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Great-Grandma McGinnis Sang for Abraham Lincoln…
This photograph has been in the family for some time and my Great-Grandma Margaret “Maggie” (Corson) McGinnis, (my grandma Maud Stocking’s mother) told her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren that she was a child in this photograph in the wagon on the lower right hand side of the photograph with the sign that reads “Let Me In – Kansas.”
Great-Grandma McGinnis said that she and other children sang for then candidate Abraham Lincoln on this day.
According to my Uncle Herb, and my brother Harold (a.k.a Fred), (both of whom were old enough to remember the story well) Great-Grandma Maggie said that Mr. Lincoln stopped, bent down, and spoke to her about “letting Kansas in” to the Union as a state.
There she was, just a little girl, at a Turning Point in History…
Wow! There she was, just a little girl, being spoken to by a man who was then a candidate for president. Can you just imagine? Did they have any idea that they were at a point in history that would lead to such historically memorable events as the Civil War, the ending of slavery, the assassination of a President, and other major turning points in our country’s history?
In light of what was to come just a few years later, it is no wonder that Great-Grandma shared this story with her children and grandchildren.
I’ve seen this photograph on-line in several places, so I know it must have been a popular photograph in that time and era and I’m glad that Great-grandma Maggie had a copy of this photograph and shared this story with her family.
Other Related Posts:
Corson Family Info:
You can learn more about the Corson Family, Book and Association Website Here.
My Corson Family Website and Happy Dance Post is Here.
McGinnis Family Info:
Amanuensis Monday – Thomas J. McGinnis Obituary
by Sherry Stocking Kline
07 April 2010
I love this cool photograph of one of my mother’s favorite cousins, Kenneth Jones, fishing! It looks like he is fishing on a fairly large lake, perhaps even Lake Superior itself.
He also fished and hunted for agates (he was an avid and knowledgeable rock hound!) on many of the lakes in Minnesota near their home in the outskirts of Duluth, Minnesota.
Thanks to Kenneth, and those fun vacation days of hunting agates along the shores of Lake Superior and another beautiful Minnesota lake, I’m still a bit of a rock hound!
We’ve lost touch with Kenneth and Lois’s children, and would love to re-connect with them, so if by chance one of them (or their children) find this blog, I hope you will stop and say ‘hello’ and leave your e-mail address!
Other Related Posts:
Kenneth’s Mother – May Breneman Jones
Kenneth Jones Toddler photo taken in Wichita, Kansas.
Kenneth Jones in front of his Kingman Kansas High School.
Kenneth’s Grandfather, Constantine “Tom” Breneman and his buggy horse photograph.
Kenneth’s Grandmother, Salinda E. (Rose) Breneman, photo and tombstone photo.
by Sherry Stocking Kline
03 April 2010
This week has been a busy week, so I’m late posting again! Maybe next week will be more on time, but spring is here, and my green thumb is itching like crazy, so we’ll see!
This is a neat photo of one of Mom’s favorite cousins, Kenneth Jones. The first time I remember meeting Kenneth, it was at their home on Morris Thomas Road in Duluth, MN when my folks took us all for a visit.
Kenneth was a ‘rock hound,’ something he and my mom had in common, and we enjoyed looking for agates along Lake Superior and another lake. We also had great fun swatting mosquitoes while picking wild strawberries, riding the neighbors little pony, and picnicking.
We’ve lost connections with Kenneth’s children, and I hope that somehow, someway, we can re-connect, and that if they find this website, they’ll take a minute to say “Hello! “
Kenneth Jones – in front of his high school in Kingman, Kansas.
Kenneth’s Mother – May Breneman Jones Willey in front of the Jones’ home on Morris Thomas Road in Duluth.
Kenneth’s Grandfather – Constantine “Tom” Breneman and his horse and buggy.
Sherry Stocking Kline
January 8, 2009
I grew up around tractors. Lots of them. Big ones. Little ones. ‘Tricycle’ front end ones like my dad used to cultivate the cattle feed and squatty little red and green tractors with big wide fenders perfect for children to ride along with their parents.
I don’t remember my first tractor ride…
I don’t remember my first tractor ride. I was much too young for that to ‘stick’ in my memory.
I do remember countless hours riding on the fender, hanging on, then getting off when mom or dad stopped (yes, they had his and hers tractors) and running in the furrow behind the plow, my bare feet pounding the sun-warmed damp earth.
I watched out for fishing worms (and picked them up if there was any chance we might go fishing soon). Little baby bunny rabbits ran to get away from the tractors (and me).
Back then, the long, muley-eared jackrabbits were a common sight in Sumner County, Kansas. Now, jackrabbits are pretty rare. I’ve not seen one in a good, long, time, but I have it on good authority that they are still around.
