Borninabarn

Wondering if anyone...knows who bought the old scrapbooks at the auction earlier this year...hoping :-)

They were my Great Aunt and Uncle....so you live in the trailer by the house

Do you mean these Duttry's

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William (Bus), George and Clair Harvey taken about 1927

More from Gelnett...

Yes it would have been nice...but it wasn't supposed to be...we tried

Keen's and a little part of my Gramma's scrapbook

The school was built by my Husbands Great Grand Father "Thomas Edward Keen"and his wife "Susan Jane (Pass) Keen"....his Grand Father went there and so did my Grand Mother .... and many many more.....

Who are "WE" and why would you want to tear it down...it was a brick building...and Could have been restored if you cared about it like my family did

It was not like the Wilson Building...It was a one room school house with a slate roof....very small and no water damage or anything else...my aunt wanted to buy it and restore it...but like everything else in this area with any kind of History it was tore down for NO GOOD REASON !!!

No...someone tore it down for NO good reason

Tell me more please ....

Gelnett school was on what they now call home camp road....just a few miles out side of Du Bois..

Do you know anything about the first picture?

Thanks...I had found these years ago also...Looking for new ones...I know there out there...but Thank You Again

any and all...I wish this town was still here...Thank you so much

Wondering if anyone has any pictures of Helvetia

Yes we need them bigger...lol...and do you have info of who what where and when ?

New one...

Hummingbird Moth's....I watch them All the time

I have had what they call a"Humming Bird Moth" eating the flowers off mine ...they come out at night an only seem to eat the flowers...if you check them out on line it won't say they eat the flowers....but....I have watched them do it for the last two years...they also like my petunias.

Story Tellers The Story Tellers We are the chosen. My feelings are in each family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors. To put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve. To me, doing geneology is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the story tellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called as it were by our genes. Those who have gone before cry out to us: Tell our story. So, we do. In finding them, we somehow find ourselves. How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors you have a wonderful family you would be proud of us? How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say. It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who am I and why do I do the things I do? It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and indifference and saying I can't let this happen. The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it. It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish. How they contributed to what we are today. It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family. It goes to deep pride that they fought to make and keep us a Nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. That we might be born who we are. That we might remember them. So we do. With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are them and they are us. So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my family. It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer the call and take their place in the long line of family storytellers. That, is why I do my family geneology, and that is what calls those young and old to step up and put flesh on the bones. Unknown Author

Beautiful...the Harvey's are smiling down

Hope to be there !