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9th Edition Smile for the Camera: Who are You?"



Who ARE You? I Really Want to Know?


When I posted a favorite picture of my grandmother, Edna Puckett Gailey, and wished that I could put her in my Christmas stocking, it caused a flurry of conversation between Greta Koehl and myself. Greta writes the blog, “Greta's Genealogy Bog“, and when she saw my picture she said she was given “a real jolt.”


Greta and I decided to do a joint entry in “9th Edition Smile for the Camera: Who are You?” since we are pursuing the same surnames. You can read her part of this post at "Greta's Genealogy Bog". When she thought my grandmother looked familiar she began searching through her mother’s old photos to find the one that she thought looked like her. I don’t know whether or not she’s found it, but we have been busy trying to tie our common surnames together.


For one thing, we both have the name Puckett and Roberts in our family. There are several coincidences that have intrigued us. As for the Pucketts, both apparently lived in various parts of Texas (mostly in the north-central area) and mine originated in Sabine Parish, Louisiana, just across the state line. The state of Tennessee plays a prominent role in our history as well as California. It’s all confusing but most interesting.


My great-grandmother, Alice Cook Roberts Puckett, was a widow with 3 children when she married my great-grandfather, Harvey Vandegar Puckett. As family legend goes, when they got married, Alice’s mother wouldn’t let her take the children with her to that marriage. I assume she had been helping her raise them and couldn’t bring herself to let them go. [As another coincidence quite unrelated to this tale, Edna did the same thing with 3 of her grandchildren – me and my sisters. She and Doc helped raise us and insisted we stay put when my daddy remarried.]


Anyway, back to my list of similarities. Family legend says that Alice became a widow when her husband had an accident on a farm tractor and was killed, leaving her with the 3 children. His name was Marion Roberts.


Greta’s mother married a man named Roberts and his brother, Lattie Monroe Roberts, fell off his tractor, which ran over him and killed him, leaving a widow and 3 children.


There are family names that are the same as well. On the Puckett side the name Chancey appears two or three times in my line as well as in Greta’s. We have found several photos of young girls or women in knit caps and we are trying to determine if any of our pictures are of the same person.



I decided on the photo above after finding it in Edna’s photo album. It only has a first name written on the back and I have no idea who she is. She may be a Puckett or a Roberts. Greta and I are hoping that some of our cousins will see these Mystery photographs and be able to identify someone. Greta, do you recognize this picture? Anyone?


Photo belonging to Edna Alice Puckett Gailey
Scrapbook in the possession of her granddaughter
Judith Richards Shubert

Comments

Greta Koehl said…
Rats! I don't recognize this one, though if I could just get a closer look at her face.... I hope to get some more of my mystery photos up on Facebook this week or next.
When you click on photo does it not enlarge it enough for you to see her face well?
April Lorier said…
What an interesting story! Doing the family genealogy can be full of suprises! I spent 5 years doing my family's genealogy after Mama died. I found out lots of things I never knew. It was a wild 5 years, Judy!
Hi April! It's SO good to hear from you. Thanks for following my blog, by the way.

So you had a wild 5 years of genealogy research, huh? I've found a few odd things myself and a few skeletons. But I've enjoyed it.

Take care.
Judy
Hi Judy! I remember you commented on my blog, the Graveyard Rabbit of the Hoover Clan, and found similar family names Gailey and Brock about my post on Cootes Store in Brocks Gap, Virginia. Since this post also includes those names, I thought you might also want to explore this story on a line of Brocks: go to this website: http://www.wvgenweb.org/clay/brock.htm

I LOVE this mystery between you and Greta, and I'm sure you are going to find that link!
Thanks, Cheryle, for your kind comments about my post. I'm going now to look at that Brock link. Thanks mucho!
Judy

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