Ancestors - Taft Side

This is Elizabeth Graves born 17 Oct 1824 in PA. and her husband Alanson Taft. Born 3 Sep 1817 in NY.

This is Absalom Taft, their son and

part of his family. He was born 27 Mar 1841 in Mercer County, PA.

This is his son, Ruel Taft with his

granddaughters. My mother, Shirley Ann Taft is the last little girl on the right.

This is Beverley J. Taft, her father Harley Taft (son of Ruel Taft and Myrtle Roghers), Hazel Copus Taft and my mother, Shirley Ann Taft.

Frank B. Houck

Found this website with information about Frank B. Houck, Leah's grandfather.

http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=69955574

There's a photo of his marker and a short obituary...rather interesting. Enjoy!

Ellsworth M. Kutz and his patent

I have been working tonight at the family history center. I found out that Ellsworth M. Kutz, Rob's great grandfather had a patent (#628,584) for a combined chair and cane. Here is a link so you can see the design and patent.
http://www.google.com/patents?id=w5pKAAAAEBAJ&zoom=4&pg=PA1#v=onepage&q&f=false
Pretty exciting I think! Enjoy!
Filing date: Apr 5, 1899 Issue date: Jul 11, 1899

Family

Was able to visit with Holli's family for Thanksgiving as everyone knows. I felt humbled that another generation knows "Aunt Lissie". What a great blessing it has been to me in my life to see the Eberly children grow when they were wee ones! I love seeing their children growing now too! I actually forgot about this blog and came across it when I was looking up Ida Leah Adam and Dewey D. Houck today! I will try to post new information on the ancestors here as I find it!

Photos of Mom

Here are a few photos I found of Mom...I hope you all enjoy them.

Memories of Dad

Mom wrote this poem at the passing of Grandpa Harley Taft...it seems appropriate for her as well:

Memories of Dad

He lay alone,

Tho we were there,

And dealt with shadows

And despair.

Who knows what thoughts

Filled his mind,

As death sought

To break the ties that bind.

In agaony,

We watched him there.

We held his hand

And stroked his hair.

There was so little

We could say

As we sat beside him,

Night and day.

He grew weaker

As each day passed.

Till his gentle smile

Was stilled, at last.

We weep,

Because he's here no more.

Yet, know he's safe

On that far shore.

Where all is bright

And, oh so fair!

I know one day

We'll meet him there.

A Poem Mom wrote fro