Posted in My Fairman family, Miscellaneous genealogy, My Ledger Family

Picture from a funeral

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Nowadays it seems sort of tacky to take pictures at a funeral – not that it isn’t done – but I have noticed that in the past it was a much more common thing to do.  I suppose it was a time when families were together and dressed up and seemed like a good time to have a family picture.  I am lucky enough to have my grandmother’s photo album. Thank goodness my mom’s uncle rescued it from our garage and returned it years later or it may have gone the way of most things in our house – tossed out.  This picture was taken at the funeral of my grandfather Leonard Ledger (Oct. 15, 1892-Aug. 3, 1918) At what was  called Hollywood Cemetery but is now Hollywood Forever. There are lots of famous people buried there, movie stars mostly. There are large crypts and fancy headstones but grandpa  is in an unmarked grave near the wall behind Paramount Studios.  I went to look for him in the 1990’s and the office had to pull out a very old map to show where he was.  Why he does not have a headstone is a real mystery.  He had family, In this picture is just one member of his family, his sister in law Grace Ledger, the rest are my grandmother’s Fairman family.  But he had 5 brothers and one sister, but no one put a headstone.

My grandmother was Elma Etta Fairman (Dec. 23, 1892 – Oct. 8, 1933) and she is sitting in the middle of the picture in the dark ankle high dress. At this point in 1918 Elma had been married to Leonard for 5 years and they had a daughter, my mother.  According to my mom, her mom Elma didn’t say too much about Leonard except that he wasn’t a very nice person. He supposedly pushed her down a flight of stairs when she was pregnant with another child.  He had grown up in Louisiana and he would cross the street if a black man was walking on his side, a sign of those times but still sad.   Leonard died of Tuberculosis. I believe his father had also died of the disease and perhaps one of his sisters.

Since he died way before I was born he has always just been a young man in some old pictures.  Here he is with my mother on Mt. Hollywood (where the Hollywood sign is now) in 1918.


He had curly hair (my mom and I inherited that!) a broad flat nose (mom got that too) and he is almost always smiling in pictures.  I always have felt so sorry for him because he died so young.  My mother was put in an orphanage after he died, while her mother worked.  It affected her and her mental health for the rest of her life. My mother’s mother Elma carried on as best she could. I don’t know why family didn’t help my grandma with mom, I believe her mother did but she died in 1921.  My grandmother was living a different lifestyle in Los Angeles at the time.  She was gay.  She had a roommate named Amy and by looking at their pictures together they were very much in love. Things my mom told me confirmed what I had always suspected. I could care less,  you go grandma!  But mom was always embarrassed – I get it – again, the times they lived in.

So Leonard dying was sad, but it allowed Grandma to live the life she wanted until she died  in 1933 at the age of 41.  Elma also did not have a headstone until the 1980’s when my mom purchased one for it. But Leonard still rests, unnamed in that fancy cemetery. I have thought that one day I would honor him with one, just so he isn’t completely forgotten.


Posted in Miscellaneous genealogy, My Halldin family

The Jones’s

I love this picture, don’t they all look so happy?  This was at the wedding of my cousin Dick (Albert Richard Jones) and his bride Carol Montgomery.  It was taken on June 22, 1953. My mother was very pregnant with me so maybe she decided to stay out of the photo!

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Dexter Halldin, Carol Jones, Her mother Carol, Dick Jones and Vivian Jones

As with any picture, the stories of the people always interested me.  On the left is my dad, not biological, but that is a whole different story you can read on this blog.  Dexter Halldin, a sweeter guy you never could meet.  Only problem was he was an alcoholic.  He was able to hold on to a business, function successfully, and drink every darn day.  He lived to be 79 and I always say it was because he was “pickled” and therefore his body could last (he passed in 1995).

Carol was such a beauty, even in her later years she had such a poise and grace.  But she didn’t like our family.  Not sure if it was because of the drinking, or because we were loud and kinda nuts but Dick and Carol dropped out of our lives for many years until I found them when they were in their 70’s, living only about an hour from where my husband and I lived at the time.  Dick had been a pretty bad alcoholic himself until he quit in his 60’s and he was glad to be back with the family after I coaxed him into attending a family reunion.  Carol was always gracious to me when I saw her but very standoffish….oh well, I liked her.

The lady next to her is her mother, Carol.  I didn’t know her but I have inherited from Dick and Carol quite a few pictures and items from her mother’s life.  She was an accountant, a very smart woman, but according to family lore, a very controlling and manipulative one.

Cousin Dick, now he was a sweetie.  He shared with me so much during the few years we got to get to know each other.  He lived in the shadow of his older brother who was killed in WWII , see my blog page Cousin Bill  Their father, also Bill Jones, was so crestfallen when his son was killed I think he left a wound in Dick that never healed.  Dick told me once that he and his brother weren’t close, and he seemed to feel so guilty.  Dick and Carol would go on to have one son, they named him Bill.  But no grandchildren.  In fact their son Bill died in 2002, before they did. He had only one lung and something went wrong and he died in his sleep. He never married.  Dick became a successful real estate salesman.  Dick had been estranged from the entire Halldin family from after his dad died in 1967 until I found him in 1995 after my father died.  Dick was glad I looked him up and he shared so much with me, including all his letters home from WWII, along with the letters from his brother.  Dick started getting Alzheimer disease in the early 2000’s.  Carol took care of him but she died in 2007.  We had moved to Colorado in 2004 and hadn’t stayed in as good a touch as I should have so we only learned of Carol’s passing from a caregiver. Carol wanted to be sure Dick was taken care of and they picked a family friend who handled everything.  Dick was able to stay home with a live in caregiver until about 2012 and then he had to go to assisted living.  He passed in 2013.  Whenever we came to California we would visit him and Carol, and him and his caregiver after Carol died.  Even when he couldn’t remember who we were he was the sweetest guy ever.  I think he really felt bad about not staying in touch with the Halldin family over the years and I am glad we could share a few years with him. I inherited all of his pictures from our family and Carol’s family – I love looking through them.

And then Aunt Vivian.  What a lady!  She wasn’t Dick’s mother.  Dick’s mother was my dad Dexter’s sister Gertrude.  She had died when Dick was 7 years old of pneumonia – those were the days before antibiotics.  She was only 33 and my father was devastated, he was very close to his sister.. Vivian met Gertrude’s husband, my Uncle Bill, in 1945.  She was living in a little apartment behind my grandparents house and Bill lived in another apartment.  They hit it off right away and became a couple pretty quickly.  His son Bill had already died in the war and Dick was coming home soon from the Navy.  Vivian and Dick became so close that she legally adopted him so that he could be in charge of her affairs if anything happened to her.  Vivian was married to Uncle Bill until his death in 1967. She didn’t remarry until about 1983 when she married a good friend of her and Uncle Bill’s, unfortunately he passed away shortly thereafter.  She stayed in Southern California until the 1994 Northridge Earthquake and it scared her so badly she moved to Las Vegas, and she was 88 years old!  Aunt Vivian lived to be 99 years old, passing in 2005.  I visited with Vivian a few times in Las Vegas and she was always so chipper and sweet.  She loved to gamble the nickel slots and we had a lot of laughs doing that!

So the happy faces of this picture may have held so much joy on that wedding day, but there was lots of heartache in the years to follow.  A family separated that had been so close. No real reason why that I know of – but there are so many secrets in my family – maybe I just don’t know the real reason.