Sunday, June 21, 2015

Save the trees--please!

Mike is always going on about the terrible things that will happen if people don't stop wasting the earth's precious resources. Right now the destruction of forests is high on his hitlist. He fusses about the cutting down of trees to make paper that mostly ends up as junk mail, giftwrap, grocery store coupons, and political posters. He says it's better to plant trees than to destroy them, as their leaves take in huge amounts of a harmful greenhouse gas called carbon dioxide, while giving off life-sustaining oxygen for us to breath.

I'm with him a hundred percent on this. In fact, here is an even worse consequence of a tree shortage that he seems to have overlooked:

RESULT OF A TREE SHORTAGE

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Our Lost Cousin Leonore - TBT

Mike's mom--my Grandma Grace--had a first cousin she never knew. Her name was Leonore Miller. M says "first cousin" means they each had a parent who were siblings. ("Siblings" are sort of like litter mates, only usually not with the same birthday.) He also says that since Grandma and Leonore are first cousins, he and Leonore are "first cousins once removed." The reason Grandma never knew her is that Leonore died in 1919, five years before Grandma was born.

Let me try to give you the executive summary on this: M's mother's mom was Gladys Neeld McElvy, who was born in August of 1899. She is the baby in this 1901 Neeld Family portrait:

WILLIAM NEELD FAMILY 1901 TBT

Leonore's mom was Katie Neeld Miller, the family's second-oldest child, who was born in March of 1880--over 19 years before Gladys. She's in the top-right of the picture. Katie's only child, Leonore was born in March of 1902, so she was less than three years younger than her Aunt Gladys. The two girls grew up to be best friends and didn't really think of each other as aunt and niece.

On October 27, 1919, when she was a 17-year-old high school senior, Leonore died after a short illness. Gladys was devastated. When her first baby (Grandma Grace's sister) was born in 1921, she named her Evelyn Leonore McElvy. For a few decades there were many family members who loved and remembered Leonore, but by now they, too, have all died. None of the Neelds born after 1919 ever knew her, and sadder still, most of the ones living today have never even heard of her. The purpose of today's "Throwback Thursday" post is to try to remedy that situation a little bit.

When M's mom died, one of the treasures he found among her belongings was Aunt Kate's old photograph album. Grandma Grace had gotten it from her mom, Gladys, who had gotten it from her sister, Leonore's mother. The album is very beat up and falling apart, and many of the people in the pictures are not identified. But some of the ones of Leonore are identified--including one of her and her BFF, Gladys, lying in the grass beside the Millers' house at 802 West Henry Avenue, in Tampa (see below).

Mike also found Leonore's obituary online. It was published in a St. Petersburg newspaper, The Evening Independent, on October 29, 1919. We present that obituary here, along with several of the album photos, as a tribute to our "lost Leonore."

Note: Click on the picture to enlarge it. Then to make it even bigger (assuming you're using a PC): (1) right-click on the preview enlargement, (2) select "View Image," and (3) left-click the resulting picture. (Or you can just put on your glasses.)

LEONORE MILLER OBITUARY TBT

Two minor points: First, the obituary refers to Leonore as a student at "the Tampa high school." Technically that school--the only high school in Hillsborough County in 1919--was called Hillsborough County High School until 1927, when H. B. Plant High School opened. The north Tampa school was then renamed Hillsborough High School. Second, the obit says the cause of Leonore's death was typhoid fever. But Grandma Grace told Mike she thought it could instead have been part of the Spanish flu pandemic, which ran from early 1918 to the end of 1920.

On Tuesday, October 28th, Leonore was buried in Royal Palm Cemetery South, St. Petersburg. Here is her grave:

LEONORE MILLER GRAVE TBT

When I learned all these details about Leonore, it made me think back to the big Neeld Family portrait we featured twice last month (April 23rd and April 30th ). Something about it struck me as odd at the time, and now I know what it was. Dogs can tell a great deal about people by watching their "body language" and paying special attention to their eyes. Here is that picture again:

WILLIAM P. NEELD FAMILY PORTRAIT 1924 TBT

As you might recall, it was taken by Burgert Brothers, the well-known Tampa archivists, on Saturday, May 24, 1924. The mother and baby in the very center are Gladys Neeld McElvy and 11-week-old Elsie Grace McElvy (M's mom). Notice that all of the grown-ups and most of the kids are looking at or toward the camera. A few are even trying to smile. (M says that smiling in family portraits wasn't too popular until about the middle of the century.) Next, focus on the man and woman standing just behind Gladys and baby Grace. They are Leonore's parents, Max and Katie Neeld Miller. The house in the background is their home on West Henry. It is the same house where their beloved only child died five years before. Now look closely at Uncle Max:

MILLER MCELVY NEELD 1924 TBT

Any dog will back me up on this: Uncle Max's crossed arms and bowed head speak volumes. They say that despite the joy of being in the company of 37 family members, all gathered to celebrate a 50th wedding anniversary, he's still grieving for the one who isn't there.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Didn't we just have a Memorial Day?

Well, let's have another!

GRACE MCELVY & GEORGE BOYD JR.

Happy birthday, Grandpa!
I still miss you, Grandma!

Love,
Buddy

Monday, May 25, 2015

Memorial Day

I borrowed this from my Memorial Day post of 2010. What the heck--it was a good idea then, and it's just as good in 2015:

I think we should take a few minutes today to honor our brave service men and women who throughout the years have died defending our freedoms. What awesome sacrifice! While we're at it we should also appreciate the millions more who fought for us but were lucky enough not to die. Mike found this video of the United States Army Field Band and Soldiers' Chorus performing their famous "Armed Forces Salute" at the Rehoboth Beach Bandstand several years ago. In it they play and sing the official songs of each service branch: "Anchors Aweigh" for the Navy, "Off We Go Into the Wild Blue Yonder" for the Air Force, "The Marines' Hymn" for the Marine Corps, "Semper Paratus" for the Coast Guard, and "The Army Goes Rolling Along" for the Army. During each song, audience members with a personal connection to that branch stand up and receive a salute from the band's commander. It's a pretty moving piece. I hope you enjoy it and that it brings to mind loved ones of yours who have served in the United States armed forces--and especially those who laid down their lives. (For the full-format version at YouTube, go here.)



PS - Mike says that video has special significance for him because he grew up being a "Field Band groupie," attending many of their concerts over the years. M's dad--my Grandpa George--fought in World War II with the 3rd Infantry Division and in the late 1940s was a member of the Army Field Band (then known as the Army Ground Forces Band) at Ft. Meade, MD. He played clarinet and was also the band's first drum major. Here is a poster advertising one of the band's 1947 concerts. The picture in it was made from a photograph of Grandpa George.


SFC GEORGE E. BOYD JR. 1947

Makes a pup proud!