MEET MY FAMILY – MOM’S SIDE – A MILESTONE NO ONE ELSE HAS MET!

It’s been a roller coaster of emotions with my daughter being sick with cancer, but it is a great relaxation to blog about someone in our family who reached a  milestone that no one else on Mom’s or Dad’s side of the family has ever met. My sister Brenda and her husband Ronald celebrated 50 years of marriage last year September 25, 2015. Their children surprised them with a 50th Wedding Anniversary banquet. It was just beautiful. And just this past Sunday they celebrated 51 years of marriage! Let’s all stand up and applaud. She was 19 years old and he was 24 when they married.  She just turned 70 and he’ll be 75 in December.

No one else in our entire family has ever reached that milestone, due to death of a spouse or divorce of a spouse. My grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, in-laws, and siblings.  Mr. and Mrs. Wilbert Ronald Evans have the distinction of being married 51 years this past Sunday, September 25, 2016. That record gives one hope in this non-committed society where anything like a shoe size is cause for divorce. It’s an honor to know anyone who has weathered the storm and came out wiser for it.

If you remember, my sister Brenda was named after one of my dad’s sisters, and she has the distinction of being the oldest of all the grandchildren on my Mom’s side, too.

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY RONALD AND BRENDA.

GOD GRANT YOU MORE YEARS TOGETHER!

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Cutting Anniversary cake

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Mr. and Mrs. Wilbert and Brenda Evans Golden Anniversary Banquet

 

 

WHY I AM NOT SAYING “WHY”

 

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Hi All,

It has been a whirlwind of activity and emotions with my daughter being sick. I have been examining my own reactions and thoughts about her condition:

I wondered why I wasn’t screaming, yelling and crying uncontrollably. It’s because first and foremost, “it’s not about me,” it’s about my daughter and her welfare and getting better. I don’t have time to indulge myself. Yes, at the beginning I cried for about 10 minutes. Then I stopped.  She needs me.

I wondered why I didn’t say, “Why me or why my daughter?” It’s because I know that pain and heartache and sickness and disease inhabits this entire world. It’s because others that I love and know are suffering, too. I watch them and how they quietly do what is necessary to endure and get better. I think that it’s unfair to say why me when sickness comes to all of us. By me saying why me, I suggest that it’s alright for others to go through but not me or mine.

I wondered why I was exhausted and would fall into the bed sleeping heavily. It’s because, as a mom, I am anxious for my daughter. It’s because if I could, I would take the pain for her, but I can’t. I can, however, be there for her and do all I can do to make her trial of illness a little better. I can do that for sure.

I wondered why I am not out of my mind with worry. It’s because in that state of mind I cannot be of service to her. I can’t even pray for her like that. If nothing else I can be a support for her and comfort as much as I can. Worrying my hair out keeps  me from doing that. She means more to me than my biting my nails down to the quick. I don’t have the right to do that. I have to be there for her.

Ultimately, I have a grip because the God whom I serve has already taken care of this situation.

Rosa

AND NOW…A WORD FROM OUR SPONSOR

If you grew up watching T.V. when I was young, there was alway a commercial or it was called a station break or even a word from our sponsor. I like that last phrase: Here’s a word from our sponsor.

I’ve enjoyed sharing my family’s history with you. You’ve all been sharing with me, too. I love it. But since I’ve shared with you almost daily something about family, I have had to take a station break. I want to give a word from the sponsor (me).

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I don’t know where you are in your relationships with family and close friends, but if it is a broken or even shattered relationship, try to mend it. Circumstances can change so drastically and so suddenly and you don’t want anything to get in between you and your loved one will may come to need you.

I have three daughters and one son and for so long they have made me proud. The illnesses we’ve all endured to this point have been ‘fixable’ and not too severe, but now my youngest daughter was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer. I just couldn’t wrap my head around it for about 3 days. But since that time she’s gone through surgery, and will soon take Chemotherapy. My heart is broken for her and my husband and I are with her. She is the quietest of all the children, and she has a strength that the others don’t necessarily have. She will never have children, which in and of itself doesn’t bother me—she said more than once as a teen that she never wanted children. She is content to be an aunt. It’s at times like these that I find the faith that I’ve let you hear in my posts from time to time is strong. I have no doubt that God has picked her out for this particular test—and me, too. I’m a mom and feel as a mom would feel to hear her child is ill like that. But my faith in Jesus the Christ is solid and He’s brought us through other trials. He won’t fail now. ovarian-cancer-awareness-fbcover

Keep her in your thoughts and prayers.

Rosa

 

MEET MY FAMILY – MOM’S SIDE – MY AUNT ELLA

 

 

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              Aunt Ella age 87

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Infant Aunt Ella in 1929 with her older brother

What can I say about my Aunt Ella? So much. She was always so animated to me. She was a person I looked forward to seeing. We all loved to go to her house and stay overnight. If we couldn’t stay overnight, we’d stay just for a visit. No matter, we love her to this moment. Now she was not without her own set of idiosyncrasies:

When a child is 5 or 6 years old and Aunt Ella comes over making you smile and laugh  you warm up to her. So, as a child you ask, “Aunt Ella, how old are you?” She would answer, “I’m 19.” Whenever she said that, we would believe her. We were 5 and 6 years old, so 19 seemed a BIG age. Plus, no one ever refuted her statement. But when you are about 10-12 years of age and ask Aunt Ella, how old she is and her rely is, “I’m 19,” you begin to wonder whether that statement is true or not. When you turn 18 or 19 and ask that same question of Aunt Ella and she replies, “I’m 19,” you know that for many years she had been pulling your leg.  Check this out:

  1. Whenever she came over she made all of us kids stand in line as she gave us all a big spoonful of COD LIVER OIL! Yuck.cod-liver-oil
  2. Whenever you stayed with her your breakfast was Ralston Purina Hot Wheat Cereal, there was never an exceptionoldbox-ralston
  3. She always made you work, but never called it work. She said, “take this into the basement, while you’re resting.”
  4. She always taught us to marry for money: “Looks can’t feed ya.”
  5. She called my daddy “Son.” All the time. He was her brother-in-law.
  6. She was color struck: “Only marry ‘white meat’.” One great niece did that. No one else.
  7. You have never been disciplined until she used a switch on your legs.
  8. She is royalty: She calls herself the Queen of Spain!
  9. After all these years, when asked how old she is, she says, “I’m almost 20.”

