This is going to be linked to Sepia Saturday , along with other fine photos to enjoy and read about, come see at Sepia Saturday 60 : 5 February 2011
..I really don't know a lot about my family, but i do get tid bits now and then when my big sister gets to talking.
I am the youngest of 5, so by the time i was interested in hearing the stories, everyone else was tired of them. Now there is only me and two of my sisters left. I'm slowly learning all i can about the family past, so i can pass it down to my kids, they to theirs and so on.
I'll start with my maternal grandparents, Frank and Iva Green. She was 29 when they married. In those days that was OLD to still be single. My sister Judy believes she married him because of her age and the fear of forever being alone...but i believe she loved him. When you think about him being an full indian and her being white, and what that must have meant for them in those days. A white woman with a red man!
He was killed at the age of 35 when a brick wall fell on him. He left behind Iva and 4 kids, my mother being one of them.
There is one story that says he was a train robber once...which is really funny, as Iva's father was a U.S Marshal.
These two have been a mystery for a long time. Many in the family have tried to find more of their story, but too much time has gone by and taken their story with it.