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Sounds – 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History
Aside music, which I will get into, the sounds I remember the most are water running near where we were camping, and Great Grandma singing while she cleaned, cooked, or knit. In Great Grandma’s car, we listened to Simon and Garfunkle or Charley Pride. Great Grandma had real records (LP’s and 78′s.) I remember the album cover opened and we’d sing Primary song’s from church together. (The lyrics were printed.)
Music has always been a very big part of my life. Great Grandma taught me Jesus Loves Me before I could talk. Her favorite song, that she sang all the time was In The Garden..
I am a product of a 60′s teenager. My mother was 17 when I was born. And divorcing. My mother is a Hippie. My young life, with my mother, was filled with 60′s and 70′s Rock ‘n Roll. Country Music was forbidden. I didn’t know who Elvis was until he died and I heard his name on the news.
When I was a teenager, in high school, I started going to Youth Dances and had my big introduction to a larger array of music genres. It was the 1980′s.. where music was perfect!
It was still uncool in the 80′s to like Country Music if you were under the age of 50. But I loved it. Almost all of it. Modern Country Music.
Alabama, Reba McEntire, Randy Travis, Tanya Tucker, Kathy Mattea, Keith Whitley, Dwight Yoakam, The Judds, Steve Wariner.. I was a dancer.. I liked it all..
At the same time, I was a serious study nerd and I loved New Wave Music. I wore penny loafers! I wore dress shirts with pink ties.
As we move into the 80′s and 90′s, we have Martika, Wilson Phillips, Richard Marx, Madonna, Men at Work, Duran Duran, Eurythmics, Thompson Twins, Depeche Mode, Oingo Boingo, Culture Club, Madness, and more..
I’m lucky, today, to still hear a lot of this music. It cycles back through the generation of my children. Its on their Ipods and mp3 players. Their likes are diverse and for that, I couldn’t have asked for more with music and dance.
I received this email, on the old familyhugz blog (blogger) and I can’t seem to get to it, to reply.. (oh please forgive the formatting.. *sigh*)
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How fascinating to know more of Berniece’s family history. I know she was really close to my great grandma Peterson (Wilma Hunter.)
I was just thinking, the other day.. my great grandma always said “Aunt Berneice and Uncle Lyman” were “visiting from Back East.” I never questioned where “back east” was.. but I know I thought it was New Hampshire, Connecticut, Vermont, or New York..
Just recently, it dawned on me that I’m “from the west,” and “back-east” was probably Utah.
I wish you well in your research, Daniel Carde, and I hope you find the new home of FamilyHugz, too.
Through most of my childhood, my aunt Donmara lived in Missouri. In the early 1980′s, she moved back to San Diego. She and I spent a lot of time together. We were very close. I had just graduated, from High School, when she passed away.
June 1987 was a month of great change, in my life.
I graduated High School. My boyfriend dumped me. My bird was found, belly-up, in the bottom of his cage. My cat, my prop, in my Senior photos, had to be put to sleep. I met my dad, for the first time. And Donmara died.
If this was how my adult life was supposed to start.. it hit me all at once.
My little cousins, Tracy, Brandi, and Erin, were born back-to-back, from March 1984 to October 1985. In 18 short months, we had three sweet new babies.
I was born in between generations. Just as I was reaching adulthood, my first cousins were being born. My youngest first cousin, second removed (my mother’s cousin) is two years younger than I. Ironically, I have a brother, who is younger than my eldest daughter. Its the way my family rolls. All mixed up.
After Donmara passed away, the only interaction that I had with Erin, was in photographs, as David and Erin would visit my grandparents.
When our grandmother, our family glue, passed away, we all drifted into our own worlds.. Now I live on the East Coast, and the family is spread around the country.
Now, thanks to social media.. in this case, MySpace, I can communicate with Erin, again. It puts MySpace up there with FaceBook, in my love-hate relationship. Out of so much, of the negative, there comes great joy, too.
