Introduction

Let us transport ourselves back in time. Back to the days of my early ancestors. So long ago, it seems like a fairy tale, to compare those days to today. Our ancestors lived in a time when furniture, food and clothing were simple and few. There were no modern conveniences we consider necessary. I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I enjoyed writing them. Storytelling is a way to attach the people of our past with the present.

Knowing your family history gives you a better understanding and appreciation of who you are and how you got here. Family history is entangled in the social, political, and economic conditions of the world at any given time. This book was written after fifty years of research.

Each chapter is the story of a different relative, starting from when they came to America. The people and places are true but put in a story form. In many areas of research, I created a story around the facts I knew of the people. It would be impossible to completely be accurate in all details and descriptions. Instead of writing the story in the character’s speech, such as old English with the use of ‘ye’ for you or the quaint, plain speech of the Quakers, using ‘thine’ and ‘thee’, or the Irish accent of the Kirks, I decided to use modern English for the ease of the reader.

It has been estimated 23,000 people left England between 1681 and 1711 for the American Colony. The majority were Quakers. By 1750 Quakers were the third largest religion in the British colonies. Another large group were the Puritans. Followed by Mennonites leaving Switzerland.

The repetitions of names really gave me a hard time. The naming patterns of the 1700s and 1800s for English-speaking families lent to this problem. The first son was named after the father’s father. The second son was named after the mother’s father; the third son was named after the father and fourth son after the father’s eldest brother. The first daughter was named after the mother’s mother, second after father’s mother, third after mother and fourth after the mother’s eldest sister. This was prevalent, but not always the case. Also, in going back to the 1600s and 1700s, the last names have variations of spellings. Documents going back to those days are frequently found with three or four different ways of spelling the last name. In this book, I spelled the name of the person the way he or she spelled their name.

I found different birth and death dates on a few individuals, but I went by the most accurate source I could find.

I never knew anything about my grandfather, Robert Shirk, until I was married and started working on the family tree. Robert died when my mother, Betty, was three. We visited his brothers Le Roy and Dana and his sister Della, about once a year. Only in the last thirty years have I seen a picture of him. So, Robert was a mystery to be solved.

Unable to find Robert and his father James’s death certificate in Union County, I finally found them in Logan County, Ohio after much research. Then after locating these elusive documents, they revealed less than I hoped to find and still left me wondering. I received information from the older generation before they died, but they added to my questions. Dana and Ruth Shirk provided information and the old pictures of Robert and his family.

Since the research started, I traveled many miles and spent hours over old documents and history books, not to mention information from family reunions I have attended. Summer vacations were planned around genealogical research. Some of my favorites were the National archives and Library of Congress in Washington D.C., Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, Philadelphia, Washington County, Pennsylvania, Burlington, New Jersey, and Hardy County, West Virginia. Kenneth Poling, a genealogist and cousin, helped me a great deal with the Poling side of the family. Elaine Chapman, a cousin, helped me with the Shirk family. Elaine and I became members of first families of Ohio in Ohio Genealogical Society with Benjamin Elliott. When I found John Supler, one more generation back, I joined the DAR, Daughters of the American Revolution. How exciting it was the day I was accepted. What a great and patriotic group! To join, you must prove through first-and second-degree information that you are a direct descendant of a Revolutionary Patriot. The wills of Benjamin Elliott and John Supler were first degree information. Bible records, birth and death certificates I found were also first degree.

You never have an end, there is always another generation to find. I hope these challenges you to search and study your forefathers.

Chapter One

The stairs were steep and creaky. Robert thought how he was twelve years old and never remembered anyone coming up to the attic. What was up here? The steps of the farmhouse went past the second floor and dead-ended to a large old wooden door. The door was warped and stuck. After several attempts, he opened the attic door, which groaned loudly. He then was hit with the heavy scent of dust mixed with stale air as he looked inside, seeing memorabilia scattered around the dusty floor, along with decades of spider webs. He moved cautiously with his candle, then tilting it slightly over a loosened brick, he formed a puddle of wax to hold the candle secure. He opened the attic window to let in fresh air. Freed to search the attic, he found an old cedar chest. Where did this come from? Was it his grandmother Amanda Shirk’s? He lifted the lid and saw a picture album. It was about an eight by eleven-inch leather album with fancy gold and red decorations on it. A metal lock secured it. The key was hanging out of the lock. Each page in the album was like its own picture frame. Who were these people?

