Friday, September 2, 2011

Back from a Long Break

It has been quite a while since I have posted here.  My vacation was hard to give up this year, especially with our "baby girl" home from college.   So this blog took a 'back seat', if you will.

While on our trip to visit family this summer I was able to find some boxes of old family photos and memorabilia that I had not seen before.   I have been spending quite a bit of time going through the items lately, and find myself wishing my parents were still here to tell me the significance of the things I am looking at.

Until I can get back into the groove of posting I have decided to post a couple of the photos I have found that relate to my blog.  This photo, taken in 1899, stood out among the papers I was going through :

It is a picture of my Grandmother, (standing in the white dress),  and her family about a year after they traveled in a covered wagon from Tennessee to settle in Oklahoma Territory.  At this time their home may have still been an earthen dugout.  (See my post on June 15th, Dugout - No Diamond. )   Seeing this photo makes it even harder for me to imagine this group thriving under those circumstances.

This second photo is also particularly interesting to me:

It is an old newspaper clipping that shows my Grandmother's Uncle (her father's brother) and his children on their Oklahoma Territory claim near present day Cheyenne in the year 1898 - the year my Grandmother arrived.   You can make out their  dugout rooftops in the distance.  My Grandmother grew up on a nearby farm, so this picture helps me envision what her life may have been like while living "underground".


Nate Maas said...

Mary, so nice to have you back posting. The dugout life is a hard one for me to imagine, particularly hard for the women who would be inside more of the day.

Just Stuff From a Boomer said...

I've missed you too.

This is one stern looking family. I think that is the type of person that made a trip like theirs successful.

Pioneering is not for the faint of heart. I cannot begin to imagine what living in a dugout would feel like. I've saw one on a trip through the badlands and the Rockies. It was pretty small so your familie's was either bigger or they lived very close together.

Rob From Amersfoort said...

What a beautiful family picture! Your great-grandmother looks tired, life must have been hard for her. Did all the children make it into adulthood?

I did't know people where still living in a dugout in the US so recently (I know the first settlers on Manhattan lived that way in the early 1600s, but I didn't know this still happened in the early 1900s).