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Hi, My name is Vickie and to tell you a little bit about myself, I was born and raised in Kentucky and the majority of my ancestors have been in Kentucky since the 1790’s. I have always loved history, a good mystery and puzzles and that is what Family History Research is all about. As a child we would take day trips on Saturdays and head down some dirt road looking for old cemeteries. A lot of the time we weren't looking for anyone in particular, we just like to read the epitaphs. We would have a picnic lunch packed and have lunch at whatever cemetery we were at. If the weather was bad my Dad and I would go to a court house and dig through old records in musty old basements looking for our ancestors. So as you can see I have had an interest in Family History for quite some time.View my complete profile

Friday, January 6, 2017

Veldo Thomas Corley

I was trying to decide on a story to start off the year and my Daddy’s baby brother, Bobby Corley, just reminded us all a few days ago that Pa as we all called him would have been 108 years old on December 27th.   Pa, born Veldo Thomas Corley was born on December 27, 1908 in Marion, Crittenden County, Kentucky.  He was the son of William Thomas Corley and Susie Alice Chandler.  Pa was my Daddy’s step-father, and he was a wonderful man, father, grandfather and cook, you should have tasted his beans and cornbread they were heavenly.  The following picture is of Uncle Bobby with Mama Jessie and Pa Corley.

After Uncle Bobby wished Pa Corley happy birthday a few of my cousins commented on Uncle Bobby’s post on Facebook.  The following are some of the comments from my cousins.  From my sister, Kim, “Wow, Happy Birthday Pa Corley....still remember his story's and his pipe....”.  My cousin Cindee, “He told the best darn stories.  You know, I was grown before I knew he couldn't read.  And that pipe.... lOvE it!!!!  All these stories.... we all have such wonderful stories of our childhood with Pa Corley.  What wonderful memories that we can all share.... love it!!!  Somebody explain the bump on his head???”  My cousin Glendel, “Always told me momma Jesse hit him with a rolling pen not true I guess.  Celebrating his birthday with uncle lug and aunt poodie”.   My cousin Becky, “Ya he said she had a mean swing... Hey Glen I remember them lol!!!”  My sister, Deanna, “Happy Birthday Pa Corley... he always let me blow out his match after he lit his pipe.”  My cousin, Sheryl, “Awwww loved Pa Corley.  He was the best!”  My cousin, Donnie’s daughter, Lisa, “I still have a piece of drift wood he and I found in a creek bed when I was just a little girl, I have kept that treasure all these years.”   Finally, my cousin Jeanie, “Momma Jessie told him he'd lose his ass if it wasn't attached to him and he said, ‘no as soon as it hit the floor you'd have it boxed up and stuck under the bed’, God bless him he's loved.”  The following is a picture of Pa Corley with that famous pipe in his mouth and the lump on his forehead.

Their comments made me remember when I was taking an English class at Weber State University a few years ago.  I had to write a short story about a character from my family.  The first person I thought of was Pa Corley.  Everyone loved Pa, he was the best story teller you ever heard.  You could almost see and hear the people he was telling you about, and as a young child I would get up and look for them because I thought for sure they were coming right up the walk.  The following is the only picture I have of him when he was younger.  I just noticed after I put this picture here that Pa doesn’t have that lump on his head like he did in the older pictures I have of him.  Maybe Mama Jessie did hit him with a rolling pin like Glendel said.  J

Pa was the sixth of eight children, three boys and five girls and they all had unusual names, starting with the oldest Tela Ann, Zela Julia, Willie Glonzo, Waldo Ansel, Zelva Ollie, Cleo Josephine and Jewell Blondell.  As a kid I thought they had the funniest sounding names.  Pa married my Daddy’s mama, who we all called Mama Jessie, in 1943 after she had gotten a divorce from my grandpa.  Pa was 35 years old and nine years younger than Mama Jessie and had never been married before.  Mama Jessie had already been married four times and had ten children by the time she ran into Pa.   For some reason they went over to Charleston, Mississippi County, Missouri to get married.  I wish I had asked my Daddy why they went over there to get married, but unfortunately I never did.  Pa took in all her kids and excepted them all right away and even adopted Uncle Bobby and gave him his last name.  He was a special person and one we all loved very much.  I have always liked this picture of Pa Corley and Mama Jessie taken at Cave-in-Rock, Illinois just across the river from Crittenden County, Kentucky.