Interested, Robert started looking through the book. Some of pictures he recognized, like the one of his grandmother Shirk, but most he didn’t remember. Putting the book aside, he then turned to his left and saw a large, framed picture of what appeared to be a mean-looking lady. On the bottom corner was the name Susannah Rossell. Alongside the picture was a wooden box of old letters and some antique clothes.

Then he saw, on the other side of the attic, a picture of his grandfather, Job Shirk, with his old black top hat on his head. He found it leaning against the wall, along with an old rocking chair. Robert remembered his father telling him about Job. He was skinny and had a long beard. The picture reminded him of pictures of Abe Lincoln.

In another box was an Indian arrowhead collection that his father found while walking the farm field after the land was plowed. He also found old church books in an old trunk at the other end of the attic, which were musty. Leaving them, shutting the window and putting the candle out, Robert took the album and box of letters downstairs. He found his mother in the large country kitchen.

Cora was a large buxom lady with a round face. She wore her long light brown hair in a bun at the back of her head. She loved her family and loved to cook. Robert found her making homemade noodles on the wooden table.

“Mother, I found these letters and pictures in the attic. Can you tell me about the people in the pictures?” asked Robert, with his arms full.

“What were you doing in the attic? Be careful, that was my mother’s,” said Cora, looking at the picture in the album as she rolled out the dough on the kitchen table.

“I was bored. I remember Grandma Amanda, I believe I was seven when she died,” said Robert.

“Your grandparents, Amanda and Orsamus, lived next door,” said Cora.

“Grandma always seemed happy until she got sick at the end.”

“Yes,” said Cora, as she held her head down. “She was sick with cancer of the stomach and died shortly after.”

“Grandpa was a sad man.”

“Well, he had been through a lot, Robert.”

“Oh, look, here is my baby picture,” Robert said, as he showed his mother the picture.

“Yes, you’re in your baptismal gown.”

“Go ahead and set the table and I will tell you more about your family,” said Cora as her eyes twinkled with delight.

Robert found the blue plates with the design of a fisherman on a bridge and began setting the table.

“Well, long ago, our people came over on big ships from England,” said Cora.

“How long ago?” asked Robert while he finished setting the table with the silverware.

“In the late 1600s and early 1700s. Maybe we should wait until after supper when I can tell the story better.”

Later that chilly September night, Robert, curious about his family, sitting by the fireplace in their house, asked his mother, “Can you tell me about the history of our family now?”

“Let me get your brothers and sister to bed and I will come back and tell you. LeRoy, take Emerson upstairs with you. Lura, and I will get baby Dana ready for bed.”

A while later, Cora came back down and sat by Robert. “Maybe I should start way back in time. A distant relative, who was a historian, researched the family and published a book called Stemmata Rossellana. Your fourth cousin Hugh Rossell just recently updated the story that was written in 1855,” said Cora.

“My relative wrote a book?” asked Robert.

“Yes, he did. He wrote of a distant land across the great Atlantic Ocean. There lived a group of people, a long time ago, called the Vikings.”

“Where did they live?”

“They lived in Upland or Norway.”

Now even more interested, Robert watched his mother and said, “Who would guess we came from Vikings?”

“The book states we are descendants of Sveide. He lived in 760 and was a Norse King. Then in 896, our relative, Drogo, was the brother of the famous Viking Rollo. The Rossell family goes all the way back to these Vikings.”

“That is a long time ago.” Robert, with his hands on his head, was thinking, A hundred years is a long time ago and Mother is talking about over a thousand years ago.

“Yes, it is. I have heard most families from the British Isles go back to the Vikings. When the Vikings took Paris, after many battles, Charles the simple, the king at the time, gave the Vikings the land to the north, Normandy, which means North Man’s Land.”

“Why did they call King Charles the simple?”

“He was simple-minded or a little slow mentally.”

“Oh, why was he king then?” Robert asked scratching his head.

“Because his father was King Louis II.” Cora smiled at Robert and continued. “In the 911 treaty, the Vikings had to give up their pagan ways and pagan gods for Christianity, the Roman Catholic Church at the time, and defend the Seine River from other Vikings in exchange for the land. Then King Charles III, King of France at the time, made Rollo a Duke. He had to kiss the king’s great toe as a way to show homage. Duke Rollo, not relishing this, picked the king’s right foot up and threw the king backwards out of his chair.”

