Monday, January 7, 2013

This is how my ancestors came to this double named valley, about 150 years ago. They arrived with less freight than many of us take camping, but they survived. Great-great-gandfather had just mustered out of the Union Army, as I can pick up the story. He had had enough of the east and wanted to go west.
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Anonymous said...

My grandparents also went west to OK from Ohio in 1904 or so. He was born 1877, she in 1888. They were Sooners and also went in a covered wagon. They gave up and returned to Ohio and then my Dad was born in 1906, and the land they had homesteaded was found to be rich in oil. No money for them but a long life with 5 kids in Ohio and original farmland. Our family fought for both the north and the south, truly a house divided.

Hope Miriam is doing well. Susan

January 8, 2013 at 6:05 PM
dave said...

My mother's great grandfather, the one I mentioned, was an officer in the Union Army.
My father's great grandfather was a grunt in the Army of the confederacy. He was taken prisoner and i have a photo copy of his agreement to fight no more.
My father's family came west during the dust bowl days.
What history we all have!

January 9, 2013 at 10:29 AM
dave said...

Susan, Miriam seems to be doing fairly well. She is happy most of the time, though she can get weepy and impatient at times.

January 9, 2013 at 10:30 AM
Anonymous said...

Dave you're right, our family histories are so interesting. Hope that you've filled your kids in on the history.

Glad Miriam is doing okay. I remember my MIL's weepy days, and how bad I felt that I couldn't make it better. Just held her hand and let her cry. I think in some way she "knew" she wasn't right, and heck I'd cry too. Dang this awful, dreadful disease.

Glad you have your family to support and guide you both. Susan

January 9, 2013 at 4:45 PM

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