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
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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