“That is funny,” said Robert, laughing. “Did the king get mad?”

“I’m sure he did.” Cora looked down at the book and continued to read. “The first Vikings found it hard to give up their pagan gods at first, but with each generation, they became more Christian. Drogo married Ermina in 896 and his brother, Duke Rollo, gave him the Northern District. Their son Hrolf, or the Christian name, Robert Turstain, in 920, married Gerlotte De Blois, the daughter of Theobald, Count of Blois and Chartres. Then in 1021, his great-grandson Hugh Bertand was of Le Rosel in Jersey, France.”

“They had funny names.” Robert watched his mother, leaning towards her.

“Yes, they did. Le Rosel was a small village in Normandy. Hugh owned a castle-like home there called Chateau du Rosel and Hugh was called Lord of De Rosel.”

Robert looked at the picture of the home in the book. “It looks like a small castle.”

“King Edward of England left the Duke of France, William, his successor in his will, but Harold Godwinson crowned himself king after Edward’s death. Hugh and his four sons, Roger, Richard, Hugh Jr. and Theobald, accompanied Duke William to England in 1066. By then, they were devoted Catholics and wealthy farmers who owed their allegiance to Duke William of Normandy. They all fought in the battle of Hastings.”

Raising his hands, excited, Robert asked, “Was it a big battle?”

“It was quite a battle with at least 7,000 men in 776 ships invading England. On October 14, 1066, William conquered King Harold. Now King William gave his men plots of land for their loyalty. Hugh and his sons built a new Rosel Village six miles from the city of Carn.”

“Did King Harold die in the battle?” asked Robert.

“Yes, he did, along with a lot of his men. Hugh de Rosel’s name was eventually changed to Rossell. In 1090, the pope pleaded for a crusading movement with bishops, knights and Charlemagne to liberate the holy city, Jerusalem. Hugh de Rossell Jr. was made a knight and made a pilgrimage to the holy land with the crusaders. The first crusade took back Jerusalem from the Muslims. Hugh Jr. had a picture of three shells added to his family’s shield of armor for being in the crusade. This was a great honor and continued through the generations. His heirs were knights; all the way to William De Rossell who was Knight of Shire for Derby in 1325.”

Robert looked at the picture in the book of the shield. “Knights with armor and swords?” asked Robert, as he jumped up, swinging his right arm around like he held a sword.

“Yes, they were. William De Rossell lived during the Black Plague from 1348 to1349, a terrible disease, which killed almost half of England, mainly the poor. This left whole villages and hamlets wiped out and deserted. It was one of the most terrible times in history. Everyone lost loved ones. There was looting and chaos in the towns.”

“That sounds so terrible, I can’t imagine it.” Robert tried to picture half of everyone he knew dying.

“William was Knight of Shire for Derby, a formal prestige title for members of the Parliament. At the time, you had to be a knight and a gentleman with an estate to be elected to Parliament. With the plague, most of William’s workers died and he, like most of the owners of estates, had few if any workers and the crops went to rot. What workers he could find asked for high wages, and some left for other places who offered more money. William tried raising sheep for a while, but the king raised the taxes so high, he couldn’t afford to keep the estate. By 1405, the family sold the manor and moved to the village of Salop.”

Robert looked at the picture in the book his mother held in her hands. “My ancestor lived in the large house?”

“Yes, he did,” said Cora, smiling, as she continued to read from the Rossell Family History book. “In the 1650’s, England was coming out of a civil war and a preacher named George Fox preached to large crowds of people of the great love of Christ. He started the Quaker religion and our ancestor, Major John Rossell, an officer in Cromwell’s army, converted. The family were now Quakers and King Charles II persecuted Quakers and any religion not Anglican, the Church of England. Major John Rossell’s son, John Rossell Jr., was born in 1633 in London, England. As a young man, he witnessed the horrors of the Bubonic plague that hit London in 1665 when around one hundred thousand people died. The following year, a great fire destroyed thirteen thousand buildings in London, leaving the center of the city in rubble. John Rossell Jr. married Mary Johnson in 1668, just before they fled from London, England, to America with a large group of Quakers.”

Sitting up straighter, Robert asked, “How did they get to America?”

“John and Mary came over to the American colonies in a large ship. They settled in Newtown, Long Island when their son Thomas was born in 1669.”

