One day I was hunting ducks with Butch at our farm on the Lissie Prairie in Texas. As we walked toward the pond where we were going to hunt, we happened upon a cow and her newly born calf. The mother immediately decided that the nearest person was a threat to her baby and started…
Here is what I knew about Edith until this morning. She was the daughter of James and Lydia Thoms. She was born on June 22, 1881. She was an only child. She graduated from the University of Chicago with PhB degree. She was the mother of ten children. She died on August 6, 1975. Then…
When I published the website I thought I had edited my posts pretty thoroughly but then it was pointed out to me that there were some strange characters in my posts. I was writing and dictating to Microsoft Word and then cut and pasting to the WordPress site. It turns out that the two of…
I started inserting some posts. Now it is your turn to add to the stories. Note that there are the following categories of posts: Father & Mother, The Aunts and Uncles, The First Cousins, The Cousin’s Children, The Cousins Children’s Children and Uncategorized. You can add your story by entering it in the Submitted Post’s…
One summer when Tad and I were teenagers we decided to take the old Thompson speedboat out to Peterson’s Bay in Detroit harbor. Being magnanimous we allowed Rod to accompany us. So, all three of us zoomed out to Peterson’s Bay. After several successful circuits around the bay, I managed to get too close to…
This story is dedicated to Roberta who never fails to remind me of one of my major screw ups when we are having family gatherings. In the summer of my 17th year mom and dad took a day trip from Washington Island to Green Bay. They decided to leave Ann and I at home because…
This story is dedicated to my buddy Tad who always seemed to escape the final consequences. When we were about five years old, our parents were having a family party at the boathouse on the island. My mom and dad had recently acquired a new car, I believe it was a Pontiac, and I was…
Robert Gordon was born in Glascow, Scotland. He was one of five children. Three of the children lived to see North America and two deceased by that time. His mother was named Jane. His father was named James. His living siblings at the time of the move to the United States were James and Annie….
Uncle George and I were sitting in the backyard at grandmother’s house talking one day and he related to me the vision he had the day that Grandfather Gordon died. He said a carriage came from the sky and picked up grandfather’s soul and took it back up into the sky toward heaven. To this…
