My great-grandfather Ory Thomas Davis. For the better part of my life, I knew very little about my ancestry. My mother's family, in general, did not seem to have a particular interest in genealogy. Interestingly, my mother and her two sisters seemed to have an acquired ability to not ask questions. My great-uncle George Brown was, and this is being delicate, a shady character. My dad told me that when he was dating my mother, George would dominate the conversation and pepper it profusely with the salt of a sailor. My dad said he was actually shocked at the non-stop filth that poured out of his mouth. He worked for the railroad in Chicago and was fairly high up. From everything I know, he seemed to have more money than he knew what to do with. In other words, he was a mob guy. The great mystery to me is why they all lived in the same house. My grandfather had a good job. But, George had this huge house and in our family, the elderly are taken care of. No nursing homes ever, for either side of my family. So, George and Esther took care of their mother. My best guess is that my grandmother, George's sister, took care of their mother and George was quite free with his overabundance of money. The way my grandmother dealt with having three little girls living with the king of debauchery was to tell them not to listen to Uncle George. Now, I can't really speak for my two aunts, but my mother had an amazing gift for just shutting out anything unpleasant. Thus, I never learned much about her side of the family. I mean, we (Whitny and I) have researched it back a few generations, but they were mostly Scottish and for some reason, their names were all pretty similar and it's just very difficult to get very far...we may still. I just choose to believe that I am descended from William Wallace until I find out different.
I really felt so stymied by my genealogical efforts that I basically gave up, until just a few years ago, fate stepped in and I found the road to trace Ory Thomas Davis, my great paternal grandfather, and from everything I have learned...just a great man.
These pencil sketches were done by Emma Goerke.
This is from my dad's mother's family.
|My great-grandfather's receipts for his grave in the Bohemian Cemetery in Chicago|
|In the Name of his Royal Majesty Franz Joseph 1|
|Though it appears there is a lot of information here, it is basic description of where Marie is from and her general appearance and where she is going. According to this, she was born in 1830, the same year Franz Joseph was born.|