Trotter Babcock

Thinking of Gran this week… My paternal Grandmother and my youngest maternal cousin (and the back of my head) hanging out in my parents backyard in Lansing, Michigan in the summer of 1982.

Happy hunting,


Happy Birthday! B93 Birthday Bash… a long time ago!

Johnson FamilyHappy hunting,


Packer FamilyYesterday was the 147th anniversary of the birth of  my Second Great Grandmother, Flora Jane Massy Packer. She was born in January of 1867 to good old Henry R. and Augusta (Cory) Massy. Here she is with her husband, Cornelius Packer.

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In a week of frozen roads, feet of snow, and sub-zero temperatures I am trying to visualize summer. This shot from a summer family outing keeps coming to mind.

Under the hat and behind the DS is my niece. Her parents, brothers, my mom and I were queuing for one of the kids favorites, Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, at Meijer Gardens Amphitheater in Grand Rapids, MI in August. Miss Fiesty was focused.

I’m missing that sunny day this week.

Happy hunting!


Trotter SistersI have two aunts who are fabulous and have been great in helping me in my genealogy research. This is a photo of both of them from their childhood in Detroit. And one of them (the young lady on the left) celebrated a birthday this week!

Happy Birthday, Dear Aunt! I still fully intend on coming to talk to you about pictures sometime soon!


Johnson Christmas 1979The annual meeting of Grandma Ethel’s family empire was this weekend reminded me of this Christmas memory.

My Grandpa loved Christmas! This is him, William Eugene “Gene” Johnson, myself and the back of my brother’s head. This is from the Christmas of 1979, the year before he died.

I hope you’ve had a fabulous holiday season!

Happy hunting,


2012 Christmas Cat

My Cousin’s cat reminds us to share the family stories about our furred family members too!

Like the story of the Siamese who brought home a mouthful of baby mice in order to train her people how to hunt. Grandma was not amused… though in the stories the snake was off-putting as well—but visible before Mademoiselle was allowed into the house.

Or my babysitter’s tiny dog that delighted in burrowing in my hair anytime I lay down at the house.

I spent a lot of time trying to photograph this cat at our holiday gathering last year.

Are you collecting that part of your family story?

Happy hunting,


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