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Been feeling kind of blue lately, so I tried to make something cute to counteract it. Â A little Otter Tea Time.
For a hot minute, my grandmother went to college at Lee in Cleveland, Tennessee. (She is pictured on the right) She got homesick after a semester and transferred to Messiah College, about ten minutes from home. After she moved, she got pregnant with my mom not long after (apparently, she is why Messiah has a community covenant!) Cleveland is also home to the Church of God denomination, holding an annual conference that in the year 1956, my grandmother apparently attended in order to kill some time. "We were always looking for something to get into" she told me. I scanned the whole page because there is something about the images in their entirety. The ribbon, the photo of three teen girls, out on their own for the first time, holding candy apples and popcorn. "Three beauty's (sp) taken at assembly, September 12,1956."
Come, O Brother Wolf
One of my all time favorite stories of human nature is the one about Saint Francis of Assisi and The Wolf.
In summary: Â A vicious wolf terrorized a town that Francis visited. Francis talks to The Wolf, who reveals that he was hurt and abandoned by his pack, and has been eating what he can catch, thus terrorizing said village. The Wolf repents and becomes a champion to the town, protecting all its inhabitants.
People are infinitely complicated. It would be so much easier to write people off as "this" or "that". Good or bad. Actions as malicious or well-intended. Sad to say, like the wolf, people do what they can to survive- regardless of how that may look. I could go on and on- but the topic is fascinating and spans history, psychology and biology. It knows no species. When the individual or group is trying to merely get past another day, things can get ugly.
This must be remembered when researching family history (especially if, like me, you bring in the component of a genogram to further understand relationships). When you dig, sometimes you can find some pretty unpleasant subjects. I gave Aunt Marion as an example in a previous post, but I'd be lying if I said that was it- my history's only dirty secret. Before his death, my Uncle Don recounted his WWII experience. He lost most of his friends in Germany. Have had to pull weapons off dead bodies to continue to survive in battle. He took trophies of kills off of enemy troops. Don't came back from war with PTSD that changed him- made him a person my family didn't always like. I loved my uncle, and I now understand his unrelenting pain. In an era when "shell shock" was shrugged off, he suffered. He drowned that pain with alcohol and gambling. He tried every day to survive.
When you look through a family history, you could find many things. Illness, abuse, abortion, imprisonment, poverty, Â violence, and more. All I can try to do is understand, talk to the wolf, so to speak. Try to understand and do justice to the memory of that person and learn from it. Honor it. Educate myself.
What Happened to Richard ?
Today, I'm actually going to be tackling an issue on my husband's maternal side of the family: I am much more familiar with my own, obviously, and much of the information from I have gathered from his side has been paperwork, so far. No huge oral history to go on.
Naomi, Rere or Nona
Naomi E. Boyle (later Richey, later Ondrizek) was born in 1902 in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania to Wesley (Emmanuel) Boyle and Mary Haley. Not much is known about Mary: She was an  Irish Catholic, born in 1878 in Pittsburgh. She and Wesley had two older children before Naomi was born. From one account, the family was not well off, partially due to Wesley's spotty employment. Unfortunately, all of the responsibility was thrust upon Wesley when Mary died in childbirth with Naomi. Welsey attempted to relinquish custody of Naomi to the Catholic Church, but as Wesley was not a catholic, they refused to take her. Nothing is known at this time about the two older children, but Naomi would have probably told you that it was of no importance- she found her family in Sidney Weimer Boyle, whom Wesley married around 1905.
Marion, meaning “bitterness”
One of the parts I so enjoy about genealogy is finding out the "hidden" details of family life. That can be pleasant or unpleasant, but always intriguing. I guess you could say finding out these things about immediate family could be pretty dangerous, like it or not, the perception we have of the people we love is rather fragile. But, lucky for me, my most interesting find (thus far) has been about my great-grandmother's aunt, Marion.
Intro
Good evening! Welcome to my new and updated blog for Genogramcrackers, a project that started as a hobby that I hope to expand (into a blog, obviously, and maybe helping others research their family history and create themselves a genogram as well!)
The next couple posts will be what I have moved over from my previous page. Hope you enjoy :)
-Joei