Thanks to all who responded to my need on hotel information near Bernice. The consensus seemed to be to stay in Ruston. Thanks for your help. Debi Burgess

Good Saturday morning to the most wonderful mailing list on Rootsweb! Thanks for sharing your memories and "grandparent tales." Don't stop now - I just got permission from the State Coordinator to put these on the Archives if you are willing to share them there. Those of you who have already shared, just let me know if it's ok - Shawn, Maradee, Harold D. and Harold P - anyone else that I might have missed. And everyone pray that my computer doesn't crash before I get these saved into a file!! We have 17 new obits on the archives today: Debi Burgess sent - Carlos Elliott, 1962 Della Henderson Elliott, 1944 and Gina Sherrard sent - Mrs. Bobby J. McAdams, ?? Colvin McDougald, 1977 Cortez Jones, 1980 Earl McBride, 1977 Edd Cook, 1969 Elmer H. West, 1974 Izzie Breazeal, 1979 James Urban Rockett, 1972 Max Adcock, 1982 Mrs. Annie Mae Futch, 1981 Mrs. Lillian Roberts, 1978 Mrs. Irene Everett, 1970 Mrs. Martha Templeton, 1981 Mrs. Mary Tucker, 1972 W.A. Henderson, 1968 Karen

I need some advice from those of you in the know about Bernice, LA. There is an ELLIOTT family reunion in Bernice, LA on June 2. I have never been to the area. Does anyone know where we can stay in the area? Thanks for your help. debi burgess

I too, have no memories of Union Parish. But my great grandfather, Stephen McCoy met and married my great grandmother, Emiline Independence Taylor there. They moved to Collin Co., TX sometime around 1894. However, I spent several years searching for a great great grandfather, having little to go on - not even a name. I finally got his son's nickname 'Ollie' from an obituary of his son (my grandfather). Tracing Ollie to TN, and discovering that my grandfather's name McCagie was a family misspelling of Micajah --- I finally found my grandfather (Micajah Bennett) in Wilson Co., TN in 1820. He had died on "his own doorstep". That set off another search until a kind lady in Lebanon, TN sent me a photocopy of the minutes of the grand jury investigation into his murder. My ggggf was murdered by five men for robbery after he closed his store -- but I had never heard the story from any relative and had to search it out myself. I've not been able to go further yet, but the importance of not hiding this stuff is so vital to our histories that I wanted to share my story. Jan

I have an old picture (probably 1925-1930),of a bank lobby or similiar company lobby in Monroe, that I believe includes a picture of my grandfather, Victor Teegerstrom. I would like to see if anyone recognizes the building or business that this might be. I don't believe attachments can be posted to the LIST but I have posted this picture to my DOZIER web site at http://home.att.net/~hsdozier38/wsb/html/view.cgi-home.html-.html and would appreciate comments by anyone who would look there. The picture is photo number 7. If there is better LIST to post this to, please tell me. Best Regards, Harold Dozier

Here's another "thanks" for all the memory postings. My DOZIER family was in and around Farmerville beginning around 1890 and some are still there. I never lived there but had some nice visits. I believe part of the DOZIER farm was flooded when the D'Arbonne lake was built. Best Regards To All, Harold Dozier Tulsa OK

Thanks to all for posting your memories of Union Parish. Although I have no memories to contribute, my Fuller and Payne families were in Union Parish, abt. 1839 to abt. 1870 [mostly Farmersville]. Your memoirs help me to have a better understand of my Union Parish ancestors. I appreciate you. About posting the negative side of our family histories, i. e. murders, etc. -- Please keep in mind that this is just my personal opinion and I respect those who have other views. How someone died is not as important as how they lived. However, often it has given me insight into the 'why' about the persons whose lives were altered by a death. Both the good and bad are my history. I am delighted to find the preachers, teachers, elected officials, generals, inventors, conquerors, corporate giants, as well as those folks who just lived a good life to a ripe old age. I accept, perhaps not with delight, the murderers, drunks, thieves, swindlers and down right bums as part of my family history as well. Again, the above was written with much respect for those who do not share this view. Thanks again for your postings. Shari Smith

