her parents and several of her siblings are interred.</div>
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And with Cousin Bunt's passing, it also brings the realization that mom only has one paternal first cousin left. And even though that is heart breaking but I'm also thankful that mom has gotten an opportunity to reconnect with her first cousins over these past few years and see most of them in person.</div>
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RIP Cousin Bunt. You will be sorely missed.</div>
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Cousin Bernice's "Bunt" Funeral Program is part of my personal collection. In posting her funeral program, and due to privacy concerns, I chose to black out the names of her children and grandchildren.</div>
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So, the only goal that I seem to have gotten accomplished is I got back to blogging even if all my blogging was done using memes. But hey, it's a start to finally be seeming to get back into the groove.<br />
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Blogging wise, my goal was to do a minimum of 2 posts, not including Motivation Monday, for the month of September and I actually got 2 posts done. So, for the month of October, I hope to expand upon that and get three posts done, outside of Motivation Monday posts. But folks, I'm warning you ahead of time that most of these will probably be memes but like I said earlier, it's a way to begin again.<br />
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And yes, I still have those other two goals that have been hanging around for over a year and maybe I will get them done during the next month and a half.<br />
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It occurred to me last month that I might have already read this but since I don't remember anything about it, I think even if I did already read it that it wouldn't hurt to go through it again.</div>
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In the past few years, partly thanks to me, mom and Cousin Doris had reconnected and were constantly calling each other. I too looked forward to being around Cousin Doris. She was a dear and sweet older cousin and if she was able, would do anything she could to help.<br />
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She was just as crazy about her nieces and nephews as she was her own children, grandchildren and great grands, and I swear she probably knew each and every one of her approximately 100 nieces and nephews.<br />
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