Friday, July 3, 2015

My Earliest Photo of my Mother

I thought I had no photos of my mother prior to her high school years. She graduated from high school in 1943. My dad has had her photo album from the 1940s in his house all my life! A few years ago I brought it home and scanned all the photos. I particularly liked the photos because she wrote captions on every one with a white pen, as you can see in the photo above.

For some reason, I've scanned the photo above but had NEVER taken time to study it. This afternoon it caught my attention and I gave it a good look. I'm sure my mother is the second girl from the right. I've added her name to help with the identification.  I'm thinking she might be about 10 years old. What do you think?

Saturday, June 27, 2015

My Most Touching Post about Uncle Alfred Margheim

This is my father Ernest Ludwig Margheim's family group: 

You see that his younger brother Alfred was born in Nov. 1923, 2 years after Dad was born and Alfred died in March 1933, at the age of 9. I've written several articles about Uncle Alfred. You can find them if you go to this link, and scroll down and read them:

When I was cleaning out Dad's house at the time he took residence at a Care Center, I reached for this box, not knowing what it contained. 

To my surprise, this is what I found when I opened the yellow J.C. Penney box. I made me gasp.
I knew before I touched these little shirts that they had belonged to little Alfred.

When I took the shirts out of the box, I found everything that I've pictured here.
Alfred's monogrammed handkerchiefs
The Book of Knowledge booklet was provided by the Grolier Co.
This little notebook was homemade with art work as the cover.
A sample of a poem included inside the homemade notebook.
Alfred's signature inside the front cover of his notebook.
I've read other poems written by Alfred so I think this is an original poem. 
Both my dad's and Alfred's names are on this book they must have shared.
This was a spelling tablet from 2nd grade in WaKeeney, Kansas, while the other items are from his 4th grade school year in Longmont, Colorado.
This is the view inside the box when I lifted the shirts off the top. 

One of the most touching items in the box. This is the ribbon from the bouquet of flowers from Alfred's funeral, given by his School Friends. 
At Rest

It's cool to see the information this gives. Alfred was 8 years old, in the 4th grade on October 3, 1932. He weighed 62, while the average for his age was 67 lbs. He was 53 inches tall. Keep in mind, this was just 5 months before he passed away from pneumonia. 
My Grandma Mollie Margheim obviously stored these personal items of her little son in this box. Here are his necktie, suspenders and part of his belt. How sad it must have been for her to pack this box!
Here's Alfred's toothbrushes, pencil, ink pen and ruler.
The small round object with his baby picture on it is a tape measure.
A view of the bottom of the box with a close-up of Alfred's marbles.
Some of the dried flowers that were preserved from his funeral. 
This little boy's marbles from 1933!
This is the back side of the little tape measure. 
At Thanksgiving, 2012, my dad was with our family for dinner. I brought "Alfred's Box" into the living room to show him. Here's a picture of him showing it's contents to his great granddaughter Alyssa Klein. 
What an opportunity for my dad to look through his brother's little box and remember!
And such a wonderful opportunity for my granddaughter to learn from her great grandfather the stories he was able to recall about his life with his little brother. 
Dad visits the grave of his brother Alfred in the Hygiene Cemetery
near Longmont, Colorado
And finally, this is one of my favorite pictures of Dad (front left) with
Alfred (front right) and their parents, John and Mollie (Amalia Koleber) Margheim.  
In the final days of my father's life, it was Alfred that he spoke of most often. I'm happy that they're together again, for all eternity! What touches me the most is that my grandma packed that box up with those assorted items from her little boy's life. Then she kept it the rest of her life. Fortunately, Dad retrieved it when my grandma died and also kept it the rest of his life. The miracle is that I found it and can pass it on. It was really special for Dad to be able to sit with Alyssa Klein and show her too. She'll know what it meant to him. And this box gives us a window into a little boy's life from 83 years ago. 

A Jamison Memoir in our Library Thanks to a News Clip

I recently renewed our subscription to, so I had to take a few minutes to "renew" some searches on the site. My initial search for "Jamison" in my husband's home state of Pennsylvania returned this result, among thousands: 
New Books, Memoirs of Samuel Shryock Jamison, Late States Senator
of Pennsylvania, by W. F. P. (Palmer), MacLaughlin Bros. 

I saw the name Samuel Shryock Jamison and remembered it from the research I've done on Larry's family. 
This chart shows that Maj. Samuel Shryock Jamison is the third great granduncle of my husband Larry Jamison. The man bears a common name in that family, as you can see Larry's great, great grandfather was so named. His 3rd great grandfather William "Thompson" Jamison named his son after his own brother, which was a common practice.

I read this news clip from the results on Genealogy
When I saw that a book was written of his memoirs, I searched for the book on Google Books. This is what I found. 
Notice "Ebook Free" in the red box at top left? Hooray!

I clicked on that red button, downloaded the pdf version of the book, chose "Send to Kindle" as my printer choice, and now have the whole book of the Memoirs of Samuel Shryock Jamison on my ipad!
Besides finding a newspaper article about Larry's 3rd great granduncle, we now also have the complete volume of his memoirs for our personal reading. Thank you to Genealogy, Google Books, the Kindle Reader and "Send to Kindle" apps!