Josephine Jones Whitehead

    

      Aunt Josie was the second daughter of Lay and Nannie Jones born in 1911. Sometime when she was small, she was burned around her neck and her hand. This caused her hand to not open completely but she could still use it very well. Her husband was James Whitehead and they owned and operated the Whitehead Florist in North Rome. We all called her "Aunt Josie" but her husband never called her anything but "Josephine." She could make the prettiest corsages that I had ever seen and she was always busy. I loved to visit there because it always smelled so good. All the different flowers were lovely. Now she was a character from the beginning. I always thought of her as the Edith Bunker of the family. She wasn't really ditsy but the things that she said were so funny. Like the time that she made homemade chicken salad. Uncle James didn't like chicken at all. But he would eat it sometimes. Well after she finished, she made him a sandwich and fries with a dill pickle on the side and took it to his chair in front of the TV. When he was just about finished, she asked him how it was and did he want some more. You know he just looked at her and stated " no more, tastes too much like chicken." Well Paula (their daughter) and I just about died laughing.  So the next day, she made meatloaf. She could make the best macaroni and cheese that I ever tasted. It was never from a box. I always liked grating the cheese. After it was cooked, it would be so creamy and taste delicious. Lots of times after church on Sunday, daddy would take us out to the farm just to eat dinner with Aunt Josie. She really catered to my brothers. She didn't have boys, just Paula. They had another daughter named Joy Sue but she only lived 4 days. I think that she wanted more children but it just didn't happen.

     James was funny also. He loved to eat ketchup on his eggs. I have several cousins who still eat eggs that way because he did. And they had to be scrambled, never fried. He use to say if he has to eat eggs there had better not be any yellow running so scramble them up. He liked to watch the Monday night fight after he had fed the cows. Sometimes I thought he would jump in the TV with the fighters. Paula and I were suppose to be in the bed asleep because it came on at 10:00 but we would still hear the TV and lay there awake. When I was growing up, I use to spend the night with Paula often. They had an apartment behind the florist. There was 4 rooms. A living room, dining room, bedroom, and a kitchen. It also had an enclosed back porch where  Uncle James slept in the summer time but in the winter time, he slept on the couch. Now it had a bathroom but no bathtub. Aunt Josie would bring in the wash tub to the kitchen and we would take a bath. Then James would empty the water out the back door. There was a shower in the basement but we only used it in the summer time as there was no heat downstairs. It was also open and I didn't want anyone to see us naked. After the farm house was restored, they moved and did away with their apartment. I missed it because in warm weather, we got to ride on the back of the pickup truck all the way to the barn. Children are not allowed to ride on the bed of trucks now because of so many deaths.
     After my mom was killed, we spent alot of time at the farm. Daddy worked out of town so we stayed with Aunt Josie and Uncle James. Now this meant that Josie would drive us to school. She didn't get her drivers license until Paula was in high school. James didn't want us to ride the bus. It was the city buses then. There were no yellow buses in town. It cost a nickle to ride and that is how I use to get to Paula's house. Just take the to bus to Celenese and get off at the red light. North Broad didn't go past the hill. It wasn't till later that it was extended to new 53 highway. Then Paula was elected cheerleader and we would get to go to the out of town football games.
     After I married, I didn't see her much. Just at family gatherings but when Jeff was born, she came to the hospital with my dad and sat with me for a long time. I really missed seeing them so I would go every chance I got. Paula had married and moved to Athens. The house just seemed deserted. When uncle James died, I went to see them and it was never the same. Aunt Josie still had a Christmas tree sitting in the living room. I asked her why she didn't take it down. She told me that by the time she got around to taking it down, it would be time to put it back up so she just threw a sheet over it.
     I think my family is interesting and I hope anyone who reads my stories likes them. These are my memories of them when I was young. I want every one to get a feel of who they were and how they lived. When you run across a name on paper it is just a name. But if you learn a little about that person, then you feel like you knew them and they can live on.

