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Memories Over the years as family members have told me stories or small anecdotes of their lives or the lives of other family members, I have fondly savored each of these and I have posted a few here to share with you. Thanks to those who have provided me with their memories, I have truly enjoyed them and hope to preserve them for future generations. If you have any to share, please send them to me at kerryg@biplanet.com _____________________________________________________ Ginny Stiles Hambro - This is what my 94 year old Aunt Blossom told me on the phone a few days ago: "Well I'll have you know I was Grammas favorite of all the grandkids, yes I was. They lived in a little house the boys had built in the front of our place at Walnut Acres. I'd walk up the lane to their house every day and have tea with Gramma. One day I took the scissors and cut a hole in her white linen tablecloth. She was so upset she didn't know what to do with me. She finally locked me in the closet. She was so very upset she forgot to take the scissors away. Let me tell you...I did not like being in that closet....not a bit. So I sat there and cut all the buttons off Grampas shirts. I remember this so well because my father blistered the memory into my bottom. I was about 5 at the time." I asked her why she cut the tablecloth and she said she had no idea. As for "the favorite" ....well, maybe, maybe not. Even she admits she was a "hellion". _____________________________________________________ From Ida (Pace) Lindsay: Ida Lindsay attended East Boston High School, in her senior year she took Italian to speak more fluently with the rest of her family. Her male teacher was happy to have her in her class and did not understand why she felt the need to take it. When he asked her for her name, she stated, Ida Pace. He corrected her by saying that the correct pronunciation of her last name was Pache'. She laughed and said she'll stick with Pace. She had to quit school before graduating due to the depression.
From Ida (Pace) Lindsay about her husband, Everett: During the depression, Ida Pace had to get a job to help support the family. Her father was a laborer and needed additional income. Her sister, Mary, helped her get a job stitching baby chair seats in Everett, Massachusetts. Whenever Everett came downstairs from cutting, he would notice Ida in the workshop. All the woman noticed him, about 50-75 women on machines, and the girls would say, "Ida, here he comes" teasing her. He came up and introduced himself to her and asked her for a date, Ida wasn't impressed, until she found out he had a car! Everett was about 16 or 17 years old and living in Swampscott. _____________________________________________________ Fred Kelley Your Grandfather, Everett, sent me “stick figure” cartoons of his experience in the Army during WWII. I was under 5 years old but still remember how much I liked them. He also brought me a number of war souvenirs when he returned. Unfortunately, I don’t have any of this stuff. I was very fond of your grandparents. Also, I remember a film of when I was a toddler showing your grandfather and my father pulling my “kiddy-car” too fast, tipping it over, breaking my arm!! Undoubtedly after a few beers. My grand mother and your great grand mother, Sarah, had a great influence on me as a child. She came over on the boat from Scotland as a child of about twelve. I don't think she had a lot of education, spoke with a strong Scottish brogue, worked as a domestic, spoke her mind, was very wise, loving, and had a heart of gold. She lived very simply, was generous to a fault, giving away most of what came her way. She lived with my family for a few of her later years but proved to be too independent and chose to live out her life in a single room walk up. All of her grand children loved "Granny Lindsay" very much and I suspect they still do. _____________________________________________________ Elena (D’Angelo) Leonido I'm the daughter of Antonio D'Angelo, he was Rachela D'Angelo’s first cousin. In his first trip to America, in 1921, he was received at Boston from Rachela and Antonio Pace. They had him over the house at North end Boston. My father had served his country knew how to read and write. As soon as the quota was open, he came and returned to Orsogna every 3 years until we came after WWII in 1947. My Aunt Carmela never returned to Italy or came to North America She died in the 80th The Son Antonio as a Daughter, married a real soccer player in Argentina _____________________________________________________ Albert “Dick” Pace A little tidbit, your great-grandfather (Anthony Pace) could not pronounce the letter “v”, consequently he called your mother “Ed-o-wyn”. Ha! _____________________________________________________ Kerry (Galvin) Kelley I remember my Nana Ra (Clara Andrews) always making homemade candy and roast beef sandwiches with butter. And, my Nana Lindsay (Ida [Pace] Lindsay) telling me (which I have on video) that the best part of her children was conceiving them! I always loved Nana L's pasta sauce! _____________________________________________________ Evelyn (Lindsay) Galvin I remember my grandfather (James Lytell Lindsay) loved to drink tea and he used to read tea leaves. He would read the tea leaves to you after you were finished drinking your tea. _____________________________________________________ Chuck Austin James Austin and Emily Rice, my great grandparents,
spent their lives in the State of Kentucky. James Anderson Austin, Sr.
was born July 1817 in Nicholas County, Kentucky. Emily Frances Rice was
born February 6, 1824 in Bracken County, Kentucky. They were married on
December 7, 1840 in Bracken County. _____________________________________________________ Richard "Rick" Kelley When I was little my grandparents, Currie and Mildred, would take me with them after church, we would go and get a bucket of chicken from KFC and then the three of us would have a picnic at the airport out off of day road so I could watch planes take off and land. I remember being told of the time my father had put my sister Susan and I in a car getting ready for church, he went back in the house to get something and came out to find the two of us had the car headed down the street one on the peddles and the other at the wheel and my father running to catch the moving car… there was no accident, just a good scare, and a more athletic father. _____________________________________________________
Please email me any stories that you would like to share.
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Kerry A. Kelley
Last Updated: 09/19/2008
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