Ever hear the saying, “What goes around comes around?” Usually when I hear it, someone is threatening someone else. (The threatenee is often me.) “It’ll come back and bite you on the hinny.”
But not always. Sometimes, it’s family history.
I think I’ve mentioned I’m climbing the Family Tree. Wow. Want to get confused, just start that little project! But it’s interesting. I’ve “met” a bunch of shirttail relatives through it. And most of them know way more about my family than I do!
What I love best about this picture is probably what Grandmother hated. See? On the left hand side of the photo? Her laundry is hanging on the line.
Seeing Uncle Frank look like a shy little boy is pretty cool, too. ;)
Their house was built on land in the Basin, which Granddad’s father got in the land run of 1893, the opening of the Cherokee Strip.
The mustached man with the hat is my great-granddad, who made the run. On his right (with one hand on her hip) is his wife, Louisa. One of the two little girls in front of him is my granddad (the one on the left) and the other is his twin sister.
Message to my kiddos–I love family pictures for a reason! It’s genetic!!!
Anyway, the picture is almost the entire family of ten kids–only one person missing.
I believe the reason one person is missing from this pic is that Granddad had a brother named Theodore who died the year Granddad was born (at least that’s what I found on another tree) so it’s likely Theo that’s missing.
The house was probably built out of lumber milled at Grandmother’s grandfather’s lumber mill, there in the Basin.
One more picture–That’s Dad riding Sparky. Now look behind him. See that barn? Even after my grandparents moved into Old ‘Ford, they farmed in the Basin. They had a sow and her piglets living in that barn. This particular year, they raised a bumper crop of corn and stored that corn in the loft of the barn.
As I said, the corn was a bumper crop. And one morning they got to the farm and found . . . you’re ahead of me, aren’t you?
Yep. You guessed it. That barn loft cratered under the weight of the corn and buried the sow and her babies.
Did it kill the pigs?
Did they let the sow eat her way out?
They rescued the pigs, and stored the corn someplace else.
Now back to going and coming around.
Fast forward to 2014–just about 110 years after that family picture was taken. My dad (the kid on the horse) lives very near where that family picture was taken, and not far from where Grandmother and Granddad had their first house, where the sow was buried in the corn.
Today, Dad raises a huge garden that gets bigger every year. He has chickens, raises his own beef (Brother Jeffrey’s bailiwick) and now he’s planning to get a sow and start raising his own pork.
Sounds a whole lot like what his grandfather must have done to get his family raised, even though Dad never knew that grandfather.
I love it that he’s repeating history that way.
Have you studied your family tree? Any surprises pop up for you?