Nowadays children would be taken to a baby sitter…
Nowadays children would be taken to a baby sitter while mom and dad worked, but mom was a ‘work at home’ (or in the field) mom, and I went along. Mom and Dad’s day began at 5:00 a.m. when Mom and our collie dog Lassie brought the dairy cattle in to be milked.
After they milked, dad took the truck with silage in it out to the pasture and the feed bunks to feed the cattle while mom came in and got ready to feed the people in our home, which in the time period I’ve got in mind included Dad, myself, and my brother, Gary.
After breakfast, if it was spring, summer, or fall, Dad and most often Mom would head to the field on a tractor. Not the fancy ones like they have now with air conditioning and GPS, just plain red, then later yellow, and much later the green John Deere’s made their way onto our farm.
I always felt sorry for city kids…
Those were good days, and good memories. I know some city kids would feel sorry for me, no swimming pool around the corner, and no park to go swinging in.
But I always felt sorry for city kids (like my own kids later on) who didn’t get to ride on tractors and combines each summer, who had to play in a postage-stamp-sized back yard instead of a quarter section with pasture and creeks full of pollywogs and crawdad, and who never got to watch baby chicks scurry around after the mama hen, and baby calves grow from awkward to adult.
Sherry Stocking Kline
January 20, 2010
This is going to be an almost wordless Wednesday. My mom was going through old photos this week, and found this gem of my dad, Harold F. Stocking, Sr. (mostly known by his childhood nickname of “Jiggs” all his life) and his favorite registered Ayrshire cow, “Dimples”. This was, I believe, before I came along, as I don’t remember her at all.
My folks were wheat and dairy farmers in south central Kansas (a.k.a. tornado alley) and they raised and milked registered Ayrshire cattle.
Mom said that Dimples was his favorite, and that he was very proud of her, but she developed some health issues and was sold.
If my dad were still alive, today, January 20th, would be his 99th birthday.
Happy Birthday, Dad!
More Stocking family memories & genealogy here…
by Sherry Stocking Kline
January 17, 2010
Here’s my Saturday Night Genealogy Fun – one day (almost two) late!
Hey there, it’s Saturday Night, time for more Genealogy Fun from Randy Seaver at Geneamusings!!
Your mission, should you decide to accept it (cue the Mission Impossible music!), is:
1) Remember when you were 12 years old? On a summer day out of school? What memory do you have of fun activities?
2) Tell us about that memory (just one – you can do more later if you want to) in a blog post, in a comment to this post, or in a comment on Facebook.
I was twelve years old. And it was my second trip to Camp Wentz. My mom and dad thought it would be good for me to go, and they were right.
At Camp Wentz, the day began with giggly, groggy girls dragging out of their bunk beds, and hurrying to the bathroom cabin. In my case, I struggled each morning to tame my past-the-waist-length sun-streaked-blonde hair into scruffy braids, then walked the 100 yards or to to eat breakfast in the dining hall and watch for the cute blond kid I had a crush on. (oh, be still my twelve-year-old heart)
I learned how to Braid plastic keychains…
Then there were crafts in the dining hall where I learned how to braid plastic key chains and lanyards as gifts for my parents. I was much better at braiding those than my hair. (I brought home a keychain for mom, and a watch ‘chain’ for my dad’s pocket watch, which he promptly put on his watch, and then unfortunately it broke within the first week I was home)
Then there were devotional studies, and my absolute morning favorite, the one hour swim time before lunch.
Then lunch (more keeping my eyes peeled for the cute blond kid) and afterwards back to the cabins to rest and write letters to our parents back home.
My mom still has and still laughs about one of my first letters back home with the quote:
“Hi Mom and Dad, I miss you, but not very much…”
Then it was time for late afternoon swim. I loved going swimming, and turning into a prune didn’t worry me, and that was before we knew that sunburns had long-term consequences, so I spent all the time I could on outdoor activities and swimming.
So much so that when I went home I shocked my mother who said that I “was brown as an Indian” and she spent the whole next week trying to scrub the tan off of my neck, convinced part of it had to be dirt. (I swear a couple of times it felt like she was using a pot scrubber on me…)
Located on the side of a hill, Camp Wentz with it’s limestone cabins, many trees, and lakeside location was very picturesque.
Every night as we sat on the side of a hill for our devotionals the lights of the city across the lake twinkled in the distance. Sitting on the side of the hill, listening to lessons about God’s love for us, watching the sun set (and yes, fighting the mosquitoes and watching for the blond kid) we sang Bible school songs and hymns.
“We are Climbing Jacob’s ladder….”
And every night, after devotionals were over, as we climbed back up the hill we sang “We are climbing Jacob’s ladder…. Every rung goes higher, higher… our flashlights bobbing in the dark like little fireflies as we wove our way back to our cabins where bedtime prayers and ghost stories blended together in the time before sleep came.
