Leroy Francis Webb - Ancestor Saturday

It's time for looking into the life of another of my ancestors...Ancestor Saturday 2014!
He was alive at the time cowboys were riding the range, driving their Texas cattle to market in Kansas and Illinois before railroads took that job away.

I share this with Sepia Saturday HERE
Topic - old photographs hidden in a book.  (There is an old photo included below.  As well as lots of data that comes along with research about my great grandfather.) 



Leroy Francis Webb was born on Jan 14, 1856, in  Clinton, DeWitt County, TX

Died 27 Mar 1921, San Antonio, TX
He was my great grandfather.  He outlived my grandfather (who died at 28) by 2 years.

Unknown event being memorialized in 1894..."In Memory of the L. F. Webb Family"

L. F. Webb Store, Weesatche, Texas.  Apparently the gathering is of Employees, Friends and Customers.  See information about DeWitt County below, but my guess is most of these "customers" were cowboys, farmers and ranchers.

Born in 1856 in DeWitt County, an early settlement of Texas...Here's some info from Wikipedia:

In 1825, empresario Green DeWitt  received a grant from the (Mexican government) Coahuila y Tejas legislature to settle 400 families (in Texas territory).  Between 1826 and 1831 settlers arrived from Tennessee, Kentucky, Missouri, and other Southern states.

A temporary county government was set up in 1846, with the county seat being Daniel Boone Friar's store at the junction of the La Bahía Road and the Gonzales-Victoria road.  On November 28, 1850, Clinton became the county seat until Cuero became county seat in 1876.

From April 1866 until December 1868 a subassistant commissioner of the Freedmen's Bureau served at Clinton. The community of Hopkinsville was established in 1872 by Henry Hopkins, freedman former slave of Judge Henry Clay Pleasants, the judge credited for ending the Sutton-Taylor Feud. Residents began a school that was active until 1956, and established the Antioch Baptist Church.

The notorious Sutton-Taylor feud began as a Reconstruction era county law enforcement issue between the Taylor family and lawman William E. Sutton. It eventually involved both the Taylor and Sutton families, the Texas State Police, the Texas Rangers and John Wesley Hardin. The feud, which lasted a decade and cost 35 lives, has been called the longest and bloodiest in Texas history.

April 1, 1866 marked the first cattle drive on the Chisholm Trail, which originated at Cardwell's Flat, near the present Cuero (also in DeWitt County). The coming of the railroads eliminated the need for the Chisholm Trail

Mr. Webb is listed on the census in Gonzales, Texas at age 3 in 1860. His father, Samuel Webb, had been born 28 January 1827 in Vienna, Dorchester, Maryland.  His mother, Ellen Ann Delamater Webb was born 25 Jan 1842 in New York.  They had married in DeWitt County, Texas, he at age 29, she was 15.  Leroy Francis Webb had 7 siblings.

In 1870 (age 13) he lived with his parents, Samuel (a  merchant) and Ellen in DeWitt County, TX.

At 20 he married Annie Elizabeth Williams, in Goliad, TX on Aug 7, 1877.  She had been born on June 20, 1862 in MO.

In the 1880 Census, they are living still in Goliad, and he's a Retail Grocer (perhaps in  the building shown above).  He is 23 and Annie is now 18.  They have 2 sons, J.E. (2) and John (3 mos).  And in the way of families, his sisters and brothers are also living with them: Phiney, 12; Joe, 9; D. E. (female) 6; and Sam, 4.   W.E. Ramsey, age 68, is a clerk who also lives with them.  His mother had died in 1876 and his father died 8 days after his wedding in August 1877.

There is also on the same 1880 census sheet a person identifying himself as a photographer, B. Kehner, a 66 year old German and his wife.  I wonder if he is the source of the great photograph in 1894 of L.F. Webb's store.

It is also interesting to note that Leary and Leroy were given as spellings of his name, as well as Larry.  I think this was politically motivated perhaps, or maybe just transcription errors.

