A Phenice Frankenphoto

Sylvan, Myrtle, and Grace Phenice in 1907.

Sylvan, Myrtle and Grace Phenice circa 1907.

This is an unusual looking photo, isn’t it? It’s been pieced together a bit like that famous monster. That wasn’t the plan when I first decided to post this photo, but it came about from the story I wanted to tell. I also want to refer back to a couple of previous posts. I had once said that I didn’t have a photo of my grandmother when she was a youngster. I even suggested that she might have not liked the way she looked when she was younger and got rid of the photos. (I was thinking that I mentioned that in the Pool Post, but actually it came from the Graduate Post.) I also mentioned that I had discovered some old photos back in November. (That one was from a followup to the Camelot Post.)

So this is one of the photos that I discovered in a box of old negatives that I have had since the 1980s. At least the main portion of the photo is from that photo. Around 1982 Grandma (my maternal grandmother Myrtle Phenice Bucklin) asked me to take some photos of some of her old photos. So I borrowed some of her old photos and took some black and white photos of them with my old Canon SLR camera. She paid for the film, of course. I was a poor college student at the time after all. When I got the prints in, I gave her a set of prints, some of the negatives, and returned her old original photos. My set of prints and negatives went in a box. They were just old pictures. I didn’t want them in my photo albums.

Fast forward to November 2016. I went looking for some other negatives that I wanted and came across these old black and white photos that I had completely forgotten about. They made a liar out of me. I said that there were no early photos of her. And I had one all along. Fortunately the names were written on the back of the photo. The boy in the photo is Sylvan Austin Phenice who was born Nov. 23, 1901. He was the first child born to Harry Clifton Phenice and Daisy Keys Phenice. In the middle of the photo is my grandmother. She was born Myrtle Daisy Phenice on Dec. 19, 1906. The other girl in the photo is Grace Leona Phenice, who was born Dec. 14, 1903. They were all born in Louisiana. The family lived in Colorado for a short time after the birth of Grace and before the birth of Myrtle. (See Gold Mine Post)

But in finding the “lost” photo, I realized something else. I had a piece of the original photo in a group of photos that I had gotten from my mom. I didn’t know who was in the photo or what the rest of the photo was, but I knew that part of the photo was missing. The original piece that I had is what makes up the head of Sylvan in the upper left portion of the photo. So now I know that the missing part of the original photo is my grandmother as a toddler. Where, oh where, is the rest of the photo? Don’t I wish I knew! As you can see, the detail in the original is much better than the photo I took in 1982. And I thought I was being so clever!

Well, at least I found this old photo of my grandmother. And I identified part of the original photo. And remembered something else. Remember when I said that I wondered if my grandmother got rid of her old photos because she didn’t like the way she looked in them? That was so far from reality! My mom has a baby photo of herself that was from a contest she won. Something like “Gerber’s Cutest Baby” or some such thing. Well I can remember my mom saying that Grandma used to say, “Well I was a cute baby, too.” and probably showed my mom this old photo to prove it. And from what I could tell, it seemed like there was a bit of contention about who had been the cutest baby. Some people’s children!

A Doctor and His Patient

Grampa Max makes a house call.

What can you say about a photo of a man and a cow?  I guess I’ll try to give you something!  I came across this photo last year when we cleared out our Lucy Street home in Jennings.  My dad must have collected some old photos and had them stashed away in the big closet in the “running” or “dance” room of the house.  I don’t ever remember seeing the photos.  He didn’t take them out and show anybody that I recall.  I guess he was just saving them until I could get my grabby little paws on them!

But it seems to run in the family.  Maybe it’s genetic?  Because my cousin Tricia found some old photos in her mom’s (my aunt Wana’s, my dad’s sister Wana’s) attic.  And from what I can make out about the way the photos are displayed, an old photo album of MeeMaw’s must have been dismantled and divided.  Take this photo of Vincent Maximilian Patureau (my great grandfather,  “Grampa Max” to my dad) which was pasted onto a white page with several other small photos as an example.  There were a few pages like this that were part of my dad’s collection.