Sherry Stocking Kline
December 21, 2009
Thanks to Thomas MacEntee of Geneabloggers for today’s Advent Calendar Challenge:
What songs did your family listen to during Christmas? Did you ever go caroling? Did you have a favorite song?
My family always loved music and I grew up listening to carols on the radio first, then 45 rpm records, then a stereo, then a tiny (by then standards) battery operated transistor radio.
Today, there’s music on the stereo, computer, smart phone, and iPod! It’s so easy to listen wherever you are.
Growing up near the tiny town of Mayfield, Kansas, our church youth group at the Mayfield Federated Church (a Methodist and Presbyterian combined church) always went caroling.
Our group would set out on foot (remember, it’s a tiny town) in the cool, crisp air, and it was always a fun and joyous evening of laughter, singing, and wishing the townspeople, mostly seniors, but often others who had been ill and shut-in, a very Merry Christmas.
Our pastor and his wife usually led the singing and ‘herded’ us from house to house. There were many of ‘Grandma age’ in our town, and many of them had grandchildren in the group, so they knew each and every one of us, were often called Grandma by many who were not their grandchildren, and they were always delighted to see us!
A side benefit we often enjoyed was that several of them were extremely good cookie bakers, and we might be given cookies to enjoy while walking around the town.
After the caroling was done for the evening we’d gather back at the church for cookies and cocoa, and then sometime walk down to the school’s gymnasium for indoor games.
I know the seniors enjoyed the carols, but the fun and fellowship for all of us was priceless.
Sherry Stocking Kline
December 16th, 2009
Thanks to Thomas MacEntee of Geneabloggers for his daily blogging (and memory) challenges…
Christmas At School
What did you do to celebrate Christmas at school? Were you ever in a Christmas Pageant?
Oh, my gosh, the Christmas pageant. How could I forget? (Maybe because I’ve tried hard to?)
I attended a fairly tiny little school in a small town in Kansas. Eighty kids in the whole school, grades one through eight. That’s right, no kindergarten, and no middle school.
We had roughly 12 to 14 in our class at any given time, four classrooms, and two classes in each school room.
My very first experience in the program was when the folding wall dividers of the school were folded up, and parents poured into the school to watch us on the stage. A couple of years later, there was a stage in the gymnasium, and we held our programs there.
Everyone was in the Christmas program…
Everyone was in the Christmas program. Everyone. Even people who couldn’t sing, people who couldn’t act, painfully shy people, and people like me who couldn’t sing, act, and were painfully shy.
Do I have horrible memories of the Christmas pageant? No, but it was a long time ago, now, or seems like it, and the memories are all jumbled together.
Memories of waiting on the steps up to the stage, every kid full of Christmas excitement and too much Christmas candy, teachers threatening everyone within an inch of their lives if they didn’t quiet down, didn’t behave, or didn’t remember their lines.
He ran to the bathroom to ‘toss his cookies…’
Of course, the older kids got the more responsible, leading roles, and so the older we got the more responsibility we held. One year the excitement got to one boy, and he ran to the bathroom to ‘toss his cookies.’ I felt his pain.
My one (and only) shining moment as a lead in a play came when they needed someone to play the part of the daughter who honors Santa Lucia, the Swedish saint. (Read about that tradition here.) Celebrated on December 13, the oldest daughter dresses in a long white dress with a red sash, and a wreath of leaves and candles (or battery powered tiny flashlights in my case) white socks and no shoes.
Because I had long, nearly waist length blond braids, I was a shoe-in for this part. It was my job to serve bread cubes to the others in the part of the skit. Whether I was good or was lousy I can’t say, but it was my last leading role…
Sherry Stocking Kline
December 11, 2009
Thanks once again to Thomas MacEntee of GeneaBloggers for today’s Advent Calendar Challenge!
December 11 – Other Traditions
Did your family or friends also celebrate other traditions during the holidays such as Hanukkah or Kwanzaa? Did your immigrant ancestors have holiday traditions form their native country which they retained or perhaps abandoned?
My Stocking ancestors came from England in the 1630′s, and while they inter-married with those of Scottish and/or Irish descent as well as Native American, whatever traditions any of them might have brought with them have been long lost, or interwoven with more recent American ones.
On my mother’s side, I’m still trying to knock down the brick wall that a man named Jones who marries a woman named Smith creates. I’ve read in a book that speaks about our Smith family history that we have Welsh and French on that side.
For my family, it was all about Christmas Eve…
For my family, wherever the tradition came from or whether it began with my parents, Christmas was all about Christmas Eve. We gathered together, Dad, Mom, my youngest brother (still older than myself), my oldest brother and his growing family, and we exchanged presents. And we all knew that the presents that night came from our parents and grand-parents, not from Santa.