In the Census of 1900 his household had changed a bit.  He's 42, having been married 22 years, but still Head of General Merchandise.  His wife Annie has given birth to 7 children, 6 of whom are listed as living.  Daughter 16, Maggie E. W; 13 year old Thomas K; 11 year old Clara; and 8 year old son, Albert J. (to become my grandfather.) 25 year old Katie Avers is their houseservant.

And on that census sheet, the next listing after that household is for James E. Webb, age 21, living with his brother, 20 year old John.  These were the oldest sons of Annie and Leroy Webb.  J. E. is a bookkeeper, and John is a salesman of merchandise. I wonder if they helped in the family business.  They haven't left the area, in spite of the 1894 photo in "memorial" of the business.

Then in the census of 1910 his family is living on Lewis St, San Antonio and he's still a General Merchandise Merchant.  I would love to know what motivated the family to travel from Weesatche to San Antonio. Perhaps it was that railroad which changed the cattle drives from cowboys spending weeks on a trail to Kansas to just loading the cattle on cattle cars, though that change began when he was a child.

Annie in 1910 has all 7 of her children living, but other sources say there was a daughter who died at 5, Laura Mae.  Listed in the household, Tom is 22; Clara, 20;  Albert 18; and L. F. is 5.  A servant is 17 year old Orestes Ware.

A delightful resource is available also for 1910. The San Antonio City Directory which lists L. F. Webb as a Confectionary located at 262 San Pedro Ave, SW...with a telephone number.  He and wife A. E. live at 130 Lewis Ave.  Also listed is Thomas K. as a clerk for L. F. Webb (and living at home as well).  Miss Clara Webb is listed at the same home address, no occupation.  And 18 year old Albert is a solicitor for Conness Realty, also living with parents.

By the Census of 1920, L.F. Webb is retired as a merchant, age 61, living with Annie still at 130 Lewis St.  36 year old John is a manufacturer, living at home, as well as a daughter Mattie, age 33.   A servant is also cook.  I have no idea who this John and Mattie might be.  Their son, John would have been over 40.  He had married someone named Elizabeth Hohn.

Mission Burial Park, San Antonio, TX

In Texas Find-A-Grave, I find his family marker, and both his and Annie's graves.  She outlived him by quite a few years (dying in 1942, age 80) .  He died when he was 64 years old, on 27 Mar 1921.  I never heard if he saw my mother, Mataley Webb, who was born in March of 1917.

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The dreams of Oz

Abandoned theme park, Beech Mountain, NC.

Unless you have the backing of Disney's corporation, or maybe any multi-million-dollar corporation, your nice theme park may just go the way of this one.

A good idea isn't enough.

I don't know what is.  So I won't go into the sadness or depressed place that this picture elicits for me.

Instead I'll remember the first time I saw Oz.  And that my mother was also raised on Oz books.  This was the stuff of pushing a young person's imagination.  Santa Claus was just one story.  Think about all the stories we learned from books, before TV broadcasts where so much is already pixilated so our imagination doesn't have to figure out how big something is, or what shade of yellow those bricks were.  Of course children's books had illustrations.  Not photographs in those days.  Beautifully rendered art.

As a potter, I'm impressed with that glaze on those bricks.  Yellow is a very distinct color of glaze.

Snowy

Well, Muffin, just some days a little snow must fall.

Waking up to a medium warm bedroom when the temperature outside reads 15.7 degrees F, and since it's close to the window, frequently it's a few degrees higher than the national weather people.

But I am NOT complaining.  Many people are not only dealing with drifts of snow, but much colder temperatures.  And lots of kids are being kept out of school.  I feel for the moms and dads who have to leave for work as well as have to find day care for their kids.  It's not easy!

And kids can't really be outside playing at minus temps.  No fun.  Time for pop corn and TV and maybe even board games.  What do you remember growing up when cold weather kept you inside for days "snowbound" in one way or another?

