This is the first trip I took to dig a little deeper into the life of my mother and her parents. The trip was life-changing for me. Here is a slide show presentation that I did for research group, “The African American Genealogical Research Group.” It is very long, but I hope you enjoy it.
A few years ago, I presented “Genealogy When You Are Adopted” at the 8th Annual Discover Your Roots Conference in Los Angeles and at the San Diego African American Genealogical Research Group. Searching your family roots when you are adopted is difficult to do if your records are sealed and you have nothing really to go on except your birthdate, and where you were born. Each State and county has different rules and regulations as to the access of records. I was born in Los Angeles, CA, and even though the records are sealed, I was successful in reuniting with my birth family.
At a later date, I will share my story.
Henry Hodge (my Uncle) was an Orderly and attendee at the Rancho Los Amigos Health Center in the 1950’s in Los Angeles, California. At the time the Rancho Los Amigos was a facility for those that had polio. Henry was the only African American working at the facility in that capacity at the time.
So much has happened over the past few weeks, and I wanted to share. I am not doing as much blogging as I would like to do as I have had to refocus on some priorities.
I am currently enrolled in the Genealogy Certificate Program at Boston University. I really want to take my love of genealogy to the next level, and thought that this was one way to become proficient in the methods of research.
I have not really held a full-time job most of my life, as I have been a stay-at-home mother, and now I currently care for an elderly uncle. Oh, I have always had temporary jobs, or occupied my time by going to school, but I have never felt so sure about my what I want to do until now. I want to write, and I want to learn as much as I can in the field of genealogy, with the hopes of finding my niche.
I recently was asked to be a host of a radio show program with a local station in San Diego. I eagerly accepted as I have made a promise to myself, that I would not turn down any talking engagements. I made this decision a few years ago, because this allows me to come outside of my comfort zone. I believe that when we move out of our comfort zone, we can be stretched, which allows us to grow. The format of the show will be discussing genealogy and family history subjects, with a segment of an interview, and Q & A with listener participation. As soon as I get my schedule, I will update you.
I can’t forget the wonderful interview I did with Geneabloggers! I love being a part of this community. I enjoy reading everyone’s blogs (when I can get around to them), and I enjoy listening to geneabloggers blog talk radio. I learn so much from all of you, so I want to say “Thank You.”
Well, now it is getting late, and I am flying off to Las Vegas in the morning. I will be reuniting with my father’s, paternal nephew (Willie) and great niece (Cheryl). I did not grow up knowing my Porter side of the family as my father’s mom, ran off the plantation in Lake Providence, Louisiana to California, by way of Little Rock, Arkansas and St. Louis, Missouri. This thing called Ancestry.com connected us through the family trees. When I return, I will have a report. So good night for now, and may all your family searches be fruitful!!!
One of the frustrating things about going through your ancestors photo-books, is that many times their descendants can not identify everyone. I am not sure if the two men in suits below are relatives, but the likely hood of them being family is great.
These pictures were from my Grandmother Helen Bunn Thompson’s photo-book. These photos were either taken in St. Louis, Missouri or Little Rock Arkansas. There is no writing on the back or the name of the photo shop that took the portraits. I may have to speak to some older relatives to see if they can identify.
I love this photo of my mother Betty Porter on her bike. She was 33 at the time and living in Los Angeles, CA. In 1960, my parents lived in the hills of Montecito Dr. I just recently visited the neighborhood, and discovered that the home they had lived in and my first childhood home had been demolished along with quite a few others. This photo was taken May 1960. I wonder if my father took the photo, and possibly knew how to ride a bike too.
I remember my mother saying once you learn to ride a bike, you always know how to ride it. The thing is, I never saw my mother ride before, but she always encouraged my brother and I too.