Then Tricia found her mom’s collection just before the family reunion last June.  She showed me a few of them and sure enough, some of them were on the same type of white paper.  I’m hoping some of the other cousins might find more in the future.  Or maybe Daddy and Wana were hiding them because they took all of them and didn’t want their siblings to know about it!  That doesn’t really sound like them, so I’m still hoping for more to show up.  I need to replenish my supply for these Throwback Thursday posts!

As I said earlier, this is Grampa Max, the family veterinarian in Lafayette sometime around the mid 1920s.  The cow is obviously his patient.  Jacko wants to know where the baritone is to call the cow.  I told him that the cow was sick, so the vet had to travel to the cow.  (We saw his nice car in a previous post.)  He seems satisfied with that explanation.  Actually, the cow in the photo seems satisfied as well.  I’m not exactly sure what the nature of the call was, but I’m thinking that this is a happy customer.  And as the old saying goes, a happy cow makes for a happy family!  I’m glad that some of Grampa Max’s visits had happy endings.  I hope that most of them did.  I know that some of them did not, but that story is for another time.

A Keys Keepsake

I thought I’d do something a little different for the start of the year.  I’m not stopping the vintage photos with stories, but I thought I’d do something different from time to time.  I’ve been thinking of doing this for a while and now is a good time to start.  So this the the first of the Keepsake Throwback Thursdays.  The more I talk to people about family history and such, the more I find out about different treasures that have been passed down through the generations.  I am hoping to take photos of some keepsakes that other people have so they can be shared with the family.  Just like the old photos, you can share them and keep your treasure at the same time.

This week I’m going back to the 1880s in England.  It was a time before all of our modern conveniences.  It was a time before this branch of the family had left Europe.  It was a time of myths and legends, kings and castles.  Yes, you heard that right, castles.  (You also heard the myth part, too, right!?)

In 1883 my great great grandmother Martha Ann Cook Keys had a problem on her hands.  Her second son Leonard, who was 10 at the time, had come down with diphtheria.  It is a very dangerous disease and in fact a few years earlier in England, two members of the royal family had died from it.  So it was a scary situation.

She called a doctor to see to her ailing son, but the doctor just wanted to know if her husband was home.  When she inquired as to why he was asking this, the doctor said that Leonard would probably die that night.  The doctor left without offering any hope, but Martha did not give up.  She decided to take the situation into her own hands, literally.  She put a finger down Leonard’s throat to break the membrane that can form and kill a person.  It was a risk, because this could also lead to hemorrhaging.  She was fortunate that it did not and Leonard began to recover.

Cross stitch

Cross stitch by Leonard Keys from 1883 in England

His recovery took a while, so Martha sent him to stay with her Aunt Jane for a while.  She must have been a very important person because she lived in a castle.  Or so goes the family legend.  I have not been able to find any resources that proved that the family owned a castle at one time.  But I haven’t found any that proved that we didn’t either.  My mom always seemed to believe that there was a family castle, so it must be true. It was while he was recovering in the lavish luxuries (minus modern conveniences, of course) of the family castle that he did this cross-stitch sampler.

For those of you a little older than me, you may remember this item hanging in the house of Daisy Keys Phenice.  Mama said that is was hanging in her house for YEARS before it was given to her by her grandmother Daisy.  And that is why it is still in my family.  It was given to my great grandmother by her brother because he undoubtedly wanted her to have it.  For those younger than me, one day I will pass it on to someone deserving.  Or at least desiring!

Slabsters and Doughboys

I have posted a few photos of my grandfather already, but it’s time for another one.  One of the previous ones was a photo of him in his World War I uniform and another one was in a baseball uniform.  This time it is a combination of the two.  I loved this old photo when I first saw it.  My cousin Tricia texted me a photo that she took of a few old photos that she had found.  This one came out pretty good, but I’m sure that a good scan will be an improvement.  It looks like we’ll have to wait on that for a while, though.

