I finally got up early this morning to go down to my workshop. I am working on a needlework for a friemd.. While I was blocking this needlework, which was quite large, I started thinking of handme downs. This is something someone give you. I have many tools that had been my grandmothers or may even have been my great grandmothers as she had been an artist. My grandma took care of her mother till her death. I was contemplating about handme downs and what I could share.
My grandmother was an only child. Her parents married late in life. But I can see she was very close to her cousins and there children. Her Aunt and Uncle Woody took her to Ocean City, New Jersey, every summer. They owned a monster duplex home down there. I didn’t know about this until I decided to contact one of her cousins.
I seem to like to write in small purse size spiral notepads. I found one recently which my grandmother’s nieces email address was printed on page. I was somewhat surprised that I still had it. I decided to write to this cousin, as her father was close to my grandmother. It seems they were more like brother and sister then just cousins. I wondered what other information she might know that I didn’t know?
I introduced myself to her incase she didn’t remember me. Then I asked her if she could tell me about my grandmother’s life at the beach in the summer time. I was hoping the email would go thru, and it did. These cousins are about 10 years older than me. They are in retirement home, but they still have home on the beach as well. Apparently there children have this to go to, and it sounds like they
Shortly, I did receive a reply and was happy to get new information that I didn’t have. They always felt she was more like a sister than a cousin becuase they grew up together. I thought that was great family relationship to have. Here is what my cousin wrote to me – I placed it in quote below.
“My cousin told me, that my grandmother told her one summer when she was visiting with them that she remembered having a small room up on the third floor that overlooked the ocean. That house stood for over 100 years but was finally torn down about 20 years ago. She really enjoyed all the memories it brought back that summer. My dad always said that Ella was more like a sister than a cousin as they spent so much time together growing up. My grandparents sold that house and built one in the Gardens section of Ocean City which later became my parents.”
So I am treasuring this information and pictures she has handed down to me that I had not thought to ask her when she was alive. The pictures are in a pdf format. In order to show that I would have had to print it then scan them and then upload them.But I am not in place where I can do that presently.
The only other handme down that I forgotten about until recently was I have a framed sampler, that was embroider by my 5th great Grandmother Hannah Jones. This handmade embriodery hung in my grandmothers house. I also noted she left our legacy on back of the picture. I am planning on replacing as it is turning yellow from the enviroment. I am planning on passing it on to my granddaughter.
Hannah, my 5th great grandmother was born out of wedlock, but her parents eventually marriied after her birth. They remained married and had 4 more children. Her morther was Quaker and her family disowned her. I can imagine this unfortunely event, but wont go into details.
I found a little notebook and letter amongst my grandmother things in the basement of her home. The letter was written by my 5th great grandmother on handmade paper in her handwriting. She had married Thomas Rees and they were asking forgiveness to be accepted into fellowship with Friends. So for the longest time, I did not know what Hannah’s mother’s maiden name was. But I attended a Wynne Family Reunion in Morgantown, Pennsylvania and found someone that seem to know that she had been disowned. It was probably written in some Quaker records. Her mother’s maiden name was Esther Tunis. Her grandfather was one of founders of Germantown, Pennsylvania. It’s kind of hard for me to undestand how mother could disown her own child.
I can relate to this to this unfortunate event. Some years back my mother had her heart valve replaced. Afterwards she wanted to warn me, so I would not be hurt, she didn’t really tell me why, and when she told me I was shock and didn’t ask why at the time, she told me that dad had left me out of their will. I was vey hurt by this for years. He did not known that I knew.
After talking to other friends, one friend shared his story with me. He wanted to marry certain girl – his mother told him if he married her he would be taken out of their will. He did marry and his mother kept her promise he wasn’t in will. I guess its part of life and I had to try and let go and knew God would take care of me. But it was still hurtful.
I treasure stories that have been handed down to me as well as this framed embroidery that this 5th great grandmother did by hand. It has a little verse at the bottom but I can’t recall.at the moment.
I am thankful for history or just little stories that relatives hand down to me, What are you thankful for?