There’s nothing like remembering when and each week with my on Flashback Friday (previously under Genealogy) posts I try to share family memories and photos. If you like a taste of nostalgia then I invite you to read these posts:
Are you a family record keeper ~ a collector of tears and laughs, photographs and stories of the past?
Thanks for stopping by. I invite you to come back tomorrow for Meet my grandparents part IV. It’s time to hit the road again and I hope you’ll hop in the backseat for the ride as I head over to meet a few of my fellow A2Zroadsters.
Good-morning, kittens & dawgs! In Meet my grandparents Part 1, I introduced my maternal grandparents, Joy Payne and Joe Crockett Hagerman. This morning, I want to share old photos of my grandma’s parents and siblings.
Allow me to introduce to you my great-grandparents, Samuel Frederick and Hattie Keaton Payne.
My great-grandparents with youngest daughter, Ina. Circa late 50s to early 60s in Jolo, WV up the same holler (Groundhog) my maternal grandparents lived.
I was very young when my great-grandparents moved from McDowell County West Virginia to Bland County Virginia in the small community of Rocky Gap. We didn’t visit often, but when we did it was a special treat. One of the fondest memories I have of Grandpa Payne is when he brought out, Mr. Ed, a talking (pull string) horse hand puppet. I thought that was the neatest thing ever and I always begged to see Mr. Ed every chance I got.
I’m not entirely sure the year of these pictures, but I suspect the left shot was in the mid to late 60s and the right photo is from the late 70s to early 80s. Another memory I have is Grandpa’s coin collection. I don’t remember a lot about it other than I thought it was really cool. Maybe, I just liked all the shiny coins and the thoughts of all the candy I could buy with them. I remember Grandma being a sweet old woman who didn’t have teeth. Well, she had dentures but wouldn’t wear them. I think they were ill-fitting and not comfortable to wear. It amazed me how she could chew up just about anything with bare gums. My children never knew their great-great grandparents.
Grandma & Grandpa Payne’s children. From L to R: Joy (my grandma), S.F. (Sam Frank, Jr), Della Campbell, Gayette White, Helen Blankenship, Janet McDonald, and Kenneth. Siblings not pictured Freeman, Larry, and Ina Page. Photographed in the 80s in Rocky Gap, Virginia.
This will be my last Flashback Friday link up party (not posts) until September. This hasn’t been a huge success and I wonder if I should dismiss the use of it altogether. What do you think?
Leave a trail, so we can find our way back to you! 😉
This summer I’m slowing things down in Blogosphere. It just makes sense to step back and enjoy the long days. I won’t completely vanish from the net. You’ll spot me from time to time making rounds, commenting, and sharing short posts. Meanwhile, let’s celebrate making new friends together and we can begin by joining Friendship Friday and Follow Who? Social-Weekend blog hops. Thanks for visiting. Don’t forget to stop by tomorrow for a little boogie session with Saturday Songsuasion!
Good morning, kittens & dawgs! I interrupt the regular program to bring you this special announcement…. I preëmpt all routine posts to bring you my contributions to this month’s largest blogging event. Don’t worry, normal posting will resume next month like clockwork (I hope). Meanwhile, I invite you to stick around to enjoy the #AprilA2Z fun!
How are things with you? Life is good. In Meet my grandparents part I, you met my maternal grandparents. Today, I want to tell you what I know about my other set of grandparents in the Old Days – Meet My Grandparents Part II!
The history on my dad’s side is a bit sketchy at best. I didn’t spend a lot of time with my paternal grandparents as I did my other set of grandparents. Although, Dolly is younger than my daddy I felt this song was right for this morning’s music choice. Let me start by introducing to you my grandmother….
Grandma is the sweetheart to the far right in this vintage photo. I don’t know who the others are, but in time I will gather their names. Photographed circa 1924
My paternal grandfather is a bit of a mystery, but grandma named Daddy’s biological father years ago. Long story short (maybe another time), Grandma never married. Meet…
The woman in the photo is Arther Lester’s wife (not my grandma). I borrowed this photo from a relative on Facebook or Ancestry.
In my young years, Grandma lived with old man Lige Estep. This is another story in itself and I doubt I’ll ever learn everything to give the story justice, but Lige is Grandma’s step-father.
Pictured left to right: Lige Estep, Grandma, Daddy, and an unknown woman with a little girl. Kneeling in front is Dee Roberts (Daddy’s brother) and an unknown boy. I suspect it’s the mid-50s judging Daddy’s youthful appearance.
Grandma was a kind person full of laughs. I don’t think I ever saw her mad in all of my life. I recollect fondly of her with a cup of coffee in her hand and always laughing about something someone shared. In many ways, I see this very quality in my daddy. Of course, I have seen my daddy mad, but this post isn’t about him. lol
Grandma died from cancer in September 1980. She was 72 years old. Her story has interested me for years and I want to write a fiction novel loosely based on her life. I penned a snippet a year ago, but I have yet to finish penning my inspirations. I guess I time to get off my duff and do something about it!
What is your favorite, old days memory? Do you draw inspiration in your writings from old family members? Have you recorded digitally (audio or video) any of their old stories?
