This is a continuing blog thread on my ancestor, David Edgar Chase and the on-going answers I find on the mystery of his death at age 47 in 1900 by a self-inflicted gunshot wound. To read my first entry on David, click here. What we do know about David is that from 1887 to 1890…
#RootsTech is running a Photo Story Competition and I feel like I could fill up my blog with past and present photos. Here is the latest. This grainy, creased photo could tell a hundred stories. It was 1978. My youngest brother had finally gotten his life together and joined the Air Force. He was stationed in New Jersey…
#RootsTech is running a Photo Story Competition and I feel like I could fill up my blog with past and present photos. I’ll be sharing more, but here is one. My grandmother, Jeanette, always compared herself to her older sister, Merah. She wrote in her journal, “Merah was small and dainty and I was chubby and plain looking….
When we would go to Buba’s house at 34 Lewis Road in Swampscott, there wasn’t a heck of a lot for a little girl to do around all these grown-ups. Sometimes my siblings were with me but, surprisingly, I don’t have a lot of memories of being there with them. I would bring my Barbies…
As an intern at Entertainment Tonight in the summer of 1986, I had the thrill of walking on the Paramount Studio lot every day. If you read my previous post about going out for this internship, I did, indeed get it. So as I told my mother, I would be back home in 3 months….
My time in elementary school was one of the very most happiest days of my life. I attended John F. Kennedy school on Park Avenue in Windsor for grades K-6. We lived on Diana Lane and I was a “walker.” My earliest memories of Kennedy was walking with my mother up Diana Lane and meeting…