Showing posts with label Maxon Morris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Maxon Morris. Show all posts

Sunday, January 10, 2021

Sentimental Sunday - The Colemans

This week marks the back-to-back anniversaries of the deaths of several members of my Coleman relatives. Reba and Minnie were my maternal grandfather's cousins. Their mothers were sisters: Mary Frances Jollett Davis and Emma Jollett Coleman.

12th – Reba Coleman Morris

Reba Hildred Coleman Morris
(29 July 1896 - 12 Jan 1994)

13th – Reba’s older sister Minnie Coleman Maiden

Minnie Virginia Coleman Maiden
(31 May 1888 - 13 Jan 1981)

14th – Reba’s baby boy Maxon Morris

Maxon Coleman Morris
29 Nov 1914 - 14 Jan 1915)

Wendy

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Thursday, December 8, 2011

Sepia Saturday: Mother and Child

Sepia Saturday challenges bloggers to share family history through old photographs.




This week’s Sepia Saturday challenge is a simple photo of mother and child.  If there’s a prize for “the most similar photo,” then I should win!




Just look.  Little boys are on the left and the mothers are on the right.  Both women are wearing a hat. 

This is my maternal grandfather’s cousin Reba Coleman Morris (1896-1994) and one of her sons, but I’m not sure which.  I’ll guess it’s James Mitchell Morris, Jr. who was born in 1924.  Reba’s son Maxon lived only a year, but this child appears older than that. 

Most of my grandparents’ cousins are only vague memories, but Reba is vivid because of one questionable decision she made.  One of our relatives in Shenandoah, Virginia, had died.  It was a 4-hour drive to Shenandoah for the funeral, so Reba asked if she could ride with my parents.  Sure, come on.  The morning of the funeral, Reba announced she was going to the beauty parlor to get a permanent.  I don't know if she didn't think about the time required for a perm or if she didn't care, but as you can no doubt guess, she missed the funeral.  Grandma was furious and fussed about Reba for months afterwards and then forever.  “Going all that way just to get your hair done. Hrmph.”

It’s so ridiculous – what can you do but laugh?