My dad and I were having a little chat on the phone when we came up with a little bit of brilliance. I was remarking that I don't have much to blog about, my dad was saying that I should blog about family history and I pointed out that he is the one with the great family history stories....which evolved into us both committing to do a family history post each Friday. I have found that my parents, grandparents, great aunts, etc... have much more valuable information than they think they do. Once I sit down with them and just ask a few questions, they have these little tidbits of info that give us a glimpse into their lives and the personalities of our difference ancestors.
An example of this would be my Great Grandpa, Guy Dudley Tunnell. I have a black and white picture of him when he was older, with his arms crossed and what could be translated as a grumpy expression on his face. After talking to my dad and my grandma, my image of him changed completely. First of all, he was blind as he got older. (that explains his distant look in the picture!) He also dyed his hair bright orange until the day he died. (Oh, the downfalls of black and white photography) But it is the next two stories that I love the most. When some of my grandma's kids were younger, they lived farther away from their Grandpa Tunnell. He knew he would need some warming up to win a place in their hearts so he always made sure he had gum in his shirt pocket. It didn't take long for my Aunt to discover that her Grandpa always had a treat for her in his pocket and that she would have to come to him to get it! While they lived far away, my Grandma and Grandpa (his son) would write weekly letters to his parents. My great grandma and grandpa always were very consistent about writing back, also. If my grandma every slacked on her letter writing, my great grandpa would always inquire about her broken hand. :) And up above, he is with his second wife. (his first wife ran off, leaving him with 3 small boys.) After moving back in with his mother, he met our great grandma, Linnie Sylva Lee. (she lived next door)
Being blessed with 6 girls brings lots of joy and lots of chaos into our house. We get to do girly to the sixth degree and I enjoy every moment of it. Almost. My poor husband is outnumbered in a major way, but he did ask for it when he said that he wanted all girls, a mere 14 years ago.