Pa never had any schooling and he could not read or write, but he did recognize his name when he saw it printed on something.  He worked in the spar and coal mines, did some fishing and also helped dig graves for extra money.  He may not have had any book learning, but he was smart in other ways.  Pa and Mama Jessie were married for 41 years when she died in 1984 and he died a little over two years later in 1986.  They are buried side by side at Sugar Grove Cemetery just outside Marion, Kentucky.

Pa was about 6 feet tall and weighed around 200 pounds and his hair was real thin and pretty much gray by the time I can remember.  He had this big lump on the side of his forehead and a big round face.  He was always smoking a pipe and he kept the tobacco pouch in his front pocket and would sometimes let us fill his pipe and tamp it down and light it for him.  He would even let us hold the pipe in our mouth while we lit it, when I did I guess I inhaled instead of exhaled and about choked to death, so from then on I would just fill and light it instead of holding it in my mouth.  The following is a picture taken at Mama Jessie’s 80th birthday party of Pa and Mama Jessie in 1979 and of them with nine of Mama Jessie’s ten kids, the only one not there was Uncle William.   Uncle George and Uncle Bobby are the only ones left now.

Well I have to tell you some of Pa Corley’s stories and some of the characters and their names that he came up with right off the top of his head.  He could keep us kids entertained for hours and kept us out of the house and quiet on the front porch.   Two of the characters in his stories that I remember the most were Uncle Lug and Aunt Pootie.  He could carry on conversations forever it seemed like, and you thought for sure they were setting on the porch with you.  Us kids would be setting in the swing or on the steps and Pa would be setting in the rocker on the front porch and acting like he was ignoring us.  He would just set there nice and quiet for quite a while and just slowly rock back and forth and smoke his pipe and just when we thought we weren’t going to get any stories he would up and just start talking to Uncle Lug or Aunt Pootie or both of them.

“Well, Uncle Lug did you finish gettin’ in your crops yesterday?  Yes sir, you got some mighty pretty soil, it’s so black and rich, ought to grow you a fine crop this year, yes sir re bob.  How is the young en’s doing?  Did Tater get over the croup?  What happen to Marcel?  I heard tell he run off with the Sisco girl from down in the bottoms and they got married over cross the river.  Is she in the family way like they all is saying?  Did you hear tell about Massa George over in Cave-in-Rock?  Heard tell he pert near blowed his big toe off when his shotgun went off when they was out coon hunting last weekend.  Well Aunt Pootie I didn’t see you comin’ up the walk, how you been doing?  You lookin’ right smart there, are you headed for town and some shopping?  Yes, Jessie done been feeling poorly for the past week and sure believe she could use some cheering up ‘bout now.  Why you just go on in and make yourself to home and I go fetch her fer ya.  Uncle Lug did I tell you I done some work for Gilbert’s again last week.  I done dug two graves again.  People been droppin’ like flies lately, pert near hear about two or three a week seems like lately.  This weather don’t clear up soon and warm us up they may be more we be a plantin’ before the summer even gets a going.”

Pa would go on forever and switch from talking to Uncle Lug or Aunt Pootie to one of their children that may have just shown up during one of his conversations.  He would get so caught up in his talking that sometimes I think he may have even forgotten he was telling us a story or that we were even still on the porch.  He was a sweet old man and he took all of his stepchildren and their children and treated us all like his own family.  Everybody ought to have a story teller in their family.  Someone who can keep you entertained and out of trouble and we had ours in Pa Corley.