As a child I loved puzzles, so they were part of the entertainment.  Books of course.  And toasted cheese sandwiches (the kind fried in a skillet buttered on both sides) with tomato soup for lunch.  That was when my Mom was home to give us lunch.  Cards.  Oh my yes.  My mom taught me double solitaire, War, rummy, crazy 8's, Old Maid, Hearts, gin rummy, and when my little sister was playing, Fish of course.

View behind the computer screen!

Indian Food for Indiana Foodies

Glad to see nobody eating on the patio, especially with the porcelain seat which is almost invisible in this photo!

Taste of India was nicely decorated, Bloomington, IN

And I have no idea why I didn't take pictures of the lovely and delicious food!

Almsot all the Indian men wore complete black outfits, and I would have fit right in except for my wooly hat.

Winter flowers

This poor mixed up bloom of amaryllis, which had started to sprout in the box, made it this far, and no further.  It just didn't have leaves to help it figure out what it was supposed to do.  Box must have been warm where the bulb had been stored before I purchased it.  Of course I gave it soil and water and light, but it didn't make it.  And though it's guaranteed, I threw out the box.

So the bulb is now following the proper procedures and may have leaves, and if I'm lucky, a beautiful flower like I had last year.

Two of my friends this winter, cat and amaryllis

In case not, I've got a lovely orchid to enjoy. 

When I gave one to my friend who cat sat for me, I decided to gift myself with one as well.

 It reminds me of O'Keefe's paintings.

Courthouse Square (continued)

There were more than just lights at the courthouse in Bloomington, IN

There was a great purple glow, which was hard to catch, from the street lights.

Another scene when my flash would have been nice...look in the center of the pic by the hedge...

She ran out of the hedge as we passed by, and I kept clicking photos without flash, trying to push this and that on the camera, and she just sat there frozen.  I was pretty frozen too.  What on earth is she doing living in the middle of downtown Bloomington, IN?

Fish on the Dome

There's a fish on the weather vane on top of the Monroe County Courthouse in Bloomington, IN.
I have no idea why.

When I searched on line, I found someone recently wrote a children's book about it, where the fish came down and went around town with a little boy seeing the sites.

Still don't know why.

And finally I did ask Mrs. Google about it and there are these articles explaining it's source.

http://cwcfamily.org/fish.htm

Apparently it has less civic meaning than I would have thought.  I am sure the children's book must make more sense than this!

When I got home I asked Angel what she thought of all this.  No comment.

Lights in the Square

Bloomington, Indiana court house square, that is.

 

 

I also open my mouth when closing one eye to focus...but my little Nikon doesn't have a view finder, so I didn't get into this pose at all.  Not this time.

Though we were getting cold, thus moving around quickly, we discussed the difference between an obelisk and an odalisque.  Do you know?  They sure don't look the same, though they sound very close to the same way.

 I love traveling around with sweethearts.

But no matter what I did, my flash would not work on my camera.

More views from the square next week!

Colonel Richard Bass Ancestor Saturday

Note to my occasional readers: I plan to post a genealogy record just once a week (Saturdays) for the next year...so some of my ancestors may not be honored on their actual birthdays.  I've got too much else to talk about, and there are really a million people on that family tree, going back to someone named Lillith and Adam.

Richard Bass was born in Perry County, AL on 3 JAN 1819.  He was the father of my grandfather's mother, Bettie Bass Rogers.  He served in the Confederate army in Mississippi (from Texas).


His father's estate had a petition against it which gives Richard's birth as 1814.  This date is not corroborated by his census data as well as his grave marker which all reflect an 1819 birth.  So the legal petition in Alabama was wrong apparently.  Another source has him born in NC rather than AL.  Wherever he was born, he was the youngest of 8 children of his parents, and his father died when he was very young, and he was raised by a step-father. His mother was Julia Ann Holloman Bass Green.  Father was John Bass, both from Wayne County, NC, which is near where I currently live.  His step-father was Jetson Green, who raised him from when he was around 6 years old.