Hi, My name is Robbie Landry. Our roots run deep in Union parish too, with names like Hudson, Goynes, Acree. Dandridge Acree was on the Police Jury as was his son. When I was a child my grandmother said she didn't remember much about my grandfather ,Elgin Dean Hudson's, family. Though she was very fond of his mother Susannah Goyne Hudson . Who they called Sue Ann. Elgin died before I was born but, my grandmother and mother would tell wonderful stories of how he helped build the (New)Ouachita River bridge and he and my grandmother Emma Coates Hudson planted the bushes and flowers at each end. When, my mom died in 1996 I grew hungry for more information about this family and begain to search. How lucky I was to find Tim Hudson. He is my cousin and has shown and shared with me so much about our family. We have a wonderful friendship. Now, after all these years of wondering I feel like I belong to the Union parish families. Thank you, Robbie

Many thanks to Karen, Gina and Shawn Martin for sharing your memories. Your stories also took me for a stroll down memory lane. My story is about Evergreen Community and Union Gin School. Are any of you old enough to remember Union Gin? God said "Let there be life" and I was born. It was a Wednesday afternoon, the twentieth day of May in the year nineteen hundred thirty-six to be exact. I think my two older sisters thought the stork got their baby mixed up as my parents had promised them a brother. They did decide they better keep me so I became a full fledged member of the Gresham family. As a child I felt very close to Aunt Lillie Gresham Rea. She lived nearby and took care of Grandfather Marcelleous Allen Gresham. Each afternoon when my sisters and I got off the school bus, Aunt Lillie would have a nice hot baked sweet potato waiting for us. Grandfather always had a warm fire going in the fireplace. We use to sit and talk to them and they seemed personally interested in us. My sisters and I attended the Union Gin country school which was near the Evergreen community in Bernice, Union Parish, Louisiana. It was a long walk uphill to catch the bus each morning. I wore long socks to keep my legs and feet warm. On the night before Christmas my socks were draped across the rocking chair on Mother's treadle sewing machine near the tree in hope Santa would find them. Christmas morning, as soon as it was light, my sisters and I would ask permission to go into the room with the Christmas tree and socks. Every year there would be an apple, an orange, some nuts, and almost always a doll. I still have the doll with the aluminum eyes which I received in nineteen hundred forty one. My grandfather, L.C."Clevy" Bagwell also lived nearby. He had a sand yard which was swept every day. I remember well the fun we had as we played under the spacious wisteria vine. I faintly recall walking through the virgin pine forest behind his home. I enjoyed visiting with him as he was a very kindly soul with so many wonderful memories to share. I still remember most of his stories. In nineteen hundred forty-two, Union Gin school had an outhouse. The school children would line up and wait their turn. This outhouse gave us a much better picture of typical examples of outdoor plumbing. Mrs. R. E. Jernigan, formerly Miss Edna Tabor, was my first grade school teacher. I can still picture her face and the wood burning stove we shared with the second graders. In my memory book, there are reading, penmanship and spelling certificates awarded to me while attending school at Union Gin. They were signed by Irene Clark, Seth Tanner, and Mrs. R. E. Jernigan. Mr. Tanner was our principal. It was also in January, 1942 when my Mother was awarded a certificate for meritorious achievement in having grown seventy-five percent or more of the food necessary for the family, & for leadership in better living in the community and state as was awarded and signed by Sam Jones, Governor of Louisiana and H.C. Sanders, Director of Agricultural Extension and Harry Wilson, Commissioner of Agriculture. "..............And this community of Evergreen's hilly red clay countryside, fertile and beautiful the tallest trees grow that I had ever seen and my wonderful memories so bountiful." I was born and grew up the descendent of the original settlers who moved to the state about 1811 to survey and clear the land, work the soil, grow their crops and raise their families. Margaret Pear and George Feazel settled in the area of Downsville, Louisiana at the edge of what is now Lincoln Parish, Louisiana. All that remains is a small cemetery which is often refered to as the Feazel-Frazier/Frasier Cemetery. The Frazier or Frasier (spelling questionable) family inherited the land from Hale Feazel, son of Christiana Ferguson and John O. Feazel. John O. was the second son of the original settlers.

