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REMEMBER: In North America, the month of September 1752 was exceptionally short, skipping 11 days, when the Gregorian Calendar was adapted from the old Julian one, which didn't have leap year days.
Showing posts with label Rogers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rogers. Show all posts

Thursday, November 9, 2023

The Rogers were walking

This week I share some family photos, with some to match the Sepia Saturday meme.



My grandfather, George Rogers Sr, Uncle Jimmy, Uncle Chauncey and my father George Rogers Jr. at their home in San Antonio, TX around 1934-37.


And  don't forget the ladies, my mother Mataley Rogers, and my Aunt Dottie (Dorothy Rogers, Uncle Jimmy's wife) in Wisconsin, 1953.

My parents walking. By her hat I'd guess spring, perhaps Easter. By his hairline I'd guess after they married, perhaps late 1930s or early 1940s. Mataley Rogers and George Rogers Jr.

And another older photo. Three women in Marshall TX 1899 on a sidewalk. 

My Great great grandmother Eugenia Almeda Witty Booth (1852-1875) and 5 of her siblings were born in Marshall TX. But they were moved away by the time these three ladies appeared on the scene. I love seeing their lightweight cotton dresses for summertime. Oh yes, summer in Texas. Lived through enough in my first 7 years to know never to visit there then!

But I digress. Walkers on the streets...mmm.
Boston MA 1906. Not sure if I've posted this before.


Today's quote:

Ask to know what you are born to do. Follow the compass of joy.

BARBARA MARX HUBBARD





Thursday, October 12, 2023

Great many times grandfather of my son Russell Heym

repost from Aug 16, 2014 

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Aaron John Rogers, born 1265 in Rome, Roma, Lazio, Italy,  died 1356 in Somerset England.  I posted about him HERE before.


And this is the furthest back that the Rogers genealogy goes at this point...or maybe there was another count who lived in Naples.  Mmm, that must have been on a different tree.

Anyway, whether or not this grandfather is truly yours or not, have a great birthday this 16th of August.  I know you're my son, and am so proud of you.  I've loved you since the day you were born!

I think what is remarkable about the Rogers tree is that all these men had a son...until my generation.
And of course you've done the same thing my dad did, had only daughters.  But then, your mom (me) changed her name back to Rogers after her divorce, and apparently a couple of my female cousins also still have the Rogers name.  So what's in a name?

I'll only post one picture of you this year...since I posted so many last year HERE. 

Now which one do I want to post, hummmm...how about this one?

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A Taco for 49 cents, and Tai was much shorter than you were, just before we left Altanta for Cumberland Island vacation trip...mid 80s.  It was great fun with you and Tai on several summer camping trips.  Now you both have your own summer vacations...outdoors too!

Have a very happy birthday, son.