“Where is Long Island?” Robert asked, as he fought back a yawn.

“It is in the state of New York, which is about 500 miles east of here. These colonists were skilled workmen, carpenters, blacksmiths, masons and men trained in other trades. John and Mary were among these colonists.”

“How did they get to Ohio?” Robert said as he rubbed his eyes.

“Thomas and his children moved to Burlington County, New Jersey. Their children moved to western Pennsylvania and their children moved to Ohio. That is enough for tonight. You need to get to bed.”

Ten years later, Robert, now twenty-two, went to school in Columbus to study to become an auto mechanic then moved to Toledo, Ohio, where he got a job. There, he met Millie McGill on the Put-In-Bay Moonlight Cruise. A group of twenty passengers were playing musical chairs on the ship soon after they left the port.

“This is my chair,” said Millie when the music stopped.

“Beg your pardon, miss,” said Robert, smiling, after trying to sit on the same chair.

“I believe you are out of the game,” Millie said with a stern look.

Bowing, Robert went to find a chair in the audience. He watched her play, not being able to keep his eyes off her. Later, Robert found Millie and her sister, Minnie, sitting on deck.

“It’s a beautiful evening,” said Robert, looking at the two young ladies with a smile on his face.

“Yes, the view across Lake Erie as the sun sets is beautiful and the stars are so bright tonight. It truly is wonderful tonight, with warm night breeze,” said Millie.

“Miss, can I ask for your name?”

“Millie Mc Gill, and this is my sister, Minnie, in the chair next to me.”

“How nice to meet you and your sister. My name is Robert Shirk.”

“Come sit and join us,” said Millie.

“Where are you lovely ladies from?” asked Robert as he pulled up a chair.

“We live in Toledo now, but grew up around Bowling Green, Ohio.”

“I am living in Toledo too. I wonder if I can see you again Millie?” asked Robert.

“Now why would you want to do that?” Millie asked, as she played with her purse, a little round brown velvet sack with a pull cord on top and tassels on the end.

“You are very pretty. Are you seeing anyone?”

Shaking her head, Millie said, “I don’t have much time since I work full time at the Overland in Toledo.”

“I heard an Overland auto costs five hundred and fifty dollars nowadays,” said Robert, scratching his head.

“Yes, you would have to be rich to buy one,” said Millie.

Looking into her brown eyes, Robert said. “We could just go out for ice cream. Do you like ice cream?”

Nodding, Millie said, “Who doesn’t like ice cream!”

“Well then, let’s go next weekend.”

Millie, biting her lower lip, asked, “Would it be forward of me to ask where you work?”

Smiling, Robert said, “No. I am an auto mechanic at a garage I own on Bancroft Street.”

“I believe the boat is docking. Minnie and I must leave now. Let me give you, my address. Maybe you can write to me?”

Robert wrote little love letters to Millie, telling her how he missed her. Millie lived at apartment at 3234 ½ Monroe Street in Toledo and Robert lived at 1829 Maplewood off Monroe Street which was seven blocks away. It took him fifteen minutes to walk to her place. Then on weekends, they double dated with her sister Minnie and her husband, Albert Oberly, who were just married the previous December.

One of their favorite places was Pearson Park just outside the city. Minnie bought a box camera and loved to take pictures as they walked through the park and picked flowers. Then they stopped at a bench.

“Millie, I see you and Minnie are really close,” said Robert, thinking of his family.

“Yes, we are only two years apart and shared a bedroom growing up,” said Millie as she watched her sister take pictures.

“It must be nice to be that close,” said Robert.

“There is so much we share, sometimes I feel we are twins.” Millie turned and looked into his eyes.

“I have been thinking of you constantly, Millie,” Robert said, as he put his hands on her hands.

Millie smiled. “I think of you often too.”

“I love you so much, Millie. You are so special.”

“Oh, Robert, I have been waiting to hear you say those words,” said Millie. “I love you too.”

Cupping her face with his hands, Robert kissed Millie for the first time on her lips.

“I want to always remember this moment.” Millie stood and turned, shouting, “Minnie, take my picture with Robert, I want to send one to our father and his wife in Breckenridge, Michigan.”

“That would be nice, we haven’t heard from the family in a while,” said Minnie.

Just then Robert picked up Millie, with flowers still in her arms. “Make me the happiest man and marry me, Millie?”

