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Lizzy Canedy:
This is a portrait of my great-grandmother Eva Alice Canedy (nee Call). She was William Floyd Canedy's mother. I don't know much about her as my grandfather didn't know much either but she's a lovely looking woman who died far too young.
I was lucky enough to this photo negative, which itself was a copy made of the daguerreotype in the 1980s, in my family's collection. Even luckier to have a transparent media adapter attachment of a flatbed scanner. This is perhaps the first time this photo has been viewed in almost 40 years, and I'm happy to get to share it with the world.
Lizzy Canedy:
tagged Eva Alice (Call) Canedy in this photo.
Mary Neeley:
"Where have all the flowers gone? The most BEAUTIFUL flowers in the garden are always picked first. Death leaves a heartache no one can heal. Love is a memory no one can steal. You were the GREATEST singer/songwriter of the 21st century. Others will come and go but no one will EVER have your style. Rest in peace, Dear Amy Jade Winehouse. You have touched so many."
Mary Neeley:
Part of her legacy destroyed. - When the posthumous LP, "Lioness" was released, it was not well received by critics. Therefore, Universal records UK CEO decided to destroy all remaining demo tapes they had of Amy. He felt it was "a moral thing". Now, no one will ever be able to hear those parts of her music history.
Frank X Aceves Jr:
Gus was my maternal grandfather. I am Frankie Jr. I was nine when he passed away. His daughter, Melba Joan Aceves, was my mother and she went to be with the Lord on 9/4/2018. I remember meeting my grandfather a few times when our family drove to Florida from California. Sadly, I don't remember much. I do remember my mother cried a lot when he died. As his grandson, I am 64 years old, and I am in ill health with stage IV metastatic pancreatic cancer undergoing targeted immunotherapy. I am in Danville, California. I am writing this just to provide a little family info for any family or friends who might be interested. Gus' great grandchildren, my children, are Christopher Andrew Aceves and Sofia Colleen Aceves. Christopher moved to NYC in March of 2021 to pursue his career in musical theatre and Sofia graduated from UCSB in June of 2023. She currently works in my business as a marketing coordinator. I am a financial advisor with my own private practice.
I wish I got to know my grandfather better. I have many photos of him and I have the folded flag from his military funeral. May he rest in eternal peace.
Jennifer (Hutton) Goertler:
She was my grandma Trudie's big sister. Always referred to as "Kate". After their mother died, my grandma, as a teenager, lived with her and husband at the time, Lawrence Slonaker, in McMechen, WV. She had some psychological issues, and I know she spent a lot of time in facilities for those issues. Her and Lawrence were divorced, and the trail ran cold for information regarding her life after that.
Kelly Rusinack:
Frances was my next door neighbor for 11 years - In 1972, when I was 7 years old, my parents bought the house next door to Frances and Mary. We got to know them as my parents would look after some of their chores and do some errands for them. Frances was always so nice to us! Now that I'm an adult, I wish I had gotten a chance to get to know her on a more personal level. As a kid, I appreciated her stories (I was a future historian, I loved listening to older people's tales), but I had too much energy to sit still for too long. Frances was a saint for caring for Mary the rest of her life. I know we felt that, even as kids. I hope she knew that our family truly cared about them. This is going to sound absolutely silly, but in the 1970s' UFO & Big Foot scares, I had plans that, if anything happened in our neighborhood, first we'd go save Frances and Mary, and take them along with us as we escaped. They were part of our "zombie apocalypse" plans. Somewhere in my brain, I still have those plans to save the Valosiches in case of alien invasion.
Linnea Wells Cashmore:
Memories of my Dad, Delbert Martin Riepe. - My Dad had a hard life likely all of his life, though I don't know a lot of his childhood years. I do know that he always wanted to be a farmer, which Dad pursued for many years though true success at it eluded him. He loved his wife and children and always brought his paycheck home for us. He was a quiet person most of the time, but loved to chat, joke and laugh in social situations with extended family and friends. My cousin Steve once confided that Dad was his favorite uncle because of his entertaining sense of humor. Also, Dad loved to tease Mom and get her to laugh, which all of us kids enjoyed. When my Dad got cleaned up with the help of Brylcreem and Old Spice shaving lotion, and dressed up in his best clothes I always thought he was so handsome, resembling Ronald Reagan. Those occasions were rare because he worked from sun-up until past sun-down, coming home exhausted. I don't think Dad got the full respect he should have gotten from we three kids while we lived at home, in part due to the hold that alcohol had on him which sometimes caused problems at home between him and Mom. I'm sure our neglect must have hurt him. Dad stuck with all of us, and I'm very grateful for that, especially since Mom loved and really needed his help once her early-onset Alzheimer's Disease showed up. When Dad and I parted in 1975, we didn't know we'd never see one another again in this life, but that's what happened. He's living in Heaven with Mom.
Mary Cooley:
He was my brother - Bill was surprisingly tall (our parents were short but uncles on both sides were tall). Bill was funny, even during the just-shy-of-5yrs period during which he dealt with the effects of leukemia and it's difficult treatments. During one of Bill's numerous hospitalizations, he'd has us rig a clear bag with water/fish to hang with his intravenous bags causing his medical team to do a doubletake.
Louise Holliday:
Kind of peculiar about germs - My kids were lucky that they were able to meet their great grandparents
I say that she was odd about germs I mean I think she had a phobia. If you stepped on a bug shed make you wash the sole of the shoe and if she had her way, when the dogs kicked a dish she'd want to throw it away.