Posts Tagged ‘Carrie’
I love this photograph of my Grandma and Grandpa Jones. Although this was taken before I was born (as my grandfather was in it) this is how I remember my grandmother looking. Round-faced and smiling, and just a bit plump. Comfortable to snuggle up against. (Grandma’s are supposed to be plump, right? I hope so, because I’m working on being a good Gramma.)
I wish that my grandfather had lived long enough for me to meet (and remember him), but this Carnival of Genealogy post is about my Grandma Carrie Breneman Jones, who died when I was eight years old.
When I was just a little bitty girl, my mama told me that her mama was really unhappy that they had named me “Sherry”. She said that Sherry is also the name of an alcoholic beverage, and her mama just wasn’t happy with her for giving me that name.
So I guess it’s no wonder when I went to grade school and I really didn’t know what my Grandma’s last name was, that when the teacher began talking about Kansas’ Carrie Nation going into bars with an axe to fight for temperance I kind of wondered for a short time if that was my Grandma Carrie that did that. I don’t know why I didn’t run home and ask my mom about it, but I didn’t, but I did figure out, after awhile, that my Grandma Carrie wasn’t the infamous axe wielding Carrie in my history book. (The above doesn’t look like the picture of an axe-wielding Grandma, does it?)
My Grandma Carrie was a very crafty lady. Her hands were always busy making something. She loved to crochet, from the very tiny delicate flower shaped earrings to the beautiful heirloom bedspread that she made for my mother, and that my mother later gave to me.
She crocheted doll clothes for my dolls and when my new favorite plastic horse needed a rider and there were none to be bought in the correct size, she created one. My Grandma Carrie created an Indian, excuse me, a Native American brave complete with tiny leather fringed breeches and shirt, and bendable legs so he could sit a horse. I still have him, tucked away (somewhere) and when I find him, I’ll try to add the picture here.
And as I write this, I just realized that she may have fashioned the brave after the Native Americans that came to their cabin in Nebraska asking for food when she was just a very small girl, and they lived on the Nebraska prairie where my Grandma herded cattle on horseback by herself on the prairie during the day.
When she was older, Grandma Carrie taught herself to paint and she loved the National Geographic magazine for its beautiful photographs that often inspired her painting. She also painted a picture of my brother’s 4-H Dairy Cow “Jenny,” too, for him, and “Jenny” hung on our kitchen wall while I was growing up.
I wish my Grandma had lived long enough for me to get to know her as an adult, because I think I inherited many of my interests and talents from her. Like my Grandma, I’m crafty, though I’ve not had much time to do it lately, and if I can see something, particularly a fabric something, I can often make a pattern for it or create it from one I find. Also like my Grandma and my mom, I painted for several years till I learned I was sensitive to the oil and turpentine smells, and like my Grandma and my mother I love a good book!
And, I wish she had lived long enough to ask her all those many genealogy questions that I now wish I had the answers to!
Wordless Wednesday: Stocking & Jones Family
Wordless Wednesday: Constantine Breneman & Carrie Breneman Jones & family
Sherry Stocking Kline
October 20, 2010
I love this old photograph of my parents, my mom Dorothy Stocking on the left, & dad Harold Stocking on the right, with my mom’s Aunt May (Breneman) Jones Willey, and her parents, Carrie (Breneman) and Warner Jones sandwiched between them.
After attending the KCGS Conference with Maureen Taylor, I find myself looking for clues in my photographs.
First, the photograph had to be taken before November 1st, 1947, because Grandpa Jones passed away on that date. (I could look up the car makes, models and years, too!)
Second, either they had been somewhere, or were getting ready to go, because Dad is wearing his ‘good’ overalls. In other words, he and Grandpa had on new and clean overalls. (As opposed to faded by the sun, ‘everyday’ overalls that Dad worked the fields and fed and milked the cows in!)
It wouldn’t have been church or a funeral, because the men would have worn suits for that, so maybe they went to town shopping for the day, to visit someone in the hospital, or to visit family or friends in another town.
And it’s in the colder months, as the women all have on heavy wool coats, and scarves to keep their ears warm, and maybe just to ‘tie their hair down’ to keep it from blowing in the Kansas wind.
And now I need to ask my mom, to see if she remembers the occasion that prompted the photograph sixty-plus years ago!
by Sherry Stocking Kline
14 April 2010
I love this wonderful old photograph of the family, and am so glad that someone snapped a photo of their get-together.
And like many photographs, I wonder, was this just an ordinary family gathering? A funeral? Someone’s wedding?
I may never know, but the question itself reminds me to make an extra note on the back of my photos or in my scrapbooks!
L – R: Ira, baby Paul, & Dee (Hoover) Breneman, Constantine Breneman, Carrie (Breneman) Jones & Children, Rose, Daryl, and toddler Dorothy.
Sherry Stocking Kline
January 4, 2010
I had so much fun doing Christmas music video’s that when I found this duet Baby, It’s Cold Outside (Dean Martin with Martina McBride)on former Kansas girl, Martina McBride’s “White Christmas” album I just couldn’t resist posting it here.
Besides, here in Kansas, with barely double digit temps, and single digit wind chills, it’s pretty appropriate today, ‘cuz Baby it’s sure cold outside here!
When we were having cold weather (like this week) my dad, Harold ‘Jiggs’ Stocking, Sr., would always come in from feeding the cattle or working outside (we had a wheat and dairy farm then) and laughingly tell my mom”Baby it’s Cold Outside!” After listening to the song a few times, I know why he was laughing when he said it!
The song also reminds me to share a saying that my Mom’s mom, Carrie Breneman Jones always told her:
“When the days begin to lengthen, the cold begins to strengthen”.
I’ve been paying attention ever since she shared that with me, and it’s often very true! We were working outside in medium weight jackets here right before Christmas.
In just a couple of days, we’re going into minus wind chill temps here. Brrrrr!
With a couple of inches of snow and minus wind chills, I won’t be doing any ‘cemetery stomping’ this week, for sure!
Fifty-four days till the first of March! (but who’s counting!) Can’t wait!
by Sherry Stocking Kline
November 17, 2009
My great-uncle, Albert Miner Breneman, died long before I was born, when his niece, my mother, was about three years old. Albert died as the result of a motorcycle accident at the age of twenty-seven.
Looking at the picture following I’d say he was a fine-looking young man.
Albert, the son of Salinda (Rose) Breneman and Constantine “Tom” Breneman, is buried in the Ryan Township Cemetery, a small well-kept cemetery in Sumner County, Kansas, just one mile west of Milan, and about 16 miles west of Wellington on Highway 160.
Albert Miner Breneman
born – March 26, 1888
died – January 10, 1915
Albert, second from the left on the back in the picture below, had five brother’s and sisters, and one of his sisters, Carrie Esther Breneman, front left below, married Warner LaRue Jones.
Carrie and Warner were my grandparents.
Albert is shown above with his siblings:
Back: Ira, Albert, Harvey, and Otto
Front: Carrie and May
Whenever I visit the cemetery to leave flowers or take photographs I think how sad it was that he died so young.