Last night I dreamed I was at my paternal grandmother’s house. Warm pots on the stove. She was talking with her hand on her hips, looking someone directly in the eyes. Not as a threat, but she had an aging coke bottle shape. It was the natural way she stood. She stirred food on the stove with one hand on her hip. We called her Granoe. Well, other’s did. I called her Ann, which really annoyed some of my dad’s siblings. Looking back now, with this huge amount of respect for my elders, I see how that was perceived as audacious. However, my dad called her Ann. It was how I was taught to address her. It feels strange even now to call her Granoe, though my first cousins did… Or Mama, they called her.
I am sifting through all sorts of memories this morning… Doing Google searches. I did learn something. I found her brothers obituary, where they named all her siblings including her and their parents. I wanted to call and ask my dad about her, when she was born. At the same time, he went through a major break down after his mother’s death. He just recovered from a few years ago. she died in 1996. It took almost two decades for him to grapple with a life without his mother.
Recently, I asked him where she was buried. He brushed it off and said he didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t push.
I recently took a picture of her in a frame with my grandfather, at my aunt’s house. I was living in Las Vegas when she passed. I sometimes go to where my maternal grandmother’s resting. She died when I was older. She’d taught me how to cook. Sometimes I’d call just to talk with her a few times a week in adulthood. We had a relationship so I miss her all the time. I drive buy the house I spent my early years in, picking wild strawberries from the back yard… Seeing my first apparition. While my father’s mother passed when I was still in high school. I didn’t get to go home to the funeral. I’ve been thinking about her a lot and how I don’t really know my entire family. Mostly, I had no relationship with my mother’s father, no relationship with my grandmother’s father and only met him once in my life. Only to find out I had a cousin living in the same apartment building downstairs, I played with often. I met my paternal grandfather when on my way to a funeral and my dad met his father also for the first and last time that day. I woke up today, moved to work on the family tree I’ve been building.
I’d like to trace my family tree back four generations. On both sides.
Great Great grandfather:
Great great grandmother:
Great grandmother: Nancy Koger
Great grandfather: Unknown
Grandmother: Shirley Bell Nicholson
Grandfather: Captain Nicholson
My mother: Annie F. Nicholson
Great Great grandparents: Who had Tom Hill
Great Great grandparents: Who had Mary Kirkwood Hill
Great grandfather: Tom Hill
Great grandmother: Mary Kirkwood Hill of Sledgewood, Mississippi.
Grandmother: Mary Ann Elbert, maiden name Mary Ann Hill.
Grandfather: Lewis Brown (maybe he spelled his first name like Louis) I can’t find anything on him.
My father: Kenneth Elbert
I’m putting names, hoping the dynamics of the internet will work in my favor and any family members searching will find this blog.
Shirley Bell Nicholson ( I don’t know her maiden name) born in Brooksville, Mississippi. Has eight other siblings still living with the last name Koger. However she was/is the oldest and had a different father. She was named before my great grandmother met and married a Koger.
I don’t know anything about Captain Nicholson. I’d like to trace his siblings and their children.