My mom used to tell me about how her father’s brother, Dewey, died. She said he was robbed in Mexico and killed. I always felt so bad that this could happen to someone in my family, and I wondered why he was in Mexico and the circumstances surrounding his death. I was pretty sure Mom got something mixed up because she had never talked of Dewey except for his death, I knew that she wasn’t close with this uncle as other stories about him were never shared. Mom was 29 when Dewey died so she was old enough to get the facts but her memory was not always the best. I decided a while back to try to investigate what had happened to Dewey. Dewey never married and didn’t have children so I asked a cousin the late 1990’s about Dewey. She told me she thought he died in New Mexico…hmmmmm, that is close to Mexico…so mom couldn’t be too wrong could she? Continue reading “Dewey died all alone, sitting against a tree”
Today is August 17, it is the day I should be calling my nephew Guy and wishing him a happy birthday and then making some goofy wisecracks about our ages – we were only about 4 years apart. But Guy is gone, he died in 2010. We were always close as kids, I think it was because he was so wimpy and sweet and easy to get along with, where I was demanding, domineering and oh so hard to like. He would do my bidding and I would cut him some slack when it came time for my temper – we always did get along like that.
As we grew older and I had my oldest son, Guy was my go-to babysitter. While I was out partying the 1970’s away, Guy was taking care of my son and forming a very close bond with him that was more like a brother relationship than a cousin one. When Guy died of a stroke at age 52 my poor son was more devastated than I could imagine.
Guy’s last years were not easy for him….he had divorced, lived with his mom (my sister) and had been forcefully retired by the telephone company – financially it was very hard on him. He had gained alot of weight and wasn’t making wise choices with his health – he seemed to be terrified of doctors – he was in Las Vegas with his girlfriend when he had a massive stroke – he never regained consciousness and within a month he was gone. I think of him so often, and especially today – I want to call him and sing to him in my horrible voice and crack some jokes!
Happy birthday Guyo, I love you.
Last year I was looking through some old pictures. I am very lucky in that most of the pictures my grandmother Elma left are in an album and many of the names are written below the pictures so I have at least a clue as to who is in the picture. Only problem is that grandma died in 1933 and any pictures she didn’t place in the album have no identification on them. My mom saved lots of pictures but wasn’t the best at writing on the older ones and sometimes I come across names that I don’t recognize. Since mom did not stay in contact with her mother’s side of the family much – in fact hardly at all because I never met ANY of them while I was growing up – I am pretty clueless as to what happened to them all.
So I come across this adorable picture of a little boy on a horse. His last name is Fairman so I know he is somehow related but how? My curiosity got me all stirred up and thanks to Ancestry.com and Facebook and some detective work on my part, I discovered the long lost children of my mom’s Uncle Fred!
This is a whole branch of the family I always wondered about. Mom had only told me that she had an Uncle Fred -she didn’t know what happened to him but she knew that he had a lot of children – that’s it….I asked her once, don’t you wonder where they are…I don’t think she answered me.. mom was funny about family, she seemed to not want to think about her childhood or stay in touch with either side, but that is another story for another blog post someday.
I was lucky enough to be able to meet with Uncle Fred’s surviving children last January – we had a wonderful lunch and I felt so loved and accepted….They are such sweet people and I look forward to meeting up with them again next time I am down in Southern CA.