I guess the holidays make you think back on those that have passed on and I have been thinking about a lot of people in the past few weeks.  I lost my Aunt Sis the week before Thanksgiving and since then we have lost more family members on my side and my husband’s side as well as a few friends.  One was 102 and she was ready to go home and the youngest was my daughters friend who was only 28 and left two little girls and she wasn’t ready to go.  I have been to way too many funerals in the past few weeks and just this morning I learned that my Aunt Donna had passed away, she was 86.  I won’t be able to attend her funeral because she lived in Arkansas, but my thoughts and prayers are with all of her kids, grandkids and great-grandkids. She just had a new great-granddaughter born on January 4th. The following picture is Aunt Donna with her three oldest kids, David, Janice and Nancy is the baby, I think this was in Woodlake, California.

If there is a story you remember hearing, ask someone that you think may have heard the same story and write It down.  I do this kind of thing for a living, but I always thought I had more time to ask my Dad and Mom questions, but I didn’t and now it is too late to ask them.  I still have some aunts and uncles though, so I have been talking to them more and asking them questions.  I have talked to Uncle Bobby more since Aunt Sis passed then I have in quite some time and I have really enjoyed doing that.  He is the baby of Mama Jessie’s ten kids, but he listened to a lot of the different stories over the years and his memory is great and so is his big brother’s, Uncle George’s. 
So we never know when it will be our time to go, talk to your family, visit those that are getting older, and stop looking at your cell phones, because at any time they could be gone and you will wish that you had gone and seen them one more time.

Sunday, January 1, 2017

My Blog in Review

First off I want to say Happy New Year to all my family and friends, and may 2017 be your best year yet!!!!!!!

I have really enjoyed writing and posting here on my blog.  I never thought I would be doing something like this, but it has been really fun and I have enjoyed all the comments and suggestions I have received since starting this journey.

I have to give thanks again to my cousin, Cathy Meder-Dempsey, who has her own blog at Opening Doors in Brick Walls for giving me this idea.  I did not realize that I could look at the stats for my blog, I am still pretty new at this.  I had a ticker on my home page showing how many views since I first started, but I did not know I could see where those views had come from or which of my posts had the most views.

Thanks so much to everyone who has read my stories, given me ideas for more stories and sent me pictures and documents to go along with these stories.  I have even met a few people through this blog that I would never have gotten the chance to meet any other way.   I am actually going to be meeting another such person sometime this month who says they have some pictures and documents and can also show us where the family home use to be for one of the stories I wrote on my husbands line.  The following quote I ran across recently definitely says what I feel.

I still don't know what I will be posting for this new year, but I hope I can do more than I did this past year.  Life got a little bit in the way and so I did not have as much time as I wanted to research and write my stories.

The following are my stats for today, Sunday morning, January 1st, 2017, since I first started my blog in November of 2014.  I sure didn't think I would have had over 45,000 page views in just over 2 years, but that is what the stats are saying.

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Thanks again for all of the support, sharing of pictures, documents, etc and especially the love.

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Christmas Memories

I was just remembering some of the things my Daddy told me about him and his family during Christmas time when he was a kid.  Things were real tough, there was never enough of anything, money, food, clothes, etc.   He said if they were lucky they might get some oranges and some hard candy to share.  He didn’t really remember getting any kind of toys growing up, unless one of his older half-brothers, William or Harold bought them something.  Daddy never knew any of his grandparents they had all died before he was born, except for one, Rose Daniel Beard and she died when Daddy was four and he had never meet her because she was living in California.

One of the stories Daddy told me about was when he was around 5 years old, so this would have been the winter of 1939 or 1940.  They were living in an old house out by the Love Graveyard in Crittenden County, Kentucky.  The house was not weather proof at all, cracks in the walls and no insulation.  That winter whenever it would snow they would wake up in the morning with a thin layer of snow on their very thin blankets.  The four boys, George, Don, Jack and my Daddy slept in one bed and their three sisters, Helen, Dale and Sis slept in another all in the same room.  The baby, Bobby was in the room with their parents.  Daddy being the youngest in the bed, thankfully was able to sleep in the middle, but he said he was still so cold, poor George and Don were on the outside and they only had one thin blanket for all of them to use on each bed.  How none of them didn’t catch pneumonia and die is beyond me?