There’s no one like her. Love you Auntie. More tomorrow.

 

MEET MY FAMILY – MY MOM’S SIDE – MY GRANDMA

This is my grandmother, Jimmie Marie Thomas-Jordan, as a youth12662733_901220829997986_1556625937150571113_n

My grandmother was born in Birmingham, AL and she along with her parents moved to Detroit, MI in the early 1910s  She was 2 almost 3 years old when she became ill, and lost her hearing. I don’t know the illness that did it. I know that my great-grandmother called to my grandmother and my grandmother never answered or indicated that she heard her mom calling her. That’s when great-grandmother took her to the doctor and discovered she was deaf.

In the picture above she is attending Michigan School of the Deaf in Flint, MI. She is about 9 or 10 years old (about 1920 or 21) in this picture.

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This is a picture of the Michigan  School of the Deaf about the turn of the 20th century.

Reference:http://www.michiganschoolforthedeaf.org/content/school-history

Here is something quaint: When my mother was a little girl and attended school, the teachers thought that she was a deaf-mute because she never spoke. They finally realized that she could speak. It was the fact that her parents were deaf mutes and used sign language to communicate that she didn’t speak.

During that time, my mom said she was embarrassed that her parents couldn’t talk and she hid the fact that she knew sign language until my grandmother came up to her school and began talking on her hands to mom. After she left, the teacher, bless her heart, raved about the fact that my mom could communicate like that. From that time on my mother was never ashamed of sign language again.  More tomorrow.

Rosa

 

MEET MY FAMILY – MOM’S SIDE

You know what, I think that in this technological age, this hustle and bustle environment in which we live; along with this instant gratification genre we’re all susceptible to, it’s easy to lose out on things that are important and lasting. That’s why I am enjoying talking about my family’s history. With that being said, please meet my grandparents on my mom’s side of the family:

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Mr. James & Mrs. Jimmie Marie Shephard

My grandfather James Shephard was born in 1895. My grandmother was born in 1910. Granddaddy passed away in 1970, and Grandma passed away in 1997. They were married for 41 years. This is a really beautiful picture of them. My grandmother was so very lovely. Here is a fact I want to share about them:

My grandparents both were deaf mutes. In our family on my mom’s side, we have two traits: One is that we have twins that show up every other generation. I know because I gave birth to twins myself. And we have that deaf gene I guess you call it, that also shows up every other generation.  My grandfather was born deaf, and his brother right behind him was also born deaf. My grandmother at the age of 3 years old had an illness that left her deaf. They had 10 children and all of them were born hearing and speaking.

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Brenda the oldest 70 yrs old Zeeland the youngest about 27 yrs old Both deaf (Brenda in one year) Zeeland (completely deaf)

When my mom and aunts and uncles began having their own children, my oldest sister, Brenda, was born deaf in one ear. Now the interesting thing about that is she is the oldest of all of the grandchildren on my mom’s side of the family. The last grandchild to be born to my aunts and uncles, who would be the youngest of all the grandchildren was born totally deaf. Family history is a curiosity that begs to be gratified. More tomorrow.

MEET MY FAMILY – TRIVIA AND FACTS

Here are some things I know about my dad’s side of the family:

  • He had a brother named Steven, who was lynched as a teen. I don’t know why.
  • His brother, Uncle Jesse was also killed and lynched. His story can be Googled. Uncle Jesse was married and had one child, a girl.
  • Uncle Amos ran with his mom and sister to save their lives when people wanted to kill them for their land.
  • My dad was on the chain gang as a young teen.
  • Aunt Lucy Mae never had children of her own.
  • My dad had a sister named Brenda. (My oldest sister was named after her). I  never knew her or saw a picture of her. She worked as a maid doing day work. She was killed while working. Her employer, the husband got into an argument with his own wife and started shooting his wife. Bullets were flying and my Aunt Brenda was killed by a stray bullet.
  • My dad’s great-grandmother was a full-blooded Cherokee Native American.
  • Uncle  Jesse was a soldier in the Army
  • Uncle Amos was a sailor in the Navy
  • Daddy was a United States Marine
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1870 Census Taker

Here’s information we got from the 1935 Census Bureau about my dad’s side of the family: (1867 – 1945 Florida State Census)

  • Will Payne – Born in 1893 approximately (Grandfather)
  • Lucy Ann Payne – Born in 1897 (Grandmother)

Ages in 1935 Census

  1. Will Payne – 42
  2. Lucy Ann Payne – 38
  3. Amos Payne – 12
  4. Lucy Mae Payne – 8
  5. Charlie Payne – 14
  6. Jesse Payne – 16
  7. Ruby Thurston – 25
  8. Henry Hunter – 36

Both Grandfather and Grandmother were born to former slaves.

More tomorrow

Rosa