Nine days after my mother was born, her mother Julia died. Julia was only 32 years old.
The two children from Julia's first marriage, Henrietta and Harry, were given by Lee to a local family to adopt. My mother, a newborn, was given to another local couple who were childless.
All of these children grew up in the same small town in Illinois, but my mother had no idea who her siblings were until she was older. She fell in love with one of them and her parents had to tell her that this boy was her brother.
My mother Elizabeth married someone else when she was sixteen and had my sister Cathy (the dragon). Shortly after Cathy was born, Elizabeth and her husband divorced. She met my father, married him and I was born. Nine years later my sister Debra was born.
Back to Julia...she is buried with one husband on her right and the other husband on her left.
Excellent photo at that beautiful sewing machine. Maybe you get your craftiness from Grandma Juia!?!
ReplyDeleteYour family history is fascinating. Your mother must have been so heartbroken and confused when she found out about her brother.
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