Poppy's Front Porch - in the Missouri Ozarks

Poppy's Front Porch - in the Missouri Ozarks
This photo was taken in 1949. My cousins and I remember the porch after our grandfather walled it in, added a door and big screen windows.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Happy Father's Day 2013 - a short and different blog

Happy Father's Day to anyone reading this who is a father...or who has celebrated with his or her father today!

It's become a tradition for me to write a Father's Day blog entry, so I thought I'd do something a bit different this year.  For those who don't know, one of my big passions is genealogy.  For many years I've been fascinated by this treasure hunt, not to mention all the enjoyment I've gotten looking at old letters, old photos, and retelling old family stories.  Now, I've not neglected my maternal line, but here's something for my dad, his dad, and so on.

I've done some research on my paternal line, and one thing I did for interest and amusement was commit these first names to memory.

So, I am,
Robert, son of
Albert, son of
Harry, son of
Jacob, son of
Isaac, son of
John, son of
Isaac, son of
Henry, son of
John, son of
Philip, son of
Thomas, son of
Thomas, son of
John, son of
John.

And that John Wingate is as far back as I've been able to go so far; he was born in Scotland in 1602.  I still think Wingate is basically an English name (there is a town of Wingate in northern England, near Durham), and some branches of the Wingate's moved to Scotland.  Or it's possible my family is more Scottish than I think.

Anyway, my line came through Scotland, back to England briefly (one of the Thomas'es I think, though I'd have to look that up), then across the Atlantic to Maryland, Delaware, then Ohio.  My Dad was raised in Ohio and Michigan, and came to Missouri to work as a pilot for TWA in 1942.

Now what I ought to do is follow this up in a few days with some scanned photos of my Dad.  Maybe I can find one of him in his TWA uniform.