Ingram Family History & Genealogy

My grandad was a quarter native American he had a brother Johnny Ingram. Who was the dame. We are white. Not to be confused with the colored people of usa thanks

I'm Johnny Lloyd Ingram born in Gadsden Alabama in 1961 my mother Juanita Ingram was a Ingram of walaska ga . Before marring my father Homer e Ingram of Alabama. My grandad dad was George f Ingram of Alabama. . my grandad mam was Mary e Ingram ao Alabama . I know nothing of family except we are white my grandad was a guarter native American.

I'm Johnny Lloyd Ingram born in Gadsden Alabama in 1961 I'm 62 now I'm white

My name is Christopher Ingram my father was John Robert Ingram he divorced my mother when I was two yrs old so I know nothing about my Ingram family history I would love to know something about my family history. My email is Chris_ [contact link]

Hello, I am looking for info on James and Martha Ingram and I'm not sure how to go about posting a question.
My GGGrandfather James Ingram, married a girl named Martha Morris in AL sometime before 1860. In 1860, they were in Walker County,AL, Western Division, and James was 20, Martha was 19. They had a child, Mary E. Ingram, who was 1.
According to the census, James was born in AL, Martha was born in GA. From what I know now, Martha was previously Martha Morris.
I can find no previous info on James, and who his parents were, or who his siblings may be.
In 1870, James and Martha (31 & 29) were in Hill, TX, Precinct 2. They had children, Mary E., 12, Martin,10, Sarah E., and George S. (who were probably twins at 5 years old), all born in AL.
In the next census, 1880, in Hill County, TX, Martha has remarried Henry Williams, a neighbor.
James has passed away sometime between 1870 & 1880.
Does anybody know of these Ingram's at all? James had a lot of Native American bloodline, but I am at a dead end in finding any parents or siblings.
Son Martin moved to OK between 1880 and 1900 and was married twice with wife Josephine first and Anna second, with 11 children altogether.
Any info would be greatly appreciated!
Thank you,
Kim

As a child growing up my mother would tell me story's about her father his name was Roscoe Ingram not sure about his date of birth he did have brothers and at least one sister I know iof her name was Florence Ingram and mother her mom died when she was 2 years old so she never knew her mother her name was Ethel May Thomas. That was my grandmother I have one picture of them my grandfather was cherokee indian and my grandmother was dutch in the picture my grandfather is holding my mom and her sister is standing between them I will try to post this as it is old so I have to get a copy of it. I remember My mother's story of how she loved her dad so much and how my mother looked so much like her mom that it really hurt my grandfather. He married and had anthor daughter and a son. I guess he was just not happy I think it was because he was heart broken over losing my grandmother who died during childbirth. One day my mother was at school and my grandfather came to her and said he was leaving he asked my mom to please come with him he told her he loved her but had to leave my mom being young did not really understand that he was never coming back, so she said no she was staying in Alabama. He told her she would never see him again and she never did. My family has tried to find him with no luck. He would not be living today however my mother so wanted to find him she wrote to the state to try and get someone to locate him but they never did. He may have anthor family who knows but my mom died over 10 years ago in her honor I would love to find out what happened to my grandfather or if possible meet any of his other children. If anyone out there could help even though my mom has passed on it would make me feel like I fulfilled one of her last wish's to find her beloved father who until the day she died still loved him. He was about 6'1 dark hair thin build and had dark skin. Please if anyone thinks that this person sounds familar please respond to [contact link]

Grandma was born Opal Ingram on November 12, 1903. Her father was dragged to his death by a team of mules before she was born. She was the youngest of five children and had to quit school after the 8th grade to go to work keeping house, in order to help out. As a result, she spelled phonetically and her letters were a little difficult to read.
Grandma was a mother of invention and to me she could do anything. Once, she made me a stove and refrigerator out of huge cardboard boxes. I thought she had the gift of magic when my four-year-old eyes saw her creations. It left such a memory with me that I duplicated the act with my own grandchildren.
Grandma could sew anything from anything, as many women could back then. She once made a cuit and cap for my little two-year-old brother out of a pair of my father's trousers. She could cut patterns from newspaper. Until a footlocker full of my baby clothes were stolen, I had a collection of her hand-smocked silk baby dress which she had made for me, as well as gowns and baby quilts. She could salvage a thrown away chair and re-upholster it, using odds and ends as padding. As I grew older, I begged my mother not to let Grandma make my dresses because Grandma had a fondness for huge, outrageous flowers, which I found distasteful. As Grandma grew older, her taste toned down some.

Besides sewing, Grandma could cook and would always make a small pie just for my brother and me, whenever she was baking. But Grandma also had the ability to make me mind. She made me sit at the table one time until I ate the turnips which were on my plate. I loved her fried pork chops and fried potatoes. She would allow us a piece of raw potato as a treat while she peeled them.

Grandma had almost perfect pitch and could sing anything in tune. I hold in my heart those songs that she sang... "Fraulein", "Poor Babes in the Woods", "Froggy Went A-Courtin'" and so many more. She loved to wear the color red and to dance at the corner family tavern on Saturday nights with Grandpa.

She kept a clean home, sweeping the floors with a red-sawdust-looking compound. She wore aprons and loved to play gin-rummy. Every now and then she would play a practical joke. When I was nine years-old, I had a lose tooth which would not come out, no matter how much I jiggled it with my tongue. She approached me with her hand behind her back and told me she could get it out. She pulled out a pair of pliers and I screamed. She cackled. To her it was funny and it is to me now, but not then.

Grandma was always there for her three children whenever they needed her. She outlived all three of her children. I will remember Grandma as always being there, a stable, strong person who could do anything, even pulling stumps with a tractor at age fifty-five. I still miss her.