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Joseph Badger:
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Kathy Pinna:
Kimmy is the daughter of actor Mickey Rooney (born Joseph Yule Jr), 1920 - 2014, and model and actress Barbara Ann Thomason (her stage name was Carolyn Mitchell), who died in 1966. Kimmy's father Mickey was married 8 times and Barbara/Carolyn was his 5th wife.
From all of the marriages, Kimmy had 8 siblings - 5 brothers and 3 sisters. They were Jimmy, Jonelle, Michael Joseph Rooney, Kelly Ann Rooney, Kerry Yule Rooney, Tim, Mickey Jr and Teddy.
During her parents' divorcé, her mother allowed her boyfriend. to move in with her and her 4 children. It was reported that they had a tumultuous relationship. It must have been because in 1966, her boyfriend shot and killed Carolyn and then shot himself. Kimmy's maternal grandparents were given custody. The full story at Barbara Thomason slain by jealous lover
Nancy Florence:
My Dad was a very private, handsome, kind person. He worked very hard at two jobs his whole married life to support our family. He was very religious and proud to have become a Catholic. He played the violin and loved classical and contemporary music of the time. He loved and admired our family and was very proud of his grandchildren. He enjoyed working outside and keeping our home looking beautiful. He was most proud of our car and enjoyed taking long rides in the country on weekends. He and I used to take long walks in the summer and sometimes stop for a coke or frozen yogurt. He worked downtown Chicago for many years and on occasion we would stop by his office or enjoy the lakefront on his day off in the summer time. He always seemed to be amazed at the new big buildings going up and the new cars on the streets. He was humble and as he grew older his impatience with us left him and we suffered watching him grow weak with Parkinson's disease. He was the bravest person I knew and will always be my special angel.
Nancy Lewis:
Jennie Kenline was my dad’s great aunt. Our family was the only family she had, as far as I knew. I don’t remember how old I was when I first met her. Fairly young I’d say. As long as I knew her, until she moved in with my parents the last year of her life, she lived in Paradise, California. A lovely small town, then, in the mountains where the air smelled fresh and of pine trees. She owned a small house that was divided into two living areas. The smaller part was rented to another elderly woman named Katherine. They would communicate through a ‘window’ with a sliding hatch. I loved visiting Aunt Jennie. It was so peaceful and calm. She had no neighbors that could be seen because of all the tall trees. She had a screened in little summer house (really just a long rectangular building with half walls and half screening on all sides-some old furniture covered in bedspreads and sheets) where I would spend endless days enjoying cool breezes and reading endless stacks of very old Readers Digest issues. I slept out there, too. Since we only visited in the summer, the nights were cool, but not cold. Things smelled a bit dusty, but it was a friendly sort of smell. No one else ever spent time there, so it was my special place. Every evening about 5:00 Aunt Jennie would step out to her graveled driveway, set back in the trees away from the road, and call her cats. She had a special call for them and they listened. They were feral cats that she felt sorry for and would set out food every night. She was the only one they would come near. When she called them it would take a few minutes before you would see them cautiously peeking out of the woods. Looking for danger. Making sure no one else was around. I would be watching out the screen of the summer house as she called, so entranced to watch each cat come to eat. There were a couple of dozen. All colors and sizes. I felt such love for this small, hunched old lady who didn’t have much, but she was happy to care for animals without a home.
Her stove had a jar into which went every bit of grease left over from cooking. This was then added to whatever kind of gravy she was adding to the meal. I didn’t like gravy at the time, but everyone else absolutely loved her gravy. Though I’m willing to bet that they were a bit anxious about how old the contents of that jar were.
Aunt Jennie was sweet, kind and cheerful. Whenever something tickled, annoyed, or made her anxious, she would a “a ditty’s sake, a ditty’s sake” a number of times.
Things changed rapidly in Paradise during the ‘70s. A lot of development, vacation homes and increasing population began to change the entire feel of the town. A town that used to completely shut down at 6 pm each night. I got married and moved away, only seeing her once more before she passed away. My parents had her move in with them, she was 98 after all; but I think she was ashamed of being dependent on someone else. Having to leave her trees, cats and home to live in the city (suburb of Los Angeles) stole her will to live.
I wish now that I’d spent more time with her. Listened to stories of her youth. Let her know more often that she was loved.
It would be wonderful to know if anyone out there also has memories of her.
Randy Day:
Working on my deceased birt father's family tree - My birth Father's legal name was Rufus J. Turner. He and his wife, Viva Dale Turner, were the parents of ten children. My twin sister and I were siblings #9 and 10. At the time of our birth in November 8, 1955, Rufus had left the family and moved to Avon Park, Florida. While there he sent word for us all to come and join him.
However, when we got off the Greyhound bus, he was not there. Later on he did respond to a court order for child support by sending support monies to our oldest sister, and the return address was from somewhere in Texas.
We've traced our ancestry back to England and France on our Mother's side. We also know our Father was full-blooded German. But we have no links or names to any of his parents or ancestors.
If anyone could help me in this quest, I would be very grateful.
Sincerely,
Randy Day
Jessica Christensen:
Nola was my Great Grandmother. She had a very sweet soul. We all miss her very much. In her older years when she had to move from Picayune to Gulfport to live with her son and daughter, she gifted me with her daylillies and amaryllis' from her flower garden. I still have to this day.
