Posts Tagged ‘Constantine’
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
by Sherry Stocking Kline
7 May 2010
The Mayfield Blacksmith Shop…
This is a photograph of Otto Breneman and his father, Constantine Breneman, standing in front of Otto’s blacksmith shop. The blacksmith shop was located in Mayfield, Kansas (about 10 miles west of Wellington, Kansas) till at least sometime in the 1930′s when Otto passed away.
Otto’s mother was Salinda Breneman, and he was married to Nancy Virginia Hoyt, daughter of Joseph and Wilhemina (Dewein) Hoyt, and they had a daughter, Bernice Breneman.
According to information in the book “Mayfield: Then & Now”, Otto served as mayor of Mayfield from 1927 to 1929.
Otto was my great uncle, and he passed away before I was born, (his Tombstone photo can be found here). If the shop or the home was there when I was small I don’t recall it. I wish I had taken an “after” photograph so you could see what it looks like today, but there is a nice white ranch style home there, with a large grassy area in front of it.
This photograph comes from Otto’s daughter, Bernice Breneman Thomas’ collection of photographs, now in her son’s, Orlan Thomas’ collection, and can also be found on Page 71 of the “Mayfield: Then & Now” book. Orlan and his wife recently came to visit and loaned me his genealogy and photograph collection to scan, and nearly 200 scans later, I have many more photographs that he is allowing me to share digitally with other family members.
Ask a Lot of Different Questions…
Looking at this photograph reminds me that until I began working with a friend on the book “Mayfield: Then & Now” and began asking questions of everyone, including my mom and other family members I had no idea that some of our Breneman family lived in the Mayfield area, let alone owned a blacksmith shop.
According to a cousin that I visited with recently, her father told her that Constantine served as a blacksmith in the Union Army when he was a soldier in the Civil War. So, if there is a moral to this story, ask your older generation (as many as possible) and even your siblings and your cousins, a lot of different questions a lot of different ways…
Other Related Posts:
Constantine Breneman and His Buggy Horse Photograph of Ott’s father, Constantine driving a buggy with his beautiful buggy horse.
Constantine Breneman’s Buggy Horse - Photograph of Constantine’s Buggy Horse
Salinda E. (Rose) Breneman - Photograph of Ott’s mother, Salinda, and her tombstone. Ott’s parent’s, Salinda and Constantine, divorced in later life.
Too Young to Die – Photo of Ott Breneman and his siblings, and a photograph of Albert’s tombstone. Albert was killed in a Motorcycle Accident.
Photograph of May Breneman Jones Willey - Sister of Ott Breneman.
by Sherry Stocking Kline
28 Apr 2010
A while back I posted photographs of my Great-Grandpa Constantine Breneman and his beautiful buggy horse. Being a horse crazy girl growing up, oh how I wanted to know that horse’s name.
It was evident that Great-grandpa was proud of her.
Yes, her! This past weekend we had a small family gathering on the Breneman side complete with stacks of photographs, family trees, and research books. We had a great time exchanging information and stories and then lo and behold my cousin had the above photograph with the caption, “Constantine Breneman and Dolly. Isn’t she a beauty?!
And as I write this, I think “Oh, dear, do you suppose Dolly is the dog underneath the horse??”
I hope not. And surely, if the dog was the focus of the photograph, Great-Grandpa Breneman would have been shown seated with it instead!
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.
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.