My favorite photo is the only photo I have with my great-grandmother, Maria (Nieto) Robledo, who died when I was just over three years old. I thought I had lost this. I was overjoyed to find it again! Not just because it’s the only photo of the two of us, but because of the memories I have from just after this photo was taken.
Patrick Thomas Flanagan (abt. 1897-1928) died on 23 December 1928 from tuberculosis, just two days before Christmas, plunging his family into a series of events that would leave the children orphans. My grandfather, at just 1-1/2 years old, never knew his father.
Veronica Victoria Dorris (1883-1982), called “Ronnie” by family and friends, was my husband’s great grandmother. This good southern Christian lady moved to the wild west Arizona Territory, away from her parents and family home in Mississippi. She married, raised her children, and spent the rest of her life in Arizona.
Uncle Joe died of ALS, Lou Gehrig’s disease, when I was in eighth grade. I hadn’t thought of him in years, but the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge had Uncle Joe on my mind quite a bit this year. His was the first close family death of my life.Uncle Joe was only 36 years old when this horrible disease took his life.
My 48th ancestor is my great grandmother Agnes Viola Elizabeth Maud Mara (1893-1971), who went by the name Viola. I have mentioned Viola in posts about her father, mother, brother, and mystery half-brother, but I have never actually profiled my great grandmother. Today marks the 43rd anniversary of her death.
Buddy was the sibling born immediately prior to my grandmother, Elsie Charlotte Hayes. They were just a little over a year apart in age. Neither I, nor Mom, nor Grandpa ever met Uncle Buddy. Because, sadly, Buddy died at just four years old
Third great grandfather Darnley died 18 March 1908, in Greensburg, Westmoreland County, Pennsylvania, from a homicidal gun shot wound to the abdomen! And his murderer was acquitted!