My Two Halves

The prompt for today is:

Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Go back three generations and tell us about where your family lived.

However, as of now, my detailed knowledge of three generations back is rather limited, I thought I’d talk about my “other half,” my dad’s side of the family.

Grandma and Grandpa on their wedding day, August 1931

Grandma and Grandpa on their wedding day, August 1931

Though my maternal grandmother died before I was a year old, I was lucky enough to have my paternal grandmother, Mary Ruth McPheeters Marler, well into my adult life. I remember sitting around the table listening to the stories she told. Though I enjoyed them for the first half hour or so, admittedly, as a child, I was often anxious to go outside and see what mischief I could get into on the farm with my cousins–bothering cows, chasing chickens, wading in the pond, exploring the acreage, visiting “haunted” abandoned houses.

And so, today I regret that I didn’t pay closer attention. She told wonderful stories of the mischief my uncles and aunts got into, about her ancestors, about the challenges of being newly married and raising six children during the depression. Fortunately, my uncles and aunts have carried on her tradition and share those same stories with us at family reunions today.

What I do know of my dad’s side I’ve gathered not only from memories of these stories, but also from Here’s a snapshot of the family tree I’m working on, but still have lots of work to do:

Family Tree large

As you can see, I have a lot of work to do. As you may already know, my maternal grandparents emigrated from Japan. On my father’s side, the immigrants come from England, Scotland and Ireland, though it’s more than three generations back, and I haven’t yet found documentation.

I’m grateful for the blend of cultures in my family. I learned such diversity, not only in my cultural background, but in my religious background. My mother is Buddhist and my father is Southern Baptist.

I think this is why I am so interested in what makes each of us different. To me, our differences are far more interesting than our similarities.


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3 Responses to My Two Halves

  1. Pingback: #NaBloPoMo Day 3: Searching for Treasures | The Red Kimono

  2. Will says:

    We are cousins and would love to get in contact with you. We are related through your grandmother McPheeters

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