Yesterday's blog prompt on women's family history is to tell if you are named for some ancestor in your family. You can tell how awesome I am at keeping up with these. I am not named for an ancestor, but my daughter is.
Ask my son and he will tell you the story of his name, how there are many many Daniel's and Daniels on our family tree. He had me print out a family tree so he could circle them all. While he was doing that he ran to his sister and showed her all the Alice's that he could find. In my 8 generations there are about 5. Obviously that's give or take since I am not going to count sisters, daughters that I am unaware of, etc. But Alice is definitely a family name.
Alice was destined to be Ruby. I met Ruby and David Haight at a missionary homecoming in Burley, ID many years ago. Since I met them I have loved the name Ruby. While Alice was being bathed and monitored my husband decided that Ruby should not be her name, we decided on Alice. Daniel (our oldest) had been calling her Alice for awhile so we just tell him that he named the baby.
I have 2 Alice's that have meant a lot in my life. One is my aunt, my mother's sister. She was our family genealogist and passed away the first year my husband and I were married. She was always super nice to me and I loved going to her house out in the middle of no where Idaho. She would tell me stories about my mom as a kid, and about my grandma and grandpa. I loved hearing her rattle on about all the family research she was doing and wish I would have paid more attention to what she told me. When she passed away it was the first time I really felt the sadness of missing out on all the information that died with her. I am glad I got to spend many a snowy nights with my Aunt Alice. Sometimes when I am researching a family name I can remember her telling me about that person or place. To me I remember her as being gentle and calm, I hope my daughter grows up to be like that.
The other Alice I have not met in this life. She was my great grandmother. Her name was Alice Mercy Marshall Maycock, or Mercy Alice, or even Mary, depending on what record you find. She was an amazing woman from what we gather. She lived a life of service even though she was never in fantastic health herself. She came to the Maycock farm to help my great great grandmother and it was there that she met and married John Maycock. John left on a mission shortly after they were married, in his journal he records at least weekly that he received a letter from his Wife. They ran a dairy farm and were very active in their community. She had two little boys and passed away when both of them were very young. She fell during the winter and never fully recovered, and then passed away in the summer of 1910. My grandpa had very few memories of his mother. We were lucky enough this last year to retrieve a copy of her history that a loving cousin had written after her death. I am forever grateful for that, almost everything we know about Alice comes from that history.
Ask my son and he will tell you the story of his name, how there are many many Daniel's and Daniels on our family tree. He had me print out a family tree so he could circle them all. While he was doing that he ran to his sister and showed her all the Alice's that he could find. In my 8 generations there are about 5. Obviously that's give or take since I am not going to count sisters, daughters that I am unaware of, etc. But Alice is definitely a family name.
Alice was destined to be Ruby. I met Ruby and David Haight at a missionary homecoming in Burley, ID many years ago. Since I met them I have loved the name Ruby. While Alice was being bathed and monitored my husband decided that Ruby should not be her name, we decided on Alice. Daniel (our oldest) had been calling her Alice for awhile so we just tell him that he named the baby.
I have 2 Alice's that have meant a lot in my life. One is my aunt, my mother's sister. She was our family genealogist and passed away the first year my husband and I were married. She was always super nice to me and I loved going to her house out in the middle of no where Idaho. She would tell me stories about my mom as a kid, and about my grandma and grandpa. I loved hearing her rattle on about all the family research she was doing and wish I would have paid more attention to what she told me. When she passed away it was the first time I really felt the sadness of missing out on all the information that died with her. I am glad I got to spend many a snowy nights with my Aunt Alice. Sometimes when I am researching a family name I can remember her telling me about that person or place. To me I remember her as being gentle and calm, I hope my daughter grows up to be like that.
The other Alice I have not met in this life. She was my great grandmother. Her name was Alice Mercy Marshall Maycock, or Mercy Alice, or even Mary, depending on what record you find. She was an amazing woman from what we gather. She lived a life of service even though she was never in fantastic health herself. She came to the Maycock farm to help my great great grandmother and it was there that she met and married John Maycock. John left on a mission shortly after they were married, in his journal he records at least weekly that he received a letter from his Wife. They ran a dairy farm and were very active in their community. She had two little boys and passed away when both of them were very young. She fell during the winter and never fully recovered, and then passed away in the summer of 1910. My grandpa had very few memories of his mother. We were lucky enough this last year to retrieve a copy of her history that a loving cousin had written after her death. I am forever grateful for that, almost everything we know about Alice comes from that history.
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