“Yes, I will be your wife,” said Millie, smiling with her head on his shoulder.

Albert, standing by Minnie, overheard the conversation and said jokingly, “You better be good to Millie or I’ll knock your block off.”

Robert put Millie down on the ground and said, “What? You think you can do that?”

Albert playfully said, “Robert, put up your dukes.”

“Take that dumb cigarette out of your mouth then,” said Robert, laughing, then coughing.

Albert looked alarmed. “You should get that cough checked out.”

“It’s just your cigarette smoke.”

Minnie continued taking more pictures. Millie smiled into the camera and said, “I better be getting home, I have to work tomorrow.”

Albert walked over to Millie and said, “Wait here, I will get the automobile.”

Robert felt relieved, since he had been getting short of breath lately with long walks.

Minnie and Albert stood up for Robert and Millie when they were married on June 20, 1923.

Robert and Millie enjoyed swimming at Toledo Beach with Albert and Minnie. It was a fine beach and the place to be on hot summer weekends. Walking hand in hand on the beach barefoot in the sand, Robert said, “It is really nice here at the beach.”

“Look, Robert, the kids going down the large wooden water slide. Would you like a child someday?” asked Millie.

Nodding, Robert smiled. “Why do you ask?”

“I believe I am pregnant,” said Millie.

“That is wonderful!” said Robert, grabbing Millie and kissing her.

Later, lying on the beach, after running in the water, Robert looked into Millie’s eyes. “Would you like to go dancing at the pavilion later?”

“Oh, that would be fun.” Then looking around, Millie asked Minnie, “Where is your man?”

“Albert went over to smoke his pipe. He knows how it makes Robert cough.” He switched from cigarettes to a pipe, thinking it would help, but Robert coughs around that too,” said Minnie.

~ * ~

Robert and Millie rented a house on Upton Ave, in Toledo, Ohio when their daughter Betty was born on August 18, 1926. When Betty was thirteen months old, they decided to make the trip to Breckenridge to see Millie’s father, A.J. McGill, short for Andrew Jackson, and Millie’s stepmother, Alice. They had not met Robert or seen their granddaughter yet. It was a long drive up Route 25 in their old Ford. It took all day, even though it was only 173 miles. Route. 25 was a good road, but the other roads were not so good. Millie wrote they were coming, so they were expecting them. Betty slept most of the trip. Millie packed a picnic lunch for them, and they stopped at a roadside park to eat. Robert was so nervous about meeting her father, he talked continuously. They got there just before supper.

Standing on the front porch, they were met by a large collie dog, barking. AJ came to the porch to silence the dog.

“Father, it is so good to see you again!” said Millie, smiling. “There are a couple people I want you to meet.” Turning to her side, she continued, “This is my husband, Robert Shirk, and your granddaughter, Betty.”

Robert, dreading the meeting, said, “It is nice to meet you, sir.” Holding Betty in one arm and shaking AJ’s hand with his free hand, Robert tried to hide being nervous said, “I’m sorry about not asking you for Millie’s hand in marriage.”

“Yes, well, I finally got to meet you,” said AJ, smiling. Then turning, he said, “And hello to you, little one.” Picking Betty up, AJ continued, “Come on in, Alice is cooking supper in the kitchen.”

“It smells good, what is it?” asked Millie, stepping into the house.

“Fried chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy, along with sweet peas. She also made apple pie. She really wanted to make you feel welcome, Millie.”

“I wish she didn’t make a fuss. I know we didn’t get along the last time I saw her. I only pray we can be friends.”

“That would be nice. I know she isn’t your mother, but Ann has been dead for nineteen years now.”

Walking into the kitchen, Millie says, “How are you doing, Alice? Can I help you with anything?”

“Well, it is about time you made it here,” said Alice in an intimidating voice. “I have everything under control, thank you.”

Millie backed off. Then changing the subject, Millie asked, “Where is Everett?”

“He is out back, feeding the chickens. Your brother just turned sixteen a couple weeks ago. He will be happy to see you,” said A.J.as he walked into the kitchen.

“Has he made any plans for the future?” asked Millie.

“He is going to finish high school. Alice wants him to go to college. He is thinking about it.”

Everett walked in through the back-screen door. “Hi, sis, I missed you. It seems like forever since I last saw you.”

“I missed you too, said Millie as she hugged him.

Robert walked in, smiling, holding Betty.