The Love of Family History part 6-Uncle Lowell

     Well its me again with another version of the family via Lowell Eugene Beall Sr. Uncle Lowell was the second son born to Guy and Imogean Beall. He was born in Paulding county along with the rest of the children. He didn't move to Atlanta until his mother died. When they moved in with his sister, Gordie Mae, he met an interesting lady who lived up the street. Miss Thelma Estell Hanie. Her father was the pastor of Cary Park Baptist Church, preaching until his death and then his son took over. Their house had a big screened-in porch that I loved. Many times, you would catch me asleep on that porch when I was staying with Aunt Thelma. When they fell in love and were married, World War II happened. After that, they moved to Miami, Florida and he worked for the Miami Herald. Lowell had 3 children. 2 boys and a girl who my dad said that I favored. Her name was Joan. I don't know what happened to her. She died when she was young.
     My dad, mom and my 2 brothers along with me made a trip to Miami when I was 12 years old. We drove all the way mostly down highway 27 to get to Uncle Lowell's house. We went to Miami Beach and played in the ocean. Eugene and Jerry, our cousins, went with us.  I think Uncle Lowell had to work and Aunt Thelma stayed at home because the repairman was coming that day.  My youngest brother, Kenneth, buried my pocketbook in the sand and we never found it. I had my glasses in it and when we got back, I had to go to the doctor for another pair. While we were in Miami we went to a zoo. I saw the largest snake that I had ever seen in my life. It had swallowed a pig whole. I was ready to leave but the monkeys were funny so we stayed a while longer. There was a turtle who the zoo keeper stated was 100 years old. They would let you take a ride on its back but I was scared and stayed back. Larry took a ride and said it was fun. We stayed 2 weeks and then started for home. I think I slept most of the way back to Rome, Georgia. But I always remembered my first trip to Florida and Aunt Thelma cooking Red Snapper in the oven. It was delicious. Until next time!!

The Love of Family History part 5 Aunt Vivian

I should have started this story in the last chapter as Aunt Vivian was the second oldest child. She took over raising my dad after their mom died. She told her daughter that she had lived 3 life times. Helping to raise her brothers, marriage and raising 6 children, and surviving after the death of her husband. I think to the best of my knowledge, that Eleanor was married when her dad died. I remember going to aunt Vivian's house and spending some time during the summers when I was growing up. Her piano sat next to the kitchen door and it was always covered with song books. She gave piano lessons and played at Cary Park Baptist Church. Her husband, Hoyt, drove a trolley in Atlanta. That is just about all I remember about him and he was very tall. I can remember him reading the paper. My dad said that aunt Vivian use to walk to the end of the trolley line when he got off work just to walk home with him. She also helped him talley his money as he wasn't very good in math. I think that shows a lot of love. I guess it is the little things you remember that stay with you after you are grown. Aunt Vivian always encouraged me to stay with my music lessons. I still can recall walking down the hill from Vivian's house to Lillian's' to pick grapes and tried not to eat all of them before I got back up the hill. I didn't see her much after I married but dad went when every chance  he could until she went into the nursing home. She lived to be in her 90's.

