Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Edie Bell

Another member of my family Edie Bell my Paternal grandmother was a strong pioneer woman.

She was born Nov. 11, 1880 to Patrick Fletcher and Mary Smith. Mary was 1/4 Cherokee Indian, I guess that means I'm a smidge on this side, however my maternal side has American Indian roots also.

Her and her sister Ann are the only two to live to adulthood, three siblings died young.  In my fathers writings he tells of the time that my Grandpa William saw Edie- she was only 10 and he was 25--YES I said 25. He told her not to grow up and marry anyone else. She was a beauty, long black hair around 5'4 and very pretty. They both remembered  that day and stayed single.

Grandpa worked in various states where he could find work, he returned when Edie was 20 and asked her Dad for her hand. There was 15 years difference in their age. They were married in 1990 and they had 6 children, my father being the youngest.

They had a 40 acre farm in Missouri and raised beef, chicken and grew vegetables--never had to visit a grocery store. They had a hard life but Dad says they were content.

She passed away when I was three--here is a picture of her and I. The other is of her standing in front of the farmhouse.

She made everyone's clothes, I don't imagine she ever really had anything from the store but shoes.
They did not have a home with electricity until Grandma was 69 years old!!!!!!

This one is a picture Grandpa, Grandma Edie, Uncle William next to her and then my Dad is the young one.
Grandma Edie passed away at the age of 71 in January 1951. Grandpa followed her in April of 1951. I think it's a blessing to have such a legacy, hard working Grandparents who lived without all that we have today.

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photowannabe said...

I love delving into family history.
So many of our forefathers really had a hard life. I wonder if we could make it now living the way they did so many years ago.

Melody Steenkamp said...

You are right and also, it is a precious gift to know such things about your historie

Have a nice ABC-W-day / - week
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Trubes said...

What an amazing story and such hard working people.
My father always soled and heeled our shoes and we had
an Aunt who made most of our clothes. Grandma made all our
fruit pies from the fruit she had preserves from Grandpa's fruit and vegetable
garden. Grandpa supplied us with potatoes, carrots, onions, leeks,cabbage and
My mother used to make the most memorable blackcurrant tart for my dear Papa, which was his favourite. All home grown ingredients apart from the flour and lard.
Another favourite from my dear Mama's repertoire was her steak and kidney pudding, which she
used to steam in a huge pot for several hours, totally delicious.
I have, through the years managed to cook most of these family recipes but with shop bought ingredients.
Recently we have started to grow our own potatoes, we have three large sacks full which have been lovingly tended by dear hubby.
Aye the good old days!
I loved all the historic knowledge of your forebears, so interesting,
Thank you for sharing this with us, delightful reading, just loved it.
Best wishes,
ABCW team.

Leslie: said...

It must have been a very hard life for them, but seems they were very happy. I can tell you have fond memories of them all. Thanks for sharing a part of your family history.

abcw team

Jackie Mc Guinness said...

Great to have these stories to hand down.

Su-sieee! Mac said...

That's cool that your keeping your family stories alive. 15 years difference isn't much. That was the same between my parents, too.

Roger Owen Green said...

I'm so glad someone wrote down the stories and took the pictures.


Annesphamily said...

Beautiful share Ann. I so love hearing these stories of our ancestors. My neighbor when I was growing up was 15 when she married her husband, age 25. It was a different time and they made their marriages strong and last their lifetimes. Do you know Sue at CollectInTexas? Her history goes back to the civil war days. My hubby's maternal grandfather was half Ogalla Sioux. I wish we had the photo I once saw of Grandpa Blackwell and his mother. She was 100 percent Native American. Her name was Hazel. I love the history of our lives. Thank you for sharing yours. xo

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