5 generations!🥰

I do the very best I know how - the very best I can, and I mean to keep doing so until the very end. - Abraham Lincoln Happy Birthday 🎈🎈🎈Dad. forever 69💔

aunt mary says....

everyone called Molly "Aunt Molly". seh and Grandma Susie Boyd had a door between their living quarters and they could check on each other. Aunt Molly kept perishables in Grandma's refrig.

Cora was Grandma Daisy's sister and was married to Grandpa Johnnie's brother Jay. Shirley Rilling Landry later married a Fazone.

Alma Oxford Boyd Married Gilbert Harrison Boyd and Mother (Susan Elizabeth Elliot Boyd) from Sherrie Johnson

Cathy Stephens Roy always said they called Johnny Axsom’s mother “Little grandma “ because she was so tiny. She lived close to grandma Boyd in Cainsville MO.

more Sherrie Johnson pics

Susan Boyd

anna axsom

I believe these ladies are Susan Boyd and her roommate/neighbor Mollie Mullins. they shared a duplex in Cainsville and 'watched out for one another' according to Aunt Mary.

this one says Mother Axsom, guessing Anna Axsom, the ears look the same as other picture.

Alfred Axsom age 16 on the farm from Sherrie Johnson

Marvin Lee Axsom from Sherrie Johnson

a FB post from Steven LaChance

I wanted to share this with you from Leopoldstadt because it really spoke to me about the importance of family history. I really do think this passage is the underpinning of the entire play and our lives at the same time. The Grandmother is labeling names in a family photo album as she begins to speak. “I’ve been writing in names that are missing, the ones I know, which is by no means all of them. That’s what happens, you see. First, there’s no need to write who they are, because everyone knows that’s Great-Aunt Sophia or Cousin Rudi, and then only some of us know, and already we’re asking, ‘Who’s that with Gertrude?’ and ‘I don’t remember this man with the little dog’, and you don’t realise how fast they’re disappearing from being remembered … Wilma It’s still an amazing thing to me, to know the faces of the dead! I can remember Grandpa Jakobovicz’s tobacco-stained whiskers, but his wife died giving birth to Poppa before there were photographs, so now no one knows what she looked like any more than if she’d been some kind of rumour. Everyone was mad to have a photograph when I was a girl, it was like a miracle and you had to go to a photographer’s to pose for him … wedding couples, soldiers in their first uniforms, children in front of painted scenery … and, always, women dressed up for the carnival ball, posing with a Greek pillar. Later, when we had a camera, there were too many pictures to keep in the album, holiday pictures with real scenery, swimming pictures, pictures of children in dirndl pinafores and lederhosen, like little Austrians. Here’s a couple waving goodbye from the train, but who are they? No idea! That’s why they’re waving goodbye. It’s like a second death, to lose your name in a family album.” Tom Stoppard, Leopoldstadt

more pictures from Sherrie Johnson, very helpfully labeled.

That’s Bobby on Left, Russell is Baby, Roger and Me. All with Susie

a picture from Shirley

another picture from Sherrie.... Shirley, Anna, Daisy, Susan