I grew up in Union Parish. We lived about seven miles from Bernice, Farmerville and Dubach. My roots are deep there as most of my ancestors came into Union and Lincoln Parishes in the years between 1844 and 1892. Exactly 100 years after my Liggin ancestors moved from Alabama to Union Parish I was born. Our house was just a couple of blocks from the old one-room school house called Union Gin School. I remember as a child walking around the area and being told about the school that had been located there. My mother and father and my father's father attended this school. I also remember an African-American one-room school that was located closer to Bernice. My mother often said this should have been preserved because of the history associated with school. Unfortunately it was torn down. A few miles down the road was Shiloh Church. We attended church there every Sunday morning, night and Wednesday night. There were also the revivals in the summer and Vacation Bible School. Karen....I remember George Moore and hi s wife Mary Maude Moore. Were they kin to you. I see you mentioned a George Washington Moore in your e-mail. George Moore was one of the deacons in the church and was well thought of. My mother and father are buried in Shiloh cemetery. To reach Dubach we drove down a dirt road through Middlefork Swamp. My roots are really in this area as this is where my Liggin and Wynn ancestors lived. Most of them are buried in the Fellowship Church cemetery that is located along this road. Also along here is a private family Liggin cemetery that contains my great great grandfather and grandmother, James G. Liggin and his wife Elizabeth Peters Burton Liggin. He was born in Virginia in the 1700s. My Tabor ancestors lived between our house and Bernice. Somewhere near Shiloh Church, I believe. My grandmother Laura Tabor Matthews Lewis Smith moved back to Union Parish after her husband died, leaving her with 3 young children. When my mother, Edna Matthews Liggin married, Laura married a widower (Mr. Lewis). He did not live long and she later married the grandfather that I remember, "Pop" Smith. Pop was a character...a carpenter with unlimited energy. He repaired and built many houses in Union Parish. My mother's brother, John Matthews, lived across the road from us. He was known in the area as the "butane" man. He drove a butane gas truck and delivered gas to the area homes. Some of you may remember this....everyone burned butane in their space heaters to heat their homes. There was a tank buried in the yard that had a lid that lifted for the "butane" man to take his hose from his truck and refill the tank. John was always getting early morning calls from "widow-women" in the area who had put off calling him to have their tanks filled...until it was too late and they were out. (Many of these elderly women had little money and were tight with what they had.) He never complained...just got out of his warm bed and drove out to refill their Butane tanks so they could have a warm fire in the mornings. My grandmother (Douglas Liggin) used to sit all day in a rocker in front of her space heater. My mother, Edna Liggin, was known as the "bookmobile" lady. She worked on the Union Parish bookmobile and visited all the area schools. She would take an interest in each child and often set aside books she knew they would enjoy. She was also the Parish genealogist and wrote many articles for the Bernice and Farmerville newspapers. Another of her interests was bottle collecting. She would go to all the old home sites and find their garbage dumps. Everyone was responsible for their own trash and garbage disposal and usually buried it in an old ditch or roadbed. From these "trash" areas she found memories from the past in the form of bottle and old trinkets. She would research these bottles and write about their history in the local papers. We had a large barn beside our house. On this barn she started hanging the bottles she had found (not the valuable ones) and soon it became known as the bottle barn. I remember a Monroe newspaper sent out a reporter to interview her and take pictures. The article later appeared in the Monroe paper. Well I could go on forever but had better stop as its time to get dressed for work. Maradee Liggin Cryer

I sent this out to the list a couple of years ago. These are some of my memories of my MaMaw and PaPaw Antley who lived in Point, LA. Mamaw was the daughter of Joseph Nolan and Lucy Guice. Papaw was the son of Richard Antley and Dona Buckaloo. Richard's father, James Augustus Antley migrated to Union Parish and settled around the Point area in 1850. Debi AsI sit here tonight thinking of Thanksgiving tomorrow it's easy to go back 30-35years and find myself sitting on the front porch of my MaMaw and PaPaw Antley's house in Point. For those of you who have never been to Point, it's really just a curve in the road with a store, churchs, couple of cemetery's and a few houses. Gosh, I can still smell all that food cookin coming through the screendoor. The old wringer washing machine is sitting off to one corner of the porch waiting for Saturday. Hangin on the side wall is the big old wash tub she'd bring in and pour buckets and buckets of hot water into for us to bath. If you listen real close you can hear the mantel clock that PaPaw wound every Saturday night. The key was in a little drawer inside the clocks door. Everything is so quiet you can hear a car coming from miles down the road. As it comes in front of the house they slow,blow the horn and wave. The only people who didn't weren't from around there. On the other end of the porch sits the well with the old wooden water bucket and dipper sitting on top just waiting for somebody to lower it down and get the coldest and best water you've ever tasted. It gets awfully hot in Louisiana in July and August and that water sure did hit the spot. If I close my eyes I can see myself walking down the porch steps and turning around the corner of the house. There sits theOuthouse down through a few trees. If it's still day light I could evenlook at the Sears Roebuck catolog while attendin to business. Listen real close and you can hear MaMaw working the hand pump in the kitchen drawing water in a pan to wash dishes. I can go around the back of the house and look in the screen door and there she is getting the biscuits out of the oven. There's two meats and a gillion vegetables on the table from her garden. Hanging on the wall is an old mirror with PaPaw's razor sharpening strap beside it. Just as I hear another vehicle coming she's pouring the tea in glasses. This one stops and PaPaw comes through the front door that's placed even with the back for a breeze to go through. He'll wash his hands for supper in a old battered tin bowl and dry em with a towel hanging from a nail. MaMaw won't sit to eat until everybodyis served. Not long after dark we'll take a trip to the Out house with a flash light then climb into one of the five beds in that two bedroom house. There's one double bed in the back of the living room, three in the main bedroom and one small one in the back room. If it's cold weather you'll be weighted down by the moundsof quilts on the bed. It's so quietthat you can almost hear the water ripplingmiles away on D'arbonne! Daylight finds breakfast already on the table and PaPaw pouring his coffee intothe saucer to cool it. My grandparents got there indoor bathroom in the mid 70's and sold the old outhouse to a neighbor down the road. It was much better than the one they had. My heart and gut grows heavy thinking of all that's lost to us now. So many of our old folks are gone as istheir way of life. Excuse the nostalgia today but it seems appropriate as we give Thanks to also thank those who came before us. And even as those are sweet sweet memories to me I have to also give thanks for the many things I have that make my life so sooo much easier than my ancestors. I had a beautiful nephew born yesterday and he'll never know anything of their wayof life except my memories. As I ThankGod for him tomorrow I will also pledgeto tell him about our folks that paved the way for him. HappyThanksgiving to you all! ^j^ DebiAntley Murphy November 1998