In the meantime we have this version of the jewel from the past.  And this time I have an improved date on the photo.  When I posted the previous WWI photo, I put an estimated date of 1915 on it.  Maybe I wasn’t paying attention or maybe I just acquired new information in the meantime, but I have information proving that 1915 date wrong.  His draft registration card for World War I was dated June 5, 1917, so the photo is from after that date.  We’ll just say that it is from 1917, unless there is later information proving it wrong.  Maybe there’s something written on the back of the actual photo!?

1917 – Front and center is my grandfather Robert Joseph Landry, a lieutenant in World War I

Anyway, Robert Joseph Landry (later to be a Sr.) was 24 years old when he registered for the draft.  He had already been playing baseball, as evidenced by the back of another photo I posted of him with a baseball team in 1915.  I’ve also read an article about how he was a pitcher for the semi-pro baseball league – or the Sawdust Baseball Circuit.  In fact, he was “quite a slabster” in his day.  That was just one of the many terms for pitcher from 100 years ago.  So when he served his country in the military, it was only natural for him to be a part of the team there as well.

They needed some distraction and recreation after all.  Though I don’t think that he went overseas during his stint in the Great War, he may still be considered a doughboy.  That was a term for those serving in the military during WWI.  A slabster and a doughboy – that’s my grandfather.  He is shown front and center in this photo.  They were careful about how they set up this photo with the bats and gloves arranged just right.  So with him being shown prominently, it looks to me like he was a driving force for this endeavor.  Or so I like to think.  Whatever the situation, it’s a nice glimpse into the past of the grandfather I never really knew.

A Yuletide Story

I spend a lot of time doing research.  I know that this does not surprise anyone who has been reading my posts.  During this research I come across a lot of stories.  Some stories are inspiring.  Some stories are happy.  Some are sad.  It’s not that I go looking for stories, I just find them in my search for family history.  And sometimes a story really strikes something in me that makes me want to share it with people.  I found a story like that this week.  It is a very tragic story that needs to be told.

But I’m not telling you that story this week.  I already had a tragic story picked out to tell you this week.  The odd thing about those two stories is that they both occurred on the same calendar date.  But there are even more commonalities in the story that I am telling this week.  Plus there is a tie-in with Christmas and it definitely is more tragic.  Isn’t that what everyone wants this week?  A tragic Christmas-themed story?  Well that’s what you are getting from yours truly.

This story is about two cousins.  Actually those cousins are third cousins.  Two girls were born a bit over eighty years ago and they were great granddaughters of two Stanbrough sisters.  These two distant cousins never met.  They grew up and they both found the man of their dreams.  One of the girl’s names was Dolores Henke and she married her childhood sweetheart named Frank Yule. His name is our first Christmas connection.  (You know like, “Yuletide carols being sung by a choir.”)  The other girl was Betty Lou Bucklin, my mom.  And we all know that she married the love of her life.

After these young women married their respective husbands, both of the families went to live in California.  Not long after that, their families started to grow.  Actually they started to grow at a remarkably similar pace.  They each gave birth to their first child, a daughter with a “J” name, in California in October of 1953.  Our Jodie was born on Oct 14th and their little Janice was born just eight days later.

Though my family moved to New Mexico, the similarities continued. Both of the families had their second child, a son, born in April of 1955.  Their Scott was born on the 21st and our Rob was born just six days later.  That’s amazingly close.  Even though the families moved further away from each other geographically, a few more parallels took place.  The next child born to each of these families was a girl with the given middle name of Jean.

