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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2015 0:18:54 GMT
My great uncle was born in 1904. I only met him a few times. My great aunt was born in 1906. My grandpa was born in 1915 and my grandma was born in 1919. That is as far back as I can go.
My dad can go back to at least 1876. His grandma was born then.
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Post by lucyg on Apr 16, 2015 0:20:49 GMT
I just barely remember my great-grandmother who was born in 1875 and died in 1958. My other great-grandmother who was born the same year died a year or two earlier and I just don't remember her. But they were lifelong friends and had been in each other's weddings. Then their kids grew up and got married to each other. My grandfather was born in 1897 and I knew him well ... he lived until 1983. The rest of my grandparents were born after the turn of the century. ETA when I was a kid, I thought it was very cool to know someone born in the 19th century. But then I was a history geek, even back then. I also knew other elderly people who must have been born in the 19th century, both family and family friends, when I was a kid. But these are the ones I knew the best and know exactly when they were born.
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Post by ktdoesntscrap on Apr 16, 2015 0:25:00 GMT
My paternal grandmother was born in 1890, I have a photo with her when I was very small, I don't have any memories of her.
My maternal grandmother was born in 1900 and died in 1976 I have very clear memories of her.
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Post by Mystie on Apr 16, 2015 0:30:16 GMT
These are all so interesting to read. I think Nylene wins so far--she can go back to the 1860s!
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Post by Dori~Mama~Bear on Apr 16, 2015 0:36:05 GMT
My great grandmother was 93 when she died in March of 1990. My oldest daughter was born on her 92 birthday (Feb 28, 89) They spent their birthday together my daughter first birthday and my Great grandmothers 93 which would be her last. She dies 12 days later. So if I did the math correctly she was born in 1897. My Great grandmother was a great person. I remember going to her house when I was a kid and going outside in her back yard. I don't remember what we did in the yard but I remember it was a sloped yard with lots of trees. She had a basement that nobody went down there. she had a second story to her house that nobody went up there. Their bedroom was on the other side of the bathroom (you had to walk through the bathroom to get to their bedroom) they had a large room they never used. It had really nice french doors that was always closed. you could see the nice furniture through the doors but you didn't think about going in there. They had a little sofa (big enough for 2 people to sit on) in the corner of the one room we were allowed in. It had a large dining table in the middle of the room and that is where we did all of our visiting. after she passed I went to her house with my grandma (her daughter) and that was the first time I went down into the basement and into the room on the other side of the french doors and up the stairs to the second floor. I asked grandma why nobody went in those rooms and she told me because it was a very large house and great grandma didn't have the money to pay to heat it in the cold weather nor did they have money to cool it in the hot weather so they lived in the dining room, kitchen and their bedroom. To me that would be sad. but that is what they did back in the day. That is all my great grandma knew. to shut up the room that weren't needed to save money. She did have them cleaned 2 times a year. the furniture was almost perfect when they cleaned out the house after great grandma past away. She had 4 children. Her husband passed away (not sure when) but when the 4 kids were grown or almost grown she met and married the great grandpa that I knew. He was 16 years younger than she was. They had 4 more kids. My grandma was having babies at the same time my great grandma was. I will always remember my great grandmother she was a wonderful person. always warm and full of hugs. and she loved her pugs. always had one always named them sissy. not sure why.
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Post by stampinbetsy on Apr 16, 2015 0:40:15 GMT
My great grandmother was born in 1883. I was 12 when she died at 101.
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Post by moosedogtoo on Apr 16, 2015 1:25:45 GMT
My dad's dad was born in 1895 and died about a month after I graduated from high school in 1991. My mom's grandma was born in 1881 and died in 1983. I was only ten when she died, but I have very clear memories of her and her house in upstate New York. Such a great place.
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Post by ~KellyAnn~ on Apr 16, 2015 1:28:11 GMT
I knew my maternal great grandmother (b.1898) and great grandfather (b.1891). I have a five generation photo taken with my great grandfather, grandmother, mom, my ds, who was three months old, and I. Just two months later, my great grandfather died at the age of 99.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2015 1:31:09 GMT
My grandfather was born in 1886. He died when I was 9. His wife, my grandmother, was born in 1902 and died when she was 100 years old.
