This post is a necessary link from the first “Imagine” to the next one. So, I am reblogging. Thanks to those who are interested. I know that family data is not that interesting to a lot of people. Especially in these troubling times. But, much of this is new news for me. And, I want to write something about Daddy since I am in confinement in Paris, France – that place that I always wanted to be. And, here I am without the health to enjoy it or even just an open cafe or restaurant. Ugh. Anyway, thanks for spending a moment with me. Jay
They ALL deserve roses. If you are just tuning in, I started this post last weekend. It gives you a tad of background. And I stopped the timing on that post with Ed Jewell’s suicide. His oldest son (age 9, going on 10) called Beamus (Ed, Jr.) found him that morning, hanging in the barn. This photo is a picture of my grandmother taken when she was an art teacher at Brenau College in Gainesville, Georgia. She was in her 20’s. And I still have a water color of hers on my wall beside my bed in Paris.
After that, someway, Mary Tallulah Dickson Jewell met and married Leonard Loudermilk in Atlanta and a Baptist preacher and two witnesses on July 23, 1914, blending two families that had five children each, and went home from Atlanta that day to a group of 10 children (ages 15 – 4), who had…
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