Now you can see why I connected with this story.  Their family started in much the same way that mine did.  It seems like a rather happy story, too.  And I suppose it probably was up to this point.  But that wasn’t what initially got my attention to look at this family a little closer.  You start looking at things in family trees and other documents.  You have to make sure the birth and death dates are accurate and make sense.  So you look at those dates closely.  When you see children with similar year of birth, you think twins.  But when you see the same year for the death of more than one or two people in a family, you think tragedy.  And that is what I found.

The Landry family in 1961.

There is one more similarity that I know of.  In the later part of 1961, both of these families were involved in automobile accidents.  Our family got into an accident in Lake Charles on our way to my mom’s family for Christmas.  (This is the other Christmas connection.)  We were thrown around a bit, Rob was ejected from the car, but for the most part we were fine.  We were able to celebrate Christmas and a new year.  The same can not be said for the Yule family.

The Yule family was driving on Highway 399 in Ventura, California, on Sept. 17, 1961.  They were traveling along in their station wagon when a truck made an illegal turn in front of their vehicle.  That was the day that all similarities between these families ended.  Because, you see, all five members of the family perished that day.  The father was the oldest at 34 years of age and the youngest was three year old Barbara Jean.  A truly tragic ending.

Safe travels this Christmas.

Urchins and a Tiger

1960 Landry family

Karen, Rob, Jodie, and Al Landry at LSU in 1960

After last week’s long post full of all kinds of details, I figure it’s time for something short and sweet.  This photo has long been treasured in my immediate family.  Mostly because it makes everyone laugh.  It is a photo of my brothers and sisters a few months before I was born.  And since I live in Baton Rouge, I appreciate it even more because they are at the tiger enclosure at LSU.  Not the huge one that they have now, but the smaller one that was there in 1960.  As you can see, the Landry family is all about comfort and practicality.  I always wish I had been in this photo.  Maybe if I had, I would have wished that I hadn’t!  I’ve been told that the Landry kids look like urchins in this photo.  Is that bad?

From Finicy to Phenice

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Circa 1935 – Harry Clifton Phenice, unknown, Samuel Charles Phenice, Bernard Orville Phenice, and two unknown women.

This is one of the photos that I rediscovered the other day.  It shows three generations of my Phenice family in it.  I believe the young man in the middle is Orville Phenice, my grandmother’s brother.  Their father is Harry Clifton Phenice, who is shown on the left.  His father is the old man in the middle of the photo – Samuel Charles Phenice, a Civil War veteran and witness to the Lincoln assassination. The topic of this week’s post concerns the three generations prior to these three.

My grandmother and her siblings were born in southern Louisiana, but the generations before her were born in Pennsylvania. Her father H. C. moved to Louisiana in the 1898.  His father Samuel was born in Mercer County, Pennsylvania, moved around a  bit and ended up in Kansas.  Samuel’s father Daniel was also born in Mercer County.  The father of Daniel was unknown and there have been many family members who have done research trying to find out who he was.  The further you go back, the more different the name is spelled.  Nowadays we spell the name “Phenice,” but the earliest spelling I found for the family name is “Finicy.”  Previous researchers uncovered some good information, but they were unable to identify the parentage of Daniel Phenice.  That was before DNA testing.

In 2013 I had a DNA test for myself and my parents at 23andMe.  I only found one Phenice connection on that site.  But at AncestryDNA it was a different story.  I tested my aunt Loris Woolleythere last December. I started finding Phenice connections right away.  There were four 2nd cousins through the Phenice line and two 3rd cousins (to my mom’s generation).  It was helpful that they shared a good amount of common DNA with my mom, aunt Loris, uncle Austin, and their 1st cousin Julie.

In addition to all of those matches, there were several more who had ancestors with the surname “Phenicie” in their trees.  Those ancestors were all from Pennsylvania and some of them were from Mercer County.  I had seen some of the ancestors previously because they had names similar to names in our tree.  They have a Daniel Phenicie born around the same time (1808) as ours and a Samuel Phenicie who also fought in the Civil War.  I wasn’t sure how all of these other DNA matches connected, but the common DNA was pointing in the same direction.