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Post by femalebusiness on Apr 16, 2015 1:36:22 GMT
My great grandmother was born 1862 in Sweden. I have a picture of me with her when I was about two years old.
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Post by Linda on Apr 16, 2015 1:44:37 GMT
My grandfather was born in 1891 - he died when I was almost 8 (1978).
My great-Aunt was born in 1894 - she died on my 12th birthday (1982)
The oldest person I actually know who is still living is my Grandmum-in-law who recently turned 98
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Post by ntsf on Apr 16, 2015 1:52:14 GMT
I knew my great aunts...born in 1884, 1886, their brothers my grandfather--1892, his brother 1890.. and their cousins of the same age. one of the great aunts lived to 104...and I was about 30 when she died.
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Post by peasapie on Apr 16, 2015 1:54:04 GMT
My gramma was born 1896 and emigrated from Italy when she was 16. She lived to be 98 and long enough to attend my wedding. My oldest son was a few weeks old when she passed. Imagine all the things they saw during that time.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2015 1:55:01 GMT
My grandpa who was born in 1905. He lived to be 98.
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Post by MorellisCupcake on Apr 16, 2015 1:59:09 GMT
That would be my great-grandmother.. she died in 1977 when she was 86, so I guess she was born around 1891? I was 7 when she died and I still remember going to visit her.. she lived in an apartment attached to my grandparent's house.
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Post by IAmUnoriginal on Apr 16, 2015 2:06:15 GMT
My Great-great Uncle Olger was born in 1897 and died in 1987, just a few months after my 13th birthday. Olger was my great-grandpa's older brother. .He babysat me at least one afternoon a week from the time I was out of diapers until he was put in the nursing home when I was about 10. Then, our weekly visits were shorter and took place at the home, but they never stopped until he died. My great-grandpa suffered from Alzheimer's and died just before I turned 6. I knew him, too, but my memories are more foggy since he went into the nursing home when I was 4.5. I do remember sitting on one knee, while my cousin sat in the other while Grandpa fed us spoonfuls of butter while Great Grandma Hilda fussed at him for it. Uncle Olger taught us (my cousin, a year younger than me, joined in once she was big enough, too) about our Norwegian heritage, told us great stories about growing up with my great-grandpa, what our grandma and our dads were really like as kids and about his own time serving in WW I.
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Post by melanell on Apr 16, 2015 2:22:04 GMT
My one great-grandmother was born in 1899. And another great-grandmother was born in 1897.
They would be the earliest born people I can recall knowing well.
I had an aunt born in 1909 that I knew well. My one grandmother was born in 1910.
My oldest currently living relative was born in 1918.
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Post by georgiapea on Apr 16, 2015 2:32:30 GMT
Well, my mother's parents would have been of course, but I don't know their birthdates. My father's parents would have been older but I never met them. They were deceased before I was born. My father was born in 1891 and my mother in 1899.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2015 2:42:13 GMT
My Great-Grandparents were born in 1886 and 1887. (I've shared some of these before...but they fit here)
My Great-Grandmother was born in 1887 and this is one of the oldest photos I have. My Great-Grandmother is the youngest girl in this photo.
Here's their wedding - circa 1910 (the log cabin mom and dad are on the right...the single woman is my Great-Grandfather's mother)
Here's my Great-Grandmother holding my Grandmother...circa about 1913 or 1914
Here is my Great-Grandmother and Grandmother sharing a book...date unknown but I'm guessing it's before my Grandmother went to college.
The last photo I have of my Great-Grandparents...she died in 1980 and him in 1983
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Post by lucyg on Apr 16, 2015 2:48:24 GMT
Love your photos, @gajenny!
