When Harry Met Sabra

My grandmother, Sabra, was around 26 when

she married my dirt-poor grandfather Harry

in the early 1900's.

Back then, single ladies of her age were

known as spinsters.

Harry, being a poor cowboy and hired-hand,

must have thought he'd died and gone to heaven

when Sabra agreed to married him. Her wealthy

father gave the newlyweds 100 acres of land.

My dad told me he remembered his father Harry

lighting cigars at poker games with $20 bills.

Surely Harry must have invented the term

 'Easy come, Easy go'

-- and it haunted him all his life.

Harry's mother was an Indian woman,

 (we say Native American now)

and his father was some sort of fur trapper.

Harry was born in a log cabin in the Ozark

Mountains. No birth certificates in that sort

of situation back then.

I wish I had gotten Harry's beautiful dark skin.

Instead I got Sabra's pasty light complexion.

When they argued, Harry called Sabra 

"a flat-headed, Pennsylvania Dutch woman"

One can only imagine what feisty Sabra

called him!

So, I'm setting out to learn more about these

two this year. I have a lot of family stories

and papers, and a few pictures, to help me

with my research.

Have you ever noticed how you can look at

your kids...or even your grandchildren...

and see your ancestors in them?

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