Gail Winstanley's Blog (3)

We've all been there I know, that ugly ole brick wall must have a billion head dents in it from where we have all hit our heads over and over, trying to push through, burrow under, climb over, whatever it took to get to the next level. Finding that one illusive puzzle piece that will unlock the secrets of the next generation back. The thrill of the chase, the incredible reward of looking at an old record, finding a letter in the back of a forgotten book, having a name leap out at you and take… Continue

In celebration of what would have been her 100th birthday, I would like to share with all of you a part of who my maternal grandmother was. The original of this is posted on my my web site along with additional pictures of this remarkable woman I called Gram for 47 years.





In Remembrance



On May 18, 2003, after a very long and wonderful life, our Grammy,



Mildred Reid Buckingham Dix



passed… Continue

For years, this picture had haunted my father. Two of the figures he knew quite well, one was his aunt, the sparkling and witty Fanny as a teenager standing next to her mother, his grandmother, but the other two were total strangers. The only clue we had was the phrase written on the back of the picture in his father's handwriting that simply stated, "Mom and Aunt Sara". He'd discovered the photos while cleaning out my grandmother's apartment… Continue