Sepia Saturday: Passing the torch...
May. 21st, 2011 09:37 amI love this photo.
It's my dad with his grand Uncle Jeff and grand Aunt Margaret.

William Jefferson "Jeff" Burris, my dad, Margaret Jane Burris Moore
I figure that photo was taken when Dad was about 4, so it was probably very shortly before Uncle Jeff died in January 1941.
Margaret lived until 1944.
George and Louise Burris must have made a trip from Arkadelphia back to Russellville with my aunts and my dad.
Like my grandparents, we had generational Burris photos in our scrapbooks for many years, too. Photos of me and my sisters at our grand Aunt Emma's house when our family camped not far from the original James Littleton and Adeline Burris homestead in Pope County.
A lot of those photos were lost in a 100 year flood in December 1982, when a freak tornado ripped through Arkansas and dumped a deluge of water across my ancestral homeplace.
We camped on the homestead over 100 years after James and Adeline must have camped on the homestead while they were building their home.
As a kid, I couldn't appreciate that full circle of family history. I enjoyed fishing off the spillway for perch that Dad used to bait his yo-yos and trotlines, and I loved digging for worms beside Aunt Emma's chicken coop. Dad took me through fields that our ancestors had cleared long ago for planting and I was enthralled by the low stacked stone walls they built as they removed the rocks and loosened the soil for planting.
A new cousin found me this week. We aren't sure yet exactly how close our kinship is, but as we compare notes and sources from our family trees, she is prompting memories.
Thank you, Shirley. I need to remember, and pass it on.
The journey is good.
This is a Sepia Saturday post.
It's my dad with his grand Uncle Jeff and grand Aunt Margaret.

William Jefferson "Jeff" Burris, my dad, Margaret Jane Burris Moore
I figure that photo was taken when Dad was about 4, so it was probably very shortly before Uncle Jeff died in January 1941.
Margaret lived until 1944.
George and Louise Burris must have made a trip from Arkadelphia back to Russellville with my aunts and my dad.
Like my grandparents, we had generational Burris photos in our scrapbooks for many years, too. Photos of me and my sisters at our grand Aunt Emma's house when our family camped not far from the original James Littleton and Adeline Burris homestead in Pope County.
A lot of those photos were lost in a 100 year flood in December 1982, when a freak tornado ripped through Arkansas and dumped a deluge of water across my ancestral homeplace.
We camped on the homestead over 100 years after James and Adeline must have camped on the homestead while they were building their home.
As a kid, I couldn't appreciate that full circle of family history. I enjoyed fishing off the spillway for perch that Dad used to bait his yo-yos and trotlines, and I loved digging for worms beside Aunt Emma's chicken coop. Dad took me through fields that our ancestors had cleared long ago for planting and I was enthralled by the low stacked stone walls they built as they removed the rocks and loosened the soil for planting.
A new cousin found me this week. We aren't sure yet exactly how close our kinship is, but as we compare notes and sources from our family trees, she is prompting memories.
Thank you, Shirley. I need to remember, and pass it on.
The journey is good.
This is a Sepia Saturday post.