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A painting I inherited from my Dad. I believe this is Frederica Augusta Inniss Murrell
Bit by bit. Piece by piece. I've been going through pictures, letters and other memorabilia I inherited from my father. I've also been doing some great work with my therapist regarding processing my feelings. My takeaway for the week has been that I can love and be mad at my dad at the same time. Mad feels like too strong of a word. I'm annoyed but my heart has already forgiven him. Yes, my dad knew how much I loved family history and yet all these treasures he kept to himself. The conversations we could have had about this stuff. Sigh. It wasn't meant to be. 
Grief is a process of unraveling. Layer by layer, I'm on a path of discovery. I've been reading some letters written by father when he was a young man. This was a much more optimistic time in his life. To see his words on paper expressing feelings of joy and youthful optimism has been a revelation. Anyway, enough of my r…

Photos--Barbados Relatives: Part Two

If you missed Part One, check out this link:  Photos --Barbados Relatives
 Norma, Ruth, Jean?
This photo I believe features Rupert's wife in the center. Not sure though and unfortunately, I don't know her name. The woman in the background on the left might be my grandfather's mother. This is just a guess though. My grandfather had two sisters perhaps this could be one of them. 
Rupert Murrell's family

The photos I posted the other day appear to be the house where my grandfather Harold Murrell Sr. grew up and his brother Rupert's family. From what my father told me, Rupert's kids names were Ruth, Norma, Jean, Lillian, Winston and Tommy.  I met Ruth, Lillian and Winston back in 1998 on a trip to Barbados

Photos - Barbados Relatives

"Dad must have forgotten he had these." That's what I said to myself as I sat on the couch at my parents house looking through a memory box I had purchased as a a gift for him years ago. Among other pictures and what not, was an envelope labeled "Photos -- Barbados Relatives." I remember the disappointment in his voice as he told me the story of how his Barbados family didn't have any pictures to share with him when he met them for the first time. At some point, he must have recalled he had these. Were they photos his father had that he inherited? Or were these indeed pictures they had given him. Anyway, it's interesting how things have a way of turning up when you least expect it.

It's also interesting how the universe has a way of delivering information to you when your inner voice asks questions. After I found these pictures, I wondered what it must have been like for my grandfather growing up in Marley Vale. What was the neighborhood like? Where …

It's My 7th Blogiversary!

Okay I lied. Last Wednesday was my 7th blogiversary. That's two years in a row I forgot about my blogiversary. I'm going to have to set a reminder on my phone for next year. (Smile)

Gosh, I can't believe it's been that long. Thank you to everyone who has followed me on my journey. This year I had all good intentions of keeping up with blogging a couple times a week but life kind of threw me a curve. With my dad passing away at the beginning of the year, there were more pressing matters for me to deal with. 
Writing is important to me though and I have missed it. I'm going to do my best to get back on track and write on a more consistent basis. 

With that all being said, let's see where this genealogy journey leads to this year. 

Unexpected Medicine

I find it kind of fitting that I stumbled upon the ending of the movie Garden State last night. It was a dose of unexpected medicine. I was thinking about my dad while writing another post and bam it just jumped out at me while channel surfing. There's a scene towards the end of the movie when Zach Braff's character has a truly honest conversation with his father. 

This is my life, Dad. This is it. I've spent 26 years waiting for something else to start. So, no, I don't think it's too much to take on, because it's everything there is. I see now it's all there is. You and I are gonna be okay. You know that, right? We may not be as happy as you always dreamed we would be, but for the first time let's just allow ourselves to be whatever it is we are, and that will be better, okay? I think that will be better.

Our relationship was perhaps not as open as I would have liked. Pop was better at communicating with the folks he worked with than with the people he w…

Janice Murrell --My Father's Sister: Part Two

If you missed part one, click here.

Here's today's round of memorabilia for my Aunt Janice. I am still working on organizing all this stuff I inherited. Stuff is all mixed up---pictures, documents, and other paperwork for my grandma and grandpa Murrell and their daughter, Janice.

Yes, the Knickerbocker hospital was a real hospital. It was located at 70 Convent Ave and the corner of west 131st in Harlem. The building still exists but it now houses the M. Moran Weston seniors' residence. You can read more about the Knickerbocker hospital here.

Image courtesy of Google Images. The M. Moran Weston seniors' residence building formerly known as the Knickerbocker Hospital.

Trinity Episcopal Church where Janice was confirmed is located at 698 E 166th St, Bronx, NY

Image courtesy of Google Maps.
Here's the chuch and it's location in relation to the Murrell home, 970 Tinton Ave. 
Image courtesy of Google Maps.

52 Ancestors In 52 Weeks 2018 Edition: #12 Janice Murrell --My Father's Sister

If you are not familiar with the 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Blog Prompt Series hosted by fellow blogger Amy Johnson Crow, please take a moment and check out the link here:

Still playing catch up with these prompts. One day, I hope to get all  caught up. 

Week 14: Maiden Aunt:  Write about one of your maiden aunts from your family tree.

My Aunt Janice was a fun lady. Losing my father earlier this year, has made me reflect on those who passed on before him. I miss the sound of Janice's laughter. When she laughed, she laughed with her whole being. I miss that. I miss those fun times we had together going to the movies or seeing a Broadway show. She was my fun Aunt who worked for NYNEX in one of the original towers of the World Trade Center. I miss eating at a restaurant called The Big Kitchen that was in the basement of the North Tower. My aunt used to take my brother and I there for lunch. It was a fun atmosphere decorated with hug…

Flower Festival 2018

I have been so busy lately, that I've barely had time to keep up with my poor neglected blog. Oh well. It has been the good kind of busy though. (Doing things with the family.) Here's some photos from daughter's last gymnastics competition. She competed in Fishkill, NY at the Flower Festival hosted by Dutchess County Gymnastics on April 14, 2018. We are so proud of our girl and her teammates.

Floor Routine
Beam Routine

Results for the day:
Vault:  8.700 Bars:  8.375 Beam:  8.675 Bars:  9.125 All Around:  34.875

What better way to celebrate the day than with a big cookie!