Daddy said that was a pretty rough year, his parents had been bickering and fighting and two years later finally got a divorce.  Daddy said his sister Helen would always try and fix something tasty for Christmas with the little food they had available.  I think this is why my Daddy always wanted to make sure me and my siblings always had a wonderful Christmas and we never went without.  I now know as an adult that we didn’t always have very much money either, but Daddy made sure we were always warm, fed and clothed and there were always presents under the tree.

Now my Mom on the other hand never had a lot of money in her family either, but her memories were so much better than my Daddy’s of the Christmas’ she and her family had growing up.  Mom said there was always lots of love in whatever they found in their stockings, be it candy, oranges, or a little toy.  My Mamaw and Papaw, my Mom’s parents, never had much as children growing up and so they made sure their children had a nice Christmas, it might not have been much, but it was the thoughts and the actions that counted.  Mamaw was a fantastic cook and there was always plenty on the table, no one ever went hungry at their house.

Mamaw and Papaw’s house was always full of love, not just at Christmas, but year round.  So many of my most special memories are going out to that little house on the hill in Henderson County, Kentucky on Christmas Eve and all my Mom’s siblings and their families would be there too.  All of us cousins would be lined up wall to wall in blankets on the floor in the living room with the Christmas tree in the one corner.  We would all be talking and laughing and Papaw would holler in, “you kids better be settling down or Santa Claus ain’t never going to be showing up”.  We would giggle and laugh a little more, because we knew Papaw wasn’t going to come out of his bedroom, but we would settle down and soon we would all be out like a light.

There might have been a handful of presents under that tree on Christmas Eve, but somehow in the middle of the night that little pile would be gigantic on Christmas morning and never mind that there could be ten to fifteen kids laying all across that floor around the tree.  How they got those presents under the tree without any of us waking up is still a mystery, because believe me, my cousins and I tried our hardest to stay awake and catch them, but we never did.  I just love the following pictures of Mamaw and Papaw on a Christmas morning a long time ago.

The next picture is of me with our oldest daughter, Elaine in 1980.  She is the only one of our kids to be able to spend Christmas Eve at my Mamaw and Papaw’s house.   We never lived close enough when the other kids came along to be able to do that.  That horse Elaine is setting on was given to her by my Aunt Iva and Uncle Roger and she played with that thing forever and then when her son, Elijah was born he got to play with it too.  Elaine now has it setting in her bedroom, because the wheels are a little bit wobbly now, of course that horse is 36 years old now.  It’s time to let him rest in the pasture.  This picture is a little sad too, because Papaw is no longer with us and neither is Little Guy.  Papaw passed in 1994 and Little Guy in 2007.  We sure do miss all of our family who have gone on to their heavenly home, especially at Christmas time.

My memories of Christmas when we did stay at our house and not go out to Mamaw and Papaw’s are pretty good too.  Sometimes we didn’t live close enough to go to their house and we all missed doing that, but Daddy and Mom always made Christmas special.   Mom could never make any small meals, so there was always plenty to eat and she was just as good of a cook as her Momma, my Mamaw was.  We always had plenty of toys, candy, books, clothes you name it.  Somehow my Daddy and Mom could sneak in and place presents under the tree and hide things that we never could find or catch them at.

When our kids were growing up we would alternate between my parents and my in-laws and so our kids got to spend time with both sets of grandparents.  We live in Utah and my parents were also in Utah and Roy’s parents were in Arizona, so it was either snow or sand, but fun times in both places.  My Mom would make your traditional Christmas meal of ham, turkey and the fixings and Roy’s Mom would make enchiladas, chili rellenos, tacos and always have fresh tamales from Mrs. Zamora.