)Good-morning, kittens & dawgs! Did y’all have long holiday weekend? It was nice to spend the extra day with DH. On Saturday, we took a trip to Brevard, NC which sits at the edge of Pisgah National Forest. Come back tomorrow for a little photo share from our visit. Sunday, we stayed home and watched the last of the NFL play-offs. We rooted for the Packers, but in the last two minutes of the game the Seahawks got with the program and pulled off a victory. The second game, we figured there would be no contest between the Patriots and Colts. And, as it turned out, we were right. The Patriots ran away with the game at 45-7. So, Boston and Seattle will go head-to-head in Super Bowl 49. Who will you root for?
I’m happy you decided to join me this morning. Recently, I started digging into my family’s past and kicked off my genealogy series with Meet my parents and this morning I want to introduce my maternal grandparents to you.
Meet Joe Crockett & Leatrice Joy Payne Hagerman. Photographed taken in 1944. I recall Grandma saying she was 18 in this picture. They would have been newly married, no doubt. My mother wasn’t born yet. I think this was on their old homestead in Groundhog Hollow in the town of Jolo, West Virginia (McDowell County).
Click to enlarge. In the coming weeks, I’ll explore and share with you the various branches of the Hagerman family tree.
Born in McDowell County in southern West Virginia on May 15, 1924 as Joe C. Hagerman, Grandpa was known by most as Crockett.
Grandpa was lanky and dubbed the nickname Stringbean which was perfect fit.
Click to enlarge. This is the Payne branch of my family tree, which I’ll explore and share with you in future installments.
On June 11, 1926 Leatrice Joy Payne was born. I remember Grandma telling me she was named after a well-known silent film star.
Joy was a good name for Grandma with her sweet personality which radiated joy through her smile.
Grandpa enlisted in the service during WWII, but it’s unclear if he actually saw combat. My grandparents married July 11, 1944 and my mother was born in 1945.
Pictured left to right: Grandpa, his SIL ~ Fannie, grandma, & his brother ~ Ulysis.
Grandpa worked in the coalfields of West Virginia and like many miners, the Black Lung disease forced him out of the mining industry. Life was simple in the hills. They tended a garden in the warm months and kept chickens & hogs. I think they had cow and a horse, but my memory isn’t 100% certain or not. Gathering eggs with Grandma was a bit frightening. The old hens would fly around in the coop and I was afraid they’d scratch my eyes out or peck me to death if they get tangled in my long locks, but still I followed close behind Grandma to lend a hand. Why I even helped to slop the hogs with Grandma or with one of uncles. Both chores were smelly, but I don’t think I minded too much. That was just the way things were.
This is just a sweet picture of my dear grandparents. Grandma was always the more serious one and Grandpa a bit more goofy. You can really see their love for one another in this photo. I miss them so much.
My grandparents were decent, hard-working, and charitable folks. Grandpa was an old timey preacher. He didn’t need to attend seminary school like many do today. In fact, the only education he ever got was in grammar school. Everything he learned about God came straight from the Bible and everything God placed on his heart, he spoke to others. His service to God was non-pretentious and true.
In my early years, I learned how faith worked through my grandparents. Every time I was sick, grandpa and grandma prayed over me. Any time, I had an achy tooth or sore ear, I asked them to talk to God to make me well. When I got hurt, they touched my body and asked God to remove the pain. I don’t recall ever a time that my suffering wasn’t made better when I asked for them to pray for me. Teaching a small one that faith is the belief in the unseen is an essential first step for a child to understand God’s gift of eternal life.
Pictured from left to right: Grandpa, my son ~ Austin, me, my aunt~Mary Lou, and Grandma. Image captured July 2011 a few months before Grandpa passed. I am grateful to have that last visit with them both, but especially with Grandpa.
Grandpa and Grandma ministered not only to a person’s spiritual needs, but to their physical necessities. They worked in a program providing food and clothing to the under privileged. My grandparents were the type of people who would give the shirt off their backs to help another. Their hearts were pure gold. Looking strictly from a monetary stance, I don’t know how they got by except to say God provided for them daily and I know they felt richer for it.
In 2011, Grandpa went home to heaven. My grandparents celebrated 67 wedding anniversaries. At the close of my grandparents’ lives, I truly understood their devotion to one another. They were more than husband and wife. They were best friends, soul mates, and life partners to the end. December 2012, the circle completed as Grandma crossed into heaven to be with Grandpa.
If you knew my grandparents, please share a story about them with my readers in the comments section. Next up, I’ll share my paternal grandparents in Meet the grandparents part II. I hope you’ll join me for the next installment of the Roberts/Hagerman Genealogy.
Hello, kittens & dawgs! How’s life treating you? Years ago, we bought two hardcover books about DH’s Kennedy/Horn family heritage and ever since then I wanted to learn about my family background. Last month DD#2 inspired me to do my own digging with ancestry.com after she mentioned it. So, here goes nothing! I’d like you to meet my parents: Joetta Hagerman and Oscar Roberts
image was snapped inside my maternal grandparents home in Jolo, WV (Groundhog Hollow). My mother is about 14 or 15 here. My Dad is 7-years her senior. The small child is of my second cousin, Michael Campbell (son of Della Payne & Charlie Campbell).