The Love of Family History part 4 uncle Aubrey

I will start this chapter with uncle Aubrey. He had a bought a house in Decatur and married Verbie Sills. Her mother lived next door. I thought she was lucky to have her granny live so close. Aubrey worked at home in a little shop out back. He did furniture upholstery and was very good at it. Dad went to see him often and we would stay all week-end. I remember his house because I thought it was so pretty. When you first went in the front door, their was a couch to the right and just past it by the wall was the piano. I think we all took piano lessons. All the granddaughters. Aunt Lillian and aunt Vivian both taught piano. Aunt Lillian taught me my first gospel song. "There is a Fountain." They had a fire place that they used mostly at Christmas. One Christmas we were there and Janet got a dollhouse that her dad had made. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had every seen. He had even made the furniture. We played for hours. Another time we were there, Larry, my brother had to have stitches. He fell on the front steps and cut his head on some glass. Back in the 50's, milk men delivered milk to your front door in milk bottles and I think this is where the glass came from. Janet graduated from high school and went on to college. She started to Georgia Baptist to be a nurse. I thought this was a great honor because alot of people didn't finish school much less go on to college. Then she married and I didn't get to see her much anymore.
Uncle Aubrey was an avid reader. He would read anything. Newspapers, magazines, books you name it, he would read it. I knew he always had a stack of books by his recliner in the living room and a floor lamp to read by. This is my best memory of him and oh yes, he was the Archie Bunker in my family. He was very opinionated and would speak his mind. And he loved to argue. He always thought he knew more than anyone and was quick to tell you about it. My dad and Aubrey would argue for hours about anything and it wasn't even important. When his wife died, he went to live with his daughter and spent time with his grandchildren. Sometimes, he would come up to Rome ad spend the week-end with dad. He always wanted to sleep in the recliner and watch TV just abut all night. And he would argue with the TV. I thought it was funny. I will get old one day and it won't be so funny anymore. He died at the age of 92 in 1997. I still remember watching him work crossword puzzles and reading his westerns. He loved Zane Grey.
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The Love of Family History part 3 Aunt Lillian

     To start this chapter of my story, and it is a story of the things I remember, I have to back track a little bit to Aunt Lillian. She was the oldest child of Guy and Imogean, born in August, 1899. She had married Thomas Watson Adcock and moved to Atlanta in a community called Almond Park. A lot of people referred to it as Carey Park because that was the name of the baptist church on the hill. Aunt Lillian and Uncle Tom had 4 children-Rosemary, Houston, Fay, and Tommy. Fay died when she was 2 years old and is buried at Concord Cemetery near her parents. Rosemary was born in 1919 the same year as my dad so they were very close. More like brother and sister instead of uncle and niece. Uncle Tom was running a store and in 1938, 4 black men came in the store to rob him. He gave them the money but it wasn't enough so they shot him and ran. Eventually they were caught and sentenced to die. The family was devastated. My dad told me this story and said he was supposed to be helping uncle Tom that day but Aunt Vivian had some chores for him to do so he stayed home. He always said that the Lord saved his life that day by making him stay at home.
    My dad later told me that his funeral procession was the longest one that he had ever seen. Their were over 50 cars in the line. When you think about it, most people in Atlanta didn't have cars back them. Everyone rode the trolleys. So I am sure it was very impressive. He is buried at Concord Church also. This is a family church in the community where he grew up and still had family living there.
     The family had a rough time after this. No one to make a living and the rock of the family was missing. Aunt Lillian had to go to work to provide for the family and Rosemary had to take care of the home and Tommy. But in 1941, she married Warren Candler Hawkins and lived in the same community of Almond Park. Then along came WW II and we started a whole new chapter. Dad enlisted in the Army and so did uncle Lowell. My cousin, Houston, joined the Navy along with Warren. continued

"Granny's Rocking Chair"

       by Rhonda Jane Beall

Granny read her Bible every single day.
then she would tell us stories to pass the time away.
She told us about Daniel in the lion's den,
and then there was ole Samson who slew 100 men.

As my Gram grew older, her eyes were getting dim.
From her memory came forth songs about a special Man.
She said His name was Jesus and He died for one and all,
that we might have eternal life and I'm waiting for the call.

Memories, memories, of my Granny's rocking chair,
I can still remember when she was sitting there.
She told me about a Man they called the Prince of Peace,
then the angels came along and rocked my Gram to sleep.

Now the rocker's empty and my heart is full of pain,
But I remembered Granny told about a precious Man.
Then Jesus came into my life and filled my heart with love
and someday soon I'll see my Gran in a mansion up above.

