Posts Tagged ‘Harold’
by Sherry Stocking Kline
26 March 2010
Recently I posted about finding my father’s name listed in a family history book on Ancestry.com.
Dad’s name in the “Three Hundred Years with the Corson Families in America” by Orville Corson obviously meant that at least some of those Corsons were related to us. I was excited to say the least!
Here was a book that I didn’t know existed because I’ve rarely Googled generations where I think I already have all the information. So now I know that you can never learn too much about your family, and by not Googling the living generations I may be missing out on some resources.
After finding the name of the book on Ancestry I Googled the book’s title to find places to purchase it, and found two exciting things.
The 1939 book is still available on-line at Higginson books at: http://www.higginsonbooks.com.
And, there is a Corson Family Association, and a Corson Family Association Website maintained by Michael Corson.
The Corson Family Association website represents several different and apparently unrelated Corson family branches. There are several Corson Family History Books, as well as the more comprehensive “Three Hundred Years with the Corson Families in America” by Orville Corson.
When I found out about the book I hoped that there would be more than just “who begat whom” included because I want to know as much about these people, my ancestors, as possible.
I want to know:
Who are they?
What were their occupations?
Where did they live?
Where did they attend church?
Where are they buried?
What schools did they attend?
And photographs! Does anyone have photographs?
When Michael Corson told me that the association is working on updating the book, I was excited, because that means we can update our Corson information also! So, I’m sending off my dues to the Corson Family Association, and looking forward to learning more about this little known and practically unresearched (by me) branch of the family!
And bless Michael’s heart, he helped fill in some of my blank spots in my tree as well, and the in the scanned copies of “Three Hundred Years….” that he sent were not only the “who begat whom” but a little more info AND the resources that were used to put together this information. (Jackpot!)
So, if you are researching the Corson family name, the Corson Family Association Website is excellent place to start!
by Sherry Stocking Kline
November 29, 2009
How is it that something becomes an heirloom? Is it the value of the object, the age of the object, or the love inside the object and its history?
One birthday present that stands out is one that I still have. One that is destined to become a hand-me-down heirloom. And one that I still enjoy.
We were in South Dakota, my mom, dad, and I. It would be our last vacation with my dad, but we didn’t know that then, or at least I didn’t.
We had been to Minnesota to visit family, my Great-Aunt May Breneman Jones Willey, her son Kenneth Jones and his wife, Lois, and their family, Lawrence, Lynn, Patty, Charles, and Kenny, and we were coming back down through South Dakota, seeing the sights.
My Parents Laughed…
We visited the “dead Presidents” (Mt Rushmore) which was very impressive, went to the Passion Play (the re-enactment of Christ’s life and crucifixion), and I met a girl at the motel that night who was about my age, (soon to be eleven years old) and what was so impressive was this girl had her life already mapped out.
She told me who she was going to marry and that they were going to raise horses together. I was so impressed (Here I was at eleven still waffling between being a jockey or an archeologist!) and hadn’t even thought yet about who I would marry and what WE would do that I told my folks all about the girl I met on the motel swing set who already knew who she was going to marry.
My parents laughed….
Mom and I Huddled Inside the Car…
The next day we traveled through the National Park where a herd of several hundred buffalo thundered across the road in front of the car right in front of us. My mom and huddled inside the car while my dad, unafraid, in typical guy “I ain’t afraid of nothin’” fashion stood outside the car and watched.
Before we came home dad took Mom and I to the Black Hills Gold Jewelry store where the jewelry was actually being made. Dad had promised Mom that when they went to where the Black Hills gold jewelry was made he would buy her a set. So we went into the store where we could see people working on the jewelry.
It took them quite awhile, looking at one necklace and then another. Mom tried on one set, and then another and I kept busy watching the workers, peering into the jewelry cases, and watching the necklace and earring fashion show between Mom and Dad.
But I Had My Sights Set on a Cowboy Hat…
Finally, they had the perfect set for Mom. Then they turned to me. They wanted to buy me a ring for my birthday.
Uh, Oh. My little soon-to-be eleven year old heart had its sights set on a cowboy hat. (Did I mention that I was a tomboy?) I just hadn’t decided if I wanted it to be black hat like the bad guys or a white hat like Roy Rogers yet, but that’s what I wanted right then, a cowboy hat.
I didn’t have the horse to go with it, but I wanted that, too. Mom and dad definitely had other plans.
They wanted me (a tomboy) to pick something elegant…
So we spent some time picking out a ring. They really wanted me to get something fancy, something a little ‘elegant’. I wasn’t then, nor am I now, ‘elegant.’
I remember them saying, “Look how much longer this ring makes your fingers look.”
I didn’t think a ring was going to help my fingers look long and ladylike too much. My fingers were short and stubby then and they’re short and stubby now.
I picked out a simple gold band with the Black Hills Gold signature pink and gold leaves on it. Simple lines. Very similar to a wedding band, but I liked it. After some time spent showing me lots of fancier rings to try to get me to pick out something larger, longer, and more elegant, they gave in and let me get the one I liked.
They chose it for one of my larger fingers, hoping I could wear it when I was grown, and they chose wisely there. I can still wear it.
It looks almost exactly like this one, except it has more than 30 years of wear. It’s plain and simple, perfect for my size 4 1/2 to 5 short little fingers. It’s still my favorite.
A little over a year later, my father was gone…
My father was only 50 when he passed away. Just a few years later, heart by-passes became standard practice, but they weren’t then.
I wonder now, if he somehow knew, that his time was getting short, and he wanted us to have these special reminders of him.
Years later, I can look at the Black Hills gold ring that we picked out that day, and remember the whole vacation, the people we met, the good times we had, and feel the love of my parents surrounding me.
12-01-09 Author’s note: After posting this article, I found the ring that was nearly like mine, and so have updated the photograph, and added the name of the ring’s creator. My dad didn’t know he was beginning a new family tradition between myself, my mother, and my children that day, but he did.
I do think he may have known his time was getting shorter as by that time he had had heart disease for more than ten years and wanted us to have something we could remember him by. My mother, treasuring that memory purchased a cross necklace and another ring at different times in my life, all with that first gift in mind.