Karen, Thanks for your story regarding your family. I started to say like you I never lived in Union Parish, but I have to take that back. I did live there for 6 weeks with Grandma "Aunt Mae" McAdams while mom was recovering from an operation. I even attended Sperrysville High School. This was in the late 1960's. I was raised in East Carroll Parish, LA and tried to spend as much time at my grandparents as possible. You see I was Grandpa's little girl. He was my best buddy. Unfortunately, he died in 1963. We would go fishing in the "Luder" River and come home with a string full of perch or blue gill. Or, Grandpa would just throw a rock in the water as I watched the "green slime" disperse. He'd look at me and say, "Let's go swimming!". I tried this with my kids and husband once at the same spot and they thought I was crazy. You see, I now live in Virginia and my kids had never experienced swimming in a bayou, only in pools. I remember "homecomings" at Hopewell Baptist Church. There was always a sea of covered dishes after Sunday services. I always wondered how the tables withstood all the weight throughout the years. These were always preceeded by a night of "Baptist Pallets" when all the family gathered at grandma and grandpa's and talked the night away. And most of all, I loved to sit on the porch with Grandpa in the middle of all the "Old-timers" dipping snuff, telling stories and white lies, and waving at everyone that passed by on the road in front of the store. Each car would bring another story. Unfortunately, I can't remember the stories now. My Grandfather was Hosea Teague McAdams. He was born in the Caanan area of Union Parish December 11, 1892. He was the son of David Jamison and Elizabeth "Betty" Drury McAdams. He died January 5, 1963 and is buried in Caanan Cemetery. If anyone remembers my Grandfather, they would remember he was quite a character. He was injured during WWII and had a limp the rest of his life. The way he got his injury was he fell off a stage entertaining his buddies in France. My Grandmother was Mary Elizabeth "Mae" McGarity McAdams. She was born July 9, 1904 in Union Parish. She was the daughter of John Richard and Nancy Ann "Annie" Franklin McGarity. She died April 22, 1994 and is buried in Caanan Cemetery. I would love to hear memories of others. Shawn Martin

