Tis a beautiful morning, to be sure. Finally some sunshine and with it, hopefully, a brightening of the spirit. So many of us here in the city have been so downhearted with the destruction we have endured since Saturday. I've been blessed, though; I never lost my power, and my tree is still standing. Sadly, though, I heard the newscaster say that a Brooklyn Park has become a cemetery for trees; that's how many we lost...and, in this concrete jungle, every tree has meaning. Every tree is needed.
So, I have been tagged by Kat , Anastasia, Inannasstar, and Julia. To be honest, I wasn't sure what to do. I have so few personal photos in my blog albums. I really do have to get a camera...personal birthday wish. And I didn't want to just ignore the fun, so I went to my genealogy photo album...and here is what I found. Actually, I this is number nine and ten.
The rules are: Open your first photo album.
Scroll to the 10th photo
Post the photo and tell the story behind it
Tag five more people
This is my great grandmother, Constance Mary Hazel. She was born in Stalham, Norfolk, England on December 10, 1880. I think I met her only once in my life. Because my mom forbid my dad from including his family in our lives, he used to take me on 'sneak' visits here and there. I remember going to a house and being introduced to two little old ladies...and one who said her name was Grandma Vough. It wasn't until I started working on my genealogy that I discovered that Constance had married twice. My great grandfather had died leaving her with four children to raise...one child had died at the age of 10. Constance had lost her father when she was 3 months old; her first husband in 1918; and her second husband, in 1938. Constance died in 1956. I had no photos of Constance until I met a cousin online. She was good enough to make copies and send them to me. I've always felt a strong connection to her.
Now, because I was unable to participate as the rest of you, I have included picture number 9 as well. Someone had mentioned that they would like to see something more personal. Well, there is nothing more personal than this. This picture was taken about 11 years ago. My hair was darker then, a reddish auburn. It was on my birthday and we were preparing for a party. My sister-in-law and I have the same birthday so each year it was a big get-together for the families. All that's kind of ended now that we have grown older.
And now it's time for me to do the tagging. Drum roll please....
Bogaman I love his blog. He tells such moving stories from a masculine slant.
Sobeit If it weren't for Sobeit, I never would have discovered blogging. I didn't even know what it was about until she posted about her blog on our Yahoo group.
Ra Always a kind word and a great blog to boot. Check it out.
Wendy A beautiful lady. An inspiration for us all.
Vicki A great lady with family tales of the past which will leave you at the edge of your chair.