How Much DNA Did I Inherit from Grandma?

Over the past several weeks, I have written about the three mothers of my grandmother, Fern Laurine Stoddard Woodbury (1929-2020): Opal Gay Coumerilh, Martha Jane Rickman, and Maude Dee Porter. In the midst of working on these articles, Fern passed away on Tuesday 5 May 2020 at the age of 91. I will miss her,Continue reading “How Much DNA Did I Inherit from Grandma?”

Three Mothers: Part 3 – Annie Maude Dee Porter (1875-1964)

Annie Maude Dee Porter disliked Mothers Day. Her sentiments might have been reflected in the thoughts of Sharon Eubank who on Mother’s Day 2019 stated, “as a middle-aged woman with no kids, I have been by turns annoyed, amused, angry, breathless, and resigned on Mother’s Day,”[1] Eubank goes on to share how through an experienceContinue reading “Three Mothers: Part 3 – Annie Maude Dee Porter (1875-1964)”

Three Mothers: Part 2 – Martha Jane “Mattie” Rickman (1894-1979)

In my grandmother Fern’s reminisces, she remembers “When I was about eight years old, Mother left home. A divorce was imminent. For a few months, things were rough. Then Mattie Scott came to keep house. When she came. I had a great feeling of security and I really enjoyed her good cooking.”[1] Martha Jane RickmanContinue reading “Three Mothers: Part 2 – Martha Jane “Mattie” Rickman (1894-1979)”

Three Mothers: Part I – Opal Gay Coumerilh (1903-1978)

One winter evening when I was about eleven years old, we sat down with Grandma in the living room by the faint light of the fireplace and the Christmas tree. I asked her about her childhood and about her ancestors – people I had never met. “What can you tell me about Opal Gay Coumerilh?”Continue reading “Three Mothers: Part I – Opal Gay Coumerilh (1903-1978)”

“My Nettie, My Nettie; Oh, My Nettie”

Reflections on the Spanish Influenza Pandemic of 1918-1919 in Logan, Utah “Spanish Influenza – Just Grip Camouflaged Under A New Name,” read the 13 January 1919 headline of an article from The Journal, a Logan, Utah newspaper.[1] Over the previous months, Utah along with the rest of the world had been fighting Spanish Influenza. TheContinue reading ““My Nettie, My Nettie; Oh, My Nettie””

“When I Grow Up, I Want to be a Grandpa”

When I was young, before I started school, I was sometimes asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. Without hesitation, I would eagerly respond: “When I grow up, I want to be a grandpa.” In my mind this was a perfectly acceptable occupation, for even if I did not know what IContinue reading ““When I Grow Up, I Want to be a Grandpa””

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