"Visions" Poetry

                                                                        "Visions" a poem by Rhonda Jane Beall


So often I"ve visioned how it would be
to travel far beyond our sister Mars.
Just stepping out into eternity,
way out behind the planets and the stars.
Could it really be some life form out there?
Something that's only pictured in your mind,
or perhaps there's no one that gives a care,
yet maybe--somehow there are ties that bind.
Wondering through the dark portals of space;
very similar to portals in time,
absorbing like sponges this human race
until up from this madness we must climb.
As mists of ebon creep into cerise
Oh Lord, let these visions leave me in peace.

Aunt Aline

                               

                                             The Jones Children- Aunt Aline 

                                

        To begin the story about my Aunt Aline. I never found a middle name for so I don't guess she had one. I starting when she was born on Oct. 24, 1908 .The daughter of Lay and Nannie Jones. She was the next oldest child of eleven. The first child died at age one. I don’t know much about her youth. There is a story in a book about her uncle, Joe Kennedy, but I lost the book in a fire. I located a copy in the library of Cartersville, GA, but it was in the specialty part and could not be checked out.   I just know about when I visited her when I was small. I was about 5 years old and I would sit in her daughter-in-law’s lap. I always wanted to spend the night at her house. I would sleep between Ovaline and Joanne, her 2 daughters, and when I would get up in the morning; there would be a hole where I crawled out of the covers.

        When I got older, we would go to her house to pick blackberries. We always had to watch for snakes and aunt Aline would carry a hoe with us. She would grease around my wrists and ankles to ward off chiggers.  There was also a peach orchard located close to her house and since Mama loved peaches and we would go there and pick straight off the trees. I would usually eat more than I picked.

        The main thing I remember about her is her cow. Now this cow didn’t like me and I was afraid of all the farm animals. Well, aunt Aline sent me to the barn to gather some eggs to make a cake. I didn’t want to go in the barn but I went any way. After I gathered the eggs, I started out the door and there stood the cow. I ran back in the barn and climbed the stairs to the loft. Would you believe that cow stepped on the bottom step and I thought she was coming after me? I ran to the window and started calling for aunt Aline to come get me. She laughed all the way to the barn. She sued the cow and I never went to the barn again in any trips to her house.

        Aunt Aline had a wood stove and she would never use anything but plain flour. Made the best biscuits I ever tasted next to Ma Jones. Her husband, Luke Greeson, who was a farmer, loved corn bread and clabbered milk for supper. But her fresh green beans were wonderful, cooked with new potatoes and served with fresh sliced tomatoes and green onions. Once when I went to her house, Joanne made pineapple upside down cake. I don’t think I ever had any as well as hers.

        She lost her husband in 1965 and never remarried. She raised four children-R M, Ovaline, Joanne, and Mitchell. R M is the oldest grandchild. I remember when I had my third son, she came to the hospital and sat with me because my husband was a truck driver and got snow bound in a freak snow storm in Washington State. My mom had died when I was 15 so aunt Aline came to the rescue. Later after she died I found myself living less than a mile from the house that I use to visit. I ride by the area sometimes and reminisce