I let the matches add up for most of 2016, but by October I had enough to inspire me to go looking for a connection.  So I made a spreadsheet of all of the names and started comparing DNA and family trees.  I looked through old research that had been done (thanks to Orville’s daughters Marilyn, Kathleen, Linda and Carol, plus some others) and found a common theme of a John Phenice born around 1765.  So I sketched out a provisional family tree.

I put John Phenicie as the father of our ancestor Daniel Phenice (b. 1809).  Since I had a few DNA matches who were descendants of Joseph Phenicie(b. 1762) and because they were born close to the same time, I put John and Joseph as brothers with an unnamed father born around 1730.  I had many more DNA matches who were descendants of Samuel Phenicie (b. 1795), so I also put him as a son of John Phenice.  Additionally there were a few descendants of an Eliza Fennesy that were DNA matches, but the parents were unknown. From there I had to try to find some source documents to back this up.

I pored through the old census records from the late 1700s and early 1800s in areas that I knew the family had lived.  Daniel and Samuel were known to have lived in Mercer and Somerset counties in Pennsylvania, and Joseph and his descendants lived in Bedford and Franklin counties.  I had already found Daniel in the Springfield, Mercer, PA censuses of 1850 and 1860.  His name was spelled Finnesy and Finnessy in those documents.  I knew I was going to have to be flexible in the spelling of the name.  I went to the 1840 census in Springfield and looked through every page of it.  I finally came across a Daniel with the  another alternate spelling of “Finecy.” (Transcribed as “Ferney” by Ancestry.)  I was glad to finally find him in 1840, but was even more excited when I saw the name directly below his – John Finecy.  And he was the right age to be Daniel’s father.  Families lived close to each other more often back then, so this looked very promising.

I continued my search for these two in the Springfield of 1830.  I didn’t find Daniel or John there, but I did find Samuel.  I checked all of Mercer county for Daniel, but I couldn’t find him.  Since Daniel married Susan Jackson in Somerset County in 1831, I decided to look in Somerset County.  I didn’t find Daniel, but I did find John.  He was listed on the census as “John Finicy, Sr.” (Transcribed as “Finiag” by Ancestry.) There was a John Finicy, Jr. a few pages before, so I would think that he was another son of John Phenicie.  There were no other names close to Finecy/Phenice and the like.  I found “John Finasee” in 1820 in Somerset County and “John Finnessee” in 1810 in Allegheny County.  I think the borders were moving back then more than the people.  They weren’t changing as much as the spelling of the name, though!

In the meantime I had been corresponding with a descendant of Eliza Finnesy.  I explored her family tree, but was unable to find out how she was connected to our Phenicies.  I was directed to the 1850 census of Eliza after she had married a Wingard.  In that census, there was a woman in the household named “Margaret Finnesy” (same spelling as my Daniel – actually the same census taker).  The relationship was not identified in the census.  There was also a death certificate that showed Eliza’s maiden name as being Finnesy, so Margaret was most likely her mother.

Then I found a really good source.  It was a record of a marriage between a John Phinnecy and a Margaret Maurer on May 29, 1792.  This tied together everything that I had found and supposed up to that point. From information in the 1850 census Margaret would have been born around 1774, so that would put them at the right age to have been parents to Samuel, Daniel, and John Jr.  In addition to these children, I found some more DNA matches who had a Mary Finnessee born in 1798 in their trees.  In one of them they had the birth location as Allegheny County, which corresponded to what I had found for John Phenice in 1810.  I believe she is another child of John and Margaret.

All of this information makes me feel pretty certain that John and Margaret were indeed the parents of those individuals.  In addition to the paper sources, the DNA backs it all up.  And the members of our extended family were the only people with that last name in those counties.  I searched through those census pages till I was cross-eyed!

