Saturday, August 16, 2014

Climbing Up and Down My Family Tree Today~ Tanya Hanson

Once upon a time, a handsome Illinois schoolmaster married a debutante from across the Mississippi River. Paper Japanese lanterns glowed. Years before, the bride’s grandpa had marched with General William Tecumseh Sherman. She is said to have weighed a whole 98 pounds full-term with child. Of their eight kids, one would become a preacherman.

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 About this same time, in the heartland, a farmer fell in love with a pretty, feisty neighbor from a nearby homestead. (I’m said to look like her.) He died from a ruptured appendix far too soon in their marriage, leaving behind a brood of their own kids and several adopted orphans.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

 The farmer's daughter married the preacherman, who had been assigned to the nearby country church after seminary.She gave up art school to marry.  Over the next decade, she gave him a half-dozen children.  After a time, the preacher took a congregation on the West Coast.  Mostly he needed sunshine and warm weather for his health.  His kids enjoyed the beach. All were excellent students.  His wife (my brilliant gramma and personal hero) brought the family through the Great Depression with class, grace, and without complaint.
                                           
                                                         

 During the Second World War, their oldest daughter, a schoolteacher too, married her sailor.  (She’d had a crush on him since high school. He signed her yearbook fairly lame: To a nice quiet girl, but admitted later on he’d been interested in her too.)   She longed to wear her mama’s wedding gown, but everything fell to shreds when unwrapped.  In her hair the bride wore the only surviving finery--a little bunch of silk flowers.

                                                            

Forty years ago TODAY, their daughter, also a schoolteacher, married her fireman on a hot August afternoon.  (Strapless and sleeveless bridal gowns not acceptable then.)   The locket she wore came from her grandfather's grandmother!
                                                                         

                                                        
 Two kids and two grandkids later...they lived happily-ever-after.

Love from us to you on our special day...

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A beautiful attorney widowed by a foolhardy man...a successful builder vanquishing guilt over his wife's death. Can they rebuild faith and find love enough to give each other and their kids a happy home together?

4 comments:

  1. Happy Anniversary, Tanya. I love learning more about your family.

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  2. Ahhhh, it's so sweet. Tanya, thanks for sharing these wonderful photos. They are truly treasures.
    And Happy Anniversary! What a wonderful way to celebrate.

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  3. What a nice way to talk about your family. Loved it. Happy Anniversary and many more to come.

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  4. Thanks, everybody. We just got in from out of town so I'm slowly ad not very-goodly catching up on things!

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