The Love of Family History part 2 granddad Guy

  
     My grandfather was a musician and wrote gospel music. There was 7 brothers and they all were musically inclined. They provided for their families in this manner. Benjamin B Beall graduated from the Texas Musical Institute in music and elocution. From this, he taught all his brothers and they taught singing schools in churches which were the equivalent of theory classes taught in colleges today, going as far as lessons in harmony for those who wished to study.  Their songbooks were called "Lasting Joys" by Seven Brothers and "Joyful Lays" .
     In 1924 my grandmother became sick and died from "Plegra" which is a deficiency of iodine. My grandfather was just about lost with grief and he had a family to raise. His oldest daughter, Lillian, was married and moved to Atlanta. His daughter, Gordie Mae, had found a job in Atlanta and moved there also. Granddad packed up the rest of the family and moved in with his daughter and looked for work. With a depression, work was scarce. No one wanted music lessons and if they did, they couldn't afford them. Any odd jobs to be found, were attacked by my granddad and his older boys. Uncle Aubrey learned to upholster furniture and became very good at it. Uncle Lowell went to work for the Atlanta Journal . Aunt Vivian took care of my uncle Kerwin and my dad who were the youngest boys. Then aunt Vivian married and started a family of her own. When my dad was old enough to go to work, it was at a furniture factory called FOX. He became very accomplished and they took him to Rome, GA when they opened a branch there. About this time, the war broke out, so my dad joined the army. He was having a hard time adjusting to army life because of stomach problems. They put him in the hospital and found out that he had ulcers and he received a medical discharge.
     He went back to work for FOX Manufacturing Company and talked my grandad and uncle Kerwin into moving to Rome. Granddad thought that work might be better for him up there so they moved. He found a job right away driving a taxi cab and Kerwin went to work with dad. They lived in a boarding house in North Rome because they could walk to work. This is where my granddad met his second wife, Rose Martin Davis. Her husband had died in 1939 and they didn't have children so she lived at the boarding house. She was a piano teacher, so her and granddad got along very well.  continuation at the line of Lillian Blanche Beall

Remembering My Grandparents (Jones)

    

                                                          

      My grandparents were named William Delay Jones and Nancy Mary Lou Kilgore. We called him "Pa Jones" but everyone else called him Lay. He was the son of J. Travis Jones and Arminda Howell. Her nickname was Mindy. Travis' parents were J. Jefferson Jones and Francis Hobgood ("Fannie" for short). Lay was one of nine children, having 3 brothers and 5 sisters. The boys' names were Robert L., Sampson Pinkney, and George Edward. The girls were Rose, Cordelia, Melinda, Lovancy Jane, and Lucy. In the 1870 census record, Rose was listed as 3 years old, and no other children yet. In the 1880 census, Rose is not mentioned and I can't find any more reference to her. In a letter that I got from my great Aunt Lucy before she died, she said that her sister Linda had died in a fire. In the 1900 census , Millie is listed as having 9 children, 8 still living. I am pretty sure this is before Linda died. I can't account for Rose after this period  and all the rest, I find in various census records. 