“Robert, this is my step-mother Alice and my half-brother, Everett,” said Millie.

“It is nice to meet you, Alice and Everett.”

Alice half-smiled and shook his hand. “Sit down, supper is ready. Just make yourself at home.”

“Now that we are all at the table, let’s bow our heads and say grace,” said A.J.

Lifting her head after the prayer, Millie turned to Alice and said, “Thank you for supper,” as she fed Betty mashed potatoes.

“How long can you stay?” asked A.J. as he passed the chicken.

“We have to leave in the morning, Robert has to be back at the garage Monday morning.”

After supper, they sat in the living room and listened to the radio. That night, Millie, Robert and Betty slept in the same bed. Then in the morning, they sat around the table, eating pancakes, when AJ said, “It was good to see you, I wish you didn’t have to go home so soon.”

Robert could feel the tension between Alice and Millie. The way they looked at each other. After they said their goodbyes, he walked to the automobile, carrying Betty. They got into the Ford and left for home.

On the drive home, Millie cried, “I don’t think I can ever be good enough in Alice’s eyes.”

Robert felt bad for Millie. “All you can do is your best and give the rest to God.”

The next year, Robert finally went to the doctor with his persistent cough. It was getting worse and he needed to do something about it. The doctor examined him and ran some tests. Robert was frightened at what the doctor would say and wished Millie was there with him, but Millie was home with their little girl.

The doctor walked over to Robert, standing by the exam table and said, “The X-ray shows you have an advanced stage of consumption (tuberculosis) of the throat and lungs.”

Robert felt his knees buckle. “This can’t be true; wouldn’t I feel worse?”

“Not always. You probably have your good and bad days.”

Robert held his head and tried not to cry, “What can be done?”

Shaking his head, the doctor said, “Not much at this stage. Rest is the best treatment now.”

Robert left the office in a daze. It was all he could do to drive himself home. He pulled himself together and walked into the house. Finding Millie cleaning the house, he sat her down on the couch to tell her the news.

“Millie, the doctor doesn’t give me long to live. He said six months to a year,” said Robert.

“Two great tears rolled down Millie’s checks, “There must be some hope! How can this be true?” Millie’s face was now wet from tears as she looked at Robert.

“There is always hope, but I must be strong and realistic.”

“Oh no, you are my life, my husband, what will we do?” cried Millie.

“What do you think of selling the garage and going back to my parents’ farm, about hundred miles south of here, by Marysville, Ohio?” Robert thought how his mother would know what to do. She had been through it before with the death of his brother Emerson and his sister Lura. She became strong in her faith through it and Robert knew she would be just what they needed.

Later in October 1928, Robert saw his father working by the barn as he drove his automobile into the driveway. “Let me talk to Father first,” said Robert. He got out of the car and crossed the lawn to his father. “Father, it is so good to see you again.”

“Robert, how are you?” asked Jim.

“Not well, I am afraid.” Robert’s face went from a smile to a frown.

“How can that be?”

“Father, I came back home so you can get to know my wife and baby, Betty, before I die,” said Robert.

“What do you mean, before you die?” asked Jim, as he leaned back with a look of shock.

“I have been sick for a while now. The doctor tells me I have consumption.”

“Not everyone dies when they have consumption.”

“I can feel it. I know I don’t have much time.”

“Oh, no, I don’t want to believe this son.” Jim held his head with his hands and now looked at the ground. Then after a few minutes, he looked up at Robert and said, “You and your family can stay here as long as you want. Della and Dana are the only ones still here.”

“I will get Millie and Betty. We will see you in the house and make plans.”

Later, Robert wandered into the kitchen to find his mother straightening things up.

“Robert, my heart breaks for you, what I can do?” asked Cora as her eyes filled with tears.

“I would like to be buried by Lura at Oakdale Cemetery, if that is alright with you and Father.”

“We bought a large plot of land there when Lura died of the influenza. It will be okay; don’t you worry about anything; we will take care of all the arrangements.” Cora hugged Robert, the tears now streaming down her cheeks.

“Mother, years ago, you started to tell me about the family history. I would really like to hear more about our people.”

“Well, I could do that. Why don’t we go into the parlor and get comfortable?”

“I have been thinking about our people for years now. What it must have been like for them so many years ago.”

“It wasn’t easy, but their sacrifices, courage and service to this country made the country and our family what we are today.”