My Scottish/Irish Roots

My dad’s side of my family came from Ireland and Scotland, so I have roots there!  This is a picture of my great-grandparents, William and Jane (Ramsey) Williamson, and their son, Andrew Stuart Williamson. William & Jennie Williamson (2) Actually, this picture was taken after they came to America. Andrew was born in Seaford, Delaware. He, eventually, became my grandfather! But going back further we can find out a little more about William and Jane in Ireland.

William’s family lived in Scotland where he was born in 1817. The family moved to Ireland while William was still a boy. They settled in or near Belfast. William became a baker.

Jane Ramsey was born in 1827 in or near Belfast. William and Jane met and were married in 1850. They had a baby girl, Mabel. I have no dates for Mabel, but she lived only a short time and was buried in a cemetery somewhere around Belfast.

The ‘great potato famine’ hit Ireland and hundreds of families left to make new lives in America. Heartbroken, William and Jane left Mabel in her grave and in 1864 boarded a ship for America. They lived first in Seaford, Delaware, where Jane gave birth to their second baby, Andrew Stewart, on September 22, 1865. When Andrew was a year old they made their way west to Iowa, where other family members had settled. William and Jane had two more children, William and Jenny.

William and Jane had moved from Iowa to Nebraska. Jane died and was buried in Bayard, Nebraska. Jane Ramsey Williamson (2)

William returned to Iowa and died in 1902. Grave of William Williamson (2)


Andrew grew up and married Rose Williams. They had seven children. Six children are pictured here with Rose and Andrew. Bessie, Floyd, Eva, Claude, Rose, Roy, Andrew, and Louis.

Scan_Pic0032Scan_Pic0108                                                    One more son joined the family on December 22, 1909.                                                         The youngest, Glen Edgar, shown here, became my father! So there, you now have a short version of my Scottish/Irish roots!


Veterans Day

US Flag  The one day of the year that we set aside and remember to honor our veterans. Those in my family are: Nick Antoine (2)  Nick Antoine;  Scan_Pic0170  Jerry Archer;    Scan_Pic0165  Sean Banford;  ????????????  Roger Bebeau; FullSizeRender (93)  Chuck Gray;  Scan_Pic0054  Louis Williamson;  Scan_Pic0168  Richard Williamson; Scan_Pic0159  Woody Williamson;  Ed Woollard, Vet  Ed Woollard.

Thank you so much for all you did for all of us.

If I have missed any in my family, I apologize. Please let me know so I can add them. They deserve our recognition.

Thank you so much! I love you all!

It’s A Wonder…

It’s a wonder my kids are still alive! I’m watching the news and the latest thing is that children need to be facing backwards in their car seats! Oh, dear…we didn’t even have car seats when my children were children! Neither did we have seat belts!

We went on several trips to the west coast, from Michigan. We loved our Pontiac station wagon. We piled the kids in the back with blankets and pillows and toys. They could play and when they got sleepy they laid down and took a nap!

Then one year we bought a Ford pick-up and a Gem camper! The kids rode in the camper and Jerry and I with our youngest child rode in the truck! They loved lying on the bed and looking out the window extending over the cab!  Oh yes, we had an intercom system so we could communicate. We have such great memories of our trips!

I placed my babies on their stomachs for sleeping! They slept better that way! I put sleepers on them over their pajamas to keep them warm, but I also put baby blankets in with them. They liked the soft edges! I didn’t know any better…

That’s not the only difference in life. We also spanked and taught our children respect!

Life has changed a great deal from our early years. Some of it is better but not all. Technology has made a tremendous difference in life. Some of it is good…but not all. We must do our best to keep up and to teach our grandchildren love and belief in God; love for family; respect for people and laws; safety; to distinguish between good and evil.

Life is a challenge worth living. I’m now in the latter part of life. I have many regrets, but I have many more joys and many happy memories. God has blessed me with my life, my marriage, my children, my grandchildren, my extended family, my friends. Most of all I’ve been blessed with a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. Life is worth living!

Old Year – New Year

2014 is over.

IMG_0417 (2)  Two of my granddaughters, Sydney and Bella, and myself on the last day of 2014 at the ice skating arena! They skated, I read a book on my Kindle.

The year went so quickly! I have so many memories and I’ve written most of them on here over the year. I’m a lover of traveling and went on three significant trips last year: South Carolina, Colorado, Iowa. I live in Michigan.

I had my share of illness, nothing serious, thank goodness.

I had company, which I love!

2015 is just beginning.

A whole new year! What will take place this year? I wonder… Some plans are already being made:  a trip to Haiti in July with granddaughter, Haleigh! That will be exciting!


Graduation, with two grandchildren graduating in June, is presenting a dilemma.


Miller in South Carolina… OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA  How do I go to both?

I’m contemplating a slight change in the newsletter I’m editor of…more on this later.