      Now Ma Jones, called Nannie, was the daughter of Kenny Johnson Kilgore and Julia Amanda Ellis. Her grandparents were Alfred John Kilgore and Elizabeth (Betty) Johnson, John Milton Ellis and Mary Jane Rutherford. I don't have all the names of her siblings but the ones I know are Carrie, Mary, Clifford Clinton, Robert Lee, Howard, and Kenny Johnson Jr.    My grandparents had 11 children- 6 girls and 5 boys. James (died about 18 months old) and he was the first child,  Clifford Clinton, Paul Ellis (died about age 12), Charlie Delay and Edward Lee. Aline, Josephine, Sybil Mae, Florence Louise, Odessa Totsie, and Doris Julia were the girls.
     My granddad didn't like doctors after his son Paul died from complications of a tonsillectomy, so when a car hit Doris and broke her leg, Ma Jones had to set it herself. The first thing I remember about my grandparents is that they lived on the Kingston Rd. near Mizpah Methodist Church. There was a cemetery close to it and I think my great-grandparents are  buried there. I can just barely remember going with Ma Jones and Katherine to put flowers on the graves. I know they weren't her sons because they are buried in Adairsville, GA. My dad was working at the GA Power Co in Rome at the time so we stayed a while with Ma and Pa Jones. This may be before Larry was born and dad was in the process of buying a house.  I barely remember this but when we stayed there, my dad caught the Greyhound bus to work in the morning and home in the evening. We didn't have a car. Ma Jones always had flowers sitting on the steps. She had a big wood stove where she cooked biscuits and gravy. Sometimes we had fatback or rabbit. Can you imagine kids eating that today. ha ha Daddy would tell me not to eat the rabbits because they had wolves. I just didn't see how something as small as rabbits could have big ole wolves but I would mind my daddy. I found out later what he was talking about. Pa Jones had rabbit boxes in the woods and he would check them when I was there to see how many he had caught. I wanted to bring them home with me but mama wouldn't let me. She said that you couldn't keep farm animals in the city. I always wanted to stay all night with Ma Jones because Katherine lived with her. She was Uncle Charlie and Christine's daughter. She had a cat that I loved to play with in the yard. Ma Jones made a ball out of an old sock for the cat to play with and we had lots of fun. Sometimes Larry would come out to play with us when he started to walk. He didn't like Pa Jones because of his walking stick. He would trip us with it. He would make us mad and Ma Jones would get him told but good. When we got bigger, we would play with our cousins who lived close by. They were Uncle Howard Kilgore's children and he was Ma Jones brother. He had 2 boys and a girl named Dwight, Rudolph, and Deloris who we called "Tumpey". I didn't know her real name until I was grown. The next place I remember them living was on the farm. It belonged to Uncle James and Aunt Josie. I think sometime before that, they lived in town. Aunt Doris told me about moving to town and Pa Jones working as a night watchman for Dellinger's Spread house. It was next door to Whitehead's Florist on North Broad St. The spread house building is still standing. I can remember staying all night with Paula, who is Aunt Josie's daughter and looking in the windows of the spread house. They lived in an apartment behind the florist. We would watch the women making chenille bedspreads. I never dreamed I would make some of those spreads after I got married. Aunt Beulah and Aunt Jackie worked there. I think my Aunt Sybil worked there for a while. Aunt Doris also told me her daddy was a peddler. I don't know what he sold but I think some of the things were fruits and vegetables. Most people in town didn't have room for gardens, so they would buy them. He might have had what some people called a rolling store and carried a variety of things. Couldn't run to Walmart then because their wasn't one and besides, who had a car? Most people rode the bus in town and the others still had wagons or flatbed trucks. Anyway let's get back to the farm. It was a two story house with 3 rooms upstairs. It had a winding stairway in the foyer. I liked to slide down the banister when Ma Jones back was turned. Uncle Ed and Aunt Beatrice lived upstairs with my cousin Jean. Ma Jones and Pa Jones lived downstairs. She still had her wood stove and she kept biscuits in the warmer. For people who don't remember- a good wood stove had 2 compartments up top to keep things warm and a reservoir to keep warm water. There was no running water, you had to draw it out of the well or went to the creek or spring. I can also remember Pa Jones making sorghum syrup because I could get a piece of cane and peel it and suck the juice out of it. It was better than candy. It was in this house that Ma Jones would tell me stories. One particular one was Mary Phagan and she would sing the song. She would have a can of Bruton snuff beside her and some Juicy Fruit chewing gum. Most women didn't smoke back then but they would dip snuff or chew tobacco. She would read to me from her diaries. I don't know how many she had but she would jot down little things that she wanted to remember. I do remember she told me about the day my mom was born. It was June 2nd  and they were in the field chopping cotton. She wrote alot about her son- Paul- that died. He could look at any thing and draw it. Sketched it with charcoal. She kept his drawings for a long time. She kept his marbles too. Some of them were on his headstone in Adairsville, but they are gone now.
     After Uncle James started to remodel the farm house, Ma Jones and Pa Jones moved in the little store building that sat facing Turners Chapel Rd. Across from it was Earl and Sybil Smiths' house. Earl was Aunt Jackie's brother. Uncle Cliff and Aunt Jackie's house sat on the hill up behind it. Their wasn't much room in this house, but Ma Jones wouldn't live anywhere without her stove. There wasn't a bathroom either, just an outhouse. No running water. Most children today can't comprehend not having a bathroom inside the house, maybe 2 or 3. We had to take a bath in a washtub- once a week weather you needed it or not. Probably my most memorable time at Aunt Aline's house was when I crawled in her rain barrel to take a bath after picking blackberries and she gave me a whipping. She had rubbed meat grease on my wrists, ankles, and neck to keep the chiggers off and it stunk. I just wanted to get rid of the smell. She was going to use the water to wash clothes so she wouldn't have to draw so much out of the well. This is when people had wringer washing machines instead of automatics. That is if you had electricity. If you didn't, it was a rub board. Couldn't you just see some of these young girls today trying to wash clothes back when!!! I take that back-they don't wash clothes, someone does it for them. Most people have laundry services. Any way, Aunt Aline had to draw water out of the well to wash clothes and I got the water dirty in the rain barrel. One summer after washing, we went down to the creek to go wading and Aunt Aline just sat right down in the water and washed her hair. Now this was alot of hair because she wore it in a figure 8 bun on the back of her head. This was the same way that Ma Jones wore hers. That was before the cow chased me up into the barn loft but that is another story.

