This is the text to an email that went to the family email list and will also be posted on Facebook. NOTE: it is posted using the quick and easy blogging from the front page of the website. No techie stuff needed. Continue reading
(originally posted July 15, 2005 — and everything in that post is still true in 2017)
The site is new. I hope that everyone will try out all the features, poke around, let your fingers and mouse do some walking and give me feedback on places you have problems or questions, ask for help, make suggestions, mention what you like, etc.
Use the feedback link in the left column.
All of the functions are working except for forums. It’s not something I can fix so have to wait for the developers to get on it. (Forums now fixed). I think you’ll especially like the Photo Galleries and to watch the Family Tree grow as people add information.
Now that the Forums function is working again, please put any comments, questions, squaks, gripes, whatever, in the Forum “All About this Site.”
2017 Postscript: We’re still looking for YOUR contributions. Your stories, your photos, and family documents. Feedback is still encouraged. The links are to the 2017 versions of the same functions (e.g. photos) as before. The purpose of this site is to gather the family information in one place. Mike White has a tremendous amount of photos and documents that we will be adding. But we really need YOUR stories. The oral tradition of family history is gone. Here is your chance.
There is even a super simple way to add your own blog entry right off of the home page.
This is fun. I did the DNA test from ancestry.com. I’ve posted it on my page. Scroll down. It’s interesting. I encourage you to do it. I’m going to share it via email and you can get a discount on the test.
As you know, Mike has been digitizing photos and writings of, about and from the family. I am beginning to make use of that cache by pulling photos from the dropbox where Mike is organizing those materials.
As an example of what you can do in sprucing up the pages of family members — right down to yourself and your immediate family — is on the Arthur page. Make our ancestors come back alive!
Photos by Gil and by Robert Atkinson
(originally posted Jul 15, 2005)
I hope that everyone will reminisce a bit. It comes more naturally with age, but then so does forgetfulness. If you have fond memories, it might be best to write them down now.
My first trip to Jones Valley was when I was about eight years of age, as I recall. That’s been a while now. I went with my grandparents, Guilford and Jeannette. My cousin Mike (Michael Merriman) was along and I think his sister Jeannette may also have been but I’m not sure. I do recall distinctly, and with some relief at the time, that my own sister, Janet, was not there. Continue reading
(originally posted Apr 3, 2006 by Leslie Pulliam)
Virginia E Schubert (Miriam Virginia Eisenlohr Schubert), 83, died peacefully on Thursday March 17th, 2006. She lived in Charleston, South Carolina for the last 16 years of her life. She and her husband, Bill, last lived at Bishop Gadsden on James Island. Virginia was born in Dallas, Texas on February 1, 1923. She grew up in Texas and Oklahoma City and graduated from the University of Oklahoma. She married William Schubert. They celebrated their 51st wedding anniversary before he died in 1999.
Virginia and Bill were willing to go where his work required and lived in many areas of the United States while raising their three children. They believed in the value of travel and experiencing other cultures. After retirement they remained committed to sharing their skills and were involved in service work in Zimbabwe, Russia and Charleston.
Virginia ably assisted her husband in his successful business ventures and their many community contributions. She was a tennis player extraordinaire well into her seventies and was a founder of Burke County Hospice and Palliative Care.
Virginia was the proud grandmother of five grandchildren and was an active part of their lives even at a distance. She believed in using her gifts and talents to better the lives of others and has left this legacy to her children. She was always ready to help where she could and shared her sense of humor with everyone she met. She will be deeply missed by many who knew her quick wit and courage.
The family will hold a private service at First Scots Presbyterian Church.
Memorials may be sent to:
Burke Hospice and Palliative Care
1721 Enon Road
Valdese, NC 28690
First (Scots) Presbyterian Church
(Haitian Education Fund)53 Meeting Street
Charleston, SC 29401
(originally posted Jul 1, 2006. This was a stop on the Valley for the reunion which was the start of a 3-week motorcycle trip through the Northwest and Western U.S. on the trusty R1100RT BMW, which I still have in 2017 as this blog is being re-posted on the new site)
Date of this writing: Saturday, July 01, 2006 7:16 AM
Riding date: Day No. 2
Location: Still in Jones Valley — on the occasion of the 85th family
Last night while all tucked snugly in the tent on top of the sleeping
bag (you see, it’s a down-filled mummybag that is rated to something
below 0!) I was surrounded by sounds and, even in the dark of the night,
sights. The rain fly was still safely tucked away in the bike trailer as
there was not even a hint of rain. Had it rained on me I would simply
have taken credit for bringing it in. Thus the “roof” of the tent was
open to the almost clear night sky and the stars were surrounded by the
sounds of locusts, crickets, small frogs, and occasionally the throaty
croak of a bullfrog.
For all I could see were the stars above and the only sounds were those
of the forest night. Moonless, the night allowed the stars their
resplendent glow. The senses then wrapped those sounds around the stars
and I was immersed fully into it.
Not far away, just over at the dining hall, the “young people” (that
would be the 20 and 30 somethings) were getting reacquainted and making
the memories for the tails they will spin when they, like I, venture
into their 60’s. I recall my own gatherings with cousins I hardly knew.
Those particular cousins I cannot now recall but new family
acquaintances have been made since my 39 year reunion hiatus which was
broken in 1998. I still recall having arrived on a motorcycle (the 1998
Harley Wide Glide) and the wonderment by some of the family at this new
arrival, a motorcycle-riding judge! Huh? Incongruous they thought.
This morning started with a brisk walk of about two miles. It’s about
70, maybe even a little cooler. The sky is clear and the birds are in
full voice as the world slowly awakens. I walk by the family cemetery
and say a quiet thanks to those who have preceded us and who made this
wonderful place where we have gathered for 85 years. As I write, the
sounds and smells of bacon frying and the warm coffee in my cup tell me
the morning is moving toward the day. Hunger pangs strike when I let it.
Will the food never get done?