Photo Frenzy


Now that we do not print our photos, what is going to happen to the future genealogists?  This dilemma struck me today.  When technology first changed to digital pictures, people were worried that photos would remain stuck suspended in the users camera forever.  Now, most people take photos with their phone.  What will happen to them?  Do you know where your camera is?  When was the last time you printed photos?

During a recent visit to my sister’s home in Kentucky, I took some photos that our mother had taken out of her photo albums and brought them home to scan.  In doing so, I am able to remember vacations we took or relatives that are no longer here.  I wanted to share some of my favorites with you today.

Girl Power

This is a great picture.  Here is a picture with two of my paternal aunts, my mom, three female cousins as well as my sister and I.  I love this picture because it brings back happy memories of spending Easter with them.  I am not sure if it was every year, but in my memory, each of the families would take turns visiting the other at Easter.  Now, this is no easy feat, their family had five children and ours had four.  In addition, there were over 350 miles that separated us.


Larry and Marge Whitehead 1939

This next picture is of Margaret Kersten Whitehead, my paternal grandmother and her son, my father in 1939.  I figure my father was between 2 and 3 years old.  I have seen other pictures with them on the beach, but not this one.  I still do not know where this was taken.  Was this in Chicago, on the shores of Lake Michigan? If you look at the picture, neither one of them look like they are dressed for the beach.  Did they happen to stop there on the way to somewhere else?


Jack & Carol Johnson

I have never seen this picture before.  This is my maternal Aunt and her husband, Carol and Jack.  This was taken in 1965.  When I was a young girl, I used to think that they were so cool.  In my eyes, they were so charismatic and free-spirited.  My Uncle had a MG Midget that was a convertible.  I vaguely recall a VW Beetle, but that could be the memory playing tricks on me.

Larry & Betty Whitehead

Lastly, this picture makes me laugh, because it was probably taken for my father’s birthday.  I am not sure what my mother’s aversion to making birthday cakes, but she did not do it often.  For my 16th birthday, when I fussed about not having a cake, she put a candle in my oatmeal.  So, I think the same thing might have happened in this picture.  The smiles on them are great.  They are really enjoying the joke and we get to have a peak at them.

I hope you upload some of your phone pictures to your favorite photo-printing site and get some printed, soon.  Otherwise, I am afraid nobody will be able to see them.  Remember Facebook and the other social media sites will likely be around when future generations will come looking.


Until later, I will be exploring backwards.  Have a great Thanksgiving.  Remember to count your blessings every day.



Cynnie Lu Stevens

Cynthia Lu Stevens was my great-grand aunt.  She was born 25 Feb 1877 and died 10 Jun 1964, at the age of 87 years old.  She never married.  I asked my first cousin 1x removed, Betty Whitehead Sweeny, via email to recall her memories of Aunt Cynnie.  She stated “Aunt Cynnie and Pelly never married.  They lived in the house in Sandy Cross together with Uncle Joe (Joe Augustus Stevens Sr), his wife, Aunt Rita (Rita Durden) and their only child, Joe Jr. (Joe Augustus Stevens, Jr)…The house was built either by great grandpa Augustus (Columbus Augustus “Gus” Stevens) or his father (Obediah Benjamin Stevens).  It was located on a huge farm and some income came from the land….Aunt Cynnie did the shopping and drove a Chevy Coup.”   Aunt Betty goes on to say that both Aunt Cynnie and Pelly attended “Finishing School” in Athens.  Cynnie attended Brenau University located in Gainesville, Georgia.

Aunt Betty also recalled that “Joe and Rita lived upstairs in the front part of the house.  Joe, Jr’s room was across the hall.  Aunty Cynnie and Pellie lived downstairs in the back bedroom.  They ate together, but sorta lived apart.  There was a bathroom on both floors, located at the back of the house.  The kitchen was huge and connected to the dining room by a ‘butler’s pantry.'”

Mary Lynn Stevens, my second cousin 1x removed remembers the following:  “I do remember visiting them when I was a little, little girl;  after “Gus” died, my grandfather Joe Sr. was head of household and the sisters lived with him.  I remember them as very kind and very quiet.  They seemed to be bedridden in a shared bedroom downstairs – all the other bedrooms were upstairs.”

Cynnie died in 1964, she is buried in the Stevens Family plot at Sandy Cross Cemetery, Oglethorpe County, Georgia.

I wish I could have known more about Cynnie and her sister.  Why did they not marry?  Why did they not live outside of the family home?


Wishful Wednesday

Which ancestors do you wish you met?  Do you wish you could ask them questions about certain things.  I sure do.  Having never met my grandparents (Fred and Margaret) on my paternal side, I think I would have like to have met them.  In particular, Margaret Kersten Whitehead, my grandmother.  She was born 13 March 1906 in Chicago, Illinois.   She died 27 August 1967.  She was only 61 years old.  This was about 16 months before I was born.

I know for part of her life she worked for the railroad.  I have a copy of a W-2 for the year 1950.  It shows that she worked for the Chicago North Shore and Milwaukee Railway Company.  I am not sure what she did.  Viv? Leah? Dad?

There is another w-2 that say she worked for the Maywood Park Trotting Association.  That is intriguing to me.  What was my grandmother doing working for the race track?  Maybe she was an attendant, working selling tickets?

Regardless, it was always a little sad, not “knowing” one set of grandparents.

So today, I will think about them.  I will think about how they shaped my father and his sister’s lives.  Jubel! Cheers!

Margaret Whitehead

Margaret Whitehead

Fred and Margaret

Fred and Margaret Whitehead