He married Mary Ann Elizabeth Powell on 12 Oct, 1839 in Perry AL, at age 20.  They moved to Louisiana, Union Parish, by the time he was 30, according to the 1850 US Census records.  The birth places of his children put that move between 1841 and 43.

Then the family moved again, according to 1860 Census records, to Walker County, Texas.  His age is listed incorrectly as 20, though he is definitely 40.  At the cusp of the Civil War he was middle aged.

Downtown  Huntsville, Walker County, Texas 1870s

Next census for 1870 shows him in Walker County, working as a merchant, rather than a farmer as he had previously identified himself in census reports.  Being a merchant meant he probably lived closer to a town at this time, perhaps Waverly, where he died.

Ancestry lists 5-11 children for the family.  But nick-names might be the source of some of these children, though their dates again are different.  According to census records, at least one child was a cousin who lived in their household and moved with them.  Emily W. Traylor, b. in 1847 in LA was Mary Ann Powell's cousin, and I'm not sure the exact relationship, but several Traylors were reported in various Powell and Bass households in the census reports.  Most of the Bass children were born in Waverly, Texas or Walker County, Texas.

Col. Richard Bass died 5 May 1880 in Waverly, Walker County, TX, where he is buried.  The Handbook of Texas History says

In 1986 all that remained of Waverly was a cemetery, a nearby Presbyterian church, and a rural subdivision called Old Waverly, which had a population of about fifty people. Texas historical markers were erected for Old Waverly in 1969 and for the Waverly Cemetery in 1978.

More information about the settlers moving to Waverly includes this:

In the autumn of 1852 some 300 people from Alabama, including slaves, moved into the Waverly area. The town was surveyed, mapped, and incorporated in 1858. According to popular legend the town was named for the Waverly novels of Sir Walter Scott. Some considered Waverly to belong to the South of "moonlight, magnolias, and landed gentry." In reality it was a small enclave of the slave-plantation system imported from central Alabama. Waverly Institute, consisting of a male and female academy, was established in 1856. A post office operated from 1855 until 1872. A Masonic lodge operated from 1861 to 1865, and Methodist, Presbyterian, and Episcopalian congregations were started in town.

What became of the tiny town?

In 1870 San Jacinto County was formed from a part of Walker County, including the Waverly area. At that time Waverly leaders, in fear that the Houston and Great Northern Railroad would bring "tramps and ignorance to the town and kill cattle," refused to give the railroad right-of-way. In doing so they ensured the rapid demise of Waverly. The town of New Waverly was established ten miles west of Waverly in 1870 to take advantage of the railroad and became a prosperous town .

A bit more information can be found here...about Waverly, Texas. 

I'm submitting this post to Sepia Saturday, for the reason that it has some relationship to transportation, in that the town of Waverly failed because of their decision to not allow the railroad access to it...and just because I like sharing my ancestor stories there.  It's one of the few places that I know folks seem interested in photos and stories having to do with history!  Come over to see more...HERE.

Kendra & Shiva

So long, Jinni

May her journey to the summerland be easy, and may her friends and family know peace. 

Last night, not having stayed awake till midnight, I had some emotions churning away that prodded me awake around 2:30 am.  (It could have been the delicious but high fat dinner as well.)

Anyway, I couldn't sleep, and decided to write (journal, not publishable) what was going on.  And eventually I saw what years of therapy would show me.  Would I remember it this time?  I hope so.

(And the heading of DON"T POST THIS didn't work, so it was actually out there, my totally bare psyche for about 20 minutes this morning.  I will not try journalling in that way EVER again.)

After my journaling, I checked my emails, and there was "bad news."
That subject line, especially from the husband of an old friend, made me take a deep breath before opening the email.

