Aunt Janie's Lime Pickles

While scanning recipes from my mother's collection, I came across the handwritten recipe received from my Great-Aunt Opal (Grindstaff).  She wrote that the recipe is "Aunt Janie's"  I think Aunt Janie married into the Harrison line.

Three Generations, 1870 - John B. Hardin, Sarah Stoner, Lydia Harrison

1870 Federal Census
Bethlehem Twp., Clark Co., Indiana
ancestry.

Dwelling/Family #142 and 143 contain three generations of my family:  4xGreat-Grandfather John B. Hardin, his daughter, my 3xGreat-Grandmother, Sarah Stoner, and his granddaughter, my 2xGreat-Grandmother, Lydia Harrison.

John B. Hardin is 81 years old. His widowed daughter Sarah Stoner is keeping the house for her father and her four youngest children, Thomas, James W., Ursula, and Joseph A. Stoner.  Sarah's husband Andrew James Stoner died 21 May 1864 in Nashville, Tennessee while serving in the Union Army.   Also living in the household is John's son Thomas Hardin.  I presume Joseph H. Hardin is John B. Hardin's grandson but I don't think he is Thomas Hardin's son.  Possibly, Joseph H. Hardin, age 8, is the son of John B. Hardin's son, Joseph, born About 1828.

The following enumerated family is William Henry Harrison and his wife Lydia (Stoner) Harrison.  Lydia is the daughter of Andrew James and Sarah (Hardin) Stoner.  The three children listed are Andrew, Sarah, and Malinda.

Poetry by Opal Grindstaff McGuire

My maternal great-aunt, Opal Evelyn (Grindstaff) McGuire was a poet.  She has three poems published in The Spring Anthology 1938 published by The Mitre Press, London.  My copy of this Anthology was a gift from Opal to her mother, Anna Belle (Harrison) Hoffert.  The first poem The Tinker was inspired by Opal's son, Alvin.  Betty was written about my grandmother, Opal's younger sister, who was living in Brown's Mills, New Jersey.

To My Mother
Christmas 1938
Life gives us but the empty hours.
Love, gives the blossoming of flowers.
To live, the blossoms need the dew
And my life needs the love of you.
Opal McGuire

Betty
She lives simply in her northern woods,
Each peaceful hour,
Until her life seems quite a part of them.
Unlike a flower,
That, with the blush of dawn awakens
To blossom fair;
Bright shades the tender bud of life
Held dormant there;
But as a violet blooming by a brook,
Sweet and serene,
Womanly, motherly in her grace,
A reigning queen.

Opal McGuire

Opal (Grindstaff) McGuire

Wilbur Dunbar Grindstaff and Anna Belle Harrison

My grandmother's natural parents.  Photos recently found.

 

Happy Mother's Day, 2014

Happy Mother's Day!  These are some of my female ancestors in photos.



My mother.

 

 

 

 



4xGreat-Grandmother
Susannah (Dice) Rodenberger