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My Paternal Grandfather, Harold Murrell--Part one.

Harold O. Murrell
Happy New Year to everyone in the blogosphere! I have decided to start things off by diving into my paternal line. My paternal grandfather was Harold Osmond Murrell (August 16, 1903--October 9, 1996.) What a sweet man. I am blessed to have so many fond memories of him. This picture is from a wallet of his from when he was a young man

The story of grandfather begins back in St Philip, Barbados.  He was one of four children born to a George Murrell, a carpenter, and a Frederica Augusta Inniss. The two daughters Lillian and Edna never married. Rupert, my grandfather's older brother did marry and had a family. There were not many opportunities on the island beyond sugar cane and fishing so my grandfather sought out opportunity elsewhere. Rupert being the oldest took on the responsibility of caring for his sisters and his own family.

A couple of years back, my father told me the story of when my grandfather left the island. My grandfather went down to an area on the …

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!

52 Ancestors In 52 Weeks 2018 Edition: #13 The Old Homestead: 1400 Fisher St.

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:

Week 13:  The Old Homestead:  

This week's theme was to highlight a home where either you or one of your ancestors once resided in. I decided to reshare a post I wrote a few years ago about my great grandparents house, the Bryant family home in Morehead City, NC.

The following section I initially shared back on June 27, 2015

I have visited and been inside the home that belonged to my maternal great grandparents, Frank and Ophelia Bryant. The house is located at 1400 Fisher St in Morehead City, NC. The land was initially purchased by Ophelia's parents Alexander Hamilton Jones and Rosa Mitchell Jones in the early 1900's. Ophelia and Frank married in 1911 and by 1920 were able to build the house they would raise 7 children in. This is that house.

1400 Fishe…

Anna Maria Island 2018 --Part Two


52 Ancestors In 52 Weeks 2018 Edition: #12 Charles Lee Harrison's Misfortune

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:

Let's just say life has been incredibly busy so I am still working on March's prompts. Some day, hopefully soon I'll get caught up. 

Week 12:  Misfortune
There is no family tree that has not has some misfortune. This week, I encourage you to explore some of it. It doesn't have to be a heart-wrenching tragedy. It could be a set-back in business or a missed opportunity. Write about something that didn't go the way your ancestor would have wanted or had planned.

This is the first time I've written about my great grand uncle Charles Lee Harrison. Before I get to his misfortune, I would like to share what I know of his life.

The most reliable evidence of his birth date I believe can be found on his Word War I Draft Registration form on which it li…

Meet Frederica...Maybe

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…