Have you ever thought about your family tree?
My sister, Tammy, and I were talking about our father’s mother, who I had never met, and she found a picture of her on the internet, along with a few others.
The blond girl is our grandmother, Verna Smothers.
I am the oldest of our Dad’s children. Although I am the only child of Willam Brooks and Neva June Askew, I have six brothers and sisters. Two are from one union and four are from another.
I did not see our Dad after my sixth birthday and had never heard of his mom and our grandmother.
This is a photo of William Brooks and Verna Smothers, who are our father’s parents.
This is a photo of our grandmother and grandfather and our dad in the middle.
I can vividly remember our grandfather, Brooks, visiting our home, in Sauk Village outside Chicago, when I was probably three or four years old.
Accompanying grandpa Brooks was his mother and our great grandmother, who was a Cherokee Indian, and his sister, Lois, who my mom was very fond of.
They all lived in California…although our Dad was originally from the town of Ashley in Southern Illinois.
Here is Dad and his three sisters and father. The girls seem very happy…but he does not?
Dad was a World War II Veteran and he worked as a mechanic on Semi-Trucks…the big rigs.
I remember Dad loving to ride his Harley Davidson motorcycle and wear his leather motorcycle jacket and his motorcycle hat.
My Mom told me that he often carried a gun…but did not have a concealed carry license or permit.
I remember riding between Dad and Mom on the Harley and the wind blowing and we seemed to be riding very fast and I was a little scared.
A photo of Dad’s Dad. I think that they may have been a little adventuresome?
I have communicated with my sisters, Tammy and Jolene and my brother Brock, and they all are excited about Tammy discovering these awesome pictures
We hope to find out more about the mystery…who was our father!
‘A group of blind men heard that a strange animal, called an elephant, had been brought to the town, but none of them were aware of its shape and form. Out of curiosity, they said: ‘We must inspect and know it by touch, of which we are capable.’ So they sought it out, and when they found it they groped about it. In the case of the first person, whose hand landed on the trunk, said ‘This being is like a thick snake.’ For another one whose hand reached its ear, it seemed like a kind of fan. As for another person, whose hand was upon its’ leg, said, the elephant is a pillar like a tree-trunk. The blind man who placed his hand upon it’s side said, ‘elephant is a wall.’ Another who felt its’ tail, described it as a rope. The last felt its’ tusk, stating the elephant is that which is hard, smooth and like a spear.’ Blind Men and an Elephant, Wikipedia