Memories that Matter
for families, friends, family history and fans.
Curtis Beitans:
The Argus. Melbourne. 8th November 1943.
CLEAVE. - On November 6, at 23 Iona Street,
Black Rock, Mary Harper, relict of the late
William, and loving mother of William, Andrew,
Charles, and Victor, - and Ida ( Mrs. Walton ),
Emma, Eva ( Mrs. Tuck ), Albert ( A.I.F ) all deceased.
Aged 87 years.
Pam Marks:
Back of photo: "Edward Allan Gisburne..age 2 years, 6 months X-mas 1894". Edward is listed in the Rhode Island Births, 1636-1930: parents listed as Edward E. & Nellie W. Gisburne, with date of birth June 14, 1892. In the 1910 US Census Edward is listed living with his grandmother, Catherine Allen in Quincy, MA.
Original photo reunited with family member in San Jose, CA in November, 2008.
THIS IS NOT MY RELATIVE...photo found in an antique shop in Santa Cruz, CA.
Catherine Hosea:
"There is A man of strength,wisdom and a awesome Guide who my mom and her siblings along with Texas Government feared back in the early 1970s his name was Indian Joe who was fighting Government who was trying to steal his land. He no doubt scared my great uncle Skipper POWELL and my uncle Utzi and my mom many others almost to their deaths they told story of. Even houston newspapers and news had him all wrong. I honesty know for fact he is good man. Indian Joe is my spiritual friend who has kept me protected for anytime evil entered my land he made it known to everyone one these men around conroe once you walk inside Unique Lady Kittyz gate you want ever forget oh Indian Joe. Gabriel,Derek,John Weaver and many more men tell you Indian Joe Scared the poop out them. They would never enter inside her gate again. That's why i say he my friend and special to me for he sang a song with the red cardinals that lead me to mystery of mother missing 2yrs. She found and will be going home soon. Indian Joe says he will always keep her protected and the bird's along with the mother ,and him will continue to singing every day at 445am till 7am so her son knows she with him everyday.."
Curtis Beitans:
The Mornington Standard. Victoria. 29th March 1890.
DEATH OF MR. HENRY TUCK OF FLINDERS.
- By the demise of Mr. H. Tuck, which occurred on
St. Patrick's Day, we lose one of the oldest settlers
in the colony, the deceased having been a resident
of the Flinders district for more than half a century;
since the time indeed when Victoria was an integral
part of New South Wales.
Mr. Tuck's licence ( now in the possession of the eldest
son, Mr. Samuel Tuck ), was signed by Charles La Trobe,
Lieut. Governor, bearing date 1846.
Mr. Tuck at that period had a run of over 6000 acres
along the shores of Westernport Bay, this large block
being described in the licence as land adjacent to
Manton's Creek. The aboriginals who then peopled the
country in considerable numbers were not of hostile or
warlike disposition, and it was not found necessary to
deal harshly with them; indeed as a matter of fact they
so humanely treated that they made periodical visits to
Mr. Tuck's dwelling house for food and "baccy."
It will therefore be seen that Mr. Tuck was one of the
earliest pioneers, and he and his family being so well-
known and respected throughout the peninsula we will
give a few particulars respecting the life of one whose
name is assuredly perpetuated, and will ever be associated
with the past and present history of Flinders.
Deceased hailed from Scotland, he having been born on
the Isle of Skye, in the county of Inverness, in the year 1810.
At an early age he went to London and afterwards worked
in the Yarmouth fisheries. He left England in 1830 and came
to Tasmania ( or Van Diemens Land as it was called ), where
he worked as a sawyer on the Huon River and at Esperance
and Oyster Bays.
Ray L:
A Spirited Young Man Who Died Too Young - A very witty man with a strong personality. He loved his father and mother very much. He lived a fast life which is why he was taken from us at 21. Those who knew him were drawn to him by his humor, his personality that makes you feel a connection, and a loyalty to his friends and family.
Randy Day:
Working on my deceased birt father's family tree - My birth Father's legal name was Rufus J. Turner. He and his wife, Viva Dale Turner, were the parents of ten children. My twin sister and I were siblings #9 and 10. At the time of our birth in November 8, 1955, Rufus had left the family and moved to Avon Park, Florida. While there he sent word for us all to come and join him.
However, when we got off the Greyhound bus, he was not there. Later on he did respond to a court order for child support by sending support monies to our oldest sister, and the return address was from somewhere in Texas.
We've traced our ancestry back to England and France on our Mother's side. We also know our Father was full-blooded German. But we have no links or names to any of his parents or ancestors.
If anyone could help me in this quest, I would be very grateful.
Sincerely,
Randy Day
Anita LeNorman:
My grandpa was the best ever! He was sweet, kind and soft spoken, at least until you got him mad. He used to sit with me and tell me stories and would take me hunting with him. I remember him standing outside of the little Baptist church preaching to everyone about smoking and how it would kill you. He died of lung cancer.
What a lovely human being.
Mark Musser:
Mark Musser - I was a friend of Laurie's back while we were both attending LSU Shreveport during the '80s. I last saw her in 1996. We went out a few times, but were mainly friends. I recall her as a kind but somewhat melancholy person. We had lost contact after '97, and I called her mother around 2008 and learned of her passing (in 2006). Rest in Peace, Laurie. I haven't forgotten you.
Diane Annunziata:
My Uncle Dean - My uncle Dean was a very nice man who had a pug named Susie. I remember my uncle telling us that she was going to have puppies. I asked him if we could have one of her puppies and he said we would see and that Christmas we got one of her puppies and named her Heidi.
John Samuel III:
Mom - Not a day goes by I don’t think about you not a moment passes without you crossing my mind as my time comes closer and life keeps ticking by I just hope you’re proud proud of the man I’ve become proud of what I’ve become as I come into this crossroad of my life and this surgery drawing nearer I cling to your memories for strength I cling to your lessons for peace. I love you and miss you
To my favorite person to grace my life to my best fiend to the best thing I’ve ever had
I love you and miss you one day we’ll be reunited until I’ll try the best I can
James Calhoun:
In Loving Memory of my mother… - It’s hard to find the right words for someone who gave so much of herself to others. My mother had a way of making people feel seen, heard, and cared for—often before they even knew they needed it. Her strength was quiet but constant, and her kindness never wavered, even during her own hardest days.
She had a generous heart, a sharp wit, and a gift for lifting others up. She was proud of her family, loyal to her friends, and graceful in all things.
Though she’s no longer with us, her love lives on in the lives she touched. I miss her deeply, but I carry her with me every day.