She was failing and not expected to live through the night.

Jinni on the left while a teen in 1957

Oh no.  I thought how she had just gotten back in touch on emails, after a month or so of silence.  During that month I knew she and her husband had been moving to get the treatment that they both needed for medical care.  And I knew she wasn't happy about it, since this is a very strong, independent woman.

So I answered Jim's email, saying that if he got a chance to talk with her in her coma, I'd appreciate his giving her my personal message.  I knew he was having a tough time.

I posted my sadness on FaceBook, but since I'd just posted my wishes for a Happy 2014 including a picture, the sad message disappeared from NewsFeed almost immediately.  It doesn't matter.  I will talk with my good friends soon and experience my grief in person.

Then I lay down in bed...suddenly unable to get warm.  I couldn't sleep.  I couldn't cry.  So I thought of communicating through the other ether, the web of the spiritual connection that we all know of, but seldom try using. I started singing the chant that Jinni and others had sung back in the days when we gathered in circles as women, as pagans.

I sang and sang and sang...the cats immediately came to my side and gave their homage to this goddess woman.  Hours later, and a few tears as well, I turned off the light.

When I woke during the night, it was again tossing and turning, not being able to accept and let go of my friend.  I imagined a version of Pagan heaven, with great images of all the young people having a good time (and I won't give you details, because if you're Pagan you already know them, and if you're not, you have your own images to put there in front of you.)  Everyone had gone back to the prime of their lives, rather than the old or infirm physical states that they left their bodies in.

I thought at one point of how I've been emailing Jinni for the last 13 years, as well as another friend who I knew from the same time in school (high school and early college years).  I thought I could consolidate all her emails and send them to her husband.  Then I remembered that her emotions sometimes weren't that positive towards him...and I wanted to respect that.  But there are plenty of other emails that I could gather together.  What a job that would be.

The things that I remember from those emails were her great stories about her life...and her father who died in WW II.  Jinni could spin a yarn in an excellent way, touching the fiber of your being.  She also had an alter ego of Motorcycle Mama that let loose her wild side.

She spoke of having belonged to circles of like-minded ritual followers.  She spoke of friends she had lost.  And she shared a CD of goddess chants with me.  I'll be digging that out and playing it today when I cast a Tarot spread in her honor, and meditate as I let go, as I see her true being, and send love to her family.

New Year dinner

One pan dinner in 420 degree oven...roasted asparagus, oven fried potatoes, dijon crusty salmon.  See below for recipes.

Roasted asparagus is standard...wash and cut the bottoms of thin asparagus.  Lay on shallow pan, drizzle 2-3 tablespoons olive oil over it, and toss to cover completely.  Sprinkle 1-2 Tablespoons of  parmesean cheese over, 1 teaspoon sea salt, and garlic over the asparagus.
Oven cook frozen french fries.

Dijon Salmon.
2 filets of salmon (1/2 pound)
2 tablespoons dijon (wet) mustard
1 tablespoon basalmic vinegar
1 teaspoon soy sauce

mix the wet ingredients with 1/2 teaspoon dry mustard

mix 2 tablespoons chopped pecans with 4 crumbled crackers or 3 tablespoons breadcrumbs

pour 1/2 of the wet sauce over the salmon, turn the filets and coat the other side also
sprinkle the nut crumb mixture over completely.

I used a foil mini-pan under the salmon to keep it's juices separate on the bigger baking sheet.  This also kept the olive oil from mixing with the salmon.

Cook everything for 10 minutes, checking the asparagus for tenderness and the salmon for flakiness in center.  Mine were all done in 12 min at 420 degrees.

2013 review

Edited June 2014, removing faces of myself.

OK, this is the chance for me to go back through this year's blogs, and see what is worth repeating at the end of the year.  Before doing so, I think of 2 trips, and very little else.  But we shall see in a minute (or 60)

Well, I did some good things, come to find out.  I formed "Team Grandmama" to consider the future of my life as my finances dwindle away.  It doesn't have any answers (financial, or decisions of a team made up of my friends and my sons...which haven't really discussed this for a while.) 

