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Eddy Rodriguez:
"Unbelievable what that poor girl went through my condolence to the family it absolutely incredible what devastated me for such a strong girl to be 4 days in the wilderness could have got ate alive by animals in the cold to survive and eventually die going to see her grandma God Rest her soul in peace she deserved better in this here life and a good man and kids and family rest in peace amen"
Curtis Beitans:
The Upper Murray and Mitta Herald. 2nd October 1941.
The death occurred in Melbourne on Sunday last, after a short
illness, of Mrs. Emily Braybrook, wife of Mr. L. Braybrook.
Deceased, who was aged 52 years, was the third daughter
of the late Samuel and Mary Barber, and was a native of
Mitta Mitta, her brothers are Charles ( Myrtleford ),
Clem ( Melbourne ), and Steve and Jim ( Tallangatta ),
Mrs. Peck ( Tallangatta ), Mrs. Chestnut ( Shepparton )
and Mrs. O'Farrell ( Fernvale ) are sisters, another sister
Mrs. D. Wylie, passed away only a few months ago.
The remains were interred at Springvale Cemetery.
Irene Muzet:
Uncle Phil, ( my father's brother, there were 10 siblings) lived with my Muset family for awhile. Before that time when I was a small child I remember him being married to Aunt Jeanie and living farther down Rt 36, not sure which town after Hazlet but before Earle N.Depot. After they divorced he so missed his daughter's terribly, us Muset kids tried to cheer him up but I think it saddened him more, Betty Ann, Victory, and Kim were missed by me too. Betty Ann is my age now 73 or 74. They moved to California. When I was a teenager, Uncle Phil fell asleep alone driving and went under a tractor trailer. His tongue was almost cut in half and was sewn back together. As a teenager I was the one who irrigated his tongue for him at home. I remember when he lived in an apartment in Keyport NJ. I remember my Dad and Uncle Phil arguing over if they were all Ukrainian descent or part Polish too. I was told my grandparents met on the ship coming over, true I don't know.
Joe Wimberly:
Patterson Hardiman was my grandfather and the finest man that i have ever known. He would often tell us stories about his early life as a sharecropper in Grenada, Mississippi. He was born on January 3, 1886 the son of Albert Hardiman (a slave) who was born in 1847. My grandfather owned property in Grenada but he decided to relocate to Paducah, Kentucky which is where my mom Lottie Wimberly was born on November 15. 1927.
Monica Gory:
One moment in time remembering my father. - I cherish the memories of you visiting me at mamas house and spending time with me. One particular moment that stands out is when we were out together at the store, and one of your friends stopped to ask who I was. With pride, you introduced me as your daughter – a moment I'll always treasure.
Sara Lobato:
My father worked there in the 1930s - My father, Emmanuel J. Lobato, was born in Alamosa. He tended cattle at 12 and when he was five he took care of one cow or bull that used to get lose. He earned $1 a month, and when it got lose he had to pay $1, which happened a number of times.
He worked at the hardware store when he was about 18 years old. He was born December 31, 1918, and his family came from Spain about 400-500 years earlier and married the Martinez family. I actually lived in Pueblo West years ago and a young man came to my door who looked like my nephew. I almost died. He was a Martinez.
The story I was told by my oldest brother who is 80 years old, said that my father worked very hard for Mr. Husung. Mr. Husung had hopes that one day my father would manage the store, but my father had higher dreams than staying in Alamosa.
He went to the Naval Academy, became a Lt. Commander, was in over 30 major battles, and 13 battle stars, and went on to become one of the top international attorneys in the world.
He visited Alamosa a number of times during and after the war. I have no idea if he visited the store and said hello to Mr. Husung, but since I do things like that and take after him in many ways, I would like to think that he did at least one time. He was written up in the local paper since he had many accomplishments in the navy.
I like to think that Mr. Husung most likely read about him.
Crystal Ramirez:
My dad has always been a hard worker . When he's not working he would be outside either working on his garden , cleaning up the yard or chopping wood . When he would take a break I can always remember him drinking a bud light. Smoking a cigarette. Scratching a lottery ticket. My dad wasn't to much of a jokester he would get all upset if we played to much . .. a Great Dad . He hardly had me nor my brother Nick around. But he's a strong as a bull. Your the greatest dad ...
James Henderson:
An old photograph - We are sorting family photos. One that I particularly enjoy shows my dad, Paul F. Henderson, Jr., in a suit and bow tie, sitting at a bar with another dashing young man. The back of the photo is enscribed with my dad's name, and the name Walter Nettbaum.
Based on the year, 1946, and my dad's likely age, 22-23, I did some Ancestry searching to locate Walter Nettbaums born around 1922 or 23, and perhaps in or around Chicago. I located several records, some of which seemed to indicate that Walter was wounded while on active duty in the USMC, possibly in the Pacific Theater. Among records I reviewed, a couple listed him within the long categories of Navy Department wounded in action.
My dad enlisted in January 1942 and served in the South Pacific. Maybe they were just two Reservists that bumped into each other in a bar. Or maybe they were on ship together. Or, perhaps, they served on Guadalcanal, American Samoa, or other particular zones. In any event, there is that picture, the information about Walter that I found on Ancestry, and, sadly, Walter's obituary.
Now Walter and Paul are beyond inquiry. But I still like the photograph showing two brothers in arms home again, and hopefully finding the way to make themselves whole again.
Jim
Shelley Cardiel:
updated the profile photo of Edward Tessey to Edward John Tessey.
Kristin Hughes:
My Grandpa - My grandfather, Tommy Caldwell, was the most entertaining storyteller. My brother and I grew up listening to tales about my grandfather climbing the “mountain” outside of his window to fight a grizzly bear. Not only did my brother and I get to hear this wildly violent tale, my grandpa would act it out with props and all. My grandpa was never boring. He loved my grandma Koko, and all of us because we were a part of her. I sure miss that old man.
Patrick Kelly:
upstairs neighbor - Harold was my upstairs neighbor when I was a kid spending summers in Wildwood Crest, New Jersey. He and his wife, Lu, and son Marc, were friends of my family, and particularly of my mother. My memories of Harold are of a kind man, with a sonorus voice, and his ever present pipe.
These are warm memories, indeed.
Rosemarie Sweeny:
Aunt Aida - My Aunt Aida was the wife of my Uncle John, my mother’s younger brother, the brother of my Uncles Jim and Paul. The daughter-in-law of my Grandparents, Concetta Maria and Carmelo Bivona. She was the mother of my cousins Eleana Bivona and John Bivona Jr.
She was a beautiful and wise woman. I always cherish that she told me, “Every heart knows its own sorrows.” I realized that we aren’t the only one to know and feel what touches our hearts.