Post by Blunashun on May 8, 2021 14:49:19 GMT
I started one a few years back when I was bored. These Mormons keep researching whether you're there or not. Some of their conclusions are pretty flimsy. But they let me start for free. I've never given them a dime. I'm grateful.
The Higgins branch of the family has been traced back to Thomas & Jane Higgins. 1537-1590 & 1540-1614, respectively. They both lived & died in Shropshire, England. Wonder how that worked out. Higgins is an Irish name.
Was cleaning up around here yesterday & found my grandfather's funeral book. Signatures of the attendees. Pictures of him growing up. One had him & a brother on horseback. That was a startling reminder he was born in 1897.
He was a little guy, but looked like a gangster. He didn't suffer at all during the Depression. He was wrapped up with the Pendergast machine in Kansas City. They gave him a job at the electric company. Dad didn't like talking about his childhood. He did tell one story of running away at age 15. He was sleeping in a park. One day he was walking down the street & his father rounded the corner. Awkward. But Grandpa knew how to handle it. He crossed the street to avoid his son.
I've always wondered if Dad wasn't Grandpa's stay out of the military in WWI free card. Dad was born to a Miami Indian mother in March of 1918. Supposedly his mother ran off. Maybe Grandpa stiffed her on the fee. Shit. He could have killed her. But there was definite tension between father & son. When I finally met the man he ran his fingers through my blond hair. I thought - "Creepy!" That was the last time I ever saw him. First & last. He sure liked me having blond hair.
The Higgins branch of the family has been traced back to Thomas & Jane Higgins. 1537-1590 & 1540-1614, respectively. They both lived & died in Shropshire, England. Wonder how that worked out. Higgins is an Irish name.
Was cleaning up around here yesterday & found my grandfather's funeral book. Signatures of the attendees. Pictures of him growing up. One had him & a brother on horseback. That was a startling reminder he was born in 1897.
He was a little guy, but looked like a gangster. He didn't suffer at all during the Depression. He was wrapped up with the Pendergast machine in Kansas City. They gave him a job at the electric company. Dad didn't like talking about his childhood. He did tell one story of running away at age 15. He was sleeping in a park. One day he was walking down the street & his father rounded the corner. Awkward. But Grandpa knew how to handle it. He crossed the street to avoid his son.
I've always wondered if Dad wasn't Grandpa's stay out of the military in WWI free card. Dad was born to a Miami Indian mother in March of 1918. Supposedly his mother ran off. Maybe Grandpa stiffed her on the fee. Shit. He could have killed her. But there was definite tension between father & son. When I finally met the man he ran his fingers through my blond hair. I thought - "Creepy!" That was the last time I ever saw him. First & last. He sure liked me having blond hair.
