Amos Barnes Kellogg was my great-grandfather. He was born November 15, 1889 in Whitewater, Wisconsin to George Olney Kellogg and Margaret Barnes. He attended the University of Wisconsin at Madison.
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Posts about family history/genealogy.
A fair number of our relations have served in the military over the years. As we remember on Veteran’s Day, I thought we might take a quick look at some of them.
Clarence Loree Hoel was born August 8, 1908 in Celina, Ohio to William Henry Hoel and Martha Ann Fisher. Doris Olive Harden was born January 18, 1926 in Blairsburg, Iowa to William John Harden and Addie Olive Nicholson.
This week would mark my brother Tony’s 73rd birthday. Sadly, we lost him in 2005. Here are some pictures to remember him by.
This week would mark Georgina’s 104th birthday. We lost her in 2004, but here are a few pictures to remember her by.
It’s neat to see pictures of family gatherings, but I really enjoy those with multiple generations in one picture. Browsing through the pictures, I found a couple of really good ones, including one with 4 generations!
Aaron Bradford Durfee was born on October 8, 1891. Bud was my (Michelle’s) great-grandfather. I never got to meet him, but I did get to spend time with my great-grandmother, Anna Hardy Durfee, in Sundance, Wyoming where they lived since 1944.
Walt had a good post on the fun of finding shirttail relations when you are doing family history. Sometimes, it isn’t as far a trip as you might think.
I was browsing some pictures and found a picture of Georgina with one of her cousins, her cousin’s future husband and some of his brothers. Delores Wellman married Cletus Freitag on February 14, 1939.
Grandma Link’s house didn’t have central heat. She had two oil stoves, and two wood stoves. Ed Geers delivered the oil, so that was no problem. But someone had to cut the firewood. And that someone was us.
When you think about a small town, do you imagine that it’s a quiet place? I certainly do. And, for the most part, West Point was a pretty quiet place. You might hear a teenager’s hot rod once in a while. And there was certainly some noise from the grain elevator down the street, at least at certain times of year. But much of the time all you would hear is birds singing, and the wind through the trees.