There is another record that I found, but I’m less sure of it.  It is for a “John Archibald Finnacy” born in 1765 in Maryland.  I don’t know why I am unsure of this as being “our” John Phenicie.  There were references in census records that showed Joseph and other family members as being born in Maryland.  The name and the date correspond as well.  There is a similar record for a Joseph Finnacy born in the same location.  The birth date is shown as 1768 which is different than all other records of Joseph Phenicie which show him as being born in 1762.  In any case, it gives the parents of these two as Stephen (b. 1730) and Ann.  That date would match my supposition and other clues.  Stephen is also a common name in both family lines.

So the data all seems to support the suppositions I made to start off.  I found the name of John Phenice’s wife – also known as my great great great great grandmother Margaret Maurer.   Since everything else lined up so well, I also added the parents of John as being Stephen Finnacy and Ann.  I’m happy with the results, though I haven’t been able to find out when the family immigrated or where they are from.  I get new matches frequently and there are also a few unconnected DNA matches who have the Finecy name in their trees.  There’s always something else to explore.

The Patureau Sisters of Plaquemine

I’ve always known that my Mee Maw had sisters, but when I was a kid I didn’t really give that much thought.  She was born Germaine Erie Patureau on Aug. 6, 1895, in Crescent, Louisiana (Plaquemine area).  Of the children that survived to adulthood, she was the 4th of 9 children.  She was the 2nd daughter of seven.  She had one sister named Marie Therese who got married, had two children, and died a day after her second daughter was born.  I don’t have a photo of the sisters with Marie Therese included.  There may be one out there. (hint, hint)

Late 50s Patureau Sisters

The Patureau Sisters of Plaquemine – (back) Lorena, Emma, Erie, Lydwin, (front) Sylvie and Zita

This is a photo of the Patureau sisters some time around the late 1950s.  It was taken in Duson, Louisiana, at one of the sisters’ home.  I’ll name them starting on the back row.  On the far left is Lorena.  She is the only one that I have any memories of.  I remember going to her house (in Opelousas) when she was an older lady.  I remember her having a pulley or ring above her bed to assist her in getting in and out of it.  She also gave my sister her sewing machine.  I also remember her funeral in 1972.  When we were riding to the cemetery I was really hungry and my stomach started churning.  By the time  we got to the graveyard, I ended up having the dry heaves.  And my wonderful grandmother who was grieving over the loss of her sister came over and helped me out. (With the assistance of my equally wonderful godmother.)  She took out some smelling salts and had me smell it and it settled my stomach immediately.  It was like magic!  I’ve never had the dry heaves since, but if I ever do, I’ll know the solution.

The next sister is Emma.  She was the one that lived in Duson.  I’ve posted a photo that includes her before (The Man in Black), but she is more famously known as the mother of Tez. (The Bumply UG)  I know that she was also a writer.  I remember reading through a collection of her poetry and prose when I was younger.  Sometimes Tez would recite from it.

Of course the next one is the best one of all!  That’s my Mee Maw – the woman we have all grown to love and cherish.  (I am not being partial and no descension is allowed!)  She looks happy to be with her sisters.  I’ve posted another photo of her and her sisters before, but that was before my Throwback Thursday series, which began just over a year ago.  I found this photo in my dad’s collection.  There is another one from the same day, but I haven’t cleaned it up yet.

The sister on the far right in the blue dress is Lydwin.  She is what was ungraciously called an “old maid.”  And she probably got that moniker before the age of 30.  I’m sure it wasn’t meant to be negative.  Right?  At any rate she did not get married and lived her life in the Plaquemine area.

Her sister Sylvie also lived in Plaquemine.  She is the lady in the front with the blue dress.  But she was far from being an old maid.  She and her husband Walter Marionneaux had eight children.  My dad liked to visit his cousins in Plaquemine.  They both had large families, so I’m sure it was a lively house when they visited.  Both families have continued to grow through the years, making it hard to keep track of them all.

