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Coming Home

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A couple of weeks ago, I ran across a community page on Facebook entitled "I remember when...Orrick, MO." I have little to add to the community posts other than stories from my Mom and flash memories of one visit when I was six. This past week, those of who remember when the Beatle's first appearance on the Ed Sullivan Show was not a re-run have been talking about restoring some of the town's historic buildings through fundraisers, or maybe just get together with some homemade fried chicken, potato salad and watermelon and share stories.

From William E. Paulson in his 1975 memoir: Orrick as I Remeber...Plus 

"The Orrick picnic was really the event of the year. To many it was considered "Homecoming Days." Natives or former residents of the community would come for miles for the event. Charles Ross at Huntington, West Virginia would wait to apply for his annual vacation until such time as the picnic dates had been announced. For years the picnic was held …

Long Road Home

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I just returned from a trip to Dayton to visit the kids. Actually, the trip was a three-fer. Visiting the kids was my top priority, but to get to Dayton from here, I had to drive northish and then eastish. Likewise, the return trip meant driving southish then westish and so I thought I'd swing by Richmond, Missouri on the way there and do a little research at the Ray County Museum and Louisville, Kentucky on the way back to meet some distant cousins.
There's no easy way to get to Richmond and once you arrive, there's no easy way to find the Museum. So I asked for directions.

"Well, it's just off the square." Okay, where's the square. "You see that hill? Just follow the school bus and turn left." Luckily, there were signs posted with arrows pointing to the fair grounds and the museum or I'd still be driving in circles.

The museum was once the Ray County poor house and contained artifacts donated by the area's first families: civil war uni…

William Leon Hicks

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My grandparents made pretty babies. I've always thought the Hicks family were a handsome lot. Uncle Bill in particular.

William Leon Hicks passed away in his sleep March 23, 2013; he would have been 90 this September. I'll miss the way he giggled when recanting family tales and the way his eyes danced. I say my thanks for having really gotten to meet him two years ago and kick myself for not having gone for a visit sooner. We tell ourselves that there's always time.

I spent some time this morning reading my past posts and realized that I'd not properly introduced my mother's family other than through the odd story. So here goes.

Tillman Hicks was born 03 November 1894 in Cosby, Cocke County, Tennessee to James Wiley Hicks and Laura Jane Dennis. He married my grandmother, Fleda Frances Dudgeon 17 September 1921 in Richmond, Ray County, Missouri. Frances was the daughter of Thurman Emerson Dudgeon of Ireland, Taylor County, Kentucky and Julia Ann Pigg of Orrick, Ray…

Richard Parker

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I rather like punctuation marks. Like signposts, they guide the reader through the written word: the colon indicates a list ahead, the comma separates each item in the list and the period affirms that the sentence and the reader have arrived at their destination.

Research comes with its own unique punctuation. Oftentimes, clues will generate new paths separated by time, location and events. And when that research yields a new personal story, the affirmation rings ta da! as I put a period next to another branch on my tree.

Then there's the question mark. Question marks tempt you with a period only after winding through false clues and half truths until even your arrival leaves you unsure.  I think most researchers yearn for a good ta da.

One of my friends asked recently if I were going to continue the blog now that I've found Ellen. I don't know that the blog is as much about Ellen as it is about the journey to find her. Ellen has taught me to reach out to strangers and ask…