A blog named BETTY

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

It took a village and 2 mothers

I spent a lovely day yesterday with my mother, working on my father's life history. I'm not a huge "geneology fan" (actually not true--I'm a fan when OTHER people do mine for me), but I am a huge Tom Williams fan. Add this to my obsession with old photos, and I was quite content ... although a little ticked that all of these old photos had been hidden from me all these years. But I'm over that (obviously, since I just HAD to bring it up, lol!). Anywho, I came across the most amazing photo, which I fell in love with even before I knew who was in it. So naturally, I must share it!

That youngest baby is my father, next to him is my Uncle Ralph, and the woman is their mother, my Grandma Laurine Williams. I have never met my Grandma Laurine, since she died when my father was just six years old, but I have always felt an affection for her. From what I've heard about her, my father carried many of her traits. She was kind, mild-mannered, and quite intelligent. She wanted to be a mother more than anything, and she had 5 little boys--one of them only a few weeks old when she died.

After about a year, my Grandfather married a widow named Grace Bush, who had 2 boys herself. She is the Grandma I grew up knowing. She raised all of those boys (plus one more they had together) in difficult circumstances, and they are stellar men because of her. My grandfather was a bit of a partier until his later years, so he wasn't around much then. Can you imagine having 5 extra boys overnight, and their father pretty much MIA? She was an incredibly strong woman--thank goodness! A whole generation of family have her to thank for a happy life. Wow. I bet she was too busy to even realize what she was doing for all of us, but I'm grateful. And I'm sure that Grandma Laurine is too.

P.S. - Thanks to Alaina for scanning this awesome photo, and many others. Yes, my niece saw these pics before I ever did, but fortunately, I'm way too mature to let that injustice take hold and fester until I'm consumed with bitterness and uncontrollable rage. WAY too mature.

6 comments:

Nat Attack said...

Erin--

This is lovely! Being one generation further removed, I forget that Grandma Grace isn't my blood great-grandmother. In fact, I didn't even know Grandpa's mother was named Laurine--it's obvious now where Laurie got her name. I can see the resemblance in her face to each of you T&ME kids!

Shawna said...

oh my gosh can you stop writing posts that make me emotional!!! what a sweet post, and a reminder to us as moms that we are blessing future generations to come.

erin you are amazing! i adore your blog!

Stephanie said...

Wow, what a great picture. I loved reading your post about grandpa's family.

PhatNat said...

I love old photos too- the one you posted is fantastic. Thank goodness for strong women. I'm sure we all have them in our past and we are SO blessed because of it. I hope I can be a strong woman in someones past!

Jen said...

Wonderful. I'm deeply impressed with anyone who raises that many boys without a husband who is there all the time (I'm really spoiled).

Alaina said...

I'm just so glad you're DOING something with those amazing photos! Yay!