What else will the year hold? I have no idea! I’m trusting God for whatever happens…good or bad. He is my Rock.

World War II Memories – News

Today we have world news at our fingertips via internet. Back in the 40’s we had radio and newspapers. Period. But the news spread like wildfire. I was too young to understand what was going on, but I remember my parents listening to the radio and reading the newspaper. The news wasn’t good. Until ??????????????????????????????? the day in 1945, when the news was that the war had ended! That was a bittersweet day. The war was over. We won! A day to celebrate! But so many lives had been lost and/or maimed, including my Uncle Richard (See previous post) … celebrate? How?

I remember the day my mother heard over the radio that thousands of Jews had been imprisoned and/or killed. Why? How? Was it true? As the news unfolded she knew it was true.

Those were very troubling times. But they were times we must remember. History must not repeat itself. The United States is a country that was founded on the belief in God. This is a fact we must remember and act on. John 3:16.  For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.  NIV

World War II Memories – Displaced JapaneseAmericans

Everyone knows about the displaced folks of Japanese descent during World War II. But not everyone has a personal story to tell!

Hundreds, perhaps thousands of Japanese were moved to camps,  filled with rows and rows of barracks which housed the Japanese families, against their wishes.

My dad was the pastor of the  Free Methodist Church in Des Moines. Rev. Aoki was the pastor of a Japanese Free Methodist Church in California! It really doesn’t matter how they met…it does matter that they met!

But, let me try to explain the two men meeting. Dad answered the phone one day, the person on the other end had a Japanese accent! He quickly gave his name and his position in the church. Then he asked if he and his wife could come to our house.

My dad didn’t have any prejudice bones in his body. He explained how they could find our house and that they were welcome.

Somehow Rev and Mrs Aoki had escaped the exodus of Japanese people in California! Somehow they made it all the way to Des Moines, Iowa and called my dad, as another pastor, in the same denomination! With the blessing of my parents, they moved into our upstairs. They were a delightful couple.

There were folks in our church who were not happy! Dad patiently and lovingly gave God’s plan of salvation again and explained God’s love for ALL people. Slowly folks accepted them.  Finally, one Sunday evening, at the request of my dad, Rev. Aoki preached a sermon to the church family! Afterward, he received many warm handshakes and smiles. He and his wife were completely accepted into our church family.

I was too young to understand any of the implications. I only remember a very nice couple coming to live with us. They were very friendly and always smiled at me! In discussing this time of our lives with my older brother and sister, they both used the term, underground railroad! My sister, Lorraine, is gone now so our discussions are over. I called my brother, Richard and he, being four years older than I am, remembers many details and carefully explained it all to me again.

I believe with all my heart that God had a plan for Rev. and Mrs. Aoki and my family was included in that plan! What a privilege!

World War II Memories – Uncle Richard

Every family had someone in the war, back during World War II.

In my husband’s family, his brother, Bob, Scan_Pic0158  fought in Europe.

In my family, my cousin, Louis, Scan_Pic0054 served from my dad’s side of our family. He recently had his 90th birthday!

My uncle Richard  Scan_Pic0053  was my mother’s brother.

There were others as well, but these were the ones we were close to. They all came home for which we’re very thankful!

But a price was paid.

Bob came home with an illness and was hospitalized for months.

Uncle Richard was inducted into the US Army December 2, 1942 in Des Moines, Iowa. He trained at Camp Dodge in Des Moines. Uncle Richard served in the infantry in Africa, Italy and France. He was wounded in France in 1945 and received a Purple Heart with a Cluster. Uncle Richard was discharged from the US Army on July 18, 1945.

My grandma was first notified that my Uncle Richard was missing-in-action. Then she received word that he had been injured and was in a hospital. What a relief! Later, Grandma went to Texas to be with him.

One day our phone rang. Mother answered…it was Uncle Richard! He gently told my mother that he had lost both of his legs in France. Mother burst out crying. He assured her he would be okay. I remember the family being in shock. He was alive, but what kind of a life could he live, without legs? He came to visit once that I remember of. He was able to walk, with his cumbersome, new artificial legs, with the help of his cane. I remember being impressed that he could walk!

The next time I saw him was in Waterloo, Iowa at Christmas time, 1947. My family was now living in Covington, Oklahoma, and we had gone to Iowa for Christmas that year. Uncle Richard was living with my grandma. I remember Mother talking to my siblings and me, warning us to behave, to be quiet, not to play in his wheelchair, not to stare at his missing legs or at his artificial legs, etc. I do remember sitting in his wheelchair and even riding in it!

The US Government gave Uncle Richard a convertible with hand controls! If I recall, he traded it in every two years for a new one.

Uncle Richard enrolled in a business college and became a bookkeeper. He married Ruth and they had four children, two boys and two girls. They moved to Elysian, Minnesota, in 1954, living there until his death in 1993.  He even became the mayor of Elysian!