Amy Johnson Crow, of No Story Too Small, issued the 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge. The Premise: Write once a week about a specific ancestor.
My grandmother taught me the women's side of our family. "Eleanor had Catherine; Catherine had Sophie; Sophie had Emma; Emma had Gertrude; Gertrude had Eleanor; Eleanor had Eleanor; and Eleanor had you!" These are the ladies that make me want to know about their lives and keep me researching.
The second Eleanor in our family was my grandmother and you can read about her here. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so here are is more to her story.
The third Eleanor (and ME) are still living our stories, so now you have the women of my grandmother's family!
Orlandel was created by my mother from the initials of her parents - ORL and EL. Now, I use it to honor them for my roots and to keep their memory alive. They are my inspiration. My grandfather, who never knew the word "Can't" and set out to prove he could, and my grandmother, who always believed in him. Together they created a better world than the one they started with. They taught us to worship God and thank Him for each and every blessing and always give more than you take.
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Monday, April 7, 2014
52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks - Gertrude Batterton
Amy Johnson Crow, of No Story Too Small, issued the 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge. The Premise: Write once a week about a specific ancestor.
My grandmother taught me the women's side of our family. "Eleanor had Catherine; Catherine had Sophie; Sophie had Emma; Emma had Gertrude; Gertrude had Eleanor; Eleanor had Eleanor; and Eleanor had you!" These are the ladies that make me want to know about their lives and keep me researching.
Gertrude Batterton was my "Nanny" (great-grandmother) and I can remember sitting in her lap, her 'powdery' scent, and her beautiful white hair. I can also remember sleeping in her dresser drawer (pulled out and placed in the middle of the floor) the night my little brother was was rushed to the hospital. I was only excited about spending the night with Nanny that I didn't really understand what all the fuss was about. Nanny was all softness - her voice was soft, her skin was soft, and her lap was the best place to be.
She was born in August 1878 and married Clarence Thomas May 21, 1899. She had her daughter, Eleanor, in 1902. In 1909 Clarence died from TB and she moved back home with her daughter. She was terrified of losing her daughter and made my grandmother sleep with her window open so she wouldn't get TB. After the death of her mother in 1937 Gertrude moved in with her daughter and son-in-law and remained with them until her death in 1962.
Nanny had an aquarium and let her granddaughter put tadpoles in it. They loved watching the tadpoles swim around - until one morning there weren't any in the aquarium. My grandmother caught frogs for hours. But that didn't stop her, the next spring they got more tadpoles. Unfortunately, even with the addition of a top on the aquarium, the results were the same. That was the end of the tadpole watching.
Nanny never remarried and when she died on August 8, 1962 was buried beside her husband in Eminence, Kentucky.
My grandmother taught me the women's side of our family. "Eleanor had Catherine; Catherine had Sophie; Sophie had Emma; Emma had Gertrude; Gertrude had Eleanor; Eleanor had Eleanor; and Eleanor had you!" These are the ladies that make me want to know about their lives and keep me researching.
Gertrude Batterton was my "Nanny" (great-grandmother) and I can remember sitting in her lap, her 'powdery' scent, and her beautiful white hair. I can also remember sleeping in her dresser drawer (pulled out and placed in the middle of the floor) the night my little brother was was rushed to the hospital. I was only excited about spending the night with Nanny that I didn't really understand what all the fuss was about. Nanny was all softness - her voice was soft, her skin was soft, and her lap was the best place to be.
Gertrude Batterton Thomas taken by Siegel Cooper probably on her honeymoon in 1899. |
Gertrude and her Granddaughter, Eleanor. (taken about 1937) |
Nanny had an aquarium and let her granddaughter put tadpoles in it. They loved watching the tadpoles swim around - until one morning there weren't any in the aquarium. My grandmother caught frogs for hours. But that didn't stop her, the next spring they got more tadpoles. Unfortunately, even with the addition of a top on the aquarium, the results were the same. That was the end of the tadpole watching.
Nanny never remarried and when she died on August 8, 1962 was buried beside her husband in Eminence, Kentucky.
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