Nancy Florence:
Every summer when I was a child, usually in August, Grandma would come visit our house for two weeks and my Aunt Anne and Uncle Bob's house for the other two weeks. We would have a big dinner and invite the whole family from my mothers side too. Then we'd do the same at Uncle Bob's and have a big dinner and invite the whole side of Aunt Anne's family at their place. It was alot of work but fun none the less.
Anthiony Gentile:
My spiritual sister - I got to know Mirella when I was 16 (1961).
As an only child for 15 years I had always wanted a sister. Mirella to me was the perfect sister. we lost touch over many years an caught later in life when I travelled through the US and visited Mirella and Paul.
A wonderful memory was when the three of us went to an amusement park in San Francisco. Mirella and Paul as I was were unafraid of whatever ride we went on.
I visited Mirella and Paul a number of times over the years and was witness to her illness.
She will always remain in my memory as the sister that I wished I had. Paul, looked after her to the end, and for that he has my eternal gratitude.
Tony Gentile
Diane Annunziata:
My Grandmother - My Grandmother could cook some delicious meals. We would go visit her in Springerton on Thanksgiving when we lived in Wisconsin and when we lived in Chicago. First thing when we got out of the car we asked her if we could go see all the pies, shortcakes and other things she made in the back screened in area. The whole L shaped screened area was covered in all kinds of wonderful yummies and orange crush was all the way up the wall. My Grandma could cook. I loved her white gravy and she asked what I wanted for breakfast I told her just a bowl of her bacon gravy. The new church in town came out with the cook book full of recipes my Grandmas other grandmas my aunts yummy recipes which I treasure still to this day. I have many wonderful memories I charish of my days visiting my Grandmothers home. I misd her very much
Gale McKiddy:
Melvin's family - Melvin grew up in St. Louis City where he attended school. As a young man he worked for the Conservation Corps in Oregon before he enlisted in the Army. He was among the first troops to enter Hiroshima about one month after the atomic bomb. He had been on the ship The Missouri. Melvin trained as a carpenter and built temporary hospitals for the wounded Japanese and those suffering from radiation illness. After returning home to St. Louis, he married Jean (Spitzmiller) Baldwin and continued his career designing and building beautiful homes. He and Jean had three children, Gale, Connie and Kenneth, and later raised the son named Ricky of his favorite sister, Francis Huffman. The Huffmans moved to Seffner, Florida in 1981 for retirement. Melvin was a Mason, later became a Shriner, and was very active in the St. Louis and Tampa Shrine groups. He and his wife, Jean, were regular volunteers in the burns' unit at the Shriners Hospital in Tampa. In 1993 Melvin was diagnosed with lung cancer and completed extensive radiation therapy. He had not had sufficient breath support to have his lung removed. He was in remission until 1996 when his cancer returned as Leukemia. He died at 70 years old in 1996 and was buried at Florida National Cemetery. Mr. Huffman had a reputation as a skilled woodworker and finish carpenter. His many interests and hobbies included boating, raising fish, photography, building clocks and woodworking.
Kristin Dahl:
Great aunt Ruth Skari - Ruthie was my grandmother's sister, and when the two were widowed they shared a home above the funeral home that Ruth owned. I grew up in Iowa visiting Baldwin frequently and considered that my second home. It was not unusual for me to go downstairs to the funeral home parlors and help Ruthie 'say goodnight' and close the caskets in each parlor for the night, turning off the lights. We would also make food runs with Ruthie, delivering bags of food for those who had hard times, or were ill, infirm, or couldn't get to town.
Kathy Pinna:
Stella Kathleen (Sullivan) Rademacher was born on March 30th, 1917 in Niagara Falls, New York to Ellis Bartholomew Sullivan (1893 - 1986) and Margarete Marcklinger (1893 - 1978) and she had a brother, John J. Sullivan (1922 - 1997).
Stella K. Sullivan married John Henry Rademacher Sr (1911 - 1986) and they had one daughter and one son.
Janet Davis:
I'm Sena's Granddaughter - I'm thrilled to have finally found her! - My Name is Janet Davis (maiden name Parker) I only met Sena once, back in 1961 when I was just a year old. My mother (Deanna Parker) and my father (Gerald Wilson Parker) travelled all the way to West Virginia from California to visit and to introduce me to the family. We stayed for the summer and then later returned to California. My Mother use to tell me that my grandma White just adored me, and she fed me fresh milk straight from the cows on their farm. I never had the opportunity to return, due to my mom and dad's divorce. However, I never forgot the stories my mother would tell of our adventures driving cross country and the fun we had while visiting family.
I also remember my uncle Eugene, He was my favorite uncle! I read that he passed away back in 2007, as did my father, Gerald. I hope that some of my family on my father's side will see this and smile knowing that I "remember" Sena and wish that I had been able to get to know her better.
Wendy Geib-Reitz:
Daniel"Bud" Geib ( My Father) - One time I went to the parts store with My Father I was six years old . The cashier lady asked if he was my grandpa and if I was having fun and I said " NOPE THATS MY DAD AND YES IM HAVING FUN IM WITH MY DAD." I didn't realize at six that my dad looked as if he was my grandpa he always looked like my Dad! I love him and miss him dearly .
Darlene Turner:
Trying to find my friend Annie - I am really hoping that this is not Annie's page. Deanna Fowler with a friend of mine in Portland Oregon. If this is that Annie and her mother of her sister sees this please let me know confirm it was her. I'm hoping it's not I'm hoping my auntie is still alive
Darlene
