I was born in Georgia and for most of my life, my relatives consisted of my mother’s family. My grandparents came from the Wilkinson and James lines, and married folks named Philpott, Johnston, . Edwards, Potts, Cravey, Hammond and Andrews. About twenty years ago, my oldest daughter gave me a book of memorabilia on our family, including verbal history from my aunt regarding how our family came to Georgia etc. That got me started on the family genealogy and I’ve had a lot of fun with it.

I didn’t know a great deal about my father, but about the same time discovered I had half-siblings I had never known about. That opened up an entire new family for me and now we are all sharing our interwoven lives.

My cousins, Linda Copas and Jerry Hamm, have decided it will be fun to create written memorials to our family members and they have joined me in writing stories about our relatives who have passed on.

Researching the past gives you such an insight into what’s happening in our lives today.  It lets us know that not much happens that hasn’t happened before, to one degree or another.

For all of our technological advances and the multitudes of toys our society enjoys, I can’t help but wonder if we aren’t missing out on the simple pleasures our ancestors enjoyed, which involved interpersonal group activities – singing on the veranda or porch at night, family members playing instruments for one another, buggy rides in the countryside, dances that involved all ages.

One thing that is happening is unique. Our society grows more compartmentalized with the use of more and more electronic devices. Already the inability of the younger generation to communicate well IN PERSON is shocking.

So, I hope you enjoy my journey backwards, as I discover the people who gave me my characteristics, both stremgths and weaknesses.  Getting to know them better has made me feel wonderful.

I was born here in Georgia, where my ancestors settled as early as 1806, but I have lived all over the country. On my father’s side of the family, our ancestors came from upstate New York and were native American. They distinguished themselves over and over and I have been made proud to carry their blood and tell their stories.