Gina, This is just pure, personal opinion - but to me death is death, and those who die by accident, murder, or suicide are equally loved and mourned by those who survive them. Use your own judgement about the personal comments, especially rumor - maybe on the archives we should leave that out - it has no genealogical value. Karen ----- Original Message ----- From: "Gina Sherrard" <gina_sherrard@yahoo.com> To: <LAUNION-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Friday, February 09, 2001 2:42 AM Subject: Re: tidbits > Thank you all, I was trying to be sensitive to the > families, some of these are still less than 20 years > old. There is nothing graphic or anything, they are > just car accident accounts and a couple of suicides. > Peggy has made notes saying that some killed their > selves or were rumored to be murdered should I > inlclude these comments? > > Gina > > --- Mary Margaret Selig-Trahan <mmst@classicnet.net> > wrote: > > Gina---go for it.....we are all looking for every > > bit of information we can > > find....I personally thank you for all the work you > > do for us.....just keep > > it up......mary margaret > > P. S. This old lady finally got moved....just went > > downstairs and across > > the street in our apt. complex.....but how nice it > > is on my hips and > > knees.....mmst > > > > > > > > ----- Original Message ----- > > From: Karen Rice <aberizn1@gte.net> > > To: <LAUNION-L@rootsweb.com> > > Sent: Thursday, February 08, 2001 12:28 PM > > Subject: tidbits > > > > > > > Gina, > > > I don't think these are in bad taste at all. What > > does it matter if > > someone > > > dies in an accident or of old age? We still want > > to honor and remember > > > them. We have one obit on there for a young man > > who died in his teens in > > an > > > auto crash in the 1920s. My grandfather died of > > cancer at 78. My son > > died > > > in a car crash at 19. Both their memories are > > equally important. Am I > > > wrong, list? > > > Karen > > > PS - I think our parents and grandparents kept > > these obits and funeral > > cards > > > and such, because they were a great deal more in > > tune with the fact that > > > death is part of life than we are. > > > > > > > > __________________________________________________ > Do You Yahoo!? > Get personalized email addresses from Yahoo! Mail - only $35 > a year! http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/ >

I am probably one of the youngsters being 32, so my memories aren't from long ago. I never lived in Union Parish either but my Dad's family did and does now. Every summer for a week we would go to Mam Maw and Pap Paws house, and all of my father's siblings would come and bring their kids, I don't know where Mam Maw put everyone. My memories are of swimming Lake D'Arbonne (sp?) going fishing with Pap Paw -- which was very interesting seeing as how Pap Paw only had one arm! He was awesome, caught more fish then the rest of us put together. And he rolled his own cigarettes, with one arm! I remember being the "city girl" and being introduced to snipe hunting by my loving cousins!! LOL My parents moved back to Union Parish in 1989, so I go back sometimes. My Dad now lives on the land he grew up on. I love to hear him tell me stories about things they did. We sit on the porch and I wish I could see through his mind's eye, and see the little boy playing with his siblings. I remember Mam Maw's fried fruit pies and Pap Paw's baseball, he NEVER missed a game -- and since he was hard of hearing -- no else did either!LOL I remember running through Mam Maw's freshly hung sheets on the clothes line, and playing in the white sand in the front yard, and bon fires at night. I remember being scared to walk 30 yards between houses because -- Honey it was dark, in the boonies! Most of my memories are from smells, the smell of a cigar takes me back to Pap Paw's house, and the smell of the air out there hasn't changed in all my 32 years. I still get up early and go outside just to smell the air when I visit. My Pap Paw used to pour his coffee in his cup and kind of slurp it of the saucer, I remeber hearing that early in the morning, and the smell of Mam Maw's biscuits, may but that woman could cook. I miss them very much, thank you for the trip down memory lane. Gina __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get personalized email addresses from Yahoo! Mail - only $35 a year! http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/

Here's tonight's group: Claud E. Upshaw, 1972 Derward Boatright, ?? Ernest Henderson, 1972 Gordon Bryan, ?? Jack Eubanks, 1993 Mary L. Rockett, ?? Fannie Mae Abbot, 1978 C. L. Upshaw, 1995 Wesson Ward, 1990 Mrs. Ollie Watson, 1992 Mrs. Sallie Pickens, age 101 (!) 1976 Mrs. Sarah Senn, 1978 Thanks, Gina! Thanks, Peggy! And by the way, isn't this a nice way for Peggy to pay tribute to her mother? I enjoyed the story about sitting on the porch of the general store eating cheese and crackers and lemons that Shawn shared with us. I'll bet your feet were bare and dusty, too! It set me thinking - what are your roots in Union Parish? I'll share with you ---- why am I the Archives Coordinator and the Listowner for Union Parish? I never lived there a day in my life. I visited there 3 times in my life - twice as a young kid, and once as a young adult. Those visits as a kid were wonderful. I visited with my great uncles, Lucien and Lot Coplen (Copeland) - both of whom lived in a dogtrot cabin out in the woods. I got to go to a big white clapboard schoolhouse with my cousin Jeanette Long at Farmerville. It was May and it was hot, and I was wishing I was outside running down the dusty street barefooted. My southern roots run deep. My g-g-g-g-g-g-grandfather came from Ireland to S. Ca. He was a wagonmaker, and they called him (oddly enough) "Wagonmaker Billy Moore." He's the progenitor of the Moore family of Union Parish - George Washington Moore, Richard Tubb Moore, et al. Most of them buried at Shiloh. My g-g-grandfather Thomas S. Cook owned a carriage manufactory in Milltown, AL before the Civil War. One of his young apprentices was William Pierce Mabry. He built wagons, too. His son, my grandfather, who married two wives in Union Parish before moving to Texas, then Oklahoma worked with wood too. He made cabinets some, but mostly he made coffins. Most of the people in the little tiny cemetery near what is now almost a ghost town called Elmer, OK are buried in coffins made by my grandfather. I have a big old wooden chest of tools used to a well-worn sheen by him and William P. Mabry, and for all I know, Thomas S. Cook. I love to work with wood, too. It pleases my hands and my soul. That's a few of the many reasons my heart lingers in Union Parish - what are yours? Karen Mabry Rice

