My Aunt Debra was the connection to me and my Fathers side of the family. I had an easier time locating my mother. I was told by my mother that my father had died a tragic death and it was probably in the newspaper. I took a trip to Los Angeles City Library and researched the newspaper microfilm and discovered the actual newspaper clipping of my fathers death. With the address in the article, I was able to do a cross reference search on the address….The first number I called on the list happened to be my Aunt Debra’s in-laws who lived directly across the street where my Mitchell family lived.
Johnny Roy Mitchell (Bottom)
Aunt Debra was the first person I spoke with on the Mitchell side, and from there we were connected forever. The Mitchell Clan came to Spring Valley, CA to visit me, and it was a wonderful reunion. My Aunt Debra was an amazing woman. She fought cancer the last few years of her life, but in doing so she touched many lives. I will do more of a story about her at a later date.
Aunt Debra is sorely missed as she was the Genealogist of the Mitchell/Howard Family, and she enjoyed bringing family together.
The middle portion of the funeral card was left out and some names blotted out to protect those that are living that do not want their photo’s published online.
My Grandmother Agnes Cully attended the Women’s Trade School in Worcester, MA to take Dress Making Classes. In the picture below, she is the only African American in her graduating class. My mother shared with me that the people at the school were very nice to her and enjoyed her presence at the school. Agnes, born May 8, 1900 had been sewing as a little girl making dresses and outfits for her dolls. Her Grandmother Hannah Gilliam would question Agnes where she got the clothing, and Agnes would tell her she made them herself. Hannah, would whip her because she thought Agnes was lying since she did not have any formal training. Hannah had been born into slavery so this was the normal custom of weekly whippings she would give to the many children her daughter, Nora A. Cully had, since Hannah was the one who took care of them while Nora was continuously pregnant with a child or trying to recover.
Agnes Cully front and almost center (only African American)
These are a couple of items that I can always remember in my mother’s room growing up. After my mother Betty Porter passed away in 2004, these are the items that I kept as heirlooms or treasures and hopefully will pass down to the next generation. I never met my grandmother Agnes as she died three years before I was born. I like having these items because I know that her hands touched them and I know she used the Horse Shoe Magnet daily as she was a fashion designer in New York.
The Hill Family (L to R) Ezell, Blanch & Linda in middle
When my Grandparents Helen Bunn & Willie Frank Thompson died in 1989 & 1990 ( a few months apart, my dad took me to their home, and I was told I had 10 minutes to pick out whatever items I wanted. The house was ransacked by family and non-family members that had been through the house weeks ago.
My grandmother’s jewelry was gone, and anything I would have thought of as precious. The only thing I could find to take was two photo albums and my grandmother’s bible. I didn’t know the value of it at the time. I was nineteen years old, and was very sad that I was not able to recover my grandmother’s wedding ring. I was her only grand daughter and my dad was her only child. Willie Thompson was my father’s step-father, and honestly I did not care for him as he was mean to me.
The photo (above) is of the The Hill Family of which I am related to. Blanch’s maiden name was Bunn. I didn’t know who they were, but in 2008, I went to celebrate my Grandmother’s youngest brother’s 90th Birthday, Robert W. Bunn, Jr. He is still living to this day. I brought pictures to the gathering to have relatives help me to identify. Robert’s daughter Rochelle sat down with me and some of the Elder’s and helped me to identify the photo’s. This family was from Chicago, and then moved to Los Angeles.
Walter James Porter
My Dad, Walter J. Porter @ 12 years old Working at Wester Lingo’s Ice Cream in St. Louis, MO in 1940
I just came across this picture in a box I was going through and thought, “How Cute.” Just wanted to share this photo of my mom as a school teacher. My mom’s 3rd year as a teacher and 1st School.
Betty Porter, December 1963 (37 years old) Rosewood Elementary School, Los Angeles
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I normally do not take pictures of other’s family tombstones and post, but I had business at Greenwood Cemetery in San Diego last week. When I was finished, I drove around a little and noticed a large monument with the last name Scripps, and I thought? The famous Scripps of San Diego, where more than half of the hospitals and other buildings are named after? So I jumped out the car and started snapping anyone with the last name Scripps in the area I was in. When I got home I looked up the names on find-a-grave to see if anyone posted the tombstones already. Only one had been posted and I had the Scripps family I wanted….So…Here I am posting and at a later date will be posting on Find-a-grave. I will also update this post with pictures of the individuals and their bio…as all of them were fascinating. Need to get approval from the family estate to use….so keep an eye out for the update…
“Edward Willis ( E. W.) Scripps – The founding father Born: June 18, 1854 Died: March 12, 1926 E. W. Scripps was born to James and Julia Scripps in Rushville, Ill., and spent his early years there. At 18 he went to Detroit with $80 in his pocket and a determination to make his way in the world. After working briefly as a drugstore clerk, he founded The Detroit News with his older brother, James E. Scripps. Associated with Ed and James in this venture were another brother, George, and a sister, Ellen Browning Scripps. E. W. was put to work in the circulation department, but soon gravitated to the editorial department. The newspaper remains in operation under this name today, but is not affiliated with The E. W. Scripps Company. By the time he was ready in 1878 to launch his first paper, he must have formed some clear and fixed concepts as to the kind of paper it would be. That newspaper, The Penny Press in Cleveland – later to become The Cleveland Press – was a clearly written newspaper targeted toward blue-collar readers and designed to reach the greatest possible number of people. It was inexpensive and popular in appeal. It was a medium of popular education. E. W. Scripps lived to be 71, and had six children. To the very end he left no doubt who was in charge. On March 12, 1926, his yacht, Ohio, was anchored in Monrovia Bay, Liberia. His health was poor; he had a hunch this might be his last voyage. “If I die,” he had told his secretary, “bury me at sea.” After dinner Scripps complained of feeling ill, and in 20 minutes was dead. As he wished, the crew slid his body into the Atlantic Ocean. They wouldn’t have dared not to. At his death, he left 25 newspapers; United Press, an international news service he founded to compete with The Associated Press; Newspaper Enterprise Association, a newspaper syndication service and forerunner of United Media; and numerous public buildings and projects that had been funded by Scripps’s charitable giving.”
Here are some pictures of the tombstones I took of the family’s plot…