My grandmother Helen was an only child. She had three first cousins on her mother’s side. On her father’s side, she had nine first cousins, but I don’t think she knew any of them. She doesn’t seem to have had much contact with his side of the family, and he died in 1928 when she was about 16.
Today, I’d like to post some picture’s of Ma’s first cousins on her mom’s side, Lee, Harry, and Glenn Moore, the sons of her uncle Glenn “Fred” Moore. Lee was born on January 5, 1913 in Hartford, Van Buren, Michigan, Harry was born on December 25, 1914, and Glenn III was born on June 20, 1922 in New Buffalo, Michigan.
I really like this photo of my husband’s great-grandparents Leonard Eklund and Mayme Kivi and it looks like it goes with today’s “road trip” theme. I think it was taken either on their wedding day or soon after. They were married June 23, 1931. Even though Leonard lived in Ironwood, Michigan and Mayme was from Kimball, Wisconsin, they were married in Lake Linden, Gogebic County, Michigan up in the Keweenaw Peninsula.
Mary Everitt Bolt is my Great-Great-Great Grandmother. She is about as far back as I have been able to go on my matrilineal line, which so far consists of Mary > Mina > Mae > Helen > Mary > Me. I love this picture and that it was made in Detroit.
Another person I never knew, this is Bert Thompson, the 2nd husband of Mina (Bolt) Moore. Mina was my great-grandma Mae’s mother. So this is Mae’s step-dad. Bert was born 3 Nov 1879 in Oxford, MI to Milo A. Thompson and Ruth Noble. He married Mina on 24 Nov 1924, although he listed her in his 1918 Draft Registration Card as his wife and again she is listed as his wife in the 1920 U.S. Census. Her estranged first husband, Fred Moore, died 4 Nov 1924 so perhaps that is why they weren’t officially man and wife until 1924. Anyway, Mina and Bert lived in Dearborn for many years, then Bert lived with my grandparents in the 1950s and 60s. He died in January 1966. When I was younger I saw all these family pictures from the 60s with this old man included in them and I always asked Mom who he was. She said she didn’t know, only that she called him Grandpa Thompson. So one of the fortunate finds from this genealogical journey is discovering just how this man “Grandpa Thompson” is related to us.