Gina---go for it.....we are all looking for every bit of information we can find....I personally thank you for all the work you do for us.....just keep it up......mary margaret P. S. This old lady finally got moved....just went downstairs and across the street in our apt. complex.....but how nice it is on my hips and knees.....mmst ----- Original Message ----- From: Karen Rice <aberizn1@gte.net> To: <LAUNION-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Thursday, February 08, 2001 12:28 PM Subject: tidbits > Gina, > I don't think these are in bad taste at all. What does it matter if someone > dies in an accident or of old age? We still want to honor and remember > them. We have one obit on there for a young man who died in his teens in an > auto crash in the 1920s. My grandfather died of cancer at 78. My son died > in a car crash at 19. Both their memories are equally important. Am I > wrong, list? > Karen > PS - I think our parents and grandparents kept these obits and funeral cards > and such, because they were a great deal more in tune with the fact that > death is part of life than we are. >

Gina, I do not think posting accident articles are in bad taste. Some of us would love to know how our ancesters died. I would also like to thank you for posting all these obits to this mailing list. I am find them quite useful. I am a descendant of the McAdams, Post, McGarity and others of Union Parish. My grandparents were Hosea "Hosie" and Mary "Aunt Mae" McAdams of Laran in Union Parish. They bought the store there from Lem Cranford. Some of you may have seen me sitting on the front porch with Grandpa eating lemons and cheese and crackers if you ever stopped at the store. Grandma and Grandpa lived in the apartment above the store when Mr. Lem ran the store. I am filling in a lot of information on the branches of my extended tree from these obits. Thank you again. Shawn Martin

Thank you all, I was trying to be sensitive to the families, some of these are still less than 20 years old. There is nothing graphic or anything, they are just car accident accounts and a couple of suicides. Peggy has made notes saying that some killed their selves or were rumored to be murdered should I inlclude these comments? Gina --- Mary Margaret Selig-Trahan <mmst@classicnet.net> wrote: > Gina---go for it.....we are all looking for every > bit of information we can > find....I personally thank you for all the work you > do for us.....just keep > it up......mary margaret > P. S. This old lady finally got moved....just went > downstairs and across > the street in our apt. complex.....but how nice it > is on my hips and > knees.....mmst > > > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: Karen Rice <aberizn1@gte.net> > To: <LAUNION-L@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Thursday, February 08, 2001 12:28 PM > Subject: tidbits > > > > Gina, > > I don't think these are in bad taste at all. What > does it matter if > someone > > dies in an accident or of old age? We still want > to honor and remember > > them. We have one obit on there for a young man > who died in his teens in > an > > auto crash in the 1920s. My grandfather died of > cancer at 78. My son > died > > in a car crash at 19. Both their memories are > equally important. Am I > > wrong, list? > > Karen > > PS - I think our parents and grandparents kept > these obits and funeral > cards > > and such, because they were a great deal more in > tune with the fact that > > death is part of life than we are. > > > __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get personalized email addresses from Yahoo! Mail - only $35 a year! http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/

Oh, yeah - I forgot. Thanks for the two dates - I'll catch them when I'm doing the other 12 obits you sent tonight. Thanks, Karen

Gina, I don't think these are in bad taste at all. What does it matter if someone dies in an accident or of old age? We still want to honor and remember them. We have one obit on there for a young man who died in his teens in an auto crash in the 1920s. My grandfather died of cancer at 78. My son died in a car crash at 19. Both their memories are equally important. Am I wrong, list? Karen PS - I think our parents and grandparents kept these obits and funeral cards and such, because they were a great deal more in tune with the fact that death is part of life than we are.