Now as an adult with kids and grandkids of my own, I hope that they too will have special memories of Christmas with us, and with their grandparents.  

May we all always remember, that the reason for the season is our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and his love for each and every one of us.

Merry Christmas to all of our family both near and far and to all of our friends as well and too all of those in heaven looking down and watching over all of us.

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Violet Joy Beard Mahan

‘Aunt Sis’

I never thought I would get a call that said my dear Aunt Sis was gone, until much later.  She was healthy as a horse she always told me and she was only on one prescription, she was proud to say.   She had gotten up Friday morning fixed her cup of coffee and probably her one piece of toast with a little peanut butter spread on it.  She had then set down at her kitchen table opened her newspaper and started sipping on her coffee.  Thankfully Uncle George was able to go out to Clovis this past summer with his niece, Crystal, Uncle Jack’s oldest daughter and visit with Aunt Sis.  Here is a picture that Crystal took while they were there.  Crystal said, that if they were setting down it was always together and they would hold hands the whole time.  Aunt Sis told me they had a wonderful visit and Uncle George told me about his visit to when I called and talked to him.

Her morning routine was to eat her toast, drink her coffee and then check the weather for the areas where her family lived.  She always checked Kentucky for Uncle George and Uncle Bobby’s area, then Oklahoma for her sister, Dale’s family there, then here in Utah for my family, then she would check and see what her area was going to be like.  She next would look at all the obituaries and she loved to read about what was happening in Hollywood.  Once she was done she would get ready for the day, usually turn on the TV watch a little news, she didn’t like to watch very much, because she said it was so depressing anymore.  More than likely she would watch episodes of Everybody Loves Raymond or The Big Bang Theory, she had all the seasons for both on DVD and she had her favorite episodes as well, that she would watch over and over.  She loved Elvis too and had a number of DVD’s of him singing or his movies that she also watched over and over.

Uncle Norris had left me a message on Facebook to call him and when I finally saw the message I did just that and he told me that he had tried to call her a couple of different times yesterday morning and when she didn’t ever answer he had his caretaker, Steve, run over to the house and see what was going on.  The house was locked and Steve went around to the back to look in the windows and saw her slumped over on the kitchen table, she had never finished her coffee.  I am so thankful that she was able to go so quickly and that now she is with her siblings and her parents that have gone on before.  She missed them so much and would talk about all of them for hours.  I know she was welcomed with loving arms by all of them and my Daddy is probably singing some of her favorite songs right now.

Back in 1997 my Daddy, her little brother, Tog, had written a short little bio about each of his nine siblings and here is what he had to say about Aunt Sis.  “Violet, or ‘Sis’ as most of us called her, was the first one of the Beard children to graduate from high school.  She graduated from Woodlake Union High School in June 1953.  (This is in Woodlake, California).  After a trip to Kentucky to visit Mother and Pa, she came back to Woodlake where she dated and then married, Norris Dean Mahan in December 1954 in Las Vegas, Nevada.  She and Norris raised their three children and still live in the Fresno, California area.   Sis worked for David & Sons, packing and processing sunflower seeds, pumpkin seeds, and other munchies for many years and retired from the job in 1995.  She is one of those rare gals that never seems to age.  Her hobbies that I know of is collecting antiques and going to yard sales.  She has a bumper sticker that reads, "This Car Breaks for All Yard Sales".  Sis is a special sister and friend.  She has had a lot of trials in life but is always able to overcome them with a smile.”  My Daddy thought the world of her and of all of his siblings.

Violet Joy Mahan was the daughter of Aubrey David Beard, 1895-1974, and Jessie Doss, 1899-1984, and the twin sister of Jackie Loy Beard, 1934-2004.  Aunt Sis and Uncle Jack were born in Providence, Webster County, Kentucky.  The following are some pictures I have seen and scanned, showing Aunt Sis and her twin brother, Jack, with their mother and with their father.