But the Christmas Stocking was what held the magic! It came from Santa himself!
Here is an excerpt from mountaingenealogy.blogspot.com that sounds like my experience, too!
“And we aren’t talking about the rather large, decorative stockings of today. These were literally their stockings [socks] that they wore on a daily basis.”
We didn’t have a fireplace, nor even a wood stove, so we pinned the stockings to the couch, usually the side nearest to the door, as that was where the jolly old elf was believed to come into our home!
The stockings that we hung had to be our own!
The stockings that we hung had to be our own! So the presents that we got when we were little were, well, little!
I remember getting tiny little animals that I loved to play with, and most often they were tiny little horses with cowboys and Indians to ride them and sometimes there was candy in the toe, and a barrette for my long honey-blonde braids.
And the good thing was, that as I grew, the socks grew, and the presents became bigger!
How exciting it was to ‘graduate’ from not-so-stretchy little Buster Brown cotton socks to extra stretchy (and longer) bobby socks! Much more room for goodies!
My children used to ‘cheat’…
I continued the hanging of the Stocking’s with my children, though they were allowed to ‘cheat’ and particularly the youngest more often than not scoured the house giggling and laughing, comparing one sock to another while she hunted for the largest stretchiest stocking available, most often her Dad’s calf high athletic sock.
A good thing, that, as they sometimes found their favorite music CD all tucked in with other goodies from Santa.
by Sherry Stocking Kline
December 10, 2009
Thanks to Thomas MacEntee for today’s Christmas Advent Calendar Challenge!
What were your favorite gifts, both to receive and to give? Are there specific gift-giving traditions among your family or ancestors?
Today’s prompt is a tie-in with the Smile for the Camera carnival at Shades of the Departed.
What were my favorite gifts? To receive or to give? Hmmm…
There are several empty places in my family’s circle now, so my Christmas memories are tinged with sorrow as well as joy because I miss those people very much, but there were several gifts that were fun to give, and I remember some I received that gave my little heart joy!
Stick Horses and Cowboy Outfits!
After my nephews came along, most Christmases my folks bought us all something quite similar, and one Christmas when we were all little stair steps, me about seven, and them five and two, we were given the stick horses with the plastic heads and the cowboy and cowgirl outfits to go along with it!
Because we watched Roy Rogers, Gene Autry, HopAlong Cassidy, The Lone Ranger and Tonto, and the Cisco Kid on tv every week we were well-versed in the bang-bang-shoot-em-up outdoor play that included galloping all over our pasture on stick horses to shoot the bad guys. Of course, we were the white-hatted heroes! My youngest nephew, not quite old enough to keep up, insisted on riding his ‘horse’ head down, so his mighty steed’s head got drug all over the pasture!
The most difficult Christmas present I ever bought…
The most difficult Christmas present I ever had to buy was the first one I bought for my mom by myself after my dad passed away. I just couldn’t figure out what to buy. But I found a grandmother’s charm bracelet, with little boy and girl heads, with the names and birth dates engraved on the little heads. By that time, Mom had five grandchildren and one on the way, but I remember standing in the store, feeling very lost and very alone, trying to decide between the choices.
One of the most fun presents we ever bought…
One of the most fun presents that we ever bought was for my father-in-law when our children were small. My father-in-law always hoped that someone would give his boys a train set. (I think so he could enjoy it, too!)
So my husband and I picked him out a neat little train set, and as the television commercial says the look on his face was “priceless.” He set it up in his basement for awhile, and shared it with his grandchildren, and then a few years down the road, when he started spending more time in Texas in the winter, gave it to our children to enjoy.
A Personalized Family Photo Calendar Keeps us All Up to Date!
For the past few years, I’ve e-mailed family members to request family photographs, (whatever they want to send) though the ones where they are fishing, playing softball, and just doing fun things make great collages for the calendar that I make and give to my mom.
I try to focus on a different family group each month, and when possible, feature someone that is having a birthday that month, though in some months, there are several birthdays.
Here is this year’s calendar front, the photograph on the left was taken in 2000, before we lost my brother Gary and my sister-in-law Nancy to cancer in 2001. It shows my mom, with my two brothers standing on the left with their spouses and me on the lower right with my husband. My dad ‘s photo is inset on the right.
I usually make copies for the rest of the family, complete with all the birthdays and anniversaries. They all love it! It’s a great way to help us all keep up with important dates!
There are several places that offer this service…
I bought Broderbund’s calendar creator several years ago, but you can also make calendars several places on the internet, such as at my Heritage Makers’ website, and I believe that Kodak and other places also offer this service.
One good thing about making it with Calendar Creator, and at the Heritage Maker’s website, is that once you get the template set up, complete with birthdays and anniversaries, you just copy and save with a new name for next year, and re-place this year’s photographs with next year’s new ones!