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I found this letter mixed in with a box of letters written by Manuel Martinez to my Grandma Mabel. Mabel and Manuel were college sweethearts who wrote letters back and forth for over a year after teacher’s college ended. Manuel lived and taught in Antonito, Colorado while my grandma lived and taughtin York, Nebraska. Most of the letters in the box were from Manuel to Mabel but this letter was in my grandma’s handwriting and looks like part of a letter she wrote to Manuel but never mailed. They continued to correspond for another six months so perhaps she received a letter from him before she mailed this and decided not to mail it. I like this letter because it reminds me poetic soul my grandma had. It also give me a glimpse into who she was as a young lady.
Once again I don’t know why I do but I do and I promise myself that this is the last time if I don’t hear from you again for this is the fourth one I’ve written since I’ve heard from you and why should I keep tormenting you. There is, no doubt, a good reason for your silence.
I try to pretend that I have given up hearing from you yet I still ask if there is any mail for me. Sometimes I think the mails must be robbed but I know that you know my York address. I used to think it would be nice to write every so often but it sure is H-E-double agony to be always expecting one and never getting it. I’m not blaming you at all and I know that something is the matter. I have done or said something to offend. (Isn’t it just like me?) Well, whatever it is I know that you are or were very angry (and I don’t blame you) or you have had a change of mind. (at least a partial change, Is it not so? It is.)
You used to write of somethings I couldn’t understand and I didn’t ask ’cause I didn’t want you to know how dumb I really was. Now I don’t care. See. One was – Love without knowledge – Is that what you say? Well whether you do or you don’t anyway – ‘Love without knowledge‘ What does it mean? Is it like a very deep love I have seen – A girl I know, knew and loved a man too and he swore to her that his love was true. She’d ne’er professed hers because people would say ’twas better for her to stay out of his way. Yes, people talked to her, talked, preached and sang; preached of ‘love with knowledge’ until her head rang. They’d tell her the wrong and they’d tell her the right till her very soul knew an endless fight. Her heart or her head – now – which should choose? They kept on in turmoil till she had the blues but was her love false or was it true? That I keep wondering same as you. Why did her heart hurt when he wasn’t glad? When he didn’t smile why should she be sad? Why should she long for a letter a day when her ‘once on a time lover’ was far away? Why does she sit and dream of him yet when it was so easy, she tho’t to forget. (Nix, never) She didn’t make him love her I’m thinkin’ just now but he did make her love him and I can’t tell you how. Now, he has forgotten, Dear Father above pray calm the poor hearts that have known but pure love. Dear Father guard over our hearts in this life and keep us from all earthly turmoil an dstrife. The wintry blasts of earth may come and uproot the flowers of love and to the four winds of the earth throw each tender shoot but even then the severance of fleshly ties unite thought, me thinks, more closely to God for the struggling heart is supported by love until it ceases to sigh over the world and begins to unfold its wings for Heaven above. Our love then is not vainly poured forth even tho’ it meet no return or we think it doesn’t. ”Thru love our natures are elevated and enriched” So comforting but awful hard to ‘carry on’ at times. Oh yes I rave on and on but I promise you —– Gee if you really are trying to forget I mustn’t keep this up. I would be a friend forever but even at that a friend isn’t necessarily a pest. Perhaps a friend should let a person think & not keep bothering. I feel that you are having a good time and I certainly don’t begrudge you anything like that for I have been anything but a cheering friend the last three months. Can’t say I’m having a good time but I guess life is what we make it and I must suffer for my own follies. I hope not forever tho’. But even at that it isn’t necessary for my friends to suffer with me so from this minute I am going to “right bout face” and change the scowling wrinkles on my brow (which you have not seen_ to lines of laughter and am going to pretend I’m gay anyway. ’Laugh it off!” And since I don’t seem to hear from you (whatever the cause)
This is my great great grandmother Tracy’s obituary. I love the last couple sentences here and hope someday people can say this about me.
“To her death had no terrors, and with a strong faith in Him she had served for years she passed away. Mrs. Tracy was an exceptionally kind and loving wife and mother.”
I have recently been moving all of my genealogy pictures to my laptop iphoto program. Over the years I have somehow duplicated many of my pictures and they aren’t really in very good order, nor do they all have good titles, etc… Last summer I made slideshows for the reunion and it was much harder and took much longer than it could have been.
Iphoto has this “face” tagging system that I am trying to make you of. I have sorted all of my picture out by family group and now I am going through deleting duplicates, titling, and tagging each one. As there are over 6,ooo right now I is going to be a long process. But the hope is that when I am done I will be able to easily make slideshows, find pictures for the blog, attach them to ancestry, etc…
The funny thing about tagging family with iphoto is that it tries to guess the person after awhile and the people it chooses are sometimes very funny. I have to look closer to find the resemblance but it usually there. A couple time it even mistook my sister for me and I don’t think we look much alike. It really gets this confused with baby pictures. I think this is a fun aspect of an otherwise tedious chore. Of course I am also able to get more familiar with each picture which is helpful in remembering them later.
Last week I wrote about how important it was to digitize old photos and that is the first step. The next step, also very important, is to sort them and definitely title them! You don’t want some descendant deleting pictures because they have no idea who is in the photo or why you kept it. Just like the importance of writing a description on the back of the picture has always been, so too is it to now title and tag your digital pictures.
Along with my digital picture sorting project I am also integrating jpeg source files. I keep them in a separate event album but Title them to the person they are about so that when I research or write about that person I can use the find feature and not only see all the pictures they are in but also all the source documents I have on them. I have had several relatives ask me for copies of documents and this will make it easier to make CDs for those that want information – Pictures and sources together.
Here is a picture of my Grandpa Leo Gotcher’s class. They lived Omaha, Nebraska and from the ages of the children I think it was probably taken about 1923. My guess is that grandpa is 5th from the left on the front row but could also be 5th from the left on the second row. Actually, I have no idea which one he is I just looked at a picture of him as a young man and tried to find that face in the class picture. If you have a better idea please let me know.
Today I would like to express my thanks to those that digitize and share their old pictures. After my Grandma Gotcher died in 1998, I wondered what was going to happen to all of the old pictures that Grandma had collected and loved so dearly. All of us grandchildren well remember sitting with Grandma while she showed us pictures and told us stories about them.
I am very thankful that my cousin, Anita, took those pictures and scanned them into her computer, organized them and burned CDs for anybody in the family that wanted one. Since then, while visiting my maternal grandfather and also my husband’s grandparents I have spent many hours scanning and digitizing all of the old pictures I could find.
I love that I can link these pictures to my family tree on ancestry.com and that other descendants will find these pictures and love the visual identification. So many times I have received messages from other researchers thanking me because they found one of their direct ancestors on my site with a picture – and they had never seen that person before. I also love finding pictures of ancestors while I am searching online. I recently found a picture of my husband’s great grandparents who we had never seen.
I beseech everyone to please please digitize and share your old pictures. One of saddest things I see are forsaken pictures at flea markets. I am deeply saddened when I think of the boxes of pictures that either get left in attics, sold at auctions, trashed, or even the ones that get taken by one relative never to be seen by anyone else ever again! Share your pictures people! We love to see them.