For my grandson, who would like to know where he came from.
Children of the 20th Century
Parents- Roy E. Nickerson— Feb 28, 1882
Mary N. Smith— Aug 16, 1881
Married Aug 20, 1902
Blanche Edna– Dec 28, 1903
Thelma Helena– Sept 25, 1905
Harold Ray– Oct 1906 died in infancy
Bruce Henry– Jan 6, 1907
Ruth Alice– Dec 28, 1909
Evelyn Gladys–Sept 7, 1914
Margaret Jesse– Dec 20, 1915
Lois Jean– Oct 28, 1917 died in drowning accident
Helen Josephine –July 13, 1919
Sidney Warren– Nov 24, 1920
Marian Avis– Feb 2, 1922
Most graduated from high school in Michigan. None went to college.
Notable achievements for the remaining boys are that they served in the Army during WWII. Bruce was in Germany at the end, Sydney as an MP in the Panama Canal Zone.
Bruce worked the rest of his life in the auto industry, married late, and had no children.
All the girls married, had children, only one divorce.
Cancer took those that did not have heart failure. One brother died in his trailer and was not discovered for a week.
When the parents of these early twentieth Century children were first married, they spent the honeymoon and early months at a lumber camp in Northern Michigan, earning a living by Mary being the cook, and Roy cutting timber.
It was said that Roy was away on business working for a rich relative that he only came home in time to get Mary pregnant.
From the spacing of these babies, I think there was a sigh of relief when menopause rolled around and Mary could get away from dirty diapers.
The youngest, Marian hardly remembers her older sisters, in that they were out working by the time she was born. She remembers my Mom, Ruth for the fact that when Ruth visited she had little gifts for the baby of the family.
How hard it must have been to raise children with no modern conveniences like hot running water.
The hand pump in the kitchen and the reeking outhouse made life a bit arduous, and my Mom resented her older sister Edna because she was allowed to go out after dinner on dates, while my Mom got stuck with the dinner dishes.
In large farm families this is always the routine; the older girls get stuck helping to raise the younger siblings and running the household chores. My Mom hated the farm chores the most, and having to pull the green caterpillars off the potato plants.
Pictures show that there was a horse to ride around on, but having a brood of children from infancy to 19 proves there was not much money or time for frivolity.
I think my grandmother deserves more appreciation and a medal for valor.
According to family lore, my grandfather Roy was irascible in his later years, used a cane for walking, but also to snag a passing grandchild around the neck to reel it in.
As to them all being together in the afterlife as one cousin put it on Facebook, I hardly think that is the case.
With two siblings missing early on, and the age range so great that the youngest had not much to do with the oldest, with all the girls marrying and scattering, how can one come to the conclusion that they are “all together”?
The only thing that they are together in is the state of nothing.
I know that I do not want to be “together “with my siblings! (Shudders)