Aunt Sis and all her siblings had your typical childhood, but it was pretty rough sometimes though.  Food was scarce and the homes they lived in sometimes let the rain and snow blow through the cracks and onto the beds they slept on.  Aunt Sis didn’t like to talk too much about when she was a kid, but every now and again when I was visiting she would tell me little stories here and there and my Daddy told me lots more so I can kind of fill in some blanks.   In 1942 the Beard family, containing, Aubrey, Jessie, and their children Helen, George, Dale, Don, Jack, Sis, Tog and Bobby were living on Walker Street in Marion, Kentucky, this was an unusual place for the family to be living as they had mostly lived out in the country somewhere their entire life.  As a matter of fact, on the 1940 census they had been living out by the Love Graveyard, so they hadn't lived in town for very long.  Jessie’s two oldest sons, William Teague and Harold Walls were both in the military and serving overseas or getting ready to go overseas in the war.  Aubrey was working as a general contractor at the time, as he had been for many years.  His specialty was paper hanging, and he was the best in the area according to many that knew him.  Aubrey and Jessie didn’t have a very good marriage and were separated off and on and finally in 1942 they got a divorce.  The divorce decree stated that seven of the children, Helen, George, Dale, Don, Jack, Sis and Tog were to live with their father, the baby, Bobby, to stay with his mother. 

When I was back home in 2012, Uncle George and Uncle Bobby told me that the house they had lived in by the Love Graveyard was still standing and they told me how to find it, so I went and took a picture of it.  It was pretty cool to stand there and listen to the wind blowing through the trees and thinking about my Daddy and all his siblings living there and playing there.   Here is what it looked when I was there.

Here are some more pictures of Aunt Sis and her siblings.  The first picture is Harold, Helen, George, Don, Dale and the twins, Jack and Sis, in the buggy.   Next is one I have always loved, Aunt Helen is setting in the doorway, then from left to right is my Daddy, Tog, then Uncle Jack in the middle and Aunt Sis beside him.  The next Aunt Sis doesn’t look to happy but her world was being turned upside down around the time this picture was probably taken.  The last picture was probably taken around Woodlake somewhere and Aunt Helen, who my Daddy always called his other mother, has her arms around Aunt Sis and Uncle Jack.

It was shortly after the divorce that Aubrey took his seven kids and left Kentucky for Woodlake, California.   Woodlake was where Aubrey’s mother had lived and where his sister, Nina and his brothers, Duell and Petieman were living.  They left Marion, Kentucky and went over to Princeton, Kentucky and caught a train for California.   They were on a military troop train for most of their journey.   Aunt Helen told me about all the military men and how handsome so many of them were and that she flirted all the way across the country.  The trip started out to be fun and exciting for these poor little Kentucky kids, but it also was a very long, dirty, boring and exhausting ride for kids who were used to running wild all over Crittenden and Webster Counties.  Jack even got lost for a while and Helen and George and some of the soldiers on the train helped the family look through all the cars for him.  For a while there they thought the 8-year-old boy may have somehow gotten off the train at their last stop, but thankfully he was sound asleep right under the seat where Papaw Beard was setting.  Aunt Sis said she really didn’t remember any of that train ride even though she was eight years old at the time.  Daddy remembered quite a bit and Uncle George remembered even more when I ask him about the trip.

After the family arrived in California things were pretty tough until Papaw Beard could get a job and get them all settled.  They lived with Aunt Nina and Uncle Clyde for a little while, then they lived out at McGee’s Camp on the outskirts of Woodlake and then finally Uncle Duell, Papaw Beard’s brother, told them they could live in the house he had built for their mother if Papaw Beard took care of Uncle Petieman their handicapped brother.  Papaw Beard agreed and they moved into that little house on Walnut Street in Woodlake, here is a picture of that house with Uncle Duell’s car in the driveway.  Daddy always said it was the nicest house he ever lived in as a kid.  Aunt Sis told me lots of stories about this house and how much she loved living there.

