This is the Nana Percy that I remember
This is the Percy before…with her mother Lulu Harris and sister Millicent.
I am going batty, completely, unadultratedly (yes, I made that word up) flippin’ batty. I’ve decided to devote my free time this week to working on Carson family history….and I can’t find anything on Pearl Ann (White) Carson (mother to my project, Knowlton Carson)…
It shouldn’t surprise me that I can’t find any mention of her past about 1925. After speaking with Knowlton’s youngest daughter (Pearl’s Grandaughter), I found out that Pearl and William Edmond Carson divorced while their only child Knowlton was away at college. I’m hoping that another interview with the granddaughter might yield some more clues because I have no idea if Pearl remarried or if she went back to her maiden name. It’s like she dropped of of the face of the earth after 1925.
It’s probably a testament to my noobnishness (wow, a totally modern computer geekish thing for me to say) that I haven’t been able to research this further….I’ll keep plugging away at it…
Edwin E. Ellefson was born in 1880, the first generation of Rochester MN Ellefsons that were born in the States VS. his father who was born in Norway. Edwin is also the Great Grand Uncle of my husband Keith.
Edwin was the youngest son of Engbret Ellefson (B. 1848, in Norway) and Martha Olive Gresseth (B. 1851, Norway), the third of 5 children and the youngest son. He married Bertha A and they had 6 children.
For my very first “Friday Follow” post I wanted to give Gene Pool props to Amy Coffin, over at We Tree. Amy describes herself and her blog thusly:
Welcome to my blog, where I chronicle my own adventures in genealogy and hopefully inspire you to do the same.
Genealogy is not boring. It is more than just dates. Each fact, each discovery is a piece to your ancestral puzzle. As you study your family’s history, a picture emerges of your past and provides purpose for your future.
Amy has managed to keep me inspired me to join ProGen and to create my own Genealogical blog. She also introduced me to Footnote.
You should really check her out
Next to my husband and my son’s, right now Knowlton “Tote” Carson is the most important man in my life.
I was introduced to Tote by way of an old photo album, and have been researching him for the past few weeks. It’s slow going but I have managed a few high points.
I have managed to contact one of his daughters and interviewed her twice. She provided the death date of her mother and the nicknames of her maternal grandparents (always good to have notated in the family history). She also clued me in on why I couldn’t locate any info on Tote’s mother…apparently she and his father divorced in the 20’s (that’s the NINEteen 20’s, folks) while Tote was in college. Wow.
She also explained that why I hadn’t been able to contact the oldest daughter. She’s apparently in a nursing home due to illness.
On the plus side (it’s a plus from a research perspective, but it’s also kind of sad on a historic level), I found more Tote treasures at a local thrift store. I found an alumni medal presented to a “Mrs. K.E. Carson” of Kansas during the 1959 reunion of the Rainbow Division (42nd Division of the US Army). I also found two small silver pocket knives that were inscribed with Knowlton’s nickname and last name. One of them also had the birthdates of Mrs. Knowlton Carson, his two daughters, one son and three grandaughters (two of which have since passed.) I personally loved them, but I was sad that they were in a thrift shop, having been sold for a pittance.
I suppose I might have to get used to this.
It’s strange, I don’t remember any generational christmas ornaments growing up. I remember making ornaments as a child, especially those pipe cleaner candy canes that I could hang on the tree. Pipe cleaners shaped like the canes…then those triangle-shaped beads that you group together by twos in alternating colors of red and white…and then those homemade dough ornaments. I remember making a star cutout ornament with that dough and a tree, and then I remember painting the things…but that was when I was 5 years old. But I don’t remember seeing any ornaments from my mother’s childhood.
How Odd. I supposed that also explains why I had to start over again when I became an adult. It never occurred to me to ask my mother for any when I moved out.
I will have to break that tradition and let the girls take one or two (or even more) when they move out….they can start over, but they should start out with family ornaments.