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Post by AngieandSnoopy on Apr 16, 2015 2:55:55 GMT
I'm sure I've known some that MIGHT have been born sooner but don't know birth year's of everyone! I had to check my relatives on Find a Grave.com because I didn't know which great-grandparent was born first. Grandma Dollie, the one I knew the longest and lived to be 97 1/2 was NOT the oldest. Until I checked a few minutes ago, I didn't realize Dollie was born 6 years and ONE day after my Grandma Lizzie. Lizzie was born in 1872, Dollie in 1878, Minnie in 1882, I knew all 3 but the one great-grandmother that I AND my father never met was born in 1862. Mary died before her children grew up and I actually did NOT even know her name until a few years ago. I just knew that Grandma Emma's mother died before she grew up. The one great-grandfather that I met died just before I was a year old. Even though I was great-grandchild number 3, I was the only one that he really knew, the first two lived in California. He was also born in 1878, a few months older than my great-grandmother. Lizzie, don't known when these pictures were taken, my cousin shared them recently, I only had one picture of her up until then. Just a few months ago, we found out another cousin had a picture of her and her husband (my great-grandfather) from the late 20's or early 30's, he died in 1933. Lizzie, born in 1872. Three pictures of Dollie, all probably taken in the late 1800's, the middle one was a tin type that I copied years ago, she didn't remember how old she was in this picture. She is the one that scratched a ring on her finger in the picture... Both born in 1878, Dollie & Daniel, the great-grandfather that died just before my first birthday. They were sharecroppers and never owned a home until they retired. They were so happy to finally have a home that was theirs. It just about "killed" my great-grandmother when she had to permanently leave it when she was in her early 90's.
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Post by oaksong on Apr 16, 2015 3:04:47 GMT
My great-grandmother was born in 1872 and died when I was 10. I remember her well. Her father moved his grown children and his 3rd wife, her young mother, to homestead on the prairie. She was the first non-Native American child born in the area. I can't imagine what a hard life it must have been, and how many changes occurred during her lifetime.
When I was a child, I remember seeing a man on Johnny Carson who had been born into slavery in 1864. To think that someone who had been a slave was alive during my lifetime is incredible. We are not that far removed from our past when you start connecting it through a few short generations.
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Post by Karene on Apr 16, 2015 3:08:56 GMT
The oldest two that I knew were my grandfather, born in 1893. He lived to be 94 years old and I was married and just had my oldest son a few months before my grandfather died. The other was my grandmother's sister, born in 1894. My grandmother was born in 1900. Here is a photo of my grandfather in 1893 as a 6 month old.
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Post by shelby on Apr 16, 2015 3:23:10 GMT
My fathers mother was born in 1887 and died in 1961.His father was born in 1881 but he died when my father was a young child. My mothers father was born in 1850 and her mother was born in 1890. Even though there was 40 years between them in age they died two weeks apart when I was four. My mothers grandparents were born in 1869. They were both 15 years younger than their son-in-law. They died in 1941 and 1960.
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Post by AussieMeg on Apr 16, 2015 4:33:37 GMT
My Great-Grandmother was born in 1887 and this is one of the oldest photos I have. My Great-Grandmother is the youngest girl in this photo.
What an amazing photo Jenny!! I realise that the house in the photo would not still be standing, but I'd love to see the same site as it is today. Do you know where it was taken?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2015 4:36:34 GMT
My Great-Grandmother was born in 1887 and this is one of the oldest photos I have. My Great-Grandmother is the youngest girl in this photo.
What an amazing photo Jenny!! I realise that the house in the photo would not still be standing, but I'd love to see the same site as it is today. Do you know where it was taken? The Colorado plains. I'd have to get my genealogy notebook out and do some digging to get anything more specific.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2015 4:46:02 GMT
My Great-Grandmother was born in 1887 and this is one of the oldest photos I have. My Great-Grandmother is the youngest girl in this photo.
What an amazing photo Jenny!! I realise that the house in the photo would not still be standing, but I'd love to see the same site as it is today. Do you know where it was taken? Okay...more without having to dig. I have a photo from the schoolhouse that my Grandmother and both of her parents attended. Fremont School District #6
Not sure if it's in Florence, CO or Arvada, CO...but my Grandmother graduated from Arvada High School in May, 1930.
(just found a document...that my Grandmother wrote in 2006...I have several "stories" she documented...her school is one of them)
My First School
Where we lived in Colorado, all schools had a name and a district number. The name of my first school was Fremont and it was district no. 6. This should indicate to my readers that this was truly a rural school.
The building was a two-room structure – the Little Room, housed grades one through four and those in the Big Room were pupils in grade five through grade eight. By the way, both my parents attended this same school in the same building in the 1890s.