      Ma Jones didn't have any grass in her yard. It was dirt. Pure red GA clay. She would sweep the whole thing with a sage broom that she made herself. And she would sweep it until there was no dust, just packed down dirt. Right before she died, she fell and broke her hip and she could never do the things that she used to do. She had to stay in a hospital bed until she died when I was 14 years old. I will always remember the things that she taught me and the horehound candy for Christmas with  an apple or orange. Every grandchild got one and their were 28 of us.

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"Daddy's Tears" poetry

A little girl can stand beside her dad on tippy toes
and never seems to reach his hand cause he just grows and grows,
but when shes gone away from him and they are far apart,
everything that she does just reaches to his heart.

My dad was always there for me in my growing years
and when I became rebellious, I'm sure he shed some tears.
Moms are sentimental and let their emotions show,
but dads just square their shoulders back and hope no one will know.

After I became a mom, I learned a thing or two
about the many hardships that my dad went through.
Trying to raise three kids alone, he worked the whole day long.
Observing his strength of character is what has made me strong.

When he met his lifetime mate, three turned into seven fold
but that did not deter my dad, then nine became the toted
So his and hers and our became one big family
But there is no difference here cause we were destined to be.

And now he's reached his twilight years-enjoying a baseball game,
yet the twinkle in his eyes still remains the same.
Cherishing all  the memories of  children through the years
and now the moisture in his eyes are just from happy tears.

The Love of Family History part 1 Ruth Beall Gelders

     Ruth Beall Gelders  was instrumental in my love of the family tree. She made an actual chart of the Bealls back to Ninian Beall , born in Scotland, and many of the family received a copy. My dad, Noble William Beall, was her first cousin so when I got my copy from my dad, I was hooked. I started reading everything I could find about the family. I had just been promoted in my job and had access to a computer. A co-worker helped me learn to navigate around the web  and I started my own tree. When I found the article about Ninian Beall, I started searching about his land in and around Washington DC and  Maryland. I have relatives all the way to Hawaii. Any tidbits about any family member, I add to my Ancestry  tree.  I am interested in hearing from anyone who reads this and will answer any questions if I have answers.
     
     I started writing down anything that I could remember from my childhood about the family so I have some stories that I plan to place on here very soon as time permits. More to come.

SCOTTISH SONG

Far off in sunlit places, Sad are the Scottish faces, 

Yearning to feel the Kiss of sweet Scottish rain. 
Where tropic skies are beaming, Love sets the heart a-dreaming, 
Longing and dreaming for the homeland again. 
Towering in gallant fame, Scotland my mountain hame, 
High may your proud standards gloriously wave, 
Land of my high endeavour, Land of the shining heather, 
Land of my heart for ever, Scotland the brave!

As I began my tales,the first thing I had to establish was an e-mail address. Because I had found the Kim Beall homepage, I went the way she had started. She used krystalrose for a make believe storyline and I loved it.  I loved my name and the history behind it. So beallrose was born about 1993. I have used it ever since. Many people call me Belle or beallrose and I don't mind. But mostly, I am just a granny or Granny Rhonda or "Gran". My e-mail remains the same for about 23 years and that is along time.

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