Who do you…oh, okay.

I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before. If you didn’t know, I’m a genealogy addict. ADDICT!!! I love reading mysteries, and genealogy is my personal mystery. 

I was reading my friend Ruth’s post about a small shocker of a discovery in her ex’s family tree and started thinking again about my suspicion that my mother wasn’t who she thought she was.  I got my DNA tested and began getting matches and “Circles” from Ancestry, but none for the Hickey line. My Poppy and his brothers and sister, were they really my relatives? True, my mom had red hair like they did, but… 

You see, Granny & Poppy were married in April of 1935. I found the license in the Knox County Archives records. Granny never told anyone the date. My mother, their only child, was born in August of 1935. Do the math.

On a side note, I totally understand this. They were engaged for years. They had just come through the Great Depression and the horrible accidental death of Granny’s little sister. They had very little money, few prospects and my Granny came from a very dysfunctional family. They were in their early twenties. It must have been practically impossible to wait for marriage. Poppy’s family got around too. From A WAY BACK. Although at this time he and Granny went to church–she played piano there. He settled down and became domesticated after meeting her from what I’ve heard.

Then there was my mom’s unusual middle name, Hu. She was named after a friend and neighbor, Jehu Hinshaw. Hmmmm…  I had taken this named-after-a-friend thing at face-value all my life. Now it made me think.

But Poppy really liked Jehu too, so…  I wondered about this all for a couple of months and then…Voila! My Hickey line showed up on Ancestry! Whew! 

But I had mixed feelings. Thankful that my family was really my family, but now I didn’t have a new mystery to figure out. I guess I’ll just have to keep chasing my regular dead ends, Manerva Jane Parson(s) alias Wilson who married George W. Hickey–old enough to be her father, and my nemesis Jane McClain.

Jane & her many children

Argh! Jane, why didn’t you name fathers for any of your kids? She was apparently a Jezebel. I can’t find her parents either. I believe that Susannah McClain was her mother but lack proof. And there are “Jane McClains” everywhere.

Manerva, you behaved a LITTLE better, but where did you come from? She is one of my “Circles” on Ancestry, as is George Hickey, and Gilbert Hickey, their son. There is photographic evidence that she was a real person even though, apparently, she had no parents.

Manerva Jane, where did you come from?

Oh, well. Back to the hunt in my downtime.  Meanwhile, I’m sewing. 

Jane, your days of being a ghost are numbered!

Grommet this!

The grommets came today! I finally got the last two grommets set on my bucket bag. I love how it turned out.  

And, as you can tell from my biz name, I love owls. I may have to keep this one. 

Little owls peeking out from everywhere.

I may take it to the Arts Council of Roane County Open Show tomorrow. We’re setting up tomorrow and Monday at the Rockwood Visitor Center and Museum. The museum hasn’t officially opened but is pretty well finished setting up. There is more work going on in the back, but that is “in the back.” It shouldn’t affect anything. The Open Show begins on Tuesday–Halloween. We’re having a reception Thursday night, November 2 from 5:30 to 9:00 PM with food, wine, and soft drinks and it’s only $10.  Come meet the artists. 

 

Couldn’t wait…

Here is the bag I finished today, the California Sunshine Bag.

It’s the first time I’ve used this pattern and I really like it. It’s easy to follow and easy to put together. I used three different types of interfacing/interlining, two patterns of quilting weight cotton and linen scraps for the orange strap and tab. I had a cotton webbing belt from a thrift store that I repurposed for the shoulder strap. 

It’s really nice to finish something in a couple of days–really FINISH a bigger project–since my Great Snap Snafu of 2017. 

I kept one of the grandsons yesterday while his sister and my daughter went on a school field trip. He had woken about midnight and said his ear was hurting, so daughter called and set up an appointment with his pediatrician and I took him. I have never seen ANYONE have so much energy with a bad double ear infection. He never stopped. In the pharmacy, he spun around on the ice cream counter stool.  Paw showed up after I got him home and took him on a long walk. He came back more wired than ever. And when Mom and Sister got home he got more active. Wow! Daughter says it’s antibiotics, but he was that way before the medicine. Maybe he was just glad to be the center of attention while Big Sis was gone.