I don’t remember my first day of school or who went with me, if anyone did accompany me.
On the Tuesday after Labor Day in 1919 I walked the 3/4 mile from our house to the schoolhouse joining other neighbor children along the way. I am assuming that my mother went with me along a country unpaved road. Counting the houses on both sides of the road we passed five before reaching the school yard. Since this was a farming area, naturally houses were some distance apart.
As we approached the school house a fence was encountered – barbed wires fastened to posts. Right in the center of this fence, which I would judge was at least two long city blocks in length, was a stile – four wooden steps up and then four wooden steps down on the other side. No doubt we went to the Little Room and I was enrolled in the First Grade. Some of my cousins who lived in a nearby city went to a kindergarten class before they entered first grade.
I have a vivid memory of my first teacher, Miss Bond. I thought the world of her. A typical day at school started when the teacher rang a handbell at 9:00 A.M. The Big Room bell had a different sound from the Little Room bell – the difference being size. All the pupils went to the door of their respective rooms and formed a line, single file, and upon command each of us turned to face the flag on a pole in front of the building and repeated the Pledge of Allegiance then marched into our room and stood by our assigned desks. In unison the Lord’s Prayer was repeated.
Recess came at mid-morning; this was a 15 minute romp in the school yard. Games like tag, jump rope, ball, marbles were played and there were swings, teeter-totters, and rings on which to play.
Lunch was an hour at noon. Everyone carried a lunch box of some sort. I remember mine was a Union tobacco box made of metal that had a tight fitting lid – just the right size for a school lunch. It was discarded by one of my uncles. We sat on the grassy spots in the shade of a very large Cottonwood tree to eat lunch. During nice weather it was a picnic every day. On rainy and cold days we ate lunch at our desks and then went out to play. There was a mid-afternoon recess time and school was dismissed at 4:00 P.M. Then it was over the stile again and we all walked home. I was required to be home by a certain time so there was no loitering along the way.
I spent three years in the Little Room. The big moment had come – I passed from the fourth grade to the fifth grade and now I was in the Big Room. It was about this time that the fence and stile were removed – I was sad about this because I loved to come across the stile.
My education moved along uneventfully. The out-of-school activities were piano lessons and Camp Fire Girls. In May 1926 two other students and I graduated from the eighth grade. Usually there were five to seven members in each grade.
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Post by scrappymum on Apr 16, 2015 5:21:52 GMT
I have memories from several of my Great Grandparents. Some died before I was born. The only one I don't have a memory of (that I did met, but too young to remember) was a G Grandmother, born in 1885, died 1962....I was 18months old. The others though, I do remember. GGM born 1882, died 1967, GGF born 1883, died 1974, GGM born 1895, died 1981 and GGF born 1895, died 1973. I was 20years old when the last of my Great Grandparents died.
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Post by SuPeaNatural on Apr 16, 2015 5:25:53 GMT
My paternal grandfather was born in 1883 and died in 1960. He lived only a mile away and I have quite a lot of memories of him.
My maternal Nana was born in 1898 and died when I was 20. Her mother was born in 1873, and died in 1960, 5 weeks before my 7th birthday. I still remember sitting on great Nana's lap and she told me stories.
Nan lived only 4 houses away so we saw her and her siblings a lot. Some I saw more often than others, but I remember them all. Aunty Nance (b 1895); Uncle George (b 1896); Nan (b 1989). The rest were early 1900's - Uncle Reg (1902); Aunty Dulce (1905); Aunty Marj (1907); Aunty Dawn (1909); Aunty Betty (1911); Uncle Ray (1913) and Uncle Bill (1915).
Aunty Betty was the last of the generation - she died in 2011, aged 99 and 8 months.
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Post by joylynaroundthebnd on Apr 16, 2015 6:15:35 GMT
The oldest would be my maternal great grandfather. He was born in 1892 and died in 1972. Next would be my paternal great grandmother she was born in 1895 and died in 1978. Maternal great grandmother was born 1898 and died in 1980. DH's maternal great grandmother was born in 1899 and died in 1987.
From the age of 3 to the age of 9, we visited my maternal great grandparents weekly. I loved going to see them.
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