By SUE SEIBERT
Last week I mentioned some things about preserving family history. One of the things I asked people to do to remember their family is to come up with anecdotes about their grandparents. These would be stories through which a person's grandchildren could better understand their great-great-grandparents. Be honest in the stories. After all it was a long time ago!
I thought I would share with you four descriptions of my grandparents. Perhaps this will give you some insight into my own personality.
My father's father was a German immigrant who sailed to the United States in 1888, fleeing the mandatory inscription into the military. He arrived in New York City at the age of 16 and worked in a saloon for 10 years while he learned some English and became a citizen of this country. He then traveled to the Texas Panhandle where he joined his two brothers, becoming a rancher in Wheeler County.
My father‚Äôs mother was of Scots-Irish descent. Her family was in the United States before the Revolution, and they migrated from Virginia to Missouri where they set up a homestead. Grandmother had sixteen brothers and sisters, with only one set of twins, and all these children lived to be grown. Grandmother was a widow when she married Granddad. Her first husband had died shortly after they married.
Grandmother and granddad had eight children.
My mother's mother was the daughter of a man who was a member of the Peter's Colony and a Texas Ranger during the Indian Wars. She was born in Jacksboro and had one sister and four brothers. She had two children, my mother and a son who died shortly after birth because her milk was bad, so the story went. To say that she was a few bricks shy of a load is an understatement. She enjoyed electric shock treatments and, in the end, she took an overdose of medication she had saved up and killed herself.