Aunt Sis was pretty popular at school from everything I have heard, she was a beautiful young woman and was the first of her siblings to graduate from high school, which she did in June of 1953.   Aunt Sis went back to Kentucky right after graduation to visit her mother and stayed for a little while but came back to Woodlake and soon started dating Norris Mahan.   They were married in December of 1954 in Las Vegas, Nevada.  The following are just a few pictures of this beautiful Aunt of mine.  In the one picture she is with her cousin, Peggy Lou, Aunt Nina’s granddaughter.  The last two pictures in this section is of my Daddy and Aunt Sis who are in the middle and two of their friends and then Aunt Sis in the front a friend in the middle and my Daddy on the back.

Aunt Sis loved all of her siblings, but she and her sisters had a very special bond.  I have a few pictures of her with these sisters, Aunt Helen and Aunt Dale, man did she miss them after they both had passed away.  The first picture is in about 1938, then about 1947 and then about 1951 probably.  Then Aunt Sis with some of her siblings in later years, from left to right Tog, Helen, William, Dale, Sis & Bobby.

Aunt Sis and Uncle Norris would have celebrated their 62nd wedding anniversary this next month.  They became the parents of three children, Karen, Debbie and Brian, and the grandparents to ten grandchildren and one great-grandson.  Aunt Sis sure did love her family and was always telling me about what each of them were doing, she was proud of all of them.  Uncle Norris was so heart broken when he told me yesterday about Aunt Sis, I know he loved her very much and will miss her every day.  The following are some pictures of them and their family.

The first picture is of Aunt Sis and Uncle Norris right before they got married, then shortly after.  Next, Debbie, Brian and Karen.  Finally, Aunt Sis and Uncle Norris with their three kids.  Then Aunt Sis and Uncle Norris in later years.

Brian took his Mom back to Kentucky in 2015 to see her brothers, George and Bobby and they had a wonderful time.  She was so happy that she was able to go back one more time to see her old home and to see all of her family there.  The following are a few pictures that were taken on that trip.  With her brothers, George on the left and Bobby on the right.  Then with her brother, Don’s kids, Aaron, Cindy, Glendal and Becky, and then with a couple of her brother, Jack’s girls, Joy in the one and Crystal in the last one.  She loved all of her nieces and nephews and they all loved her too.

My husband, Roy worked out in Fresno for five years going out there pretty much every month until February of 2015.  I went with him just about every time and would drop him off at work and then go to visit with Aunt Sis and Uncle Norris and spend the day with them while Roy was at work.   Sometimes I would take Aunt Sis and we would drive to Woodlake.  She always wanted to go to the cemetery and then drive past the house on Walnut Street.  It is still standing, though it has been remodeled and added on to so that it no longer really resembles the old house she lived in as a child.  We always drove past Aunt Helen’s house too and once Billy was home so we stopped in and visited with him for a little while too.  I took her up to Sequoia National Park a couple of different times and we would stop in Three Rivers and have ice cream at the little shop that she said had been there for a very long time.  She loved her ice cream that is for sure.

I have sure missed my visits that I had with her, but I know she is in a better place with her parents and her siblings who she missed so very much.  I had just sent her a card last week with a picture of the dolls she has given me over the years and how I had found a place for them to display in my updated office. 

Karen sent me a text and sent me a picture of the card and the picture that was on the counter at her Mom’s house.  Uncle Bobby called me yesterday and he is so sad and heartbroken too and he said Uncle George was taking it pretty hard too.  He just wanted to let me know that he loved me and that he prays for all of us all the time.  That is what family is for and I am so happy I was able to go visit her and get to know her better than I ever had before.

Aunt Sis you were loved and will be missed by so many, tell my Daddy and my Momma hi for me and I love all of you so much.

Written by her niece, Vickie Beard Thompson on 20 Nov 2016