The last one in this group is Zita.  She did not give birth to any children of her own, but she was a mother nonetheless.  When their sister Marie Therese died, Zita ended up marrying her widower and rearing the children.  A very sweet story, I think.

So there you go.  The Patureau sisters of Plaquemine.  You would be hard pressed to find a finer group of women.

 

The Age of Camelot

Yesterday was the 53rd anniversary of the assassination of John F. Kennedy.  I saw a few posts where people talked about what they were doing that day.  When something that big happens in your lifetime, you tend to remember little details about it.  What you were doing.  Where you were.  What you felt.  How you reacted.  And people have talked about the assassination as being the end of an era.  They likened the years of Kennedy’s presidency with the Age of Camelot.  There was even a musical at the time about the original Camelot – the age of King Arthur when truth, goodness, and beauty reigned.  The memories of those times have been idealized through the years.  The same could be said for my memory of 1963.

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The Landry family on July 5, 1963

As you can see, I was just a child.  This was a few months before the assassination of Kennedy, but it shows what our family looked like in that era.  I was only two and a half, but I have lots of memories from that time.  Riding the tricycle on the ‘sidewalk.’  Swinging on the front porch swing.  Catching fireflies at night.  Playing cowboys and indians.

Of course most of this was done with my brothers and sisters.  They were my whole world.  That world also included my parents and grandparents and uncles and cousins.  It was an idyllic time for me.  I didn’t have to go to school.  I had no cares in the world.  So when that shot rang out from the grassy knoll … Wait, this is not the time to discuss conspiracy theories, sorry about that.  So when that shot rang out from the rifle of Lee Harvey Oswald, my life as I knew it ended.

No, not really.  Even though I can remember chasing bees, picking figs, and peeking into the old barn, I don’t remember that infamous day in November of that year.  I was three by then, so I thought I was growing up.  But I was still a kid who wore shorts to church. (I remember wanting to wear long pants like the men did.)  So I was probably just too busy playing with my siblings and wondering what I was going to be getting for Christmas.  You know, the usual things little boys think about.

Loops-a-Daisy

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Daisy Keys Phenice circa 1950

I’ve been thinking of this photo for a little bit.  I got it from a family photo album a couple of weeks ago when I went to visit my parents.  I don’t really remember it from when I was younger, but I should.  I was the one who put that photo album together!  When I was in high school I decided to make a family album that included old photos that I found from my mom’s and dad’s collection.  It included photos of their grandparents and parents and old school photos of them and all of us kids.  But for some reason, this photo was forgotten by me.

It will be forgotten no more.  I suppose that photo album was a precursor to what I do now.  I wanted to bring the photos together and make them available for people to easily view.  I do remember specifically NOT putting photos of my parents’ great grandparents in that album.  They were just too old and from too long ago!  Now I can’t get enough of those old photos.

And I think this one is really sweet.  This is Daisy Keys Phenice (my mom’s mom’s mom – aka the source of my mitochondrial DNA).  She came from England in 1887 with her mom and siblings when she was just 11 years old.  I call this post “Loops-a-Daisy” because the original phrase ‘oops-a-daisy’ originated in England a few years before she was born (at least as seen in print – or so the internet search informed me).  The “Loops” part of the title is because of the reason for this photo.  Young Betty Lou Bucklin must have thought that her grandmother’s hair was too plain and straight for the times.  So she went about giving her grandmother her first hair permanent. And then she took a photo of her achievement for all of us to witness.

I see a sweet old lady that humored her grandchild by letting her give her a new hairdo.  There is a hint of a smile and she let my mom take her photo, so she must have been pleased with the outcome.  I like that you can see her socks as she sits on the porch.  She’s sitting off center of the photo and it is a bit skewed as well.  I think the cat is another point of focus.  Altogether it makes for an interesting photo to share.  I just wish there were a bit more loops to see in that hairdo.

 

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