Donmara Lee Fry was born 28 July 1954 and died 22 Jun 1987
married James C Moore 13 October 1973 (widowed)
married Daniel Lawson Summers Dec 1983 (Divorced 4/12/1984)
married David Bradley
daughter: Erin Janeen Bradley born October 1985
Donmara is buried at Greenwood Memorial Cemetery, in San Diego, California.
I was flipping through the recent Deseret Book catalog, that arrived yesterday..
and the name, John Rowe Moyle caught my attention.
My Great Grandmother’s sister, Berniece was married to a Moyle. I used to sit and visit with Berniece and Lyman, when they were in California, to visit my Grandma.
I’ve been to Alpine to see the Moyle Fort.
I had only read about it, before this visit, in my book Alpine Yesterdays. I had listened to my great grandmother tell stories about the Moyle family.
Curious to the family pedigree connection, I popped onto Family Search.
Now, I’m confused, enough, that I’m here to map out what I’ve found.. *smile*
Lyman Moyle’s Father is Joseph Edward Moyle
Joseph’s father is John Rowe Moyle
You may know John Rowe Moyle, more, from this:
Arriving in Alpine, Utah in 1852, Thomas Fields Carlisle, born 10 April 1823, is my great great great great maternal grandfather. (my great grandmother’s (born 10 April 1912, on his birthday, ironically) maternal great grandfather)
Arriving in Alpine, Utah in 1855, Richard Carlisle, born 16 April 1798, is Thomas Carlisle’s father.
John Rowe Mowle, born 22 Feb 1808, is the grandfather of my great grandmother’s brother-in-law, Lyman. I spent many afternoon’s with my great great Aunt Berniece and Uncle Lyman.
R T Booth, (recorder and later mentioned as Treasurer and Director) is Richard Thornton Booth, born 13 August 1831, father of Martha Hannah Booth, my great grandmother’s paternal grandmother.
5 Feb 1945 – 28 Mar 1971
Panel 4 West, Row 89
Hostile, Killed, Vietnam
Father: George Roger Price
Mother: Hazel Hunter
My Relation: First Cousin, Twice Removed
(which means first cousin of my grandmother)
I never met Terry.
I was not even two years old when he was killed in Vietnam, during his third tour of duty.
I asked my great grandmother, one day, “Why, in all our family history, did no one ever serve in any wars?”
Grandma took me to a little box and introduced me to Terry.
I have a newspaper article about him. He always volunteered to go back to Vietnam. He felt that as a single man, he would keep a husband and father back at home, where he could better serve his life. Terry always went back to Vietnam with bags of candy for all the children there.
I have often thought of Terry as I look at my own life and children. He was never married. He never had the privilege of being a parent of his own children. But, today, I think, that he made those children in Vietnam his own children and if he did spare a child the loss of their father, by going for him, then he holds those blessings, too.
As much as I’ve compared my life to Terry, Terry was actually a few months older than my father. Ironic that they are so close in age, since Terry is a first cousin to my grandmother.
I have always had this deep connection to the Vietnam War. I was never sure why I had this connection. I seemed to be born at a time of great strife in America. My great grandmother lost a son, a nephew, and a husband in a very short time, during my very young life.
I have a deep “music is life” connection to all types of music. I, however, find it very difficult and full of personal anxiety to listen to the music that has been dubbed “Vietnam era”. You know the songs they play in the Vietnam movies… they depress me in a great way.
I have seen many war movies and documentaries surrounding many wars of our past and present. None of them depress me in the same great way as those surrounding Vietnam.
What a terrible tragedy, this thing we call WAR.
There was a documentary on television, yesterday. Thirty years since these men returned home, hated, and they still can not sleep at night. They still live on pharmaceutical drugs that are so obviously not working for them. They still do not communicate with their families. Part of them is eternally left back in a place that most were forced to go to.
I often think that the lucky ones are on that wall.
As an American, I am so thoroughly disgusted at the disgrace given to these brave heroes who came home hated. How could anyone have spit in the face of anyone who was sent to do a job that they didn’t even volunteer to do? Yes, some did. Most did not, however.
As far as Iraq and Afghanistan are concerned, today, there is no draft in process in America and it is a completely different circumstance, whether right or wrong.