Tattered Past

Tattered Past: My ongoing journey through genealogy, history, writing, self-exploration and art. ~~~ Rita Ackerman

Monday, June 22, 2015

Happy Anniversary

My mother passed away in 1990 when our daughter was just nine-years-old. One of the things I brought home from her house was a night blooming cereus. Not that it especially meant anything, but I couldn't leave it there to die. It was in a pot on her patio and has been in a pot at our house since.

The amazing thing is every year it blooms at significant times. In the early years, it was usually Mother's Day. The last few years it has been blooming more than once: Mom's birthday, the anniversary of her death, and other family dates in the spring.


Early this morning/last night it sent out two beautiful blooms. 
Today is our daughter's twelfth wedding anniversary. 

Happy Anniversary, Jessica and Matt.

Wishing you both love and caring from Nana,
Your Dad and I.

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Long Lost Friends

Sometimes I wonder what happened to the kids I knew growing up. Other times I see photos like this one and wonder who that other girl is. This appears to have been taken in my grandparent's home town so I was only visiting. (I'm the one on the right in case anybody is wondering.)




Then there are life-long friends even though time has taken us to opposite sides of the country. This is my friend Lydia (on left) and I when we both still lived in Kansas. This is at the Long Branch Saloon at Dodge City's Boot Hill. We were around 13 at this time.



Stepping back in time, this photo was at our church. I'm the little girl in the middle peeking over the head of the little boy in suspenders. In the middle of the top row you can see my sister's head as she tries to hide behind another young man. Just that tells you about our personalities, doesn't it? BTW, Mom is in the back right-hand corner. I don't remember any of the other people.


And last, but not least, is a photo of my high school graduation. I can a few familiar faces and some I'm even still in touch with. Facebook has made a difference in those connections and I think is its main good point.


I often wish I had the time and energy to get all the photos scanned and identified. Then to try and find some of the people who have been lost along the way.

I suppose this is a start.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Memories in the Mountains

Saturday Doug and I drove up to the Globe/Miami area in the mountains east of Phoenix. It was a beautiful day if a bit warmer than we expected.

Doug has three or four generations who lived in that area which is full of history in its own right.

Globe was a silver/copper mining town and the county seat. Two state governors were from Globe along with other notables.


Doug's grandparents. 



His maternal great-grandmother. Lucy was born in Washington near where our daughter now lives.



We stopped at the El Rey Mexican Restaurant in Miami. It is right across the street from the pool where Doug often went as a child. Up on the hill the white house to the left of the blue one was his grandparent's house. He has so many memories of the house and falling down the hill. 

At the bottom of the hill are the railroad tracks. Granny hated him being down there and she caught him down there one day throwing rocks at a centipede. She told him he better watch out because centipedes will throw rocks back at him. He still avoids centipedes. 



Many family events occurred in this church, including Doug's baptism.
It is a beautiful old building.


Down in the old Miami shopping district we passed the old Franco Furniture Store. The yellow building on the left. It is so sad that most of the buildings are empty. The loss of mining and the economy has hit this little town very hard.

The store took the blue and yellow buildings in this photo. 


The Gila County Courthouse in Globe is now an arts center. The family would have visited this building many times for deeds, registrations, and other important documents. Doug's Grandpa Franco was the Miami mayor so he would have had many reasons to visit the county courthouse. 

We had a great day of being together, sharing memories, a good lunch, and learning history. 

The best part of the digital age, for me, is being able to take photos of everything. 
They will be special to our descendants.