On Jan 1, I started a new blog with pictures of the town I live in, and areas of North Carolina.

And I posted in Feb....

The Sahara Peace Choir, with Annelinde Metzner /Linda is our leader, and for our next concert has written all the songs we will be singing.
We sang together in a lovely public concert at White Horse Black Moutain.

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I noticed early in the year, I posted several times with quotes that were in different colors, and since I changed the color of the blog background, these quotes have disappeared.  I'm learning more about blogging every day!

I also remember that Feb. was when I started looking at my ancestor's birthdays and posting about them.  Unfortunately as I look back, I see things that just weren't true.  But it was the information that I surmised, before learning to look for original documents to obtain the dates of a person's events in their lives.

I then got bronchitis for the first time that year in March, went to ER, where they said, yes you have bronchitis, and a tiny spot on your lung (maybe the Xray machine was dirty?) which needs to be checked later.  I did, an MRI I think.  It was miniscule.  And when I again had bronchitis in Nov. and the same ER looked, there was no spot showing at all.  I did feel worse in Nov, and went to ER earlier, but it lasted 3-4 weeks and I missed going to Thanksgiving with family in FL...and had one week of feeling pretty good and got the same thing again.  That time (by Christmas) I decided not to stay home in bed, but went to Indiana anyway.  Found I could sleep through the night if I took a pill of Musinex, so I wasn't completely exhausted by the cough.

I blogged an honorary post for my mother's birthday in March (HERE)  I can see much of her life in photos, as well as much of my own.

I stole an ad from REI on April Fools Day.


I took some lovely photos of spring in Black Mountain, which is always absolutely gorgeous.

I got someone else to dig the holes, and I planted 2 rose bushes which had buds.

And in April I thought I could probably garden a bit this year. 

I purchased many more seedlings than I could care for!

 I spent many Saturday mornings with my MudBuddies at the Tailgate Market...sometimes selling pots.



 I began seriously looking on Ancestry DOT com to see actual records from birth death and census data of my ancestors.

I accepted a nomination to serve on the Board of Trustees for my church.

Micajah Rogers and Cyntha Rogers' graves in Texas

 And Micajah's father's grave is marked as well...back in Sevierville, TN.



Two years after the earthquake and tidal wave destruction in Japan, this came to my attention...
"A June 18 New York Times article by Hiroko Tabuchi — “High Levels of Radioactive Strontium Found in Groundwater Near Fukushima Plant” — alerted us that Tepco has found strontium-90 and tritium well above their legal limits in the groundwater at the Fukushima Daiichi site."

This is going to affect us in the US eventually.  We need to have awareness of our globe.

So I look forward, and I look backward, and try to preserve some sanity in the now.

June also meant the beginning of my hands cramping as I worked holding tools.  So I ended up going to a specialist, who had me stop doing pottery for a month.
 I wrote:
"While my fingers continue to heal and I do my exercises instead of pottery, (and I've got more pottery than I know what to do with anyway,) the computer has become my pal."

June was also when Raleigh NC began holding Moral Mondays...

citizens demonstrating their dissatisfaction with the legislators

And in July I went to a talk about an ammendment to the constitution


I posted about the 4 elements, Fire, Water, Air and Earth.   Here's part of my post on July 10.
"The universe of everything might be considered earth.  The wonders of the way stars travel through space and interact in galaxies.  That all atoms are reused over and over in different things...I always love hearing that we are made of star stuff.  The miracles of natural laws.

Earth the planet we live upon is in trouble. 

So what are you doing about it?

I won't go any further, just remind you who is in charge of your life.  mmm, not me.

