Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Busy, but not like Farming Busy

It's pretty bad when 'a lot of work' entails reading. My grandfathers would laugh in my face. Been a bit busy lately w/ work and will be for a while. If nothing else I'll try to post pictures as I can. Here are a couple.


These guys. These guys would laugh at me . . .: Top to bottom is one of my Grandpa Clinton (RH/Bob/Baja/Clint/Doc) (lower left), one of his brothers, and his nephews, who weren't that much younger than he was. One of my Grandpapa Tuten (Vernon, Tute, Buck, Doc) back row, second from right and his bomber crew from WWII. And one of my Grandpa Clinton (L) and my great-grandpa Thompson (Robert Ingram, Bob).



Yep, they'd all laugh at me for calling this 'work'.

AFN
DCC 21 January 2009
Athens, GA UGA

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Matthew, Chapter 1, Intro

As I was posting recently, I realized that having some connecting links to each of these stories might help, besides just the labels below. I'll try to link each of these as I post, but as I can.

I'll post each one as I get it typed up, which may take a while. For a few of these, I'll leave off after a couple generations as some of them have connections further back than what I will list or I will end with an ellipses and an explanation of where the line 'goes.'

There will be four parts:

Part I. Robert Harold Clinton, Sr.
Part II. Marguerite Elizabeth Thompson
Part III. Allen Vernon Tuten
Part IV. Willie Amelia Mayers

We’ll leave each of these at 2 generations back, ending w/ my grandparents, but I’ll go with what I have and dates and locations so that folks have an idea of how this works and the interconnections, but to preface each of the parts, I’ll start ‘out’ of the state, i.e. Georgia, and work inwards, as most of my families are very closely tied to Georgia. Of my grandparents, 4 died in Georgia, and 3 of 4 were born in Georgia, with at least 2 generations of their ancestors living in the state.


More to come as I get them typed up.


AFN

DCC

14 January 2009, Athens, GA, the house

Monday, January 12, 2009

First Evidence of Public Education in the family

I have a copy of one of these for my great-grandmother as well, except hers is for the Georgia State Normal School, through which I guess I could lay claim to being a 4th generation UGA alumus, but it'd be a bit of a stretch. The claim would be through the fact that the Georgia Normal School was eventually absorbed by UGA. Here's my grandfather's high school degree, which by his age (for today's standards) he graduated one year early, but I think it was about the right age for that time period. But, then again, I'm not an historian of public education in Georgia.

Burke County Public Schools

This Certifies that Robert Ingram Thompson_____ has completed the Course of Study prescribed for the High School and by intellectual attainments and correct department is entitled to this

Diploma

In Witness Whereof our signatures are hereunto affixed

this 4th ___ day of June_____ A.D. 1915

E B Gresham Jan H Whitehead

Superintendent President

Lucy A Wade

Principal Secretary

Vidette High School


I need to find a way to scan/get a picture of the diploma. Unfortunately it was not well kept for many years and while it was rolled, the roll was flattened at some point. The plus is that we still have it. There's that.

AFN
DCC
12 January 2008
Athens, GA Two Story Coffeehouse

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Ma & the Great Depression

Here is a description that my grandmother, 'Ma', wrote for me when I was working on a project for the 3rd grade (it may have been 4th) 'Social Science Fair'. I was so much 'in' to the work that it was quite possibly the laziest I've ever been on a project, which is saying something. I left the project board bare with the exception of the title which I had printed on a dot matrix printer from dad's Apple IIe (another bit of history there) and a couple charts I had printed & colored. And then there was the 'report' which, I'll leave off as saying it was very similar to what is below.

This effectively served as my 'interview' of my grandmother at the time. Here it is . . . in her own words written c. 1990-2:

The Depression
A piece Ma wrote to help me with a project on the Great Depression.
In 1929, when I was 6 years old, the big “crash”, or depression, hit this country. The shock of a suddenly collapsing economy was nationwide, but, in our small town, it was not immediately apparent.
Then the bank where my father worked closed, and he lost the property he had bought in more prosperous times. We moved to a boarding house, where my mother and I stayed while my father looked for work, which was hard to find. Finally he found a job in Cartersville , GA , and we were there as long as the job lasted. We moved a number of times up until 1939, when we settled in Oconee County , where my parents lived the rest of their lives.
Jobs and money were very scarce. We had a garden and grew corn to be ground into meal, which we used to make cornbread. The fresh vegetables and corn were often all we had to eat. We rarely had “loaf bread” to eat in those days—it was considered a special treat. Sometimes we could trade Watkins Products, which my father sold for awhile, for coffee, sugar, salt, and pepper at local small grocery stores.
We learned to recycle everything and make every resource last as long as possible—from food and clothing to coal and wood for fires and kerosene for light and cooking, in those houses we lived in which didn’t have electricity.
Surplus products such as dried beans, grits, margarine, corn meal, sugar, and flour were available free from the government for people who needed them. The margarine in those days was white, like shortning, with a color packet provided that you added to the margarine then stirred with a spoon until it was well mixed and hand a smooth yellow tint.
At one time my parents picked cotton for our landlord, to help pay rent, while I took care of my younger brother and sister. We lived about a mile out of town then and didn’t have a car, so we either had to walk or catch rides wherever we went. My father caught a ride to and from work each day. So many people were in that same situation, and those who had cars were good about giving others rides. We felt safe “hitch hiking” then. Now, of course, it’s a very dangerous thing to do, but in those days we all depended on each other.
President Franklin Roosevelt started some educational programs in the late 1930’s to help young people work and learn trades at the same time. After graduating from high school, where I worked in the school kitchen and at the local hospital, while learning typing and shorthand in class. We students were paid a small salary for the work we did, and we could go home on weekends.
On Dec. 7, 1941 , Japan bombed Pearl Harbor, in Hawaii , and our country declared war on Japan . Our boarding school closed shortly afterward, as many young men students went to war. Later I attended another school to learn woodworking and furniture finishing, and we made and finished furniture to be used in Army barracks.
President Roosevelt’s economy recovery programs, and then the war, provided jobs and many for more and more people, and prosperity gradually returned. But none of us who lived through it will ever forget the Depression.

Mrs. R.H. Clinton (at the time the events took place she was/is Marguerite Elizabeth Thompson, with nicknames ranging from Rita to Marty to Tommie)

I'll include a bit more later in terms of where she & her family moved, also quite the journey during the depression, almost as if my grandfather's (her husband's family) becoming sedentary signaled her family's becoming mobile, but for reasons no one wants.

AFN
DCC
8 January 2009
UGA, Athens, GA

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Hiatus

Sorry for the brief hiatus. I've been in Florida for the past week or so and am just getting back to God's country, i.e. Georgia, more specifically Athens. Will re-post and edit a couple mistakes from the letters soon. And will have some on other branches of the family soon as well.

Happy New Year! Za Mnogo Godini!
AFN
DCC
7 January 2009
UGA, Athens, GA