My dad at his grandparents' Abbeville, SC house, ca. 1946. His grandpa can be seen on the porch.
Tag: Medlock
Seashells and Sunshine
My grandma loved the beach. She could spend hours looking for seashells. According to my aunt, grandma was really good at finding whole shells of all sizes. She kept some of these in glass containers around her house. I also remember a seashell wreath as well as prints of beach dunes and the battery in … Continue reading Seashells and Sunshine
Photo: On a Jet Plane
Bettye (DuPre) Medlock with her children and siblings at the Greenville, SC airport, ca. 195*. Bettye and her children were on their way to join Henry Medlock in Puerto Rico. Doesn't my grandma and her children look nice, all dressed up for their flight to Puerto Rico? Air travel sure has changed over the years.
Cranberry Salad
Growing up, we spent most of our Christmases with my paternal Grandma, usually at her house in Clemson, South Carolina, but occasionally she'd come to visit us. Christmas at Grandma's house included extended family, gifts in colorful paper under the tree, heirloom ornaments, stockings handmade by Grandma, and yummy food. So many images and sensations … Continue reading Cranberry Salad
Dear Harvester
Henry Townes Medlock grew up on a farm. He worked alongside his father and older brother on the family farm in Meriweather, Edgefield County, South Carolina. Records indicate that it was a modest farm with a few farm animals that produced butter and eggs and the family harvested corn, oats, wheat, cotton, and peas. As … Continue reading Dear Harvester
Mistaken
Martha Ellen Settle, my 2nd great-grandmother, was born 7 October 1849 to Edward Horace Settle and Parthenia Thurmond in Edgefield, South Carolina. Her mother died when she was 7 years old and, by 1860, her father had left the state, leaving Martha and her three younger siblings with their maternal grandmother, Eleanor DeLaughter Thurmond. Martha … Continue reading Mistaken
Like Father, Like Son
At some point in college, I discovered these two photos. I was tickled by their similarities: both of them sitting in offices looking directly at the camera with their dark hair, high foreheads, and young faces. I had copies made, framed them together, and displayed it on my dresser. It also shows a glimpse at … Continue reading Like Father, Like Son