OK, the other thing about earth to mention of course is that non-renewable resources are going to be gone someday soon.  These are minerals, fossil fuels, and the things that our culture is standing upon.  No doomsday naysayer me...no way.  I just say, start living in a renewable way.

This week, in my life, I'm cutting down my paper products use, which aren't non-renewable, but they do cost non-renewable resources to process.  I just went through the clothes about to be recycled to GoodWill, and took all the old 100% cotton tee shirts out and cut them up to have washable rags. When I was growing up, my depression-survival parents had a rag bag.  Now paper towels will be used even less around the house.  ( I cut up the tee-shirts so I'd know which things were rags when I washed them with my tee-shirts I still am wearing)

I admit I've failed with my compost heap.  Gardening for me hasn't worked too well this year.  But I started growing things, and I keep looking at those green tomatoes and smiling.  Maybe they will turn red next week?  The earth has blessed me with her bounty with a zillion green tomatoes.

Do you know of at least three activist movements against earth destruction?  Why not?

Here's the link to Wendell Berry's Manifesto: The Wild Farmer Liberation Front.

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My dear friend Martha visited me twice this year!




And I even posted about some of my blog friends:
"I really enjoy the friends I read/visit on their blogs almost every day.  These are real people talking about their very real lives.  Vicki Lane had her car side-swiped on the way home from teaching a writer's workshop the other day.  Gary Rith amuses me with his creative pottery and dog and cat pictures, and strange vegie gluten free recipes.

Ronni Bennett is one that never fails to give me insights and/or amusement...at Time Goes By

Hecate Demeter lets everyone know all kinds of things about our old religion, the one before patriarchy became so popular, the one that has goddesses including Columbia who stands atop our Capitol building in DC, which is named after Columbia after all...anyway, I like most of her blogs. 

So now I'm going off to Sepia Saturday to catch up on a lot of interesting trivia.  When you say you never stop learning, this is definitely a great way to prove it.  (Plus there's no test.)

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I took part in a Mountain Moral Monday in Asheville in the summer with friends.


In August I posted about more ancestors...including lots of photos from old albums, as well as some from Find a Grave DOT com.  It's been a great source of information.

His grave is in Elk Creek Baptist Cemetery in Spencer County, KY

Spencer County was formed out of Shelby County, when my ancestor lived there.  And I drove around Shelby County in December when returning home from Indiana.

But I get ahead of myself.

On Aug 17 I posted about my Native American connection.  One that I can find anyway.

"I'm 11 generations removed from a full blooded Native American ancestor.  That doesn't give me a very big percentage.  And I'm not forgetting that most of my ancestors were Western Europeans mainly from England.  I just have learned about great grandmother, Bettie Bass' grandmother however many times removed, Elizabeth Tucker Basse, and am thrilled."

My birthday included coughing to the extent that I postponed a planned hike to Linville Falls with a friend.  But it wasn't enough to go to ER, so I didn't think of this as full blown bronchitis.

Sept had lots of my activities continuing as usual.
Oct. I chose to have one of my posts published by Sepia Saturday to celebrate 200 postings. I chose the following:

Eugenia Booth Miller, 69 years before me

But all the comments, and my note from Oct 26, were not published, and thus it's rather short and dry.  The book is now in the hands of my sons.

I finally made it to Linnville Falls.

I was worried about my elder cat's health from Sept till Oct.


She had her teeth cleaned, and didn't need any pulled after all.  She no longer was leaving little piles on the bed, so the anal gland treatment must have solved that.

I spent Halloween in CT with one of my sons and his family, and enjoyed their busy life completely.



 



I had a successful (surprisingly) first studio tour.

I finally posted about my great-grandmother who I thought had died when my grandfather was a baby...not true it turned out. Bettie Basss Rogers.

My drive to Bloomington, IN was uneventful but long...and I had a nice visit with my youngest son and his girl friend for Christmas.  They don't celebrate it, but I always have, at least to decorate a bit, and share good food, and give loved ones presents.